LoveMummy

by Eva

(Author's note: although set in a parallel world where mature women are encouraged to be the lovers of little girls – and yes, I'd like to be there too – this is not science fiction. Just fictional fantasy for adults only.)

It was a warm and pleasant day as I sat on the middle of the three seats facing the swings in the playground. Straight in front of me a small girl – no more than five years old and with large blue eyes – was climbing on to a swing. Better still, the toddler was choosing to spread her legs through the two loops at the side of the swing, thus giving me the perfect view of the child's plastic knickers.

Though I have no child of my own, I recognised the type of knickers as Kitty Klears. After all, as a mature woman of forty-four I had seen many advertisements for them in magazines devoting themselves to adult female-small girl relationships: a pair of underpants specially made for little girls to show off their hairless slits to anyone who wanted to see. But as much as I like photographs of such things there is something extra special about seeing them worn in real life, and on such a pretty little girl too. I felt a surge of excitement in my pussy and wriggled a little to make myself more comfortable.

There was no doubt this little girl was very pretty with her gorgeous eyes and long blonde hair. The thought struck me she would make a perfect little lover but equally I imagined, with a twinge of sadness, that she was bound to have a mature lover – a LoveMummy – already. Most little girls it always seemed had some special adult already in their lives. But at least I could enjoy the view of this child and her small slit, pressed against the plastic. She had already begun swinging and I gazed at her sex, idly reaching between my legs to rub myself and dream...

Almost at once the little girl slowed her swinging and started to clamber out. "Damn" I thought. Perhaps her LoveMummy had told her not to show herself to older woman who rubbed their pussies in the park. I sighed, thinking as the child was clambering out of the swing, that it had been a short-lived pleasure. I really should be getting back to work I thought morosely, though I would much rather have stayed her for the whole afternoon and watching the little girls.

Still, there was always tomorrow and–

"'Scuse me," said the little girl who had been on the swing. "Were you rubbing 'cos of me." The little girl was standing in front of me, hands behind back, her big eyes on mine.

"Why, yes, honey. Of course I was." There was no point in being dishonest, I always believed. Plus I felt a small tremor of excitement swell in me at being so open with the child. "You looked so sweet on the swing and I just couldn't help myself."

The little girl grinned at me. "I like it when older ladies rub themselves in front of me," she said brightly. "I got my new knickers on today. Mummy bought them for me to wear at the park." Without any bidding from me the child hoisted her short dress up and showed me her knickers once more. Although she was standing with her legs together I could still see the very top of her small slit: that was one good thing about Kitty Klears: the makers knew what women like me wanted to see on a child.

I gazed at the view, my heart beating a little faster. "Yes, sweetheart. I noticed they were nice. Your mummy must think a lot of you to buy such pretty plastic knickers." I paused. "I'm Georgia. What's your name?"

"Sheryl," she said and then chortled, not dropping the hem. "But everyone calls me Cherry, isn't that funny?"

"Cherry, sweet enough to eat," I laughed and the child looked pleased.

"That's what my mummy says too."

"Does your mummy eat you?" I ventured. I was already feeling very warm towards this delightful child and was sure she wouldn't mind such a question, laden with sexual innuendo as it was.

Cherry got the point immediately, but her face fell. She even let go of her dress hem and it fell, hiding her plastic-coated charm. "No," the child said. "Mummy says I have to be eaten by a proper lover. She says it isn't mummy's job to do things like that."

My heart fluttered. Perhaps this little girl hadn't got a LoveMummy yet, and wasn't having sex at home too it seemed. I had read in "Cosmopolly" (or was it "Girl Loving?") that a lot of mothers declined to have sex with their daughters as they thought it should be an outsider who provided such an education. Of course many mothers did take advantage of their little daughters but there were as many who believed sex should be outside the home.

I felt sorry for Cherry looking so very sad. "Come on Cherry, cheer up." I stood and held my hand out for her. "Let me buy you an ice-cream." To my delight the little girl smiled and took my hand.

"Can I have chocolate on mine?" The little girl looked up at me, eyes shining.

