Torri,

By Leslie Schmidt



"Are you sure it's not too much trouble?" Anna said 
as she gathered up her coat.

"Heavens no!" I replied. "I'll enjoy it. It's been a 
long time and I've missed little girls."

"You have fun with Uncle Timmy," she said to the 
toddler. The little girl looked up from her dolly. 
"He's going to watch you for tonight."

The little girl turned her attention back to her toys.

"I've put a couple of nappies in her bag. She's good 
about asking to go to the lew but she still sleeps in a 
nappy."

"That's fine, I've changed babies before."

Anna walked over and picked her daughter up, 
hugging her. "Give me a kiss honey. Mum's going 
bye bye."

"Bye bye mummy," the little one chimed, then 
planted a kiss on her mother's lips. The two hugged, 
then the child turned again, stretching down toward 
her toys. "Bye bye, honey, see you tomorrow," 
Anna said as she put the child down, patting her on 
the back.

I ushered my cousin out with more assurances that 
her little girl would be fine. I stood in the doorway, 
where I could watch the lovely child while her 
mother backed out of the driveway and headed 
down the street.

I closed the door, then went back and sat down on 
the sofa, watching both the game and the girl, more 
the girl than the game.

Torri is about three months past her second 
birthday, well shy of a meter tall and not yet 12 
kilos. She has a round face, wide set eyes and a 
small mouth. Her chestnut hair is cut short, not 
reaching her shoulders, and curly.  Her mother had 
painted her fingernails a subtle greenish silver that 
went with her hazel eyes. The rest of her I had never 
seen, but that was going to change.

She was wearing a light blue shirt, one with a small 
decorative collar and two loop type buttons in front, 
and jeans shorts, ones with an elastic waistband. 
She had pulled off her white sandels, they were on 
either side of the room, and seemed perfectly 
contented to sit a play with a couple of plastic baby 
dolls, one naked, the other wearing only a dirty 
shift.

This lasted for about ten minutes before she started 
exploring the house. She went around the room, 
looking at all the furniture, pushed a couple of 
random buttons on the DVD player, then made her 
way into the kitchen.

In anticipation of the toddler's visit, I had made 
some efforts to child proof, the dish soap was over 
the sink, the glass bowls up high and there were 
plastic fillers in the unused plugs, but I intervened 
when she pulled open the fridge.

"Drink?" I asked, standing over her, my hand on the 
open door also.

She smiled and nodded. "Apple juice," she said.

I was prepared for this and soon she had a sipper 
cup of juice with her as she wondered around the 
place. In my bedroom she looked through some 
books and then at some magazines on the floor. She 
didn't seem too interested in the pictures of groups 
and couples in various sexual Olympics. She went 
on and looked into the bathroom, then walked out 
into the hall. In my spare bedroom she found her 
overnight bag, looked in the closet, then came out. 
She looked into the bathroom, then turned to me, 
"Potty?"

My heart quickened a bit. "Sure, good girl to ask."

I took her into the toilet and stood her with her back 
to the lew, I sat on the edge of the tub. I was 
breathing hard as I pulled at the hips of her pants, 
uncovering white panties with yellow pokemon 
characters. Then, while trying to control my 
breathing, and with my cock trying to rip out of my 
pants, I pulled down the panties.

Torri still has chubby thighs and a round tummy. 
Her sex is another little bubble under her stomach, 
there's almost a crease across above it. Her slit is 
really quite small, pretty much only between her 
legs, not extending up the front of her mons much.

With her pants around her ankles, she tried to push 
herself up on the seat, I gave her some help, feeling 
her ribs through her shirt. Then I watched as the 
tiny stream of urine spurted out from between her 
pussy lips and tinkled in the water. It lasted for only 
a few seconds before petering out, then a couple of 
small spurts, then a drip or two. She leaned back, 
her hands on the seat behind her, and spread her 
legs further, showing me her puss with a 
questioning look on her face. "Wipey?"

