Wet Dream

by Joanne

I was eighteen and my niece was ten. My sister needed time out, a whole day to seduce the man she employed in her shop. He was married and suspected nothing. She had been lusting after him ever since he started to work there. I owed her a favour, well several really, and so I agreed to take the girl to the park and keep her there all day. If I knew my sister she would have the man's cock in her hand, married or not, before lunch.

Keeping a ten year old amused is knackering. The energy they have is a wonder to behold. It was a hot day and I was exhausted and just wanted to lie on the grass and relax. There were rides of various types to keep her amused, she didn't really need to run around playing with me.

"Can't you go and play on your own for a bit?" I pleaded, "I am totally wiped out."

She giggled, "Yes, ok," she said. She watched as I settled down and took my book from my bag.

"Right," she said as if she had just decided something.

"Don't you go too far," I called out to her as she ran away.

I was engrossed in a sensual passage in my book when I was brought back to earth by her shadow. I looked up. She was dripping wet and grinning. She was silhouetted with the sun behind her head which looked like a halo. From this angle I could see her panties tight and hugging her vagina, now that they were wet they were semi-transparent, nothing was left to the imagination. Her vagina was puffy and ripe. If this was an angel it was a hedonist one. A hot surge of lust ran straight to my own vagina. Water still ran from her visible slit and dripped down to the grass.

"What happened to you?" My voice was thick with lust, the horny story I had been reading and now the sight of the very young, adorable and innocent vagina was all too much. The summer dress hung limp, but the wet bodice clung tightly against her. The cold had her prepubescent nipples standing out, another surge of hot fluid flowed into my panties.

"There's a fountain, water jets shooting into the air," she was saying excitedly.

"So you had to get into it?" I said.

"Everyone was in it. It is such fun." She was excited and happy.

"Your mother will kill me," I said. "Show me the fountain."

She skipped ahead of me happily. I followed revelling in her movement and feeling ashamed of my lustful feelings. The fountain was a flat platform with many holes all over it. Vertical jets of water shot up into the air at varying heights in rhythmical patterns. There were many children running in and out of the jets and dancing in the water. They were aged between five and fifteen. Their wet clothes clung to them. Their giggling and dancing served only to heighten the sexual tension I was feeling.

I sank onto a park bench weak at the knees. I barely noticed the hugely fat woman already on the bench. "They are wonderful aren't they?" she said in a breathless voice.

It was then that I noticed the movement of the bench. She was tensing and relaxing her thighs as she watched the children frolicking about.

"Oh my god," she whimpered as a girl of about twelve bent down to pick up a very small child. The act of bending showed her very wet vagina clearly on view through the transparent gossamer thin gusset of her white nylon panties, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her pinkness shone through. I don't know if the girl knew what she had just done, but she turned and smiled the broadest sweet smile. It sent another pulse to my pussy and a gasp from the woman. I knew that the woman was masturbating but I didn't care. I was obsessed with my own pussy as it wept and throbbed, hot and urgent.

"Do we have to go yet?" she asked. She was stood in front of us dripping wet.

I hadn't notice the time. I looked at my watch. "Goss, yes, we are late. How are we going to get you dry?" The woman coughed, "There is a toilet block over there," she was pointing.

I took the girl by the hand and led her off towards the toilets.

Once inside I slipped her dress off. I tried to wring as much water out it as possible.

"What is she doing," she said.

I turned to follow her gaze. The woman had followed us in and was now sat on a toilet with the door open and was rubbing hard at her gusset. Her fat thighs quivering.

"Oh, she must have a rude itch, take no notice," I said.

I took off my cardigan and wrapped it around her shoulders. "This dress is too wet to wear," I said, I was trying to keep the lust out of my voice.

I crouched down and peeled her panties down and wrung them out as best as I could. "You can't wear these either," I said.

The woman was gasping as she frigged herself with more vigour. I lifted the girl and sat her next to one of the sinks. I took her knees up and peeled the wet socks off. The girl had her heels up on the bench which spread her vagina wide. Her gaping pinkness was shiny wet. I stepped to one side to wring the socks out in the sink, knowing that the gaping young pussy would certainly finish the woman off. Her calls to god told me that I was right.

The woman whispered to me as she left, "Thank you my dear," she said.

I stood the girl up, now totally naked and looking lovely. I wrapped my cardigan around her at chest height and tied it around her using the sleeves as ties. The size of it formed a woollen dress covering her completely. Anyone looking at her would not have known that she was without her dress and her panties.

