Pretty Little Waif, Part Three

  • Posted on August 12, 2017 at 1:12 pm

By Puella Amante

Evelyn pulled her head back and looked into the little girl’s face, into those nervous, submissive young eyes.

It was time.

The woman’s right hand moved, two slender fingers slipping down over the curve of the girl’s cute little bum, pressing the material of her bloomers down into that little valley between her cheeks, curling upward, letting Rebecca feel the deep intimacy of that touch.

Those eyes, those soft, lovely waif-like eyes, so innocent, so trusting, so completely filled with resignation, suddenly went wide with surprise as the woman’s bold adult fingers made contact with her little bum hole, touching it, pressing against it.

“It’s okay,” Evelyn whispered, calming the girl. “I’m not going to hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt my little princess.”

The woman leaned forward and kissed the girl again, moaning softly as she probed the little girl’s mouth with her adult tongue, circling around, going deep, staking her claim on the nine-year-old.

Her right hand moved again, seeking a new level of intimacy, flirting up over the girl’s bum, finding the waistband of her bloomers, feeling a warm flush of excitement sweep over her.

Unlike the old-fashioned tie-up bloomers Rebecca had been wearing in the change room the other day, these had a stretchy elastic waistband.

The girl gasped nervously as Evelyn’s fingers tucked down the back of her bloomers, slipping onto the soft naked skin of her young bum, feeling it, touching it.

It was happening. They were crossing that intimate bridge together, hand in hand.

Evelyn ended their kiss, dragged her lips across Rebecca’s cheek, and gasped softly in her ear as she celebrated the wickedly pedophilic sensation of actually having her adult hand thrust down the back of a little girl’s underwear.

She had her. She had an innocent, submissive little nine-year-old girl all alone in her home. She had her cute, naked little bottom in her hand. She was touching it, feeling it, squeezing those sexy little cheeks. And there wasn’t an ounce of resistance in the little waif.

Evelyn whispered boldly in Rebecca’s ear. “There we go, now we’re getting somewhere,” she cooed softly “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

She felt the girl tremble and then nod tentatively.

The woman nuzzled her ear. “Say it,” Evelyn whispered, slipping her middle finger down between the cheeks of the girl’s bum as she spoke. “Tell me you’re going to be a good girl for me.”

“Awwwhhh,” the girl gasped, feeling the nervous cheeks of her bum flex and twitch uncontrollably as the tip of the lady’s finger touched the tight circle of her little bum hole, pressing against it.

“Say it,” the woman whispered, pressing against the ring of the girl’s anus — not really making a serious attempt to push inside, but suggesting that she might, feeling the girl’s cheeks squeeze together defensively, feeling her lift up onto the tips of her toes as she struggled with the strange sensation of having the lady’s bold finger pressing up against the entrance to her young bum.

The girl almost swooned. She’d never imagined this. She’d never imagined the lady touching her like this, down there.

“I’m g-gonna be a good girl for you,” the nine-year-old gasped desperately, giving Mrs. Johnson what she wanted, as if voicing that admission might somehow relieve the intense embarrassment she was feeling at the intimate touch of the woman’s bold finger on that very private part of her young body.

Evelyn relaxed, letting the girl calm down, pulling her finger out from between Rebecca’s cheeks, drawing back from their embrace, looking into the girl’s eyes.

The girl was gasping nervously. She looked like a child who’d fallen into deep water, wide-eyed and anxious, struggling to keep her head above the surface.

Evelyn grinned. And that grin was completely genuine. It was the satisfied, confident grin of a woman in complete control, a woman who was going to get everything she wanted.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” she said in a reassuring whisper as she quickly slipped her left hand under the girl’s dress in front. finding the waistband of her bloomers there, tugging it downward, tucking underneath, letting her bold adult fingers slip inside there, flirting their way down the soft naked skin of the girl’s lower tummy, down onto the puffy softness of her immature little mound.

