*** Standard Disclaimer *** The following contains a textual depiction of consentual sex between two young girls. The descriptions are graphic and clinical. Please read no farther if this kind of material offends you. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce, archive, and disseminate this story by any means, as long as the following conditions are met: 1) The entire text of the story is reproduced, archived, or disseminated, including this disclaimer. 2) The story is not reproduced, archived, or disseminated as part of any commercial product or collection that is distributed for financial gain. * * * Carrie's Seduction by Randi Reynolds "Do you have your sunblock, Carrie?" asked her mom. She worried about Carrie's fair skin, and Carrie's new, first time two- piece swimsuit was an invitation to solar disaster. But she sure looks cute, she said to herself, as ten-year-old Carrie promptly displayed the bottle of sunblock. "Lisa, make sure Carrie uses it. And don't let her stay in the sun without it. Okay, towels, cooler, beach blanket...do you have every thing?" "Yes, ma'am." Lisa, Carrie's favorite baby-sitter, nodded solemnly and shut the hatch on the Suburban. Lisa had been planning this beach trip for a long time, and had carefully thought ahead. "Well, shall we, then?" said Carrie's mom with a bright smile. The two girls scrambled into the cab of the truck amid laughter and excited whispers. This was their first trip to the beach together, without an adult in tow, and they were duly excited. Carrie's mom was a bit nervous, but she trusted Lisa, who was mature beyond her sixteen years. Lisa was right, she thought. I can use a Saturday by myself, and Carrie really does love the beach. Glancing at the two girls beside her, hand in hand with their faces pressed to the window, she dismissed her lingering doubts as so much maternal instinct. "Green is your color, Carrie," she said to her daughter, finally shaking her motherly paranoia. "Do you like her new swim suit as much as she does, Lisa?" Lisa glanced at Carrie's lithe form next to her. Under her wrap, Carrie's small body was clad in a demure green two-piece. The bra fitted closely across Carrie's chest, the thin lycra hinting at the soft curves that it concealed. The suit bottom clung to the tops of Carrie's thighs, and the waistband circled her torso five centimeters below her navel. The crotch billowed softly, suggesting only a soft outline of Carrie's mons hidden beneath it. "Yes, ma'am," came the careful reply. "I think this two-piece is perfect for her." Lisa had bought it for Carrie, her ulterior motives delicately hidden under the shy smile that accompanied the gift when Lisa presented it to Carrie as a token of friendship. "She is so pretty. I think she was born to wear green." Lisa hugged Carrie, reaching across her shoulders with her left hand and sliding her right hand beneath Carrie's wrap to briefly caress Carrie's mons through her swim suit, then quickly moving it upwards to tickle Carrie's nearly oval tummy. Carrie, ticklish to the end, but enjoying the physical attention from her friend, giggled happily and leaned across the big bench seat to wrap her arms around her mom's waist. "It's the best swimsuit I've ever had." * * * Lisa contemplated her plans during the rest of the trip to thebeach. Being a normal sixteen year old girl, she was naturallycurious about her own sexuality, and had experimented with sex withthe neighborhood boys since she was Carrie's age. But the eroticexcitement she felt every time she made it with a boy had plateaued, and she couldn't recapture the tingly excitement that she had first felt all those years before. But Carrie had changed that. Not concerned about labels like "lesbian" or "dyke", she was only mildly surprised that this little girl next to her in the truck had rekindled those early sexual fires. Just looking at her sitting next to her made her vagina tingle and her nipples harden. Closing her eyes and crossing her legs tightly, she remembered back to the first time she baby-sitted Carrie, and the first time she ever touched her. Lisa was getting Carrie ready for bed, helping Carrie out of her jumper and into her cute little-girl nightie. Both girls were on Carrie's bed, with Lisa sitting behind a kneeling Carrie. Lisa had pulled the bottoms of Carrie's nightie up over her not-quite non-existent hips, and had reached around her young friend to turn her to face her. The tips of her fingers had momentarily brushed Carrie's mons, and then lingered there. Lisa could see the outline of Carrie's pudenda against the silk cloth at her crotch, and could feel the swell of Carrie's labia against her finger tips. As she slid her hand up across Carrie's stomach to reach for the tie strings of the nightie's top, she felt a familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach. She had felt this the first time a boy had slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties and gently rubbed her then ten-year-old mons. Surprised, but excited, Lisa took her time tying the strings of the top. She enjoyed the feel of Carrie's nipples through the silk of the nightie's top as she pretended to drop the strings and then slid her hands across Carrie's chest in several vain attempts to retrieve the ties. With each stolen caress, Lisa's excitement grew. This is what she wanted to recapture, this breathless, tingly feeling washing up from her vagina and rippling through her body to the tips of her nipples. Lisa was startled out of her reverie as Carrie's mother hit the speed bumps in the parking lot at the beach. She shuddered slightly, and smiled at the damp feeling between her legs. Feeling her shiver, Carrie said, "Are you cold, Lisa? It's a really warm day...?" Recovering her composure, Lisa laughed and said no, she was just thinking about how much fun they were going to have together today. As Carrie's mother paid the lot attendant, Lisa put her hand on Carrie's thigh, snugging the edge of her hand up against Carrie's mons, her little finger nestled between Carrie's labia. She rested it there, concentrating on the tingle rising from her own crotch until Carrie's mother was finished with the attendant. As Carrie's mom put the Suburban into gear and moved forward, Lisa briefly cupped Carrie's pudenda in her palm, then slid it up her pelvis to her bare tummy and tickled her. Oblivious to the intimate caress, Carrie squealed with delight at Lisa's light-fingered touch on her stomach. Carrie's mother drove to the beach side of the parking lot and parked the Suburban. "Okay, girls...let's unload." Both girls clambered out of the cab of the truck and ran to the rear. Carrie's mother opened the rear hatch and climbed into the cargo compartment to retrieve their beach gear. In a few minutes the girls were ready to hit the beach. "Now Lisa, you don't have to baby-sit Carrie tonight if you have other plans. This is nice of you to watch Carrie for me today, and I can always get Alyx or Janine to watch Carrie tonight...." "Oh, mommy, please can it be Lisa? Please? Alyx makes me watch her stupid TV shows, and Janine is always too busy with homework to play with me!" Lisa smiled inwardly; she had figured she'd have to volunteer her services as baby-sitter this evening in order to consummate her seduction of Carrie. "Well, it's up to Lisa. If she wants to, then it's all right with me...Lisa?" Lisa glanced quickly at the pleading expression on Carrie's angelic little face, and nodded her assent. "Okay, then. I'll pick you girls up at five o'clock sharp right here. Be good and have fun." Carrie's mom climbed back into the Suburban and waved at the two children as she turned the truck around and headed back out towards the highway. The two girls turned and headed towards the sound of surf and the beach. As soon as they reached the sand, Carrie dropped her gear and made a headlong dash for the waveline. Lisa laughed and recovered Carrie's abandoned beach bag. Needing a little privacy for stage one of her seduction, she walked across the sand towards a small spit of land. The spit was partially screened from the rest of the beach by some scree and some gently rolling dunes in the backbeach. Perfect, she thought. If we are both lying down, nobody can see us, yet I can see over the rocks and the berm when I want to. Lisa spread both towels out in a hollow between two rocks, and set up the beach umbrella to screen them from the sight of anybody moving along the path at the top of the backbeach. Lisa felt the tingle beginning again, and softly caressed herself through her swimsuit. After a few minutes of self-indulgent touching, she pulled herself together with a firm, "Later!" and went back to the public area to find Carrie. But first, she stepped down to the waterline and submerged herself to her breasts. She climbed out, knowing that the damp spot on her crotch was now effectively unnoticeable. As soon as Carrie spotted Lisa, she came running out of the water. God, she is so pretty, thought Lisa, as the child ran across the sand. Carrie gave Lisa a wet hug, and Lisa allowed her hand to slide down Carrie's back to the curve of her little bottom, and then briefly trailed her finger in the crack between the cheeks of her tight little derriere. "Okay, young lady, remember the sunblock. Come on, the stuff's over there." "Piggy back!" Without waiting for an answer, Carrie leaped onto Lisa's back, flinging her arms around Lisa's neck and wrapping her legs around Lisa's waist. "Hey, you're choking me!" laughed Lisa. "Here, put them under my arms and around my chest. There. That's better." Lisa held Carrie's knees in the crook of her