Date: Mon, 01 Feb 2021 15:34:18 +0000 From: Ares Jay Subject: A Daughter's Confession (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@protonmail.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) A DAUGHTER'S CONFESSION By Ares Jay Hannah feels tense and apprehensive. She lights a cigarette, hoping it will settle her frayed nerves. Although she gave up the nasty habit years ago, she always keeps a spare pack in her shoulder bag - for days like this. She stands outside the back entrance to Williamson Elementary School, greedily sucking the nicotine into her lungs. She works as a school nurse and truly loves her job. Her co-workers are always incredibly nice to her and the kids are great. Her work isn't the reason why she feels so anxious right now, neither is it the fact that she's running a bit late. Her breasts are sore, full of milk and uncomfortably firm. Hannah felt them leaking during her drive to work and thanked God that she had had the foresight to stuff her bra with the absorbing pads. The pads aren't great for her nipples though, the way the soft material is caressing her sensitive nubs with each breath she takes, is frustratingly arousing. Hannah know it's her own fault, if they hadn't overslept this morning, she would have had time to breastfeed Erica. Her little daughter, Erica, is the light of her life. For Hannah, the sun rises and sets with her. Their unbreakable bond, the perpetual affection and love, was forged the instant the little girl was conceived. The sheer thought of Erica makes her nipples harden and Hannah curses herself for not getting up when the alarm clock rang. If she had, she and Erica would've had time for their morning ritual and Hannah's breasts wouldn't be leaking right now. Erica has her own room but she always sleeps in her mother's bed. Hannah loves waking up to sight of her gorgeous daughter, loves to study the sleeping child's freckled face, loves taking in Erica's sweet scent. Sometimes it becomes too much for Hannah, sometimes she can't wait for her little daughter to wake up. In those instances, where she feels her heart overflow with love, Hannah lifts up her nighty, gets out a throbbing breast and gently squeezes a few drops of milk onto the child's lips. Her daughter's tongue instinctively licks the warm milk from her lips and it usually doesn't take long for Erica to wake up after that. The way the child's lips and eyes smile up at her mother, always send such a rush of emotions through Hannah. However, it is nothing compared to the sensation Hannah experiences when her child closes her soft lips around her engorged nipple. Hannah always have to close her eyes when Erica is breastfeeding, the feeling is simply too powerful for her frail mind. The way the child's mouth creates a warm vacuum around her sensitive nipple, the way Erica's little tongue plays against the nub and makes the milk spray so generously into her waiting mouth, tickles Hannah so terribly. And it always has. Hannah inhales a deep lungful of smoke and can't help but smile at the thought of her leaking nipples. Although they're sometimes an inconvenience, she feels utterly blessed that she still lactates, that she's still able to provide Erica with her sweet and nourishing milk. Most mothers would have weened their child off the breast long before the child had reached Erica's age, but Hannah has made a promise to herself that she will offer Erica her breast for as long as her daughter wants it. And the child really wants it. The first time Hannah had breastfed Erica, it had surprised the fledgling mother immensely that such an innocent and nurturing act, could stimulate and arouse her as much as it did. Hannah had felt utterly ashamed when she had had her first orgasm while her daughter had been breastfeeding. She told her mother about her little `accident' but her mother had just hugged and kissed her, praising her and telling her how lucky she was. When Erica gave her another orgasm while breastfeeding, Hannah had realized the truth in her mother's words. When Hannah became pregnant with Erica, she had been deeply in love with her then husband and was really looking forward to starting a family with him. But when she had held Erica that first time, when she saw her infant daughter's innocent face, she had immediately realized that she had never really known `true love', until now. Hannah had reluctantly let him hold their daughter that day, but when he had taken Erica in his arms, he had felt like a stranger to Hannah, an outsider, someone encroaching on her love. She had tried to make it work, of course, had tried to feign interest and love for him, but whatever had once connected them, now laid shattered on the floor of that delivery room. Hannah had filed for divorce five months after bringing Erica home from the hospital. Her husband had not taken it well and there had been a lot of shouting, a lot of vile accusation and threats, but with her little daughter at her side, Hannah had withstood