---

Cherry's mother, Louise, opened the door, and beamed at me. Though she had darker hair she had the same blue eyes as her daughter and I could see where her daughter's cute nose came from.

The woman was dressed in jeans and a loose jumper. Even so I could make out the shape of her sizable breasts underneath and, were I more into older women, I might have found her attractive for sex. But as she had a beautiful daughter like Cherry there was no contest. "Hello," the mother said warmly, holding her hand out for me to shake. "You must be Georgia. Please come in. I've heard so much about you."

Just as I took the woman's hand Cherry came hurtling out of the living room and threw herself against me, arms wrapped round me and head almost buried in my skirt. "Georgia! You've come!" The child's voice was muffled where she buried her head in my skirt at crotch height. I put my other hand down and patted the little girl's head.

"Cherry," said her mother sternly. "Let Georgia into the house please."

Reluctantly the child disengaged from me but grinned up at me. "Hi," she said.

"Hi honey" I said. "I hope you are being a good girl for your mummy."

"I am! I am!" Little Cherry could hardly contain herself. She was almost hopping on the spot.

Louise gestured towards the lounge door. "Please come through and we can sit down. I am afraid my husband is out right now – business, even on a Saturday can you believe." She rolled her eyes at the mysteries of men and work. "He wanted to be here to meet you but that can wait I guess."

Cherry had entwined her little hand in mine and was tugging me towards the living room, but stopped pulling at a glare from her mother, who then said to me: "I'm sorry, Cherry is so excited. Has been all day." The mother looked apologetic as we made our way into the living room. "It's her first date and she is just soooo excited."

"It's okay, I understand," I said, and almost added: "So am I!"

"See, I have my new dress on." The little girl both did a twirl to show me her pink and white flowered dress and still held my hand, almost twisting my wrist as she did so. The short but wide skirt of the dress flared out. "An' I got new knickers too! Wanna see?"

"Cherry! You'll hurt Georgia like that, and keep your dress down. Georgia will see your knickers later I expect," remonstrated the mother. Then to me she said: "I hope she isn't giddy like this all the time today."

"She'll be fine," I smiled. "She's been very good whenever we met in the park. And she certainly likes ice cream," I laughed.

"Yes, with chocolate on," chuckled the girl as she sat next to me on the settee, squashed up against me. Suddenly the child began to try and climb on my lap.

"Cherry," admonished the girl's mother. "Sit still. You'll crease Georgia's skirt!"

Looking disappointed the girl slid off me. I smiled at Cherry. "It's okay, maybe later I'll take my skirt off and then you can sit on me then, how's that?"

"Cool," giggled the child.

Louise sat opposite me and Cherry in a big easy chair, but on the front edge as if rather tense. "Well, first of all, thankyou Georgia for taking Cherry out on a date. Like I say it's her first time and I think I am a bit worried she'll behave."

"She will be fine," I soothed. I put my arm round the child and pulled her in even closer, so Cherry's head was against my breast.

"We – that's Cherry's dad Ken and me – have wanted Cherry to have a mature lover for some time–" The woman stopped herself and blushed. "I'm sorry. I am assuming that this date will be the start of something more. You might just want to take her out today and, you know, see how it goes. See if you like her."

I shook my head and smiled. "Louise, I am very happy with Cherry and I know from all the times we met in the park and all the fun we had, that this afternoon will be a great success."

Louise looked reassured. Then she said: "I heard that first dates often are round four or five hours." She nodded towards a copy of a book on the coffee table in front of us, one of those parent self-help books, this one called "Preparing your Little Girl for Loving an Older Woman."

I'm not sure these self-help books really know as much as they pretend, but at least they provide some information for anxious parents, hoping their daughter would make a perfect little lover. I also knew, as I worked in publishing, that this particular book had been a top-seller for nearly a year – though I thought a rival, entitled "Open for Fun with A Brand New LoveMummy" would have made a better read. However that was their choice. "Yes, most first dates are that long because no one wants to tire the little angels out too quick." I paused. "So I would be okay keeping her until say, eight tonight?" It was two o'clock now so six hours would be fine, I reasoned.

