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Authors name: Helen (helen432hotmail.com)
Story title : Hanna

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Hanna (F/f-pre, ped, oral, mast, rom)
by Helen (helen432hotmail.com)

***

A very romantic, and true, meeting between a woman of 
thirty-eight and a girl of eleven.

***

My sister, her husband and her daughter all celebrate 
their birthdays within the same week in August, from the 
11th to the 17th. This year they decided to throw a big 
shindig with about 50 guests. Invited were, among others, 
my sister's midwife and her 11-year-old daughter, a 
lovely brunette just showing the first signs of sprouting 
into womanhood. The weather had been unforgiving for 
weeks, making the water temperature very agreeable.

There were ten of us making for the beach and as soon as 
we were there, we jumped in. I had met both Hanna and her 
mother before, of course, and gotten along very well with 
both of them. Still the childish one, Hanna took great 
pleasure in splashing me with water long after I was 
drenched. A bit annoying as the tepid water got into my 
eyes, nose and mouth. I jokingly told her that giving 
someone that much attention usually suggests warmer 
feelings for that person. She stopped splattering me only 
to look me in the eyes for a few seconds before 
continuing with even more vigour. 

Eventually her arms got tired and she wanted to do the 
"catapult", where she stands on my shoulders with me 
submerged and I then shoot up to throw her like 10 feet 
up and away. Once while steadying her footing, she 
slipped and her foot got caught in my bikini bottom and 
pulled it all the way down. Her foot was between my legs 
and I had to squeeze them together not to topple over. 
She was hanging around my neck with her leg still tangled 
in my bikini, moving it in swimming motions that not only 
steadied her, but also put her knee in direct contact 
with my shaven cunt and eventually my clitoris.

She offered to pull my panties back up and before I could 
answer, she dove down and pulled them halfway up before 
coming up for air. She commented that I had no hair on my 
pussy and told me that hers was just beginning to grow. I 
was a bit taken back by her frankness and even more when 
I felt her hand on my mons. 

-It's all prickly, she said. -Don't you scratch the boys 
with that?

I honestly didn't know what to answer. I just pulled my 
bottom up and swam towards the floating jetty two hundred 
feet away, towards the middle of the bay. Hanna followed 
and as she reached me, her lips were blue and she was 
shaking. I lifted her onto the jetty, which tilted enough 
that I didn't dare put my weight on it too. Hanna was on 
her back warming up in the afternoon sun and I was in the 
water by her feet, letting my eyes wander along her lithe 
body. 

Then it came: -Would you like to see my hairs?. What do 
you answer to a question like that. I knew we were well 
out of sight since the jetty tilted away from the beach 
and all gazing eyes. Sure, I whispered and Hanna 
immediately pulled her bikini bottom all off. It... It's 
lovely, I stuttered. 

-Do you think it will look better with hair or without, 
Hanna asked? -Without, I said. -I thought you might say 
that she replied. 

-Yours was a bit prickly, but I liked the way it looked. 
We looked almost the same but you had bigger labia. She 
must have learnt that word from her mother. Having a 
midwife for a mother has its perks I guess. 

-Mine has grown too in the past year or so, she said. Mom 
told me to explore myself and notice the changes. Mom 
says I'll start bleeding any day now. She also says 
masturbating might make it come sooner. I masturbate 
almost every day. She delivered this tirade of intimate 
details completely without shame or even the slightest 
hint of 
embarrassment.

I was absolutely taken with this girl. So young and yet 
so brazen and free. I was looking at her privates and she 
was watching me watching her in silence. She pulled her 
knees up as far as she could and spread her legs. 

-Look, there are some hairs growing around my bum hole 
too, she said, pulling on a tiny blonde tuft. I could see 
that she was going to be VERY hairy indeed in a few 
years. The fuzz grew more than halfway to her navel and 
covered half the distance across her hips. It was almost 
invisible, but for the sun glinting off of it. She was 
wide open to my stare now. She had a fat mound and a 
rather long slit. Her position made her pussy open up in 
a very erotic way and I could see her hymen clearly. I 
also saw her arousal. 

