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Carrie's Seduction
by
Randi Stephenson
"Do you have your sunblock, Carrie?" asked her mom. She
worried about Carrie's fair skin, and Carrie's new, first time
two-piece swimsuit was an invitation to solar disaster. But she
sure looks cute, she said to herself, as ten-year-old Carrie
promptly displayed the bottle of sunblock.
"Lisa, make sure Carrie uses it. And don't let her stay
in the sun without it. Okay, towels, cooler, beach blanket...do
you have every thing?"
"Yes, ma'am." Lisa, Carrie's favorite baby-sitter, nodded
solemnly and shut the hatch on the Suburban. Lisa had been
planning this beach trip for a long time, and had carefully
thought ahead.
"Well, shall we, then?" said Carrie's mom with a bright smile.
The two girls scrambled into the cab of the truck amid laughter
and excited whispers. This was their first trip to the beach
together, without an adult in tow, and they were duly excited.
Carrie's mom was a bit nervous, but she trusted Lisa, who
was mature beyond her sixteen years. Lisa was right, she
thought. I can use a Saturday by myself, and Carrie really does
love the beach. Glancing at the two girls beside her, hand in
hand with their faces pressed to the window, she dismissed her
lingering doubts as so much maternal instinct. "Green is your
color, Carrie," she said to her daughter, finally shaking her
motherly paranoia. "Do you like her new swim suit as much as she
does, Lisa?"
Lisa glanced at Carrie's lithe form next to her. Under
her wrap, Carrie's small body was clad in a demure green two-
piece. The bra fitted closely across Carrie's chest, the thin
lycra hinting at the soft curves that it concealed. The suit
bottom clung to the tops of Carrie's thighs, and the waistband
circled her torso five centimeters below her navel. The crotch
billowed softly, suggesting only a soft outline of Carrie's mons
hidden beneath it.
"Yes, ma'am," came the careful reply. "I think this two-
piece is perfect for her." Lisa had bought it for Carrie, her
ulterior motives delicately hidden under the shy smile that
accompanied the gift when Lisa presented it to Carrie as a token
of friendship. "She is so pretty. I think she was born to wear
green." Lisa hugged Carrie, reaching across her shoulders with
her left hand and sliding her right hand beneath Carrie's wrap to
briefly caress Carrie's mons through her swim suit, then quickly
moving it upwards to tickle Carrie's nearly oval tummy. Carrie,
ticklish to the end, but enjoying the physical attention from her
friend, giggled happily and leaned across the big bench seat to
wrap her arms around her mom's waist. "It's the best swimsuit
I've ever had."
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Lisa contemplated her plans during the rest of the trip to
thebeach. Being a normal sixteen year old girl, she was
naturallycurious about her own sexuality, and had experimented
with sex withthe neighborhood boys since she was Carrie's age.
But the eroticexcitement she felt every time she made it with a
boy had plateaued, and she couldn't recapture the tingly
excitement that she had first felt all those years before. But
Carrie had changed that. Not concerned about labels like
"lesbian" or "dyke", she was only mildly surprised that this
little girl next to her in the truck had rekindled those early
sexual fires. Just looking at her sitting next to her made her
vagina tingle and her nipples harden.
Closing her eyes and crossing her legs tightly, she
remembered back to the first time she baby-sitted Carrie, and the
first time she ever touched her. Lisa was getting Carrie ready
for bed, helping Carrie out of her jumper and into her cute
little-girl nightie. Both girls were on Carrie's bed, with Lisa
sitting behind a kneeling Carrie. Lisa had pulled the bottoms of
Carrie's nightie up over her not-quite non-existent hips, and had
reached around her young friend to turn her to face her. The tips
of her fingers had momentarily brushed Carrie's mons, and then
lingered there. Lisa could see the outline of Carrie's pudenda
against the silk cloth at her crotch, and could feel the swell of
Carrie's labia against her finger tips.
As she slid her hand up across Carrie's stomach to reach
for the tie strings of the nightie's top, she felt a familiar
tingling in the pit of her stomach. She had felt this the first
time a boy had slid his fingers under the waistband of her
panties and gently rubbed her then ten-year-old mons.
Surprised, but excited, Lisa took her time tying the
strings of the top. She enjoyed the feel of Carrie's nipples
through the silk of the nightie's top as she pretended to drop
the strings and then slid her hands across Carrie's chest in
several vain attempts to retrieve the ties. With each stolen
caress, Lisa's excitement grew. This is what she wanted to
recapture, this breathless, tingly feeling washing up from her
vagina and rippling through her body to the tips of her nipples.
Lisa was startled out of her reverie as Carrie's mother
hit the speed bumps in the parking lot at the beach. She
shuddered slightly, and smiled at the damp feeling between her
legs. Feeling her shiver, Carrie said, "Are you cold, Lisa?
It's a really warm day...?" Recovering her composure, Lisa
laughed and said no, she was just thinking about how much fun
they were going to have together today. As Carrie's mother paid
the lot attendant, Lisa put her hand on Carrie's thigh, snugging
the edge of her hand up against Carrie's mons, her little finger
nestled between Carrie's labia. She rested it there,
concentrating on the tingle rising from her own crotch until
Carrie's mother was finished with the attendant. As Carrie's mom
put the Suburban into gear and moved forward, Lisa briefly cupped
Carrie's pudenda in her palm, then slid it up her pelvis to her
bare tummy and tickled her. Oblivious to the intimate caress,
Carrie squealed with delight at Lisa's light-fingered touch on
her stomach.
Carrie's mother drove to the beach side of the parking lot
and parked the Suburban. "Okay, girls...let's unload." Both
girls clambered out of the cab of the truck and ran to the rear.
Carrie's mother opened the rear hatch and climbed into the cargo
compartment to retrieve their beach gear. In a few minutes the
girls were ready to hit the beach. "Now Lisa, you don't have to
baby-sit Carrie tonight if you have other plans. This is nice of
you to watch Carrie for me today, and I can always get Alyx or
Janine to watch Carrie tonight...."
"Oh, mommy, please can it be Lisa? Please? Alyx makes me
watch her stupid TV shows, and Janine is always too busy with
homework to play with me!" Lisa smiled inwardly; she had figured
she'd have to volunteer her services as baby-sitter this evening
in order to consummate her seduction of Carrie.
"Well, it's up to Lisa. If she wants to, then it's all
right with me...Lisa?" Lisa glanced quickly at the pleading
expression on Carrie's angelic little face, and nodded her
assent. "Okay, then. I'll pick you girls up at five o'clock
sharp right here. Be good and have fun." Carrie's mom climbed
back into the Suburban and waved at the two children as she
turned the truck around and headed back out towards the highway.
The two girls turned and headed towards the sound of surf
and the beach. As soon as they reached the sand, Carrie dropped
her gear and made a headlong dash for the waveline. Lisa laughed
and recovered Carrie's abandoned beach bag. Needing a little
privacy for stage one of her seduction, she walked across the
sand towards a small spit of land. The spit was partially
screened from the rest of the beach by some scree and some gently
rolling dunes in the backbeach. Perfect, she thought. If we are
both lying down, nobody can see us, yet I can see over the rocks
and the berm when I want to.
Lisa spread both towels out in a hollow between two rocks,
and set up the beach umbrella to screen them from the sight of
anybody moving along the path at the top of the backbeach. Lisa
felt the tingle beginning again, and softly caressed herself
through her swimsuit. After a few minutes of self-indulgent
touching, she pulled herself together with a firm, "Later!" and
went back to the public area to find Carrie. But first, she
stepped down to the waterline and submerged herself to her
breasts. She climbed out, knowing that the damp spot on her
crotch was now effectively unnoticeable.
As soon as Carrie spotted Lisa, she came running out of
the water. God, she is so pretty, thought Lisa, as the child ran
across the sand. Carrie gave Lisa a wet hug, and Lisa allowed
her hand to slide down Carrie's back to the curve of her little
bottom, and then briefly trailed her finger in the crack between
the cheeks of her tight little derriere. "Okay, young lady,
remember the sunblock. Come on, the stuff's over there."
"Piggy back!" Without waiting for an answer, Carrie
leaped onto Lisa's back, flinging her arms around Lisa's neck and
wrapping her legs around Lisa's waist.
"Hey, you're choking me!" laughed Lisa. "Here, put them
under my arms and around my chest. There. That's better." Lisa
held Carrie's knees in the crook of her elbows, and began to walk
towards where she'd left their gear. As they moved, the heel of
Carrie's left foot pounded rhythmically against Lisa's pudenda
with every step she took. Ohh, that feels good, she said to her
self. It was only about fifty yards to their spot in the rocks,
but by the time they got there, Lisa was becoming thoroughly
aroused. But wait, she told herself, wait just a little while
longer.
"Okay, young lady, it is sunblock time." Lisa poured a
generous dab of sunblock into her hands. With a fiendish grin at
her little friend, she slowly rubbed the sunblock into her palms,
and said, "I hope you are not ticklish!" Lisa giggled, then
feigned terror, swinging her hands to cover her eyes. "Now,
don't worry, Carrie, I'll be gentle."