I caught my breath and my blood pressure went 
critical. It was with a shaky hand that I took a few 
sheets of toilet paper and wiped the drops of piss off 
the tiny pussy. She slid off the seat and turned 
around, showing me her butt, while she, on tip toes, 
reached up and flushed.  She shuffled back, then 
tried to pull her pants and underwear up as one and 
got them tangled and jammed. I helped her, first 
disentangling the panties and working them up. I 
couldn't help it, I just had to cop a feel. Her mons 
was soft and warm, that's really all I could tell from 
the one quick pass of my finger along the child's 
sex.

We went that afternoon and spent some time at the 
stores, not really shopping but as a distraction, then 
to a playground where I pushed her in a swing and 
then let her climb around on the smaller playset. I 
took some pictures of her there, cute shots of a cute 
little one having fun. Then we headed home, it was 
about dinner time.

I don't know how much of the macaroni and cheese 
with hot dog wheels got in the child, on the child, 
on the floor, in the hair. I tried to get her to use a 
spoon with no luck and watched as she played with 
her food and ate with her hands. The sliced apples 
were more of a success and she did use a spoon 
with the ice cream but it was definitely bath time 
when we were done. I cleaned her up as best I could 
with a wash cloth, then she sat on the floor while I 
quickly did the dishes.

I was nervous and jumpy as we walked to the 
bathroom. While I started filling the tub, she tugged 
her clothes off and I was rewarded with the sight of 
the naked little girl when I turned around. She's still 
got a lot of her baby fat, false rises under her 
nipples, chubby arms and thighs. My cock was 
really straining as I stood her in the tub, then used 
the hand shower nozzle to wet her down.

I didn't use a wash cloth, I used my hands to soap 
her up. First, I started on her shoulders. I ran my 
hands up and down her arms, cleaning between 
each of her fingers, then tickling her arm pits. That 
got a peal of raucous giggles and a "STOP THAT!" 
Then, the soap on my hands renewed, I washed her 
sides (more tickles), chest, and back. She splashed 
when I washed her belly-"That tickles!!!" She 
really didn't seem to notice as I slid my hand over 
her little butt, then worked a finger between the 
round cheeks and washed her bung hole.

Next I ran my hands up and down each thigh, the 
water was to her knees, and pushed the edge of my 
hand up along her pussy. I just couldn't help myself 
and I pointedly fingered her little puss, running my 
soapy finger back and forth along her crack while I 
rubbed my cock through my pants with the other.

We were both quiet as I soaped up her hair, she sat 
and played with some suds, then I rinsed with the 
hand nozzle. I had brought a couple of cups, bowls, 
and a wooden spoon in for her to play with and I 
left her for just a second while I went and got my 
camera. 

As soon as she saw the camera, she started to ham it 
up. Rolling around in the water, smiling and making 
faces for me. Little ones just love having their 
picture taken, and Torri was no exception. 
Unfortunately, because of all of the suds in the 
water, I really wasn't able to get many really good 
shots, the item of importance was usually covered 
up. She did, for a short while, stand up and so there 
are a couple of frontals and one really sweet one of 
her ass as she bends over, her little clam poking out 
from between chubby thighs. In another, she's 
laying on her stomach and her ass makes a pink 
island in a soapy sea. With some coaching, I did get 
her to lift up on her elbows and feet, a sort of crab 
walk, with her hips thrust forward and out of the 
water, displaying her lovely pink pussy for me. As 
she played, I calmed down some, my cock wasn't 
absolutely ridged, so I stripped down too. She really 
didn't seem to notice, she just kept playing.

After a few minutes she was getting bored, so I 
lifted her out of the tub and dried her off. This time, 
I laid her down on a big towel and marveled at the 
sight. I took a couple of pictures, in one of them I 
had just poked at her tummy and she is laughing, 
her head thrown back and turned slightly to one 
side, one of her knees up, her hands pushing away 
from her tummy, eyes squeezed shut. Even though 
you can't see the main attraction, it's a wonderful 
photo, really fun and making the most out of her.