it all. She still fondly remembers the first day she and Erica had finally had the house to themselves, how they had played in the backyard with the sun shining brighter than usual and its rays lovely and warm. Hannah had felt emancipated, finally free of those horrible chains that had been tying her down, finally free to truly express the love she felt for her little child. Her husband hadn't understood her feelings and he had actually berated her for the affection she had shown the infant. Hannah's mother had been right all along, a father can never truly understand the precious love a mother feels for her child. It may start as just a spark when that little seed is planted in her womb, but when the child enters the world through the mother's vagina, the love expands exponentially. Forever. And ever. Hannah's husband had been so conservative in his view of what `real' love is supposed to be, so stuck in the old ways, so eager to conform to society's shackles - even if it comes at a detriment to the poor child. But Hannah had been raised right. Her own mother had shown her the kind of love a daughter should always expect from a cherishing mother. It had brought Hannah and her mother together in a way that she would forever treasure. It had also made her a much better person and a far better mother than she had ever hoped to be. The thought of her mother's warm breath, her soft touch and her playful tongue, always brings a smile to Hannah's face. She still remembers the first time her mother had climbed down between Hannah's chubby child-thighs and had pleasured her so sweetly with her tongue. Oh, how she had made Hannah fly so gloriously that day. Hannah knew how society worked, what was expected of her, what she could and could not do, but she would never deny her own child such sweet love. She was her mother after all, she knew what was best for her daughter. She had started gently, just a slow and tender massage of her little soft body, like Hannah's mother had done to her. She would tenderly caress the girl's tiny nipples, her little pink anus and her beautiful puffy vagina. Her little daughter had smiled so sweetly when Hannah had brushed her hands against the child's soft labia, had giggled so lovingly when Hannah had found her little clitoris. It hadn't taken many weeks before she started using her tongue on Erica's private parts. The way she had made the little girl fly had surprised even Hannah. The first time her husband had walked in on Hannah while she was orally stimulating Erica's little vagina, he had screamed at her, yanked her hair, had even struck her. Hannah knew immediately that she had to divorce him, not because he had hit her, but because he just didn't get it. That gorgeous day, sitting there in the grass in the backyard, with her little daughter sleeping in her arms, Hannah had finally understood how powerful real love is and how deep it runs within her. Watching Erica's face, as she slept so peacefully against her bosom, had sent tears of happiness trickling down Hannah's cheeks. Standing here at the Williamson Elementary School, Hannah eagerly inhales the usually so reassuring smoke but detests that it doesn't have the desired effect today. She misses her sweet daughter terribly and she still feels the sexual frustration she felt when she dropped off Erica at her school a half an hour earlier. She lets the cigarette drop to the ground, squashes the butt with her pumps and heads to her office. Luckily, it's a light day today, only a few kids with special needs that require a bit of extra attention from Hannah. During recess, Hannah is on yard duty. Her mood doesn't improve when she observes a snobby little nine-year-old third-grader, Kimberly, teasing some of the kindergarten children in the courtyard. One of the girls she teases, reminds Hannah of Erica. She's much chubbier than her daughter, but she has the same kind of lovely pigtails and she is wearing similar shoes. Hannah almost laughs when the little girl kicks Kimberly's shin in frustration. Kimberly isn't so tough after all and she immediately starts wailing. Although reluctantly, Hannah takes Kimberly to her office, knowing that she has a job to do. She lifts Kimberly onto the examination table and asks the girl to remove her pink leggings. Kimberly does as told, taking off her sandals as well, and Hannah inspects the girl's bruised shin. It is only a superficial scratch and Hannah, in her anxious state, is annoyed that the little bully had made such a big fuss about it. She cleans the scratch and puts a pink band aid across it. "There," Hannah says, "Good as new." When Hannah looks up at the little girl, and sees the appreciation in her big and puffy eyes, she can't help but soften a bit. Kimberly is actually quite cute, Hannah grudgingly admits to herself. She has a sweet smile that produces the loveliest dimples in her cheeks. Her hair is long and blonde and smells wonderfully. Kimberly wears a flowery little top and a cute pair of