This story deals with adult themes including consensual sex between adults and a preteen.
If this type of story disturbs you then do not read it. (MFf, cons, inc, pedo)
When you're a child, decisions that affect your entire life can often be made casually, by adults, with no thought to the devastation they can cause.
Take me, at ten. I had everything I wanted. Two years ago, I'd discovered just how much I loved to be fucked: not just now and again, but constantly, often half a dozen times a day, by boys older than me. And I'd got myself to the position where I could have that as much as I liked. I was the district's playground slut, the child who would take on any boy who asked. And they all knew where to find me. All I had to do was hold court, and my worshippers came.
I was the slut-queen: I had power. Recently, a friend I told all this to asked how much I made during that time. It honestly never occurred to me to make the boys pay for my favours. I was enjoying myself too much: why would I want to risk putting them off. On the other hand, I could (and sometimes did) refuse boys I felt didn't deserve it, usually because they'd been bullying. I suppose, in theory, any of them could have just gone ahead and raped me; but that never happened. For one thing, there were always enough boys around, loyal to me and terrified of being excluded too, who would back me up in my rulings. I saw tough boys, into their teens, begging me to change my mind, even crying.
And then, at ten, I was informed that we were moving to another town, fifty miles away. And that was that: my reign was over.
I cried for days. Where would I find the boys to fuck me, in our new home? They wouldn't know about me, about how to find me; and how do you remake a reputation like that? Especially when you're ten? I seriously believed I would never fuck again.
As I tended to, in times of trouble, I phoned Andrea. My cousin was far away, at university, and the most I hoped for was a sympathetic ear on the phone. I got that; and, next thing I knew, she'd turned up to spend the weekend with us. We spent as much time as we could manage in bed together, and she ate my pussy out so wonderfully that I almost forgot my problems. That was becoming more of a rarity by now: Andrea had already fallen for Chrissy, an older woman in her late twenties. Chrissy was a lecturer, who'd taken Andrea under her wing when she'd discovered that my cousin was a lesbian like her, and they'd quickly become a couple. They were still having to keep it a secret (Chrissy would probably lose her job, if it came out she was fucking one of her students) but later Andrea moved in with her, and they're still together.
I don't think Andrea ever exactly told Chrissy about our relationship, and certainly not that we continued to fuck. But it was, even then, becoming a rarer event, which made this weekend even more special. But Andrea didn't just comfort my pussy. She talked a lot about accepting the challenges of change (which, needless to say, went rather over my ten-year-old head) and suggested that maybe it was time to look for something different anyway. That probably wasn't entirely impartial advice: Andrea had always been disappointed that I liked boys so much, feeling I'd betrayed the cause. Nevertheless, she always has genuinely loved me, and done her best to look at what actually makes me happy. She's a wonderful person, and I love her to bits.
The upshot was that, by the time I kissed Andrea goodbye at the station, I was willing, though certainly not eager, to give a fair chance to my new life in my new home.
*****
It was incredibly frustrating, at first. I had all the usual heartaches of leaving friends and familiar places behind; and, in addition, I was nearly going mad from sexual frustration. I spent half my time shut away in my new bedroom. My parents thought I was dividing my time between sorting the room out to my liking and sulking. Actually, I was dividing my time between sorting the room out to my liking and wanking. I almost wore my fingers and my vibrator (a present from Andrea) down to nothing, making myself come over and over and over again. It was comforting, certainly, but a poor substitute for the real thing. I was feeling very sorry for myself (Andrea's philosophy seemed less persuasive when she wasn't there) and was wondering whether my sex-life was over at ten.
We moved at the weekend, and I started my new school on Monday. Looking back, I don't think my settling-in period to the school was abnormally difficult or abnormally easy; but, at the time, it seemed as though I'd never make friends. The girls in my class all seemed boring. Although I'd been too young to know what I was seeing, I'd fallen for Tabitha in pre-school precisely because she'd had that bright-eyed, inquisitive curiosity, that sometimes makes children seem that they're about to explode. All of the girls here seemed dull-eyed and small-minded, and I thought I was going to go mad with loneliness. The boys were even worse: grunting babies, who probably wouldn't have the imagination to fuck me.
