Date: Fri, 05 Feb 2021 13:30:59 +0000 From: Ares Jay Subject: The Photoshoot (Lesbian / Adult Youth) This is a work of fiction that involves graphic sexual acts between adult and underage characters. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. For further information, please contact aresjay@mail.com. Copyright © 2021 Ares Jay Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories. Please consider a donation to Nifty.org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) THE PHOTOSHOOT By Ares Jay My name is Elly, I'm forty-eight years old and I've been a professional photographer for over two decades now. I started out as a freelancer, doing assignments for newspapers and magazines, but when my career started to gain some traction, I became more and more involved with the commercial industry. I've done photoshoots of basically everything; from food and pastry, to makeup and clothing. I have a small studio that I like to use for clothing shoots and it was there I was shooting when what you are about to read took place. I had been hired by one of the top fashion houses to do a shoot of their new kids-collection for the summer lineup. I've worked with kids plenty of times in the past and most of them are really great, especially the inexperience ones, because there's a real sense of accomplishment when you see them overcome their initial shyness, and then witness them blossom in front of the camera. The parents though, that's another can of worms. The majority are nice enough but once in a while, you come across these really driven - almost hysterically so - individuals that just want to control everything. As a proud mother myself, I hate the fact that it's usually the mothers that are the worst. Seeing their kids modelling in front of the camera, I don't know, I think it maybe hits a sore spot with them, reminds them that they never made it as a model themselves. Anyway, I was shooting an entire collection that day; blouses, skirts, tops and swimwear. The kid they had hired was this little nine-year-old girl named Kaley. She had only done face-shots at that point, some toothpaste commercials, I believe, but it was easy to see why they'd picked her. She was simply drop-dead gorgeous. Kaley had a really cute face with a smile that could light up the room. Her blue eyes were big and innocent, and her hair was long and toffee in color. The girl had the loveliest freckles across her nose which gave her such a beautiful and adorable look. She was slim without being skinny, 3ft 6in, with just under fifty pounds spread out proportionally across her tanned frame. Her mother, Michelle, who was quite beautiful herself, brought the girl into my studio and I could see that she was somewhat shy. "Hi, Kaley, good to meet you," I smiled, trying to be as disarming as possible. The girl had an embarrassed smile on her face when she took my hand. I loved that. Some kids, those that've been in the game for years, can be quite the divas but Kaley fortunately showed none of these traits. If anything, she seemed surprised that anyone found her pretty enough to put her in adds and commercials. "She's still rather new at this," her mother confirmed with an almost apologetic tone. "She's gonna do fine," I told her, "Isn't that right, Kaley?" The girl giggled and nodded. I brought them into the studio, showed them around the place and pointed out the spot where the sunlight would be perfect coming in through the skylights. I had Kaley's mother stand in front of the green screen while I showed Kaley how I could manipulate the background on my computer by inserting various images. She laughed out loud when I put her in front of a pigsty, then on the surface of the moon. The girl was really smart and quickly learned how to switch around the background and alter lighting, focus and contrast. I could see that her mother really appreciated that I took the time to make her little daughter feel welcome, and it was obvious that Kaley's initial shyness was quickly evaporating. "You' ready to begin, sweetie?" I asked her. "Sure," the girl replied in her soft and tender voice. After handing her mother a cup of coffee and showing her the couch from where she could observe the photoshoot, I pointed out the dressing room to Kaley. A currier had arrived the day before with all the clothing items and I had laid them out for the girl in the dressing room. While Kaley changed clothes, I chit chatted with her mother. Michelle was thirty-four years old and a single-parent. She had another child, a younger daughter named Anna, and worked as a secretary at a law firm. She had taken the morning off to drive Kaley to the shoot and I really admired her devotion to her children. I told her about my own daughter, Olivia, who had just recently gone off to college. I saw genuine empathy on Michelle's face as I explained how hard it had been for me, seeing my little girl fly the nest, especially because it had left me all alone in that big house. With her good looks, I had originally thought that Michelle had been a model herself but that turned out not to be the case. She asked me all kinds of questions about the industry that I was only too happy to answer. "She was really nervous this morning," she told me, "It such a big opportunity for her." "I think she's gonna do great," I reassured her, "She seems really sweet and genuinely interested. I've seen a lot of up and comers and Kaley certainly appears to have the whole package." "Yeah?" "Absolutely," I nodded, "And with genes like that, she's definitely got an advantage." Michelle smiled and couldn't help but blush at my compliment - even as cheesy as it was. I don't know if she could tell that I'm gay, but if she could, she didn't seem put off by it. We looked up as Kaley stepped out of the dressing room. I could see the motherly pride in Michelle's eyes at the sight of her beautiful daughter. She was wearing a pair of snug leggings, sneakers, a lovely top and a gorgeous bolero shrug. "Look at that," I smiled and got up. Kaley blushed at the attention and looked down at her shoes. I made some slight adjustments and we began the shoot. Kaley was a breeze to work with, taking advise like a pro without any of the attitude that sometimes come with that. We did all the poses you could think of, sweet girl, bad girl, happy girl, you name it. I had Kaley jumping, running, dancing in all kinds of various outfits and she was doing incredibly well for someone as inexperienced as her. Michelle really enjoyed herself as well, seeing her daughter express herself like that. Her cellphone chimed at one point and I noticed a concerned look on her face when she ended the call. "Is everything okay?" "I'm terribly sorry," Michelle told me, "We have a pressing situation at work and I need to go to the office, is it okay if I leave Kaley here and pick her up in the afternoon." "Yeah, absolutely," I said, "We'll be at least three or four hours, we still got a ton of stuff to go through." "Thank you so much," she told me, "I'm really sorry to dump her on you like this." "No, don't worry about it," I smiled and waved off her concern. She kissed her daughter goodbye and headed off to work. Kaley and I kept shooting until I felt certain we had gotten everything we needed for the outer wear collection. I told Kaley to take a break until we shifted to the swimwear shoot. She smiled when I handed her a diet Coke and a protein bar. We talked a bit about how she was doing in school and what her favorite classes were. The girl was really opening up to me and it was great sitting there, talking to her. "Can I see the pictures?" she asked. "Of course," I said. We headed over to my desk and it caught me a bit by surprise when Kaley climbed up onto my lap. She really trusted me and I genuinely felt that we had hit it off. I put my arm around her narrow waist and scrolled through the photos we had taken. She was really impressed with our work and actually complemented my skills. What a great kid. "I just hold the camera, sweetheart," I told her, "What you see there, that's all you." Kaley just giggled, still not accustomed to compliments. Without really noticing it, I suddenly found myself relishing her little-girl scent. I'm pretty sure she wasn't wearing any perfume but she still had this sweet and natural fragrance which my nostrils really, really savored. It surprised me even more when I realized how much I enjoyed having this spirited child on my lap, and when Kaley slid down to her feet, I felt a sudden sting of longing in my heart. It wasn't lost on me that, with my own daughter having flown the nest, getting the chance to be a `mother' again - even for only a few minutes - felt incredibly nice. I had to take a deep breath in order to compose myself and shake off the weird sensation. I had done plenty of photoshoots with beautiful kids, boys and girls - many of them even prettier than Kaley - but this child was different in a way that I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Should we get started again?" I asked, eager to get back to being a professional. "Uh-huh," Kaley nodded excitedly. "Let's do the tank suits first," I told her, "Then we'll do the bikinis." Kaley disappeared into the dressing room and I changed the lens on the camera. When the girl stepped out a few minutes later, I had to swallow hard to retain my professional composure. The girl, dressed only in a gorgeous