cotton panties with a Minnie Mouse motif. Kimberly swallows when she realizes that she, against her better judgment, is attracted to the little nine-year-old girl. She is deeply ashamed by her feelings, not because it's wrong for a woman to have those kinds of thoughts about such a little child, but rather because she feels she is betraying her gorgeous daughter. Hannah doesn't try to rationalize her feelings, but she knows that their turbulent start to the day, where she and Erica didn't get to enjoy their morning ritual, is certainly influencing her emotions. She really should hand the sweet girl back her leggings and send her on her way but Hannah hesitates. "While you are here, Kimberly," Hannah says and caresses the girl's thigh, "I might as well give you your annual physical. Would that be okay?" There obviously isn't an annual physical for children that age but the little girl doesn't know that, and Hannah is hoping that this at least means that they can spend a little extra time together. Get to know each other. "Okay, Miss Jennings," Kimberly smiles and nods. Such a sweet voice, Hannah thinks as she reaches over and picks up the little reflex hammer. Kimberly has tried this before because she scoots her little tush forward so that her slim legs hang over the edge of the table. "Ready?" Hannah asks. Kimberly nods. Hannah gently taps the little tendon below the girl's knee and Kimberly giggles as her legs kicks out involuntarily. Hannah repeats the process with the child's other knee and gets the same reaction. "Perfect," Hannah smiles and runs a hand across Kimberly's head, "You're such a good girl, Kimberly." The child blushes at the compliment and looks down at her folded hands while Hannah finds the otoscope. She holds up the instrument, lets Kimberly touch it. "Do you know what that is?" The little girl shakes her head. "It's called an `otoscope' and you use it to see into the ears," Hannah explains, "It has a little light at the end of it." She flicks on the light on the instrument and shows Kimberly how it works. She asks the girl to turn her head and as she does, Hannah gently brushes her long hair behind the child's ear, making sure to caress her earlobe. She gingerly puts the tip of the instrument into Kimberly's ear. "Everything looks good here, sweetie," Hannah smiles and checks the other ear, "And here." She puts away the otoscope and takes out her stethoscope from her pocket. "Can you lift up your top, pumpkin?" Kimberly pulls up her flowery top and exposes her little tummy and her tiny child-nipples. Hannah breaths on the resonator, trying to warm it up. She places it against the girl's back and feels how her warm skin firms up when the cold resonator makes contact. "Deep breath, sweetie." Kimberly takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. "Very good," Hannah says and caresses the girls lower back. She moves around to the front and presses the resonator against Kimberly's flat chest. The girl takes another deep breath and lets it out through puckered lips. "Perfect, sweetie." Hannah slings the stethoscope around her neck and leans in closer to the child's fledgling chest. There is the normal chubbiness around her soft nipples that children that age have, but when she gently runs her thumbs against the child's tiny buds, Hannah immediately feels them react. She looks up at the little girl, sees the slightly confused look on her face. Hannah continues tenderly caressing the small nipples, love how they remind her of Erica's when she plays with them. "How does that feel, sweetheart?" she asks. The perplexed look in Kimberly's eyes makes Hannah's nipples leak. "It tickles, Miss Jennings," the sweet child finally says. "In a good way?" Kimberly hesitates, unable to take her big eye off Hannah's circling thumbs, before eventually nodding. "That's good, sweetie," Hannah smiles and removes her hands, "That's how it's supposed to feel." She leans in and quickly kisses the girl's forehead which causes Kimberly to giggle. "Do you still breastfeed, Kimberly?" "No, Miss Jennings," the girl replies, "Not for a long time." Hannah leans forward, puts her hands innocently on the child's thighs. "Do you miss it?" "Sometimes." "I know how you feel," Hannah nods, "I sometimes miss breastfeeding in my mother's lap." Kimberly giggles, probably picturing a grown Hannah sucking on her mother's old sagging breasts. Hannah gives the girl's thighs a gentle squeeze and lowers her voice. "You know, I still breastfeed my little girl," she whispers, "I have milk in my breasts if you want to try." The girl giggles again but when she sees that Hannah is serious, her sweet little smile fades. She swallows, looks down at Hannah's impressive bosom, then up at her face. "You won't tell my mommy?" "I won't tell a soul," Hannah smiles and crosses her heart. Kimberly checks the door, as if concerned that someone is going to barge in any second. Hannah reaches up and softly caresses the girl's cheek. "Don't worry, sweetheart, it's