elbows, and began to walk towards where she'd left their gear. As they moved, the heel of Carrie's left foot pounded rhythmically against Lisa's pudenda with every step she took. Ohh, that feels good, she said to her self. It was only about fifty yards to their spot in the rocks, but by the time they got there, Lisa was becoming thoroughly aroused. But wait, she told herself, wait just a little while longer. "Okay, young lady, it is sunblock time." Lisa poured a generous dab of sunblock into her hands. With a fiendish grin at her little friend, she slowly rubbed the sunblock into her palms, and said, "I hope you are not ticklish!" Lisa giggled, then feigned terror, swinging her hands to cover her eyes. "Now, don't worry, Carrie, I'll be gentle." "Oh, I know you will. It's okay. Here, I'm ready." With that, Carrie presented herself in front of Lisa, arms out and legs spread. A bit startled, Lisa was momentarily at a loss. Need to get her to lie down out of sight, she thought, 'cause this won't work. Lisa quickly sat down on one of the towels, and said, "Hey, sweetheart, I'm tired from carrying you. Would you lie down on your towel, so I don't have to stand up?" The little girl nodded cheerfully, and joined her friend on the towel. "Which side first, Carrie? Front or back?" Without replying, Carrie lay down on her stomach and closed her eyes. "Okay, back it is. Now be still." From her sitting position next to the little girl, Lisa leaned across her body and gently spread Carrie's legs far enough apart to reveal the crotch panel of Carrie's swimsuit bottom. Lisa was slightly disappointed that the bottoms had slipped down too far to delineate her vulva, but she decided she could rearrange the swimsuit later. She wanted Carrie's suit to be fairly tight against Carrie's mons when she was ready to move to stage two of her planned seduction. She knew how excited her own panties made her when she wore a size too small, and she figured Carrie would appreciate the same sensations without being too suspicious. Moving to a kneeling position between Carrie's legs, she said, "All right, it might be a little cold at first, but it'll warm up." Hardly able to control herself, Lisa started with Carrie's small feet. Bending each leg at the knee to bring Carrie's feet to chest level on either side of her, Lisa massaged the sunblock into the soles of Carrie's feet. Lisa kept her eyes planted on Carrie's crotch as she slowly rubbed her feet. Need to rearrange that suit bottom, and soon, Lisa said to herself. She added sunblock to her hands, and slid her hands up to Carrie's calves. Alternately squeezing the little girl's legs and gliding her finger tips along them, Lisa gently massaged the sunblock into Carrie's fair skin. Lisa continued to eye Carrie's crotch, tantalized by the thought of what lay concealed behind the slightly billowing material. With a quick inspiration, Lisa stopped her ministrations, which had reached the little girl's lower thighs, and said, "Honey, can you reach the cooler? I need a little water." Carrie levered herself up on one arm and reached into the cooler for a bottle of water. "Here, I'll open it for you." Carrie quickly twisted the cap off and reached behind her to hand it to Lisa. Lisa took a quick drink and then exclaimed, "Hey watch it, it slipped!". She dropped the bottle precisely between Carrie's thighs about six centimeters from her crotch, and was rewarded with a squeal from Carrie as the ice cold water spouted out of the bottle and across Carrie's back. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Here, let me dry you off." Before Carrie could roll away, Lisa had a towel and was blotting the water off Carrie's back. As she toweled her back, Lisa used the towel to catch the waistband of the swimsuit, carrying the suit much higher up the little girl's hips. "Ooo, get my front too, Lisa. It's cold!" Carrie pushed herself to her knees, and Lisa obligingly toweled Carrie's tummy, making certain to catch the waistband of Carrie's suit bottoms with the towel. When Carrie finally relaxed and was prone again, Lisa evaluated the results of her little subterfuge. She was delighted to see that the crotch panel of the suit was now pressed tightly against Carrie's pudenda. Carrie's labia gently swelled against the material, their soft curves revealed to Lisa's eager eyes. Lisa reluctantly took her eyes off her little friend's semi- exposed vulva, and glanced over the rocks and dunes at the rest of the beach. The coast is clear, she thought, and realized exactly where that hackneyed phrase originated. She wanted no interruptions for the next step in her plan. Returning to a cross-legged position between Carrie's legs, she gently lifted the little girl's knees onto her own. Carrie was face down in front of her, her hips and thighs raised slightly off the towel. Lisa was rewarded with the sight of Carrie's entire pubis, her vulva straining against the green crotch panel, the material sagging slightly into the narrow valley between her labia, the soft round humps of her cute little bottom stretching the suit's material. Okay, here we go, Lisa, she said to herself. We want to excite her without scaring her. Got to be careful. Gently, Lisa placed her hands around the back of Carrie's left thigh, the index finger of her right hand just millimeters from the gentle curves of Carrie's labia. Lisa massaged the sunblock into Carrie's thigh for nearly a minute. Just a few more seconds, and then I'll do it. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Lisa slowly, and ever so gently, brought the back of her right index finger into contact with the material stretched across Carrie's labia. Curling her finger slightly, Lisa applied a gentle pressure to her knuckle and continued massaging Carrie's thigh. Her knuckle stroked against Carrie's vulva, as Carrie continued to lay motionless under Lisa's hands. Lisa was nearly beside herself, but anxiously watched her young friend's face for a reaction. Carrie remained oblivious to Lisa's gentle finger. Hmm, she must be used to it, Lisa mused. It must be all those quick touches I stole since that first night in her bedroom. She probably doesn't feel threatened by it, because I've touched her there before without really penetrating her. Reassured, Lisa carefully switched legs, gently substituting her left index finger for the right. Lisa brought her right finger to her mouth and slowly tasted it. There was a faint saltiness, and she detected the merest hint of Carrie's little-girl musk. Lisa finished applying the sunblock to Carrie's legs, rolling over the prone little girl, coming to a kneeling position at her side. "Okay, let's do your arms now, honey." Lisa raised the little girl's arms one at a time, and coated them thoroughly with the sunblock. Lisa was still mesmerized by the sensations in her fingers as they'd slowly traveled up and down the crotch of Carrie's swim suit, the gentle swells of Carrie's vulva and the curves of her labia gliding by underneath her touch. Carrie's plaintive "Isn't that enough on my arms, Lisa?" brought Lisa back to earth. "Right. Sorry, I was lost in thought. Let's get your back." "I'll bet you were thinking about boys," Carrie said mischievously. "Were you thinking about your boyfriend?" "No, I was not thinking about my boyfriend. Actually, I was thinking about a girl." "Who?" "Oh, somebody you might know. I'll tell you who later. Okay, little nosy one?" Carrie nodded and laid her head back down on the towel. Lisa noticed that Carrie's legs were still spread, and continued with her gentle seduction. Lisa dribbled sunblock onto Carrie's back, drawing a thin line down the length of her spine. With her left hand she began to gently massage the skin between Carrie's shoulder blades. Carrie squirmed as the cool sunblock touched her skin. Lisa boldly cupped Carries bottom with her right hand, the middle finger searching for and finding her labia and gently, briefly, pressing between them. "Hold still, so I can spread this stuff evenly," she said to distract Carrie as she slid her finger along the length of her vulva. As she removed her hand from Carrie's crotch, she gave her a light slap on her bottom and said, "There, we're almost done. Good girl. Now, roll over and I'll do your front." Carrie quickly rolled over on to her back, and Lisa returned to her position between the little girl's legs. Lisa reached behind her and quickly applied the sunblock to Carrie's feet and legs. Deciding that she may be giving too much attention to Carrie's vulva, she completed applying the sunblock to Carrie's legs without coming near her genitalia. She treated herself to a long, lingering look at Carrie's deliciously displayed pudenda, clearly outlined against the thin lycra of Carrie's suit bottom. Time to go upstairs, Lisa told herself, anticipating with pleasure the next phase of her plan. "You know, Carrie, there's one thing about two-piece swimsuits. They make really noticeable tanlines. That's why I don't wear them. But if you want to avoid them, you just need to take your top off for a little each day, so that you tan evenly all over." "Take my top off? Now...in public?" The little girl was obviously very reluctant to do so, and in all honesty, Lisa couldn't blame her. "What if somebody sees me, Lisa? and tells my mom? I'll get a spanking for sure...." How do I reassure her? pondered Lisa, and decided to rely on Carrie's instinctive innocence. "Well, here, if you lie down, nobody can see you but me. I'll take your top off while you are lying down, and you can slip it back on whenever you want to." Lisa watched the little girl gather her confidence, and