"Oh yes," the woman looked relieved I was making a long date. Next to me Cherry chuckled and said "Great!"

"I'm sure you want to get on with your date," said the woman, "but may I ask a question or two?" I was prepared for this so I nodded and the woman continued: "I suppose it's rude to ask, but you have had a little lover (at this she blushed a little) before, haven't you?"

"Three," I said. "Nadia, Sondra and Sanyaro."

"And they are–"

"Gone," I said. "All of them were my little lovers for several years – Sanyaro until she was ten – but you know how it is with relationships: sometimes it's better to move on."

"Of course." Louise seemed to tense herself. "It's just that in the book I've been reading, it says some LoveMummys have more than one lover and perhaps–"

"Louise, please don't worry yourself," I countered. "I'm not one of those serial child-lovers. I don't have another little girl someplace else. Cherry is my sole interest. She's young, sweet and happy and perfect for me."

The little girl had put her hand on my left breast and almost seemed to be purring. "Georgia's mine," she said. "My very own LoveMummy!"

"Good, I'm glad." The mother lost the tension in her shoulders. "I was worried that Cherry might get pushed away. I mean, no mother wants to see her little girl rejected."

"Believe me I won't reject Cherry." I leaned down and kissed the top of the little girl's head. Cherry responded by snuggling in closer and trying to grip my breast, but as I have large boobs she couldn't close her small hand round it. Nonetheless I was delighted she tried.

"Cherry says you're, um, over 40," said Louise, watching her daughter trying to handle me, and clearly self-concious that she had raised the subject of my age.

"I'm 44. Turn 45 in October," I said as I had no problem with being honest.

"Yay! A birthday party!" grinned Cherry next to me as if she intended to be with me for a good few months yet.

Louise again looked relieved. "Oh good... I mean Ken and I are pleased about the fact you're mature. We talked about it and agreed we didn't want someone young and flighty."

I smiled. "No, I subscribe to the idea that the best LoveMummys are older, too. And ones with some experience."

"Yes", agreed the woman opposite me. "It's just that she has a lot to learn, I'm afraid. Some of her friends have had LoveMummy's since they were three. I'm afraid we haven't been that forward... It's just that we wanted to make sure."

"Of course," I began but Cherry interrupted me.

"Lisa Bell says she's had a LoveMummy since she was only two." The the girl frowned. "I don't like her though."

"Never mind about her," I said. "The main thing, poppet, is you have one now." I hugged the child again and felt her hand try to seize my breast again as I did so.

"Well, I don't suppose you want to spend your date with Cherry hanging around here talking to me," Louise stood but looked happy, quite untroubled at the sight of her daughter trying to feel my bust. "Tell me, what will you be doing?" She blushed a little at this. "Sorry, shouldn't pry."

I stood too and Cherry hopped up to stand next to me. "It's okay, Louise. It's not really a secret. I was planning to take Cherry to the mall, let her have a little look round, maybe an ice cream if she's good (at this I grinned down at the child) and then perhaps a film, but really it's just so we can spend quality time together."

"So you get to know each other better," Louise smiled.

"Yes, a whole lot better," I said.

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In my car outside her home I helped little Cherry fasten her seat belt, adjusting it so it was tight across her. She was sat in the front on a specially elevated seat so it was safe. As I tightened the seat belt Cherry sighed. "I like it when we do things, LoveMummy. I love it when you do things for me."

"I love it too, angel. In fact, I think I am going to love doing things for you a great deal. But," at this I looked serious and caught her eye. "That means doing things for me too. You see, sweetheart, it's about sharing. I love you because that's what LoveMummys do, and you love me back."

"'Kay LoveMummy." Cherry grinned.

"Poppet, listen to me. I have to be very serious here."

"Am I in trouble?" The little girl suddenly looked worried.

"Oh good heavens no." I gave Cherry a hug as best I could with her strapped in to her seat. "Not that at all. It's just is I have to make one thing very clear to you, about sharing and caring. Our way of sharing and caring."