locked." Kimberly swallows again, builds up the nerve. "Just a little bit?" she asks. "You can have as much as you like, pumpkin," Hannah smiles and slides the girl down into her lap in a straddling position. Being face to face, bosom to bosom with this sweet little innocent girl, has Hannah's heart beating faster and harder. She pulls her coat aside and unbuttons her shirt. Hannah is wearing a nursing bra and she quickly peels open the flap. Kimberly's eyes widen at the sight of the bloated breast with its engorged nipple. A small drop of milk is already on its way out and softly runs down the curvature of Hannah's breast. Hannah catches the drop with her finger, scoops it up and holds up her finger for Kimberly. The little girl stares at the drop on the tip of Hannah's finger before she leans in and licks it off. "Is it nice and sweet?" Kimberly nods. Her eyes travel back down to Hannah's swollen breast. The veins are blue and stand out in stark contrast to the pale breast. Hannah sees how her areola contracts, how the skin wrinkles like an oversized raisin. Another drop of milk forms at the tip of the nipple. Kimberly looks up at Hannah, as if asking for permission. Hannah nods and gently leads the child's mouth toward her nipple. She shutters slightly as Kimberly folds her small hands around the breast and takes the leaking nub into her mouth. It requires all of Hannah's strength not to scream out in pleasure as the child's warm mouth locks around her nipple. She has to stifle a tremble when she feels how the milk sprays uncontrollably into Kimberly's mouth, how the little girl slurps and loudly swallows one mouthful after the other. Hannah takes a deep reassuring breath, folds her arms around the child and savors the touch of her eager mouth. Why doesn't this child's mother still breastfeed her when it's so obvious that she needs it so much? She can't help but feel sorry for Kimberly. She really is a sweet little girl, just like Erica. Yes, her parents may be rich, and, yes, they may be able to provide her with all the things that she wants, but why aren't they providing her with the things that she so desperately needs: a breast full of milk and a loving embrace? God, she's starving, Hannah realizes as the girl's little mouth greedily empties her breast, not just for the nutritious milk but for the nourishing love that every child rightfully deserves. Hannah feels how her left breast gradually empties with each gulp Kimberly takes. Her nipple is sore from the girl's ferocious vacuum but with her breast no longer overflowing with milk, she feels how the skin relaxes and the tenderness subside. Hannah opens the flap to the other cup and brings out her heavy breast. Kimberly sees it and immediately latches on to it with her lips. A soft little yelp slips out between Hannah's lips and she feels her body tremble again. The way Kimberly soft tongue tickles her sensitive nipple, the way the child fervently gulps down another mouthful of her warm milk, sends waves of pleasure through Hannah's body. Her hands glide up and down the little girl's back, brushing against the waistband of her adorable panties. Hannah senses the familiar but agonizing tickle in her groin. Her labia are already swollen and she knows that her juices are seeping into the miniscule fabric of her thong. It won't be long before her clitoris swells up as well. Hannah tries to push the pleasure and excitement from her mind but it's too late. She almost doesn't realize it when the tip of her finger inches itself past Kimberly's waistband. The child's skin is so soft and her finger finds the lovely cleavage between the girl's fleshy buttocks. Kimberly's mouth pauses at her breast - but only for a second. Hannah hears the little girl gulp down more milk, feels the child's soft breathing against her skin. She wants to slip both of her hands into Kimberly's panties, grab her soft bottom and tell her how beautiful she is. Oh, God, her mouth tickles so much. Hannah feels her climax approaching, feels her slender calves stiffen. Her toes are so curled that they nearly cramp but the girl's mouth just feels so good. Just a few more seconds of her soft tongue. Just a little bit more. Here it comes. No. Hannah's eyes snap open. What am I doing? What will Erica think of me? Hannah pulls her breast from Kimberly's mouth, covers her exposed nipples with her hands and stops the orgasm just in the nick of time. Kimberly, somewhat startled by her reaction, looks up at her with big her wet eyes. "Did I do something wrong, Miss Jennings?" Hannah's breath wheezes in and out of her mouth as the agonizing tingle of her curtailed orgasm bitterly recedes. She looks down at the sweet child, sees the drops of milk on her lips. "No, sweetie," Hannah tells her reassuringly, "You did absolutely nothing wrong." She takes Kimberly's face in her hands, bends down and gently kisses the drops of milk away from her soft lips. "My nipples just get so sensitive sometimes." "Do they tickle like