With some amusement, Evelyn watched Rebecca’s eyes and mouth open wide in surprise as the woman shamelessly maneuvered two of her fingers down over the young girl’s vulva and tucked them between her legs, finding the delicate, puffy, hairlessness of her cute, naked little nine-year-old cunt, touching it for the first time, feeling it.

“Oooh, that’s it,” the woman cooed softly. “There it is. There’s that sweet little honeypot.”

“Oooohhh, oooohhh,” the girl moaned — not so much in response to the physical sensation of what was happening to her, but more as a nervous emotional reaction to the tender touch of the adult woman’s slender feminine fingers on that very private area of her young body.

No one had ever touched her like that before.

“There we go,” Evelyn whispered, leaning in to lightly peck at the girl’s lips with her own. “That’s a good girl, just relax. Let it happen.”

Evelyn was absolutely glowing inside. All of the uncertainty she’d been feeling about that day had melted away. It was 10 o’clock in the morning. There were six hours to enjoy this tasty little bundle of prepubescent femininity, and she planned to make use of every minute.

And the girl seemed so resigned to the whole thing, so compliant, so willing!

Nine-year-old Rebecca had allowed herself to be lured into the woman’s home, then into her arms. The girl had conspired in her own seduction, simply by choosing not to resist. Through her actions and inactions, she’d given an adult woman permission to sexually molest her. And now she was paying the price for that little bit of childhood daring.

The lady had her fingers down inside her bloomers. Mrs. Johnson was touching her cunt. She was playing with it, rubbing it gently.

The girl whimpered softly but offered no protest whatsoever as Evelyn’s slender middle finger slipped between her puffy little lips, finding new intimacy, exploring, flirting down over the bump of her girlish clit, and lower, into that soft, warm, pink area below, finding the tiny forbidden circle of Rebecca’s tight little cunthole — touching it, circling around the edge of it, slipping into the center, pushing lightly, insinuating.

Evelyn put her mouth on the girl and tongue-kissed her as she played with her little cunt, murmuring contentedly, reveling in the incredible feeling of being in a deeply intimate embrace with another human being for first time in fourteen months, feeling her cunt buzzing with excitement as she toyed with the nine-year-old girl in her arms.

Evelyn slid her middle finger back up and circled the precocious little bump of Rebecca’s girlish clitoris, playing with it, caressing it, rubbing it gently, first on one side, and then the other, feeling it flush and stiffen under her delicate touch. And then it came… an unexpected series of tell-tale twitches and soft, nervous gasps. The girl was actually responding to the touch of those bold adult fingers between her legs.

Evelyn opened her eyes, leaving her lips in place on the girl’s mouth, feeling their warm breath mix. The girl’s eyes were closed. She was breathing sharply in a series of soft gasps that seemed timed perfectly with the nervous little twitches of her body.

The woman smiled. She knew exactly what she was seeing, though she hadn’t planned for this. She was absolutely delighted. She had seduced an innocent, prepubescent child, a flat-chested little girl. Rebecca had obviously not even begun her journey towards sexual maturity. So Evelyn fully expected that the pleasurable part of this experience was going to be a one-way street. She had no reason to expect that this child might actually become physically responsive or sexually aroused.

Of course she had no real experience to draw from with girls this age. She’d never attempted to have sex with a child before. She had never even considered the possibility that a nine-year-old might be capable of sexual arousal.

Evelyn murmured softly. She’d chosen her new lover very well indeed.

The fact that this little nine-year-old was actually capable of experiencing pleasure through the sensitive bump of her cute little clitoris was a completely unexpected bonus for the woman. It was going to make kissing, licking and sucking that little love-button so much more enjoyable and rewarding, for both of them.

Evelyn had not formed an intimate relationship with her own clitoris until she was fourteen or fifteen years old. She remembered the wonderfully addictive sensations she discovered as a young teenager — lying in bed at night, listening to her older brother’s deep breathing from where he slept across the room, nervously tucking her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself, masturbating for the first time.