I thought her mother would have been angry but she just laughed. She winked at me, which told me that she had indeed fucked her assistant. She didn't know, as she was getting her rocks off, just how close I came to fucking her daughter.

She took the girl upstairs to wash and dry her. I flopped onto her sofa and frigged myself to a massive and well earned orgasm. I was imagining licking the young pussy that I was now familiar with.

The telephone rang. "I've got it," she called.

I heard the ding as she hung up. She came skipping down the stairs.

"Will you do me a favour?" she said "that was Johnnie, he wants to see me at the shop."

I knew what that meant.

"Of Course," I said. I didn't want to stand in the way of my sister's sex life.

"Make sure Julie gets showered and cleans her teeth before bed. I may be late." She already had her coat and was collecting her car keys as she spoke. There was no doubt that she was keen to have this man again.

"Don't worry I will see to her." I said.

The sound of her mother's car had disappeared. I turned to the girl and said, "I think a bath would be better that a shower. We don't know what was in that water you have been bathing in. There could be all sorts in that fountain."

She grinned, "Yes that will be fun."

I stood over her as she scrubbed her teeth and while the bath filled with warm water. I helped to peel off her jeans and top. She looked so cute in her panties. They were white with tiny teddy bears all over them. They came up to her waist. The cotton clung to her shape. The elastic off the leg holes squeezed her thighs and emphasised the bulge of her pubis. Her camel toe was clear as the cotton pressed into her slit.

My pussy wept uncontrollably again into my panties. I crouched down and peeled her panties down. I was so close that I could have kissed her belly, her pubis and her camel toe, but I didn't. Instead I stood up and helped her into the water. She sat down into the chest deep water. She looked so pure and innocent that I felt ashamed.

The shame mixed with lust was a new powerful feeling that had my pussy throbbing. My hands were shaking as I took the showerhead and sprayed her hair. She squealed with delight. I squeezed a dollop of shampoo onto her head and lathered it up. She delighted in making shapes with it. I rinsed in all away leaving it floating on the water. Her hair now looked long, wet and slinky just as it had in the fountain.

I got her to stand up. She was glossy with the soapy water. She looked adorable. I squeezed a generous amount of shower gel onto my hand and applied it to her body. "Let's get you clean," I said.

I caressed her shoulders and her neck and face. I cleaned her arms and hands I rinsed her down with the showerhead. She turned slowly around to allow this the happen. She looked wonderful all shiny and clean and desirable.

I turned her around and told her to lean against the wall. I took another handful of gel and caressed her back down to her bottom. I then caressed her bottom enjoying the soft springy feel of it. She was leaning with her face up against the wall with her back to me. I slipped my hand between her legs which she parted to allow access. She purred as I caressed her inner thighs and up and down her legs. She pushed her bottom out towards me as I reached the top. She gasped as I caressed her anus, washing it thoroughly, making sure with the tip of my finger. Her breath came in gasps as my hand went forward and thoroughly cleaned her vagina, again making sure with the tip of my finger. Her thighs began to quiver sending ripples through the bath water. Her face slid down the wall as she pushed her vagina out to me. I cleaned it from her hymen up and down lingering on her immature clitoris. Her legs shook and her buttocks tensed and released. She gasped and whimpered.

I turned her around to face me. Her face was red and puffy, her eyes were glazed over. Her lips were wet, puffy and brightly red from where she had been licking them. I took more gel and caressed her chest and her stomach lingering on her pubis, and as if signing off, I played with her clitoris. I then, as her shoulders dropped in disappointment, sprayed her with the showerhead. She rotated enjoying the warm spray. She was calmer now. I knew the warm inner feeling her would now be enjoying. She may not know it, but she has just had her first ever orgasm. From now on, and for the rest of her life, she would want more and more.

I wrapped her in a large towel and rubbed her vigorously. We transferred to her bedroom where I dried her hair using her hairdryer and brush. Running the brush in long strokes from the roots to the tips. She then stood there with her arms in to air as I slipped a clean nightdress onto her.

Once down into the lounge, she curled up next to me as we watched television together. We waited for her mother to return from fucking the new cock in her life. She cuddled up to me, "I love you Aunty," she said.

I felt her shivering in my arms. She lay back and lifted her nightdress. She spread her legs in an invitation for me to touch her again. She leaned back and kissed me. It was then that we heard her mother's key in the lock.