sighed with delight as Carrie gave in to her gentle urging. Lying back with hands crossed under her head, Carrie nodded once, but looked decidedly apprehensive. Lisa quickly straddled the little girl's torso, her mons resting just a few centimeters above Carrie's. "It's okay, sweetheart, really. Just relax." Reassured, but still a little tense, Carrie closed her eyes and waited for Lisa to begin. Sensing Carrie's tenseness, she marshaled her self-control and resisted the impulse to immediately remove Carrie's swimsuit top. Gotta go real slow here, she counseled herself. Lisa poured sunblock into her hands and rubbed them together. Realizing that Carrie probably wouldn't notice, Lisa slid the crotch of her suit to the side and lowered her exposed vulva gently against Carrie's crotch. The touch of her bare labia against the little girl's swimsuit-clad mons sent a major wave gushing through Lisa's body. It started at her clitoris, and washed all the way through her to her breasts. Oh, I'm in heaven, thought Lisa, as she felt her nipples come erect against her swimsuit. Tweaking each one quickly, and shivering at the sensation, she began to rub the sunblock onto Carrie's bare tummy. Lisa spread the sunblock quickly, massaging it gently into the little girl's tummy. She lingered over Carrie's little navel, rimming it softly with the tip of her thumb, reminded of another small opening in Carrie's anatomy that her fingers had flirted with only a few minutes before. "Ooooo, that tickles a little, Lisa." Carrie's body spasmed involuntarily as Lisa's fingers probed her navel, and Lisa gasped with surprise and pleasure as Carrie arched her back, forcing her pelvis up against Lisa's. Carrie's mons softly thrust against hers, sending a ripple of pure pleasure through Lisa's body. Oh boy, I don't know if I can stay in control, Lisa pondered, after the electric tingles stopped coursing through her body. Time to take my mind of my crotch, and get back to business, she told herself firmly. I'm trying to seduce her, not vice versa! "Carrie, honey, I'm going to take your top off, now. Is that okay with you?" Carrie opened her eyes, and nodded her head slowly. "Are you sure it's okay?" "Are we alone, Lisa?" "Yes, Carrie. Ready?" "Okay." Leaning forward, Lisa quickly unsnapped the front closure of the top. She'd hit three stores in the mall before she'd found a two piece suit in green with a front closure on the top. She congratulated herself on her patience as she pushed the now-separated cups to each side, revealing the softly swelling mounds they'd been concealing. "Now, since you want to tan there, we shouldn't use sunblock. Hang on while I get some baby oil." Lisa leaned to the side and retrieved a small bottle out of her beach bag. As she leaned over, she felt her very wet vagina relax, and her labia part to partially admit the tip of Carrie's pubis into her vagina. Oh, I can't stand much more of this, she thought in panic, as her clitoris came into contact with the little girl's pudenda. Carry quickly slid herself free of Carrie, but not before sliding down the length of Carrie's pubis, letting the lycra crotch panel of Carrie's swimsuit tease her clitoris. Lisa reached down to her crotch, resisting the impulse to plunge her fingers deep into her vagina, and adjusted the crotch of her swim suit to cover herself. Turning to Carrie, she said softly, "I'm going to have to really rub this in, so if I tickle you, I'm sorry. I'll try not to." Starting at the base of her little-girl breasts, Lisa coated them with the baby oil. She caressed them slowly, savoring their resilience, measuring their size with spread fingers. Carrie's breasts were the size of small limes, little more than minimal convexities on the planar surface of her chest, but to Lisa, they were the softest, roundest, most deliciously curved objects she'd ever felt. And her nipples! Lisa took each nipple and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers. Over and over she gently tugged and pulled them, her oil-slick fingers sliding off them, only to recapture them and gently pinch them again and again. Very quickly, Carrie's nipples came erect, and Lisa thrilled to their stiffness as she gently caressed them with her palms. Lisa knew that Carrie was aroused now. But would the little girl become afraid of the sensations flowing through her ten-year-old body? Lisa remembered her first orgasm, and how scared and wonderful it made her feel. Deciding against pushing her too far, she slapped her palms down suddenly on Carrie's little breasts with their now fully erect nipples, and said hurriedly, "Okay, Carrie, that it. Time to let them get some sun." But Carrie didn't think so. She opened her eyes wide and said softly, "No, don't stop. Please, Lisa...?" Lisa slid her hand down to the little girl's mons and cupped it softly, her fingers gently caressing Carrie's labia through the thin material of the crotch panel. Lisa gazed steadily at Carrie, seeing the awakening desire in the little girl's eyes, and realized she'd succeeded in part one of her seduction. Lisa thought fast. She knew she'd kindled Carrie's latent sexuality, which was what she'd wanted to accomplish with this trip to the beach. She wanted to continue caressing the little girl in the worst way, but she knew she had to stick to her plan. She didn't want to get serious with Carrie until she had her at home, with the doors locked. She needed to keep it light until then. But how? Lisa didn't trust her own self-control. A game, she thought. That's it...we need to make this into a game. Summoning all her will power, Lisa said, "Hey, I have to stop, 'cause I'm done. However, " she continued with an impish smile at the little girl, "I'll just have to put more sunblock on you if it gets washed off." Lisa lurched to her feet, and heaved a sigh of relief as Carrie, sensing a new game to play, quickly refastened the swim suit top and stood up. "Race you to the water!" Carrie shouted, and dashed off towards the water. Lisa, relieved and frustrated at the same time, shouted after the running girl. "Okay, you win. I'll wait for you to come back." Remember the plan, she repeated to herself, and everything will be fine. The rest of the day passed like a dream to Lisa. Carrie would run down to the water after Lisa covered her with the sunblock, and come running back as soon as it had washed off. Lisa's caresses grew more bold as the day progressed. Lisa had one more item on her agenda, though, and it was a critical one. So far, Carrie had been a willing, if passive, participant in her own seduction. Lisa wanted Carrie to be comfortable with a more active role in their sex play. Glancing up at the position of the sun, Lisa determined it was time to conclude this portion of the seduction. Carrie came running breathlessly back for more sunblock. Lisa, instead of starting with Carrie's feet, quickly unfastened Carrie's swimsuit bra and went to work directly on the little girl's breasts and nipples. Carrie soon become aroused again, her little nipples stiffening under Lisa's gentle manipulations. Here we go, thought Lisa. Lisa slipped her hand under the waistband of Carrie's suit bottom for the first time that afternoon, stopping when the back of her fingers brushed against the crotch panel. Lisa delighted at the feel of the little girl's bare labia sliding across her palm. With her other hand, she reached beneath Carrie and slid it under her and then into her suit bottom, across the round cheeks of her pert little ass, until it met the other hand, which was now gently squeezing Carrie's mons. Flexing her wrists, Lisa gently levered the swim suit bottom away from the little girl's body, letting it slide across the back of her hands, until it came to rest around Carrie's hips a few centimeters below her crotch. Lisa gazed at Carries bare pudenda, marveling at how closely they resembled her own in both size and shape. "I think we missed a spot with the sunblock, Carrie. Should I put some there?" "Please, yes, Lisa, oh yes...." Lisa almost came at the sound of the innocent desire in Carrie's voice. Lisa slowly coated the little girl's vulva with baby oil, lightly running her fingers over Carries's genitalia, pausing often to gently squeeze and softly rub her labia. Laying her middle finger along the little girl's vaginal cleft, she nestled it gently between Carrie's labia with a rocking motion. Lisa was careful not to penetrate her, wanting to save that particular delight for later. Instead, Lisa continued to roll her finger from side to side, watching as Carrie's pre-coital lubrication began to slowly seep past her finger. God, she's close, thought Lisa. Let's go for it. Lisa pulled Carrie's suit bottom up, and refastened the bra across Carrie's little breasts. Carrie gazed up at Lisa, still obviously aroused, but unsure what to do now that Lisa had seemed to stop caressing her. Lisa lay down on her back on the towel next to Carrie, and said quietly, "My turn." Carrie understood immediately. Quickly, she straddled Lisa's body with her knees. Lisa gently pushed Carrie backwards until the little girl's mons was pressing down on hers. Carrie looked at the nearly empty bottle of sunblock, and said, "There isn't much left, Lisa. Where should I start?" Lisa reached up and tweaked Carrie's nipples through the swimsuit bra, and said, "Oh, I don't know. You pick a spot," and then smiled at her. Taking the hint and leaning forward, Carrie reached for Lisa's arms, then placed them on the towel beside her body. She then grasped the shoulder straps of Lisa's one-piece swimsuit and slid them down Lisa's arms, completely baring Lisa's breasts. Carrie