Discovering those secrets about her body had been life-changing for Evelyn.

And now, as an adult, it was absolutely exhilarating to realize that that she was going to introduce a much younger girl to those wonderful, feminine sensations. She was going to help a little girl discover the intoxicating secrets of her cute little cunt for the first time.

This was such a wonderful and unexpected development.

It meant that she could educate this pretty little waif from across the tracks, teach her to absolutely crave the pleasure of having her sweet little kitty licked. And the girl would love her for it.

Evelyn’s heart was thumping in anticipation. She was going to light a fire inside this little girl, a hot sexual fire. She was going to spend some quality time with her determined mouth on Rebecca’s immature little cunt. She was going to spread her young legs wide, open her up and tongue her tight little nine-year-old fuck-hole. She was going to suck on her cute little love-button. She was going to make this little girl squirm.

Evelyn was absolutely aching. She wanted that little cunt. She longed to taste it.

But first she needed to get the girl naked — and intense as her desire was at that moment, she still wanted to take her time. She wanted to make this last, to savor everything.

Evelyn slipped her finger out from between the little girl’s legs and withdrew her hand from Rebecca’s bloomers, lifting it up, bringing the warm, wet tip of that finger up to her mouth.

Rebecca’s scent was strong, intoxicating, and undeniably vaginal, but different, not like an adult vagina. Slightly more pungent, perhaps, and sweet at the same time…delightfully girlish.

Rebecca’s eyes drifted open, and Evelyn let the girl watch as she very deliberately slipped the moist tip of her middle finger between her lips and brazenly sucked the girl’s flavor into her mouth.

“Mmmngh,” Evelyn murmured, whispering softly to the girl. “I’m so glad you came to visit me today.”

The woman hesitated, and then added, “I think… I think I love you. And I suspect that I knew it from the moment I first saw you in the store. I’ve thought about you every day, and I couldn’t wait for you to come and visit me.” The girl blushed.

“And I have another confession to make,” Evelyn continued. “It’s kind of embarrassing. Do you want to hear it?”

The girl blushed again and nodded nervously.

“Well…when I thought about you, it’s just that you’re so sweet and pretty… and sexy,” the woman whispered, leaning in close, hesitating momentarily, letting the boldness of her confession sink in. “All I could think about was being a very special girlfriend for you, being close to you, being naked with you, making you feel good.”

Rebecca was gasping softly, nervously.

Evelyn slipped her lips over the girl’s cheek and whispered in her ear.

“I wanted to see you naked the other day in the change room,” the woman continued. “I wanted so bad for you to take your bloomers off and let me see you like that. But we didn’t have enough time.”

The two of them were deep in the heart of the seduction now, both of them knowing it was going to happen, holding hands together, tiptoeing delicately towards the next level of intimacy, negotiating it.

The girl murmured softly, letting the woman’s naughty words flirt with her.

In truth, Mrs. Johnson’s bold words and their intimate meaning did not come as a complete surprise to the nine-year-old. Rebecca was young, but far from stupid. She had sensed almost immediately in the change room, as her dress was coming off, that the pretty saleslady would like to see her completely naked. She had felt the furtive touches of the lady’s hands on her young body, touches that went too far and stayed too long to be innocent or accidental.

In fact, although her approach was playful and somewhat cautious, the saleslady had not made a serious intent to hide her desires that day in the change room. She’d made it clear what she wanted from Rebecca.

And the girl had thought about all of those things many times since Saturday.

But more importantly, she had sensed that deep inside the woman was actually very lonely, and Rebecca knew all about loneliness — the kind of loneliness that makes you feel sad all the time.

The woman’s soft whispers found her. “But we have enough time today, Rebecca,” Evelyn whispered enthusiastically. “We have enough time right now.”

The nine-year-old whimpered softly, feeling a nervous anxiety bubbling up inside her as the woman continued.

