"The Thunderstorm"
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Disclaimer: This story is just that, a story, and is meant to be
taken as nothing other than that. It contains descriptions of
sexual acts involving young children, and if such subject matter
offends you, please don't read it. The author DOES NOT condone
any such activities in real life or fake life - it is meant to be
taken only as fantasy.
A great light pierced the sky, flashing through the thin
curtains in Arielle's room. She shuddered underneath her blanket
as the inevitable thunder rolled from the heavens, seeming to
shake the entire earth. Arielle had always been scared of
thunderstorms, and now, during this seemingly-apocalyptic
maelstrom, she felt no less terror.
The six year old curled up in her nightgown, flinching with
each explosion of noise. The sky had been quiet when she'd gone
to bed, and she didn't know how such a storm could sneak up on
her. She struggled to keep herself from fleeing to the safety of
her parents' bed. Silently she mouthed the words: be brave.
Another lightning bolt appeared in her window, the thunder
right on its heels, and Arielle's flight instinct took over. She
tossed her comforter aside and rushed out of her room, flying
along the darkened hallway into her parents' bedroom.
Arielle quickly yet quietly slipped into the master bedroom,
the clock on the nightstand cluttered by a bottle and two
glasses. Arielle brushed her messy, dirty-blonde hair from her
eyes, and saw that it was past 2 AM. Another bolt of light
flashed outside. Arielle hurried to the foot of the king-sized
bed and dove under the blanket.
Arielle wriggled her nymphlike body up under the blanket,
her movements doing nothing to disturb her sleeping parents. She
pulled her feet under, immersing herself beneath the comforter,
and began to work her way towards the pillow. As she moved, a
foreign scent gently wafted across her nose.
Arielle paused in her journey and inhaled the unknown aroma.
It was sweet like flowers, yet stronger, a musky scent that
reminded her of an animal. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, and
Arielle breathed deeply. She moved her head towards one side of
the bed, the side her mother always slept on, and she could sense
the scent becoming stronger.
Curious, Arielle slowly moved closer, soon finding her
mother's smooth legs underneath the blanket. The legs were spread
apart, and so Arielle crawled between them; she could smell the
scent even better now, and she found it became more pungent the
farther she moved up her mother's leg. Carefully, Arielle moved
closer, sniffing like a dog, until her face brushed something
hairy.
Arielle paused, and her eyes focused in the dark, where she
found a surprise: her mother was wearing no underwear! Arielle,
so intent on the exotic smell, had bumped into her mother's bared
private area.
Having never seen anyone else naked, Arielle was thoroughly
intrigued. She gently reached her hand out, brushing the soft,
curly hairs that coated her mother's crotch. As she did so, she
became aware that the exotic scent was now very strong, and
coming from between her mother's legs.
The girl's hand trailed through her mother's pubic hair
until it found the top of her slit, and again the six-year-old
was intrigued. Arielle carefully moved in for a closer look, her
nose soon brushing the moist and fragrant flesh of her mother's
pussy. Arielle, knowing this part of a woman only as her "cunny,"
was surprised when she felt a wetness on her nose, and even more
so when the exotic scent she had been so entranced by filled her
nostrils.
Arielle's gentle hand slowly felt the folds of her mother's
womanhood, her fingertips tracing down from the clitoral hood to
the moist opening below--the source of the mysterious wetness,
the girl learned. Arielle smelled her wet fingertips, finding
them strong with the musk that had so intrigued her. She even
dared to lick one, and found the subsequent flavor interesting.
Arielle's curiosity soon strayed from her mother's cunny to
her own, and she reached down into her panties. The girl's
fingers trailed along her own slit, gently digging at the bottom
of her womanhood. She felt a moisture between her own legs
similar to that which she had found on her mother, but when she
brought he fingers back up and inhaled, there was virtually no
scent.
Disappointed, Arielle returned her attention to her mother's
vagina, pressing her nose again into those wet and fragrant lips.
She felt the wetness on her nose again and breathed deeply of the
intoxicating scent, even daring to stick her tongue out and taste
again of her mother's nectar.
As Arielle's little tongue poked at her mother's vagina, the
woman suddenly shifted in her sleep, and an alarmed Arielle
quickly retreated back towards the foot of the bed. Her mother's
moving form did not brush the young girl as the woman
repositioned herself in her slumber.
Arielle, feeling guilty about touching her mother's private
parts, decided against seeing if the mother's new position
allowed for further exploration. However, her curiosity was
hardly sated. Since her mother had been sleeping naked, she had
to wonder if her father was in the same state. Carefully, she
crept under the blankets, this time heading for the opposite side
of the bed where her father slept.
Arielle's hands quickly found the rough leg of her father,
who was sleeping on his side facing his wife. The girl sneaked
forward, noticing that the exotic scent clung also to her
father's body, although not as strongly. Her hands gently pushed
the blankets out of the way as she followed her father's legs.
Arielle was delighted to find that her father was also
sleeping naked, and her fingers began to carefully explore his
anatomy. She found his private parts, the soft shaft of his
flaccid cock, his sparse pubic hair, and his smooth scrotum. She
had seen even less of a man's genitals than she had a woman's,
and was even more intrigued than earlier.
Her father's penis drew Arielle's attention more than
anything else, and her fingers traced each curve and ridge. The
skin was nearly as soft as her mother's had been, especially on
the round and fleshy tip. She found the slit near the top and
touched it in the same way she had her mother, all the while
recognizing that this part of her father was his source of the
mysterious aroma.
Arielle brought her face close to her father's manhood and
inhaled. Then, she placed her lips on the tip of his cock,
letting her velvety tongue pop out to lick the slit at the top.
The flavor that met her mouth was different than her mother's,
saltier and less enjoyable. Still, she licked, even daring to put
the entire head of her father's penis in her mouth, finding a mix
of both male and female flavors to be coating it.
As Arielle's mouth clung to her father's cock, the man also
began to move. Arielle quickly withdrew, letting the soft flesh
leave her mouth with more than a little regret. She moved again
to the foot of the bed, this time stepping out of the blanket, as
her father shifted back into sleep.
The six year old looked at her parents' prone forms,
wondering at all the new things she'd experienced. So engrossed
in her exploration was she that it took her a minute to notice
the terrifying thunderstorm had apparently passed. Arielle's
heart seemed lighter as she realized the threat to her wellbeing
had disappeared, and so decided to return to her own bed.
That night, as she drifted back to sleep, Arielle divested
of her nightgown and panties, deciding to sleep in the nude as
her parents were. Her fingers gently explored her own womanhood,
poking and stroking the various parts of her cunny. She found
that such attention not only invited the same wetness her mother
had exhibited, but that it also felt really good. The young girl
spent the twilight in self-exploration, her fingers tracing her
folds, occasionally returning to her face so she could smell or
taste herself, until sleep and satisfaction led her back into the
world of dreams.
THE END