| Creamy Tart, Part 3 Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if your under 21 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 cs.unwin, All rights reserved. Please email if you have any questions or comments. --- Sandra and I licked each others' pussies each time she came to babysit me. Eventually my parent's course ended and our fucking became much less frequent. I kept thinking a lot about lesbians. Much of what I found on the internet was mostly porn, which was interesting, but not what I was looking for. I found a video chat room for lesbians but realized that I was too young for this and might get found out as under-age. I did find a City Guide for Lesbians in my town which had all kinds of listings including Health, Safety, and Social Services. It also listed a Gay and Lesbian Advice Centre which happened to be very close to the gym where I practised my gymnastics. Not long after, my mother was delayed picking me up from the gym. She rang and asked me to wait for her for about an hour. I decided to walk down the street and pop into the lesbian advice centre. It was an office with a nicely furnished waiting room and several grown-ups in it. I am not sure what I expected, but I felt out of place being so young and left right away. I walked out of the office and stood on the street for a moment, deciding if I should go back to the gym or get a Frappucino at the cafe nearby. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see middle age woman next to me. She looked like a bit of a hippy type; she wore sandals and shapeless Indian cotton dress. She was full figured, more striking looking than pretty, and definitely old in my eyes. "I notice you walked into our office dear. I hope we did not frighten you away. I was wondering if there is anything I can help you with?" She said peering at me through a pair of granny-type spectacles. I decided to her the truth. "I think I might be a lesbian, and I want to meet other lesbians," I said. "Oh my goodness," she said with a smile. "That's quite a big decision. I think you are a very brave young lady. The advice centre cannot really help you because you are a minor. I am very sorry," she said. "But if you have time, we can have a chat and I might be able to answer some of your questions, on a personal basis of course. Shall we go to Cafe Nero across the street?" "Yes please Miss," I replied. "Call me Stella, dear," she said and led me across the street where we found a table. I ordered a decaf vanilla Frappuccino, Stella ordered mint tea. I was drawn to her large breasts and her nipples, the outlines of which I could see because she was not wearing a bra. I was beginning to get very interested in this older woman. I could tell by the way she was checking out my pert gymnast's body that she was interested in me, young though I was. "Are you a lesbian, Stella?" I blurted out. "Oh yes, absolutely, 100% dear. What's your name and why do you think you are a lesbian?" She asked me. "My name is Chloe. A few nights ago I tasted my babysitter's pussy and I really liked it. I'd really like to try some more," I said to her. "Oh my goodness," she said, looking quite flustered. I could imagine she was wrestling with her conscience because of how young I looked, but eventually she said, "I'd be delighted to let you taste my pussy. When can we arrange to meet? Can you visit my house?" I told Stella my mother was picking me up in a half hour, but if we got each other's phone numbers, perhaps I we could see each other in the next few days. We chatted a little more and after we left the coffee shop Stella kissed me on the lips and gave my bum a quick naughty squeeze. I rang her Stella as soon as I got home. She did not live far from my house, and I said I could visit her after school. A couple of days later I found an opportunity. I rang my mother after classes and told her I wanted to visit a friend. Mother gave me permission so I walked to the address Stella had given me. She lived in a Victorian semi-detached. I rang her doorbell and she greeted me at the door. Stella was dressed in a flowing ankle length India print skirt and a sleeveless low slung cotton blouse which showed off the the cleavage of her large and low hanging boobs. She hugged me right away and I noticed she had brown tufts of hair under her arms. She smelled of sweat and a hint of patchouli oil. I thought it was kind of nice. "Come in Chloe," she said. "Lets go my bedroom, if you still want to taste pussy. I will be happy to let you taste mine," she said with a smile and a wink. Her bedroom had bright printed wallpaper and a big futon-style double bed. Stella sat down on it and said to me: "You are a lovely little girl, I want to see you with your clothes off. Please show me what you look like naked." I love showing off and did not need another invitation. In no time my school uniform, skirt, and white little