“Do you think you could do that right now princess… take your bloomers off for me?” the woman asked. “And let me see how pretty you are?”

The woman pulled back to gaze into the youngster’s eyes.

It was working. She was seducing the girl emotionally, peeling away her inhibitions, taking away her reasons to say no.

The girl seemed completely under her spell. She watched as the nine-year-old blushed, lowered her eyes, and nodded her head submissively.

“That’s a good girl,” Evelyn whispered, praising Rebecca. “Here, why don’t you come up here on the sofa,” the woman suggested, helping the girl, lifting her, coaxing her up on the cushion beside her. “There we go, now lie back for me.”

Evelyn maneuvered Rebecca down onto her back, then lifted the girl’s legs and positioned them so that one was tucked behind her down the back edge of the sofa, and the other lay across her lap. The hem of the dress lay draped across Rebecca’s thighs like a loose veil across her girlish femininity.

“Now,” Evelyn cooed softly, grinning playfully, letting her eyes drift flirtatiously down the girl’s body. “Do you have something to show me, Rebecca?”

The girl blushed nervously and squeezed her eyelids closed.

The nine-year-old was clearly struggling. It was difficult for her. It was all happening so fast, all of the naughty things she’d imagined, and more. The woman had already touched her in those places.

She had no choice. She’d made the decision to come and visit that day, knowing full well that these things were going to happen. And she’d already promised the woman that she was going to be a good girl for her.

Evelyn’s gentle, confident voice came to the girl like a whisper in the fog, reassuring her, guiding her, encouraging her. “Come on Rebecca, be a good girl and lift up your dress for me,” the woman whispered. “Let me have a look at you.”

The nine-year-old trembled nervously, hesitated, and then did as she was told — reaching down with both hands for the hem of her summer dress, lifting it, pulling it up, all the way up to her waist, exposing her baggy white bloomers. Rebecca knew that she was breaking a cardinal rule of childhood — making herself sexually available to a grown-up, offering herself to the pretty lady who worked at the Woolworth’s store.

The woman smiled. “There we go,” Evelyn reassured the girl. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The girl opened her eyes and shook her head.

Evelyn turned on the sofa, kneeling between Rebecca’s legs, letting the girl watch as she quickly unbuttoned the front of her blouse and tugged it out of the hem of her skirt. She opened her blouse wide to reveal the shape of her modest adult breasts, tucked so delicately into the material of her lacy black brassiere.

“Okay, sweetheart, I’m ready,” Evelyn whispered playfully. “Now let me see that little pearl of yours. Show me your cunt, Rebecca.”

The girl whimpered softly and squeezed her eyelids closed again, finding comfort in the darkness. The woman was talking so boldly, talking about that private place between her legs, using that rude word that she’d heard her uncle say when he’d been drinking.

That very naughty four-letter word crystallized in Rebecca’s young mind, cataloging its way into her consciousness, registering with that tender area of her girlish body — her “cunt.”

Suddenly and without warning, a tiny sensation flickered over the sensitive little button down there, tickling her, causing her to twitch nervously.

Evelyn could see the tension in the girl. She knew this a difficult moment. But it was necessary. She could easily reach out and strip the girl’s bloomers off and have her way with the child right then and there. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want to rape this little girl, and have her leave the house feeling scarred and violated.

Evelyn was a healthy 28-year-old woman who was absolutely starved for intimate companionship and sex, having been separated from her husband for many long months. She didn’t want to abuse anyone, especially a child. She simply wanted to have an affair, a secret, deeply intimate, mutually gratifying, illicit love affair.

The fact that she had chosen a pretty little nine-year-old girl as a lover was simply a reflection of a previously unexplored sexual preference that was deeply rooted in her past, in her childhood — a preference for girls, young girls, pretty, flat-chested, innocent little girls with cute, hairless slits between their legs.