She was wet and it wasn't just water. I decided to try 
something and asked her how she masturbated. 

-With my fingers, she said, or my pillow. 

-Do you feel like doing it now, just to show me? I'll do 
it too, if you want to. (God knows I needed it) 

-We can compare techniques and maybe you could teach me a 
thing or two.

That last sentence really got her started. Nothing 
appeals to a kid's ego as the chance to teach an adult. I 
had hardly finished speaking when she turned her head to 
see if we were safely hidden. Her hand found her crotch 
even as she looked around, and started rubbing up and 
down, with her middle finger finding the crack and 
sinking almost out of view. With a deep sigh she lay back 
on the jetty and started masturbating in earnest. Her 
hips began to gyrate and she kept tilting her hips in 
opposite motion with her fingers. A squelching sound was 
all that was heard.

She tilted her head up and looked at me with a moist 
gaze. 

-Are you masturbating too? 

-Yes, I whispered.

-Do you rub up and down like me? 

-Sometimes, I said. Sometimes I put my fingers inside me, 
like I'm doing now. 

-Really, she said. I've tried, but it hurts. Mom says 
that some skin is covering my vagina until I break it or 
let someone else break it for me. She said all this 
without missing a beat. Then laid her head back again. 
She started whimpering and so did I. I wanted to time my 
orgasm with hers. Suddenly her legs came together with a 
loud slap and she turned on her side in a fetal position 
with her hand between her legs. She was panting hard and 
trembling. 

I forgot about my own masturbation and put my hand on her 
bum. 

-Are you all right, Hanna?  Yes, just let me rest for a 
while. She rested for about 5 minutes before sitting up 
and then removing her hand from her crotch. I was all 
shiny with her dew. I took her hand and kissed her 
fingertips one by one and under her puzzled looks, I 
licked them clean. 

-I always was them, she said. Why did you lick them? I 
like the taste, I said. 

-You like pee??? It's not pee, Hanna it's what your 
vagina produces when you get excited. It makes 
penetration easier. You'll find that most boys will like 
it too and they'll even want to taste the place it comes 
from. 

-You mean lick me here?, she said, spreading her legs 
again and pointing to her pussy, now red, slick and 
puffy. Yes, right there, I said. It's now or never, I 
thought. 

-It feels very good, much better than your fingers if the 
other person knows what he's doing. Or what she's doing, 
for that matter. 

-Do girls do that??? She asked with huge eyes. 

-Oh yes, I said. The next question was more or less 
obvious: -Have you ever done it? -Promise not to tell, I 
said. 

-Yes!! I've done it lots of times, I said matter-of-
factly. Do you like it, she asked. -You bet!

-Come here, I said. I can do it to you if you want, I 
whispered in her ear and then sucked her earlobe. -That 
tickles, she giggled. She looked me in the eyes with a 
very serious look on her face. 

-Would you really do that? Would I get the shivers from 
it? 

-It's called orgasm, Hanna. I'm surprised you mum didn't 
teach you that word along with all the others. It's one 
of the most important ones, and yes, you would get an 
"orgasm" and I yes, I would be very, very happy to give 
you one.


Hanna had a curious look on her face. She was sitting up 
with her legs crossed in a semi lotus position. She was 
breathtakingly pretty in the setting sun and the rays 
found their way to her pussy where they glinted off the 
moisture that once again was filling it with her growing 
anticipation. 

-Lay back and relax, Hanna. She untangled her long legs 
and slowly fell on to her back with a sigh. I used both 
hand on her knees to spread her legs. Being still in the 
water, I needed my hands to steady myself. I couldn't 
possibly masturbate. I decided to give Hanna my undivided 
attention. 

