Message-ID: <22597asstr$949482601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Saynesberry@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <13.d4026d.25c8fa33@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} The Most Perfect 10 (mf, ff, group, pedo, fisting) Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2000 04:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, apuleius The Most Perfect 10 (mf, ff, group, pedo, fisting) My name is Cassandra Stevens. Just for the record, I'm a 35-year-old divorcee, twice removed, with a history of bisexuality that started before I was twelve, and continues to this day. I'm neither proud nor ashamed of my sexual orientation; it's a large part of what makes me who I am, and I couldn't change it if I wanted to. But, of course, I don't want to! Unfortunately, it's difficult for a married woman (yes, I'm afraid I'm remarried, although the marriage is a loveless one) to develop an affair with another woman, because it's necessary, first, to find another woman, one with whom sparks fly. It's much easier with a child: a shy, believing child of either gender, who has been ingrained with the illusion that all adult females are *mother figures* who can be trusted implicitly. That's a misconception, of course, but I must say at the outset that I would never physically harm a child. I'm not a monster; just a normal female with more love than I sometimes know what to do with.... Recently, a young single mother moved in to a small house on our street, with her daughter Michelle: a small, pudgy little 10-year-old who caught my eye immediately. Sadly, I don't think the little family had two nickels to rub together. All of Michelle's clothes are a bit too small, and when she's wearing loose, flowing shorts, they ride up high on her little buns. (Not so little, really!) They are beautiful in their partial concealment.... It's summertime right now, and a few days ago I was making conversation with the child's mother about this and that. In passing, I told her that when little Michelle got underfoot, and Mom needed a break, she would be welcome to send the child over to my house: she could burn off some energy in my swimming pool, and I'd be there to keep an eye on her. The very next day, I got a call from the woman. "Cassie, can you watch Michelle for a couple of hours? I've got to run into L..A. and file a report on my ex. The cheap bastard just won't catch up those child-support payments!" Well, that didn't take long! My heart was in my mouth, but I tried to sound normal and sympathetic. "Of course you can! Send her over any time!" I hung up the phone, tingling with anticipation, and walked into my bedroom, where my *secret lover,* Frank, was dozing naked on the giant, circular bed, his breathing rhythmic, his full erect, circumsized cock resting in the little coppery nest of his pubic hair. "Wake up, darling," I said, none too softly, "We're about to have company!" As Frank stirred, muttering in protest as he reluctantly roused from who-knows-what delicious dream, I stepped to the bedroom window and pulled aside the curtain. There she was! She was running up the street as fast as her baby legs would carry her, obviously as eager as I was for today's "playtime" - - although for very different reasons! I met her at the front door, and, giving her a quick, friendly, hug, started to show her the way to the pool. When we reached the patio, she pulled up the hem of her loose-fitting dress and showed me that she was wearing a little two-piece outfit underneath. The little shorts and halter revealed even more than her usual shorts, and I felt a sudden tightness in my throat. "I don't have a swimsuit, Michelle," I said huskily. "I know! Why don't we just go in without any clothes? It's okay when it's just girls!" Without waiting for an answer, I turned my back on her and slipped my sky-blue sundress over my head, then hurriedly pushed my panties off. Bending over to unbuckle my sandals, I gave the little girl a wide-open rear view of my twat. When I turned around, she hadn't moved; her eyes were rivited to my tuft. While she was frozen in place like that, I quickly squatted down in front of her, legs spread, and slowly pulled her dress and her little halter over her head, then gently tugged down her bottoms, running my fingers down her crack as they passed over her cheeks. My eyes were now on a level with her pouty little slit, and I almost yielded to the urge to bury my nose right in there.... Instead, I reached between my legs, to pique her curiosity even further, and swabbed myself with my palm, to confirm my wetness (I was as wet as if I'd just peed!). Then I stood up and, with the same slick hand, took Michelle's and led her down into the shallow end of the pool. "Come all the way out in the water with me, Michelle," I called, "You'll like it!" She was a little bit scared, but after a moment's hesitation, she did. As we began to frolic and laugh, I began to "inadvertently" touch her