mine did?" Kimberly asks, genuinely curious. "Yes, honey, exactly like yours did." Hannah folds her arms around the girl and embraces her against her exposed bosom, one hand on Kimberly's back, another on her soft buttocks. Hannah let's out a shuttering sigh when she feels Kimberly's arms wrap themselves around her as well. They sit in each other's embrace for a while, Hannah rocking the little girl gently from side to side. She kisses the top of her head and savors her youthful smell. "Thank you, Miss Jennings." "You're welcome, sweetie," Hannah says, holding back her tears. Kimberly lifts her head and, without any warning, quickly kisses Hannah's trembling lips. After her initial shock at the child's lovely gesture, Hannah realizes that her breasts are still exposed. She looks down at them, as does Kimberly, and then they both giggle. The little girl climbs down from her lap and Hannah fixes her bra and buttons her shirt. "Is the examination done, Miss Jennings?" Hannah is about to tell her that it is when she looks up at the sweet girl. Oh, God. Hannah's heart swell is she takes in Kimberly's innocent beauty. She looks so gorgeous standing there in her little top, her cute panties and lovely ankle socks. Her cheeks are slightly red but it's not because she is embarrassed or anything like that. "Well," Hannah starts, "There are a few more checks I'd like to do, if that's okay, sweetie?" Kimberly smiles and nods. Hannah taps the examination table and Kimberly scampers back onto it. Hannah slides her chair close to the table and takes the girl's hands in hers. "I need to take your temperature, pumpkin," she tells Kimberly as gently as possible, "And I need to take it in your tushy. Okay?" Kimberly's eyes send her a questioning look. "In my tushy?" Hannah nods and gently caresses the girl's hands. "Have you ever tried that?" "No, my mommy usually takes it in my ear, Miss Jennings." "Well, the ear is not as accurate as the tushy is, pumpkin." Kimberly swallows and Hannah sees a brief flicker of uncertainty in her tender eyes. "We don't have to do it if you don't want to, Kimberly." "No, it's okay, Miss Jennings," the girl replies. "Okay," Hannah smiles, "I need you to take off your panties, sweetheart, can you do that for me?" Kimberly hesitates for a moment but finally reaches down and slides her tiny briefs off. She hands them to Hannah who smiles at the cotton panties with the Minnie Mouse motif. "I had a pair just like these when I was a little girl," Hannah smiles. Kimberly smiles weakly and lies down on the table, her hands folded in front of her private parts. "Honey, it's easier if you get on all fours," Hannah tells her. The girl rolls onto her stomach and pushes herself up on her knees and hands. Hannah slides her chair to the end of the table and has to take a deep breath at the sight of the child's naked vagina. Just like Erica, her outer labia are big and puffy and beautifully flank her gorgeous pudendal cleft. "You're doing great, sweetie," Hannah praises her, "I'll talk you through each step, okay? It won't take long." "Okay, Miss Jennings." Hannah retrieves the rectal thermometer from her drawer and is about to apply a bit of Vaseline to it but changes her mind. Instead, she slides the thermometer into the corner of her mouth and leans in over the little girl's bottom. "This may feel a little uncomfortable, pumpkin, but I'll try to relax your tushy for you, okay?" "Okay." Kimberly's voice sounds weak and Hannah hates that she has made the little girl anxious. She places her hands on the child's buttocks and gently spreads them. Hannah's knees almost buckle at the gorgeous sight of the girl's little pink anus. Not taking the thermometer from her mouth, she keeps the soft buttocks spread with one hand and gingerly runs a finger across the child's taut anal opening. Kimberly's thighs shudder at the touch but Hannah gently soothes her. "It's okay, sweetheart." Hannah places a finger against Kimberly's anus and softly starts to circle the opening. She hears the child's breathing shift in tempo as her finger massages her anus. The girl's opening feels so warm against her finger and Hannah absolutely loves the musky aroma that drifts into her nostrils from Kimberly's child-anus. "You're doing really well, pumpkin," Hannah says and gives Kimberly's soft and fleshy buttock as squeeze. This produces a slight giggle from the child and Hannah can feel how her tender body is starting to relax. She continues circling the girl's anus with her finger, occasionally brushing her thumb against her soft perineum. "Okay, sweetheart, are you ready?" "Uh-huh." Hannah takes the thermometer from her mouth, sees how its transparent casing glistens with her saliva. She gently presses the tip of thermometer against Kimberly's opening and notices how the child's sphincter tries to resist. "Just relax, Kimberly." Hannah caresses the girl's buttocks and feels the girl's thighs stiffen as the slippery thermometer glides past Kimberly's sphincter