black and silver monokini with side-cutouts so big, that it nearly made it look like a two-piece swimsuit, looked stunning. The miniscule cloth only covered the child's essential parts, and I could see that Kaley was a bit embarrassed with her appearance by the way she folded her hands in front of her groin. The swimsuit was certainly on the racy side, perhaps a little too lewd for a nine-year-old girl, but, then again, knowing how much social media celebrities like to show off their children in the latest fashion, I wasn't at all surprised that the designer had gone down this route. The suit was a very snug fit, looking almost like it had been airbrushed onto the girl's small body. The silver bit that covered the child's private parts, was pressing so hard against her mons pubis that her young labia were clearly outlined in the fabric - a camel toe, if you want to be vulgar. Once I noticed the tantalizing protrusion, I had a hard time taking my eyes off it. I felt my nipples harden involuntarily and had to force my eyes away from enticing sight. I've been with many girls during my life, teenagers and young women, but I had never felt this kind of stir from looking at a girl this young before. Sure, I had obviously seen my daughter naked as a child, seen how her body had blossomed so gorgeously over the years, but my mind and body had never reacted to it in this way. Again, I tried to convince myself that it was just my motherly genes kicking in due to my daughter having gone off to college, but `motherly genes' don't usually involve these kinds of feelings. I reluctantly had to admit to myself that, yes, I was attracted to this gorgeous child. I knew it was wrong having such feelings for someone so young and innocent, and it really surprised me that I was reacting this way - even scared me a little. Okay, no harm - no foul, I thought. I'm here to do a professional job and so is Kaley. "Um, Elly?" The girl's sweet voice brought me out of my trance-like state and it dawned on me that I was still staring at her - and Kaley had noticed. "You look great," I blurted out and quickly added, "How does it feel?" "It's really nice, really soft," Kaley smiled, her cheeks still a bit red. "Okay, let's get started, sweetie." The girl gradually overcame her inhibitions and was soon posing like a seasoned professional. Although I desperately tried not to, I still had a hard time taking my eyes off her groin as she moved around for frontal and rear shots. I felt my own cheeks start to burn when the little girl turned her back to me and peered over her shoulder. I hadn't noticed it before, but the rear of suit was shaped like a thong, with the thin strip disappearing between Kaley's lovely firm buttocks. A pair of ripe little melons - the sweet kind - that's what they were, and when Kaley squatted, I saw how the ridiculously thin strip barely covered her little child-anus. I kept snapping away with the camera as the girl did the most amazing poses. I knew that these photos would never be used - or even seen - by the fashion house, they were solely for my own personal portfolio. Kaley changed suits several of times, trying on different models and colors, and each time she ran into the changing room, I found myself wishing that she would just change in front of me. No, I thought, trying to force the imagery from my mind. You're an adult woman and she's just a child. We're here to do a job, nothing more than that. But I was struggling. When we had finished shooting the tank suits, I asked if she wanted to see the pictures - which she, of course - did. Again, she climbed up on my lap and I felt my body shiver from having my arm around this almost naked girl. I let Kaley scroll through the pictures while her little body pressed so enticingly against my bosom. I silently cursed myself when I felt how my nipples hardened in my blouse against her slender back. I don't know if Kaley noticed, but when she moved her body around a bit, it only sent more surges of excitement through my nipples. She looked up at one point, probably wondering what those hard nubs were that were poking her in the back, but when she looked at me, she just sent me one of her adorable smiles. "What do you think?" I asked, nodding at the pictures on the screen. "They're really good," she replied and I heard the honesty in her voice, "Am I doing it right?" "Are you kidding? You're doing great," I told her and kissed the top of her head. I almost freaked out when I realized what I had just done. That was totally inappropriate of me but Kaley, not knowing any better or not caring or actually appreciating it, just smiled and leaned against me. We sat there for a while, going through the pictures, even the ones that were a bit on the raunchy side. Kaley giggled at the close-ups I had taken of her butt and groin. There were only slight hints of a protrusion in the frontal shots, but seeing them up close like this, and in 4K definition, almost took my breath away. "You're very beautiful," I told her and couldn't help but kiss the top of her head again. The little girl looked up at me with a somewhat flustered look on her face. "You're gonna be a superstar," I quickly added, trying to coat my words with a bit more professionalism. "You really think so?" Kaley asked. "Absolutely, honey," I nodded and ran my hand up and down her back, caressing her soft skin. "I always feel like I'm doing it wrong," she smiled. "Most people do, you wouldn't be human if you didn't." "Aren't there, like, some things I can do better?" "Well," I started, "There's a trick I've seen some of the older models use when they are shooting bras and bikinis." "What?" "I've seen them sort of rub their nipples a bit," I told her - which was true, "It helps tighten up the skin on your chest." "The nipples?" "It works," I nodded, "I've seen it." Kaley looked down at her chest. Even if her chest hadn't been covered by the bathing suit, considering that she was only nine years old, she obviously didn't really have any nipples to speak of. But Kaley was so eager to be the best she could be, so focused on grabbing the opportunity. I was taken aback when she suddenly wiggled her arms out of the suit, pulled it down around her stomach and exposed her flat chest. I was about to stop her when she reached up, grabbed her small buds between the fingers and squeezed them. The girl looked up at me, not understanding why that would make her skin tighter. "No, sweetie," I smiled, "You have to be gentler." I reached down and softly ran my fingers across her nipples. She giggled at first but when I felt her sprouts harden against my fingers, the smile dissipated on her gorgeous face. And sure enough, the skin around her nipples tightened as I had told her. "See?" I smiled. "It tickles," the girl said. "Is it uncomfortable?" Kaley held my gaze for a moment before shaking her head. The small pinpoints felt hard and firm against my fingers and I noticed a familiar and enjoyable warmth spread in my panties. Though Kaley obviously couldn't tell that the moisture level in my vagina was building, I felt certain that she at least noticed that my breathing pattern had changed. She didn't react though, she just stared at my fingers as they stroked her chest. Catching myself enjoying it way too much, I asked Kaley if she was ready to change to the bikinis. The girl nodded and headed off to the changing room. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down, and I couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed about what I had just done. The intentions had certainly been pure, of course, but I had perhaps taken it a tad further than necessary. Looking up at the gorgeous girl on my screen, I was still incredibly conflicted about my feelings. Yes, the little girl was adorable - as most girls are at that age - but she was also incredibly attractive, almost...sexy. The thought of labeling a nine-year-old child as sexy, felt very foreign to me and I couldn't understand why my mind would even suggest that. Had Kaley been older, maybe sixteen or nineteen, I wouldn't have had any moral hang-ups about flirting with her. However, this was a sweet and innocent little child. Get a grip on yourself, I thought. But, flicking through the images we had taken, it was impossible for me to shake that unwelcomed attraction I felt for the girl. My nipples were still as hard as acorns and were protruding quite visibly through my blouse. I have mom-breasts, the kinds with a good fill and weight to them but also the kinds that are a little bit too in love with gravity. I regretted not putting on a bra that morning but my soft blouse had such a lovely snug fit that it actually held up my bosom surprisingly well. I paused at the photo where Kaley looked over her shoulder at the camera. My cheeks warmed at the sight of her barely concealed little buttocks and, as if it had a mind of its own, I felt my hand tucking up my skirt and come to a firm rest against my panties. God, they're soaked, I thought, feeling how moist the lace g-string felt against my fingers. Although it wasn't that time of the month, I actually considered - although only for a brief moment - stuffing a pad into my panties to absorb the juices coming out of me. As I scrolled to the next picture, a scarcely audible yelp escaped my lips. It was the picture where Kaley was squatting, almost exposing her small anus to the lens. I