Date: Thu, 02 Apr 2015 19:33:48 -0700 From: Carole Unwin Subject: Juicy Little Tart JUICY LITTLE TART by cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if your under 21 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 cs.unwin, All rights reserved. --- Ever since I can remember I have needed to be the centre of attention. I always wanted to be noticed. I was that girl who from a very early age liked to try on her mother's clothing, jewellery, and make-up, and parade around so everyone noticed how pretty I looked. I also loved trying on mothers knickers. My mother had a lot of very sexy underwear, see through bra's, thong panties, and even some crotchless panties. At the time I thought these panties were missing their crotch so as to enable my mother to pee more easily, especially when wearing a dress or a skirt. Being caught wearing her crotchless panties earned me a slap on the bottom from my mother and this stern warning: "Girls should under no circumstances ever show anyone their private parts." I asked her why not, and answer was simply: "they are your parts and they are private." If private parts were so private, why did she have knickers that showed off her privates? I decided that because mother made up this rule only to be mean to me. And if that were the case then I would be justified in disobeying her whenever I had the chance. I became very good at showing off my privates 'accidentally-on-purpose'. I would wear dresses without knickers, or baggy shorts without knickers. I let would let my dress ride up my thighs, or sit with my legs open. I discovered that most girls and boys would stare at my privates whenever they had the chance, and pretend they were not looking. Grown-ups especially liked to stare. I became very good at noticing when others were peeking. And if someone did say something I would pretend to be embarrassed and act as if it were an innocent mistake. This worked when I was a little girl, but as I got older it became harder to pretend I was naive. When I was 6 years old I began gymnastics. Being the best gymnast in my class meant I received a lot of attention and also medals. I really loved wearing skin-tight leotards because they left little to the imagination. I noticed that a lot of the spectators would look at my pussy, especially when I was doing splits. I was happy to have found a way to show my privates for which no one could fault or criticize me. I used to spent a lot of time in front of the mirror; I suppose all girls do. I think I did more than most. I liked to look at myself wearing different clothes; I also like to look at myself naked. I was pretty happy about how I looked naked, except that I wished I could have had nice boobs like my mother and older girls. I especially liked looking at my pussy. I liked looking at it from the front and also from underneath. I found that by opening my legs and holding a mirror below I could see what my pussy really looked like. When I told my best friend this she said what I was doing was gross. I didn't agree; I was very curious and I liked that my pussy was all pink and shiny inside and had little different parts to it. By holding a mirror underneath I could even see my poo hole, which is kind of gross but also funny. When I was 8 or 9 I discovered that it felt really good touching the little flap of skin at the top of my slit. Later I learned this was my clitoris. If I licked my finger and rubbed myself there for a while I would get a nice tingly feeling. I began to rub myself every day, and over time the feelings got stronger. One day I was rubbing myself and a strong feeling came over me. The tingling turned into a much stronger sensation. It felt like I really needed to pee and then suddenly everything went kind of dark. I learned later that this had been my first orgasm. The next day I tried again and got the same nice feeling. From then on I started masturbating every day, and sometimes more often. I was curious about the hole I had under the place my pee came out. I learned this was called my vagina. Around the same time I started masturbating, I found I could push my finger inside. It felt soft and squishy, like the inside of my mouth, but much tighter. After experimenting I discovered that by poking my finger in and out of my vagina, my orgasm would come faster and stronger. I tried the same with my poop hole. It felt different and tighter, and not as comfortable. I found that by wiggling my finger inside my bum hole while rubbing my clitoris gave me a different kind of orgasm, not as good as the other way, but still nice. This story starts when I was 11, the year I became sexually active and started having sex with older girls and women. Why women? At that point several boys my age or older had touched my pussy and let me feel their hard little boners, but I was more interested in pussies. I am not sure why. Whenever I had the opportunity I would look at and touch the pussies of girls my own age, but theirs were not very different from my own pussy. They were just as