girls cotton knickers were lying on a heap on top of my shoes. I stood in front of her for a moment as she looked over my lithe young gymnast's body. I could tell she was getting excited, and I decided to show off and tease her a little. "I am a gymnast you know Stella. May I show you some of my routines?" "Oh my God, yes please," she answered. I began with my ballet stretch by standing on one leg and lifting the other so that my ankle was touching my ear. This gave Stella a full view of my 11 year old hairless pussy, wide open with its pink insides and little bits. I held this position for a few moments and then repeated it with my other leg. Stella's eyes were riveted on my pussy on display. I lay on the floor and went into a reverse snail position. I lay on my back, and using my shoulders and arms for support I put my legs over my head so that my bare legs were splayed open and my pussy was facing Stella. By this time her dress was bunched around her knees by her she was rubbing herself between her legs. "Oh Chloe, you are such a dirty little girl, but I just adore it," Stella said hiking her skirt up around her waist. I was surprised to see how much hair she had. Her legs were as hairy as my father's and the area between her legs was a full tangled bush of brown coloured hair. Her fingers were stroking her slit, and underneath the hair I could see fleshy bits of her labia sticking out like brown cauliflower. "Come and lick me you naughty little girl, come and lick your Auntie Stella," she said, opening her legs and prying apart her fleshy vulva with wet fingers. I kneeled before her and buried my head between her legs, which she lifted to give me better access. I instantly fell in love with the taste of her aroused pussy. It was strong and musty and I guessed she smelled that way because she had not worn knickers that day. And the fact that she probably did not shower very often made her pussy all the more appealing. I licked up and down her large gash; I sucked on her wrinkled flaps; I pushed my little tongue as deeply into her cunt as it would go and then I licked her hairy asshole. I stuck my tongue into her bum hole as hard as I could and tasted any poo she had not been careful to properly wipe. I loved it. Stella was gasping and calling me all sorts of dirty names like: 'Lick me harder you little tart' and 'suck my cunt dirty girl'. After I had tongued her bottom for a few minutes she grabbed my hair and pulled me up so my lips touched her clitoris. "Suck my clit you dirty little girl...Make me cum!" Her clitoris was barely hidden by her fleshy prepuce and it was huge. I wondered if my own would ever grow that large. It was about the size of the first joint of my baby finger. My own clit was tiny in comparison and was less the size of a match head. Stella's clit fit nicely in between my lips and I began to suck on her the way I imagined a baby sucks on its mother's nipples. Stella started getting really excited when I did this and she ordered me to stick my fingers into her cunt. I was happy to oblige. I pushed two fingers into her slippery wet hole, then a third, and finally all four fingers. "Finger my cunt, you little tart," she called out to me. I used my small fingers like a piston, in and out of her wet cunt as it made wet squelching sounds. I was sucking her clit and fingering her large vagina and smelling the slimy juices she expelled. She kept on talking dirty to me which I did not mind, and Stella yelled very loudly when my efforts brought her to an orgasm. She lay on the bed panting for a few minutes. "Come here my little tart, Auntie Stella wants to lick you all over," she said to me. "OK," I said, climbing up onto her futon. "But please can I see your boobs?" "With pleasure dear," she said, and began to remove her clothes. She pulled down her skirt and lifted her blouse over her head. Stella looked pretty old and her skin in places was wrinkly with cellulite. Her boobs were pretty huge but they hung flat and pointed downwards. Her nipples were big, brown and the size of strawberries. I wasted no time latching on to them and sucking them like a baby would its mother. I did this on my hands and knees; Stella reached behind my small body and grabbed at my privates. She put a finger into my tight vagina and observed: "You are still a little virgin aren't you? We are going to have to sort that out," she promised. After groping me all over, Stella pushed a pillow under my bum and lifted my legs. I obliged her by using my gymnast's flexibility to put my ankles behind my ears so that my privates were wide open and completely open and available for her. She licked my pussy and bottom with skill and experience, running her tongue up and down my hairless little girl's gash. I had cum after cum and nearly forgot the time. When I realized how late it was I had to rush to put on my clothes and dash out the door. |