I tried holding on to her hips, but only managed to pull 
the screaming child halfway off the jetty. I tried 
holding on to the jetty, but couldn't get the angle 
right. Finally we agreed that she should balance on the 
edge, with her pussy slightly over it and her thighs on 
my shoulders. 

-I like that! That way I can watch., she said with a huge 
grin. It was, however, impractical. With my hands on the 
jetty and her legs on my shoulders, the laws of physics 
took precedence over the lust of man and my legs 
disappeared under the jetty, tilting me onto my back 
despite my furious kicking.

Every time I got my tongue anywhere near her pussy, it 
disappeared out of view. I reached it once and managed a 
lick through her slit. The taste was indescribable. It 
tasted of... youth. Hanna's reaction matched her taste, 
inexperienced and youthful. She drew her breath hard 
enough to elicit a full minute of coughing. 

-Again, please. I want more, please do it again, please!, 
she said as soon as she caught her breath again. 

My arms were like spaghetti by now and I couldn't even 
pull myself onto the jetty, which probably would have 
sunk with my added weight on it. 

-Lets swim ashore, Hanna. We'll think of something. 
Hanna, very reluctantly, put her swimsuit back on. We 
swam ashore and toweled each other dry before heading 
back. Hanna's mom was sitting on the bench by the shore, 
facing the sun. -Where were you? I couldn't see you for 
the longest time.

-We were sunbathing on the raft, Hanna said matter-of-
factly. We were walking the path towards my sister's 
house when it struck me. 

-Hanna, have you noticed the nice boathouses around the 
cove? 

-Yes, one of them is my uncle's, the yellow one with the 
Bayliner below it. She pointed to the edge of the cove 
and there it was. 

-But it's locked and we won't be able to get inside. I 
looked at her and she was close to tears with frustration 
and disappointment. -Lets have a look anyway, I said. 
Come on! 

We nearly ran the distance; half a mile through the 
thicket. The boathouse was indeed locked. But there was a 
narrow gangway leading down to the moorings and the boat 
itself had a white canvas cover that was fastened with 
clasps. I tried one of the clasps and it opened easily. I 
tried two more with the same result.

I looked around and opened the whole portside before 
squeezing inside. I called for Hanna to follow. There was 
room enough to sit on the cushioned benches that went all 
around the stern. We sat there in silence letting our 
eyes get used to the scarce light inside the boat.

-Watch this, Hanna said. She pulled a lever on the floor 
and up came a table. She then flipped the top and told me 
to pull my legs up. She pushed the table down and by 
pulling the lever again, leveled it with the benches we 
sat on. The whole stern was now a formidable king size 
bed! She looked at me and blushed beautifully. She then 
removed her bikini within a blink of an eye. I saw the 
dark spot in the gusset and I'm sure she saw mine too.  

-I want to see you naked too, Helen, she said. I removed 
my bra and immediately she scrambled across the "bed" and 
sat on my lap, tweaking my nipples a bit roughly to begin 
with, but with my careful guidance, I was soon enjoying 
myself immensely. I kissed her forehead, I kissed her 
cheeks, I kissed her ears, her neck, her nose and her 
chin. Then I kissed her lips. She kissed back, mashing 
her closed mouth against mine.

-Gently, I said. Like this. I tilted my head slightly and 
once again our lips met, but this time with more love 
than passion. I opened my lips slightly and rested the 
tip of my tongue between them and sure enough I felt hers 
a few seconds later. I opened my mouth a bit more and let 
my tongue meet hers and moved around it a little more, 
coaxing her tongue, daring it to come out. Our tongues 
danced a fiery dance and we soon started exploring each 
other's mouths in earnest. 

Hanna had moved to sit on my left thigh and was now 
rubbing herself against it. Actually she was sliding 
along it making wet noises. My leg was more or less 
covered with her youthful secretions. I broke the kiss. 

-Don't you think it's about time I made good on my 
promise, Hanna? 

-If you still want to, she said in a very shaky voice. 

