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The Most Perfect 10
(mf, ff, group, pedo, fisting)
My name is Cassandra Stevens. Just for the record, I'm a 35-year-old
divorcee, twice removed, with a history of bisexuality that started before I
was twelve, and continues to this day. I'm neither proud nor ashamed of my
sexual orientation; it's a large part of what makes me who I am, and I
couldn't change it if I wanted to. But, of course, I don't want to!
Unfortunately, it's difficult for a married woman (yes, I'm afraid I'm
remarried, although the marriage is a loveless one) to develop an affair with
another woman, because it's necessary, first, to find another woman, one with
whom sparks fly. It's much easier with a child: a shy, believing child of
either gender, who has been ingrained with the illusion that all adult
females are *mother figures* who can be trusted implicitly. That's a
misconception, of course, but I must say at the outset that I would never
physically harm a child. I'm not a monster; just a normal female with more
love than I sometimes know what to do with....
Recently, a young single mother moved in to a small house on our street, with
her daughter Michelle: a small, pudgy little 10-year-old who caught my eye
immediately. Sadly, I don't think the little family had two nickels to rub
together. All of Michelle's clothes are a bit too small, and when she's
wearing loose, flowing shorts, they ride up high on her little buns. (Not so
little, really!) They are beautiful in their partial concealment....
It's summertime right now, and a few days ago I was making conversation with
the child's mother about this and that. In passing, I told her that when
little Michelle got underfoot, and Mom needed a break, she would be welcome
to send the child over to my house: she could burn off some energy in my
swimming pool, and I'd be there to keep an eye on her. The very next day, I
got a call from the woman. "Cassie, can you watch Michelle for a couple of
hours? I've got to run into L..A. and file a report on my ex. The cheap
bastard just won't catch up those child-support payments!"
Well, that didn't take long! My heart was in my mouth, but I tried to sound
normal and sympathetic. "Of course you can! Send her over any time!" I
hung up the phone, tingling with anticipation, and walked into my bedroom,
where my *secret lover,* Frank, was dozing naked on the giant, circular bed,
his breathing rhythmic, his full erect, circumsized cock resting in the
little coppery nest of his pubic hair. "Wake up, darling," I said, none too
softly, "We're about to have company!"
As Frank stirred, muttering in protest as he reluctantly roused from
who-knows-what delicious dream, I stepped to the bedroom window and pulled
aside the curtain. There she was! She was running up the street as fast as
her baby legs would carry her, obviously as eager as I was for today's
"playtime" - - although for very different reasons!
I met her at the front door, and, giving her a quick, friendly, hug, started
to show her the way to the pool. When we reached the patio, she pulled up
the hem of her loose-fitting dress and showed me that she was wearing a
little two-piece outfit underneath. The little shorts and halter revealed
even more than her usual shorts, and I felt a sudden tightness in my throat.
"I don't have a swimsuit, Michelle," I said huskily. "I know! Why don't we
just go in without any clothes? It's okay when it's just girls!"
Without waiting for an answer, I turned my back on her and slipped my
sky-blue sundress over my head, then hurriedly pushed my panties off.
Bending over to unbuckle my sandals, I gave the little girl a wide-open rear
view of my twat. When I turned around, she hadn't moved; her eyes were
rivited to my tuft. While she was frozen in place like that, I quickly
squatted down in front of her, legs spread, and slowly pulled her dress and
her little halter over her head, then gently tugged down her bottoms, running
my fingers down her crack as they passed over her cheeks. My eyes were now
on a level with her pouty little slit, and I almost yielded to the urge to
bury my nose right in there....
Instead, I reached between my legs, to pique her curiosity even further, and
swabbed myself with my palm, to confirm my wetness (I was as wet as if I'd
just peed!). Then I stood up and, with the same slick hand, took Michelle's
and led her down into the shallow end of the pool.
"Come all the way out in the water with me, Michelle," I called, "You'll like
it!" She was a little bit scared, but after a moment's hesitation, she did.
As we began to frolic and laugh, I began to "inadvertently" touch her and
feel her as much as I could. My breasts bobbed heavily the nipples swelled
from the excitement and the cool water. And so did Michelle's tiny nubs!