"Oh, I know you will. It's okay. Here, I'm ready." With
that, Carrie presented herself in front of Lisa, arms out and
legs spread. A bit startled, Lisa was momentarily at a loss.
Need to get her to lie down out of sight, she thought, 'cause
this won't work. Lisa quickly sat down on one of the towels, and
said, "Hey, sweetheart, I'm tired from carrying you. Would you
lie down on your towel, so I don't have to stand up?" The little
girl nodded cheerfully, and joined her friend on the towel.
"Which side first, Carrie? Front or back?"
Without replying, Carrie lay down on her stomach and
closed her eyes. "Okay, back it is. Now be still." From her
sitting position next to the little girl, Lisa leaned across her
body and gently spread Carrie's legs far enough apart to reveal
the crotch panel of Carrie's swimsuit bottom. Lisa was slightly
disappointed that the bottoms had slipped down too far to
delineate her vulva, but she decided she could rearrange the
swimsuit later. She wanted Carrie's suit to be fairly tight
against Carrie's mons when she was ready to move to stage two of
her planned seduction. She knew how excited her own panties made
her when she wore a size too small, and she figured Carrie would
appreciate the same sensations without being too suspicious.
Moving to a kneeling position between Carrie's legs, she said,
"All right, it might be a little cold at first, but it'll warm
up."
Hardly able to control herself, Lisa started with Carrie's
small feet. Bending each leg at the knee to bring Carrie's feet
to chest level on either side of her, Lisa massaged the sunblock
into the soles of Carrie's feet. Lisa kept her eyes planted on
Carrie's crotch as she slowly rubbed her feet. Need to rearrange
that suit bottom, and soon, Lisa said to herself. She added
sunblock to her hands, and slid her hands up to Carrie's calves.
Alternately squeezing the little girl's legs and gliding her
finger tips along them, Lisa gently massaged the sunblock into
Carrie's fair skin.
Lisa continued to eye Carrie's crotch, tantalized by the
thought of what lay concealed behind the slightly billowing
material. With a quick inspiration, Lisa stopped her
ministrations, which had reached the little girl's lower thighs,
and said, "Honey, can you reach the cooler? I need a little
water."
Carrie levered herself up on one arm and reached into the
cooler for a bottle of water. "Here, I'll open it for you."
Carrie quickly twisted the cap off and reached behind her to hand
it to Lisa. Lisa took a quick drink and then exclaimed, "Hey
watch it, it slipped!". She dropped the bottle precisely between
Carrie's thighs about six centimeters from her crotch, and was
rewarded with a squeal from Carrie as the ice cold water spouted
out of the bottle and across Carrie's back.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Here, let me dry you off."
Before Carrie could roll away, Lisa had a towel and was blotting
the water off Carrie's back. As she toweled her back, Lisa used
the towel to catch the waistband of the swimsuit, carrying the
suit much higher up the little girl's hips.
"Ooo, get my front too, Lisa. It's cold!" Carrie pushed
herself to her knees, and Lisa obligingly toweled Carrie's tummy,
making certain to catch the waistband of Carrie's suit bottoms
with the towel. When Carrie finally relaxed and was prone again,
Lisa evaluated the results of her little subterfuge. She was
delighted to see that the crotch panel of the suit was now
pressed tightly against Carrie's pudenda. Carrie's labia gently
swelled against the material, their soft curves revealed to
Lisa's eager eyes.
Lisa reluctantly took her eyes off her little friend's
semi-exposed vulva, and glanced over the rocks and dunes at the
rest of the beach. The coast is clear, she thought, and realized
exactly where that hackneyed phrase originated. She wanted no
interruptions for the next step in her plan. Returning to a
cross-legged position between Carrie's legs, she gently lifted
the little girl's knees onto her own. Carrie was face down in
front of her, her hips and thighs raised slightly off the towel.
Lisa was rewarded with the sight of Carrie's entire pubis, her
vulva straining against the green crotch panel, the material
sagging slightly into the narrow valley between her labia, the
soft round humps of her cute little bottom stretching the suit's
material.
Okay, here we go, Lisa, she said to herself. We want to
excite her without scaring her. Got to be careful. Gently, Lisa
placed her hands around the back of Carrie's left thigh, the
index finger of her right hand just millimeters from the gentle
curves of Carrie's labia. Lisa massaged the sunblock into
Carrie's thigh for nearly a minute. Just a few more seconds, and
then I'll do it. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Lisa
slowly, and ever so gently, brought the back of her right index
finger into contact with the material stretched across Carrie's
labia. Curling her finger slightly, Lisa applied a gentle
pressure to her knuckle and continued massaging Carrie's thigh.
Her knuckle stroked against Carrie's vulva, as Carrie continued
to lay motionless under Lisa's hands. Lisa was nearly beside
herself, but anxiously watched her young friend's face for a
reaction. Carrie remained oblivious to Lisa's gentle finger.
Hmm, she must be used to it, Lisa mused. It must be all
those quick touches I stole since that first night in her
bedroom. She probably doesn't feel threatened by it, because
I've touched her there before without really penetrating her.
Reassured, Lisa carefully switched legs, gently substituting her
left index finger for the right. Lisa brought her right finger
to her mouth and slowly tasted it. There was a faint saltiness,
and she detected the merest hint of Carrie's little-girl musk.
Lisa finished applying the sunblock to Carrie's legs, rolling
over the prone little girl, coming to a kneeling position at her
side.
"Okay, let's do your arms now, honey." Lisa raised the
little girl's arms one at a time, and coated them thoroughly with
the sunblock. Lisa was still mesmerized by the sensations in her
fingers as they'd slowly traveled up and down the crotch of
Carrie's swim suit, the gentle swells of Carrie's vulva and the
curves of her labia gliding by underneath her touch.
Carrie's plaintive "Isn't that enough on my arms, Lisa?"
brought Lisa back to earth.
"Right. Sorry, I was lost in thought. Let's get your
back."
"I'll bet you were thinking about boys," Carrie said
mischievously. "Were you thinking about your boyfriend?"
"No, I was not thinking about my boyfriend. Actually, I
was thinking about a girl."
"Who?"
"Oh, somebody you might know. I'll tell you who later.
Okay, little nosy one?"
Carrie nodded and laid her head back down on the towel.
Lisa noticed that Carrie's legs were still spread, and continued
with her gentle seduction. Lisa dribbled sunblock onto Carrie's
back, drawing a thin line down the length of her spine. With her
left hand she began to gently massage the skin between Carrie's
shoulder blades. Carrie squirmed as the cool sunblock touched
her skin. Lisa boldly cupped Carries bottom with her right hand,
the middle finger searching for and finding her labia and gently,
briefly, pressing between them. "Hold still, so I can spread
this stuff evenly," she said to distract Carrie as she slid her
finger along the length of her vulva. As she removed her hand
from Carrie's crotch, she gave her a light slap on her bottom and
said, "There, we're almost done. Good girl. Now, roll over and
I'll do your front."
Carrie quickly rolled over on to her back, and Lisa
returned to her position between the little girl's legs. Lisa
reached behind her and quickly applied the sunblock to Carrie's
feet and legs. Deciding that she may be giving too much
attention to Carrie's vulva, she completed applying the sunblock
to Carrie's legs without coming near her genitalia. She treated
herself to a long, lingering look at Carrie's deliciously
displayed pudenda, clearly outlined against the thin lycra of
Carrie's suit bottom. Time to go upstairs, Lisa told herself,
anticipating with pleasure the next phase of her plan.
"You know, Carrie, there's one thing about two-piece
swimsuits. They make really noticeable tanlines. That's why I
don't wear them. But if you want to avoid them, you just need to
take your top off for a little each day, so that you tan evenly
all over."
"Take my top off? Now...in public?" The little girl was
obviously very reluctant to do so, and in all honesty, Lisa
couldn't blame her. "What if somebody sees me, Lisa? and tells
my mom? I'll get a spanking for sure...." How do I reassure
her? pondered Lisa, and decided to rely on Carrie's instinctive
innocence.
"Well, here, if you lie down, nobody can see you but me.
I'll take your top off while you are lying down, and you can slip
it back on whenever you want to." Lisa watched the little girl
gather her confidence, and sighed with delight as Carrie gave in
to her gentle urging. Lying back with hands crossed under her
head, Carrie nodded once, but looked decidedly apprehensive.
Lisa quickly straddled the little girl's torso, her mons
resting just a few centimeters above Carrie's. "It's okay,
sweetheart, really. Just relax." Reassured, but still a little
tense, Carrie closed her eyes and waited for Lisa to begin.
Sensing Carrie's tenseness, she marshaled her self-control
and resisted the impulse to immediately remove Carrie's swimsuit
top. Gotta go real slow here, she counseled herself. Lisa
poured sunblock into her hands and rubbed them together.
