Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown, Part 2

By: I. M. Libertine

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©2011

All rights reserved.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or 
dead is entirely coincidental.

This story contains content which is not suitable for those under the 
age of 18.  Reader discretion is advised.

This story contains graphic descriptions of pedophilia and incest.  If 
you find this disturbing or distasteful, feel free not to read it.

This story is fictional.  None of the characters presented in this story
are based on real people and none of the actions taken by the characters
are based on real actions.  The author does not condone any type of
sexual intimacy between a teenager and a child.

All that said, sit down, shut up, and enjoy the story.

Categories: fg, inc, pedo, cons, romance, toys

An erotic love story.  Amy gets another chance to babysit Nan.

Part 2

After our bath, Nan and I got ready for bed.  She pulled on her pink,
thermal cotton nightie and I unzipped my bag to get mine.  There on top 
was the dildo, long and pink and incriminating.  Now I had no idea why I
had brought it along.  There was no way I was going to use it on her... 
but then I got a vision of her small hands clasped around the end of it,
sliding it into me.  Warmth flushed through me at the thought.  Still, 
we'd just given each other some seriously great orgasms and I wasn't
sure it I was quite ready for another, especially from this monster.
I tucked the vibrator down under my clothes, grabbed my nightie and got
dressed for bed.

"You know," I mused, "Where am I gonna sleep?"

"With me," Nan answered.  She climbed up on her bed and thumped her 
pillow with both hands.  

I gave the twin sized bed a critical look.  While there was plenty of 
space left over with Nan in it, it still wasn't enough for both of us 
unless we squeezed together.  Which might not have been a bad thing 
except that we needed to get at least some sleep tonight. With that 
little space between us it wouldn't be long before we had our hands in 
each others panties.

"It'll never work, Squirt," I said, shaking my head slowly.

Nan pulled a long face.  She looked crestfallen.

"But I want you to sleep with me," she whined.

I thought for a moment.  I really didn't want to sleep in Aunt Nancy's 
bed, it felt like an invasion of her private space.  After a minute, 
though, I had an idea.

"Help me get some blankets," I said.

"Ok."

She still looked a little dejected as we went to the hall closet and got
a couple of thick comforters and an extra pillow.  But as I spread out 
the comforters on the floor of her room she began to get the idea.

"We can sleep on the floor," Nan said happily.

"Yup, plenty of room for two growing girls," I said.

I reached out and tickled her sides, causing her to giggle and squirm.  
I kissed the top of her head and said, "Wanna play awhile before 
bedtime?"

Nan nodded and I picked up a Barbie doll lying on her toyshelf.  Nan 
picked up a Ken doll, looked at it blankly for a second, then returned
it to the shelf in favor of a five-inch-tall Strawberry Shortcake doll.

"Hi, Strawberry Shortcake!" I said in a whiney song-song voice.

"Hi, Barbie!" Strawberry Shortcake answered.

We played around with the dolls, Barbie chasing Shortcake, Shortcake
falling and scraping her knee, Barbie putting an imaginary band-aid on
the imaginary wound, Shortcake head butting Barbie, Barbie kicking
Shortcake's butt.  Finally, Shortcake took Barbie in an imaginary hug.

"I love you, Barbie," Nan said, her eyes sparkling.

"I love you too, Shortcake," I replied, using my own voice.

After an hour or so, I announced it was bedtime.  After we put the dolls
away I clicked off the light as Nan snuggled herself under the top layer
of our pallet.  I joined her, leaving a few inches of space between us 
so I wouldn't get any lewd ideas.  In the dim glow of the nightlight I 
beheld her angelic face, my heart so full of love for her I could hardly
stand it. The thought of her growing up brought tears to my eyes.  I 
wanted her to stay like this forever, and I wanted to be twelve for the 
rest of my life.  If only Peter Pan-- or maybe Patricia Pan, would fly 
through the window and carry both of us off to Never Never Land.  I 
smiled and silently mouthed,"I'll never grow up, never grow up, not me."

I drifted off to sleep.

In my dreams, the pirate captain had me tied to his bedposts.  He 
laughed lewdly as he slowly began stripping off his clothing.  First
the vest.  Next his tunic, but as the rough material slid up his body
I saw, not the chiseled stomach of a fully grown man, but the soft,
smooth belly of a little girl.  The tunic momentarily covered the 
manly, bearded face as it was taken off, and when it fell to the floor I
saw Nan's angelic features.

"Now you're mine, Princess Amy," Nan said with a giggle.

"Oh no, you mustn't," I cried in mock horror as the little pirate girl
climbed between my legs.

"But I must," she exclaimed lustily.  She crawled up the bed, over my 
body, and sat down, her smooth naked thighs straddling my ribs just 
below my tits.  Her lips slowly descended to mine.

"I'll have you any way I please, my little princess."