Cherry nodded, but didn't look too sure.

"Angel, when we started talking in the park, after you showed me your knickers on the swing, remember that?" Cherry nodded happily. "Good, then you will remember I said we had to do things that bring us very close. That means talking and hugging and other things. Like kissing. Do you remember when I gave you that first kiss, near the ice cream van?"

"Yes! You said my lips were all cold!" Cherry chuckled. "An' they tasted of chocolate."

"They did," I smiled at my little girlfriend. "Well, now we are going to spend the afternoon together and we are going to be very close."

"Okay," said the child, not sure what I was getting at.

"Cherry, we will go to the mall, get you a big ice cream as I promised, but then we are going to my house."

Her face fell. "But you said we'd go the pictures. See a film."

"And we will, I promised that too. But the film is a special film I have at my house, about LoveMummys and their little girlfriends." At this Cherry brightened. "It's a special film and it will show you how close we can be."

"Can I sit on your lap while we watch it? Pleeease." Cherry was wriggling in excitement.

"Of course. Then we will have sex."

"Sex?" Once more Cherry's pretty face crumpled into a frown.

"Sex is when we do things for each other, when you do special things for me. It's like kissing and –"

"I like kissing you," beamed the child.

"Yes sweetheart, and I love kissing you. But sex is about kissing in other places. Special places to make me feel good."

Cherry pursed her lovely lips and nodded. "'Kay LoveMummy," she said. "If it makes you happy I'll do it."

"Oh believe me angel, it will make me a very, very happy LoveMummy." I started the engine. "Now we go to the shops for that big ice cream with extra chocolate and then to my house."

"And the film too," said Cherry happily. "And lots and lots of special kisses."

---

"I liked that film," Cherry said as she snuggled in close to me. As I had promised, she had been allowed to sit on my lap but I hadn't taken my skirt off. I didn't mind, as it would be coming off soon anyway. Cherry though was naked. As soon as we had got in I had explained to her that LoveMummy's always like their little girlfriends to be naked whenever possible and she happily allowed me to undress her.

For anyone who has never undressed a little girl they are going to make love to, they really don't know what they are missing. As I got her out of her dress and vest and knickers and socks, exposing that heavenly little body was a pleasure I can't describe. Little flat chest with tiny nipples, a small and hairless slit... so different to my large breasts, prominent nipples and very hairy twat.

But then LoveMummy's love contrast. My maturity and obvious femininity contrasting with the slender, almost sexless little body of the girl. True we both had pussies but mine was large and full-lipped, covered in hair: hers was a small and tight crease and smooth to touch... and kiss.

"I liked the way that little girl was kissing two bottoms," said Cherry as we watched the credits roll by. "The ladies liked it didn't they, Georgia?"

"Yes, honey. Ladies really do like it when little girls kiss their bottoms."

"Looked like a lot of fun," Cherry grinned up at me. As she spoke she wormed her hand into my blouse for the umpteenth time and tried to fondle my breasts through my bra. I leaned forward slightly so she could get a better grip. I knew she was looking for my nipple, which was hard and should have been easy to find. Then I realised that she was trying to get her hand in the bra cup.

I know not everyone agrees, but I like a little girl's hand inside my underwear, either at my bust or my lower end. There is something quite sensuous about the way they work and worm in and try to find a way to please you. For someone who hadn't had much experience at fondling a LoveMummy, Cherry was doing an excellent job.

I leaned down and kissed the child. We had kissed quite a few times during the film, though the action on the screen tended to demand that the kisses were short. Now we had the opportunity to really get down to some serious snogging. I opened my mouth and Cherry did the same. I felt her small tongue push into my mouth and I let it come, then I fenced back, pushing my much larger tongue into her mouth. I heard Cherry make a little groan: my tongue had pushed her tongue back and was filling her mouth. She began to try and suck on it. I could hear her gurgling with excitement and I felt my own sex begin to pulse. I imagined little Cherry's would and perhaps, as she was naked on my lap, there might be a little stain of her pussy juices on my lap.