gazed raptly at them, and placing her hands gently over them, began to fondle them, squeezing them softly, pushing them together, and then pulling them apart, over and over. Lisa enjoyed Carrie's caresses for several moments, delighting in the unself-conscious way the little girl played with her breasts and nipples. Just watching Carrie seemed to increase Lisa's pleasure. After a few more moments, Lisa grasped Carrie's hands, and said in a whisper, "Aren't you forgetting the sun block, darling?" Carrie blushed all the way to her chest, and said meekly, "Oh. Yeah. Sunblock. Sorry...." Carrie momentarily lifted herself off of Lisa to reach the bottle. As she started to sit back down, Lisa reached out with her hand and slid the crotch of the little girl's swimsuit bottom to the side, then cupped Carrie's mons. "There, sweetheart. Now sit down." Dreamily, Carrie emptied the last of the sunblock into a small puddle between Lisa's breasts. The little girl spread the sunblock evenly between the older girl's breasts and began to rub it in. Lisa focused her awareness on her vagina, and the delicious sensation of Carrie's bare mons resting in the palm of her hand. Suddenly, she had an idea. Sliding her hand free, Lisa began to arch her back rhythmically, the motion causing Carrie to slide to and fro a few centimeters along Lisa's pelvis. Lisa was soon rewarded with a small gasp from Carrie as the friction from her suit against Carrie's exposed labia built up and increased Carrie's excitement. Carrie quickly massaged the last of the sunblock into Lisa's breasts. Lisa wanted to prolong this interlude, but she noticed that Carrie's gasps were coming more often, and were starting to sound suspiciously like little moans. Okay, thought Lisa, time to bring her down a little for the ride home. "That's the last of the sunblock, sweetheart. Thank you very much for putting some on me. I really enjoyed it. I think you did too, you little imp." Lisa reached between Carrie's legs, gently pinched the little girl's labia, and then slid her swimsuit bottom back into place. Carrie blushed again, but also smiled shyly at the older girl. "We have about an hour until your mother gets here. Why don't you lie down and catch the last of the sun before we leave?" Carrie nodded and lay down on the towel, quickly unfastening her swimsuit's bra. Lisa pulled her own swimsuit back up over her breasts and moved back into the shade of the beach umbrella. Carrie looked content, lying on her back on the towel in the bright afternoon sunshine. After a few minutes, Carrie's slow, rhythmic breathing told Lisa that the little girl was sleeping. As Lisa watched, Carrie spread her legs wide, bending one back under the other. Lisa didn't know how long she sat there, watching the rise and fall of Carrie's mons in time with her breathing. Oh, oh my dear, she thought, I can hardly wait to get you alone tonight.... Lisa gently awakened Carrie with a quick kiss on her lips. "C'mon, sleepyhead. It's almost five. Time to meet your mother." The two girls quickly packed up their gear. Lisa smiled hazily as she remembered the feel of Carrie's nipples stiffening under her excited caresses. She'd managed one more series of quick caresses after Carrie had awakened. Worried that the baby oil would stain the swimsuit's top, Lisa had carefully removed all traces of the oil from Carries breasts with a wet wipe. When she'd finished, Lisa lightly tweaked each nipple, and told Carrie to put her top on. The two girls arrived at the designated spot in the parking lot just as Carrie's mother pulled though the gate. Carrie's mother had exchanged the Suburban for a small Nissan pick-up. "Throw your stuff in the bed, girls. Carrie's dad needs the big truck to tow his friend's boat, so we are going to have to squeeze in here." Lisa immediately spoke up. "That's all right...Carrie can sit on my lap on the way home." The prospect of Carrie's tight little ass rubbing against her crotch on the way home made Lisa start to tingle. Lisa climbed into the bucket seat on the passenger side, and helped Carrie in on top of her. "Buckle the seatbelt across both of you, Lisa. There...that's good." Lisa had retained her towel, which she now strategically spread across Carrie's lap. As the pickup hit the first series of speed bumps on the way out of the lot, Lisa slid her hands under the towel and let them come to rest on the insides of Carrie's thighs. With the next bumps disguising her motions, she slid them backwards until her thumbs were nestled against the little girl's mons. Lisa could feel Carrie's labia move beneath the thin fabric of her swim suit each time the pickup hit a bump in the road. Lisa slowly applied pressure to Carrie's mons, gently squeezing her labia between the edges of her thumbs. Carrie soon leaned her head back against Lisa's breasts, and began to thrust her pelvis forward rhythmically against Lisa's hands. All the way home, Lisa gently toyed with Carrie's labia, squeezing them and then stroking them with her fingers. "Okay, we're home." Carrie's mom steered the pickup into the garage. In the semi-darkness of the garage, Lisa waited until Carrie's mother exited the truck. Lisa gently cupped Carrie's mons in her palm and slid her hand under Carrie's top to cradle her left breast, capturing the nipple between her middle and index fingers. Rubbing Carries's nipple gently and squeezing her mons, Lisa whispered in her ear. "I've gotta go home and change, and get a present for you. Do you still want me to baby-sit you tonight?" Lisa held her breath as she waited for the answer. Carrie wiggled her bottom, and thrust her mons against Lisa's hand. Lisa felt more than saw Carrie nod, and giving the little girl's mons a final, gentle squeeze, slipped out from underneath her and stepped down onto the garage floor. Lisa grabbed her beach bag out of the back of the truck, and slipped under the closing garage door. As she ran home, her mind was filled with thoughts about the coming evening. At home she quickly ran into her bedroom, removed her swimsuit, and rapidly brought herself to the orgasm she'd been postponing all day, fantasizing about Carrie's enticing little body and what she planned to do with it that night. * * * "Oh, hi, Lisa. You are right on time, as usual. Come in, dear." Lisa had arrived at Carrie's house precisely at 7:45. Carrie's mother met her at the door with coat and hat in hand. "I hope the cab company is a punctual as you are, Lisa. What's in the box, dear?" She was referring to the neatly wrapped box tucked under Lisa's arm. Lisa smiled brightly and replied, "A present for Carrie. A new nightie. Do you have time to look at it?" "Oh, no dear, I'll look at it tomorrow. Carrie's taking a shower, and I don't think she's quite ready for bed yet. She seems a bit excited. Oh, there's my cab. The usual rules, Lisa. But if you want to let Carrie stay up a little later than usual, that's okay. Gotta go now, Lisa. I'll be back about two AM." Carrie's mom called out good-bye to her daughter, gave Lisa a quick buss on the cheek, and left in the cab a few moments later. Lisa walked in to the living room and set her package on the coffee table. Walking over to the windows, she closed the vertical blinds, then walked back to the front door and secured the deadbolt. Rules are rules, she whispered to her self. And rule number one for tonight was "Be confident." Don't lose your nerve half way. Lisa thought back to the sight of Carrie topless on the beach, to the feel of her nipples as Lisa gently teased them. She remembered how she'd wanted to slip her fingers past the little girl's bathing suit and gently probe her vagina and rectum. Suddenly, she was on fire again, all doubts about her plans for the evening melting in a blaze of lust. Lisa sat quietly on the couch and contemplated her navel for several minutes, trying to compose herself. Slowly, she became aware of Carrie standing in front of her, clad in a big, fluffy bathrobe. "Oh, hi there, sweetheart. I didn't hear you come in." Leaning forward on the couch, she took the package from the coffee table and handed it to Carrie. "Here you go, Carrie. I hope you like it." "Oh, thank you, Lisa. Will you tell me what it is? Or must I guess?" "Silly goose, you don't have to guess. Just open it. But I'll tell you what it is. It's a new nightie. And it's much more suited to the summer than that heavy silk one you have. If you want, you can put it on right now. And don't worry, that doesn't mean you have to go to bed. It's up to you." "Oooh, neat! I'll wear it with my new panties!" Lisa laughed as Carrie disappeared up the stairs leading to the bedrooms, shedding the robe on the bottom tread, and tearing open the package as she took the stairs two at a time. "Be careful, Carrie, it's very delicate," she yelled after her. While she waited for Carrie to come back down, Lisa prepared her self for the final phase of Carrie's seduction. Moving over to the love seat on the other side of the living room, Lisa took a few small items out of her purse and arrayed them on a side table next to the love seat. Knowing that Carrie would be curious about them, and perhaps a little apprehensive of them if she prematurely discovered their purpose, Lisa covered them with her handkerchief. "Here I come, Lisa. Close your eyes until I say open them." "Okay, they're closed." Lisa listened for Carrie's footsteps down the staircase. She soon heard Carrie's bare feet slap softly onto the tiled landing. "Okay, open your eyes, Lisa." Carrie's new nightie was all billowing satin and gilded lace. Motioning for Carrie to turn slowly in place, Lisa took it all in. The