and into her narrow anal canal. "You' okay, sweetie?" Hannah asks, pausing to let the little girl's anus relax around the thermometer's tip. "Yes, Miss Jennings," Kimberly stutters. "You're doing great." Hannah looks down at the thermometer sticking out of the child's anus. It's only a couple of millimeters inside of her and it needs to go in further to be effective. As if drawn in by the gorgeous little hole, Hannah leans down, places the tip of her tongue against the end of the thermometer and slowly presses the instrument further inside Kimberly's anus. There is no real resistance this time but Hannah can still see how the girl's puckered sphincter holds the thermometer in a tight grip. Hannah closes her lips around the instrument and lets it glide into her mouth until her soft lips press against the child's warm anus. Kimberly lets out a sweet little yelp at the touch. She looks back over her shoulder but Hannah has already pulled her head back. "There," she smiles at Kimberly, "It'll take a few seconds to register your temperature." "Okay, Miss Jennings." With the thermometer firmly secured inside the child's anus, Hannah sits down, pushes her chair to the opposite end of the table and brings herself face to face with the little girl. She can see the slight embarrassment on Kimberly's face as she rests there on all fours, her tushy in the air with a thermometer sticking out of it. "You're such a brave little girl," Hannah compliments her and caresses her warm cheeks, "Much braver than I was at your age." Kimberly smiles and blushes slightly. "There's only one more thing I need to check, sweetie, then we're done." "Okay, Miss Jennings." Hannah runs her hand through the girl's hair, folds her gorgeous locks behind her ears. She has such pretty ears, Hannah thinks, feeling how warm they are against her fingers. "Have you had your vagina checked before, Kimberly?" Hannah asks, though knowing full well that the girl of course hasn't. "My-my vagina?" Kimberly stutters, "No, Miss Jennings." "Okay, honey, but it's important to have it checked regularly, especially at your age," Hannah says. Kimberly swallows and her cheeks turn crimson. Hannah feels a sting in her heart at the sight of the anxiety in the girl's eyes. She quickly leans in and kisses her forehead. "Oh, don't feel embarrassed, sweetheart," she whispers soothingly into the child's ear, "It's just to make sure that everything is developing as it should, okay?" She kisses Kimberly's cheek, holds her head against hers and waits until she feels the girl calm down. When Kimberly looks up at her, Hannah can see the gratitude in her young eyes. She kisses Kimberly's lips gently and isn't surprised when she feels the girl press her lips against hers. Poor little child, Hannah thinks, why don't your parents love you like I would? "Now," Hannah smiles and slides her chair to the other end of the table, "Let's see what your temperature is, honey." She gets to her feet and leans in over the exposed little tushy. Brushing a thumb against Kimberly's soft buttocks, Hannah gently and slowly retracts the thermometer from the child's anus. She smiles when she sees Kimberly's sphincter immediately contract and close her little hole. "Ninety-nine point two," Hannah smiles, "Completely normal, sweetheart." It's actually slightly higher than normal, but Hannah attributes the elevated body temperature to the child's somewhat anxious state. "You can lie down on your back again." Kimberly turns over on her back and lies down. She keeps her tiny hands folded in front of her private parts as Hannah finds a pillow for her head to rest on. Sitting back down, Hannah reaches up, wraps her hands around Kimberly's small waist and gently slides her little body closer to her face. The girl's legs dangle over the edge but Hannah carefully lifts them and folds them back toward Kimberly's chest. "Can you hold your legs like this, sweetie?" Hannah asks while taking the girl's hands in hers, wrapping the small hands around the tender thighs. Again, Hannah struggles to maintain a professional composure. Looking down at the little girl lying there, holding her legs spread for Hannah, exposing her bulbous vulva, is one of the most gorgeous sights Hannah has ever seen. "Okay," Hannah smiles, "Let's have a look at you, honey." For a brief moment, Hannah contemplate applying some Vaseline to her fingers but quickly decides against it. No, Kimberly's innocent skin shouldn't be smudged with such an irrelevant product. Hannah hears the child's breathing become more strained as she leans in closer to her soft private parts. The sweet aroma that greets her nostrils makes Hannah's knees tremble and the faint, but intensely arousing, scent of the girl's urine is almost too much for Hannah. She has to take a deep, calming breath before she continues. "Do you remember to clean your vagina when you bathe, Kimberly?" "Yes, Miss Jennings." "With your hand...?" "No, I use a sponge." "That's good sweetie but your hand is