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Most if not all of the stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people. I write stories for my own enjoyment. I write stories in which adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls, although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is I write stories for my own enjoyment. If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth" as he puts it into the story line. If there are any mistakes in the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error and not his. Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me. Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome to continue. Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex, young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape. Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good majority of these codes are. I hope you enjoy the story. Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com I reply to readers who take time to email me. Please, please, please email me your thoughts on the story. If you use ASSTR's reader response to send me an email I can't respond to it as it is a generic email address from ASSTR. If you want a response to your email please email me directly. ** Little Angels 6 So here I was at the public pool wearing a skimpy two-piece bikini. In the week since the amusement park I had been texting with a new girl, didn't know her age, name or even what she looked like. She wanted to meet at the pool which I thought was fine at first until I realized that I would have to bring my family along just in case a friend or somebody would notice me there by myself and mention it to them. The girl had texted that she wanted me to wear a pink bikini with cartoon characters on it and put my hair in a bun on top of my head. I went to the department store and realized when I walked into the swimsuit area that there were plenty of pink bikinis with cartoon characters on them, but they were all the type that a teen or pre-teen girl would wear. It was at this point that I could have backed out, I mean being asked to wear a pre-teen bikini on my full womanly body was outrageous. What the fuck would I tell my family as I walked down the stairs with it on? But the other part me wanted to have that girl play with me, touch me, make me dance on the end of her fingers, call me names like "girlie lover", maybe even slap my face a couple of times. My cunt tingled when I thought of that. So today I wore a t-shirt and cutoffs covering my skimpy bikini as we got into the car and headed for the public pool. The kids thought it was a little strange going to the pool on a Saturday afternoon but there was two weeks of school left and the weather had turned a lot warmer. I mentioned that since it was a public pool and our tax dollars paid for it then we should at least use it. In the locker room of the pool area my daughter was shocked as I took off my t-shirt and shorts. I told her that I wanted the sun to tan me and besides I thought it would be fun and cutesy wearing it. She should try it some time. She replied no thanks and that she didn't want to look like a slut. That hurt, but I ignored it because I had something bigger in mind. My husband and son damn near fell out of their lounge chairs as they watched me come out of the locker room towards them but I told them the same thing. Truthfully though, it was uncomfortable wearing the bikini, my tits threatened to pop out at any moment and I had a thin piece of cloth covering my vagina and anus. I would never wear something like this anywhere but I was desperate to meet that unknown girl. My husband and kids jumped into the pool as I put on my sunglasses and got my book out, my second cell phone laying next to my thigh just in case the girl texted me again. I kind of hid it beside me so my family wouldn't see it and turned the volume off but left it in vibrate mode. I thought back to previous week as I drove over to Dietz Elementary school where Amy attended school. I parked down the street and watched as kids file out of the school. I damn near jumped out of my skin as some lady knocked on my window informing me that I could park in the school parking lot if I was waiting for somebody. I just smiled and nodded and drove off. The next three days I parked at different places in front of the school hoping to catch a glimpse of Amy but never did. I couldn't help but feel disappointed until, that is, this new girl got in touch. My eyes wandered over to the pool and my breath skipped and my stomach tingled. A girl, who looked all of ten years-old, had emerged from the pool and was standing on the side looking at the people in the pool, letting the water run off her, rivulets sparkling in the sunlight as they ran down her two piece swimsuit, down