magnified the image, zoomed in on her little puckered opening that was nearly visible behind the string of the thong. I am a bit of a tushy-girl. I had a lovely girlfriend early in my life who loved to perform analingus on me. The way her experienced tongue and fingers played with my anus, had always sent me crashing head-first into the most passionate orgasms. To be sure, I love all of the female body's erogenous zones, but having experienced such overwhelming pleasure through my anus, I've always felt it imperative to share that kind of ecstasy with the women I've been with. Women. What about girls? What about a sweet little child? Why should she be excluded from experiencing such intense pleasure? I bet Kaley would love it if I used my tongue on her little anal opening. I bet I would too. I couldn't help but fantasizing about how the little girl smelled between her legs, what she tasted like, how it would tickle the tip of my tongue if I gently ran it... "Elly?" Her little sweet voice was like music to my ears. "Mmmm," I said without taking my eyes off the screen, "What is it, sweetie?" Then it dawned on me. As if struck by lightning, I suddenly realized that her voice hadn't come from the changing room. No, it had been much, much closer. I swallowed, slowly gliding my eyes to the side, seeing Kaley standing only a few feet from me. She was nude. Completely. I had to swallow again. The little girl was clutching small clothing items in her hands, and although she did her best to cover her private parts, it was impossible not to catch a glimpse of her bulbous and hairless labia. Kaley had a bewildered look in her innocent eyes but they weren't looking at my face, nor at the screen with the closeup of her anus. No, they were fixed on my hand, the hand that - Oh Jesus - wasn't merely resting against my panties, but had snuck inside of them and was now massaging my bloated clitoris. That hand. In the time it takes to blink, I yanked my hand out of my panties, tucked down my skirt and flipped to a more innocent image on the screen. "What's the matter, honey?" I said, winded, but somehow able to offer up a fake expression of calm. Kaley's gaze shifted up to my face. She might've been a child but she was bright enough to understand what she had just seen. The girl still looked confused, even a bit remorseful, like a child walking in on her parents having sex. "I can't..." she started, holding up the clothing items, "I don't know how to put these on. They keep falling off" I saw tears form in her eyes and immediately felt my heart break. I slid down from the chair, knelt beside her and quickly put my arms around her. "No-no, sweetie," I told her, holding her nude body close, "I'll help you. We'll figure it out, okay?" "Okay," the girl reluctantly nodded. I kissed her forehead and took the clothing from her small hands. The bikini panties, a gorgeous pair with a Snow Leopard texture, were the kinds with self-tie straps at the hips, and the matching top bra had the same self-tie system. No wonder Kaley was having so much problems with them. "Okay, I think I know how this works," I smiled and held up the top for her. The child held out her arms and I slid the bra on her, looping the straps around the back of her neck and fastening it with a bunny-ear knot. I struggled a bit with the panties, first having to undo the knots Kaley had tied. I could tell, just by handling them, that they weren't going to leave much for the imagination. It had a small V-shaped front that would only just cover the child's vagina, with small strings going up between the buttocks and around to the hips where they could be tied together. I couldn't help but wonder who on Earth would design such an alluring thong for a little child but, kneeling next to Kaley's gorgeous little body, I couldn't be happier that they had. "Elly, can I ask you something?" the girl asked as I struggled to undo her knots. "Of course, sweetie." "What...was that..." Kaley paused. I looked up at her, saw that she was anxiously wringing her little hands. I had a feeling what was coming but I certainly didn't want to press the issue or put words in her mouth. "When I came in," Kaley tried again, blushing in the process, "You were doing something with your hand." I nodded, feeling a sting of embarrassment. I could have lied, I guess, could've spun some kind of yarn that would've made the whole thing some big, perfectly innocent misunderstanding. But I didn't want to. This sweet girl deserved more than that. The fact that she even had the courage to ask was very impressive. "Yes, I did, Kaley," I told her and sat down in front of her, "I'm really sorry that you saw that, that wasn't my intention." "What were you doing?" the child asked, sitting down on the floor as well. Although her legs were crossed - Indian style - I could easily make out her little puffy vagina pressing against the floor boards. Not wanting to gawk too overtly at her gorgeous private parts, I lifted my gaze to meet hers. "It's something that women sometimes do, sweetie." "Why?" I didn't hear any accusatory tones in her voice, just genuine curiosity. "Because," I smiled, "it feels quite lovely." I'm not sure that she understood me but at least Kaley nodded. "My mommy does that sometimes." It actually surprised me more to hear that Michelle masturbated, than Kaley telling me about it. I was sure that someone as beautiful as this child's mother, could get any man or woman she'd like. But, on the other hand, with a career and two children to take care of, she probably didn't have that much time for a dating life. "How do you know that?" "When I get up to pee at night," Kaley told me, "I sometimes hear her make these noises." "Ahh." "One night, I looked into her bedroom and she was doing the same thing you were." "Did your mother see you?" Kaley shook her head. I had had a similar experience with my own mother when I was a little girl. My father died when I was very young and my mother never remarried. Not only that, I actually never saw her with another man. I don't think it was out of love for my father, because he really wasn't that lovely. Part of me is certain that, like me, she preferred women. But times were different back then. A woman, especially one who had been raised as strict as my mother had, couldn't just declare herself a lesbian without serious repercussions from the narrowminded community. I was sort of in the same boat. Though I had had some amazing sexual encounters with women in my youth, I had always felt that I was expected to marry a man and have children with him. It didn't matter that I felt attracted to women, I would have to park those feelings and punch out a kid or two. And I did. I got married when I was twenty-five, had Olivia when I was twenty-nine. It wasn't a bad marriage at all, my husband was a very kind and lovely man, he just couldn't offer me the kind of emotional fulfillment, intimacy or sexual passion that I wanted and needed. For the next couple of years, I had struggled with accepting my sexuality before I finally made the decision to come out. Telling my husband that I was gay and asking him for a divorce, was one of the toughest things I've ever done, but also the most liberating. Though it hit him hard, he respected me and our daughter enough to not make it a messy split. We divorced amicably and I was genuinely happy for him, when he told me that he was remarrying a few years later. I often wonder if my mother ever admitted to herself that she was gay, and if she did, did she ever - at least secretly - find love with another woman? I could have asked her, of course, I wanted to many times but it just wasn't a subject you'd discuss with my mother. She fully accepted it when I told her I was gay, but when it came to herself, sex was even more of a no-fly-zone. My mother passed away eight years ago and I deeply hope that she came to terms with her own sexuality before her death, whichever way it swung. Anyway, like Kayley, I had gotten up during the night to pee, I was around four or five years old. I had heard these strained noises coming from my mother's bedroom and it had sounded like she was maybe having a nightmare. I had snuck up to the door and immediately realized that she hadn't been having a bad dream. In fact, she hadn't even been sleeping because the lamp on her nightstand had been on. As I peeked inside, I had been shocked to see my mother's naked vagina. That was the first and last time I ever it. She had her hand between her spread legs and was massaging her vagina. And enjoying herself while doing it. That was very obvious. I had just stood there for a minute or so, a million different thoughts racing through my young mind as I watched my own mother masturbate. I don't know if I accidently had let out a sound or if the floorboards had creaked, but my mother had suddenly spotted me. She had been so embarrassed that she had actually started crying. We never talked about what had happened but as I got a bit older, I hated myself for having interrupted a moment that had obviously been very lovely and intimate for her. "How did it make you feel?" I asked Kaley, "Seeing your mother touch herself like that, I mean." The girl contemplated my question and I realized that she probably had the same millions of thoughts that I had back then. "Did it scare you?" "A little bit," Kaley answered. "Have you talked with her about