Then I met Natalie; and the whole course of my life changed again. For the first time, I genuinely fell in love.
Natalie was a year below me, which was why it took me a few days to notice her. She was black: and I mean black, not dark brown. Her skin had a glorious soft sheen, like black velvet, and her hair, plaited with bright beads and ribbons, came halfway down her back. She was slim and athletic, with none of the puppy-fat the rest of us had; but her arse stuck out, firm and inviting. That was the first thing I noticed, seeing her through the classroom window running around in those cute little games knickers that flatter a nice bum so well.
And her face: big, deep eyes, so dark brown they were nearly black, that melted or flashed according to her mood; soft, dimpled cheeks, and a fascinatingly quirky mouth, with luscious lips that always seemed about to kiss.
But, of course, like all real beauty, it wasn't just a question of the shape or colour of certain body-parts. Natalie's true beauty was the way she seemed lit up from within; the way everything seemed to sparkle when she was around. For the first time in my life (and the only time, so far) I fell in love at first sight.
I spent the next half hour gazing out of the window, as my dream-come-true ran around playing, fantasising about kissing those gorgeous lips and playing with that delicious bum. I got into trouble several times for not paying attention; and, when I couldn't stand it any longer, I managed to get away to the toilet to have a wank. Sitting there, one hand rubbing furiously at my clitty, the other finger-fucking my soaking pussy, I imagined she was here, and we were wanking each other as we kissed passionately. I came so hard I nearly passed out; and, by the time I'd calmed down, I'd decided I had to have this angel as my girlfriend, or I'd die.
This raised the problem of how I was going to achieve this:seducing a lover had never been an issue before. I thought back over them. Miss Lancaster, of course, had made all the moves; but then I had only been four then. Tabitha and I had been equal, two curious little children experimenting together. Andrea had largely seduced me, although with my full cooperation. With Paul, the first of my playground conquests, our mutual flirtation had led to sex. And since then, all I'd had to do was spread my legs and wait for them to come to me. They knew where to find me.
Only once had I had to do anything remotely like seduction: when we'd persuaded Shane to fuck us. Thinking back over that incident, it didn't really seem as if it would help me much. Not only had Tabitha and I been working together on that occasion, but it must have taken Shane all of thirty seconds to agree to our proposition. I didn't think, somehow, that Natalie would be quite such an easy conquest.
So, that evening, after making myself come again fantasising about Natalie, I did the only thing I could think of. Once again, I phoned Andrea for advice.
Andrea has never shown the remotest tendency to be jealous of any of my relationships. There's no reason why she should: we never made each other any promises, and she's fucked plenty of other girls. The only slight reluctance she's ever shown is when I've asked help about relationships with boys; but she's pretty cool about that, and always delighted to help me into any girl's knickers.
Andrea listened patiently, making only the occasional comment to show that she was listening, as I poured out to her my desire, my confusion, my ecstacy and misery, telling her that I must have Natalie, that I didn't know what I'd do if I couldn't have her. Looking back at it now, I realise that there must have been a distinctly comical side to it; but, as she had since I was five, she treated me quite seriously, as a person with feelings as genuine as any adult. It's one of the sweetest things about her.
When I'd finally run out of steam, she asked, "So, Alice, have you actually spoken to her yet? Any idea if she's likely to want you?"
"Um... well, no. I, sort of, saw her out of the window. She looked so cute, though, you'd have got horny too, if you'd seen her."
She gave her low, dirty giggle. "Oh, I'm sure I would, sweetheart. I'm getting wet now, the way you're talking about her. You'd better not introduce me to her."
"Oh..." I was devastated for a few seconds; but she burst out laughing. "I'm kidding you, sweet-bum. Wow, you have go it bad, haven't you?" She thought for a moment. "So, how do you know her name?"
"Oh, I... sort of, asked people about her. Very casually, I don't think anyone suspects."
"I'm glad to hear it," she said gravely. "Well, the first thing to do is, get to know her. Make friends with her. It's not like she was a boy, and you could expect him to be horny for girls. She might not even have thought of girls as sexy. You've got to take it slowly."