her legs, making a puddle at her feet. She stood, arms stretched out, letting the sun dry her and reveling in having such a perfect little pre-teen body. My cunt suddenly went moist. God, I hoped this was her. She shivered slightly as her body adjusted to the difference in temperature: it wasn't a cold day but she had got warm in the water, and even the sun wasn't warming her as quickly as she'd want. I looked at her shape, her firm little bottom and the hollow of her back, her small slightly curved tummy and flat chest. Maybe the merest sign of swelling up there, mushroom cap nipples, the hint of things to come. I looked and marvelled at how something so young could be so perfect. Cute, pretty and very desirable if you like that kind of thing, and I did. I didn't even realize that I liked this sort of thing until Phyllis gave me the information on this dating app. But I did, and now I knew I would have to keep it all screwed down tight. But here at the poolside it was so hard to keep in, so tempting to let it out. I wouldn't let it out though, certainly not with my family here, my husband with my kids splashing in the pool. I so desperately wanted to go over and ask her if she was the one who had been texting me but I took a deep breath but did nothing: somehow I knew that if it was her, she would find me. The girl's hair was wet, and though it had been tied back, strands of it clung to her face and she pushed them away. Let me do that, I thought from where I lay on the sun lounger, book open on my knee, my cunt seeping. I didn't care about "Sense and Sensibility" right now: I wanted to be on my hands and knees in front of this child looking up at her as she smiled down at me. I wanted my lips against hers. The only senses I wanted to fill was mine. My tongue buried in her smooth hairless cunt, her hands buried between my legs as she gently pumped my cunt from behind, that's where her hands should be. Fuck, I groaned under my breath. For those of you who don't know, the self-torture of the secret innermost world of an adult woman is a mix of emotions when it comes to pre-teen girls. They're goddesses. I went back to the book, about a world where so much was hidden. Like now, I thought. I have to keep my thoughts hidden and wait for the text from the girl. Best not to think too much on it and wait and see who at the pool will text me. I squeezed my thighs together just a little, wanting to both suppress that faint tingle in my sex and make it more intense. It was the rubber ball fix as I called it: you tried to squeeze the feelings smaller but knew when you relaxed your grip a little it comes to life, bouncier than before. The swimming pool was noisy and there was no chance of any privacy so I didn't know what the reason was for meeting here. As one of my kids caught my eye, waving to me, I waved back. For some reason the girl I had been admiring had caught my wave, and was looking at me. To my astonishment she sauntered over towards me. I stared at her, trying not to gulp as a very naughty thought flushed through my whole being. It was almost: you waved, I came, you will cum. Well, of course I could be mistaken. She was going somewhere else, going to see her family or friends or aunt or whatever, not me. It was coincidence she was walking this way, her feet delicately leaving wet footprints on the tiles. Fuck how I could worship something like that. But there was no one behind me. She stopped and stood over me, looking down, and then without invitation sat herself on the very edge of my lounger, her perfect rear pressed up to my leg. "Hello," I said, unsure what to say, my heart thumping, hoping my family wasn't looking. "I am pleased that you wore what I told you too," she said as she sat next to me where I could feel the heat of her little body on my leg. Her wet body. "I like women who can follow instructions. Most women can't you know." I stared at the girl, and then realized she was talking about the women she had been with. She continued, "Most women think they're smart but they're really not." I just nodded my head in agreement. Who was I to argue? "I can stay until four," she said, looking at me. Pointedly. "Then I have to go." "Your friends?" I said, confusion on my face. "Are you here by yourself?" I could imagine my husband noticing and asking afterward who she was. Asking why I was looking flushed, no doubt. "You're not very smart Mrs James. I don't bring my friends to something like this," the girl smiled and I blushed. She was right of course. "I don't know your name," I said. "No," the ten year old giggled a little. "It's better for the woman that way." My heart skipped a beat. Actually, about five beats. "What way?" "The best way," she purred. "What?" The little girl smiled at me, and then did something I never expected. She