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* * *
Carrie's Seduction
by
Randi Patterson
"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."
* * *
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 with the neighborhood boys
since she was Carrie's age. But the erotic excitement
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.
Carrie 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 fingers 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. Reynolds," said Carrie with a
smile. "Carrie and I had so much fun together tonight,
that I feel like I ought to pay you!"
Mrs. Reynolds laughed, and Lisa suddenly felt her
vagina begin to tingle. Mrs. Reynolds 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.
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