"But..." I was horrified. "But, Andrea, I don't think I'll even manage to speak to her, I'll go all... you know..."
"You mean," she giggled, "you'll come as soon as she speaks to you?"
"Andrea," I said, not sure whether to be furious or devastated, "you're laughing at me."
"I'm laughing at all of us, darling," she said softly, the laughter suddenly gone. "Why do you think I know exactly how you feel? Do you know, that first time we got together, it took me ages to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And yes, I was afraid I was going to come as soon as I went anywhere near you. You were just so, so cute and sexy, honey."
"Oh," I said. There wasn't really much else I could say. I knew Andrea had fancied me from that day, of course; but I hadn't realised it had been quite such a devastating experience. "Well... it's not exactly that, but... Oh, Andrea," I suddenly wailed, unable to take it any longer, "what am I going to say to her?"
"Well," she said slowly, "you've got one advantage, you know. If she's in the year below you, chances are she'll be really pleased and flattered at one of the big girls talking to her. Just flatter her, and tell her you'd like to hang out with her, because she seems so cool. And... just talk. Tell you what. You're new in the school, aren't you? There must be things you want to know about the place? Ask Natalie all your questions. Tell her, she seems so cool, you think you'd get the best answers from her. By the time you've finished asking questions, you'l know quite a lot about her, and you'll be used to talking to her. But remember one thing, sweetheart."
"Yes," I said gravely. I'd have done anything for Andrea, at that moment.
"Don't try to stick your hand in her panties on your first date," she said. "Unless, of course, she sticks her hand in yours first."
"Me?" I queried innocently.
"Yes, you: you horny little sex-maniac." And most of the rest of our conversation was just incoherent giggling.
It all seemed easy and straightforward, the way Andrea explained it; but that didn't stop an entire swarm of butterflies from taking over my stomach next day, from the moment I woke up and remembered what I was going to do today. I hardly ate a thing for breakfast, and my mum asked if I was ill (I've always had a big, healthy appetite). She was ready for me to say I was too sick to go; but that was the last thing I wanted. I'd wound myself up to speak to Natalie today, and I wasn't going to let all these nerves go to waste.
I saw her at the mid-morning break, but she had friends all around her. Somehow, that possibility hadn't occurred to me: in my fantasy, I'd walked straight up to her, where she stood on her own, and the rest of the school didn't exist.
It wasn't until I was going outside for the lunch-break that I found myself walking straight behind the object of my lust. I was so enchanted watching her gorgeous bum clench and relax as she walked, that I almost missed my chance. But, forcing myself to take my eyes off the heavenly sight, I increased my speed and overtook her.
"Hi," I said. It wasn't the most inspired first word to speak to the love of my life; but it served its purpose. Natalie turned to me, a mixture of wariness and curiosity on her face; and I was pleased to see the expression change to one of interest, even pleasure, when she saw me. This was definitely encouraging. "I just started this week," I said. "There's a lot of real boring babies around here, but I thought you looked cool, and I wondered if you'd show me around a bit. If you're not too busy," I added a little lamely, realising as I said it that it spoilt the effect a little.
I needn't have worried. Natalie flashed me a brilliant smile, that turned my legs to jelly, and nodded. "Course," she said. Her voice was lovely, a bit throaty and breathless, and I thought it sounded incredibly sexy. "I'm Natalie."
I just stopped myself in time from saying that I knew: that would have sounded so uncool, if she realised I'd found out about her. "I'm Alice," I said, holding out my hand. She took it in hers, and I held on for as long as I dared, without making her think I was weird. Her hand was warm and silky, and felt wonderful. I just hoped that mine wasn't too sweaty.
We stood for a few moments in silence, both looking at each other. I was drinking in her beauty close to, and wondering what to say next; so it didn't occur to me to wonder what she was looking at. After what seemed hours, but was probably only seconds, I managed to say, "So, what's the low-down on the teachers? What should I know?"