If the war hadn’t taken Evelyn’s husband from her, perhaps she might never have acted on or explored this delicate side of her sexuality. But the war did come and take her husband away. And she’d waited dutifully, faithfully for him for over a year.

Then one day, she found herself undressing a little girl in the change room at the Woolworth’s store where she worked. And now she had that little girl in her house, lying on her sofa, the hem of her pretty little summer dress pulled up to her waist.

No, it would not be a good idea to act impulsively and quickly strip the girl, just to get a look at her pretty little cunt. No, she wanted this child to be a very cooperative lover. She wanted Rebecca to pull her own underwear down and expose herself, willingly. She wanted the girl to be an active participant in her own seduction.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy,” Evelyn whispered, encouraging the girl. “Let’s have a look at you.”

The woman watched Rebecca’s closed eyelids flutter nervously. She watched the nine-year-old’s fingers twitch. She watched her slender little hands move slowly, nervously to her waist. She watched her two little thumbs tuck down under the elastic waistband of her underwear.

Then she watched intently as the pretty little waif she’d met in the change room at the Woolworth’s store pushed the front of her underwear down, stretching the waistband all the way down to her upper thighs, unveiling the puffy softness of her girlish mound, exposing the lovely innocence of her immature little cunt for an adult woman.

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart,” Evelyn cooed softly.

It was beautiful. She could clearly see the delicate line of the nine-year-old’s slit, and the precocious bump of her immature clitoral hood.

“That is so pretty,” she whispered, reaching tentatively for the girl, touching the tips of her fingers down on the puffiness of that hairless little mound — circling around, feeling the delicate softness of her young skin, then turning, slipping down between the girl’s legs, finding the wonderfully soft lips of Rebecca’s adorable little cunt, touching it, feeling it, rubbing it lovingly.

Evelyn smiled as she watched the girl’s young mouth drop open and release a series of desperate little whimpers.

These were clearly the nervous gasps of child experiencing the strange sensation of having a lover’s fingers between her legs, touching her, rubbing her. But Evelyn knew the nervousness would pass.

There was absolutely no resistance in the girl. She was dutifully holding the front of her bloomers down. There was a series of twitches in her young legs, but she made no attempt to bring them together. She simply laid there and let the adult woman play with her cute little cunt.

Evelyn leaned right down over the girl and kissed Rebecca’s mouth as her fingers continued their intimate little dance between the nine-year-old’s legs.

The girl pursed her lips, shyly returning the kiss.

“Push your bloomers down, sweetheart,” the woman whispered softly between kisses.

Rebecca moved quickly, almost urgently, to give Evelyn exactly what she wanted, lifting her bum up from the sofa, pushing her bloomers as far down her thighs as they would go, deliberately stripping herself naked, signaling to the woman that everything was fine and anything was possible, letting the woman know that she was willing and available.

Evelyn caught that signal loud and clear, and went at the girl passionately, tongue-kissing her deeply, aggressively. Then she focused her efforts between the girl’s legs, seeking and finding the delicate bud of the nine-year-old’s clitoris with the tip of her middle finger, circling that tender little button, flirting with it, teasing it.

In a few brief moments of passion, the woman worked expertly to breathe life into Rebecca’s tiny clit. Under Evelyn’s delicate touch, that precocious little button had stiffened right up. It was poking brazenly out of its little cave, communicating directly with the woman, saying Here I am, come and get me.

“Mmmmnggghh,” the girl’s desperate whimper muffled by the presence of Mrs. Johnson’s tongue in her mouth.

Evelyn moaned softly as she felt the girl’s arms wrap tightly around her neck, as she felt a series of tell-tale twitches in the girl’s pelvis, as she felt the girl’s hips begin to move hesitantly, as she felt the girl’s knees spreading outward, seeking to give the woman’s fingers even more room between her legs.

Evelyn was immensely pleased. All of her aspirations, all of her dreams, all of her desires were going to be fulfilled. She had the little girl right where she wanted her. Rebecca was going to be a perfect little lover — hot, sexy, and uninhibited.