it?" The girl shook her head. "I know it must've felt strange for you, seeing your mommy like that, sweetie," I told her, "But trust me when I tell you, your mommy was enjoying herself." "Did you enjoy yourself?" I couldn't help but smile at the girl's straightforwardness and I ran a hand through her lovely hair. "Yes, I did, sweetie. You see, when a woman touches her private parts that way, it feels incredibly nice, not just in the vagina but in your whole body. And often, when a woman really likes it and keeps doing it, she will achieve something called an orgasm." "Is that how babies are made?" "No, pumpkin," I chuckled, "That's a very different thing. Although, a mommy may have an orgasm when a baby is made." I could tell by the girl's confused look that I hadn't really properly explained the dynamics of an orgasm. I don't know why I waved her over but it just felt like the most natural thing to do. Kaley must've felt the same because she immediately crawled over to me and sat down in my lap with her back against my bosom. It took me a second to register what I had just done but as the girl's sweet scent drifted into my nostrils, I decided to fold my arms around her stomach, hoping that the intimacy would help with my explanation. "Do you like cotton candy?" I whispered into her ear. Kaley nodded and giggled. "Well, an orgasm is like cotton candy, if cotton candy was a feeling. It's sweet, it's soft and your whole body feels so hyper sensitive, like your floating on a big fluffy cloud of happiness," I explained, "All the bad thoughts you may have had during the day, everything that has bothered you, even if you have pain in your muscles, they all go away just like that." I snapped my fingers. "Forever?" Kaley asked. "No," I said and kissed her cheek, "Unfortunately they come back after a while but at that very moment, when the orgasm rumbles through your body, nothing else matters. Does that make sense, sweetie?" "I think so." I wasn't sure if the child had fully understood what I was trying to convey, but I felt certain that at least some of it had struck a chord with her. "But it's also a very private thing when a woman touches herself," I continued, "I shouldn't have done it in front of you, that was wrong of me and I hope I didn't scare you, pumpkin." "No, it was just strange to see," Kaley told me, "But I'm really happy that it feels nice for you and mommy when you do it." Really appreciating her saying that, I hugged her tight and gave her cheek a kiss. The little girl giggled so delightfully and I felt her squirm in my arms. I had almost forgotten that the child wasn't wearing any panties and when her naked tushy slid around on my bare legs, I felt my nipples harden again. "What do you say we put the panties on you and take some pictures?" "Okay," Kaley said and stood up in front of me. The sight of her little hairless vagina a few inches from my face, didn't exactly do anything to take the firmness out of my sensitive nipples. The child spread her legs slightly and I put the little triangular front of the panties against her vagina and asked her to hold it in place, while I led the strings up between her buttocks and around to her narrow hips. Knotting the strings together at each hip, I asked the girl to do a three-sixty for me. The V-front of the panties was even smaller than I had thought, and sat much further down on her pubic bone than I had expected. "They're really tiny," Kaley giggled as she looked down at herself. While I genuinely couldn't approve of a pair of children's swimsuit panties that hid so little - or showed so much - my attraction to Kaley had already gotten the better of me and I really liked how she looked in them. I noticed that one side of the V-front had folded into itself. Before I even realized what I was doing, I slipped a finger inside the front, ran it down the curvature of Kaley's pubic mons and straightened out the folded fabric. The girl's knees trembled briefly at my touch and I looked up at her surprised face. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, I just needed to fix the panties," I told her, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "It just tickled," Kaley smiled. I began setting up the camera again while Kaley took her position in front of the green screen. My hands felt clammy and my cheeks warm when I focused the finder on the lovely girl. She was standing there with a smile on her face, hands on her waist, looking gorgeous in her miniscule bikini. I began snapping pictures, wanting to get as many shots of her in this outfit. Kaley got into all different kinds of poses; on one knee, both knees, on her back, on her side, on all fours, her front and back to me. I was snapping away like crazy, praying to God that my memory card wouldn't run out of storage space. Kaley was about to do a squat when the strings on her left hip snapped, sending her tiny panties sliding down her right leg. I was clicking away with such ferocity that I managed to get a good number of shots of her naked vagina. When Kaley bent down to retrieve the panties from her ankle, I was about to tell her to leave them where they were, but I was afraid of what she might think of me. "Are you sure?" I looked up from the camera, realizing that I had actually said it out loud. Kaley didn't look freaked out or anything, just a girl contemplating my words. "Um, I think we got the photos that we need for that outfit," I quickly said. There was a pause where neither of us said anything. Kaley just stood there, wearing only the swimsuit top and looking absolutely gorgeous doing so, while my heart was pounding away like crazy. "Do you want me to try on another outfit?" she asked. The correct play here was of course to tell her `yes' but, standing there behind the camera, with my nipples feeling like they were about to burst, I barely heard my own voice when I replied. "Is it okay if I take some pictures of you like this, Kaley?" The child looked over at me with a mix of confusion and embarrassment on her young face. I'm sure she was wondering why this old woman would want to photograph her without any panties on, when the whole point of this photoshoot was to promote the clothing line. "Do you want me to take this off as well?" she asked, motioning at the top. I nearly gagged on my own saliva and all I could do was nod. My finger was trembling on the shutter-release as Kaley slipped out of the swimsuit top and tossed it out of frame. "You're really beautiful, Kaley" I whispered, no longer able to hold back my feelings. The girl blushed and looked down at her feet. I gave her a thumbs up and a smile - not really knowing what else to do with myself. The girl assumed the poses she had done before and I started snapping. She moved a little timidly to begin with, still a little embarrassed at being naked in front of me, but she gradually got into her old rhythm. "You're doing great," I said, not really knowing if I was talking to her or myself. Kaley beamed and got down on all fours, turning her lovely butt at me. I had a hard time breathing at that point, especially when she looked back at me with that gorgeous smile. Every fiber in my body was begging me to get down behind her and lick her beautiful little anus, and it took an incredible amount of self-control not to give in to my urges. As the minutes passed, it became obvious how much fun she was having. Her joyful and sweet laughter echoed through the studio as she switched between various poses. I unhooked the camera from its tripod and moved closer to her, snapping shots from various angles. It was great watching how liberated she felt without any clothes on. "You like being naked, don't you?" I chuckled. Kaley nodded and danced around me like a lovely little ballerina. "What about at home," I asked while snapping, "Do you run around naked at home as well." "Only on Saturdays." "Really?" I asked, lowering the camera, not sure I had heard her correct. "Mommy says we can do what we want on Saturdays." "And you're naked?" "Uh-huh," the girl replied, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Why?" "Because it feels really nice." "What about your mommy and little sister, are they naked too?" "Of course." A gajillion different images raced through my mind in an instant. The mere thought of Michelle being naked at home with her beautiful daughters, had me feeling light-headed. Kaley stopped dancing and looked at me when I put the camera on the ground. I saw her expression morph from shock to elation as I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my blouse. My breasts bounced into place and I loved the feel of the cool air against my warm skin. I looked over at Kaley and sent her a wink as I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. The little girl couldn't stop giggling when she saw me slide off my panties and stand completely naked in front of her. "You're right," I smiled and picked up the camera, "It does feel really nice." I felt her eyes take in my naked body, perhaps comparing it to her mother's. I had no doubt that Michelle had a gorgeous body but at least mine was different, something Kaley hadn't seen before. I do take good care of my body and I work out whenever possible. My vagina isn't clean shaven but I do keep it trimmed and tidy. Perhaps her mother shaved her vagina because Kaley had a hard time taking her eyes off my pubic hair. "Do you wanna