In which case I would treasure this skirt for a long time to come.

I pushed my tongue deeper, trying to reach the back of her throat. I didn't want her to choke her but I did want Cherry to feel me filling her. To my delight the girl didn't pull back, instead trying to widen her mouth more. I licked at her mouth, her tongue, even withdrawing to lick her little teeth. Then I tongue-fucked her mouth, a steady rhythmic push and withdraw motion that had her purring. She probably didn't know we call it a tongue-fuck but her natural child-lover instincts told her it was good.

To her credit Cherry wasn't sitting like some doll just being used. Her hand had found its way into my bra and she had located my nipple. It wasn't easy for (my tits fill my bra cups) but she was trying to pinch at my nipple. I had taught her that in the park, usually with one hand as she lapped at her ice cream in the other. She hadn't forgotten how important it was to play with a LoveMummy's nipples.

Without a word I scooped the child up and without breaking the kiss (or her letting go of my hard nipple) I began to carry the pretty mite upstairs. She did break they kiss to whisper "Oooh, Georgia," smile at me and resume our kissing. In the bedroom I sat Cherry carefully on the edge of the bed, pulling away from her and easing her hand out of my bra.

"Now sweetheart, I want you to sit quite still and watch me while I entertain you. Okay?" The little girl nodded, wide-eyed with wonder. I gave her a little kiss, resisting the temptation to plunge my tongue in again or let hers into my mouth, and stood back.

Slowly, gently swaying my hips, I began to unbutton my pale cream blouse, gradually revealing my full cup bra and large bust. I wanted to do a strip-tease for my new little lover and as we hadn't spent much time at the mall and the film wasn't very long, we had plenty of time. As my blouse came open little Cherry even clapped in delight, aware this was a very special show just for her.

Next I turned so she could watch me pop my skirt button open and ease down the zip. My grey and yellow dog-tooth skirt slid down my hips, revealing my white waist slip and I seductively wiggled my rear at my little audience. I turned back, pleased to see Cherry was grinning, and slowly drew my slip down my legs. Now I may be in my mid-forties but I still have one hell of a good figure: I heard little Cherry chuckle as my full hips, knickers and suspender belt came in view. Of course, not every mature female likes stockings, but I do. I love the feel of fresh air round the tops of my legs, the tautness of the suspenders themselves – and a good pair of stockings feels like nothing else.

Cherry knew I preferred wearing stockings: I had allowed the little angel to peek up my skirt at the park a couple of times and she knew I wore "Spenders" as she called them. Today my suspender belt was black, to show through the white lace of my knickers and as my legs came clear of the slip I did a little twirl so she could see my big round bottom. See it tremble pleasingly.

"You look like that lady in the film," chortled Cherry, and in a way I did. One of the women who was using the little girl had worn a somewhat heavy open-bottom type girdle with her stockings and Cherry had even commented on it, though being open bottomed it hadn't stopped the star of the film, five year old Hermione Potter, using her mouth on the woman's cunt and bumhole.

I turned and deliberately bent over, running my hands on my legs as if smoothing my nylons, and presenting my rear to Cherry. She made a sound of approval as my hairy twat peeked at her through the lace mesh of my knickers.

I swayed my body to continue my routine. I had planned this carefully, so I was gyrating to some imaginary music, and running my hands down my body, over my breasts and my waist, down my hips and across my thighs. I even did a little squat so that my legs were spread wide. I grinned and said: "Shame I'm not wearing Kitty Klears today."

Cherry was grinning like a cat with two bowls of cream. She couldn't take her eyes off me and slowly I reached for my bust, massaging my heavy tits and making my hard nipples even more prominent. I stood and did a 360-degree slow turn so she could take in the sight, and then I reached between my breasts and slowly unhooked my front-fastening bra, popping each hook and eye open with deliberate exaggeration.