Realizing that Carrie probably wouldn't notice, Lisa slid the
crotch of her suit to the side and lowered her exposed vulva
gently against Carrie's crotch. The touch of her bare labia
against the little girl's swimsuit-clad mons sent a major wave
gushing through Lisa's body. It started at her clitoris, and
washed all the way through her to her breasts. Oh, I'm in
heaven, thought Lisa, as she felt her nipples come erect against
her swimsuit. Tweaking each one quickly, and shivering at the
sensation, she began to rub the sunblock onto Carrie's bare
tummy.
Lisa spread the sunblock quickly, massaging it gently into
the little girl's tummy. She lingered over Carrie's little
navel, rimming it softly with the tip of her thumb, reminded of
another small opening in Carrie's anatomy that her fingers had
flirted with only a few minutes before.
"Ooooo, that tickles a little, Lisa." Carrie's body
spasmed involuntarily as Lisa's fingers probed her navel, and
Lisa gasped with surprise and pleasure as Carrie arched her back,
forcing her pelvis up against Lisa's. Carrie's mons softly
thrust against hers, sending a ripple of pure pleasure through
Lisa's body.
Oh boy, I don't know if I can stay in control, Lisa
pondered, after the electric tingles stopped coursing through her
body. Time to take my mind of my crotch, and get back to
business, she told herself firmly. I'm trying to seduce her, not
vice versa!
"Carrie, honey, I'm going to take your top off, now. Is
that okay with you?" Carrie opened her eyes, and nodded her head
slowly.
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"Are we alone, Lisa?"
"Yes, Carrie. Ready?"
"Okay."
Leaning forward, Lisa quickly unsnapped the front closure
of the top. She'd hit three stores in the mall before she'd
found a two piece suit in green with a front closure on the top.
She congratulated herself on her patience as she pushed the now-
separated cups to each side, revealing the softly swelling mounds
they'd been concealing. "Now, since you want to tan there, we
shouldn't use sunblock. Hang on while I get some baby oil."
Lisa leaned to the side and retrieved a small bottle out of her
beach bag. As she leaned over, she felt her very wet vagina
relax, and her labia part to partially admit the tip of Carrie's
pubis into her vagina. Oh, I can't stand much more of this, she
thought in panic, as her clitoris came into contact with the
little girl's pudenda. Carry quickly slid herself free of
Carrie, but not before sliding down the length of Carrie's pubis,
letting the lycra crotch panel of Carrie's swimsuit tease her
clitoris.
Lisa reached down to her crotch, resisting the impulse to
plunge her fingers deep into her vagina, and adjusted the crotch
of her swim suit to cover herself. Turning to Carrie, she said
softly, "I'm going to have to really rub this in, so if I tickle
you, I'm sorry. I'll try not to."
Starting at the base of her little-girl breasts, Lisa
coated them with the baby oil. She caressed them slowly,
savoring their resilience, measuring their size with spread
fingers. Carrie's breasts were the size of small limes, little
more than minimal convexities on the planar surface of her chest,
but to Lisa, they were the softest, roundest, most deliciously
curved objects she'd ever felt. And her nipples! Lisa took each
nipple and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers. Over
and over she gently tugged and pulled them, her oil-slick fingers
sliding off them, only to recapture them and gently pinch them
again and again. Very quickly, Carrie's nipples came erect, and
Lisa thrilled to their stiffness as she gently caressed them with
her palms.
Lisa knew that Carrie was aroused now. But would the
little girl become afraid of the sensations flowing through her
ten-year-old body? Lisa remembered her first orgasm, and how
scared and wonderful it made her feel. Deciding against pushing
her too far, she slapped her palms down suddenly on Carrie's
little breasts with their now fully erect nipples, and said
hurriedly, "Okay, Carrie, that it. Time to let them get some
sun."
But Carrie didn't think so. She opened her eyes wide and
said softly, "No, don't stop. Please, Lisa...?" Lisa slid her
hand down to the little girl's mons and cupped it softly, her
fingers gently caressing Carrie's labia through the thin material
of the crotch panel. Lisa gazed steadily at Carrie, seeing the
awakening desire in the little girl's eyes, and realized she'd
succeeded in part one of her seduction.
Lisa thought fast. She knew she'd kindled Carrie's latent
sexuality, which was what she'd wanted to accomplish with this
trip to the beach. She wanted to continue caressing the little
girl in the worst way, but she knew she had to stick to her plan.
She didn't want to get serious with Carrie until she had her at
home, with the doors locked. She needed to keep it light until
then. But how? Lisa didn't trust her own self-control. A
game, she thought. That's it...we need to make this into a game.
Summoning all her will power, Lisa said, "Hey, I have to
stop, 'cause I'm done. However, " she continued with an impish
smile at the little girl, "I'll just have to put more sunblock on
you if it gets washed off." Lisa lurched to her feet, and heaved
a sigh of relief as Carrie, sensing a new game to play, quickly
refastened the swim suit top and stood up.
"Race you to the water!" Carrie shouted, and dashed off
towards the water. Lisa, relieved and frustrated at the same
time, shouted after the running girl.
"Okay, you win. I'll wait for you to come back."
Remember the plan, she repeated to herself, and everything will
be fine.
The rest of the day passed like a dream to Lisa. Carrie
would run down to the water after Lisa covered her with the
sunblock, and come running back as soon as it had washed off.
Lisa's caresses grew more bold as the day progressed. Lisa had
one more item on her agenda, though, and it was a critical one.
So far, Carrie had been a willing, if passive, participant in her
own seduction. Lisa wanted Carrie to be comfortable with a more
active role in their sex play. Glancing up at the position of
the sun, Lisa determined it was time to conclude this portion of
the seduction.
Carrie came running breathlessly back for more sunblock.
Lisa, instead of starting with Carrie's feet, quickly unfastened
Carrie's swimsuit bra and went to work directly on the little
girl's breasts and nipples. Carrie soon become aroused again,
her little nipples stiffening under Lisa's gentle manipulations.
Here we go, thought Lisa.
Lisa slipped her hand under the waistband of Carrie's suit
bottom for the first time that afternoon, stopping when the back
of her fingers brushed against the crotch panel. Lisa delighted
at the feel of the little girl's bare labia sliding across her
palm. With her other hand, she reached beneath Carrie and slid
it under her and then into her suit bottom, across the round
cheeks of her pert little ass, until it met the other hand, which
was now gently squeezing Carrie's mons. Flexing her wrists, Lisa
gently levered the swim suit bottom away from the little girl's
body, letting it slide across the back of her hands, until it
came to rest around Carrie's hips a few centimeters below her
crotch. Lisa gazed at Carries bare pudenda, marveling at how
closely they resembled her own in both size and shape.
"I think we missed a spot with the sunblock, Carrie.
Should I put some there?"
"Please, yes, Lisa, oh yes...." Lisa almost came at the
sound of the innocent desire in Carrie's voice. Lisa slowly
coated the little girl's vulva with baby oil, lightly running her
fingers over Carries's genitalia, pausing often to gently
squeeze and softly rub her labia. Laying her middle finger along
the little girl's vaginal cleft, she nestled it gently between
Carrie's labia with a rocking motion. Lisa was careful not to
penetrate her, wanting to save that particular delight for
later. Instead, Lisa continued to roll her finger from side to
side, watching as Carrie's pre-coital lubrication began to slowly
seep past her finger.
God, she's close, thought Lisa. Let's go for it. Lisa
pulled Carrie's suit bottom up, and refastened the bra across
Carrie's little breasts. Carrie gazed up at Lisa, still
obviously aroused, but unsure what to do now that Lisa had seemed
to stop caressing her. Lisa lay down on her back on the towel
next to Carrie, and said quietly, "My turn."
Carrie understood immediately. Quickly, she straddled
Lisa's body with her knees. Lisa gently pushed Carrie backwards
until the little girl's mons was pressing down on hers. Carrie
looked at the nearly empty bottle of sunblock, and said, "There
isn't much left, Lisa. Where should I start?"
Lisa reached up and tweaked Carrie's nipples through the
swimsuit bra, and said, "Oh, I don't know. You pick a spot," and
then smiled at her.
Taking the hint and leaning forward, Carrie reached for
Lisa's arms, then placed them on the towel beside her body. She
then grasped the shoulder straps of Lisa's one-piece swimsuit and
slid them down Lisa's arms, completely baring Lisa's breasts.
Carrie gazed raptly at them, and placing her hands gently over
them, began to fondle them, squeezing them softly, pushing them
together, and then pulling them apart, over and over.
Lisa enjoyed Carrie's caresses for several moments,
delighting in the unself-conscious way the little girl played
with her breasts and nipples. Just watching Carrie seemed to
increase Lisa's pleasure. After a few more moments, Lisa grasped
Carrie's hands, and said in a whisper, "Aren't you forgetting the
sun block, darling?"