small and hairless and like a little girl's as mine. I knew that older girls and women grew hair between their legs and that there were other changes, and I wanted to find out exactly what they were. My first chance came with my babysitter Sandra. Sandra was 17 and in her second last year of high school. She began to babysit me when my parents started a course on `Relationships', which was held two nights a week over a period of several months. Sandra was not the most popular girl in school. She was pretty enough but she was overweight and her boobs were quite small. I don't think she had many friends or a boyfriend. She was very sweet and was always nice to me. I wanted her to show me her pussy, but I was too shy to ask. So I made a plan. One night when Sandra was babysitting me, I took a bath, combed my hair, and put on my shortest nighty without panties. I went downstairs to the living room to where Sandra was watching TV and fetched a small mat from behind the couch. I then began doing some warm-up gymnastic exercises in the middle of the room. Sandra kept watching TV but glanced in my direction every now and then. After warming-up I chose to perform a ballet exercise in which I stood on one leg and lifted the other so that my ankle was almost touching my ear. As I had expected, my nighty slid up around my waist and my 11 year old hairless pussy was quite open and visible, and pointed directly in my babysitter's direction. Sandra glanced my way and did a fast double-take. I could see the surprise on her face. She quickly looked away but as I held my position for about a minute, I noticed she kept peeking at my naked young pussy. I repeated the position with my other leg. Sandra kept stealing glances at me but pretended to watch the TV. Next I went into a number of front and back splits. Sandra kept peeking. The last exercise I did is called a reverse snail position. This is where you lie on your back, use your shoulders and arms for support and raise your legs over your head in a V-shape, perpendicular to the floor. It's a really difficult position but I am a pretty good gymnast. The effect was that my bare legs were splayed open and my pussy was pointed right at Sandra. I kept this position for as long as possible. Sandra kept looking and began crossing her legs and wriggling in her seat. I stood up, put the mat away and went over to Sandra. I straddled her leg and said to her: "Sandra, I am so bored. Aren't you going to play with me. Play with me Sandra! Please..." Sandra was wearing a dress and no tights so her leg was bare. My legs were on either side of hers' and my little pussy was pressed firmly against her thigh. I complained again how bored I was and bounced on her leg a few times and slid back and forth. Rubbing my pussy against her warm leg felt really good. "Please don't do that Chloe, it doesn't feel comfortable," Sandra said to me in a pleading voice, but which lacked conviction. I knew I was having an effect on her. "OK, I'll stop," I said, and I threw myself on the couch, on top of her, my back on her lap. My nighty had ridden up and my young thighs and privates were on display for her. I looked up into her eyes. She was no longer watching TV. Her attention was all on me now. "Sandra, I saw you looking at my kitty while I was exercising. Do you think it is pretty? Would you like to touch it?" I asked her. I took her hand in mine and used it to rub my naked little gash. Sandra tried to pull away but I held her tight. "Please Sandra can you rub me? It feels so good when you do it," I said to her. "No Chloe, this isn't right," she said to me, trying to move her hand away from me. "I saw you looking at me Sandra. Why were you looking if you don't like it?" I put my head against her boob, and began nuzzling her with my lips. That was the turning point, and I am sure that she had become as randy as I was. Sandra moaned softly and her fingers caressed my little 11 year old pussy without my help. Step one accomplished, but I really wanted to know what her pussy looked like. I knelt on the floor and pushed up her skirt. She was wearing plain blue bikini style briefs. I couldn't see if she had any hair so I began to tug at her panties to pull them off. Sandra lifted her bottom and as I pulled them down to her feet. I could now see she had a small patch of blonde hair cresting her vulva. It did not cover her pussy lips which were as smooth and pink as my own. I reached out and began to stroke her just like when I play with myself. Sandra moaned. She did not want me touching her but she was powerless to stop. I could smell her pussy from where I was kneeling. I could see the wetness gleaming on her lips and I really wanted to taste her. I had tasted my own pussy when I was rubbing myself and I really liked tasting my finger after I had put it into my cunt. I really wanted to know what another pussy tasted like, so I took a chance and put my mouth on her. "No please Chloe, don't do that. I'm not clean. Please, you musn't!" Sandra cried out. But her actions told