"Let me teach you how to float," I said. Placing one hand on her back and
the other under her bottom, I lifted her up until she was floating
horizontally on the surface, my eyes wide with her beauty, the sun twinkling
and flashing off her pretty little face with its high cheekbones, her full,
sensual lips, her small hard nipples protruding from her flat chest, her
puffy babyfat labia glistening in the late-morning brightness.
"Okay, honey, now take a deep breath: I'm going to lower my hands just a
little, so you'll be floating all by yourself!" I reluctantly drew my hands
away from her frame. Grinning with accomplishment as she floated alone in
the water, my eyes were once again drawn to her *secret place.* "You're
doing it!" I cheered, as I helped her to stand back up, and she wrapped her
arms around my waist and gave me a bug hug, smiling up at me adoringly.
Turning to glance up at the balcony outside my bedroom, I quickly motioned,
giving Frank the prearranged signal we had set up. Already standing just
inside the window, observing the entire scene, he gave me a little wave and
turned to waklk downstairs. Frankie, my love! What I have in store for you!
A moment later, he came out the sliding-glass dor and walked across the patio
toward the pool. The rascal had put on a pair of my sheer rayon bikini
panties, which fit him exactly like a Speedo, and in a moment he stood beside
the pool, smiling down at us. Since we were facing toward the deep end,
little Michelle didn't notice him at first, so I chirped, "Look, Michelle!
Here's my friend Frankie!" When she turned and saw you, her little brow
furrowed and she scrunched down in the water, still holding on to me. "H-hi,
Mr. Frankie," she mumbled.
His face broke into a broad grin. "Oh, no, Michelle, my name's Mr.
Saynesberry, but my very best friends just call me Frankie! Will *you* call
me that, honey?" The child nodded her head gravely. "Yes, Frankie." Trying
not to laugh, I hugged her shoulders and stroked her hair. "Frankie comes
over a lot, Michelle," I said reassuringly. "He likes to swim, too! Can he
come into the water with us? He's a lot of fun to play with!"
The little girl didn't say a word, but stared up at Frank, standing there
almost nude with his erection clearly visible through the thin rayon, the
head of his beautiful cock almost peeking over the top of the waistband.
She looked up at me, then back at Frank again, and then nodded, almost
imperceptibly. I nodded too, eagerly ("Let's get this show on the road,
Frank!"), so he stepped into the shallow end, and just before reaching the
bottom step, quickly pushed off the silly-looking panties.
His cock leaped out gladly in the warm air, twitching and rising for little
Michelle's astonished inspection, then he settled into the water. The child
glanced around, trying to get another look at this astonishing grown-up
revelation (and I did too!), but all we could see was its ripply outline
beneath the surface.
I immediately picked grabbed a floatball that had been bobbing nearby and
started a game of three-corner, which took Michelle's mind off of what was
probably the only penis she had ever seen (or could remember). She quickly
put her embarrassment aside and soon we were all laughing and competing for
the ball, each of us brushing our body against the others as we dove for it
in the shallow alcove. I announced loudly, really for Michelle's benefit,
that I had been teaching her to float. "I saw you," Frank declared over the
splashing water. "You two looked great! Hey, Michelle, I've got an idea!
Why don't you wrap your legs around my waist and then lean back in the water
and float?"
She hesitated, but I gave her a friendly little nudge and she obediently went
to him. He bent and picked her up by her little buttocks and she wrapped her
legs around him, clutching at his sides; then he gently lowered her until her
back was on the surface and his buoyant but rigid prick "accidentally"
touched the crack of her ass. He told her to let go with her arms, and I
caught her hands so that she was floating easily, Frank's cock now pressing
against the small of her back as we both lusted at the sight of her
wide-spread slit, pink within the pale, and we praised and cheered her for
floating like a big girl.
Then she unclasped her legs and stood up, hugging Frank around the waist, his
erection pressed tight against her chest, and she looked down at it beneath
the surface and giggled in amazement....but not embarrassment, I could see!
"Here, Michelle," I said helpfully, "let me teach you to kick your legs. Hold
on to the side right here with your tummy down...." I stretched her out full
length, my hands running down her smooth hips and thighs to her ankles, then
said, "now kick your feet, honey!" And she did, remaining buoyant as Frank
and I gazed at her small round ass, the water beading off it and running down
between the cheeks, both of us wanting to fondle them, to spread her buns and
press our tongues into the tight sphincter which was so clearly visible to
both of us, Frank's cock as hard as a rock when my fingers encircled it under
the water, and I was floating too, on waves of lust....