As her lips touched mine I groaned in passion.  I could smell the
mint toothpaste Nan had used to brush with and bath soap and the last,
lingering scent of the peach lip gloss.  Her tiny tongue softly brushed
my lips, sending heat and electricity through my body.  My lips parted
and her tongue entered, meeting my own.  My tongue explored further,
feeling the warmth of her mouth, her tiny, perfect teeth.

"Oh, god Nan.  Love me.  Please, love me."

Nan's lips left mine and trailed feather light kisses down my chin, my
neck.  Her lips detoured at my chest, the kisses traveling to my small
ice-cream scoop of a breast.  I moaned with need as her lips touched my
already firm nipple.  Her lips and tongue formed a mild vacuum over my 
nip as she began sucking.  She nursed at me, her teeth occasionally 
brushing my hypersensitive skin and sending shockwaves down my spine and
into my cooter.  The feel of her mouth on me was amazing, so real that 
it interrupted the dream.

I opened my eyes.  In the soft glow of the nightlight I saw Nan.  She 
had opened the top two buttons of my nightie and was nursing at me.  
I was already aroused from the dream, but the sight of her lips on my 
body, the feel of her tongue as it sealed her lips around my nipple,
the soft brush of her teeth, it all sent me into an overload of desire.

I moaned Nan's name and rubbed vigorously at my clitty.  It wasn't
enough, my cooter practically burned with need and my vain attempts
to rub myself to orgasm did nothing.  Then I remembered the dildo.

I gently pushed Nan's face from my breast, her lips left my nipple with
a soft pop.  I hugged her to me and kissed her and murmured, "God, 
Nannie, that was so nice.  I need to get something so don't move."

Nan's eyes followed me, her face filled with longing, as I reached for 
my bag and retrieved the vibrating dildo and bottle of lube.

"Amy, what's that," Nan asked, her voice soft and husky.

"It's... something to make me feel nice," I answered as I rejoined her
on our pallet.  I slipped off my Powerpuffs.  The crotch was soaked with
the juice from my desire.  My slit wasn't wet, it was flooded.  I'd 
never imagined that I could produce so much wetness.

Nan looked in wonder at my dripping cooter.

"Did you pee," she asked quietly

"Uh-uh," I mumbled.  "I'm really horny."

Nan looked confused at my statement.

I tried to think of a way to describe my arousal that she would 
understand.  "I need to uh... I need to diddle my cooter so bad it 
hurts."

Nan looked from the sex toy to my slit and back.  "What do you do with 
it?"

"It goes inside."

Nan's eyes grew a little wider and she stared at the dildo.

"It's so big, Amy."

I laughed a little.  "I know.  I'm kinda scared of it."

I laid back, resting my shoulders on the side of Nan's bed.  I spread my
thighs as wide as I could, not just to give myself access to my sopping
hole but also to allow Nan to watch.

I decided to leave the vibrator off for my first experiment with the 
seven-inch-long shaft.  I placed the tip against the lips of my cooter,
then with my other hand spread them open.  The dildo felt odd, cold and 
plastic against my delicate skin.  I gave it a tiny push.

The tip slipped easily into my flooded hole.  I hadn't needed the lube 
after all.  Wait until I tell Elle, I thought.  The dildo felt weird and
right and soft and firm all at once.  I pushed it a little further, 
feeling the entrance of my cooter expand to accept the toy.  It was a 
very nice feeling, I decided, and inserted the dildo, a little bit at a 
time until I felt resistance.

"How much is in," I asked Nan.

She had been watching the entire exercise with an enrapt stare.  She 
raised a hand, the tips of her index finger and thumb less than an 
inch apart.  I was shocked; I had felt sure that I had at least half 
the thing inside me.

"It won't go any farther," I said, uncertain of what was blocking 
entrance to my hole.  Then I remembered Health class.  My hymen.  It was
there, unbroken.

I lie there thinking.  What if I broke it?  Would it hurt?  Would 
anybody know?  Questions flew through my head as I continued holding the
dildo with its tip barely inside me.  Then I thought of Elle.  "It's 
great, Amy." she had said, "You've got to try it."  Did that mean Elle
had done it?  Broken her hymen?  If so, why couldn't I break my own?

I closed my eyes and tried to relax myself.  Then I pushed.  I had to 
push a little harder than before, and I felt a stretching sensation as
the shaft grew larger.  There wasn't much pain at all and I didn't feel
anything ripping down there, so I continued to slowly, ever so slowly
insert the dildo into myself.

I heard Nan gasp as the dildo filled me up.

"Amy, does it feel ok," she asked, her voice concerned and aroused.

I realized that it felt better than ok.  A lot better.

"Mm-hm," I hummed as I slowly slid the shaft out.  As I lie there
diddling myself I could feel every part of my body singing.  The feeling
was wonderfully intense and I began to wonder what it would be like to 
indulge my earlier fantasy.