and feel her as much as I could. My breasts bobbed heavily the nipples swelled from the excitement and the cool water. And so did Michelle's tiny nubs! "Let me teach you how to float," I said. Placing one hand on her back and the other under her bottom, I lifted her up until she was floating horizontally on the surface, my eyes wide with her beauty, the sun twinkling and flashing off her pretty little face with its high cheekbones, her full, sensual lips, her small hard nipples protruding from her flat chest, her puffy babyfat labia glistening in the late-morning brightness. "Okay, honey, now take a deep breath: I'm going to lower my hands just a little, so you'll be floating all by yourself!" I reluctantly drew my hands away from her frame. Grinning with accomplishment as she floated alone in the water, my eyes were once again drawn to her *secret place.* "You're doing it!" I cheered, as I helped her to stand back up, and she wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a bug hug, smiling up at me adoringly. Turning to glance up at the balcony outside my bedroom, I quickly motioned, giving Frank the prearranged signal we had set up. Already standing just inside the window, observing the entire scene, he gave me a little wave and turned to waklk downstairs. Frankie, my love! What I have in store for you! A moment later, he came out the sliding-glass dor and walked across the patio toward the pool. The rascal had put on a pair of my sheer rayon bikini panties, which fit him exactly like a Speedo, and in a moment he stood beside the pool, smiling down at us. Since we were facing toward the deep end, little Michelle didn't notice him at first, so I chirped, "Look, Michelle! Here's my friend Frankie!" When she turned and saw you, her little brow furrowed and she scrunched down in the water, still holding on to me. "H-hi, Mr. Frankie," she mumbled. His face broke into a broad grin. "Oh, no, Michelle, my name's Mr. Saynesberry, but my very best friends just call me Frankie! Will *you* call me that, honey?" The child nodded her head gravely. "Yes, Frankie." Trying not to laugh, I hugged her shoulders and stroked her hair. "Frankie comes over a lot, Michelle," I said reassuringly. "He likes to swim, too! Can he come into the water with us? He's a lot of fun to play with!" The little girl didn't say a word, but stared up at Frank, standing there almost nude with his erection clearly visible through the thin rayon, the head of his beautiful cock almost peeking over the top of the waistband. She looked up at me, then back at Frank again, and then nodded, almost imperceptibly. I nodded too, eagerly ("Let's get this show on the road, Frank!"), so he stepped into the shallow end, and just before reaching the bottom step, quickly pushed off the silly-looking panties. His cock leaped out gladly in the warm air, twitching and rising for little Michelle's astonished inspection, then he settled into the water. The child glanced around, trying to get another look at this astonishing grown-up revelation (and I did too!), but all we could see was its ripply outline beneath the surface. I immediately picked grabbed a floatball that had been bobbing nearby and started a game of three-corner, which took Michelle's mind off of what was probably the only penis she had ever seen (or could remember). She quickly put her embarrassment aside and soon we were all laughing and competing for the ball, each of us brushing our body against the others as we dove for it in the shallow alcove. I announced loudly, really for Michelle's benefit, that I had been teaching her to float. "I saw you," Frank declared over the splashing water. "You two looked great! Hey, Michelle, I've got an idea! Why don't you wrap your legs around my waist and then lean back in the water and float?" She hesitated, but I gave her a friendly little nudge and she obediently went to him. He bent and picked her up by her little buttocks and she wrapped her legs around him, clutching at his sides; then he gently lowered her until her back was on the surface and his buoyant but rigid prick "accidentally" touched the crack of her ass. He told her to let go with her arms, and I caught her hands so that she was floating easily, Frank's cock now pressing against the small of her back as we both lusted at the sight of her wide-spread slit, pink within the pale, and we praised and cheered her for floating like a big girl. Then she unclasped her legs and stood up, hugging Frank around the waist, his erection pressed tight against her chest, and she looked down at it beneath the surface and giggled in amazement....but not embarrassment, I could see! "Here, Michelle," I said helpfully, "let me teach you to kick your legs. Hold on to the side right here with your tummy down...." I stretched her out full length, my hands running down her smooth hips and thighs to her ankles, then said, "now kick your feet, honey!" And she did, remaining buoyant as Frank and I gazed at her small round ass, the