actually better," Hannah smiles and caresses the back of the girl's thighs, "Remember to take your time and get it perfectly clean." "Okay," Kimberly nods. Reaching up, Hannah runs a finger along the child's soft labia major. The child sucks in a sharp breath at the touch and her feet twitch. "It's okay, sweetie," Hannah reassures her, "The first thing I need to check is how much your labia major have developed, okay?" Hannah uses the more technically-sounding term on purpose, just to assure the little girl that this is a perfectly normal examination. "Okay, Miss Jennings." Hannah gently squeezes the fatty folds that protect the girl's vaginal opening. They're so soft and warm, completely hairless and utterly gorgeous. She runs her thumbs along them, sees how the skin firms up and tiny goosebumps protrude. "Perfectly developed," Hannah smiles and looks up at the girl who smiles back at her, "Now for your labia minor. They're also called vaginal lips, sweetie." Hannah gently parts the child's labia major and exposes Kimberly's tiny vaginal lips. A breath stutters in her throat at the sight of the gorgeous lips. They're so small, not much bigger than Erica's, and just as pink. Hannah leans in closer and again savors the sweet aroma from the child's vagina. "Everything looks perfectly developed," Hannah explains, "The next thing I have to check, sweetie, is the sensitivity and your moisture level, okay?" "Okay, Miss Jennings." Not caring if Kimberly sees it, Hannah licks her index-finger and gently runs it against the child's tender vaginal lips. The touch startles the little girl but Hannah keeps circling her finger slowly against the labia until she feels the child's vagina start to produce lubrication. Hannah dabs the tip of her finger at the moisture that forms on child's vaginal lips. Again, ambivalent to whether Kimberly sees it, she licks the moisture off her finger. It tastes so nice and so sweet, just like Erica's lovely juices. "Your moisture levels are right where they're supposed to be, honey," Hannah says and continues, "The next bit may tickle a little but that's perfectly normal, okay?" "Okay, Miss Jennings." Hannah again places her finger against the little girl's vaginal lips. This time, however, she slides it upwards and carefully peels back the child's tiny clitoral hood, exposing Kimberly's petite clitoris. While holding the clitoris exposed with one hand, Hannah licks her index-finger on her other and tenderly places the tip of the finger against the little clitoris. Kimberly lets out a surprised little squeal and Hannah can't help but smile at her reaction. "Does it tickle, sweetie?" "Uh-huh," Kimberly utters. "Like your nipples tickle?" "More," the child says and giggles. "That's perfect, honey," Hannah smiles, "That's exactly how it's supposed to feel." She circles the tiny clitoris with her finger and sees the girl's legs shiver in the process. She continues caressing Kimberly's little erogenous zone and soon notices how the child's vaginal lips slowly swell. "Do you ever touch yourself down here, honey?" Hannah asks innocently while continuing to massage the child's little but hard clitoris. "No, Miss Jennings," Kimberly blurts out way too quickly. "Are you sure, Kimberly?" Hannah asks again, not taking her finger off the girl's little clitoris, "I did it all the time when I was a little girl. It's completely normal." She applies a bit more pressure to the clitoris while she waits for an answer. "It really...it really tickles, Miss Jennings," Kimberly says in a strained voice. "Sweetie, I asked you a question." Hannah moves her finger faster against Kimberly's little tender clitoris, feeling how the touch makes the child's body tremble, seeing how the girl's anal muscles tighten as well. "Yes," Kimberly finally exhales, "Sometimes I do." Hannah eases off some of the pressure but still keeps massaging the clitoris gently. She senses the child's body calm down and sees her sphincter relax. "Do you like touching your private part?" Kimberly hesitates for a moment but eventually nods. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, honey" Hannah tells her reassuringly, "It's important to get to know your body and what makes it feel good, don't you think?" "Uh-huh." "Does your mommy know you touch yourself?" There is a slight pause before the little girl answers. "No, Miss Jennings." Hannah noticed the girl's hesitation and looks up at the girl. "Kimberly, does your mommy ever touch you down there?" "No, Miss Jennings, never," Kimberly blurts out. "Are you sure? You can tell me if she does, sweetheart." "No, she doesn't, Miss Jennings, I swear." "Okay, honey," Hannah says, "I only have one more question - and I want you to tell me the truth now, Kimberly, understand? The girl nods. "Have you ever wanted your mommy to touch your private parts?" The silence that ensues tells Hannah everything she needs to know, and she lets her finger slowly circle down from the girl's swollen clitoris to her moist