-More than anything, I said and hugged her hard, drawing 
her into my bosom. I laid her down, pushing her head 
first into one of the corners to make room for me to lie 
down comfortably. 

She needed no telling to spread her legs. She even spread 
her labia with her index fingers. 

-Mom tells me to do this when she examines me. If you're 
going to put your tongue there, maybe you want to examine 
me first?

-Just stay that way and I'll get there eventually, I 
said. I kissed her leg all the way up to her crotch and 
skipping the goal, I started kissing down her other leg. 
She never moved or made a sound as I repeated the 
procedure from the other end.

This time I lingered in the middle to get a good look at 
her pussy. It was frothing and white girl cum was showing 
deep inside and she had trouble holding on to her lips 
and used all the fingers of both her hands to hold 
herself open to my gaze. I blew softly on her vagina, up 
and down, filling the whole space with her fragrance. Her 
hips started an involuntary undulating motion up and 
down, faster and faster. 

I finally put my hands under her buttocks and steadied 
her. I lifted her up a bit. 

-Move your hands, I whispered. She pulled her hands away 
from her pussy, leaving strings and trails of juice on 
her mons and stomach to her navel. I slid my hands down 
the back of her thighs a bit until I could reach her 
pussy with my thumbs. I used them to spread her wide open 
before I closed my eyes, stuck my tongue out and plunged 
it deeply into her cavity. At least, as deep as her 
virginity would let me.

She arched her back and pressed herself against my face. 
My mouth was covering her whole pussy and my tongue was 
lodged firmly in her hole. She started undulating again, 
rubbing her clit against my upper lip and my nose. I 
moved my mouth up and fastened my lips around her little 
clit and got to work on it with the tip of my tongue with 
alternating strokes up and down, from side to side and 
around in small circles. 

She didn't even give me the time to go through the whole 
program before her legs caught my head in a vice-like 
grip and I my chin was drenched. Even with her thighs 
pressing on my ears, I could hear her scream. And what a 
scream it was! They probably heard all the way to Poland! 
Hanna was shaking uncontrollably and sobbing wildly as I 
managed to wrench my head free. Tears were running down 
her cheeks and she curled into a ball again.

I listened for the running feet I was certain was 
approaching the boat by now, expecting someone to lift 
the flap to the scene that couldn't possibly be 
interpreted as anything else than an adult molesting a 
child. But no steps were heard no one lifted the canvas 
and Hanna eventually opened her eyes and a faint smile 
spread across her lips. Or, should I perhaps say; a sated 
smile.

We said nothing for a long while, just looking at each 
other was enough. I stroked her hair and face and she 
toyed with my nipples. She sat up and leaned her head 
against my breast. She started toying with the other and 
at that instant I was made aware of my own needs. I 
needed to cum so desperately. I started rubbing the 
gusset of my bikini, very discreetly, but Hanna caught on 
in a second. -Do you want to have an orgasm too, she 
asked.

-Yes I said. Licking you and giving you an orgasm has 
made me very, very excited. So excited that I need one 
too, right away.

-My orgasm was the best and the strangest thing that ever 
happened to me, Hanna said. It was like nothing that ever 
happened when I do it myself. It was the "shivers" times 
a thousand millions.

-I'm glad you liked it, Hanna. And I agree, it's a lot 
better than doing it yourself. 

I was still rubbing my bikini clad pussy through the 
fabric when Hanna exclaimed: -You're all wet and the seat 
too! She was right. I lifted one leg and looked 
underneath. A dark spot was spreading on the white 
leather cushion. I was beyond caring, though. Hanna 
touched the dark spot and smelled her fingers. She stuck 
her tongue out and gave her index a tentative lick. Then 
she surprised me (again) as she took a swipe at her own 
pussy and repeated what she had just done with my juices.

-It doesn't smell or taste anything like pee, you know. -
I know, I said. But even if it did, I probably wouldn't 
mind. Besides you're the best I've tasted yet. -Really, 
she asked with a happy smile. Will you do it again 
sometime? -Anytime you want love, I said and kissed her 
deeply. While we kissed, I felt her hand wander from my 
breast down my stomach inching it's  way towards my 
crotch. 