She withdrew her tongue from the girl’s mouth, following up that long passionate kiss with a series of feather-light pecks.

“Oh, you are so lovely,” Evelyn whispered between kisses.

The girl responded with a nervous squeak.

Evelyn drew back and gazed at the girl’s lovely face. “Do you like it when I do this to you, sweetheart?” she whispered as the tip of her middle finger continued to circle the child’s clitoris.

Rebecca’s eyes opened.

Evelyn almost swooned. It was like she was looking into the girl’s heart. She seemed so fragile, so vulnerable, so innocent, so available.

“It’s okay, you can tell me, it will be our special secret,” the woman whispered. “Do you like it when I play with your pretty little cunt, Rebecca?”

“Yesss,” the girl gasped, giving a quick nod.

Evelyn smiled. What a brave little girl, she thought.

“Well, I’m going to make you feel even better than this,” the woman promised. “But first, here — get up on your knees.”

The woman’s fingers slipped out from between Rebecca’s legs as the two of them rose up onto their knees on the sofa, facing each other.

“Now I want you to take off my blouse, princess,” Evelyn whispered.

The girl looked up into her eyes questioningly, as if she wasn’t sure quite where things were going.

“It’s okay,” the woman reassured her. “Just take my blouse off.”

The girl reached out and hesitantly followed Evelyn’s instructions, placing her hands on the woman’s shoulders, pulling the unbuttoned blouse down from Eyelyn’s shoulders.

Evelyn shrugged her hands out of the armholes and then tossed the blouse aside.

The girl seemed fascinated by Evelyn’s breasts.

The woman reached out for one of the nine-year-old’s hands — lifting it, kissing the backs of her fingers, then guiding it onto her chest. “Go ahead,” she whispered. “You can touch them if you want. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

The girl managed a shaky grin as she explored the shape of Evelyn’s breasts with her hand.

“Now it’s my turn,” the woman said softly as she reached down and placed her hands on the backs of Rebecca’s girlish thighs, slipping them up beneath the hem of the girl’s dress, finding the ring of her bloomers, still wrapped around her upper thighs.

The girl never blinked an eye as the woman pushed her underwear all the way down.

Evelyn smiled as the nine-year-old lifted her knees one by one and allowed the woman to remove her underwear completely.

“Your turn again,” Evelyn said as she stood on the sofa and turned her back to the girl. “Undo my skirt for me, princess.”

The girl was still on her knees as she responded immediately to follow the woman’s instructions, reaching out to pop the button on the thin waistband of Evelyn’s light summer skirt, then tentatively tugging the zipper down in back, watching nervously as the black lace of the woman’s garter belt and underwear came into view.

Evelyn moved, slowly and deliberately, letting her body move seductively as she inched the skirt down off the curves of her lovely ass, unveiling it for the girl, letting her see it, all dressed up in sexy black lace.

“Um, that must feel good on your skin,” the girl whispered, almost as a question, as Evelyn let her skirt fall around her ankles on the sofa.

“What?” Evelyn asked, turning her head to look back at the girl.

“Ahh, your bloomers, and those other pretty things,” the girl responded nervously.

“Oh, they feel wonderful on my skin,” Evelyn whispered seductively as she slipped her hands around and tucked them down under the curve of her bum, then moved them slowly up over her cheeks, caressing herself, letting the girl watch her do that.

Evelyn smiled as she gazed back at the girl. The nine-year-old’s eyes were focused intently on her ass, watching, looking.

“Would you like a feel?” Evelyn asked, reaching back for one of Rebecca’s hands, guiding it to her bottom, letting the little girl feel the texture of her lacy underwear, letting her feel the shape of her womanly ass.

“It feels good to be touched… all over,” Evelyn whispered suggestively as she slowly turned to face the girl, holding her hand in place, dragging it over the curve of her bottom, around her hip, and onto the softness of her tummy.