That was enough to open the floodgates. Natalie started talking, and barely stopped till lunchtime was over. With almost anyone else, I might have found this irritating; but I found I could listen to Natalie, and want nothing else. Andrea was right: she was clearly flattered to have one of the bigger girls hanging on her every word. Whether there was more to it, I couldn't quite be sure. While we sat together, eating our packed lunches, two girls from Natalie's class approached her, obviously intending to sit with us. I just caught, out of the corner of my eye, my new friend give them a slight, awkward shake of the head, and they went to sit elsewhere. There was no doubt that Natalie had redirected them; but with what precise motive?
When the bell rang, Natalie gasped and gave a squeal. "Oh, I've got to go," she said breathlessly. "It's been wonderful, Alice, when shall I see you again?"
"Are you free after school?" I asked, thinking quickly.
"A little while," she said. "I'll meet you at the gate. Bye." Before I knew quite what was happening, she'd given me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, and was gone.
I was late for class, because I absolutely had to rush into the toilet for a wank. It didn't take long, because I was nearly coming already; I just fantasised that Natalie was kneeling there naked, eating me out. I came so hard, I had to sit there about five minutes before I could pull up my panties and walk out.
Natalie was waiting for me at the gate, when I came out, and gave a huge smile when she saw me. "What do want to do?" she asked.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do with her, but I could hardly say that. "Want to come over and hang out at my place?" I asked.
Nothing really happened, that first time. We just lay around in my room, talking and listening to CDs (and no, I've no intention of telling you what music I listened to at ten: I have got some pride). Natalie lay on her back on the bed, with her knees up and apart, in a totally unconsciously sexy pose. Our school dresses only came about halfway down our thighs, and I got an excellent view of her knickers. I did my best not to seem to be staring, but still not to miss the sight for an instant. My pussy was wet the whole time, and it took a supreme effort not to tear her panties off and jump on top of her.
When it was time for her to go home, Natalie gave me a kiss on the cheek. "It's been wonderful, Alice," she said. "I think I'd like it if you were my best friend."
As soon as she'd gone, I rushed back up to my room and rubbed my clit fast and furiously till I'd come at least three time. She wanted to be my best friend. That was almost as good as being in love.
*****
I spent the next week cultivating my new best friend. I spent every moment I could with Natalie, during breaks at school, after school, at the weekend. It upset me that we couldn't be together during lessons: if we'd been in the same class, I'd have made sure we sat together. Natalie came to my house every afternoon, except one, when I went to her house. I was amazed how beautifully tidy the place was, even Natalie's room (no-one has ever accused our house of being exceptionally tidy) and how lovely and sweet her mum was. I didn't meet her dad, at that time.
My desire for Natalie didn't diminish, as the week passed: if anything, it increased. When I couldn't be with my darling, I was masturbating almost constantly, fantasising about a thousand and one different ways we'd make love, once she'd realised how much she wanted me. God alone knows how many times I came during that week; but I do know that my clit and my pussy were rather sore by the end of it.
I couldn't entirely work out, though, how Natalie felt about me. There was no doubt that she liked me; that she enjoyed my company; that she was proud to have a best friend who was a whole year older than herself. But did she feel any desire for me? Did her little pussy itch when she was with me? Did she long to hold and kiss me? Did she want to be my girlfriend? I really couldn't tell. She didn't seem to behave quite like someone who was just a friend. For example, the little scene from the first day, when Natalie had subtly put off her friends from joining us, was repeated each day. Either she didn't want me to meet her friends, which seemed unlikely (I felt she really wanted to show me off) or else she wanted desperately to have time alone with me.
Looking back now, a little older and a little more experienced, I don't actually think Natalie entirely understood what she felt. Maybe she was sensing and responding to the sexual charge coming from me, making her feel desire without quite knowing what it was. Maybe she even thought that this was what it should feel like, to have a real best friend.
Natalie and I hugged a lot during that week, and she was always giving me kisses on the cheek. Only once, I managed to touch her lips with mine, a soft, brief kiss that almost had me coming on the spot. One of the hardest things I've ever done was to let my mouth separate from hers.