Slowly, I peeled one bra cup back to give Cherry a glimpse of part of my naked breast and then closed it again. The little darling even made a groaning noise at being teased like this. I repeated it a few times more, alternating revealing the other boob and then I let the bra finally come free – but not before I had turned my back. I slid the bra off my shoulders, slowly and deliberately, one shoulder strap at a time. I grinned over my shoulder at my darling little lover where she sat on the edge of the bed, feet dangling, and tossed Cherry my bra. She caught it with a little laugh. I put my arms up, wiggled my body so from the back she could see the sides of trembling boobs. Only then did I turn.

But in true stripper fashion I had my arms across my chest. Not easy with a big bust but the poor child could hardly see my boobs. Cherry made another sweet little groaning noise. I don't think she was especially excited by seeing my tits but she knew she was being teased. She chortled in glee as I slid my arms back so only my hands were on my breasts ad then, tantalisingly, I moved my hands so only the forefinger and middle finger of each hand covered my nipples. Only then did I reveal myself, and dear little Cherry applauded.

At this point it wad time for my little lover to get a close up view. I sauntered over to the bedside, aware that the child's eyes were locked on my erect nipples and thrust my hip towards her. "Now, honey, you will unfasten my suspenders for me."

Poor little Cherry started to lift her hands but looked lost. "Please LoveMummy... I don't know how to undo them."

I smiled. "Let me show you one and you can do the rest." Slowly, right in front of her face, I unclipped one of the front snaps. The five year old girl nodded and tackled the other front one, her face a picture of concentration. It wasn't easy for her but she persisted and suddenly it came free. With a chuckle she reached for the ones at the back (I turned to help her) and soon had them undone. "Now poppet, I am going to step back and roll my stockings down my legs."

I stepped away to remove them, reminding her that I didn't want her jumping off the bed. With my suspenders dangling free I resumed my stripping, slowly putting my thumbs in the waistband of my knickers and easing them over my hips. Where Cherry's eyes had been locked on my heavy, swaying breasts and large nipples they were now very much on my hips, waiting to see what I would reveal. Naturally, like a good stripper, I turned to show my bottom.

I have always been proud of my well-rounded backside and yes, I am one of those women who thinks little girls should worship a woman's rear. A child's tongue should always seek out that deep divide between the cheeks, always search for the small tight entrance to the cave of delights. The chocolate cave, some call it.

Cherry was transfixed as my knickers slowly came down my bum. At crotch height I stopped, hauled them up, turned around and couldn't help but see the look of disappointment on Cherry's beautiful face. Now I unfastened my suspender belt and tossed it aside before resuming easing my knickers down, but not before gyrating my hips towards the girl a little more.

"Please," whimpered Cherry, really wanting to see my twat fully for the first time. I pulled my knickers back up and confronted the child. Her little face fell as I said "I'm not going to take my knickers off." But I was teasing her, because I added: "You're going to take them off for me."

Little Cherry gurgled in delight and without delay reached up for the waistband of my pants. I could tell she was shaking a little but she soon had my knickers slid down my hips and thighs, and she almost cheered when my hairy pussy with its puffy, slightly moist lips showing through came into full sight. "What do you think, angel?" I asked as she dragged my knickers down. "Like to see my pussy?"

"Oh yes!" cried the child. "It's lovely, just like I wanted it to be."

I kicked my knickers away and told my little lover to put her hand on my twat. I even used that word but Cherry knew what I meant, grinning as she reached up. "Both hands," I said as I figured handling me would require both her hands.

To my delight Cherry not only brought both hands up to my slit but also, as I spread my legs to make it easier for her, leaned her face in to drink the rich aroma of my sex. "Mmmm," she said as she nestled her nose into the forest of hair.

"Kiss me please darling," I breathed. And she did. Unhesitatingly Cherry slipped her tongue out and stretched it into the soft, hot folds of my sex. Of course I have been kissed by little girls there before, but never one as young or as gorgeous as Cherry. Not only did I nearly swoon away but I'm not sure how I didn't cum then and there.

Very, very reluctantly I eased little Cherry's head away from the forest of my hairs and asking her to keep her tongue out I leant down and took it in my mouth, sucking the full, rich taste of my twat from her. It was a particularly sensuous kiss and she was making some small, pleasing whimpering noises as I sucked and kissed her at the same time. Better still, I could smell me on her darling face and I drank in the aroma of my arosual. As I eased my lips away from hers I whispered: "I love you, Cherry."