Carrie blushed all the way to her chest, and said meekly,
"Oh. Yeah. Sunblock. Sorry...." Carrie momentarily lifted
herself off of Lisa to reach the bottle. As she started to sit
back down, Lisa reached out with her hand and slid the crotch of
the little girl's swimsuit bottom to the side, then cupped
Carrie's mons.
"There, sweetheart. Now sit down."
Dreamily, Carrie emptied the last of the sunblock into a
small puddle between Lisa's breasts. The little girl spread the
sunblock evenly between the older girl's breasts and began to rub
it in. Lisa focused her awareness on her vagina, and the
delicious sensation of Carrie's bare mons resting in the palm of
her hand. Suddenly, she had an idea. Sliding her hand free,
Lisa began to arch her back rhythmically, the motion causing
Carrie to slide to and fro a few centimeters along Lisa's pelvis.
Lisa was soon rewarded with a small gasp from Carrie as the
friction from her suit against Carrie's exposed labia built up
and increased Carrie's excitement.
Carrie quickly massaged the last of the sunblock into
Lisa's breasts. Lisa wanted to prolong this interlude, but she
noticed that Carrie's gasps were coming more often, and were
starting to sound suspiciously like little moans. Okay, thought
Lisa, time to bring her down a little for the ride home. "That's
the last of the sunblock, sweetheart. Thank you very much for
putting some on me. I really enjoyed it. I think you did too,
you little imp." Lisa reached between Carrie's legs, gently
pinched the little girl's labia, and then slid her swimsuit
bottom back into place. Carrie blushed again, but also smiled
shyly at the older girl. "We have about an hour until your
mother gets here. Why don't you lie down and catch the last of
the sun before we leave?"
Carrie nodded and lay down on the towel, quickly
unfastening her swimsuit's bra. Lisa pulled her own swimsuit
back up over her breasts and moved back into the shade of the
beach umbrella. Carrie looked content, lying on her back on the
towel in the bright afternoon sunshine. After a few minutes,
Carrie's slow, rhythmic breathing told Lisa that the little girl
was sleeping. As Lisa watched, Carrie spread her legs wide,
bending one back under the other. Lisa didn't know how long she
sat there, watching the rise and fall of Carrie's mons in time
with her breathing. Oh, oh my dear, she thought, I can hardly
wait to get you alone tonight....
Lisa gently awakened Carrie with a quick kiss on her lips.
"C'mon, sleepyhead. It's almost five. Time to meet your
mother." The two girls quickly packed up their gear. Lisa
smiled hazily as she remembered the feel of Carrie's nipples
stiffening under her excited caresses. She'd managed one more
series of quick caresses after Carrie had awakened. Worried that
the baby oil would stain the swimsuit's top, Lisa had carefully
removed all traces of the oil from Carries breasts with a wet
wipe. When she'd finished, Lisa lightly tweaked each nipple, and
told Carrie to put her top on.
The two girls arrived at the designated spot in the
parking lot just as Carrie's mother pulled though the gate.
Carrie's mother had exchanged the Suburban for a small Nissan
pick-up. "Throw your stuff in the bed, girls. Carrie's dad
needs the big truck to tow his friend's boat, so we are going to
have to squeeze in here." Lisa immediately spoke up.
"That's all right...Carrie can sit on my lap on the way
home." The prospect of Carrie's tight little ass rubbing against
her crotch on the way home made Lisa start to tingle. Lisa
climbed into the bucket seat on the passenger side, and helped
Carrie in on top of her.
"Buckle the seatbelt across both of you, Lisa.
There...that's good." Lisa had retained her towel, which she now
strategically spread across Carrie's lap. As the pickup hit the
first series of speed bumps on the way out of the lot, Lisa slid
her hands under the towel and let them come to rest on the
insides of Carrie's thighs. With the next bumps disguising her
motions, she slid them backwards until her thumbs were nestled
against the little girl's mons. Lisa could feel Carrie's labia
move beneath the thin fabric of her swim suit each time the
pickup hit a bump in the road. Lisa slowly applied pressure to
Carrie's mons, gently squeezing her labia between the edges of
her thumbs. Carrie soon leaned her head back against Lisa's
breasts, and began to thrust her pelvis forward rhythmically
against Lisa's hands. All the way home, Lisa gently toyed with
Carrie's labia, squeezing them and then stroking them with her
fingers.
"Okay, we're home." Carrie's mom steered the pickup into
the garage. In the semi-darkness of the garage, Lisa waited
until Carrie's mother exited the truck. Lisa gently cupped
Carrie's mons in her palm and slid her hand under Carrie's top to
cradle her left breast, capturing the nipple between her middle
and index fingers. Rubbing Carries's nipple gently and squeezing
her mons, Lisa whispered in her ear. "I've gotta go home and
change, and get a present for you. Do you still want me to baby-
sit you tonight?" Lisa held her breath as she waited for the
answer. Carrie wiggled her bottom, and thrust her mons against
Lisa's hand. Lisa felt more than saw Carrie nod, and giving the
little girl's mons a final, gentle squeeze, slipped out from
underneath her and stepped down onto the garage floor.
Lisa grabbed her beach bag out of the back of the truck,
and slipped under the closing garage door. As she ran home, her
mind was filled with thoughts about the coming evening. At home
she quickly ran into her bedroom, removed her swimsuit, and
rapidly brought herself to the orgasm she'd been postponing all
day, fantasizing about Carrie's enticing little body and what she
planned to do with it that night.
* * *
"Oh, hi, Lisa. You are right on time, as usual. Come in,
dear." Lisa had arrived at Carrie's house precisely at 7:45.
Carrie's mother met her at the door with coat and hat in hand.
"I hope the cab company is a punctual as you are, Lisa. What's
in the box, dear?"
She was referring to the neatly wrapped box tucked under
Lisa's arm. Lisa smiled brightly and replied, "A present for
Carrie. A new nightie. Do you have time to look at it?"
"Oh, no dear, I'll look at it tomorrow. Carrie's taking a
shower, and I don't think she's quite ready for bed yet. She
seems a bit excited. Oh, there's my cab. The usual rules, Lisa.
But if you want to let Carrie stay up a little later than usual,
that's okay. Gotta go now, Lisa. I'll be back about two AM."
Carrie's mom called out good-bye to her daughter, gave
Lisa a quick buss on the cheek, and left in the cab a few moments
later.
Lisa walked in to the living room and set her package on
the coffee table. Walking over to the windows, she closed the
vertical blinds, then walked back to the front door and secured
the deadbolt. Rules are rules, she whispered to her self. And
rule number one for tonight was "Be confident." Don't lose your
nerve half way. Lisa thought back to the sight of Carrie topless
on the beach, to the feel of her nipples as Lisa gently teased
them. She remembered how she'd wanted to slip her fingers past
the little girl's bathing suit and gently probe her vagina and
rectum. Suddenly, she was on fire again, all doubts about her
plans for the evening melting in a blaze of lust.
Lisa sat quietly on the couch and contemplated her navel
for several minutes, trying to compose herself. Slowly, she
became aware of Carrie standing in front of her, clad in a big,
fluffy bathrobe.
"Oh, hi there, sweetheart. I didn't hear you come in."
Leaning forward on the couch, she took the package from the
coffee table and handed it to Carrie. "Here you go, Carrie. I
hope you like it."
"Oh, thank you, Lisa. Will you tell me what it is? Or
must I guess?"
"Silly goose, you don't have to guess. Just open it. But
I'll tell you what it is. It's a new nightie. And it's much
more suited to the summer than that heavy silk one you have. If
you want, you can put it on right now. And don't worry, that
doesn't mean you have to go to bed. It's up to you."
"Oooh, neat! I'll wear it with my new panties!" Lisa
laughed as Carrie disappeared up the stairs leading to the
bedrooms, shedding the robe on the bottom tread, and tearing open
the package as she took the stairs two at a time.
"Be careful, Carrie, it's very delicate," she yelled after
her.
While she waited for Carrie to come back down, Lisa
prepared her self for the final phase of Carrie's seduction.
Moving over to the love seat on the other side of the living
room, Lisa took a few small items out of her purse and arrayed
them on a side table next to the love seat. Knowing that Carrie
would be curious about them, and perhaps a little apprehensive of
them if she prematurely discovered their purpose, Lisa covered
them with her handkerchief.
"Here I come, Lisa. Close your eyes until I say open
them."
"Okay, they're closed."
Lisa listened for Carrie's footsteps down the staircase.
She soon heard Carrie's bare feet slap softly onto the tiled
landing.
"Okay, open your eyes, Lisa."
Carrie's new nightie was all billowing satin and gilded
lace. Motioning for Carrie to turn slowly in place, Lisa took it
all in. The top hung loosely across Carrie's shoulders, the
neckline plunging in a deep arc across the little girl's chest.
It was secured across her ribs by a series of five silk ties.
The brown half-moons of her aureoles were just visible above the
lace along the neckline. Two more silk ties secured it across
Carrie's shoulders. The bottom edge hung just even with the tip
of Carrie's pubis, enticingly revealing and then concealing the
little girl's panties as it swayed against Carrie's hips.