take some pictures of us together?" I asked. Kaley immediately nodded and I could see that the thought excited her - probably not in the same way it excited me, but still. I put the camera back on its tripod and activated the video-still mode, where the camera would capture a video as normal, plus take still-shots every second. I went back to the girl and heard the camera starting to do its job. We started out a little awkward, just a grown woman and a little girl standing there naked, but as we gradually got into it, it turned out to be a blast. Kaley was an absolute joy to work with and it quickly turned out, that she was basically up to anything that I suggested. Her sitting on my knee, us hugging, Kaley pretending to breastfeed. She was very impressed with my hard nipples and giggled when one of them brushed against her lips. One of my favorite poses that we did, was with Kaley lying on her side, resting her head on her elbow, with me behind her, spooning the little girl. It felt incredibly arousing being so close to the little naked girl and it was a struggle for me not to put my hands on her in an inappropriate way. I kept complimenting her, kept encouraging the little girl, giving her slight instructions every now and then. Kaley was so eager to learn, so determined to perform to the very best of her abilities, that she didn't even blink when I changed the theme of the pictures to something slightly racier in nature. I still kept it at the softer end of the scale, you know, suggestive poses without actually taking it too far. The first one was with me on my knees in front of the girl, kissing her tiny belly button. Another one we did, was with both of us sticking out our tongues, holding them millimeters from each other. The next one was with Kaley and I on all fours, her in front of me, with me pretending to sniff her gorgeous butt like a dog. Her tender anus gave off such an excitingly pungent scent and I had to restrain myself from leaning in closer. We also did the `Janet Jackson' pose, with Kaley standing with her legs slightly spread, her hands folded behind her head, me on my knees behind her, covering her `breasts' with my hands. For the next half an hour, the two of us had so much fun challenging each other with different poses, dancing and just generally enjoying ourselves tremendously. Sitting across from each other, catching our breaths after a lovely dance, I felt this annoying knot in my stomach, realizing that our time together was coming to an end. I had had such a great day with this gorgeous little girl and I found myself already missing her. Kaley's eyes sparkled so adorable as she wiped sweat from her forehead. While I was so happy that I now had a lot of video and pictures of the child that I could always pull up on my computer, I knew it just couldn't compete with the quality time the two of us had spent together. I could see that Kaley was also feeling a bit of the blues as we sat there across from each other, naked and sweating. "I had so much fun today," I smiled. "Me too." There was another long pause with neither of us speaking. It wasn't an awkward moment at all, it was just both of us coming to the realization that the day was coming to an end. I wanted to tell Kaley how much she meant to me, how much I appreciated the way we had bonded, but I was afraid that it would ruin the sweet moment. "Elly, can I ask you something?" "Of course, sweetie, you can ask me anything you want." "Will you..." Kaley started but had to summon up a bit more courage, "Will you touch yourself later?" Wow. I wasn't expecting that question. "Yes, I will, Kaley," I answered truthfully, deciding to add even more honesty, "And I will be looking at pictures of you when I do." The girl blushed, though I'm not sure she completely understood why that was a big deal. "Why?" she giggled. "Because it will remind me of what a lovely and sweet girl you are, and also how much I've appreciated the time we've spent together today." I looked over at her and saw a smile spread on her cute face. God, she looked so innocent and pure and I hated the fact that I had just lied to her. "You know what, Kaley?" I said, deciding to finally come clean with her, "That's actually not true." The child's brow furrowed. "I mean, yes, it's true," I quickly added, "But it's not the real reason why I will be looking at your pictures while I touch myself." "Then why?" "Because looking at you, especially when you're naked," I told her, "really excites me." I could tell that her innocent definition of `excitement', didn't properly convey my feelings and I decided to be a lot more specific. "Kaley, when a grown woman gets excited, her nipples tend to get really hard and stiff, and she gets this funny feeling in her private parts," I said, putting my hand on my vagina for illustrative purposes, "It's like a tickle, but a very lovely and wonderful tickle, a tickle that you don't want to ever stop." Kaley swallowed as I began gently running my fingers against my warm labia. If my actions shocked her, she hid her feelings well because she couldn't take her eyes off me. "And when you're with someone who excites you like that," I continued, "you just want to be with her forever, hold her and touch her, have sex with her, kiss her lips, her nipples...her vagina." Kaley's cheeks were seriously blushing as she listened to me intensely. "That's how I feel about you, Kaley," I confessed, feeling how my clitoris hardened against my finger, "And even though you're just a little child, I would really like to do all of those things to you." I couldn't tell if the girl was in shock or not but Kaley just sat there with a mesmerized look on her face, like in a trance. I was under no illusions that this was going to end like I hoped it would but her nearly catatonic state had me concerned. "I know it's wrong for a grown woman to feel that way, sweetie," I said, hoping to snap her out of it, "And I sincerely apologize if I have made you feel uncomfortable." "Will it hurt?" the child asked without taking her eyes off my hand. "Hurt?" "Touching and kissing, like you said." "No, honey," I told her, "No, it doesn't hurt one bit." Kaley swallowed again and shifted her gorgeous blue eyes from my hand to my face. "I think I would like to try that," she whispered in a little mouse voice, "With you." This time it was my turn to swallow, and in a dry throat. Everything suddenly seemed so surreal, as if too good to be true. Had this little gorgeous child just said that she wanted to have sex with me? "Are you sure, sweetie?" I asked, more to check if I really had heard her correctly. The girl nodded slowly. I could tell that the thought of what I had just described, had made her a bit timid, but there was also that sense of insatiable curiosity lurking directly behind her gorgeous eyes. That feeling of excitement and trepidation at the same time, wasn't alien to me. I had been just a few years older than Kaley, when I had had my first lesbian experience, and I could still remember how tense and anxious I had felt when my cousin, Karen, had run her tongue against my pre-pubescent vagina. Karen, who had been sixteen at the time, had pretty much seduced me into having sex with her during a sleepover. We had slept together in a bed that really wasn't big enough for the both of us. It had been one of those really hot August nights and Karen had insisted that we should sleep with no clothes on. At first, it had made me feel uncomfortable lying there nude in bed with my cousin, but there had also been something a little bit thrilling about it, something tantalizingly taboo. Karen had put her arm around me, telling me it was the only way we could comfortably fit into the little bed. It had actually felt quite nice being spooned by my cousin, but when I had woken up during the night, feeling her hand on my vagina, I had felt a little scared. When I had nudged her with my elbow, Karen had told me that she had been sleeping and didn't realize that she had touched me. Being only eleven years old at the time, I had actually believed her. I had gone back to sleep again but had been awoken shortly after, when I had felt Karen's finger slide up into my vagina. What had scared me the most about that, wasn't that my cousin had had her finger inside my young vagina, but that it had felt absolutely wonderful. Though every neuron in my brain had told me that this was wrong, that girls shouldn't be doing this, I just didn't want her to stop. "You like that, don't you, Elly?" Karen had whispered into my ear. I hadn't answered, I had just lied there, probably stiff as a board while her finger had produced the most intense feelings of pleasure I had ever felt up to that point. Even when Karen had taken my hand, had placed it between her legs and had started rubbing it against her hairy vagina, even then I hadn't said anything. The first sound that had escaped my lips, had been a soft moan when Karen had climbed down between my legs and had put her mouth to my private parts. It hadn't taken long before Karen's tongue made me orgasm and when I had climaxed, I had accidently peed a little. Karen had just laughed at me, calling me a little baby. I had felt so ashamed when I had awoken the next morning but Karen hadn't cared. She had taken me to the toilet, watched me pee before licking my tender vagina again. She had licked me three more times that