My wonderful little lover whispered back: "An' I love you LoveMummy."

At which point I plunged back into a wanton french kiss, reaming her little mouth with my tongue and almost forcing it to the back of her throat. As I did so, Cherry brought her hands up and found my nipples. I have to say if anyone doubted if this child was born to love a mature woman all they had to do would be to witness this, or better still experience her eager little kiss and the way her fingers gently pinched and squeezed my hard nipples, teasing them out and away from my heavy boobs.

"Oh, Cherry," I moaned as I broke the kiss, feeling a dozen delights flicker through me. "Whoever taught you to do that?"

"No-one. Jus' seem the right thing to do," she whispered back, but her voice had an edge of uncertainty. "D-don't you like it?"

"Oh angel... I love it. Don't stop," I sighed as I resumed the kissing. Cherry, as a good little girl should, redoubled her efforts to tenderly and lovingly torture my nipples. I think at that moment I had never loved a little girl as much, or ever would, as I did Cherry. Some women who take small girls as their lovers sometimes say that it can be hard work... even unrewarding as the little ones don't really know how to love. Especially, they claim, the younger they are inhibits sex. But Cherry would never have fallen into that category. Already she was giving as much love back as she received and I knew it was going to get better.

I have no idea how long we kissed but my nipples were rock hard and getting sore. I had eased myself down on to the bed alongside my darling and we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. As our lips parted briefly (almost as if to renew the pleasure of touching lips again) Cherry whispered a question. "LoveMummy, can I put my hand in your thingy?"

I nodded and eased myself up so the little girl could reach my pussy. Cherry's hand may have been small but it made a perfect fist for my sopping wet sex. There was a pleasant, erotic slurping sound as her balled fist slid into me and as I looked down between the valley of my breasts and the swell of my belly I saw little Cherry's thin arm start to disappear into me. I gasped and the sweet child looked alarmed, but she was reassured as I smiled at her. "It's just so lovely," I managed to say and as the little girl grinned she pushed her hand in deeper. "Please angel," I said. "Rub my clit for me as you do that."

Cherry for all her adventurous ways didn't know quite what I meant, so I showed her how to use her free hand to rub the hard nub of my clitoris, while still keeping her fist in me. In a few moments I had shown her how to piston her fist in and out of me and within a matter of minutes of being teased and fisted I came with a shout. I have to admit I shouted loudly enough to scare Cherry and clutched the bedhead and moaned.

The child yanked her fist out of me and stared up. "I'm sorry, LoveMummy, please don't shout at me."

Overcome with the effects of one of the best orgasms I'd ever had I clutched the child to me, burying her head between my breasts. "Oh it's okay, sweetheart. A lot of LoveMummys shout out when they come... It's a sign of how much they enjoyed it. Oh, and I really did enjoy it. You were great."

Cherry looked reassured as I smiled and kissed her head. "My hand 'n' arm's all wet," she said and showed me. It was glistening with my secretions, and even had little gobs of cum on it.

"That's very good," I reassured the child. "Now you must lick it off." Cherry did and then, at my direction, licked my pleasantly sore vagina and lips, almost burying her face into me. Had I not been so cautious I could cheerfully have forced her face so deep into my twat that she probably couldn't breathe. However I lay back and let the sensations of that perfect little tongue and eager mouth wash over me.

"We're like the ladies in that film," said Cherry after a few moments of diligent lapping. "You know, pussy kissing."

"Pussy kissing... yes," I breathed, clutching my lover's hair in case she decided to stop before I was ready to. "No one licks pussy like you angel," I added. Cherry just chuckled as she licked and probed with her hot, wet tongue, sending me spiraling towards another orgasm. This time, she wasn't so alarmed at my shout and indeed even commented that it was little louder than the first one, so she must be doing good.

"Better than good," I sighed as the angel set about licking any more of my cream from my pussy lips and thick matt of hair.