After a full minute she began to tire, and I said huskily, "Michelle, I think
we need to rest for awhile now." I gave Frank our next pre-arranged signal
to stay there for a few minutes, and then picked her up in my arms and
carried her naked into the house, leaving our clothes behind, into my
bedroom. As she nuzzled her head against my breast, my stride faltered....
I stood her upright next to my bed and began to towel her off, rubbing her
briskly, all over, looking at her mons the entire time but not touching it
excerpt in passing. When she was only the least bit damp, I gave myself a
quick once-over, then kneeled on the floor. I took her in my arms again, my
face in her wet hair, my hands all over her strong little legs and firm ass,
massaging her cheeks.
Releasing her finalyy, I lay down across the bed, knees up, spread wide,
pubic hair still wet and curled from the pool, and, playing on her natural
curiosity, spread my labia with one hand, right under her view, and inserted
two fingers into myself. I extended my hand for Michelle's, and when she
took it I pulled her to me, withdrawing my fingers and placing her hand on my
vulva. In a moment I took three of her fingers and guided them into myself,
then released her hand. It remained there. "Michelle, did you know that
ladies have holes like this between their legs?"
"Yes, I have one too, Miz Stevens, but it's little, not like yours." (Her
fingers were still in me, beginning to move slightly.) "Oh, Michelle, please
call me Cassie," I said. "Sweetheart, you're still a child. It'll grow big
like mine and your mommy's. Go ahead and put all your fingers in my hole.
They'll fit!" She took out her three fingers and started to insert her hand,
but my lips had closed and the inner ones withdrew so that she couldn't find
the opening again.
I offered no assistance. "Use both hands, Michelle, and pull that skin away.
You'll find the place." She probed, and pulled, and brushed my clitoris,
sending a shock through me, and she explored me from clit to perineum.
Finally, she figured it out and held me open with one hand, folding her thumb
back and inserting the other hand completely into me. I could smell my own
powerful aroma as she opened my vulva.
"Push it in farther, Michelle. It doesn't hurt." And she did, right up to
her wrist. I wanted to ask her to make a fist and pump me, but I refrained,
because I felt her fingers moving within me, searching, trying to grasp the
pubic bone, but it was too slippery, and anyway, she was at the wrong angle.
She studied my exterior genitalia diligently as both hands worked on me,
inside and out. I let her explore. Then she looked up at me and smiled, and
I smiled too, but she didn't say a word, and continued with her task.
I couldn't wait another moment to see between her legs, so I helped her ease
her arm out of me. It was covered with a sticky mucous, but it smelled so
rich that I just had to lick it off, like a doe does her newborn fawn, and as
I cleaned between each finger, I must have hyperventilated, I was so excited,
because I got lightheaded and closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened
them the child was on the bed kneeling between my legs, and i pulled her over
and laid her down next to me and kissed her without before asking, "Can I
look at yours now, Michelle?"
Of course, by now I know she will not refuse me. She swallows and nods her
head gravely without taking her eyes from my lips, probably wondering how
another person's lips could feel so deliciously different on hers. Her first
real kiss with sexual intent....how much she was learning on this bright
summer day! She will remember it always, I just
know....
Getting up on my knees beside her, I ran one hand over her abdomen, down to
her little cleft. I put the other hand under her knees and brought them to
an upright position, then gently pried her legs apart until her slit was open
to my eyes, from her little asshole to her belly.
"Oh, Michelle, your little hole is beautiful! You're so lucky to have one so
pretty! You're almost a woman now. Can I touch it?" Knowing she would
allow it (after all, she'd just had her entire, beautiful little fist inside
me!), I reached down before she could answer and drew one finger along her
little virgin slit. Of course, she was absolutely void of any hair or fuzz.
Besides her clitoral hood she had a slight protrusion of one inner lip in one
place, and I parted her outer lips there to expose her wet little vaginal
opening, much pinker than mine.
"I have to look closer, Michelle." I lowered my nose to within inches of her
skin. What a delectable aroma of pee, perspiration and exudation, and
(damn!) chlorine! I knew I had excited her in the past few minutes, and I
continued to examine her asshole, which was very moist, very dainty, very
sweet....I took my finger and spread the fragrant moisture along her slit.