“It feels especially good down here,” the woman whispered as she guided the little girl’s fingers down over her mound and tucked them between her legs, pressing them boldly up against the crotch of her sexy lace panties, letting the girl feel the shape of her cunt.

The girl’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, but she made no attempt to take her hand away.

“Oh that’s it,” Evelyn whispered passionately. “Right there. It feels so good right there.”

The woman gently pumped her hips in a slow fucking motion as she pressed the little girl’s timid fingers up against her mound.

“Unnghh, yes, that’s it,” the woman moaned softly. “Rub my cunt for me, princess. Mmmm, that feels good. We’re going to have so much fun together, Rebecca.”

Evelyn was tempted to grasp the girl’s hand and tuck it right down into her underwear. She wanted to feel those tiny little fingers directly on her cunt. She wanted to push them inside her. But that would have to wait.

Reluctantly, she extracted the little girl’s hand from between her legs and dropped to her knees on the sofa once more.

And there they were, a 28-year-old woman and nine-year-old girl, kneeling on the sofa, facing each other. Both of them nervous, anticipating the naughty things they were going to do together.

Their playful undress-me game had left the woman wearing nothing but her lacy black lingerie, her garter belt and stockings, skimpy little bloomers and her sexy brassiere.

The girl, on the other hand, still appeared to be fully clothed in her pretty little summer dress. But underneath that dress, Rebecca’s pretty little cunt and her cute little bum were completely naked and available.

Evelyn reached out and pulled Rebecca close, wrapping both arms around her, letting her hands roam up and down the girl’s body.

The girl whimpered, twined her own arms around the woman and melted up against her.

Evelyn kissed the girl’s lips, then pushed her tongue into her mouth as her left hand slipped down to the back of Rebecca’s knees and inched up under the back of her dress, then up the back of her thighs and onto the soft naked cheeks of her bare bum, squeezing it, caressing it, pulling the girl up against her.

The woman then let her middle finger flirt its way down the line of the private little valley between the cheeks of the little girl’s bottom, seeking even greater intimacy with the nine-year-old.

Breaking their kiss, Evelyn whispered a soft instruction.”Spread your legs a little, princess.”

The girl murmured softly and did as she was told, inching her knees apart on the cushioned seat of the sofa.

“A little more, Rebecca,” the woman whispered. The girl’s legs parted even further.

The woman had the freedom she was seeking. She pushed her tongue back into Rebecca’s mouth and then boldly, without hesitation, she tucked the tip of her middle finger between the child’s cheeks and touched the tight circle of her tender little anus, pressing up against it, letting the little girl know exactly how intimate they were going to be with each other.

The girl’s bum twitched as the woman tongue-fucked her young mouth, pressing her finger up between Rebecca’s cheeks.

Evelyn’s bold finger found the center of that tight little rosebud and pressed, pushing against it, feeling the little muscle tense briefly and then relax, opening up just a little.

The girl’s mouth fell away as Rebecca dropped back. This was almost too much for the child. She’d never imagined this, being wrapped in Mrs. Johnson’s arms, feeling a warm hand up under her dress, feeling the tip of the woman’s slender middle finger pressing against her bum hole.

Evelyn smiled as the girl’s eyes rolled up, her head dropped back and her mouth went slack.

“Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh,” the girl moaned. Then suddenly, the nine-year-old’s anus relaxed completely and opened up for the woman.

There we go,” Evelyn whispered softly, calming the girl. “Just relax, my love, let it happen.”

Several years ago, Evelyn’s husband, in moment of hot passion, had shown her that giving someone you love access to that very private place could actually be a very pleasurable experience. Now she was sharing that knowledge with a pretty little girl.

She pushed in, seeking intimate depth, feeling the warmth of the girl’s young body embrace her probing finger, feeling that tight ring gripping her second knuckle. She paused momentarily before pulling out so that only the tip remained inside. And then she slowly pressed back in again — boldly, lewdly finger-fucking the nine-year-old’s bum, feeling the girl squirm in her arms, hearing her nervous gasps.