I stood her up and, while sitting on the toilet, I 
combed out her hair. Then I blow dried it. She 
shrieked with laughter when I directed the warm air 
at her pussy.

All dried off, we walked hand in hand back into the 
living room. She didn't seem to notice that there 
was anything different that we were naked. She 
went right back to playing with her dolls and a 
dozen or so blocks while I downloaded the camera's 
memory into my laptop. Then I started again, taking 
random pictures of the naked toddler as she played. 
Occasionally, when she noticed, she'd pay attention 
to me and the camera, then she'd be distracted and 
turn to something else. I got a couple of great pics 
of her sitting cross legged, her little clit ridge 
catching some air when her pussy lips were pulled 
apart. There were a couple more of her crawling, 
the camel toe just below a little burgundy bung 
hole.

I stopped taking pictures and started watching 
television. I went for a beer and brought my little 
toddler-slut a sipper cup with some apple juice. This 
lasted about 15 minutes, long enough for me to 
finish my beer, then the little one, beginning to get 
sleepy, came over and crawled into my lap. The 
feeling of the smooth naked skin got me instantly 
hard. She sat on my hip, her little legs dangling 
between mine, my boner sticking up against her hip. 
Of course, she couldn't help but brush up against it 
as she played with her doll. At one point, she looked 
at it curiously, then up at me, but when back to the 
doll.

Of course, I simply couldn't help it. I lifted her and 
turned her so she was straddling my thigh, then lay 
the little one back against me. My rock hard cock 
was along her side and shoulder blade. I could cover 
her entire little rounded tummy with one of my 
hands. The blood rushed in my ears as I moved my 
finger lower and felt between the smooth ridges of 
her cunt. She had kind of stopped moving around, 
trying to figure out what I was doing and I knew I 
had to make it fun for her or she'd be bored real fast 
and want to do something else. I doubt a two year 
old can have a real orgasm-they do play with 
themselves, but are easily distracted.

Torri usually gets "horsy rides" on my knee, so I 
started lifting my knee up and down with my 
stroking of her clit. This did the trick and she was 
soon giggling and holding on to my wrist and hand, 
actually pushing me against her tiny sex. Of course, 
my cock was getting a nice treatment squished 
between her back and my stomach, but it really 
wasn't the sort of regular, smooth stroking I really 
wanted.

I picked the little one up (she only weighs 12 or 13 
kilos) and sat her astride my hips, facing me. Now 
her pussy was stretched open across my dick, what 
a sight. I was slouched down on the sofa and started 
the ride again, this time thrusting my hips up. I 
jumped and shook and Torri laughed and laughed. 
She grabbed my cock to hang on, pulling it up 
against her belly, pushing it harder against her 
pussy. The head reached to her lower chest as she 
hugged my rod and held on, laughing and shrieking 
with the "horsy ride."

I was just too turned on by the sight of a two year 
old hugging my cock to herself, rubbing it up and 
down her torso. The ride got real energetic as she 
clutched me, one hand half way down the shaft, the 
other clutching my dick head against the base of her 
solar plexus. The eruption was inevitable. At first, 
in her laughter, she didn't seem to notice the 
enormous gobs of slime shooting out, smearing up 
her chest, splashing on her chin and my stomach. 
When, after firing eight or ten times against the 
little girl, I calmed down, panting hard, she sort of 
pulled her hands back and looked with some 
concern at her cum covered fingers, then down at 
her chest and belly. She wiped the goo around, not 
knowing what to make of it-what had happened or 
where it had come from.

I pulled the little one up, sliding her along my 
softening cock and through my semen, then kissed 
her and told her how much I loved her. For the 
moment, she forgot about the cum bath she had just 
had and hugged my neck. I picked her up and 
carried her into the bathroom where I cleaned her 
up with a warm wash cloth, then put her in a nappy 
and, it being a warm night, put her to bed with 
nothing else. Babies sleep so soundly, hopefully I 
could have a little more fun later.