I quickly kissed her on her lower lips there, then again and again, each time
keeping my lips on hers a little longer. I looked up and gave her a big
smile, which she returned, as if to say, "This is fun!" I pressed my lips to
hers again, holding them there this time, my tongue gently but firmly
invading her hole. I glanced up and she was grinning again: everything was
all right! I could do whatever I chose with her!
Bending down to work on her again, I took the little inner flap between my
lips and began to gently suck on it, while simultaneously pulling her cheeks
apart with my thumb resting on her asshole. Licking....sucking...tongueing
across her perineum to her ass. Probing softly, I slipped my index finger
into the puckered hole up to the first joint, then met resistance. Her
hymen! I slipped in a second finger, then pulled them out, put them in my
mouth, and loked up at the child. Her head is elevated on the enormous
feather pillows, and as her wide eyes take everything in, she smiles again,
and I can hear the blood pounding in my ears.
I scooted up and lay my head on the pillow beside hers, and kissed her with
simple affection on the cheek. She rolled toward me at the same moment, and
our lips brushed, then met and stopped moving. I knew she could smell and
taste herself on my lips, because I could, too. I took her lower lip between
mine and gently pulled her mouth open, simultaneously inserting my lip
between hers, and we gently tugged on each other as I taught her the
fundamentals of French kissing. No, not French; with little Michelle, it was
as all-American as the girl next door!
My hand ventured between her legs and my two fingers slipped into her vagina
again. "Does that hurt, love?" I whispered, and she shook her head no. I
returned the two fingers to my mouth, Michelle following the motion with her
eyes. Then I lowered my hand and probed her again, but this time I brought
my fingers back to her barely-parted lips. Her eyes rolled toward me
questioningly, then she tentatively licked the fingers with her tongue. When
she looked at me again, I insistently pressed the fingers to her lips and she
began to suck them. "Enough insistence," I thought to myself, and I replaced
my fingers with my lips and kissed her again. Taking her small body into my
embrace, I stretched my leg over her hip, thus exposing my wet, impatient
pussy to Frank, who had been watching us from the half-open doorway. I
raised a hand and crooked one finger in invitation, and as Frank crossed the
room to the bed, I saw that he was carrying our clothes and a towel....and
doing absolutely nothing to conceal his cock, which stood straight out, so
big and so heavy that it could not rise to any greater angle. Out of
nowhere, as my tongue was buried in little Michell's now-sucking mouth, I was
struck by the absurd thought of a bright green parrot perched on his dick,
its tailfeathers hanging down to his knees, and it required every ounce of
self-control I possessed not to guffaw right into my adorable child lover's
mouth!
I felt my passions climb as Frank neared the bed, but I held them in check
for the moment. (Why do men think they're the only ones who have to fight
off a premature orgasm?) "Look, Michelle," I said, breaking our kiss,
"Frank's come to join us! We forgot all about him!" And she really had
forgotten, caught up in her first waves of baby lust, and as I lay back on my
side she saw him standing there, supporting his throbbing prick with his free
hand. "Look at his thing, Michelle!" I exclaimed. "Isn't it magnificent?
Shall we let him come play with us?" She didn't reply, her eyes locked on
his cock, even when he knelt on the bed beside her and pointed it, red and
winking, right at her mouth.
"Michelle!" I gently scolded, "You saw his thing in the pool! Don't be
afraid of him! Just reach up and touch him! He'll like it!" But she
remained frozen until I took her hand in mine and encircled his cock with our
fingers. She tried to jerk away from its heat, but I held her hand in place,
saying, "It's beautiful, Michelle! Watch what I can do!" I took him into my
mouth eagerly, making exaggerated slurping noises for the child's benefit, as
if the pulsating phallus were a giant candy cane. Finally, her eyes looked
up into mine, betraying only the slightest gleam, and she grinned happily. I
took her hand off his dick and pulled him toward her until his cock was
lightly brushing against her lips.