"Now come over hear and sit next to me so I can look at
your new panties too," Lisa said, coyly. The little girl eagerly
snuggled against her friend, the edge of the nightie riding up
over the panties. Lisa slid her right arm around Carries waist,
and with her left hand, lifted Carrie's left leg onto her lap,
seductively exposing even more of Carrie's new panties to her
gaze.
Lisa examined the panties closely. The panties were not
demure, but not overtly suggestive, either. They were brief, but
not too brief. The triangular piece of cotton clung softly to
Carrie's mons, the swell of her vulva nicely defined by the
nearly translucent material. The crotch was a two-centimeter-
wide strip that barely covered the tip of the little girl's
pubis, clinging intimately to the edges of her labia, then
disappearing into the cleft between the cheeks of her round
little bottom.
"I really like your new panties, Carrie. They are very
pretty, and so are you. Do you like them as much as I do?"
Carrie nodded blissfully, and snuggled even closer to Lisa.
Lisa reached up to the lamp on the side table, and turned down
the rheostat, reducing the illumination to a pool of soft light,
and plunging the rest of the room into semidarkness. "Now tell
me, do you remember today at the beach?" Carrie nodded, and then
blushed. "Did you enjoy our little game?"
"Oh yes, Lisa!"
"Well, then, let's keep playing, then, okay?" Lisa
reached under the handkerchief on the table and brought out a
bottle of scented body oil. "Here, how does this smell?" Lisa
opened the bottle and brought it close to the little girl's
nostrils.
"Mmmm, like honey, and cinnamon, and lemon."
"Shall I rub some on for you?" Carrie just nodded
quickly.
"Can I put it anywhere I want to?" Again, Carrie nodded
quickly.
"Anywhere, sweetheart? Are you sure?"
Carrie looked up at Lisa, and said softly, "Oh yes,
anywhere. Please, start now, start now."
Lisa undid the silk ribbons across Carrie's shoulders and
let the top fall open. One by one, she undid the five silk
ribbons that closed it across Carrie's ribcage, remembering the
first time she'd done this, nearly six months ago. But tonight
is different, she told herself happily, I can finish what I
started. Lisa worked steadily at the double bow knots that
Carrie had made with the ties, pausing briefly ever so often to
slide her hand under the neckline and briefly caress Carrie's
breasts. Carrie responded almost immediately, her nipples coming
to attention before Lisa had untied even the third tie.
Carrie finished with the last tie, and parted the top,
completely exposing the child's small breasts. Lisa poured some
body oil into the palm of her hands, and then rubbed them
together for several moments. Lisa started directly with
Carrie's taught nipples, gently rolling them between her fingers
like she did at the beach. She worked the oil into the aureoles
that haloed each nipple for several minutes, delighting in the
way the oil made them glisten.
After a few more moments of caressing Carrie's breasts
with her palms and fingers, Lisa announced softly, "Time for
something a little different, Carrie dearest." Carrie opened her
eyes questioningly. "I promise you'll like it," Lisa responded.
Turning so that she was lying on her side in the love seat
next to Carrie, Lisa lifted Carrie's left leg off her hip and
placed it gently on the love seat next to her right leg. Lisa
ducked her head under Carries's arm, nuzzling the little girls
arm pit. Her eyes were now level with the tips of Carrie's
nipples. Reaching over Carrie's shoulder with her right hand,
Lisa gently cupped Carrie's left breast with the edge of her
forefinger and thumb. Leaning forward, Lisa placed her tongue
against Carrie's side just beneath her left breast, and slowly
moved it towards the nipple. When Lisa's tongue finally reached
Carrie's nipple, Lisa closed her mouth over it and began to
gently suck it. Simultaneously, she shifted her body so that she
was now kneeling upright between Carrie's legs. Reaching between
their two bodies with her free hand, Lisa began to caress the
little girl's labia through her cotton panties.
Lisa sucked gently on the nipple, pausing to softly tug it
with her lips. Each time she paused, Lisa squeezed Carrie's
labia. Under this twin stimulus, Carrie's nascent libido
ignited, sending a warm rush of pleasure through her ten-year-old
body. Lisa decided it was time to give Carrie her first orgasm
of the night. Lifting her mouth away from Carrie's nipple, but
continuing to caress her labia and mons through the panties, Lisa
whispered, "Do you know what an orgasm is?"
"No...."
A thin arc of saliva had formed between Lisa's lower lip
and the little girl's glistening aureole. Lisa licked it off
and then said softly, "Time you found out. It is so wonderful.
Don't fight it. Just let it happen, okay?" Lisa placed her
tongue against the other nipple, and circled it slowly, then
flicked it gently with the tip of her tongue several times,
repeating this process again and again. At the same time, she
slid her thumb and forefinger under the edge of the crotch of
Carrie's panties, and pulled the material together. With a
gentle upward tug, the panties slid between Carrie's external
labia and came to rest against the little girl's sensitive inner
labia. Lisa's right hand slid from it's position cradling
Carrie's breast, and joined its partner down by Carrie's mons.
Softly, Lisa closed Carrie's outer labia around the material,
holding her labia in place with a slight pressure from her index
finger and thumb. With her left hand, she continued to tug and
release the panties.
Carrie's body was on fire. Lisa's lips and tongue on her
nipples sent a whirlpool of sensation arcing out from her
breasts, and her panty's intimate friction against her inner
labia felt strangely wonderful. The pleasure grew and grew,
spiraling outward on an axis between her breasts and vagina.
Carrie closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the wonderful
sensations coursing through her body.
None of this was lost on Lisa. She saw Carrie close her
eyes, and could detect with her busy hands the tell-tale muscular
contractions in Carrie's vaginal walls that signaled an
approaching orgasm. Sensing the peak, she felt Carrie's body go
suddenly rigid. Lisa took all of Carrie's little breast into her
mouth, sucking on it as hard as she could.
Carrie groaned with pleasure as she felt her breast
engulfed by her friend's mouth. The groan grew louder, turning
into a scream as Carrie's first orgasm shattered through her
mind.
Lisa released Carrie's breast, and gently extracted the
now-wet cotton panties from between Carrie's labia. Lisa
rearranged Carrie's panties back to their normal position,
letting the palm of her hand rest lightly on top of them against
Carrie's mons. Carrie's breathing was almost back to normal when
Lisa said, "I knew you'd like it, darling. And that is only one.
I'll do it to you again, in a minute. Tell me when you are
ready."
Lisa squeezed Carrie's mons, eliciting a low moan from
Carrie, and then stood up and began to undress. She removed her
blouse and bra, and then slid her skirt to the floor, deciding to
retain her panties a little while longer. By the time she'd
gathered her discarded clothes together, Carrie had completely
recovered from her orgasm and was now watching her intently.
"Ready, sweetheart?"
"I think so, Lisa. That was so incredible!"
"I know, darling. I'm so happy that I could give you so
much pleasure. This time will be even better. Did you like the
way I used my tongue on your breasts and nipples?"
"Oh, yes, Lisa. They still tingle a little. Please do it
again; it felt so good...."
"I will, but I'm going to use my mouth on something else
of yours. But don't worry...I have something here to take care
of your nipples while my tongue is busy elsewhere. Now, I want
you to lie back against the cushions." As Carrie shifted
position on the love seat, Lisa retrieved two items from under
the handkerchief. They were plastic clamps. The jaws were held
together by semicircular metal rings that passed through the
handles of the clamps, and which were attached to the outer side
of each jaw just forward of the fulcrum.
Carrie eyed the clamps apprehensively, but relaxed when
Lisa fixed one to one of her own nipples as a demonstration.
Lisa knelt beside Carrie, and gently started to rub her
breasts with her free hand. Carrie's nipples erected
immediately, and Lisa gently affixed a clamp to each one, letting
the clamps close slowly but snugly against their prisoners.
"Are they too tight, Carrie? I can loosen them a little
if you want...."
"No, they feel good. Different than your fingers, but
still good."
"Okay then. Ready for round two?"
Carrie blushed, but eagerly nodded her head.
Lisa raised Carrie's left leg and draped it over the back
of the loveseat. She then moved between Carrie's spread thighs,
and laid down on her stomach, her face just a few centimeters
from the little girl's panty-clad vulva. Turning her head to the
side, Lisa opened her mouth and closed it gently against the
tendon on the inside of Carrie's thigh. At the same time, she
slid one hand along Carrie's other thigh, moving it upwards into
the little girl's crotch. With her leg thrown over the back of
the love-seat, Carrie's entire vulva and her little rectum were
available to Lisa. Lisa kissed and tongued the inside of
Carrie's thighs, using her fingers to caress Carrie's mons and
softly probe her little bottom through her panties.
After several minutes, Lisa whispered to her softly, "Time
for your panties to come off, little one. Are you ready?"