I took Nan's hand and placed it at the base of the dildo.  Her other 
hand joined it.  I let my own hands fall to my sides as Nan began 
to gently probe my hole.  Seeing her with an expression of intense
concentration and lust on her angelic features was both loveable and
exciting.

I placed two fingers around my clitty and began rubbing myself as Nan
continued diddling me.  The heat in my tummy was flaring and my clitty
was starting to throb. My hips began to match the pace of Nan's probing.
I was gasping, coaching Nan to go a little faster or slower, rubbing and
moaning when the orgasm started to hit, flaring from my tummy to my legs
and arms and head.  It felt as if the top of my head would pop off if 
the waves of pleasure got any stronger.  I clutched at Nan's hands as my
thighs clenched.  An electric shock shot up my spine, causing my head to
whip forward.

I fell to the floor, my head thumping against the pillow.  Nan was there
in an instant.

"Amy?"  Her voice was worried.

"I'm ok, Nannie," I said.

"Super duper ok?"

I laughed hard.  "Yes, I'm super super-duper ok."

Nan's expression turned to desire.

"Do me too?"

I looked at her.  There was no way that I was going to even try to put
seven inches of plastic into her tiny hole.

"I'm sorry Nan, it's too big for you."

Nan looked miserable for all of two seconds, then her eyes lit back up 
and she began rooting around under the comforters.  She resurfaced with
a crayon clutched in her hand.  The crayon she had been using to color 
the mermaid's hair brown.

"This isn't too big," she said.

I took the crayon from her.  The label read, 'Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown'.

"Why you naughty little..."  I couldn't help myself, I had to grin.  
"Ok then, take you panties off, lay on your back and spread your knees.

I couldn't tell if Nan was more happy or excited.  She quickly stripped
her panties down her legs and laid herself on the floor with her knees 
parted.  I got down on the floor between her thighs and spread the lips
of her tiny pussy.  There were tiny drops of moisture there, but nothing
like the copious amounts that had flowed from mine.  

I reached for the little bottle of lube, flipped the cap open and 
squeezed the bottle, allowing a generous amount of the lube to pool in 
the palm of my hand.  Then, after closing the bottle, I used the index 
finger of my other hand to paint the inside of her pussy with the lube.

"That's cold," she complained.

"You've got to be all slippery if I'm going to put anything in there," I
explained to her.

After Nan was good and dripping with lube, I took the flat end of the 
crayon in my teeth and stripped the label off with my clean hand.  I 
took the denuded crayon in my fingers and studied it.  The tip had been
worn down to a round nub from multiple uses.  After I confirmed that 
there were no sharp edges, I dipped it in the lube.  Then I returned my 
attention to Nan.

"Are you ready," I asked.

"Mm, hm."

"Ok, I'm going to put it in.  You tell me if it hurts and I'll take it
out, ok?"

"Ok."  She sounded extremely confidant.  I wished that I shared some of
it.

I placed the crayon at the entrance of her hole and pushed gently.  
Nan's Knees twitched and I stopped.

"Are you ok," I asked

"Mmm."

Her face was serine and her body relaxed.  I pushed a little further.  
The diameter of the crayon was just barely more than that of her hole,
allowing the crayon the slip easily inside her.

"Does it feel nice," I whispered.

"Yeah."

As I continued probing with the crayon, Nan's breathing quickened.  
finally, her hand came down and stopped me.

I removed the crayon from her.  A perverse thought entered my head and I
put the crayon between my lips and sucked it clean.  It tasted vaguely
sweet.

I put the crayon aside and laid down next to Nan.  We wrapped ourselves
up the comforters and cuddled close, Nan's arms around my neck and 
mine around her waist.

At eight o clock the next morning, the door opened and there were Aunt
Nancy and Uncle Vince.  They looked tired, as if they hadn't slept all
night; Aunt Nancy's black dress was wrinkled and there was a stain on 
the front just below the collar.  They were smiling at each other, Uncle
Vince's arm around Aunt Nancy's waist and her fingers gently playing
with his hair.

"Hi," I said happily when I saw them.  I had dressed in my turtleneck 
and jeans and Nan had put on a white tee shirt and denim shorts.  We 
were sitting on the sofa, a couple of empty cereal bowls in front of us 
on the coffee table.

Earlier that morning we had made sure to clean up all the signs of our 
love making; the dildo and lube safely hidden at the bottom of my
overnight bag and the crayon washed clean and returned to its tower.
I never did find the label, though.  Maybe it got pushed up under Nan's
bed.  Or maybe Nan tossed it in the trash.  Who knows.  But I think I'll
remember Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown from now on.

The End


If you enjoyed this story, consider reading the others in this series:

The itch

Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown, Part 1