Frank began to move his hips, but with the most miniscule motion imaginable,
until finally Michelle's jaws were gaping and his glans had worked its way
into her mouth. I slipped one hand between her hips to stroke her clit, my
other hand locking around Frank's shaft and beginning to pump. He slid
further into her mouth, and I knew that she would feel him in her throat in a
moment and gag, so I forcibly pulled him out of her mouth (poor Frank!) and
greedily sucked him into my own, right under the child's nose, and sucked
with an expertise which I knew he could not resist. Within perhaps fifteen
seconds he began to erupt in my mouth. Instead of swallowing, however (which
is my natural reaction), I opened my mouth just in time for Michelle to see
another squirt of cum spurting into my mouth. I wiggled my tongue, causing
all the milky fluid to run down my chin for her to see. Then, in the
split-second between Frank's spasms, I pointed his cock toward her face, and
with a groan he burst forth again, this time onto the child's chin; then I
pointed him downward and he expelled twice more, onto her flat little chest
and belly. Finally, I guided him between her thighs, where he weakly
dribbled on her pouting, reddened pussy, while I simultaneously placed my
semen-slick lips over Michelle's mouth, and she dazedly sucked, and licked,
and tasted, and swallowed while Frank's cock rested against her slit.
But as he watched our passionate interchange, Frank became aroused again, his
cock stiffening anew and beginning to probe at her immature labia to find
that special place, and as I felt his balls tighten under my fingertips, I
spread her open for him. In a pre-orgasmic frenzy, his caution cast aside
like another wet towel, he pushed the head of his cock into the child: and
her vulva did stretch, until the head plopped in past he edge and her muscles
clamped down on it. She didn't realize all this was happening, of course,
because her attention was on my lips, which were crushing hers, and these new
sensations are closer to her brain than her cunt.....
Michelle cried out into my mouth in discomfort because Frank was pushing
harder, intoxicated by this smooth, tight little pussy, and my heart cried
out, too, because I knew she was three years smaller then I had been when I
was first fucked, and Frank's cock was bigger than the one that initiated me,
and as my memory prodded me with awareness of the pain, I whispered in her
ear, "Shhhh, baby, shhh, it's okay, just a minute sweetheart...."
And I grabbed his shaft and squeezed hard, twice, and he exploded again, even
more powerfully this time, there in the tiny space between her vulva and her
hymen, and his semen seeped through its small passage into her shuddering
little canal. She and I could both feel his spasms as he emptied himself
into her, and my mind recalled a thousand ejaculations deep within my own
vagina, and with my eyes squeezed shut I pictured his cum shooting past my
hand into Michelle's baby cunt and cervix, up and up until blocked by her
yet-unformed tubes, from whence it must inevitably seep back.
Roused out of my reverie by the thought, I scrambled back down the bed and
clamped my mouth over the base of Frank's shaft and Michelle's twitching
labia, and jerking his cock out of her, slurped it into my mouth, milking it
of the very last drops of cum. Pausing only to give Frank a lover's
squeeze on the ass, I dove back to the child's face, half-sputtering, "Look,
baby, this is what he just put into you down there. Do you want a taste?"
And without waiting for a reply, I pressed my mouth to hers and let the semen
run over her tiny teeth and pink gums; and, in a moment, I felt her tongur
flicking deeply in my mouth, seeking out more.
And now Frank had moved up the bed and was resting on the other side of the
sweating child, lowering his head so that all of our mouths met, and our
tongues danced, mixing our juices and our fluids and our crazy three-way
passion, and suddenly, seeing Frank's half-erect cock lying atop Michelle's
thigh, I was seized with jealousy, and whispered urgently, "Okay, honey, it's
time for you to go. Your mommy will be home soon!"
She gave me a quick, final peck on the lips, ripping at my heart, and she
reached out and gave Frank's cock a little pat, as if it were a long-lost
stuffed animal, then she clambered over my body to the floor and began to
dress. As she slipped into her panties, Frank asked, "Michelle, honey, if
your Mom asks what you did today, what will you tell her?" The little girl's
eyes flashed as she gave him a radiant grin. "Oh, Frank, I'm not gonna tell
her ANYTHING! Never, ever, ever! If you'll let me come back....."
Frank sank back on the bed, sighing, and I managed to smile at the glowing
girl. "Oh yes, Michelle, come back every day! We can have so much fun!
Now, honey, do you still hurt a little bit?"
Michelle actually laughed. "Oh, not any more, Cassie! Can't you tell? I'm
a big girl now!"
And, as she skipped toward the bedroom door, Frank covered his face with a
pillow, and his howls of laughter were muffled by a pound of
goosefeathers.....
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This story was co-written with my dear
friend, Cassandra Stevens.
If you liked it, please write!
Saynesberry@hushmail.com
CassandraStevens@seductive.com
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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