day, making me climax each time. Although I had thoroughly enjoyed all the orgasms she'd given me, I hadn't liked how blasé she'd been about it. This had, after all, been my first introduction to sex and I had been feeling very confused about my sexuality, my body and my emotions. Whenever I had tried to talk to Karen about it, she had just brushed me off, called me a little baby and had gone and hung out with her friends instead. I did not want Kaley to go through the same experience. "Have you ever touched your vagina before?" I asked her. The child immediately blushed and giggled. "No." I'm sure she had brushed a sponge against it when bathing, or something as innocent as that, but I could tell by her reaction that she hadn't touch herself in `that way'. "And you've never discussed sex with your mother?" Another giggle, even redder cheeks. "No." "Okay," I told her, "There's someone I'd like you to meet." "Who?" "It's a surprise," I smiled. Kaley followed me as I headed to the bathroom. I swung open the cabinet above the sink where I keep all sorts of makeup and styling products, that models can use if needed. I ignored the products and instead found a little makeup mirror by the size of a plate. I took Kaley's hand and led her to the couch where her mother had sat earlier. It was pretty large and could easily fit two people lying down if need be. I tapped the cushions and watched as the girl climbed up on the couch. "Just lie down, sweetie." She did and I put a large pillow behind her head, propping her up a bit so that she could see the mirror I placed between her legs. I angled the mirror and Kaley now had a perfect reflection of her young vagina. Nudging her thighs against the sides of the mirror so that they held it in place, I knelt down next to Kaley, leaning my head against hers. "Kaley, meet your vagina. Vagina, meet Kaley." The girl giggled heartily at my words but I could see the intense curiosity on her face when presented with this almost alien organ that resided between her legs. "Is that where babies come from, Elly?" "That's right, sweetie," I nodded, "If you get pregnant one day, this is where the baby will come out, just like when you came out of your mommy's vagina." "Did you have any babies? "Yes, I had a beautiful little girl like you," I smiled and kissed her cheek, "She's all grown up now." Kaley studied the reflection of her vagina. I didn't doubt that she had looked at it plenty of times before, but I think this was the first time that she actually `saw' it. "It looks funny." "Funny?" I laughed, "I think it looks beautiful." "Really?" "Cross my heart," I said and crossed my heart theatrically. I reached down between the child's legs and put my fingers on the bulbous folds that flanked her pudendal cleft. Kaley's thighs momentarily trembled at my touch, but I quickly felt her calm back down. "Sorry," she said, "It just tickled." "That's okay, sweetie," I smiled, gently gliding the tip of my fingers up and down her hairless folds. The child's puffy outer labia felt so soft and tender against my fingers and I loved how smooth her young skin was. I kept sliding my fingers along the gentle curvature and saw how a puzzled but curious look formed on Kaley's face. "See these, honey? These are called `labia major' and they act like a protection for your vagina," I explained, "And when your pubic hair starts to grow, this is where it will come out." "Your pubic hair is really pretty," Kaley told me. I gave her outer labia a gentle squeeze in appreciation which made the child giggle. "Aw, that's really sweet of you, pumpkin." I turned my attention back to her gorgeous vagina and carefully parted her labia. This time Kaley reacted with a sharp inhale. "You' okay?" Kaley nodded. I had to take a deep breath as well at the sight of her gorgeous vaginal lips. They were so tiny and had the most vibrant color you can imagine - just like something, that hasn't been used before, always has. "These are your vaginal lips," I said and nodded at the taut flaps that hid her little opening, "They are very sensitive." I carefully caressed the lips with my finger and heard the child suck in deep breaths. Her balled-up fists immediately went up in front of her mouth, as if to stifle a shriek. As I gingerly cuddled her tiny opening with my fingers, I quickly felt how her vaginal lips became more and more moist to the touch. It obviously wasn't surprising, given my gentle massage, but it still felt slightly odd experiencing it happen to a nine-year-old girl. "Does it feel nice, pumpkin?" I asked. Kaley nodded vigorously without taking her wide eyes off the reflection in the mirror. I could see how her throat muscles were struggling, as if she was trying to hold back her moans. "You know, it's perfectly okay to make sounds, Kaley," I smiled, "Like your mommy did when you saw her touching herself, remember?" The child nodded again but she still held on to whatever sound was building in her throat. I couldn't blame her; I had been there myself. All these sensations she was now feeling, were completely new to her young mind, and I'm sure that part of her felt ashamed at feeling like this - I had. "Does it tickle?" I asked while continuing to caress her moist vaginal lips. "Yes, a lot," Kaley stuttered, "But not like when mommy tickles my feet, it's a...different tickle." Oh, to be a little child again and experience all those new feelings all over again, I thought. I felt so happy for Kaley that the first encounter with her own sexuality, wasn't going to be forced upon her like mine had been. And on a strictly personal note, I couldn't help to feel utterly blessed that she had trusted me with such an important responsibility. The first soft little moan finally pressed itself past Kaley's lips. The sound startled her and I almost chuckled at her stunned expression. Feeling happy that she had popped her "moan-cherry", I leaned down and kissed her soft lips. "Do you like it, pumpkin?" I whispered against her lips, already knowing the answer. "Yes," Kaley stuttered through intermittent breaths. I kissed her sweet lips again, gently running my tongue against their soft curvature. She didn't resist me when my tongue nudged her lips apart and descended into her mouth. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure she even noticed, her mind seemed too caught up with what my fingers were doing to her little vagina. The thought almost made me smile but I could easily understand how she was feeling. I did get a slight reaction from her when she felt the tip of my tongue against hers, just a blink of her eyes. I pressed my tongue a bit further into her little mouth and let it slowly play against her palate and teeth, most of them still primary. "Give me your tongue," I whispered. I felt Kaley warily prodding at my tongue with her own. I just held my tongue inside her mouth, letting her get familiar with it in her own way. I knew from my own experience that the first tongue-on-tongue kiss can feel quite odd, even invasive, and I didn't want to rush her. As Kaley cautiously probed at my tongue, I began circling my hand against her opening, coating everything with her sweet child-juices. The little girl had unshackled her vocal cords a bit more by now, and I more felt it than heard it, as she moaned so softly into my mouth. I've had my hands on many vaginas throughout the years, but none as tender or gorgeous as Kaley's. Her soft and puffy labia felt increasingly warm against my hand and I also sensed that they had begun to swell with excitement. Feeling how her sweet breath in my mouth tightened my nipples even more, I lifted my hand and moved my moist index-finger to the little girl's mouth. I slipped it inside and shivered when her little tongue licked her own juices from my finger. Not wanting to miss out, I ran my tongue against my finger as well and soon we were both licking her sweet juices from my finger. "Do you like the taste, sweetie?" I asked, pulling my head back but leaving my finger in her mouth. The child nodded and closed her lips around the finger. "That's from your vagina," I smiled, "That's how it tastes." I slowly pulled the finger from her mouth, her lips refusing to let go of it, just like a newborn latching onto a mother's nipple. Fixing my eyes on her excited gaze, I moved my hand back down between her legs and found Kaley's tender vagina again. The little girl spontaneously parted her legs when she felt my hand on her velvety private parts. I gently smeared her juices against Kaley's warm outer labia in a slow circular motion. Her adorable gaze was fixed on my eyes as my fingers coated her little child-opening. My heart melted when the girl moved her hand to her face and slipped her thumb into her mouth, sucking on it for comfort, almost regressing to her infant-self. Squish. A cute little noise escaped her mouth as Kaley's sucked on her thumb while my gentle hand massaged her soft genitals. I saw that same trance-like veil I had seen earlier glide over her eyes again. My fingers gently parted the girl's labia and carefully found her small vaginal lips again. They felt so warm and taut against my fingers, so excited. Squish-Squish. Kaley blinked as my finger slowly caressed the sensitive lips between her legs and gently slid into her narrow vaginal canal. I was very careful, taking it slow and easy, the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt the lovely girl. Squish-Squish-Squish. I loved how the child's eyes went wide with amazement and how her lips tightened around her thumb. Kaley let out a muffled yelp through her nose and sucked aggressively on her finger to stifle an even louder moan. I only pressed the first joint of my middle finger into Kaley. I could feel how tightly her little vagina clutched my finger, and while I was certain I could fit my whole finger inside of her, I didn't want to risk hurting her. Squish-Squish-Squish-Squish. It amazed me how the little girl's pubic-muscles tightened, then relaxed and then tightened again around my finger. I loved the feeling and the thought of how Kaley's young vagina was constantly processing the presence of my finger. The child's big blue eyes studied my face so intensely while I held my finger inside her, and after a minute or so, I felt the girl's pubic muscles relax. Squish-Squish-Squish. While I couldn't quite see her lips behind her hand, I could tell by the sparkle in her eyes that Kaley was smiling at me. She looked so relaxed and happy, completely comfortable with the finger I held inside her vagina. Squish-Squish. I rubbed my nose against hers and gave her a soft Eskimo kiss. The little girl giggled, really liking the way our noses caressed each other. She pressed her tiny nose against mine and repeated the lovely gesture. I smiled at the gorgeous girl and decided that I had had my finger inside her long enough. Kaley's brow curled in confusion as I slowly withdrew my finger from her soft vagina. I brought the finger to my mouth and tasted the girl's delicious juices. Squish. I calmly removed Kaley's thumb from her mouth. Again, the little girl observed me with confusion in her eyes and I leaned in and gave her tender lips a reassuring kiss. The girl smiled as I removed my lips from hers and she had to suppress a giggle when I put her thumb into my mouth and licked her sweet child-saliva from the finger. As I held her hand in mine, I reached back down between her legs and placed her palm against her little opening. Kaley's eyes flickered as her hand made contact with her own labia. I don't know if it was the longing for her thumb that made Kaley feel a little anxious but she moved closer to me, seeking the shelter of my body. The girl let out a soft little noise when I gently pressed the tip of her middle-finger into her vagina. Kaley whimpered so sweetly as I guided her finger further inside her vagina until it couldn't go any further. Kaley leaned her head against mine and I left her finger inside of her vagina and took her other hand in mine. I immediately felt her tense body relax and finally understood just how safe and secure she felt in my presence. "You're such a sweet little angel," I gently whispered into her ear. The child's small hand clutched mine even tighter. I caressed her hair and when her sparkling blue eyes looked up at me, I affectionately pressed my lips against hers. Kaley's eyes slowly closed as she pressed her soft child-lips against mine. Kaley stirred when I unwrapped my hand from hers. I gently hushed her, letting her understand that I wasn't going anywhere. I reached back down to her vagina and placed my hand over hers. Her other hand immediately went to her face and the thumb disappeared into her mouth. There was that slight flicker of confusion in her eyes again, when I slowly began circling her little hand against her vaginal lips. Squish. Gently using her hand to massage her hairless labia, I lean down to her flat chest. I could see how her excitement had hardened her tiny buds and Kaley shuddered when I let my coarse tongue play with her nipples. The small sprouts stood out against her soft skin and my tongue easily found them. I let my tongue circle both of them, one at the time, and I heard Kaley's sporadic breaths wheeze in and out of her nostrils as my tongue glided over her tiny nubs. Squish-Squish. While my tongue continued to play with her chest, I increased the movement of our hands slightly, pressing her palms a little firmer against her immature labia. Our hands caressed her sensitive opening and I pressed a little harder again, heard Kaley whimper as our fingers glided inside her tight little child-vagina. Her vaginal cave squeezed our fingers so lovingly as they slid further up inside of her. Squish-Squish-Squish. The ridged walls of Kaley's vagina almost pulled our fingers toward her under-developed cervix. Although the child's finger couldn't reach that far, my finger felt the narrow entrance to her tiny uterus. I gently caressed the opening in a circular motion, felt Kaley's legs quiver as my finger and tongue sent surges of pleasure through her young body. Squish-Squish-Squish-Squish. The arousal, the excitement, all the wonderful but new sensation the child was feeling, were almost too much for Kaley's young mind. She pulled her hand from her vagina and I felt her fingers grip my free hand and squeeze them tightly. Keeping my middle finger inside of Kaley, I placed my thumb against her clitoral hood and began massaging it. I heard the child breath faster through her nose as my thumb applied more pressure to her little sensitive love bud. I felt her clitoral erection against my finger, felt how the tiny protective flap of skin peeled back and fully exposed her erogenous little nub to my thumb. Squish-Squish-Squish-Squish-Squish. It was barely the size of a pinhead but just as sensitive as a grown woman's - if not more so. I gently circled her petite love bud with my thumb and heard Kaley whimper as she eagerly sucked on her finger. I loved seeing the arousal on Kaley's angelic face, loved how her excitement caused the skin on her neck and cheeks to blush. She tried to stifle one of her sweet moans but it was getting increasingly difficult for her. The way her tiny fingers squeezed my hand, felt so rewarding, it was as if she was holding on for dear life while I took her on a roller coaster ride of pure pleasure. Squish-Squish-Squish-Squish-Squish-Squish. My thumb was slowly caressing her clitoris when I felt her pubic muscles begin to push back on my middle finger. It was as if her little vagina was regurgitating my finger and for a moment, I felt a rush of concern. Squish-Squish-Squ...! Kaley's body suddenly stiffened and I saw her eyes roll back in their sockets while her eye-lids flickered rapidly. The looks on her face was so strained and I was almost afraid that she would bite her own thumb off. And then this gorgeous little child orgasmed. A long, soft whimper escaped her lips and I felt her body relax. My finger popped out of her and her grip on my hand slowly loosened. Then she let her bladder go. I felt her warm, pent-up urine spray against my hand and heard the little girl let out a sigh of relief. It shocked me how aroused the feeling of her pee made me, and I cherished every little drop of Kaley's golden nectar. I didn't care one bit that she was peeing on the couch, I only felt an intense sense of happiness in my heart that the little girl had had her first orgasm, and that she had allowed me to give it to her. Kaley, her mind having returned to planet Earth, looked up at me with confusion painted across her innocent face. She was breathing heavy, trying to calm herself as the residues of her orgasm slowly receded. "What happened?" she asked, swinging her befuddled eyes to meet mine. "You had an orgasm, sweetie," I smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "I did?" I nodded and kissed her soft lips. I recognized the perplexed look on her sweet face, I was certain my own face had had the same expression when I had my first orgasm. I kept her hand in mine, just to make sure that she landed safely on her feet again. "I didn't know..." Kaley started but had to swallow to clear her throat, "...that anything could feel like that." "It's overwhelming," I said, "Trust me, I know." The little girl lifted her head and her face morphed into an expression of shame when she realized that she had accidently peed. "Oh no. I'm so sorry, Elly," she said, forcing back tears of guilt, "I don't understand why I did that." "It's okay, sweetie," I soothed her, caressing her cheek, "The same thing happened to me when I had my first orgasm." I leaned in and kissed her closed eyes, drawing her tears into my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt how her little body still shivered from the aftershocks. "I understand now," she whispered into my ear, "I understand why you and mommy touch yourselves." I kissed her cheek and felt so fortunate that she had allowed me to help her comprehend a tiny fraction of the female sexuality. I sincerely hoped - and believed - that this lovely child would carry this experience in her heart, and never again feel embarrassed or ashamed by how her own body could produce such intense pleasure. "So, when you see your mommy touch herself again, remember how good it makes her feel." Kaley hugged me tight, and the way her slender frame clung against my swollen nipples, made my fingers tremble. I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips. She kissed me back and I felt real passion in her young lips. I couldn't wait any longer; I had to taste her. I gently pried Kaley's hands off my neck, lifted the little girl and put her down on the couch. Her knees were resting against the cushions and her small feet dangled over the edge. Kaley's hands grabbed the