I think I could have lain there all day, letting her lick and fist me alternately, but I knew LoveMummy's have to be teachers. I had to teach her to do more to me. With a sigh I held her away from me and studied her gorgeous little face.

"Aren't I doing it properly, LoveMummy?" I could understand her distress.

"You are perfect Cherry, but it is time for something more you can do for me."

Cherry grinned and nodded, even when I said it wouldn't be easy at first. I told her what I wanted and she nodded throughout. I gave her a little kiss and then rolled on to my front, legs apart. As per my instructions Cherry positioned herself behind my big bottom, eased open my cheeks and put her face into that exciting valley, tongue at the ready. It is often hard for a little girl to lick a bum for the first time but bravely my Cherry did it, pushing that gorgeous tongue against the tight rose of my anus.

I relaxed and let the delicious sensation wash over me, enjoying the unparalleled joy of a child's tongue nuzzling my anal ring, then as I relaxed the muscle opened slightly. Without any encouragement Cherry began to work her tongue into the larger opening. I groaned in pure delight. "Oh, Cherry," I gasped. "Please do more – you're perfect!"

Cherry did more, probing and lapping at my rear hole and as her tongue began to slide into that tight opening, I enjoyed it so much and gave myself over to so much pleasure that I farted. Right in little Cherry's pretty face. The poor angel blanched at the sudden blast, but as I twisted to look over my shoulder, I could she was grinning. "That's naughty, LoveMummy," she chuckled. "An' it smells." The little one wrinkled her cute nose.

"You know, angel, farts are natural. You ever trumped?"

"Course I have," she said a little indignantly.

"Okay, well, why don't you carry on licking my bottom hole and I'll try not to trump again." I wasn't sure I could avoid it, getting excited. But somehow I managed not to let another fart slip, and I was lost in the depths of a pleasure I cannot begin to describe. It also helped that I got my hand under me and started to rub my clit but Cherry was aware of the moment of my hips and hand.

"LoveMummy!" She objected, breaking off her tongue work. "Can't I do that?"

"Honey, of course you can, but you're holding my bum cheeks apart." At that moment I had an idea. "But if I hold them apart you can put your fist in my pussy and use your other hand to play with my clit."

"Yay!" Cherry laughed and that was what we did, me holding my hefty cheeks aside and her both fisting me and teasing my clit as she poked her tongue in and out of my bumhole. In fact it was a wonderful position as I could get the leverage to really spread my arse open and she was pretty good at seeing to my twat while she licked and rimmed and probed.

Needless to say I soon came again and lay there almost sobbing with joy. We rested for a while, curled up as lovers do on the bed, and then I told Cherry it was my turn to nibble her.

She shot another of her alarmed looks at me but I reassured her. "A very nice nibble," I explained. "Right on your bottom hole."

Cherry lay as I had done, giggling as I spread her bum cheeks and snorted in delight as my tongue worked against her small, tight brown hole. In a few moments I had slipped the tip of my tongue into her anus and was lapping at it as if it was the most delicious thing ever, and I was aware she was doing what I did and was starting to rub herself with her hand. "LoveMummy," she gasped as I worked my tongue in that little deeper. "Will you always do this to me?"

"Uh huh," I grunted, not wanting to stop my assault on her back hole.

"An' will you let me do it to you?"

Another grunt of agreement from me.

"An'... LoveMummy, please... I'm sorry," she moaned, her own little orgasm approaching. Right then she did what I had done, and she gave a sharp whimper of satisfaction.

Just a little fart squeezing past my tongue, and I drank in the aroma as I carried on, my own arousal mounting. My own sweet Cherry farting in my face, and I knew then more than anything we were meant to be together. Whatever I did, she would do. And I had lots of ideas how we could make and share love.

Better still, Cherry came with a cute little moan just as I got most of my tongue in her arse. We still had two hours to go on this date and my own pussy and bumhole would require at least one more longer and more serious biting before Cherry went home.

Above all I knew I was going to be very happy indeed eating my sweet little Cherry.

The end