Carrie nodded. Lisa grasped the waistband of the panties with
both hands, easing them down her hips until they rested across
the tops of her thighs.
Lisa gazed at Carrie's bare mons, then shifted her eyes
upwards, watching Carrie's breasts rise and fall with her
breathing. Lisa again laid herself down between Carrie's thighs.
Lisa was in heaven, knowing she only had to reach out with her
tongue to taste Carrie. Returning her hands to Carrie's bare
mons, she resumed her delicate caresses. After a few minutes,
unable to resist further, Lisa shifted forward and began to lave
the little girl's labia with her tongue. Carrie responded
immediately by raising her hips, pressing her mons against Lisa's
mouth. Lisa gently forced first her tongue, then her lips past
Carrie's outer labia, and started to suck on the sensitive tissue
of her inner labia as soon as she could reach them with her
mouth. As Carrie's pressed her hips harder and harder against
Lisa's face, Lisa's probing tongue found Carrie's clitoris. Lisa
flicked it rapidly with the tip of her tongue, feeling Carrie's
pelvis begin to writhe in ecstasy. Fastening her lips around the
little button, Lisa sucked it gently, teasing it out of its hood,
and then nibbled it with her lips.
While Lisa's lips and tongue were busy with Carrie's
clitoris, Lisa's fingers had worked their way deep into the cleft
of Carrie's globular little bottom. Now, with her little finger
lightly resting on Carrie's anus, Carrie applied pressure, and
forced the tip of her finger past Carrie's sphincter and into her
rectum, stopping at the first knuckle when she heard Carrie gasp
with surprise at this intimate invasion.
Lisa sucked harder and harder on the little girl's
clitoris, and wiggled her finger from side to side, forcing
Carrie's anus to widen and admit more of her finger into her
rectal canal. Lisa sensed Carrie's impending orgasm, and judging
her moment, sucked Carrie's clitoris between her teeth, and then
gently bit down on it.
Carrie's world exploded in an incandescent flash of
pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy engulfed her body, every
fiber of her being vibrating. Lisa watched Carrie's body shiver
and shake as the orgasm took her, moving quickly to cradle the
little girl in her arms as the orgasm ravished her body.
Carrie was unable to speak for several minutes. Lisa
gently caressed her, hugging her closely and tenderly, until
finally, the last waves of passion dissipated, and Carrie
regained control of her voice.
"Oh Lisa, I can't describe it. It was so, so...oh I can't
describe it. So...beautiful. Like Heaven. And you made it
happen. Oh, I love you so much, Lisa. Will you take me there
again? Please?"
Lisa put her fingers to Carrie's lips. "Shh, little one.
I love you, too, very much. Yes, it is like being in a beautiful
place, one that you feel with your body, instead of seeing with
your eyes. We'll go back there, sweetheart, real soon. Just lie
still and rest. But let me take the clamps off now, so the blood
can flow. Now, your nipples are going to ache a little as the
blood starts circulating again, but it won't last long. Okay?"
Carrie nodded, and Lisa removed the clamps. She massaged the
little girl's nipples to help reestablish the circulation. Under
Lisa's tender fingers, the pain attenuated rapidly.
"Now, sweetheart, I need to pee. When I come back, we'll
begin again."
"Oh Lisa, can I come with you? Please?" Her modesty
getting the better of her, she quickly added, "I won't watch,
honest. I just want to stay with you right now."
"You can watch me if you want to, sweetheart. I won't
mind. Do you need to pee, too? Carrie realized she did, and
nodded. "Well, I would like to watch you pee, Carrie." Pulling
Carrie's panties up, Lisa took the little girl by the hand to
lead her to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Lisa started to pull her panties down,
but stopped when Carrie grabbed her hand.
"Here, Lisa, let me do it for you. I'm going to pretend
I'm your Mommy." Delighted at the new twist in their sex play,
Lisa quickly nodded her assent.
"Spread your legs a little, Lisa." Carrie grabbed the
waist band of Lisa's panties and pulled them slowly down,
stopping when they were half way down Lisa's thighs to shyly
reach out and touch Lisa's mons. Lisa indulged the little girl,
letting her tentative touch send shivers from her vagina to her
nipples. Carrie took her time, but eventually finished pulling
them all the way down to Lisa's ankles. "Okay, step out." Lisa
daintily stepped out of her panties and stood in front of the
toilet. "Put the seat down, and then sit down." Lisa quickly
complied. "Okay. You can start to pee now, Lisa. Make sure it
goes down in to the bowl."
Lisa enjoyed the game that Carrie had started, and easily
moved into her role as a little girl being potty-trained. "Help
me make it stay in the toilet, Mommy," she said in her best
little-girl voice.
Carrie giggled and said, "Now Lisa, how many times do I
have to show you? Put your hands on your legs, and hold it until
I tell you." Stepping to Lisa's side, Carrie reached down
between Lisa's legs, using her fingers to gently probe Lisa's
pudenda for the tip of her urethra. When she found it, she
pushed it downward with the tips of two fingers. "You may let it
go now, Lisa."
Lisa emptied her bladder, enjoying the sensation of
Carrie's fingers where they touched her sensitive labia.
"Now, wipe yourself. Oh, here, I'll do it," Carrie said
in mock impatience. Tearing a single sheet from the roll of
tissue, Carrie gently rubbed it across Lisa's urethra. "Now,
flush."
"Well, thank you, Carrie. Since you were nice enough to
help me, I'm going to help you." Remembering the faintly
unpleasant taste of Carrie's vagina, she added, "But sit facing
the toilet, okay?"
"Okay, but why?"
"Because I'm going to give you a douche, little girl."
And an enema, she added to herself, as she spied the
ubiquitous red bag hanging in the shower. "I want you squeaky
clean when we start playing again, so I'm going to give you an
enema, too."
Not knowing what a "douche" or an "enema" was, but
trusting Lisa implicitly, Carrie looked expectantly at Lisa.
"You pee, and I'll be right back," said Lisa as she walked
through the door and headed back to the living room. In the
living room, Lisa dug through her purse and retrieved a packet of
Summer's Eve, an applicator bottle, and a small tube of KY jelly.
Lisa was very conscientious about her body, and always carried an
assortment of tampons and other personal hygiene items around
with her. She also picked up one of the little clamps, and after
applying it to the nipple of her right breast, walked back to the
bathroom.
Back in the bathroom, Lisa turned on both taps in the
sink, and adjusted the temperature of the water until it was nice
and warm. She then emptied the contents of the packet into the
applicator, and filled it from the running faucet. She screwed
the applicator tip into place, and swirled the plastic bottle
until the Summer's Eve had completely dissolved. Next, she
filled the enema bag at the faucet, and closing the valve at the
bottle's neck, hung it by its plastic hook on the towel bar above
the toilet. She quickly searched the vanity, and located the
bag's accompanying hose and nozzle. Remembering her hygiene,
Lisa rapidly found a bottle of rubbing alcohol and sterilized
both her own douche applicator and the enema nozzle. Lisa
inserted one end of the rubber hose into the receptacle on the
bag, and then screwed the nozzle into the other end. Ready at
last, Lisa knelt on the tile floor next to Carrie, and explained
to the little girl exactly what she had in mind.
Not really comprehending, but understanding that Lisa
would soon be touching her again, she told Lisa, "Yes, I want you
to do it," when Lisa had given her a chance to say no. Carrie
suddenly realized that was why she trusted Lisa so much. Lisa
always let Carrie in on what she was doing, and never forced her
to do anything against her will.
"Okay, darling, first the enema, and then the douche."
Lisa slid the little girl's panties down, helping her step out of
them. Now, sit on the toilet facing the tank, and hold the tank
with your hands for balance." Lisa squeezed a dab of KY jelly on
the enema nozzle and proceeded to coat it with a thin layer of
the lubricant. The nozzle was less than half a centimeter in
diameter and about ten centimeters long. Lisa placed the tip
against Carrie's anus, and with a slow steady, pressure, inserted
it into the little girl's rectum. Lisa carefully adjusted it's
angle of entry, bringing the tip against the interior ventral
surface of her rectal canal. Carrie could feel it gliding deep
into her, and after the initial discomfort, relaxed and enjoyed
the sensation of something moving around inside her. When the
nozzle was completely inserted into Carrie's rectum, Lisa reached
over the little girl's head and opened the bag's valve.
Carrie gasped as the warm liquid flowed into her. As the
water poured into her, Carrie began to feel bloated, but not
uncomfortably so. The warm water filled her rectum and her
bowels, increasing Carrie's sense of fullness. Lisa reached
around to Carrie's tummy, and began to press on it. Carrie could
feel the warm water begin to slosh in response, and squirmed
happily.