When I finally managed to seduce my darling Natalie to be my little lesbian lover, it was, strangely (or perhaps not strangely, for girls of our age) by talking about boys. We were sitting on my bed, side by side, bodies touching in several places, listening to one of my CDs, when Natalie began asking me what I thought about various boys at school. In particular, she wanted to know whether I thought the boys in her class were nicer than the ones in my class. I had to agree they were. As I said before, I was very unimpressed with anyone in my own class, and there were one or two in Natalie's class who struck me as quite cute, though I don't think I'd have taken such little boys seriously as boyfriends. (Now - oh yes).
Natalie asked me, very shyly and hesitantly, whether I'd ever kissed a boy, and what did it feel like? The idea of that being so shocking made me giggle, and she asked what was funny. So I told her that boys could do other things to you that were far more fun than kissing. I was fully intending to explain it all; but Natalie clapped her hand over her mouth, in delighted horror, and exclaimed, "Alice, you've never let a boy... er, touch you... you know... down there?"
"Of course," I said, consciously exaggerating how matter-of-fact I found it all. "Why, haven't you?"
Keeping her head down, she shook it vigorously. If her face hadn't already been black, I knew that she'd have turned bright red. After a moment, though, curiosity got the better of coyness; and she looked up. "What's it like?" she asked warily.
I put on an air of deep consideration, seeing an opening here. "It's impossible to describe, really," I said thoughtfully. "I tell you what," I added, apparently having had a sudden idea, "I could show you."
"What do you mean, show?" Natalie seemed totally baffled. "You're not a boy."
"But I could still touch you, and kiss you," I pointed out, trying to make it sound as reasonable as possible. "You'd get an idea what it feels like."
Natalie thought about that for a moment. "I suppose so," she said dubiously. "Would you really do that for me, Alice?"
You bet I would. But I said, soothingly, "Course I would, you're my best friend."
"Well... what do we do?" I could tell that Natalie was frightened and excited, both at the same time; so I decided the best thing would be to go straight for it.
"It's best if we both take our clothes off," I said matter-of-factly.
She gave a little squeal: again, I thought she was as much turned on as scared. "What, all of them?"
I'd have settled for a quick glimpse of her pussy; but I knew I'd got her going now, so I forced myself to be relentless. "Do you want to do it properly?" She nodded, subdued. "Then do as I say. Tell you what, I'll go first. Is that OK?"
She nodded again, wordlessly; so I stood up and stripped slowly for her. I felt impatient, but forced myself to put on a good, teasing show for Natalie. I wanted her to get too excited to think about what she was doing. By the time I'd eased my panties down my legs and wiggled my slit at her, I could tell she was turned on. I stood in front of her, holding my pussy-lips apart. "Your turn," I said.
She looked up at me, and I could see that, even through the black skin, she was blushing. "Do I have to do it sexy, like you?" she whispered. "I don't think I'm as sexy as you are, Alice."
I'd have loved to have seen Natalie do a striptease for me, of course; but that could wait. Right now, I just wanted to see my darling naked. "It's OK," I said, moving closer to her and caressing her hair. "Just do it like you would if you were stripping for the bath."
She undressed quickly, as if getting it done before she changed her mind, then stood up in front of me, one hand held (unconsciously, I think) in front of her crotch. I could hardly breathe: her body was even more beautiful than I'd imagined, and I knew that, now I'd seen it, there was no way I was going to be able to keep my hands off her.
Putting my arms around her, I gave Natalie a deep, passionate kiss, pushing apart those lovely pouty lips, tasting their soft sweetness, letting my tongue play with hers. For a few moments, she stood, stiff and motionless, simply letting herself be kissed; but then she began responding, and was soon kissing me back as fervently as myself.
I could have gone on like that all day; but I was after more. Pulling a little away, I gently moved her hand aside. She looked at me with glazed eyes, and just said, "Wow."
I giggled, in spite of myself. "There's a lot better to come," I told her. I touched her crotch. "Do you know what this is?" I asked softly.
Natalie giggled. "It's my wotsit," she said. If it had been anyone else, I'd have felt really annoyed: at ten, I couldn't see anything cute about childishness. But this was Natalie; so I simply told her gently, "It's your pussy. It's the wonderful bit of your body. After today, you're going to want to play with it all the time."