a different story. Her hands gripped my hair and pulled my head more tightly into her crotch. You couldn't have dragged me away by because I had tasted her and I wanted more. I loved her taste; it was a lot like the tast of my own pussy, but stronger and sweatier. It also tasted a bit like she smelt. I used my tongue to try to suck up every last drop, even pushed my tongue into her cunt to get at the juice that coming out of her. Mostly I focused on licking her clit and that quickly gave her a orgasm. I could tell she had cum by her moaning and the way her legs twitched uncontrollably. When she stopped panting quite so hard, I told her I wanted to see her tits and lick them. Sandra took off her bra for me and I saw her bare breasts for the very first time. They were quite small, but round and lovely. I had been fantasizing about breasts for years and at last I had a real pair in my hands. I clutched her lovely little boobs with my small hands and sucked on her petite pink nipples. While I was doing this, Sandra lost her inhibitions and she pulled off my nighty. She grabbed for where my breasts would be if I actually had any and she rubbed and squeezed my small nipples. Sandra then pushed me onto the couch, put her legs on either side of my chest and started to lick my 11 year old pussy. At the same time she moved her lower body over my head and pushed her own pussy into my face. I was over the moon to feel her tongue on my privates. I thought of my mother and guessed she would not think what I was doing was very private. `This is so much better than masturbating' I thought to myself. A tongue is so much better than fingers. Sandra told me later what we were doing was called `69'. It was a bit hard because I am small and she was taller me. My mouth could only reach her bottom but it smelled OK, and I licked her bum hole. It did not taste dirty and I enjoyed it. I could tell Sandra really liked it too, and she licked my bottom. We had several orgasms together before my parents came home and we had to stop our playing. Sandra told me that what we were doing was called lesbian sex. She had never done it with a girl before either. I looked up 'Lesbian' on the internet and discovered there were many girls who liked lesbian sex. I made up my mind to try to meet some. Sandra and I licked each others' pussies each time she came to babysit me. Eventually my parent's course ended and our fucking became much less frequent. I kept thinking a lot about lesbians. Much of what I found on the internet was mostly porn, which was interesting, but not what I was looking for. I found a video chat room for lesbians but realized that I was too young for this and might get found out as under-age. I did find a City Guide for Lesbians in my town which had all kinds of listings including Health, Safety, and Social Services. It also listed a Gay and Lesbian Advice Centre which happened to be very close to the gym where I practised my gymnastics. Not long after, my mother was delayed picking me up from the gym. She rang and asked me to wait for her for about an hour. I decided to walk down the street and pop into the lesbian advice centre. It was an office with a nicely furnished waiting room and several grown-ups in it. I am not sure what I expected, but I felt out of place being so young and left right away. I walked out of the office and stood on the street for a moment, deciding if I should go back to the gym or get a Frappucino at the cafe nearby. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see middle age woman next to me. She looked like a bit of a hippy type; she wore sandals and shapeless Indian cotton dress. She was full figured, more striking looking than pretty, and definitely old in my eyes. "I notice you walked into our office dear. I hope we did not frighten you away. I was wondering if there is anything I can help you with?" She said peering at me through a pair of granny-type spectacles. I decided to her the truth. "I think I might be a lesbian, and I want to meet other lesbians," I said. "Oh my goodness," she said with a smile. "That's quite a big decision. I think you are a very brave young lady. The advice centre cannot really help you because you are a minor. I am very sorry," she said. "But if you have time, we can have a chat and I might be able to answer some of your questions, on a personal basis of course. Shall we go to Cafe Nero across the street?" "Yes please Miss," I replied. "Call me Stella, dear," she said and led me across the street where we found a table. I ordered a decaf vanilla Frappuccino, Stella ordered mint tea. I was drawn to her large breasts and her nipples, the outlines of which I could see because she was not wearing a bra. I was beginning to get very interested in this older woman. I could tell by the way she was checking out my pert gymnast's body that she was interested in me, young though I was. "Are you a lesbian, Stella?" I blurted out. "Oh yes, absolutely, 100% dear. What's your name and why do you think you are a lesbian?" She asked