Author: Stardust
Title: Tectonic Toddler
Summary: A young mom and her friend embark on an experiment to test whether a toddler can experience sexual pleasure.
Keywords: Mg ped cons oral

Tectonic Toddler (Did the Earth Move?)
(Mg cons oral)
By Stardust

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WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between an adult and preteen girls.  

This story is FICTION. The events described never occurred outside of the author’s imagination. 

This work is copyrighted by the author. You may repost it, but don’t change it or charge money for it.
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“I think we are born with a sex drive. It doesn’t just suddenly appear at age 18.” I threw down the gauntlet.

“No, of course it doesn’t come suddenly.  But it does develop gradually, starting at puberty, not before.” My friend Lisa took up the challenge.

“I know I first masturbated at the age of 10 or 11. I was too young to produce any semen, but I was close to puberty,” I replied.

“Same for me.  I wasn’t aware of any pleasant sensations from down there until I was 12 or so,” Lisa agreed.

Lisa and I had been close friends since high school. We had been briefly been romantic, but we mutually agreed that we’d rather be friends. 

I continued the discussion, “But I’ve read many accounts written by adults telling about their interest in sex from well before puberty.  And I’ve seen girls as young as 3 masturbate.”

Lisa laughed out loud, “Where would you see little girls masturbating?”

I replied, “At the nudist club. It’s pretty common. The adults don’t stop them, even if they’re in public.”

Lisa responded, “But they’re not actually masturbating. They’re just exploring their body, not seeking pleasure.”

“Y’know, there ought to be some scientific research on the topic,” I said.

“Ok, why don’t WE do the research,” Lisa suggested.

This gave me pause. “How do we do that?” I was genuinely perplexed.

“My daughter will be the test subject.”

Lisa had an 18-month-old daughter Kirsten, from a one night stand. The father didn’t even know he’d conceived a child. In fact, as Lisa’s close friend, I was more like a dad to Kirsten than anyone else. 

I replied with some uncertainty, “Interesting.  How do we conduct this research?”

Without hesitation, Lisa replied, “You lick her pussy, and we’ll see how she responds.  She’s not old enough to talk, but we should be able to judge whether she likes it.”

I must have looked surprised, because Lisa continued, “Oh don’t look so shocked.  Mary told me you love to lick pussy. She said that you would lick her pussy for 30 minutes, then slide your sausage in the oven and be done in 30 seconds. A good deal for her, I guess.”

Mary was my former soul mate, and a close friend of Lisa’s. 

“Fine. You’re the mom. You want me to lick your 18-month-old daughter’s pussy, I’m game.  Purely in the interest of science, of course,” I replied with a grin.

Lisa was decisive and in control, as usual. “We need to choose the right time.  Can’t do it when she’s all hyper.  It’ll have to be some evening when she’s tired and ready for bed. Why don’t you come over tonight for dinner, say about 5:00.”

When I arrived at the door, Kirsten screamed with joy on seeing me.  I love that response.  How many adults do you know who are that happy to see you?  She’s known me all her short life, and I’m proud to be her favorite playmate.

So we ate some dinner, then we played catch with a ball, then we ran around outside.  We had an active evening, and Kirsten got plenty tired.  Like most toddlers she was a tornado, then she suddenly crashed.  She barely stayed awake while her mom gave her the usual before-bed bath. Now that she was calm, it seemed a good time to experiment.  

“How will we know if she likes it?” I asked.

“Careful observation, my dear Watson,” Lisa replied.

Lisa carried Kirsten to the living room, laid her on the couch, and gave her a goodnight baby bottle. She was sleepy-awake and lay comfortably on the couch on her back, completely nude with knees bent and legs spread wide apart, as toddlers do.  She lay perfectly still, with her head turned to the side watching the TV.  

I began by stroking her skin gently all over her body.  Her skin was beautiful to touch, smooth and unblemished.  When I touched her feet she jerked away – a tickle – but otherwise she didn’t react to what I was doing.  I looked at her pussy.  I’d seen it many times when changing her diaper, but now I looked more carefully.  The outer lips were spread wide apart; the inner lips were non-existent.  Her little clit was tiny and oh so cute.  Below that her vagina looked like a purple spot.  Just a spot.  It didn’t look like a hole at all -- hard to believe anything could fit in there – and I certainly would not try to put anything into an 18 month old vagina!

I kissed her all over her body, starting at her feet.  I kissed her legs, her thighs (so smooth!)  I avoided her kitty for now, and kissed all over her tummy.  When I went to kiss her face she put out her hand and pushed me away.  

“Oops, I blocked her view of  TV.”

“Now we know that she’ll let you know if she doesn’t like what you’re doing,” Lisa observed.

So I finally got down to the prize.  What would a little toddler girl taste like?  I was about to find out.  I kissed her tummy.  I kissed around her pussy.  I put out my tongue and touched her purple-spot vagina.  I licked up to and across her clit.  I licked all around, trying to get her nice and wet.  I found her inner lips and sucked them between my lips.   I sucked her tiny little clit in and out of my lips a few times.  I pushed lightly on her vagina with my tongue.  It didn’t seem there was a hole there at all.  

The taste?  Very slight, very mild.  There was a hint of pee, but mostly she tasted just like a woman, but very faint.  Almost no taste at all.  I don’t like the taste of women, but Kirsten tasted pleasant.  

Through all this, my lovely baby girl didn’t react at all.  I stopped occasionally to look at her face.  She was looking at the TV.  

“Interesting.  There’s been no reaction so far.  I’m sure she doesn’t dislike what I’m doing, but does she like it?”