water beading off it and running down between the cheeks, both of us wanting to fondle them, to spread her buns and press our tongues into the tight sphincter which was so clearly visible to both of us, Frank's cock as hard as a rock when my fingers encircled it under the water, and I was floating too, on waves of lust.... After a full minute she began to tire, and I said huskily, "Michelle, I think we need to rest for awhile now." I gave Frank our next pre-arranged signal to stay there for a few minutes, and then picked her up in my arms and carried her naked into the house, leaving our clothes behind, into my bedroom. As she nuzzled her head against my breast, my stride faltered.... I stood her upright next to my bed and began to towel her off, rubbing her briskly, all over, looking at her mons the entire time but not touching it excerpt in passing. When she was only the least bit damp, I gave myself a quick once-over, then kneeled on the floor. I took her in my arms again, my face in her wet hair, my hands all over her strong little legs and firm ass, massaging her cheeks. Releasing her finalyy, I lay down across the bed, knees up, spread wide, pubic hair still wet and curled from the pool, and, playing on her natural curiosity, spread my labia with one hand, right under her view, and inserted two fingers into myself. I extended my hand for Michelle's, and when she took it I pulled her to me, withdrawing my fingers and placing her hand on my vulva. In a moment I took three of her fingers and guided them into myself, then released her hand. It remained there. "Michelle, did you know that ladies have holes like this between their legs?" "Yes, I have one too, Miz Stevens, but it's little, not like yours." (Her fingers were still in me, beginning to move slightly.) "Oh, Michelle, please call me Cassie," I said. "Sweetheart, you're still a child. It'll grow big like mine and your mommy's. Go ahead and put all your fingers in my hole. They'll fit!" She took out her three fingers and started to insert her hand, but my lips had closed and the inner ones withdrew so that she couldn't find the opening again. I offered no assistance. "Use both hands, Michelle, and pull that skin away. You'll find the place." She probed, and pulled, and brushed my clitoris, sending a shock through me, and she explored me from clit to perineum. Finally, she figured it out and held me open with one hand, folding her thumb back and inserting the other hand completely into me. I could smell my own powerful aroma as she opened my vulva. "Push it in farther, Michelle. It doesn't hurt." And she did, right up to her wrist. I wanted to ask her to make a fist and pump me, but I refrained, because I felt her fingers moving within me, searching, trying to grasp the pubic bone, but it was too slippery, and anyway, she was at the wrong angle. She studied my exterior genitalia diligently as both hands worked on me, inside and out. I let her explore. Then she looked up at me and smiled, and I smiled too, but she didn't say a word, and continued with her task. I couldn't wait another moment to see between her legs, so I helped her ease her arm out of me. It was covered with a sticky mucous, but it smelled so rich that I just had to lick it off, like a doe does her newborn fawn, and as I cleaned between each finger, I must have hyperventilated, I was so excited, because I got lightheaded and closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them the child was on the bed kneeling between my legs, and i pulled her over and laid her down next to me and kissed her without before asking, "Can I look at yours now, Michelle?" Of course, by now I know she will not refuse me. She swallows and nods her head gravely without taking her eyes from my lips, probably wondering how another person's lips could feel so deliciously different on hers. Her first real kiss with sexual intent....how much she was learning on this bright summer day! She will remember it always, I just know.... Getting up on my knees beside her, I ran one hand over her abdomen, down to her little cleft. I put the other hand under her knees and brought them to an upright position, then gently pried her legs apart until her slit was open to my eyes, from her little asshole to her belly. "Oh, Michelle, your little hole is beautiful! You're so lucky to have one so pretty! You're almost a woman now. Can I touch it?" Knowing she would allow it (after all, she'd just had her entire, beautiful little fist inside me!), I reached down before she could answer and drew one finger along her little virgin slit. Of course, she was absolutely void of any hair or fuzz. Besides her clitoral hood she had a slight protrusion of one inner lip in one place, and I parted her outer lips there to expose her wet little vaginal opening, much pinker than mine. "I have to look closer, Michelle." I lowered my nose to within inches of her skin. What a delectable aroma of pee, perspiration and exudation, and (damn!) chlorine! I