She looked at me, startled. "What... with my own?"
I shrugged. "Well, it's even better if someone else plays with it; but it's fun doing your own. I do it all the time. Specially the last week." I just failed to stop myself saying that, and wondered for a second whether that would tell her anything. But she simply said, "Well... can you play with mine, Alice? Just a bit."
"Play with your what?" I demanded, forcing myself to be ruthless.
She looked down. "With my pussy," she murmured. I put one hand under her chin, and made her look me in the eyes. "You should be proud of your pussy, Natalie," I said. "It's the most beautiful one in the whole wide world."
Kissing her again, I started tickling her with my fingertips all around her inner thighs, then playing with her lips. She was shaking, now, and giving little moans, as I parted the lips and found I'd been right about her being turned on. The whole of her slit was wet. I rubbed, slowly and delicately, up its length, until I came to the top. "And this," I whispered, "is your clitty. It feels like this."
Teasing the tiny knob out of its hood, I began flicking my fingertip across it. Natalie gave a squeal, which I just realised in time was going to turn into a scream, and I blocked her mouth with my lips and tongue. She kissed me back frantically, like a predator attacking, and began jerking her clit against my hand. My own pussy was on fire and pouring its juices; so I took one of Natalie's hands and put it between my legs. She reacted by pure instinct, grinding her palm against my wet, open slit. There was no skill at all; but that didn't matter. My darling Natalie was wanking me, and I was in heaven.
She started coming just before me. I was still holding her with one arm, and I think that was the only reason she stayed upright, thrashing about, her moans lost in a savage kiss. It was so sexy, I started coming too; and we collapsed together onto the bed.
When we'd both stopped coming, we just lay holding one another. Finally, Natalie lifted her head woozily. "That was the best," she said.
I grinned, delighted with her reaction, delighted that I was going to take her even further. "There's more," I said. "Open your legs, sweetheart."
She did so; and I slithered down her body and, lying with my head between her thighs, began to eat her out. I was afraid she'd be grossed out by it, until she realised what it felt like; but she was already too far gone, I think, to object to anything I wanted to do to her. In any case, I started by flicking my tongue quickly across her clit, and she writhed and squealed.
She tasted totally delicious. I hadn't had a child's pussy to eat since Tabitha had moved away, two years before; and I'd forgotten just how different it was. I loved Andrea's taste, of course; but this was sweeter, fresher, and I lapped up her scrumptuous juices as quick as I could. It didn't take long to give Natalie another orgasm; but I was ready, by then, for more action in my own pussy. So I did something that Andrea had only recently started doing with me. I rolled myself on top of Natalie, like a boy fucking a girl, and, pushing one leg between hers, got my pussy right up to hers, making sure our clits were touching. Then I started rubbing. Apart from the times I'd worn the strap-on, this was the closest I'd ever come to actively fucking another girl. I felt exhilarated, and kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I'd have thrust the dildo into Andrea's pussy. We both came together, kissing fiercely to stifle our shrieks.
We lay entwined together for some time afterwards, kissing, stroking, enjoying the way our sweaty bodies stuck together. My pussy was feeling loved and contented, still deliciously sexy, but not needing to come again for now.
At last, Natalie lifted her head up and looked at me, stroking my cheek gently, her eyes soft with love. I didn't want to spoil the moment; but I asked her, "Want a boy, now?"
She smiled lazily. "Not when I've got you, Alice."
I dared to say it now. "I love you, Natalie. I've loved you ever since we met. I've wanted to do this so much."
She kissed me briefly. "I love you, Alice." She frowned for an instant. "Well, we can't be boyfriend and girlfriend. I suppose we'll have to be girlfriend and girlfriend."
"I'll love you for ever and ever and ever, cross my heart and hope to die," I told her; and I meant it. Promises like that are so easy to make, when you're ten. Then again, in spite of what happened later, I still feel full of love, whenever I think of my beautiful Natalie. So maybe I've kept my promise. In my fashion.