vaginal opening. "Do you fantasize about mommy putting her hand on your private parts, Kimberly?" Hannah whispers while slowly pressing her finger into the little girl's vagina, "Do you think of mommy when you touch yourself down here?" Hannah hears the girl's breath stutter in her throat as she presses her finger further into her narrow vagina. Kimberly feels warm and moist, and her vaginal canal is incredibly tight around Hannah's finger. "Do you sometimes lie awake at night, Kimberly, touching yourself, hoping and praying that your mother will crawl into bed with you?" Hannah continues in a low, passionate voice, "Is that what you're hoping for, sweetheart, that mommy puts her warm, protective hand on your private parts?" Hannah slides the finger as far up inside Kimberly's vagina as it will go, leans in and gives the child's swollen clitoris a gentle kiss. Kimberly starts to whimper and moan as Hannah's soft lips again finds her tiny clitoris. "Mommy's hands feel so wonderful, don't they?" Kimberly's chest starts trembling as her breathing becomes erratic. "You love your mommy a lot, don't you, sweetie?" "Yes, very much," Kimberly whimpers. Hannah sees how her tiny hands clutches her thighs so tightly that her knuckles turn white. "And you don't want her to get into trouble, do you?" "Never." "But sometimes, when you crawl into mommy and daddy's bed, when you lie there between them in your pajamas, hugging your little teddy bear, mommy puts her arm around you, doesn't she?" "Yes, Miss Jennings." "It feels so lovely, doesn't it? So right?" "Yes." "And sometimes mommy's hand goes into your pajama bottoms, doesn't it, sweetheart?" Kimberly is breathing heavy by now and her thighs are trembling as Hannah massages her little clitoris harder and faster. "Yes," the child whimpers. "Sometimes, when the three of you lie there in bed, and daddy is asleep, mommy's hand slips into your panties, doesn't it, Kimberly?" Hannah says and kisses the girl's clitoris softly while slowly moving her finger in and out of the child's narrow vagina. "Yes." "Sometimes mommy's hand finds itself between your legs, doesn't it?" "Yes." "And you spread them because you love mommy so much." "Yes." "Because it feels so wonderful in your private parts when mommy shows you how much she loves you, doesn't it, honey?" Hannah holds her breath and isn't surprised when the little girl cries out: "Yes!" Kimberly's body convulses on the table and Hannah feels the child's vaginal muscles tighten tremendously around her finger. The little girl sends out a long whimper and Hannah is certain that the child just had an orgasm. After Kimberly calms down, Hannah pulls her finger out of the girl's vagina and gently gives it a soft kiss. She grabs a paper tissue and wipes the girl's vagina dry. Kimberly doesn't say anything, she just lies there trying to catch her breath. "Does your mommy use her mouth down here, sweetie?" "Yes, sometimes she does," Kimberly whispers. "Is she gentle with you?" Kimberly shrugs. "Do you sometimes touch her vagina?" Kimberly nods. "Does mommy like it when you touch her?" "Yes, Miss Jennings." Hannah notices the tears that slowly run down the child's crimson cheeks. She caresses Kimberly's thighs, trying to sooth the sweet girl. "Does mommy sometimes put things into your vagina?" Kimberly swallows, then nods. "In your tushy?" "Sometimes." "Do you like it when mommy puts things inside of you, Kimberly?" "Sometimes it tickles..." The girl's soft voice trails off and Hannah can't help but wonder what this child's mother puts inside her lovely daughter. "Sometimes it doesn't?" Hannah asks and gently caresses the child's soft vagina. Kimberly nods. Oh, the poor little child, Hannah thinks when she realizes that the child's mother isn't touching her sweet little girl out of love but out of lust. That's not how it's supposed to be. She bends in over Kimberly and gently picks her up. Hannah holds the girl against her bosom and can't help but tear up when the child wraps her arms and legs around her. She sits back down, clutching the child tightly, kissing her, rocking her back and forth. When she lifts Kimberly's head, she sees streaks of tears on her cheeks. Hannah leans down and kisses the tears away and the child giggles. "Do you want mommy to stop putting things into you, Kimberly?" The girl looks down but eventually nods. "You won't tell her that I told you, will you?" Kimberly asks, "I don't want mommy to be mad at me." "Of course not, sweetheart," Hannah says and runs a hand through the girl's hair, "But if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm right here, okay?" "Okay, Miss Jennings," Kimberly smiles. Hannah hands the child back her underwear, watches as she slips her lovely panties back on. Hannah helps Kimberly with her leggings and buckles her sandals for her. "Give me a hug, sweetie," Hannah says and holds out her arms. The girl fling herself at Hannah's bosom and holds on tightly. "I wish you were my mother, Miss Jennings."