"There, now for your little vagina." Kneeling behind
Carrie now, Lisa picked up the applicator and quickly gave it a
thin coat of lubricant. Reaching around the little girl and down
into her crotch, she gently pried her labia apart and introduced
the applicator into Carrie's vagina. Lisa gently squeezed the
bottle, sending a gusher of fluid against the walls of her
vagina. Lisa moved the applicator gently upwards in Carrie's
vaginal cleft, making room for the liquid to run out. When it
stopped dripping, she slid it back down and squeezed it again,
sending another shower of fluid into the little girl. The
repeated movement of the bottle between her sensitive labia
aroused Carrie, and Lisa was not really surprised to see Carrie's
nipples come firmly erect. Lisa ducked her head first under one
of Carrie's arms and then the other, caressing each nipple and
breast with her lips and tongue. By keeping the tip of the
applicator carefully away from Carrie's clitoris, Lisa was able
to keep the little girl in mild state of arousal without sending
her over the edge into another orgasm.
Soon the douche bottle was nearly empty. Lisa slipped it
out of the little girl's vagina, and then with a piece of toilet
paper, gently dried her urethra, where the spent douche had
trickled down. Standing up, she checked the enema bag, mildly
surprised that Carrie had taken the entire capacity of the bag
into her body.
"Okay, now, Carrie, I'm going to take the nozzle out of
you. When I do, you are going to feel like you need to do a
number two. Just let it happen -- don't resist the urge.
Understand?" Carrie nodded, and Lisa eased the nozzle out of her
rectum. As soon as it was clear of her anus, Carrie's bowels
began to spasm, forcing the water out of her in a steady stream.
Lisa quickly reached down to the little girl's mons and gently
stroked it, knowing that it would increase her arousal. When the
stream slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped, Lisa dried
Carrie's bottom off with a wash cloth, then pulled her to her
feet.
"There now, Carrie. How do you feel?"
"I feel all tingly inside now, Lisa. Can we go play
again?"
"Oh yes, sweetheart. But we are through playing around.
I'm going to make love to you now, babydoll. Let's go up to your
bedroom." Lisa lifted Carrie up, and cradling the naked child
tenderly in her arms, carried her up the stairs and into her
bedroom. Lisa placed Carrie gently down on her bed, and then
climbed in next to her.
"Up until now, I've just been playing with you,
sweetheart. I enjoyed it, and I know you did too. But now, I'm
going to love you like I've wanted to since the first time I
touched you. Come here sweetheart, and love me, too."
"Oh, yes, Lisa, yes, I want you to love me," was Carrie's
breathless response.
"I will, little one."
Lisa pulled Carrie into a kneeling position in the center
of the bed, and then kneeled down behind her. Placing Carrie's
hands on the tops of Carrie's thighs, Lisa then leaned forward
over Carrie's left shoulder. She tilted Carrie's head back, and
gently turned it towards her. "Shut your eyes now, sweetheart,
and kiss me." Lisa brushed her lips against Carrie's, lightly at
first, and then more and more firmly. With her tongue, she
parted the little girl's lips and then slipped it past her teeth
until she could feel Carrie's tongue. Probing softly, Lisa
explored the inside of Carrie's mouth. Lisa was thrilled when
Carrie slipped her own tongue past Lisa's and into Lisa's mouth.
As they kissed, Lisa's hands began to go to work on
Carrie's body. Lisa gently stroked Carrie's tummy, starting just
above her mons, and ending against the underside of the little
girl's breasts. Lisa gradually extended the upward portion of
her caresses until Lisa could cup Carrie's breasts in her palms.
Oh, how soft they are, she thought, as she began to rub them
gently side to side. Carrie's nipples came instantly erect
against Lisa's palms. Lisa squeezed and massaged the soft mounds
of flesh, using the tips of her fingers to gently pull her
breasts outwards, and then flatten them to her chest with her
palms. Over and over, in a delicious cycle, Lisa massaged
Carrie's breasts.
Lisa then began to concentrate on Carrie's nipples. Lisa
slid her fingers down to the nipples and grasped them gently
between her thumb and forefinger. She moved them in tiny circles
at first, barely disturbing the flesh of her breasts. Slowly,
she increased her grip and began to move Carrie's nipples in ever
widening circles, carrying Carrie's breasts along with them.
Carrie loved the tension in her breasts, and felt a small orgasm
ripple through her.
Lisa slowly released the pressure on Carrie's nipples,
spiraling her breasts gently down again against her little chest.
She squeezed each one tenderly, and then slid her hands down to
Carrie's mons. With her knee, she coaxed Carrie's legs wider,
feeling Carrie's labia spread apart. Grasping the folds of
Carrie's labia with her finger tips, she began to stroke them by
gently pulling them upwards and apart, letting them slide between
her finger tips for several centimeters of their length, and then
releasing them and starting again. Each time Lisa stroked her
labia, Carrie would thrust her pelvis forward in an attempt to
keep them in contact with Lisa's fingers. Lisa gently teased the
little girl in this manner for a long time.
As Lisa continued to stroke Carrie's labia, she disengaged
from their kiss, and nuzzled Carrie's ear. Reaching out with her
tongue, she probed the ear gently, tracing its folds with the tip
of her tongue, occasionally pausing briefly to nibble at the
earlobe with her lips. After several moments, Lisa whispered,
"I'm going to put my fingers inside of you now, Carrie dear.
Spread your knees wider, honey." Letting go of Carrie's mons,
Lisa reached up and tilted Carrie's head back again, and again
captured Carrie's mouth with her own.
Lisa placed her right hand under Carrie's bottom, slipping
it forward until her middle finger was resting lightly in the
cleft of her labia. Next, Lisa reached around Carrie's torso
with her left hand, and slid it down her pelvis until she could
feel the middle finger of her other hand. With her left hand,
guided by her sense of touch, she felt for, and found, the top of
Carrie's vagina beneath the folds of her almost completely parted
labia.
Knowing from her own experience that it would be gentler
on Carrie to penetrate the little girl's vagina from below, Lisa
began to slide her middle finger slowly back and forth between
Carrie's labia. Lisa didn't try to force her way in, knowing
that Carrie's vagina would soon relax and admit her finger
easily. Judging by the dampness she felt, she knew it wouldn't
take long. And it didn't. In just a few moments, Carrie's
vagina relaxed, her labia parting completely, allowing Lisa's
finger to slip into the little girl's vagina. Carrie's only
response was to gasp once as she was penetrated for the very
first time.
Lisa's finger pushed deeper into Carrie's vagina. Lisa
pushed it in slowly, not wanting to rupture the thin mucous
membrane of Carrie's hymen. She knew that her finger was smaller
than a boy's penis, and if she was careful, she could slide right
by it without damaging it. Sure enough, her finger was soon
completely inside Carrie, her hymen safely bypassed. Lisa slowly
backed her finger almost all the way out, and then, slightly
faster this time, reinserted it. She swiftly backed it out, and
even more swiftly plunged it in. Spontaneously, Carrie moved her
hips and pelvis in counterpoint to Lisa's steady thrusts. Carrie
matched the first several thrusts precisely, but soon began to
accelerate, her hips and pelvis driving down against Lisa's
finger faster and faster in a rapidly building frenzy.
Lisa again broke their kiss, and said gently, "Slow down,
Carrie dear. Not so fast. Steady, sweetheart, just a steady
rhythm. Let my hand do most of the work." Carrie's wild thrusts
began to attenuate, and in a few moments, Lisa felt Carrie relax
into a steady rhythm. "There, that's right. Nice and slow and
steady. Good girl."
Lisa now used the fingers of her left hand to penetrate
Carrie from the top. With her labia spread wide, and her vagina
nearly completely relaxed, Lisa was easily able to push her thumb
and forefinger far enough into Carrie to reach her little
clitoris. When she did reach it, she began to pinch it
delicately in time with the upward motion of her middle finger
and the corresponding downward thrust of Carrie's pelvis.
Again, Carrie began to accelerate, and again, Lisa reigned her in
with gentle reassurances.
Lisa realized that there was a limit to Carrie's self-
control, and Carrie was nearly there. Time to push you over the
top, little one. I'm going to make this orgasm the best one yet.
Lisa removed her fingers from Carrie's clitoris, and reaching to
her own breast, removed the clamp that she'd placed there.
Carefully, Lisa inserted the clamp into Carrie's vagina, first
feeling for her clitoris, and then gently guiding the clamp
towards it. Lisa carefully adjusted the position of her middle
finger, and as she opened the clamp, she used her repositioned
finger to guide Carrie's clitoris between the clamp's jaws.
Almost without missing a beat, she repositioned her finger, and
then let the clamp close against the little girl's clitoris.
This sudden new pressure on her clitoris was much more than what
Lisa's fingers had provided, and Carrie moaned loudly, nearly
losing her composure as her pleasure increased by several orders
of magnitude. Lisa then raised her left hand to Carrie's mouth,
and whispered into the little girl's ear.
"Open your mouth, honey, and suck my finger." Carrie closed her
lips around Lisa's proffered finger, and began to suck it with
wild abandon. "That's it baby, get it good and wet." Lisa let
Carrie suck on it several moments. While Carrie continued to
suck it, Lisa moved around in front the little girl. Lisa timed
her move, letting her finger slip free of Carrie's vagina at the
top of Carrie's upward motion, and quickly reinserting it from
the front as Carrie plunged down.