I spread my legs in anticipation and was rewarded with 
her hand squeezing my pussy and her tongue entering my 
mouth. She brought her hand up and licked her fingers 
again and so did I. We both licked my fingers and every 
now and then our tongues met and we licked each other's 
tongues as well. 

-Wait, I said. I moved away and laid down to ease out of 
my bikini bottom. I lifted my bum off the cushion and 
slid my panties down my legs, all in one motion. I stayed 
on my back enjoying the cool leather. 

I spread my legs as wide as I could, letting Hanna take 
in the sight of an aroused, naked, mature woman. 

-I'll let you do anything you want as long as you really 
want it. 

-I want to see you masturbate, was her answer. A little 
disappointed I started caressing my thighs very slowly. 

-I want you to play with you vagina, I want you to have 
an orgasm, and I want to see it, please? Alright, I said. 
Don't rush me. If I'm going to do this by myself, at 
least I want to enjoy it. 

I continued to stroke my thighs slowly and teasingly and 
all the time I could feel the cream running from my hole 
down the crack, making the cushion slippery underneath. I 
closed my eyes, stroked my legs and waited... there it 
was, her hand was on my thigh cupping my hand and forcing 
it towards my pussy. Her hand on my hand on my cunt, her 
hand moving my hand in circles.

Then suddenly I quickly pulled my hand away from under 
hers and her hand was on my pussy. I half expected her to 
pull away, but she didn't. 

She continued where I'd left off, and was doing a fine 
job of it. 

-Do you want me to help you? she asked. 

-I want anything you want, Hanna, I said, slightly out of 
breath. 

-You can give me an orgasm just by rubbing me like you do 
now, that's how close I am. 

-You're really very gooey. It feels so soft and warm, she 
said. 

-Would you like to feel inside, I asked. There's lots of 
room for your fingers inside my vagina. Her answer was to 
start looking for the entrance. 

-It's at the bottom of my slit, look here, I said, 
spreading my lips with one hand and pointing with the 
other. To make a stronger point, I shoved three fingers 
in and out a few times to assure her that there was 
nothing stopping her. I watched her shape her right hand 
into a spear with three tightly held fingers forming the 
tip.

I then watched her slowly pushing them into me.

-This is sooo great, she said. Push them in and out, I 
demanded through clenched teeth. Harder, please. Faster. 
God, Hanna! I'm so close now. I felt something touch my 
clit and suspected her other hand was busy as well. At 
least until I felt something warm close around it and 
opened my eyes to the most erotic sight ever. 

She was sucking on my clit, now extending a full half-
inch. She was sucking it and working her tongue around it 
as I had done to her. Our eyes met and she smiled around 
my pussy,  one of those superior grins that only a child 
that knows something you don't, can produce.

As she smiled, I saw the tip of her tongue flicking my 
clit with incredible speed and her hand pumping in and 
out of me. How could I last? Of course I didn't. A void 
opened beneath me and I fell through a hell and heaven of 
unimaginable pleasure. It was bliss and torment at the 
same time. And I suspect I was as noisy as Hanna before 
me.

When I regained some of my composure, Hanna was still 
fucking me with her fingers and suckling noisily on my 
now very tender clit. I was sweating profusely and 
shaking like a leaf. I pushed Hanna away and tried to sit 
up. It was impossible. Everything around me was still 
spinning. 

Hanna was still sporting that devilish grin and without 
warning she climbed on top of me and straddled my head. 
Please, I said into her pussy. I need to breathe a 
little. She lifted herself slightly off my face. 

-You said you would lick me anytime I wanted. I've licked 
you and now it's your turn again and then I'll suck on 
you again. 

-Alright, I said I'll do it one more time, but that's it. 
You have to remember that I'm very old and frail. -You're 
not old, she said. You're so beautiful and you made me 
feel the best in the whole world. 