backrest and she looked over her shoulder at me with more curiosity than confusion in her eyes. Her gorgeously firm buttocks were pointing straight at my face as I knelt behind her. I reached up, grabbed her little cheeks and gently spread them. I heard the child giggle as I took in the lovely aroma from her little puckered anus. It looked so adorable there between her tender orbs. Kaley let out a surprised little shriek when I leaned in and kissed her anus. I kissed her again, this time gently pressing my tongue against her taut sphincter. Her young anus tasted so magnificent and I cherished her musky flavor as my tongue glided around her minute opening. I made sure to clean her tushy completely, and while her sphincter resisted me at first, I slowly managed to press the tip of my tongue into her anal cavity. The child sucked in a sharp breath and then let out a pleasant sigh as my tongue pressed itself further into her anus. I couldn't see her face, but I'm sure that it displayed the same type of amazement that had been on my face, the first time I had had a tongue in my anus. I pulled my tongue out of her, and I could tell that Kaley was completely relaxed when I kissed her gorgeous little anus again. I reached up for her hands and led them back to her buttocks. I was genuinely surprised when she grabbed her cheeks on her own volition and held them spread for me. Taking in the stunning view of Kaley's developing anus, I licked my finger and slowly let the wet tip circle her anal opening. The child took in deep relaxed breaths as I tenderly massaged her tushy with my finger, and I could tell that she was enjoying it. I desperately wanted to press my finger inside her anus, wanted to feel it slide all the way up her rectum, but I felt that Kaley was still too sensitive for that, still too young. I kissed her tushy a final time before carefully rolling her over again. She sat down and I grabbed her narrow waist and gently pulled her groin closer to my face. Kaley kept her slender thighs spread for me and I was now face to face with her adorable little vagina. The sight of her young genitals sent a delicious surge through my body, and I felt how my own juices were slowly starting to trickle down my thighs. I used my hands to part her puffy labia. They were still wet with lubrication and pee, and a breath got caught in my throat as I laid my eyes upon her perfectly smooth vaginal lips. They were still swollen with excitement and when I leaned in and ran my coarse tongue along the tiny length of them, I felt Kaley's body tremble. The sound of her breathing got more audible, and she didn't try to hold back her moans any longer when I slipped my tongue in between her delicate lips. The child's vaginal juice, her urine, tasted just as exquisite as I had imagined. I pouted my lips and gently sucked her gorgeous juices into my mouth. As I ran my tongue up to her tiny clitoris, I felt Kaley's thighs shiver. She reached down for my hands and squeezed them as hard as her young muscles could, while my tongue circled her gorgeous clitoris. I heard her breathing become more and more irregular as I stimulated her hardening love bud. I increased my tempo, ran my tongue across and around her clitoris with more intensity. Her thighs began to tremble and she was starting to buck. I focused all my attention on her stiff little clitoris, licking it as hard and fast as I could, feeling how the child was losing control. I felt so proud of her, how she managed to keep herself from screaming out in pleasure was beyond me but when the orgasm suddenly detonated in her child loins, Kaley arched her back and I had to hold on to her narrow waist. Her entire body stiffened again and I felt Kaley's thighs spasm uncontrollably. She held her breath, her lungs filled with air. Her tiny fingers shuddered as if she was going through a seizure. Her young rigid body just hung there for what felt like minutes; heels dug into the cushions, back arched in an upside down `U', the top of her head pressing into the backrest. Then she screamed. Her tiny, high-pitch voice reverberated through the room, bouncing off the walls as she rode the orgasm to the finish line. When Kaley's body finally relaxed, she slumped back down on the couch and emptied her lungs so quickly that spittle flew from her lips. She sucked in deep gulps of air, trying to get her trembling body under control. I grabbed the child and pressed her against my bosom. Kaley quickly folded her arms and legs around me, and I could feel her young heart galloping away in her tiny chest as I wrapped a blanket around her. Kaley was still breathing heavy and I gently rocked her back and forth, trying to calm her body down. I kissed her forehead and felt her body slowly relax. Kaley looked up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. I kissed her wet lips and she folded her slender arm around my neck. She didn't have to say it, but I could feel the love she had for me by the way she held onto me. I got to my feet, lifted the little girl and laid down on the couch with her on top of me. I was completely indifferent to the wet urine patches by my feet, I just felt so fortunate at that moment. I draped the blanket over us and we just laid there. We dozed off in each other's embrace but when we suddenly heard the door buzz a half an hour later, we both sprang to our feet and quickly got dressed while Kaley's mother made her way up the stairs. We barely made it but when Michelle stepped into my studio, Kaley and I was sitting by my computer, scrolling through the earlier photos I had taken. Though my mind was still spinning, I manage to look up as nonchalantly as I could. "Hi, Michelle." "Hi," she smiled and quickly walked over to her daughter, "How did it go, sweetie?" I did feel a little tingle of anxiousness, not entirely sure of what the girl would say. She quickly put any fears to rest when she told her mom that it had been the best day ever. "Oh, I'm so happy for you," her mother said and gave her a kiss. She noticed how warm and red her daughter's cheeks were, even spotted the wet patches on the couch. I thought she was about to say something but she decided against it. As Kaley gathered up her stuff, I handed them both my business card and thanked Kaley for a lovely day - and her mother for letting me take care of her. Later that evening, I was in my bed, my computer next to me, scrolling through all the wonderful pictures Kaley and I had taken together. My hand was massaging my swollen labia and it excited me tremendously thinking back on what a glorious day Kaley and I had had. I had only massaged my vagina for a few minutes when my phone chimed. It was a message from Kaley. HAD FUN TODAY 🤗 I couldn't help but smile as I hit the send button, loving this little girl's straightforwardness. ME TOO SWEETIE 😘 Then a picture arrived from Kaley. It was a picture so arousing that it not only sent a loud moan past my lips, it also made me orgasm so delightfully right there and then. Kaley must've propped her phone up and set it on a timer, because the picture was a wide shot of her bed. In the picture, Kaley was smiling at the camera. She was lying next to her little sister, Anna, a cute little curly-haired gem who had a pacifier in her mouth. They were both completely naked - and Kaley had a finger inside her baby sister's vagina. I had to blink several times before I trusted that my eyes weren't playing a trick on me. As wrong as it was, it was the most exciting sight I had ever seen. While I was certainly shocked, I couldn't help but absolutely love Kaley for wanting to introduce her little sister to the pleasures of sex. Below the picture, Kaley had written a short but concise message: MISS YOU' ' ' My heart swelled in my chest. Jesus, this little girl had touched me so much more than I had ever thought possible. I quickly typed in my response, hit send. MISS YOU TOO 😘 WANNA HANG OUT TOMORROW? Kaley's reply came almost instantly. YES❣️❣️❣️ I'LL TALK TO YOUR MOTHER, GET IT SORTED OUT 🤫 CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU `‍❤‍'‍` Kaley's reply nearly took my breath away. I switched to the phone app and dialed up Michelle's number. "Hello." I told Michelle that the fashion house had sent over some new items that they had forgotten to include in the first shipment, and asked if there was any chance Kaley would be free tomorrow for another shoot. "Oh," I heard her hesitate, "I don't know if I can get off work again." "No no, I'll come pick her up," I told her, "You don't have to worry about that. She's such a breeze to work with and the designer is really excited about the shoot we did today." The last point was the truth, they really were very impressed with the pictures I had snapped of the young girl - the ones I had allowed them to see, of course. "That's so wonderful," Michelle said and I heard the happiness in her voice, "Kaley'll be ecstatic." "Deservedly so," I replied, "Okay, I'll pick her up at nine?" "Great, and thank you so much for working with her, she hasn't stopped talking about you all day." "No, thank you," I said and we ended the call. DONE SWEETIE SEE YOU TOMORROW I texted Kaley. Her reply made me smile. MOMMY JUST TOLD ME. CAN'T WAIT GOODNIGHT HONEY. SLEEP TIGHT There was a slight pause before Kaley's reply came through. I HOPE I DREAM OF YOU WILL YOU BE DREAMING OF ME? I smiled at her lovely words. I ALREADY AM