“I agree. So far, no sign of sexual pleasure.” Lisa was claiming victory prematurely.

“I’m not done yet,” I said. This was a challenge now. In high school I had a girl friend who taught me how to lick pussy.  So now I applied all that knowledge to Kirsten.  I licked all the way up from bottom to top, like a dog might.  I sucked on her clit.  I flicked the clit with the tip of my tongue.  As I was doing that, she lifted her hips up and moved in little jerky motions, then relaxed. Her mom gave me a meaningful look. Was that an orgasm?  I wasn’t sure.  

We decided that was enough for now. We diapered and dressed her and she fell back to sleep.

“Well, what’s your conclusion, doctor?” I asked.

“Inconclusive, I think,” Lisa replied. “There was that one time she might have had an O, but I’m not really sure. You’d think if she really liked it, it’d be more obvious.”

“I concur. Further tests are needed,” I said.

“Absolutely,” Lisa replied.

The next day was bad for me: problems at work, unexpected bills at home. In the evening when I arrived at Lisa’s door, I was feeling pretty glum. When she saw me Kirsten screamed and jumped up and down with joy. That never gets old.  Her enthusiasm is so contagious, all the day’s problems were washed away and I was completely in the moment with my favorite little girl. 

Again we played hard. She stood at the top of the steps and threw her ball down.  It bounced to the bottom, where I caught it and threw it back up.  She couldn’t catch the ball, but she’d run and pick it up off the floor, then throw it down to me again.  We must’ve done this for a half hour, and darling little Kirsten was just as enthusiastic about the last throw and she was with the first. We had dinner together. She fed me her chicken nuggets, and I licked her fingers. We played airplane, where I pick her up and fly her around the room.  Finally it was time for her bath. 

This time, after the bath, Kirsten squealed and ran away from her mom.  The naked cutie ran to the couch, lay down, and called my name. When I came over, she lifted her hips up toward me.

“Ha, look at that. That’s pretty clear isn’t it?” I observed.

“Yep, it sure is,” Lisa replied. “Clearly she wants you to do it again.  Go ahead, let’s see how she reacts this time.”

I began by lightly stroking her skin all over her body. Her skin was so exquisitely smooth and soft! I leaned over and kissed her tummy, chest, legs, tiny little toes. I ran my lips up her legs, bypassing the kitty for now, and nibbled (with lips, not teeth) all over her tummy, and down to her pussy.  I lightly nibbled all around her kitty, avoiding the inner parts for now. Then I lifted my head up to look at her face, wondering if there was any visible reaction to what I was doing.  Kirsten reached out, snaked her little fingers into my hair, and ever so lightly pulled my head downward, back toward her pussy. 

“Did you see that, mom?” I asked. “She’s pulling me back down.”

Lisa smiled. “You’d better continue then.”

Now I gently approached her inner parts. I tickled all around her purple spot vagina with the tip of my tongue.  I licked along the sides of her clit, not touching the clit. I stroked her clit every so lightly with my lips, in a motion as if I was eating the clit, but actually just brushing across it with my lips as lightly as possible. When she was thoroughly wet, I pursed my lips and rubbed them all around her pussy randomly sliding over all parts. 

Occasionally I’d stop licking and lift my head up to look at her face. Every time she’d lightly pull my head back down toward her kitty.

I used the broad top of my tongue and rubbed over her clit in small circular motions. I backed off and flicked the tip of my tongue rapidly and randomly, touching every part of her pussy. I licked across her pussy with moderate pressure, from bottom to top, in a slow steady rhythm, from purple vagina up over the clit, again and again. As I did this, she lifted her knees gradually up toward her chest, raising her pussy.  I followed her up, continuing to lick, as she drew her knees up tight, held them there, then relaxed.  Was that an orgasm?  I think so.  But she didn’t make a sound, or react in any other way.  

Lisa and I agreed that was enough for now. I dressed her, and she fell back to sleep.

“What’s your conclusion this time, doctor?” I asked.

“It’s very clear now that she does enjoy what you’re doing,” Lisa answered. “It’s funny that she doesn’t react the way an adult would.  There’s no vocalization, no convulsive movement. When I orgasm, I wouldn’t be able to be as still and quiet as Kirsten was, if I tried.”

“I’m not at all sure that she experienced orgasms, but it’s clear that she does experience sexual pleasure,” I observed.

“Agreed,” Lisa replied. “I’m amazed. I didn’t think it was possible at 18 months.”

”So, is that the end of the experiment?” I asked.

“That’s the end of the experiment, but it doesn’t have to be the end of her before bedtime pleasure romps,” Lisa answered with a smile. “I think you enjoy this as much as she does.”

She was right about that! “You mean you want me to continue licking her little pleasure chest?”

“Only if you want to,” Lisa said.

“I’d love to! But you don’t think it’s wrong, or abusive, or immoral, or something?” I asked.

“My only question was whether she actually enjoys it,” Lisa answered. “We’ve settled that question, so why shouldn’t a baby experience pleasure? I want my daughter to experience the good things in life. Besides, if she’s been treated gently by a guy like you who truly cares about her, maybe she’ll be less likely to accept abuse from a guy when she’s a teen or adult.”

“That’ll be our next experiment. A longitudinal study,” I offered.

“Agreed,” Lisa concurred.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” I said with pleasure.

So I came back the next night, and just about every night after that.  

Kirsten is now 8, and it’s no longer every day, more like once a week or so. Now she comes to me to tell me when she wants a goodnight licking. The result of all this ‘child abuse’? She’s a happy girl and I have a strong tongue.