top hung loosely across Carrie's shoulders, the neckline plunging in a deep arc across the little girl's chest. It was secured across her ribs by a series of five silk ties. The brown half-moons of her aureoles were just visible above the lace along the neckline. Two more silk ties secured it across Carrie's shoulders. The bottom edge hung just even with the tip of Carrie's pubis, enticingly revealing and then concealing the little girl's panties as it swayed against Carrie's hips. "Now come over hear and sit next to me so I can look at your new panties too," Lisa said, coyly. The little girl eagerly snuggled against her friend, the edge of the nightie riding up over the panties. Lisa slid her right arm around Carries waist, and with her left hand, lifted Carrie's left leg onto her lap, seductively exposing even more of Carrie's new panties to her gaze. Lisa examined the panties closely. The panties were not demure, but not overtly suggestive, either. They were brief, but not too brief. The triangular piece of cotton clung softly to Carrie's mons, the swell of her vulva nicely defined by the nearly translucent material. The crotch was a two-centimeter-wide strip that barely covered the tip of the little girl's pubis, clinging intimately to the edges of her labia, then disappearing into the cleft between the cheeks of her round little bottom. "I really like your new panties, Carrie. They are very pretty, and so are you. Do you like them as much as I do?" Carrie nodded blissfully, and snuggled even closer to Lisa. Lisa reached up to the lamp on the side table, and turned down the rheostat, reducing the illumination to a pool of soft light, and plunging the rest of the room into semidarkness. "Now tell me, do you remember today at the beach?" Carrie nodded, and then blushed. "Did you enjoy our little game?" "Oh yes, Lisa!" "Well, then, let's keep playing, then, okay?" Lisa reached under the handkerchief on the table and brought out a bottle of scented body oil. "Here, how does this smell?" Lisa opened the bottle and brought it close to the little girl's nostrils. "Mmmm, like honey, and cinnamon, and lemon." "Shall I rub some on for you?" Carrie just nodded quickly. "Can I put it anywhere I want to?" Again, Carrie nodded quickly. "Anywhere, sweetheart? Are you sure?" Carrie looked up at Lisa, and said softly, "Oh yes, anywhere. Please, start now, start now." Lisa undid the silk ribbons across Carrie's shoulders and let the top fall open. One by one, she undid the five silk ribbons that closed it across Carrie's ribcage, remembering the first time she'd done this, nearly six months ago. But tonight is different, she told herself happily, I can finish what I started. Lisa worked steadily at the double bow knots that Carrie had made with the ties, pausing briefly ever so often to slide her hand under the neckline and briefly caress Carrie's breasts. Carrie responded almost immediately, her nipples coming to attention before Lisa had untied even the third tie. Carrie finished with the last tie, and parted the top, completely exposing the child's small breasts. Lisa poured some body oil into the palm of her hands, and then rubbed them together for several moments. Lisa started directly with Carrie's taught nipples, gently rolling them between her fingers like she did at the beach. She worked the oil into the aureoles that haloed each nipple for several minutes, delighting in the way the oil made them glisten. After a few more moments of caressing Carrie's breasts with her palms and fingers, Lisa announced softly, "Time for something a little different, Carrie dearest." Carrie opened her eyes questioningly. "I promise you'll like it," Lisa responded. Turning so that she was lying on her side in the love seat next to Carrie, Lisa lifted Carrie's left leg off her hip and placed it gently on the love seat next to her right leg. Lisa ducked her head under Carries's arm, nuzzling the little girls arm pit. Her eyes were now level with the tips of Carrie's nipples. Reaching over Carrie's shoulder with her right hand, Lisa gently cupped Carrie's left breast with the edge of her forefinger and thumb. Leaning forward, Lisa placed her tongue against Carrie's side just beneath her left breast, and slowly moved it towards the nipple. When Lisa's tongue finally reached Carrie's nipple, Lisa closed her mouth over it and began to gently suck it. Simultaneously, she shifted her body so that she was now kneeling upright between Carrie's legs. Reaching between their two bodies with her free hand, Lisa began to caress the little girl's labia through her cotton panties. Lisa sucked gently on the nipple, pausing to softly tug it with her lips. Each time she paused, Lisa squeezed Carrie's labia. Under this twin stimulus, Carrie's nascent libido ignited, sending a warm rush of pleasure through her ten-year-old body. Lisa decided it was time to give Carrie her first orgasm of the night. Lifting her mouth away from Carrie's nipple, but continuing to caress her labia and mons through the panties, Lisa whispered, "Do you know what an orgasm is?" "No...." A thin arc of saliva had formed between Lisa's lower lip and the little girl's glistening aureole. Lisa licked it off and then said softly, "Time you found out. It is so wonderful. Don't fight it. Just let it happen, okay?" Lisa placed her tongue against the other nipple, and circled it slowly, then flicked it gently with the tip of her tongue several times, repeating this process again and again. At the same time, she slid her thumb and forefinger under the edge of the crotch of Carrie's panties, and pulled the material together. With a gentle upward tug, the panties slid between Carrie's external labia and came to rest against the little girl's sensitive inner labia. Lisa's right hand slid from it's position cradling Carrie's breast, and joined its partner down by Carrie's mons. Softly, Lisa closed Carrie's outer labia around the material, holding her labia in place with a slight pressure from her index finger and thumb. With her left hand, she continued to tug and release the panties. Carrie's body was on fire. Lisa's lips and tongue on her nipples sent a whirlpool of sensation arcing out from her breasts, and her panty's intimate friction against her inner labia felt strangely wonderful. The pleasure grew and grew, spiraling outward on an axis between her breasts and vagina. Carrie closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the wonderful sensations coursing through her body. None of this was lost on Lisa. She saw Carrie close her eyes, and could detect with her busy hands the tell-tale muscular contractions in Carrie's vaginal walls that signaled an approaching orgasm. Sensing the peak, she felt Carrie's body go suddenly rigid. Lisa took all of Carrie's little breast into her mouth, sucking on it as hard as she could. Carrie groaned with pleasure as she felt her breast engulfed by her friend's mouth. The groan grew louder, turning into a scream as Carrie's first orgasm shattered through her mind. Lisa released Carrie's breast, and gently extracted the now-wet cotton panties from between Carrie's labia. Lisa rearranged Carrie's panties back to their normal position, letting the palm of her hand rest lightly on top of them against Carrie's mons. Carrie's breathing was almost back to normal when Lisa said, "I knew you'd like it, darling. And that is only one. I'll do it to you again, in a minute. Tell me when you are ready." Lisa squeezed Carrie's mons, eliciting a low moan from Carrie, and then stood up and began to undress. She removed her blouse and bra, and then slid her skirt to the floor, deciding to retain her panties a little while longer. By the time she'd gathered her discarded clothes together, Carrie had completely recovered from her orgasm and was now watching her intently. "Ready, sweetheart?" "I think so, Lisa. That was so incredible!" "I know, darling. I'm so happy that I could give you so much pleasure. This time will be even better. Did you like the way I used my tongue on your breasts and nipples?" "Oh, yes, Lisa. They still tingle a little. Please do it again; it felt so good...." "I will, but I'm going to use my mouth on something else of yours. But don't worry...I have something here to take care of your nipples while my tongue is busy elsewhere. Now, I want you to lie back against the cushions." As Carrie shifted position on the love seat, Lisa retrieved two items from under the handkerchief. They were plastic clamps. The jaws were held together by semicircular metal rings that passed through the handles of the clamps, and which were attached to the outer side of each jaw just forward of the fulcrum. Carrie eyed the clamps apprehensively, but relaxed when Lisa fixed one to one of her own nipples as a demonstration. Lisa knelt beside Carrie, and gently started to rub her breasts with her free hand. Carrie's nipples erected immediately, and Lisa gently affixed a clamp to each one, letting the clamps close slowly but snugly against their prisoners. "Are they too tight, Carrie? I can loosen them a little if you want...." "No, they feel good. Different than your fingers, but still good." "Okay then. Ready for round two?" Carrie blushed, but eagerly nodded her head. Lisa raised Carrie's left leg and draped it over the back of the loveseat. She then moved between Carrie's spread thighs, and laid down on her stomach, her face just a few centimeters from the little girl's panty-clad vulva. Turning her head to the side, Lisa opened her mouth and closed it gently against the tendon on the inside of Carrie's thigh. At the same time, she slid one hand along Carrie's other