| Awakenings Karen awoke alone in the bed. Her young mind recalled the events of last night (see Curious 1 thru 3). Her tiny hand slipped down—between her legs. She could feel the dried traces of her first orgasm. "Ahh, you're awake!" Karen opened her eyes to see Mrs. Fletcher standing there—in a robe—holding a tray. As Mrs. Fletcher set the tray down Karen could clearly see her breasts. Karen accepted the piece of toast and munched slowly. She listened to Mrs. Fletcher's words. "Karen. Perhaps we should have a talk." Karen ate and lay still. "You see sweetheart. Mommy has always wanted a little girl—like you!", she tweaked Karen's nose. Karen giggled. "What you and mommy did last night was very, very special. But it's very important to remember our 'pinky swear'. Understand?" Karen nodded. "And, she continued, "as girls grow up—they begin to enjoy certain feelings. Like the ones you felt last night." Karen felt a little embarrased—she still did not fully understand. "I—I am sorry—if I—you know—peepeed.", she said softly. Mrs. Fletcher hugged her tightly. "Ohh sweetheart. THAT wasn't pee pee." "It—it wasn't?" "No dear. You had a cummy. A wonderful, warm cummy." She smoothed Karen's hair from her face. "Did you like your cummy darling?" "I—I guess so—", Karen murmured—uncertainly. "Do—do ALL girls have—you know—'cummies'?" Mrs. Fletcher smiled. "Only the ones that are really ready do." "Did—did YOU have a cummy too Mrs. (catching her self)—I mean—'Mommy'?" Mrs. Fletcher (aka Mommy) kissed Karen's forehead. "No dear—Mommy wanted that to be YOUR special moment." She gazed into Karen's blue eyes deeply. "Would you like Mommy to have a cummy sweetheart?" Karen found herself nodding—though not sure why. Mommy kissed her face tenderly. "Would you like to help Mommy have a cummy sweetheart?" Karen simply nodded again. She watched as Mrs. Fletcher stood and set the tray on the end table. Mommy dropped her robe and a slight gasp escaped Karen's mouth as she saw Mrs. Fletcher standing naked. The woman crawled onto the bed and set the pillows against the headboard—then leaned back against them. Her legs parted as she motioned for Karen to move closer. Karen leaned closer. She could clearly see everything about Mrs. Fletcher's 'baby place'. Karen followed her instructions to the letter. Licking. Suckling. Seeking. The thick, rich squirt of her pretend mommy's orgasm filled her mouth with delicious cream. Karen's mouth even moved lower. Her tongue felt the rubbery entrance as her little nose pressed between the folds. It tasted almost musky. But not bad. Mrs. Fletcher seemed to be rubbing a swollen bump on Karen's nose. The second, stronger squirt coated Karen's face. Karen found herself enjoy things with Mrs. Fletcher more and more. They would go on to explore many things together. But sadly, all good things end. The Fletchers moved away. For several weeks Karen had no one to play with. Leaving her feeling lonely and sad. Time passed. The Fletcher's house had been rented a few more times. But no one as wonderful ever seemed to move in. Not until Miss Jones and her 13-year-old daughter. (Sorry for taking so long. Creativity seemed to escape me. But the things Miss Jones and her daughter would teach Karen will be better. Happy New Year! Karen) |