me. "My name is Chloe. A few nights ago I tasted my babysitter's pussy and I really liked it. I'd really like to try some more," I said to her. "Oh my goodness," she said, looking quite flustered. I could imagine she was wrestling with her conscience because of how young I looked, but eventually she said, "I'd be delighted to let you taste my pussy. When can we arrange to meet? Can you visit my house?" I told Stella my mother was picking me up in a half hour, but if we got each other's phone numbers, perhaps I we could see each other in the next few days. We chatted a little more and after we left the coffee shop Stella kissed me on the lips and gave my bum a quick naughty squeeze. I rang her Stella as soon as I got home. She did not live far from my house, and I said I could visit her after school. A couple of days later I found an opportunity. I rang my mother after classes and told her I wanted to visit a friend. Mother gave me permission so I walked to the address Stella had given me. She lived in a Victorian semi-detached. I rang her doorbell and she greeted me at the door. Stella was dressed in a flowing ankle length India print skirt and a sleeveless low slung cotton blouse which showed off the the cleavage of her large and low hanging boobs. She hugged me right away and I noticed she had brown tufts of hair under her arms. She smelled of sweat and a hint of patchouli oil. I thought it was kind of nice. "Come in Chloe," she said. "Lets go my bedroom, if you still want to taste pussy. I will be happy to let you taste mine," she said with a smile and a wink. Her bedroom had bright printed wallpaper and a big futon-style double bed. Stella sat down on it and said to me: "You are a lovely little girl, I want to see you with your clothes off. Please show me what you look like naked." I love showing off and did not need another invitation. In no time my school uniform, skirt, and white little girls cotton knickers were lying on a heap on top of my shoes. I stood in front of her for a moment as she looked over my lithe young gymnast's body. I could tell she was getting excited, and I decided to show off and tease her a little. "I am a gymnast you know Stella. May I show you some of my routines?" "Oh my God, yes please," she answered. I began with my ballet stretch by standing on one leg and lifting the other so that my ankle was touching my ear. This gave Stella a full view of my 11 year old hairless pussy, wide open with its pink insides and little bits. I held this position for a few moments and then repeated it with my other leg. Stella's eyes were riveted on my pussy on display. I lay on the floor and went into a reverse snail position. I lay on my back, and using my shoulders and arms for support I put my legs over my head so that my bare legs were splayed open and my pussy was facing Stella. By this time her dress was bunched around her knees by her she was rubbing herself between her legs. "Oh Chloe, you are such a dirty little girl, but I just adore it," Stella said hiking her skirt up around her waist. I was surprised to see how much hair she had. Her legs were as hairy as my father's and the area between her legs was a full tangled bush of brown coloured hair. Her fingers were stroking her slit, and underneath the hair I could see fleshy bits of her labia sticking out like brown cauliflower. "Come and lick me you naughty little girl, come and lick your Auntie Stella," she said, opening her legs and prying apart her fleshy vulva with wet fingers. I kneeled before her and buried my head between her legs, which she lifted to give me better access. I instantly fell in love with the taste of her aroused pussy. It was strong and musty and I guessed she smelled that way because she had not worn knickers that day. And the fact that she probably did not shower very often made her pussy all the more appealing. I licked up and down her large gash; I sucked on her wrinkled flaps; I pushed my little tongue as deeply into her cunt as it would go and then I licked her hairy asshole. I stuck my tongue into her bum hole as hard as I could and tasted any poo she had not been careful to properly wipe. I loved it. Stella was gasping and calling me all sorts of dirty names like: `Lick me harder you little tart' and `suck my cunt dirty girl'. After I had tongued her bottom for a few minutes she grabbed my hair and pulled me up so my lips touched her clitoris. "Suck my clit you dirty little girl...Make me cum!" Her clitoris was barely hidden by her fleshy prepuce and it was huge. I wondered if my own would ever grow that large. It was about the size of the first joint of my baby finger. My own clit was tiny in comparison and was less the size of a match head. Stella's clit fit nicely in between my lips and I began to suck on her the way I imagined a baby sucks on its mother's nipples. Stella started getting really excited when I did this and she ordered me to stick my fingers into her cunt. I was happy to oblige. I pushed two fingers into her slippery wet hole, then a third, and