Evelyn smiled. Nothing could be finer on this warm Wednesday morning. She had a pretty little waif in her house. She had the girl’s bloomers stripped off. She had her slender middle finger pushed up the girl’s bum. And she had the rest of the day to do all of the things she’d imagined doing with the little girl she’d met in the change room at the Woolworth’s store.

Evelyn leaned forward and nuzzled the girl’s neck, kissing her way up to her ear, whispering passionately to her. “Mmmm, you are so sexy, such a pretty girl,” the woman gasped softly as poked her tongue out and flirted with Rebecca’s earlobe. “Mmmm, I want to fuck you, sweetheart.”

Those strange words shocked Evelyn even as they were leaving her mouth. They were the kind of words her husband often used when he was on her. Harold liked to be aggressive in bed, and he liked Evelyn to be submissive.

But now she was the aggressor, and her own submissive little lover was a nine-year-old girl. And as it turned out, the role of aggressor came naturally to her.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Evelyn whispered. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. And you are going to be a good girl for me while I do.”

Rebecca gasped nervously as Evelyn demonstrated her intent with the tip of her tongue, french-kissing the little girl’s ear.

“Do you understand?” Evelyn asked.

“Yesss,” the girl whimpered submissively.

“Good,” the woman cooed as she slipped her middle finger out of the girl’s bum. “Now, let’s get this dress off of you.”

The girl leaned against Evelyn as the woman’s fingers worked on the buttons down the back of her dress. When she was done, Evelyn coaxed the girl out of her arms, and gently tugged the front of her dress forward and down.

Both of them were breathing deeply — Evelyn out of pure arousal, and Rebecca out of excited nervousness.

The woman smiled as the dress fell away and dropped around the girl’s on the sofa.

It was odd, Evelyn had not expected this. The girl was wearing a little white cotton undershirt, the simplest kind, with thin shoulder straps. It was a little small on her, the bottom hem barely reaching her navel. It was perfect. She looked like a little angel.

“My God, you are beautiful, Rebecca,” the woman whispered. She leaned down and helped the girl tug the dress under her knees and pull it off.

“There we are,” the woman murmured, drinking in the lovely sight. “Now I want you upstairs. I want you in my bed. Come with me.”

Evelyn stood and reached for the little girl’s hand, holding it in hers, coaxing her up from the sofa, leading her across the room, guiding her up the wide stairway that led to the second floor of the big house.

It was pretty dim in the parlour, but the big ceiling light was on in the hallway beside the staircase. So if someone happened to be walking across the front porch at that moment, and just happened to look in the big front window and focus past the thin sheer curtains, they would have seen a very strange thing indeed — a grown woman dressed in the sexiest of black lingerie, walking up a flight of stairs, holding hands with a very pretty and nearly naked little girl.

The End 

Sadly, Puella never completed this story. Nearly ten years after this last chapter was originally posted at Leslita, it’s doubtful that we will ever see another from her. Nonetheless, we think what there is of the story is good enough to justify posting at Juicy Secrets.

Still, we wonder — might there be some bold soul among us with the will and the writing chops to attempt a new installment of this lovely tale…? 

5 Comments on Pretty Little Waif, Part Three

  1. Amanda Lynn says:

    I liked where this story was going and am very disappointed that it is incomplete. :( Oh well. Maybe someone will accept the challenge and give this wonderful story a fitting conclusion.

  2. lostsoul99 says:

    I have been a lurker on this site for quite some time. I fully enjoy all of the stories I read here, but this is, without a doubt, my favorite story. It’s a shame it will never be finished.

  3. Rube says:

    Like some of the 1940 movies, the camera moves to the window showing the world outside. Everyone knows what is happening in the bedroom, but it is left to the imagination.

    Same here. Just imagine. More? Please let each of us complete the story in our own way.

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