Trudy's Needs

by deanna

Little Trudy kept to herself at school. Her mother set a responsible example for the young girl. Study, focus on retaining as much useful information as she could and distance herself from the bad elements. School would remain a rewarding experience for the exceptional students.

Trudy had a dark side. A longing she couldn't pin down. Her young imagination failed her. Try as she would, there was something empty about her high goals. Maybe her mother didn't have all the answers. Maybe mom didn't know what she needed most. This sent her mind searching her peers.

There were students at school she admired but she was their equal. Nothing new to be found where they were concerned. Trudy began to examine the more rebellious kids...the bad element she was warned about. She changed her look. Old jeans instead of skirts, grungy t-shirts instead of blouses. Hoping to get noticed by the more carefree, less guarded types.

Trudy was getting a nice body. Her long brown hair had made her feel plush, vulnerable for many years now. When she was much younger she had discovered her need to be sexual. This early need was limited to letting the bath faucet plunder her tender young pussy with water. Humping her pillow or anything else available. At 12 years of age her blood was boiling. Call it what you will but she couldn't fight these 'urges' from owning her. So little Trudy felt consumed to uncover her own sexual sub consciousness.

As Trudy delighted in her own development, it drew her to the curves of the other girls at school. Most of them were just beginning to take shape. Yet others like Trudy, were filling out early. She wondered if they burn with desire like she does. Fearing resentment, Trudy remained at a distance even when she felt lured to some of the other young girls. She wondered how to pursue her fantasies yet not be found out.

Trudy was home when her mind continued straying. She diddled on her bed and heard the bathroom door opening. She saw her little 9-year-old sister enter the hallway adjusting her panties. "Teresa, can you come in here a sec." She plodded over with a bored-annoyed expression. "What is it?" she droned."Teresa, I've been thinking. We really don't spend enough quality time together." she began. "Come sit with me awhile."

Teresa had a candy striped stretch top on that pronounced her little curves. Trudy sat in her panties with a half-button down blouse. "My friends talk about you all the time." she lied. "They can't believe what a cute prospect you're becoming." Teresa perked up with a modest smile as she listened. "Do you think about sex sometimes? she continued.

Teresa looked at her sister. "Some of your friends want to have sex with me?" she asked in a shrill pitch. "I'm not at liberty to say, exactly." Trudy led her on. "Who is it...is he cute?" Teresa prodded. "Since you'd be just starting, we'd need to give you some practice. Then you could date." Trudy devised. "Practice! Oh, c'mon Trudy!" the girl huffed impatiently. "No, I'm not kidding! If you want to get involve in 'grown-up' stuff... it takes practice. I had to...everybody does!" Trudy undid her own buttons.

"If you're on a date and you freeze, scared...you're done! Nobody will like you, kiddo! Happens all the time." She said, her top hanging open. Teresa stared dumbly into her sisters eyes."Wow, I never thought of that!" the girl admitted. "Okay, say we were on a date and I'm the girl... here, put a move on me." Trudy insisted. "Put a what...a move?" she asked timidly. "Yeah, like rub my titty or hold my crotch when you kiss me." Trudy said.

"Ewww! Why would I do that?" the girl paused. "Cause it's a date!" Trudy instructed. "That's what dates are for!" she grabbed her sister's hand and placed it in her open top. "There, now feel it...like you want me." Trudy dared. Teresa felt the softness. She gently squeezed the sheer bra cup. It wasn't gross, it was her big sister. She kneaded the flesh then she noticed the hardened nipple against the palm of her hand. Trudy dripped.

"Here, do it like this." Trudy pressed her sister's hand under the bra. Teresa's eyes glazed over. She sensed the softness with the moisture of her hand. There was a tender stickiness she could not express. Nakedness. The girl felt like she needed more. More intimacy. Where does that come from? She wondered. Her other hand absently exposed the other tit flesh.

"That's it...give them both some lovin'." Trudy feigned example. She knew her sister would be drawn in with the slightest direction. Trudy would have at that age and even now. Teresa caressed with conviction. Trudy tingled from her nipples to her pussy. This was so much better than masturbating alone.

Mesmerized by the liquid feel from her sister's tits, Trudy told her "Keep doing that and stand up." Teresa stood tugging the nipples, pinching. Trudy reached for her sister's panties easing them down just a few inches. Teresa didn't object, so filled with playing. Trudy separated the little folds.

Drenching her fingers with saliva, Trudy entered her sister's plump baby-soft little labia, she soothed her wet fingers along the tender furrow. She fingered her own dripping pussy in strokes and circles making cream. Teresa moaned with the sensations that followed as she kneaded the tits. Trudy smiled at her languid sibling. "Isn't dating fun?"she purred.

Teresa drank in the new arousal as she watched Trudy switch to the sloppier fingers of her other hand. Their juices were mixing, the little girl began humping, indifferent to the nature of this encounter. Her ears rang, her pre-teen pussy ached and she needed to pee again it seemed, though she had just finished earlier. Trudy made the girl's pussy bubble with cum.

As the little girl humped instinctively the aeriated cum dripped down her 9-year-old thighs. Jolts of orgasm drove current through her adolescent brain. Her knees buckled and Trudy caught her, tossing her on the bed. Continuing, the dauntless sister slurried her fingers faster on the child's pulsing little portion. The sweet virginal pussy winking at her antagonist. Trudy spit on the tight pussy as the little girl rocked with ferver.

Licking the hardened little clitoris and working her fingers rapidly, the moaning little sister gasped deeply as a modest volume of thick cum creamed above her sealed hole and oozed down her perineum. Trudy was so satisfied that she had gotten this far playing with her sister that she didn't see her even younger baby sister standing in the doorway.

"Mom!" the 6-year-old Tracy yelled. Trudy turned. Teresa jumped. "Yes, what is it honey?" mother replied. Trudy sprang to her little baby sister and held her face to her breasts. "It's nothing mom, I got it!" Trudy called out. Tracy had a face full of tit when she tried to mumble, stifled..."Wudderyadoonineer?" Teresa sat on wet bedding as Trudy looked at her. Think Quick! Think Quick! Think Quick! Telepathically with their eyes.

Teresa, in just as much trouble as Trudy said: "Uh...Trudy was just showing me what the doctor did one time." "Yeah, because I'm growing up now." Trudy added. "It's a 'gunaculopy' exam." Teresa fumbled. Trudy frowned thinking 'that's close enough.' "A what kinda' exam?" Tracy asks. "It's not important...we're done anyway, unless you want one?" said Trudy.

"Naw, I'll watch TV." little Tracy inspired. "...and Mom's too busy to be bothered with this!" Trudy added. "Wow that was close!"she began. "Yeah, but that felt so...so great it woulda' been worth it!" Tracy sighed. "Ain't it the best dream ever!" Trudy had her. "We can do that anytime you want Teresa, I promise!" came the binding agreement. "In the bathroom? Like 'right' now?" Teresa proposed coyly to her 'mentor.

"You had that much fun, huh? I did too Teresa." Trudy giggled. She was pleased to say as she led her new 'secret sweetheart' into the main bathroom and locked the door.