finally all four fingers. "Finger my cunt, you little tart," she called out to me. I used my small fingers like a piston, in and out of her wet cunt as it made wet squelching sounds. I was sucking her clit and fingering her large vagina and smelling the slimy juices she expelled. She kept on talking dirty to me which I did not mind, and Stella yelled very loudly when my efforts brought her to an orgasm. She lay on the bed panting for a few minutes. "Come here my little tart, Auntie Stella wants to lick you all over," she said to me. "OK," I said, climbing up onto her futon. "But please can I see your boobs?" "With pleasure dear," she said, and began to remove her clothes. She pulled down her skirt and lifted her blouse over her head. Stella looked pretty old and her skin in places was wrinkly with cellulite. Her boobs were pretty huge but they hung flat and pointed downwards. Her nipples were big, brown and the size of strawberries. I wasted no time latching on to them and sucking them like a baby would its mother. I did this on my hands and knees; Stella reached behind my small body and grabbed at my privates. She put a finger into my tight vagina and observed: "You are still a little virgin aren't you? We are going to have to sort that out," she promised. After groping me all over, Stella pushed a pillow under my bum and lifted my legs. I obliged her by using my gymnast's flexibility to put my ankles behind my ears so that my privates were wide open and completely open and available for her. She licked my pussy and bottom with skill and experience, running her tongue up and down my hairless little girl's gash. I had cum after cum and nearly forgot the time. When I realized how late it was I had to rush to put on my clothes and dash out the door. Stella rang me a couple of days later to tell me she was going out of town for a fortnight. I could not hide the disappointment in my voice. "Don't worry my juicy little tart (she had given me that nickname because `tart' is the word we use for sluts in England, and because when I cum I get really juicy). My friend Carline will be looking after my house when I am away. She would love to have a gob at your gash." I arranged to come by her house the following Thursday, after school. The woman who answered the door was old, short and really plump. If it were not for her really big boobs you could almost say she was beach ball shaped. But had a kindly face and looked like someone's granny. "Chloe, she gushed, I am so pleased to meet you. Stella has told me so much about you. Do come in," she said. Carline walked me into the sitting room where she took a seat and pulled me onto her lap. I was wearing my school uniform and her plump fingers went directly between my legs and under my knickers. "Stella tells me you are a dirty little girl," she said to me. "Let's find out how dirty you really are. Give me your knickers dear." I lifted my bum, pulled down my school panties, and handed them to her. They were white and cotton. She examined the gusset carefully and lifted it to her nose. The front had a yellow stain and the back of my panties had a brown streak. She shook her head to in disapproval. "Yes you are a dirty girl, and dirty girls need to be taught a lesson," she said turning me over and pinning me between her legs, my bare bum in the air. "And Miss Carline is the one who is going to teach you that lesson." She flipped up my school skirt and used her open hand to slap my bum, once on each cheek. Not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to make me gasp with surprise. "Say thank you, dirty little girl." "Thank you I replied," and she gave me another slap on the bottom. "Thank you Miss Carline," she ordered, and I repeated the words as instructed. Miss Carline began to fondle my hairless young cunt and bottom. I gasped as she roughly pushed her finger into my vagina, and a finger into my tight bum hole. "Stand up and take off all your dirty clothes," she ordered me, and dumped me off her lap onto the floor. I quickly obeyed her and stood naked in front of this strange looking old woman, and waited for her what she wanted next. "Now show me how you play with your nasty little cunt, Chloe," she ordered. I began to rub my own pussy, but she interrupted me saying: "I want you to put your fingers in your nasty little hole so I can see." I did what I was told, and while I fingered myself she began to undress. Miss Carline began by removing an old fashioned wool jacket. Underneath she wore a short sleeved sweater, the kind that was popular about 70 years ago. When this came off too, I saw she wore a very hefty bra with underwire and a lot of padding, which she needed to support her very large breasts. She reached behind to unfasten her bra and her breasts flopped free. I was awestruck by their size and wanted to touch them but dared not without an invitation. Miss Carline wore a skirt which was part of the same old fashioned ensemble as her jacket. She rotated the skirt a half turn so that the zipper had moved to the