put her hand on my bare, dry leg: this new pink bikini with cartoon characters was for tanning, not getting wet, fairly high up too. I gave a little gasp. "You shouldn't," I said, but I didn't wriggle or try to move the child's hand. "Not here in public." I also realized that with the texting app I had traded my name for nothing from her. Was this how it was going to be? "Mrs James," she repeated, saying it as it meant something to her. "Where is your mother?" I asked as I had sudden doubt and panic but couldn't move. "At home, doing silly mother things. She knows, if that's what you're worried about, Mrs James." I gulped. This was fast becoming the weirdest conversation ever, and I was helpless to stop it. "Knows what?" "She knows I use an app on my cell phone to talk to older women like you." She was grinning at me. "When I got out of the pool I was very happy to see that you were here. Also that you were wearing what I ordered you to." Oh fuck. I was falling down some slippery, wet, hot slope. Ordered me? "What do you do?" My throat was so tight nothing but a squeak came out. It made the youngster laugh. "You're funny, Mrs James" she said. "Like you pretend you don't want me to buy your body for the next two hours." I have a theory here: I either passed out with shock and delight and entered a dream state, or slipped into a parallel universe where little girls say things like that but you couldn't feel anything. But the way her still wet hand edged up my dry thigh towards the temple of my desires reminded me I was in the here and now. "Maybe I will let you buy me." I hesitated and blushed. "You don't know me," I said, registering this as the lamest, most inane response ever to getting close to what you most want in life. The ten year old giggled more. "Bet I do." Her hand was slipping inside my thigh, and I opened my legs a little. Really I wanted to throw them wide open so my dampening crotch was stretched taut over my sex, partly to make it easier in case she wanted to stroke me there, or simply to show I had surrendered. Pretty much the most basic body-language ever. "We can't do anything here," I said, aware there was pool full of people twenty yards away. Three of whom were my family. They would probably notice Mommy french kissing a child, her hands between my legs. "Then let me get my money and we go in there," the girl nodded as she stood up, "and bring your purse." I didn't know where she meant, but it was going to be a whole lot better than heavy public petting. On the other hand, she could take me anywhere the way I felt. The local refuse dump would have been fine too. She let go of my leg, by now her fingers were about two inches from my pulsing cunt, and we stood together, I bent over to pick up my purse, not wondering why, just doing it. Then she walked over to her lounge chair and picked up a small wallet and her cell phone. I shot a look at the pool: I could see my husband and the kids splashing yards away in another more innocent world, so I could leave them there for now. The little girl returned and took my hand and led me away from the sun lounger. My book dropped open on the concrete, but having abandoned any sense and sensibility, it didn't matter if I lost my page. We walked into the women's locker room that had cubicles for modesty, though not too much. The place had a few women in it, but they wouldn't take much notice of a mother and daughter, though I wondered if any of them had noticed neither of us had towels or our street clothes. Well, they let them wonder. I sat down in the cubicle and asked: "Is this it?" "No," said the girl with no name. "This is it, Mrs James," and pressed her pretty little lips to mine. Oh shit, I must have sighed into the kiss, moaning gently at the way her little tongue pushed at my mouth, worming its wet way in, finding mine. I opened wider, not caring if she shoved that wonderful tongue down my throat. All the way through me to my wet cunt. Top down licking, I suppose. The little girl's hands were on my breasts, working my nipples through the flimsy bikini top, making them hard under the cartoon characters. For my part, I clutched her wet body to mine, gripping that adorable firm, curved rear with my hands, pressing her into me so we would melt into one. She let go of my boobs, and ran her fingers down between us, pushing at the crotch of my costume, at the mouse character over my clit. "I want you," I breathed into her mouth. "I know!" She seemed to chuckle, but that darting tongue was back, filling me, stopping me from talking. The best way to be quiet, I thought, unless it was her sexy little cunt pressed down on my lips. I could be quiet a very long time like that. Her fingers were working against my bikini now. "Go inside me, please, please, please," I whimpered. Damn, whatever