thigh, moving it upwards into the little girl's crotch. With her leg thrown over the back of the love-seat, Carrie's entire vulva and her little rectum were available to Lisa. Lisa kissed and tongued the inside of Carrie's thighs, using her fingers to caress Carrie's mons and softly probe her little bottom through her panties. After several minutes, Lisa whispered to her softly, "Time for your panties to come off, little one. Are you ready?" Carrie nodded. Lisa grasped the waistband of the panties with both hands, easing them down her hips until they rested across the tops of her thighs. Lisa gazed at Carrie's bare mons, then shifted her eyes upwards, watching Carrie's breasts rise and fall with her breathing. Lisa again laid herself down between Carrie's thighs. Lisa was in heaven, knowing she only had to reach out with her tongue to taste Carrie. Returning her hands to Carrie's bare mons, she resumed her delicate caresses. After a few minutes, unable to resist further, Lisa shifted forward and began to lave the little girl's labia with her tongue. Carrie responded immediately by raising her hips, pressing her mons against Lisa's mouth. Lisa gently forced first her tongue, then her lips past Carrie's outer labia, and started to suck on the sensitive tissue of her inner labia as soon as she could reach them with her mouth. As Carrie's pressed her hips harder and harder against Lisa's face, Lisa's probing tongue found Carrie's clitoris. Lisa flicked it rapidly with the tip of her tongue, feeling Carrie's pelvis begin to writhe in ecstasy. Fastening her lips around the little button, Lisa sucked it gently, teasing it out of its hood, and then nibbled it with her lips. While Lisa's lips and tongue were busy with Carrie's clitoris, Lisa's fingers had worked their way deep into the cleft of Carrie's globular little bottom. Now, with her little finger lightly resting on Carrie's anus, Carrie applied pressure, and forced the tip of her finger past Carrie's sphincter and into her rectum, stopping at the first knuckle when she heard Carrie gasp with surprise at this intimate invasion. Lisa sucked harder and harder on the little girl's clitoris, and wiggled her finger from side to side, forcing Carrie's anus to widen and admit more of her finger into her rectal canal. Lisa sensed Carrie's impending orgasm, and judging her moment, sucked Carrie's clitoris between her teeth, and then gently bit down on it. Carrie's world exploded in an incandescent flash of pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy engulfed her body, every fiber of her being vibrating. Lisa watched Carrie's body shiver and shake as the orgasm took her, moving quickly to cradle the little girl in her arms as the orgasm ravished her body. Carrie was unable to speak for several minutes. Lisa gently caressed her, hugging her closely and tenderly, until finally, the last waves of passion dissipated, and Carrie regained control of her voice. "Oh Lisa, I can't describe it. It was so, so...oh I can't describe it. So...beautiful. Like Heaven. And you made it happen. Oh, I love you so much, Lisa. Will you take me there again? Please?" Lisa put her fingers to Carrie's lips. "Shh, little one. I love you, too, very much. Yes, it is like being in a beautiful place, one that you feel with your body, instead of seeing with your eyes. We'll go back there, sweetheart, real soon. Just lie still and rest. But let me take the clamps off now, so the blood can flow. Now, your nipples are going to ache a little as the blood starts circulating again, but it won't last long. Okay?" Carrie nodded, and Lisa removed the clamps. She massaged the little girl's nipples to help reestablish the circulation. Under Lisa's tender fingers, the pain attenuated rapidly. "Now, sweetheart, I need to pee. When I come back, we'll begin again." "Oh Lisa, can I come with you? Please?" Her modesty getting the better of her, she quickly added, "I won't watch, honest. I just want to stay with you right now." "You can watch me if you want to, sweetheart. I won't mind. Do you need to pee, too? Carrie realized she did, and nodded. "Well, I would like to watch you pee, Carrie." Pulling Carrie's panties up, Lisa took the little girl by the hand to lead her to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Lisa started to pull her panties down, but stopped when Carrie grabbed her hand. "Here, Lisa, let me do it for you. I'm going to pretend I'm your Mommy." Delighted at the new twist in their sex play, Lisa quickly nodded her assent. "Spread your legs a little, Lisa." Carrie grabbed the waist band of Lisa's panties and pulled them slowly down, stopping when they were half way down Lisa's thighs to shyly reach out and touch Lisa's mons. Lisa indulged the little girl, letting her tentative touch send shivers from her vagina to her nipples. Carrie took her time, but eventually finished pulling them all the way down to Lisa's ankles. "Okay, step out." Lisa daintily stepped out of her panties and stood in front of the toilet. "Put the seat down, and then sit down." Lisa quickly complied. "Okay. You can start to pee now, Lisa. Make sure it goes down in to the bowl." Lisa enjoyed the game that Carrie had started, and easily moved into her role as a little girl being potty-trained. "Help me make it stay in the toilet, Mommy," she said in her best little-girl voice. Carrie giggled and said, "Now Lisa, how many times do I have to show you? Put your hands on your legs, and hold it until I tell you." Stepping to Lisa's side, Carrie reached down between Lisa's legs, using her fingers to gently probe Lisa's pudenda for the tip of her urethra. When she found it, she pushed it downward with the tips of two fingers. "You may let it go now, Lisa." Lisa emptied her bladder, enjoying the sensation of Carrie's fingers where they touched her sensitive labia. "Now, wipe yourself. Oh, here, I'll do it," Carrie said in mock impatience. Tearing a single sheet from the roll of tissue, Carrie gently rubbed it across Lisa's urethra. "Now, flush." "Well, thank you, Carrie. Since you were nice enough to help me, I'm going to help you." Remembering the faintly unpleasant taste of Carrie's vagina, she added, "But sit facing the toilet, okay?" "Okay, but why?" "Because I'm going to give you a douche, little girl." And an enema, she added to herself, as she spied the ubiquitous red bag hanging in the shower. "I want you squeaky clean when we start playing again, so I'm going to give you an enema, too." Not knowing what a "douche" or an "enema" was, but trusting Lisa implicitly, Carrie looked expectantly at Lisa. "You pee, and I'll be right back," said Lisa as she walked through the door and headed back to the living room. In the living room, Lisa dug through her purse and retrieved a packet of Summer's Eve, an applicator bottle, and a small tube of KY jelly. Lisa was very conscientious about her body, and always carried an assortment of tampons and other personal hygiene items around with her. She also picked up one of the little clamps, and after applying it to the nipple of her right breast, walked back to the bathroom. Back in the bathroom, Lisa turned on both taps in the sink, and adjusted the temperature of the water until it was nice and warm. She then emptied the contents of the packet into the applicator, and filled it from the running faucet. She screwed the applicator tip into place, and swirled the plastic bottle until the Summer's Eve had completely dissolved. Next, she filled the enema bag at the faucet, and closing the valve at the bottle's neck, hung it by its plastic hook on the towel bar above the toilet. She quickly searched the vanity, and located the bag's accompanying hose and nozzle. Remembering her hygiene, Lisa rapidly found a bottle of rubbing alcohol and sterilized both her own douche applicator and the enema nozzle. Lisa inserted one end of the rubber hose into the receptacle on the bag, and then screwed the nozzle into the other end. Ready at last, Lisa knelt on the tile floor next to Carrie, and explained to the little girl exactly what she had in mind. Not really comprehending, but understanding that Lisa would soon be touching her again, she told Lisa, "Yes, I want you to do it," when Lisa had given her a chance to say no. Carrie suddenly realized that was why she trusted Lisa so much. Lisa always let Carrie in on what she was doing, and never forced her to do anything against her will. "Okay, darling, first the enema, and then the douche." Lisa slid the little girl's panties down, helping her step out of them. Now, sit on the toilet facing the tank, and hold the tank with your hands for balance." Lisa squeezed a dab of KY jelly on the enema nozzle and proceeded to coat it with a thin layer of the lubricant. The nozzle was less than half a centimeter in diameter and about ten centimeters long. Lisa placed the tip against Carrie's anus, and with a slow steady, pressure, inserted it into the little girl's rectum. Lisa carefully adjusted it's angle of entry, bringing the tip against the interior ventral surface of her rectal canal. Carrie could feel it gliding deep into her, and after the initial discomfort, relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of something moving around inside her. When the nozzle was completely inserted into Carrie's rectum, Lisa reached over the little girl's head and opened the bag's valve. Carrie gasped as the warm liquid flowed into her. As the water poured into her, Carrie began to feel bloated, but not uncomfortably so. The warm water filled her rectum and her bowels, increasing Carrie's sense of fullness. Lisa reached around to Carrie's tummy, and began to press on