-Well, flattery will get you everywhere, I said and 
pulled her dripping pussy onto my face once again. It 
took her the whole of about ninety seconds cream my mouth 
this time and another 5 minutes to the next and a third 
time shortly after that. All the time looking intently 
down into my eyes. She finally fell backwards, totally 
spent and legs spread wide. I licked her little rosebud 
just for the hell of it and she giggled wildly. Her 
juices were still seeping out of her and dripping on my 
chest. 

The lucky little minx is multiorgasmic, I thought to 
myself. Unbelievable. 

-You can't lick my bum, she said. 

-Why not? - It's full of poop, she said. 

-Not the outside, I said. You've done a good job cleaning 
yourself, and besides it's what comes out of your vagina 
I'm interested in.

-You really do like that, don't you, she said. 

-I love it and you taste great, Hanna, I lifted the flap 
and saw that it was getting dark outside and a bit chilly 
too. We scrambled back to the empty beach on dangerously 
wobbly legs and the on to my sisters house. It was almost 
8:30 PM and we'd been gone for almost three hours after 
the others left the beach. They were all getting ready 
for dinner and I thought to myself that I'd already had 
my three courses plus desert and actually managed not to 
break out in hysterics. Next I froze.

I had noticed the scent emanating from me. The 
unmistakable scent of sex was coming off me in great, big 
invisible clouds. I quickly excused myself and went to 
the bathroom to have a shower. 

-To wash the salt off, I said. No one seemed to have 
noticed anything and when I got back they were halfway 
through the meal. I sat down opposite Hanna and we 
exchanged glances through the first course and played 
footsies through desert. She tried to reach between my 
legs with her toes, but alas, she was too small and the 
table too big. 

I smiled an "it's alright" smile at her and she gave me a 
crooked smile back. Around eleven it was time to break up 
the party. Hanna asked her mother if she could sleep 
over. She could share the mattress with me, she said. Her 
mother said, perhaps next time. Hanna clung to her 
mother, pleading with her and burying her face in her 
hair. And that's when it happened. I saw Her mother sniff 
once and then twice more.

I suddenly felt like I was going to faint. Hanna hadn't 
washed! My scent must be all over her and now her mother 
smelled it. Kerstin looked at me with a totally blank 
face, pulled away from Hanna and motioned for me to join 
her outside. 

-I want to know what Helen thinks about sharing the bed 
with you, alright Hanna?

She went outside, and I followed on legs that threatened 
to give in at any moment. I said nothing. We walked 
slowly towards the beach and she sat down on the bench 
like before and motioned for me to sit beside her. -I 
know what you've done and I don't know how to feel about 
it. She put her face in her hands and her shoulders 
started shaking. She pulled her self up straight and took 
my face between her hands, firmly enough to be painful. 

-I hope to God that you gave as good as you got, she 
roared into my face! 

-I think I did, I whispered, not daring to met her eyes. 
Her gaze softened and her voice trembled as she said: 
I've encouraged her to explore her sexuality without ever 
saying it right out. She started masturbating almost a 
year ago, encouraged, I suppose, by me. I don't judge 
people by their sexuality and by the look of it, Hanna 
and you had a good time this evening, wherever you found 
the privacy around here. My brother's boathouse would be 
a good bet. 

-Actually it was the boat, I whispered, looking up. She 
smiled at me, a loving, tearful smile. 

-You've done what I can only dream about, she said softly 
and then, after kissing me fully on the mouth, she stood 
and walked away briskly. I was numb. Something had 
happened which I couldn't yet grasp. And still can't. 

The event is only a few weeks away and this weekend my 
sister has invited me in again to do some painting before 
she sells the house and moves to an even more wonderful 
one. I'll be seeing both Hanna and her mother. And 
perhaps I'll get to kindle the spark I lit the last time. 
And this time with her mothers consent.

The End?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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