happened to dignity? The little girl stopped rubbing my against my costume, "Fifteen dollars Mrs James and I purchase your body for two hours," she smiled. "No complaining and I don't care what you have up here," she said tapping the side of my head. Dignity went home a long time ago. I would do anything for her, and she knew it. "Damn it, Okay" I replied breathlessly. She opened her small wallet and took out a five and a ten. The little girl knew I would take the money to have her molest me. I quickly stuffed the money in my small wallet then moved my attention back to her. The goddess stood beside me putting her left arm around the back of head. She gently pushed my head into her arm so that she was cradling my head. I looked up at her, so at ease. She smiled down at me. She opened her mouth a let out a dribble of spit that landed on my forehead. The spit trickled down to my right eye. I was momentarily taken aback and had to close my eye as her spit pooled on it. She was still smiling cradling my head. Then she took her right index finger a moved it to the entrance of my right nostril. Before I knew what she was going to do she gently pushed her finger into my nose and wiggled it around. I started to squirm and involuntarily tried to move away. "Shh, Mrs James, stay still, this won't hurt I promise." She pulled her finger out of my nose and rubbed it on my lips, "Open wide for me," she smiled. I did and she wiped her finger on my tongue. She leaned over and dribbled spit into my mouth then put her fingers into my mouth again feeling my tongue and lips. I smiled up at her. She removed her fingers from my mouth and rubbed the pooled spit in my right eye around on my face. "You're a good little girl, Mrs James," smiled the youngster. My heart leapt and my cunt tingled and I smiled at her. Then she was grinning as she moved her hand down inside my costume, feeling up into my sex, finding out that it was the wettest part of me. The wet fingers of a child rubbing into my sopping slit, feeling the shape, the depth, the heat. Feeling how my juices were running. Finding the hard nub of my clit and, oh shit, teasing it like she knew how to bring off a woman like me. A woman desperate for the hands and lips of a pretty little girl. "Oh, I love you. Finger fuck me, angel," I breathed as she reached in deeper, not knowing if she heard me as my lips were mashed to hers. It was a stupid thing to say. I didn't know her at all. Well, only sexually. My hands were at her little slit now. I had hardly noticed I had got my hands inside her costume, inside the wet fabric, rubbing at her small hairless slit like she would cum for me. Maybe she would, right after I came. "Please," I whispered again, around her tongue. She broke the kiss and slapped the side of my face with her right hand. I was shocked then she slapped me again. "Be quiet Mrs James, and take your hand from my bottom," she said mischievously looking into my eyes. "Yes, anything," I said, quickly pulled my hand back and plunged back into a kiss more eagerly than before. The ten year old removed her hand from my breast and brought it to my chin, squeezing my chin, looking into my eyes. "Stand up Mrs James," she ordered. As I did so she never removed her fingers from my clit. My eyes were watering and my heartbeat was off the charts. This youngster had control of me in the most delicious way. She looked into my eyes. "Dance for me Mrs James, cum hard slut!" she said as she teased and pulled my clit. I was dancing back and forth shifting my weight back and forth as the little girl worked my clit. "Look at me Mrs James, look at me as you cum" she growled as she jammed four fingers into my cunt, her thumb rubbing my clit. I came, moaning with my breath ragged and every fiber of me alive. I stood, shaking with the exertion, the climax tearing through me, in that small cubicle with people outside and my family nearby and clinging to this child with her small fingers in my cunt, not caring about anything. "Mrs James," she said to me. "Naughty Mrs James, letting a little girl finger her" she giggled. "Yes, naughty Mrs James," I echoed, holding her onto her shoulders in case I lost her forever. Outside there were voices, female voices, the sound of the world being normal. Normal unfulfilled women not knowing what it was like to be played with by a ten year old, to be had by a child so pretty in her wet pre-teen two piece bikini. Not knowing how hard you cum when a little girl takes you by your clit and leads you around. Makes you wet. Makes you want to come back for more. She took me by my clit and literally led me to the toilet stall. "Kneel for me Mrs James," the girl smiled at me. I knelt down looking up at her. She slowly removed her bikini bottoms and my face went flush and my mouth watered as I stared at the