it. Carrie could feel the warm water begin to slosh in response, and squirmed happily. "There, now for your little vagina." Kneeling behind Carrie now, Lisa picked up the applicator and quickly gave it a thin coat of lubricant. Reaching around the little girl and down into her crotch, she gently pried her labia apart and introduced the applicator into Carrie's vagina. Lisa gently squeezed the bottle, sending a gusher of fluid against the walls of her vagina. Lisa moved the applicator gently upwards in Carrie's vaginal cleft, making room for the liquid to run out. When it stopped dripping, she slid it back down and squeezed it again, sending another shower of fluid into the little girl. The repeated movement of the bottle between her sensitive labia aroused Carrie, and Lisa was not really surprised to see Carrie's nipples come firmly erect. Lisa ducked her head first under one of Carrie's arms and then the other, caressing each nipple and breast with her lips and tongue. By keeping the tip of the applicator carefully away from Carrie's clitoris, Lisa was able to keep the little girl in mild state of arousal without sending her over the edge into another orgasm. Soon the douche bottle was nearly empty. Lisa slipped it out of the little girl's vagina, and then with a piece of toilet paper, gently dried her urethra, where the spent douche had trickled down. Standing up, she checked the enema bag, mildly surprised that Carrie had taken the entire capacity of the bag into her body. "Okay, now, Carrie, I'm going to take the nozzle out of you. When I do, you are going to feel like you need to do a number two. Just let it happen -- don't resist the urge. Understand?" Carrie nodded, and Lisa eased the nozzle out of her rectum. As soon as it was clear of her anus, Carrie's bowels began to spasm, forcing the water out of her in a steady stream. Lisa quickly reached down to the little girl's mons and gently stroked it, knowing that it would increase her arousal. When the stream slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped, Lisa dried Carrie's bottom off with a wash cloth, then pulled her to her feet. "There now, Carrie. How do you feel?" "I feel all tingly inside now, Lisa. Can we go play again?" "Oh yes, sweetheart. But we are through playing around. I'm going to make love to you now, babydoll. Let's go up to your bedroom." Lisa lifted Carrie up, and cradling the naked child tenderly in her arms, carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Lisa placed Carrie gently down on her bed, and then climbed in next to her. "Up until now, I've just been playing with you, sweetheart. I enjoyed it, and I know you did too. But now, I'm going to love you like I've wanted to since the first time I touched you. Come here sweetheart, and love me, too." "Oh, yes, Lisa, yes, I want you to love me," was Carrie's breathless response. "I will, little one." Lisa pulled Carrie into a kneeling position in the center of the bed, and then kneeled down behind her. Placing Carrie's hands on the tops of Carrie's thighs, Lisa then leaned forward over Carrie's left shoulder. She tilted Carrie's head back, and gently turned it towards her. "Shut your eyes now, sweetheart, and kiss me." Lisa brushed her lips against Carrie's, lightly at first, and then more and more firmly. With her tongue, she parted the little girl's lips and then slipped it past her teeth until she could feel Carrie's tongue. Probing softly, Lisa explored the inside of Carrie's mouth. Lisa was thrilled when Carrie slipped her own tongue past Lisa's and into Lisa's mouth. As they kissed, Lisa's hands began to go to work on Carrie's body. Lisa gently stroked Carrie's tummy, starting just above her mons, and ending against the underside of the little girl's breasts. Lisa gradually extended the upward portion of her caresses until Lisa could cup Carrie's breasts in her palms. Oh, how soft they are, she thought, as she began to rub them gently side to side. Carrie's nipples came instantly erect against Lisa's palms. Lisa squeezed and massaged the soft mounds of flesh, using the tips of her fingers to gently pull her breasts outwards, and then flatten them to her chest with her palms. Over and over, in a delicious cycle, Lisa massaged Carrie's breasts. Lisa then began to concentrate on Carrie's nipples. Lisa slid her fingers down to the nipples and grasped them gently between her thumb and forefinger. She moved them in tiny circles at first, barely disturbing the flesh of her breasts. Slowly, she increased her grip and began to move Carrie's nipples in ever widening circles, carrying Carrie's breasts along with them. Carrie loved the tension in her breasts, and felt a small orgasm ripple through her. Lisa slowly released the pressure on Carrie's nipples, spiraling her breasts gently down again against her little chest. She squeezed each one tenderly, and then slid her hands down to Carrie's mons. With her knee, she coaxed Carrie's legs wider, feeling Carrie's labia spread apart. Grasping the folds of Carrie's labia with her finger tips, she began to stroke them by gently pulling them upwards and apart, letting them slide between her finger tips for several centimeters of their length, and then releasing them and starting again. Each time Lisa stroked her labia, Carrie would thrust her pelvis forward in an attempt to keep them in contact with Lisa's fingers. Lisa gently teased the little girl in this manner for a long time. As Lisa continued to stroke Carrie's labia, she disengaged from their kiss, and nuzzled Carrie's ear. Reaching out with her tongue, she probed the ear gently, tracing its folds with the tip of her tongue, occasionally pausing briefly to nibble at the earlobe with her lips. After several moments, Lisa whispered, "I'm going to put my fingers inside of you now, Carrie dear. Spread your knees wider, honey." Letting go of Carrie's mons, Lisa reached up and tilted Carrie's head back again, and again captured Carrie's mouth with her own. Lisa placed her right hand under Carrie's bottom, slipping it forward until her middle finger was resting lightly in the cleft of her labia. Next, Lisa reached around Carrie's torso with her left hand, and slid it down her pelvis until she could feel the middle finger of her other hand. With her left hand, guided by her sense of touch, she felt for, and found, the top of Carrie's vagina beneath the folds of her almost completely parted labia. Knowing from her own experience that it would be gentler on Carrie to penetrate the little girl's vagina from below, Lisa began to slide her middle finger slowly back and forth between Carrie's labia. Lisa didn't try to force her way in, knowing that Carrie's vagina would soon relax and admit her finger easily. Judging by the dampness she felt, she knew it wouldn't take long. And it didn't. In just a few moments, Carrie's vagina relaxed, her labia parting completely, allowing Lisa's finger to slip into the little girl's vagina. Carrie's only response was to gasp once as she was penetrated for the very first time. Lisa's finger pushed deeper into Carrie's vagina. Lisa pushed it in slowly, not wanting to rupture the thin mucous membrane of Carrie's hymen. She knew that her finger was smaller than a boy's penis, and if she was careful, she could slide right by it without damaging it. Sure enough, her finger was soon completely inside Carrie, her hymen safely bypassed. Lisa slowly backed her finger almost all the way out, and then, slightly faster this time, reinserted it. She swiftly backed it out, and even more swiftly plunged it in. Spontaneously, Carrie moved her hips and pelvis in counterpoint to Lisa's steady thrusts. Carrie matched the first several thrusts precisely, but soon began to accelerate, her hips and pelvis driving down against Lisa's finger faster and faster in a rapidly building frenzy. Lisa again broke their kiss, and said gently, "Slow down, Carrie dear. Not so fast. Steady, sweetheart, just a steady rhythm. Let my hand do most of the work." Carrie's wild thrusts began to attenuate, and in a few moments, Lisa felt Carrie relax into a steady rhythm. "There, that's right. Nice and slow and steady. Good girl." Lisa now used the fingers of her left hand to penetrate Carrie from the top. With her labia spread wide, and her vagina nearly completely relaxed, Lisa was easily able to push her thumb and forefinger far enough into Carrie to reach her little clitoris. When she did reach it, she began to pinch it delicately in time with the upward motion of her middle finger and the corresponding downward thrust of Carrie's pelvis. Again, Carrie began to accelerate, and again, Lisa reigned her in with gentle reassurances. Lisa realized that there was a limit to Carrie's self-control, and Carrie was nearly there. Time to push you over the top, little one. I'm going to make this orgasm the best one yet. Lisa removed her fingers from Carrie's clitoris, and reaching to her own breast, removed the clamp that she'd placed there. Carefully, Lisa inserted the clamp into Carrie's vagina, first feeling for her clitoris, and then gently guiding the clamp towards it. Lisa carefully adjusted the position of her middle finger, and as she opened the clamp, she used her repositioned finger to guide Carrie's clitoris between the clamp's jaws. Almost without missing a beat, she repositioned her finger, and then let the clamp close against the little girl's clitoris. This sudden new pressure on her clitoris was much more than what Lisa's fingers had provided, and Carrie moaned loudly, nearly losing her composure as her pleasure increased by several orders of magnitude. Lisa then raised her left hand