knew I had excited her in the past few minutes, and I continued to examine her asshole, which was very moist, very dainty, very sweet....I took my finger and spread the fragrant moisture along her slit. I quickly kissed her on her lower lips there, then again and again, each time keeping my lips on hers a little longer. I looked up and gave her a big smile, which she returned, as if to say, "This is fun!" I pressed my lips to hers again, holding them there this time, my tongue gently but firmly invading her hole. I glanced up and she was grinning again: everything was all right! I could do whatever I chose with her! Bending down to work on her again, I took the little inner flap between my lips and began to gently suck on it, while simultaneously pulling her cheeks apart with my thumb resting on her asshole. Licking....sucking...tongueing across her perineum to her ass. Probing softly, I slipped my index finger into the puckered hole up to the first joint, then met resistance. Her hymen! I slipped in a second finger, then pulled them out, put them in my mouth, and loked up at the child. Her head is elevated on the enormous feather pillows, and as her wide eyes take everything in, she smiles again, and I can hear the blood pounding in my ears. I scooted up and lay my head on the pillow beside hers, and kissed her with simple affection on the cheek. She rolled toward me at the same moment, and our lips brushed, then met and stopped moving. I knew she could smell and taste herself on my lips, because I could, too. I took her lower lip between mine and gently pulled her mouth open, simultaneously inserting my lip between hers, and we gently tugged on each other as I taught her the fundamentals of French kissing. No, not French; with little Michelle, it was as all-American as the girl next door! My hand ventured between her legs and my two fingers slipped into her vagina again. "Does that hurt, love?" I whispered, and she shook her head no. I returned the two fingers to my mouth, Michelle following the motion with her eyes. Then I lowered my hand and probed her again, but this time I brought my fingers back to her barely-parted lips. Her eyes rolled toward me questioningly, then she tentatively licked the fingers with her tongue. When she looked at me again, I insistently pressed the fingers to her lips and she began to suck them. "Enough insistence," I thought to myself, and I replaced my fingers with my lips and kissed her again. Taking her small body into my embrace, I stretched my leg over her hip, thus exposing my wet, impatient pussy to Frank, who had been watching us from the half-open doorway. I raised a hand and crooked one finger in invitation, and as Frank crossed the room to the bed, I saw that he was carrying our clothes and a towel....and doing absolutely nothing to conceal his cock, which stood straight out, so big and so heavy that it could not rise to any greater angle. Out of nowhere, as my tongue was buried in little Michell's now-sucking mouth, I was struck by the absurd thought of a bright green parrot perched on his dick, its tailfeathers hanging down to his knees, and it required every ounce of self-control I possessed not to guffaw right into my adorable child lover's mouth! I felt my passions climb as Frank neared the bed, but I held them in check for the moment. (Why do men think they're the only ones who have to fight off a premature orgasm?) "Look, Michelle," I said, breaking our kiss, "Frank's come to join us! We forgot all about him!" And she really had forgotten, caught up in her first waves of baby lust, and as I lay back on my side she saw him standing there, supporting his throbbing prick with his free hand. "Look at his thing, Michelle!" I exclaimed. "Isn't it magnificent? Shall we let him come play with us?" She didn't reply, her eyes locked on his cock, even when he knelt on the bed beside her and pointed it, red and winking, right at her mouth. "Michelle!" I gently scolded, "You saw his thing in the pool! Don't be afraid of him! Just reach up and touch him! He'll like it!" But she remained frozen until I took her hand in mine and encircled his cock with our fingers. She tried to jerk away from its heat, but I held her hand in place, saying, "It's beautiful, Michelle! Watch what I can do!" I took him into my mouth eagerly, making exaggerated slurping noises for the child's benefit, as if the pulsating phallus were a giant candy cane. Finally, her eyes looked up into mine, betraying only the slightest gleam, and she grinned happily. I took her hand off his dick and pulled him toward her until his cock was lightly brushing against her lips. Frank began to move his hips, but with the most miniscule motion imaginable, until finally Michelle's jaws were gaping and his glans had worked its way into her mouth. I slipped one hand between her hips to stroke her clit, my other hand locking around Frank's shaft and beginning to pump. He slid further into her mouth, and I knew that she would feel him in