smooth glistening little slit. She pushed my head back as she mounted my face. I kissed the ten year-old's sopping wet pussy full on and heard girl groan as if the culmination of my efforts were being realized. I pushed my nose into the bottom of her slit and ran it up to her clit. The girl sighed as the tip of my nose brushed across her swollen knob. Instinctively she pushed her hips forward and spread her knees far apart. I pushed outwardly on the girl's thighs and drove my tongue deep into the tangy wetness. I licked and sucked on the youngster's cunt, making love to it. Just as I was getting into it, the restroom door opened. We froze. My heart raced as I looked up at the girl. I squeezed tightly on her waist not wanting her to step away from me. "Are you all right in there?" came a female voice from the other side of the wall. We both looked at each other and smiled. We would have giggled if we could but I wasn't sure if I should answer or if the youngster should answer. She nodded her head at me to respond. "U-uh, y-yes, I'm fine," I said with a smile in my voice. "What are you doing in there?" inquired the woman. "Do you have someone in there with you?" My heart skipped a beat. My mind created and rejected a dozen excuses. I looked up at the youngster helplessly. The ten year-old smiled down at me, a look of calm on her face. She reached down with her right hand and cupped the back of my head and pulled me forward. She pushed her pelvis towards me and said, "Uh, yes, there are two of us in here." As she spoke, she pushed her pre-teen cunt onto my nose and slowly rubbed her steamy flesh on the bony bridge and continued, "I'm not feeling very good and my mom is helping me." "Oh. Okay, just so long as everything is okay in there," the woman replied as she took the stall next to ours. The ten year-old gushed an incredible rush of girl juice when she heard the stall door next-door close, and I tried to capture its thick silky smoothness in my mouth. She pushed her knees apart as far as they would go until her bikini bottoms snapped down around her ankles. She held my face to her cunt and continued to rub herself on my nose. The thought of the woman sitting right next to us taking a shit while she face fucked me was pushing her over the edge and I instinctively knew that she loved the idea of letting this unknown woman know what was 'really going on in there'. My nose felt so good on her youthful slippery cunt and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. Again I sensed that she desperately wanted to let the woman know what was happening without 'saying' anything and as she ground her cunt against me, I felt her excitement too. How wonderfully depraved for this complete stranger to somehow know that I was a little girl's whore and I had my head buried between her ten year old thighs. I wondered what devious ideas were racing through the girl's mind but doing more was so dangerous, and we only had a few seconds before the woman left. The youngster lifted her right foot and tilted her toe. Her bikini bottoms dropped off one ankle and bunched themselves around her left ankle. Deliberately, she pushed her foot under the divider until she KNEW that woman could see it! She held my face to her cunt and kept rubbing and her juices were flowing hard now as she got nearer to cumming! The feeling of my nose as it split the soppy fleshy folds of her young cunt was incredible and I felt a rush of naughtiness: when the youngster had replied to the woman all I could do was stay quiet and hope that the woman in the next stall believed her; but now she had made it so obvious, my heart was pounding so hard with excitement that I thought it might burst. The girl's incessant rubbing was no help either as I tried to keep her as steady as possible until she had an orgasm. Through it all, the smell of a hot pre-teen pussy and the tangy taste of youthful cunt juice in my mouth was deliciously stimulating. I loved it, I loved being forced to do these dirty deeds in public, and the possibility of getting caught with a pre-teen cunt on my whore mouth was the most awesome, exciting thing I could think of. The sound of `plop, plop" into the toilet bowl reminded both of us that the woman was just in the next stall and I heard the girl giggle. Then there was the sound of toilet paper being pulled off the roller, the rapid rustle of clothing, and the toilet flushed, signaling the end of the woman's impromptu visit, and she left without another word. "Oh, gawd, that was close, huh Mrs James?" the youngster sighed as she mashed her pubic mound down even harder onto my nose. She whispered, "You're gonna make me cum now aren't you? You're gonna be a good little whore and make my little girl cunt cum, aren't you?" I tried to nod my head and smiled into her saturated