to Carrie's mouth, and whispered into the little girl's ear. "Open your mouth, honey, and suck my finger." Carrie closed her lips around Lisa's proffered finger, and began to suck it with wild abandon. "That's it baby, get it good and wet." Lisa let Carrie suck on it several moments. While Carrie continued to suck it, Lisa moved around in front the little girl. Lisa timed her move, letting her finger slip free of Carrie's vagina at the top of Carrie's upward motion, and quickly reinserting it from the front as Carrie plunged down. Lisa slid her finger out of Carrie's mouth. It glistened with a combination of Carrie's vaginal lubrication and saliva. Reaching behind the little girl, she placed it against her anus, moving it up and down with the little girl, waiting for Carrie's orgasm to peak. In a few seconds, Lisa sensed it starting. Carrie had closed her eyes, and had suddenly abandoned her steady rhythm as she rode Lisa's finger, now simply thrusting her pelvis down as hard as she could against Lisa's finger deep inside her. When Lisa felt the muscles of Carrie's vagina contract, she pushed her saliva-coated finger deep into Carrie's rectum. Then, lowering her mouth to Carrie's breasts, she took a nipple between her teeth and bit down on it. Carrie left the planet. Pleasure exploded in galaxies of stars all around her. Carrie's orgasm was a nova, expanding outward from the core of her being. Then it was a supernova, outshining every other sensation in her body, a million times more intense than anything she'd ever felt before. The pleasure center in her brain went critical, and then past critical, into melt down. Lisa watched as Carrie's orgasm once again took her. She could tell it was the most intense one yet. It was ten minutes before Carrie's body relaxed enough for Lisa to slip her fingers out of the little girl's vagina and rectum, and unclamp her little clit. Even then, her little body still convulsed and spasmed as the pleasure continued to course through her. Lisa hugged the girl to her breasts, gently caressing her body, helping the little girl to return to normalcy. Lisa laid the nearly catatonic girl down on the bed. Placing a pillow under the little girl's head, Lisa then spooned up against her. Wrapping her arms around Carrie, Lisa gently caressed the little girl, and waited patiently for her to come back from wherever her orgasm had taken her. After half an hour, Carrie opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Lisa's face on the pillow next to hers. Lisa was sound asleep, one arm thrown protectively over Carrie, the other wrapped across her breasts. Carrie slipped quietly out from under the older girl's arm and sat up. Carrie gazed at Lisa, remembering the pleasure she'd given her. It was almost as if Lisa had given her some kind of gift, one that Carrie knew she'd have for the rest of her life. Carrie continued to watch Lisa as she slept, and suddenly knew how to thank Lisa for her gift. Carrie leaned over, and kissed Lisa gently on her lips. Lisa awakened and opened her eyes. Carrie said softly, "Oh, thank you, Lisa. I want to make you feel the way you made me feel. Will you let me?" "Oh yes, Carrie dear, please." Lisa rolled over on to her back, and stretched her arms out above her head. Spreading her legs, Lisa said, "Please touch me, baby, touch me all over." "Okay, Lisa, I will." Carrie reached down to Lisa's mons, and began to massage the moist folds of Lisa's vulva. With her other hand, she cupped one of Lisa's breasts and, lifting it, laid her lips against the nipple. Carrie began to suck it softly, as she moved her hand in slow circles against Lisa's mons. Lisa's nipple erected under Carries soft suckling, and her vagina began to tingle as Carrie's hands fondled her labia. "Put your fingers into me, Carrie, please, oh, now, sweetheart, now," Lisa breathlessly begged the little girl. "Do me, baby, do me now." Carrie, desiring only to please her friend, quickly responded. Lisa slipped first one, then two, then three of her fingers past Lisa's labia into her vagina. "Ahhhh...oh Carrie, yes, yesssss..." Lisa laid her hand over the little girl's hand at her crotch, gently pressing Carrie's fingers ever deeper into her vagina. Then, extending two of her finger into her vagina on top of Carrie's, she gently guided the little girl's fingers toward her clitoris. "Do you feel that little button, Carrie? Please rub it for me." Carrie felt the small bump of Lisa's clitoris, and slid two of her fingers to either side of it. Carrie pinched gently, then began to slide her fingers against it. Carrie heard Lisa moan, but knew it was pleasure, and that she, Carrie, was giving that pleasure to Lisa. Smiling against Lisa's breast, she bit down on the nipple in her mouth, remembering what it had felt like for her when Lisa had bit down on hear nipple. Lisa groaned. Keeping the nipple between her teeth, Carrie lifted her chin, stretching Lisa's breast away from her chest. Lisa screamed, this last sensation releasing her orgasm. Carrie watched Lisa's body under the influence of the orgasm. Lisa's hips and pelvis thrust upward against Carrie's hand, but Carrie was able to keep the older girl's clitoris centered between the middle and index fingers of her hand. Even as Lisa bucked against her hand with growing abandon, Carrie kept applying a steady friction to the teenager's clitoris. After several moments, the orgasm retreated, and Lisa began to calm down, her hips steadying to just slight upward thrusts, and then, after a few more moments, coming to a complete rest. But Carrie didn't let her rest long. Wanting to use her mouth and tongue on Lisa, the way Lisa had on her, she straddled Lisa's breasts, her back to Lisa's head and shoulders. Leaning down, She began to caress Lisa's vulva with her lips and tongue, lightly kissing the fleshy folds of the older girl's labia, and trailing her tongue the entire length of Lisa's vaginal cleft several times. Then, with her finger tips, she gently spread Lisa's labia, and holding her breath, plunged her tongue deeply into her vagina. Lisa moaned, feeling another orgasm start to wash over her. Reaching up with her hands, Lisa grabbed Carrie's hips, and pulled her down, until Carrie's mons was pressing right against her face. Spreading Carrie's labia with her fingers, Lisa sent her own tongue deep into Carrie's vagina, in search of the little girl's clitoris. Carrie gasped with surprise and delight at this unexpected invasion, and wriggled her bottom with pleasure. Carrie soon found Lisa's clitoris, eagerly fastening her lips around it. At the same time, Lisa located Carrie's, and almost simultaneously, sucked it eagerly between her lips. Both girls immediately came, Carrie for the fourth or fifth time that night, and Lisa for the second. After a few moments, Carrie lifted herself from Lisa, and turning around, snuggled up against Lisa's side. Turning her head, she nuzzled against Lisa's breast, and taking the nipple into her mouth, began to suckle gently. As Carrie suckled at her breast, Lisa tenderly caressed the little girl for several minutes, lightly touching her hair, face, breasts, tummy, and thighs with her fingers. Lisa then gently spread Carrie's thighs slightly, placed her hand against Carrie's mons, and slipped two fingers into the little girl's vagina. The girls lay entwined on the bed like this for a long time -- Carrie sucking softly on Lisa's nipple, Lisa occasionally removing her fingers from Carrie's vagina to gently caress the rest of the little girl's body. After an hour or so, Lisa felt Carrie's mouth on her nipple relax, and her breathing become deep and even. Slipping her fingers from Carrie's vagina, Lisa slid off the bed, careful not to disturb her. Lisa went downstairs and got dressed, and then went into the bathroom and returned everything to their original locations. Picking up Carrie's panties and nightie from where Lisa had left them, she went back upstairs to Carrie's bedroom, and gently, hardly waking the child at all, redressed her. Lisa spread a light blanket over Carrie, and then brushed her cheek with her lips, and quietly left the room. Lisa went downstairs and sat down in an armchair. Spreading her legs, she touched and caressed herself lightly, bringing her self to the edge, and then retreating from it, over and over again, until, hours later, she heard Carrie's mom unlocking the front door. Slipping her panties up and smoothing her skirt down, Lisa picked up a book and was busily engaged with it as Carrie's mother opened the front door and walked in. "Hi Lisa. Everything okay? Was Carrie a good girl?" "Oh, yes ma'am. She was beautiful, just like always. I really love to baby-sit her." "You're old enough to drive, aren't you, Lisa? Do you have a license?" "Yes, ma'am?" "If I loaned you my car, would you take Carrie in for her checkup on Tuesday? I have to meet with a client that day." "Certainly...I'd love to." "Good. Thank you, Lisa. Here, let me pay you, and then I'll take you home." "Thank you, Mrs. Marshall," said Carrie with a smile. "Carrie and I had so much fun together tonight, that I feel like I ought to pay you!" Mrs. Marshall laughed, and Lisa suddenly felt her vagina begin to tingle. Mrs. Marshall laughed just like her daughter. All the way home in the car, Lisa wondered at that momentary tingle in her crotch. Slipping her hand under her skirt in the darkness of the car, Lisa imagined making love to Carrie's mother. As she caressed herself through her panties, Lisa realized that that is exactly what she wanted to do. As the car stopped in front Lisa's house, Lisa was already formulating a plan to make it happen.