front, unzipped and let her skirt fall to the floor. Her large belly drooped over her hairy pubic area, on which, instead underpants, she wore what looked like some sort of harness designed to hold the large pink rubber penis which dangled in between her plump thighs. She held the penis in one hand, pointed it at me, and said: "Nasty little bitches like you need a good bollocking. Lean over the arm of this couch and open your dirty little cunt for me Chloe." I felt compelled to obey her, even though the thought of this 8 inch cock inside me was very frightening. I leaned over the couch and opened my legs as wide as I could. Miss Carline stood behind me and placed the monster at the entrance of my tight virgin pussy, and then pushed hard! Lucky that I had been finger fucking myself and my cunt was already wet, or I might have been seriously injured. Still when the monster entered me it felt like something had torn inside me and I felt a sharp pain. I cried out loud, but the older woman ignored me, partially withdrew the cock from my wounded cunt, and pushed in again even harder. I thought I was going to split in half and the pain continued with each thrust. After several more, an incredible feeling of being full took over, the pain subsided and became pleasure. I started to anticipate each thrust and used my hand to rub my clitoris for even more satisfaction. Miss Carline continued thrusting the cock deep into me with a steady mechanical pace. Each time she pushed as deep as my young vagina would allow the cock to go, and each time I felt it thrust against my uterus and send a strong pulse through my young body. In a short time I was literally sobbing with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm overcame me. After about my fourth or fifth cum, Miss Carline withdrew from my cunt. She picked my knickers off the floor and used them to wipe the blood from my torn hymen from my thighs. I thought she was going to stop and I was hoping to be able to suck on her breast and pussy, but she was not done yet. She pushed the soiled knickers into my mouth and pressed the dildo against the entrance of my tight puckered anus. "Nooo... please no, Miss Carline," I tried to shout through the panties gag in my mouth. The older woman ignored me and slowly eased the length of the dildo into my bum hole. It was painful but not as painful as my vagina, which was surprising since the rubber cock went deeper into my bum. I could tell it was buried to the hilt by the way the woman's soft belly slapped against my bottom on every stroke. I managed one more powerful orgasm before Miss Carline stopped. I supposed the effort tired the old woman who was fat and out of shape. She put me my back on the couch and then straddled my head and lowered her hairy cunt onto my face. As I dived in to lick her insides I could feel her sweaty thighs and fat vulva almost smothering me. Miss Carline shouted instructions at me, telling me to lick harder and deeper and when she felt I was not putting sufficient effort into the job she would slap my wide open privates with her open palm or flick my sensitive clit with the fingers. The pain when she did this was severe, but fortunately my efforts mostly pleased her. Her smell and taste was very strong and sweaty, I imagined the pussy odours built up under her hot woollen skirt. When she had enough, Miss Carline finally pulled me to her lap and let me fondle her enormous breasts and suck on her nipples. She stroked my back and head tenderly and kept telling me I was a `lovely little tart' and how much I had pleased her. I was happy to hear this, because in spite of a few painful moments I had really enjoyed myself and experienced orgasms I had never dreamed were possible. She said to me: "You are my lovely juicy tart and because I have taken your virginity. You will always remember me." When I put my school uniform back on and left to go home, I found I could barely walk. It took a few days for the pain in my pussy and bum hole to subside, but as soon as it did, I went back to see Miss Carline for more. When Stella returned, the three of us met together and I watched Miss Carline use her strap-on to fuck her `bitch' as she called her friend Stella. She told me that I was her also her `bitch', and I was happy that she wanted me in that way. Miss Carline let me try the strap-on and use Stella as my `bitch', but only temporarily. Miss Carline and Stella had a wide circle of lesbian friends who were all eager to meet the 11 year old gymnast they had heard about. I was able to taste many different pussies, young and old. I also introduced my new friends to Sandra my babysitter and they let me be the first to use the strap-on cock on her cunt and pussy. When I became older and began to have more freedom, I learned that many older women fantasized about having a young girl like me fuck and dominate them. I was able to collect my own stable of `bitches', but that is a story for another time. -- o -- Please email CSUnwin@yandex.com if you have any questions or comments.