slit. Gawd, I was so wet it was as if I had pissed myself! The girl pushed her pelvis forward faster. She wanted to watch me face fuck her pussy and grabbing my head, she positioned it so that her little cunt was just over the my nose. "Tilt your face up a little, Mrs James," the girl panted, "Ah, just like that. Now hold that position and DON'T MOVE!" The ten year-old slowly lowered her pubis bone down back onto my nose, using the pretty proboscis as a wedge to split her swollen labia until her clit nestled perfectly into the dip between my bridge and my forehead. She cooed her approval and slowly rocked her hips in response so that her clit humped from my forehead down onto the top of nose, and I could tell that the thumping and grinding was sending violent shocks of erotic pleasure into the youngster's anus and lower back. I tried hard to hold my position. The girl's small amount of pubic hair felt like sand paper on my forehead and for a moment I feared it was making my skin raw as my nose was being driven into pre-teen's sloppy cunt with each deep grind . I had to breathe through my mouth because my nose and nostrils were covered in slimy, sublime girl juice. I felt like I was just some sort of sexual toy for this little girl's pleasure. I just felt like a human rubbing post. I held on as the humping and grinding increased. The ten year-old bore down hard on my face and I could feel the girl's pubic bone hump hard against me. It hurt, but the gooey warmth was intoxicating. I knew the youngster was cumming and just tried to hold my position. Seconds later, it happened. I heard a deep guttural groan intermixed with short staccato pants as the girl came. "U-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h! Oh...oh...u-u-g-g-h-h!" The ten year-old's orgasm subsided slowly and she used my chin like a rag to wipe any residual cum on. After a few extra humps for good measure she let go of my face. She leaned forward and whispered, "That was wonderful my little love doll. Now put my bikini bottom back on. That nose of yours is AWESOME! Mmmmmm, I love it." smiled the youngster. "When we go back outside and I go like this," the ten year-old pointed to her own nose, "it means I want YOUR nose again, okay Mrs James?" I nodded my head. "Then you get up and come in here and wait for me." My face sticky and coated with girl cum, I smiled at her and helped her step into her bikini bottoms, shimmying them up the girl's slender thighs and placing them snugly against her cute little cunt. I stood as the girl turned, unlocked the door and skipped back towards the pool. I didn't follow her straight away. Instead I walked across to the restroom mirror and looked at myself. I looked like a slut, a whore: cunt juice coated my face and was matted in my hair; the bridge of my nose glowed red where it had been rubbed; my miniscule bikini looked disheveled, one of my tits hanging out, and the crotch buried between my swollen labia; my thighs glistened with my own slime. I smiled at my reflection and then set about trying to make myself presentable. *** She used my nose as a rubbing post two more times, rubbing her little cunt up and down and around the bridge. Her little whimpers and gasps of breath aroused her to a whole new level as she rubbed her pre-teen cunt over my face, painting it with her cream. Each time I returned to the lounge chair, my husband looked concerned and asked if everything was okay. "It must have been something I ate," I said as I sat back down, trying not to look at the girl as the ten year-old walked past me to her lounge chair. For the next hour I would get up from the lounger when the girl touched the side of her nose and walk to the locker room where I would meet her in the toilet stall. There this goddess would rub her cunt and anus all over my face. My neck muscles and jaw muscles were aching as I tried my best to worship her, to show my devotion to her body. We weren't disturbed again like the first time but a couple times I had the feeling that my daughter had come in to washroom, although I couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, the possibility only added to the thrill of what I was doing. How many times did I cum? I lost count, but all good things had to come to an end. At the appointed time the girl gathered her stuff and left and I stood up and put my t-shirt and shorts on as we gathered our own things, watching her pert little bottom sway out of sight. What a day, a beautiful fucking day! When we got home I brought myself off three times in the bathroom, furiously rubbing my cunt and clit thinking of the beautiful girl that molested me. Fuck! I would have to find this Mrs Howard, the creator of this app, and get her to make some changes to it. Oh yes, I had my ideas on how to make it better. ** end of chapter 6