Lisa slid her finger out of Carrie's mouth. It glistened
with a combination of Carrie's vaginal lubrication and saliva.
Reaching behind the little girl, she placed it against her anus,
moving it up and down with the little girl, waiting for Carrie's
orgasm to peak. In a few seconds, Lisa sensed it starting.
Carrie had closed her eyes, and had suddenly abandoned her steady
rhythm as she rode Lisa's finger, now simply thrusting her
pelvis down as hard as she could against Lisa's finger deep
inside her. When Lisa felt the muscles of Carrie's vagina
contract, she pushed her saliva-coated finger deep into Carrie's
rectum. Then, lowering her mouth to Carrie's breasts, she took a
nipple between her teeth and bit down on it.
Carrie left the planet. Pleasure exploded in galaxies of
stars all around her. Carrie's orgasm was a nova, expanding
outward from the core of her being. Then it was a supernova,
outshining every other sensation in her body, a million times
more intense than anything she'd ever felt before. The pleasure
center in her brain went critical, and then past critical, into
melt down.
Lisa watched as Carrie's orgasm once again took her. She could
tell it was the most intense one yet. It was ten minutes before
Carrie's body relaxed enough for Lisa to slip her fingers out of
the little girl's vagina and rectum, and unclamp her little clit.
Even then, her little body still convulsed and spasmed as the
pleasure continued to course through her. Lisa hugged the girl
to her breasts, gently caressing her body, helping the little
girl to return to normalcy. Lisa laid the nearly catatonic girl
down on the bed. Placing a pillow under the little girl's head,
Lisa then spooned up against her. Wrapping her arms around
Carrie, Lisa gently caressed the little girl, and waited
patiently for her to come back from wherever her orgasm had taken
her.
After half an hour, Carrie opened her eyes, and the first
thing she saw was Lisa's face on the pillow next to hers. Lisa
was sound asleep, one arm thrown protectively over Carrie, the
other wrapped across her breasts. Carrie slipped quietly out
from under the older girl's arm and sat up. Carrie gazed at
Lisa, remembering the pleasure she'd given her. It was almost as
if Lisa had given her some kind of gift, one that Carrie knew
she'd have for the rest of her life. Carrie continued to watch
Lisa as she slept, and suddenly knew how to thank Lisa for her
gift.
Carrie leaned over, and kissed Lisa gently on her lips.
Lisa awakened and opened her eyes. Carrie said softly, "Oh,
thank you, Lisa. I want to make you feel the way you made me
feel. Will you let me?"
"Oh yes, Carrie dear, please." Lisa rolled over on to her
back, and stretched her arms out above her head. Spreading her
legs, Lisa said, "Please touch me, baby, touch me all over."
"Okay, Lisa, I will." Carrie reached down to Lisa's mons,
and began to massage the moist folds of Lisa's vulva. With her
other hand, she cupped one of Lisa's breasts and, lifting it,
laid her lips against the nipple. Carrie began to suck it
softly, as she moved her hand in slow circles against Lisa's
mons.
Lisa's nipple erected under Carries soft suckling, and her
vagina began to tingle as Carrie's hands fondled her labia. "Put
your fingers into me, Carrie, please, oh, now, sweetheart, now,"
Lisa breathlessly begged the little girl. "Do me, baby, do me
now." Carrie, desiring only to please her friend, quickly
responded. Lisa slipped first one, then two, then three of her
fingers past Lisa's labia into her vagina.
"Ahhhh...oh Carrie, yes, yesssss..." Lisa laid her hand
over the little girl's hand at her crotch, gently pressing
Carrie's fingers ever deeper into her vagina. Then, extending
two of her finger into her vagina on top of Carrie's, she gently
guided the little girl's fingers toward her clitoris. "Do you
feel that little button, Carrie? Please rub it for me."
Carrie felt the small bump of Lisa's clitoris, and slid
two of her fingers to either side of it. Carrie pinched gently,
then began to slide her fingers against it. Carrie heard Lisa
moan, but knew it was pleasure, and that she, Carrie, was giving
that pleasure to Lisa. Smiling against Lisa's breast, she bit
down on the nipple in her mouth, remembering what it had felt
like for her when Lisa had bit down on hear nipple. Lisa
groaned. Keeping the nipple between her teeth, Carrie lifted her
chin, stretching Lisa's breast away from her chest. Lisa
screamed, this last sensation releasing her orgasm.
Carrie watched Lisa's body under the influence of the
orgasm. Lisa's hips and pelvis thrust upward against Carrie's
hand, but Carrie was able to keep the older girl's clitoris
centered between the middle and index fingers of her hand. Even
as Lisa bucked against her hand with growing abandon, Carrie kept
applying a steady friction to the teenager's clitoris. After
several moments, the orgasm retreated, and Lisa began to calm
down, her hips steadying to just slight upward thrusts, and then,
after a few more moments, coming to a complete rest.
But Carrie didn't let her rest long. Wanting to use her mouth
and tongue on Lisa, the way Lisa had on her, she straddled Lisa's
breasts, her back to Lisa's head and shoulders. Leaning down,
She began to caress Lisa's vulva with her lips and tongue,
lightly kissing the fleshy folds of the older girl's labia, and
trailing her tongue the entire length of Lisa's vaginal cleft
several times. Then, with her finger tips, she gently spread
Lisa's labia, and holding her breath, plunged her tongue deeply
into her vagina.
Lisa moaned, feeling another orgasm start to wash over her.
Reaching up with her hands, Lisa grabbed Carrie's hips, and
pulled her down, until Carrie's mons was pressing right against
her face. Spreading Carrie's labia with her fingers, Lisa sent
her own tongue deep into Carrie's vagina, in search of the little
girl's clitoris. Carrie gasped with surprise and delight at this
unexpected invasion, and wriggled her bottom with pleasure.
Carrie soon found Lisa's clitoris, eagerly fastening her lips
around it. At the same time, Lisa located Carrie's, and almost
simultaneously, sucked it eagerly between her lips.
Both girls immediately came, Carrie for the fourth or
fifth time that night, and Lisa for the second. After a few
moments, Carrie lifted herself from Lisa, and turning around,
snuggled up against Lisa's side. Turning her head, she nuzzled
against Lisa's breast, and taking the nipple into her mouth,
began to suckle gently. As Carrie suckled at her breast, Lisa
tenderly caressed the little girl for several minutes, lightly
touching her hair, face, breasts, tummy, and thighs with her
fingers. Lisa then gently spread Carrie's thighs slightly,
placed her hand against Carrie's mons, and slipped two fingers
into the little girl's vagina. The girls lay entwined on the bed
like this for a long time -- Carrie sucking softly on Lisa's
nipple, Lisa occasionally removing her fingers from Carrie's
vagina to gently caress the rest of the little girl's body.
After an hour or so, Lisa felt Carrie's mouth on her
nipple relax, and her breathing become deep and even. Slipping
her fingers from Carrie's vagina, Lisa slid off the bed, careful
not to disturb her. Lisa went downstairs and got dressed, and
then went into the bathroom and returned everything to their
original locations. Picking up Carrie's panties and nightie from
where Lisa had left them, she went back upstairs to Carrie's
bedroom, and gently, hardly waking the child at all, redressed
her. Lisa spread a light blanket over Carrie, and then brushed
her cheek with her lips, and quietly left the room. Lisa went
downstairs and sat down in an armchair. Spreading her legs, she
touched and caressed herself lightly, bringing her self to the
edge, and then retreating from it, over and over again, until,
hours later, she heard Carrie's mom unlocking the front door.
Slipping her panties up and smoothing her skirt down, Lisa picked
up a book and was busily engaged with it as Carrie's mother
opened the front door and walked in.
"Hi Lisa. Everything okay? Was Carrie a good girl?"
"Oh, yes ma'am. She was beautiful, just like always. I
really love to baby-sit her."
"You're old enough to drive, aren't you, Lisa? Do you
have a license?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"If I loaned you my car, would you take Carrie in for her
checkup on Tuesday? I have to meet with a client that day."
"Certainly...I'd love to."
"Good. Thank you, Lisa. Here, let me pay you, and then
I'll take you home."
"Thank you, Mrs. Marshall," said Carrie with a smile.
"Carrie and I had so much fun together tonight, that I feel like
I ought to pay you!"
Mrs. Marshall laughed, and Lisa suddenly felt her vagina
begin to tingle. Mrs. Marshall laughed just like her daughter.
All the way home in the car, Lisa wondered at that momentary
tingle in her crotch. Slipping her hand under her skirt in the
darkness of the car, Lisa imagined making love to Carrie's
mother. As she caressed herself through her panties, Lisa
realized that that is exactly what she wanted to do. As the car
stopped in front Lisa's house, Lisa was already formulating a
plan to make it happen.