her throat in a moment and gag, so I forcibly pulled him out of her mouth (poor Frank!) and greedily sucked him into my own, right under the child's nose, and sucked with an expertise which I knew he could not resist. Within perhaps fifteen seconds he began to erupt in my mouth. Instead of swallowing, however (which is my natural reaction), I opened my mouth just in time for Michelle to see another squirt of cum spurting into my mouth. I wiggled my tongue, causing all the milky fluid to run down my chin for her to see. Then, in the split-second between Frank's spasms, I pointed his cock toward her face, and with a groan he burst forth again, this time onto the child's chin; then I pointed him downward and he expelled twice more, onto her flat little chest and belly. Finally, I guided him between her thighs, where he weakly dribbled on her pouting, reddened pussy, while I simultaneously placed my semen-slick lips over Michelle's mouth, and she dazedly sucked, and licked, and tasted, and swallowed while Frank's cock rested against her slit. But as he watched our passionate interchange, Frank became aroused again, his cock stiffening anew and beginning to probe at her immature labia to find that special place, and as I felt his balls tighten under my fingertips, I spread her open for him. In a pre-orgasmic frenzy, his caution cast aside like another wet towel, he pushed the head of his cock into the child: and her vulva did stretch, until the head plopped in past he edge and her muscles clamped down on it. She didn't realize all this was happening, of course, because her attention was on my lips, which were crushing hers, and these new sensations are closer to her brain than her cunt..... Michelle cried out into my mouth in discomfort because Frank was pushing harder, intoxicated by this smooth, tight little pussy, and my heart cried out, too, because I knew she was three years smaller then I had been when I was first fucked, and Frank's cock was bigger than the one that initiated me, and as my memory prodded me with awareness of the pain, I whispered in her ear, "Shhhh, baby, shhh, it's okay, just a minute sweetheart...." And I grabbed his shaft and squeezed hard, twice, and he exploded again, even more powerfully this time, there in the tiny space between her vulva and her hymen, and his semen seeped through its small passage into her shuddering little canal. She and I could both feel his spasms as he emptied himself into her, and my mind recalled a thousand ejaculations deep within my own vagina, and with my eyes squeezed shut I pictured his cum shooting past my hand into Michelle's baby cunt and cervix, up and up until blocked by her yet-unformed tubes, from whence it must inevitably seep back. Roused out of my reverie by the thought, I scrambled back down the bed and clamped my mouth over the base of Frank's shaft and Michelle's twitching labia, and jerking his cock out of her, slurped it into my mouth, milking it of the very last drops of cum. Pausing only to give Frank a lover's squeeze on the ass, I dove back to the child's face, half-sputtering, "Look, baby, this is what he just put into you down there. Do you want a taste?" And without waiting for a reply, I pressed my mouth to hers and let the semen run over her tiny teeth and pink gums; and, in a moment, I felt her tongur flicking deeply in my mouth, seeking out more. And now Frank had moved up the bed and was resting on the other side of the sweating child, lowering his head so that all of our mouths met, and our tongues danced, mixing our juices and our fluids and our crazy three-way passion, and suddenly, seeing Frank's half-erect cock lying atop Michelle's thigh, I was seized with jealousy, and whispered urgently, "Okay, honey, it's time for you to go. Your mommy will be home soon!" She gave me a quick, final peck on the lips, ripping at my heart, and she reached out and gave Frank's cock a little pat, as if it were a long-lost stuffed animal, then she clambered over my body to the floor and began to dress. As she slipped into her panties, Frank asked, "Michelle, honey, if your Mom asks what you did today, what will you tell her?" The little girl's eyes flashed as she gave him a radiant grin. "Oh, Frank, I'm not gonna tell her ANYTHING! Never, ever, ever! If you'll let me come back....." Frank sank back on the bed, sighing, and I managed to smile at the glowing girl. "Oh yes, Michelle, come back every day! We can have so much fun! Now, honey, do you still hurt a little bit?" Michelle actually laughed. "Oh, not any more, Cassie! Can't you tell? I'm a big girl now!" And, as she skipped toward the bedroom door, Frank covered his face with a pillow, and his howls of laughter were muffled by a pound of goosefeathers..... ****************************************** This story was co-written with my dear friend, Cassandra Stevens. If you liked it, please write! Saynesberry@hushmail.com CassandraStevens@seductive.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+