Tracy

by GoodLittleKaren

Claire found that she was thinking alot differently after her beach encounter. Though she never really considered herself in that way, she could not help but view young girls in a new way. Several months later, she had to make a trip to the city. There was going to be a large book faire and she had hoped to find more volumes for her shop.

It would be a weekend event, so she booked a room at a reasonable motel. On Saturday morning she was sitting at a table, outside at a coffee shop. She was people watching. Across the street she noticed a young girl making her way through the crowd. The girl appeared to be, perhaps 10 or 11 years old. She had very thick, black hair and pale skin. She was wearing jeans, a tee shirt and tennis shoes. Over the girl's shoulder hung a tattered backpack. "Delightful!" Claire thought. The girl made her way down the street and Claire dismissed her from her mind. She was almost finished with her coffee when she saw the same girl walking down her side of the street. Claire could not see that the girl was very dirty and disheveled looking. Almost forlorn. There was only one other person sitting on the outside patio. A man sipping coffee and reading a newspaper.

The young girl walked very close by Claire.

"Hello!" Claire said. The girl looked a little startled, but smiled back. Claire could see the girl's dark, deep brown eyes now.

"Why so sad?" Claire asked.

"Oh," the girl replied. "It’s nothing. Really." Claire then heard the girl's stomach make a low rumble.

"Excuse me for asking" Claire said. "But when was the last time you ate?" The girl told her it had been about a day. Claire's heart went out to this child. "Listen" she told the girl. "I know you don't know me or anything but you seem very hungry." The girl studied the tables around Claire. Claire could tell she was searching the leftovers from people that had eaten.

"Come here sweetheart." Claire offered. "Let me buy you something better than scraps!"

"Really???" the girl replied, almost surprised. Claire pulled one chair out and motioned for the girl to sit. A waitress had come out and was cleaning off the table next to them.

"Excuse me." Claire said. "Could we have a menu please?" The waitress eyed Claire and then the girl. Claire saw her brow bend a little as she surveyed the tattered little girl. "Is there a problem??" Claire said to her sternly. The waitress shook her head 'no' and went to get the menu, bringing it back to Claire.

"Order anything you wish dear!" Claire told the girl. "My treat!" The waitress finished cleaning the tables and returned to take the order. The girl hesitated and asked for some toast and a cup of juice.

"Nonsense!" Claire said. "You need proper food. She'll have the mushroom omelet and a side of fruit. Oh..." Claire added, "and a very large milk!" The waitress seemed to 'huff' but walked away with the order.

"What's your name honey?" Claire asked.

"Tracy, ma'am." the girl answered. Claire chuckled..."Tracy ma'am!" that's an odd name!" The girl seemed embarrassed. Claire put her hand over the girl's. "I was making a joke dear. “Well” she continued, “my name is Claire.” Tracy seemed to relax. “How old are you Tracy?”

“9 ½” Tracy answered. The food came and Claire watched the girl devour everything. They chatted more and Claire found out that Tracy was pretty much abandoned by her mother. Her mother was a prostitute and had gotten pregnant. However, she would not keep Tracy and left her at the steps of a convent. Tracy told Claire of how some funny things would happen there. Late in the night when everyone should be sleeping.

“What kinds of things?” Claire asked. Innocently, Tracy described how one or two of the nuns would wake up some of the girls and take them away from the dorm.

“Did they ever wake you up Tracy?” Claire asked.

“Uh huh!” the girl replied.

“What would happen, she asked. “You know, when they woke you?”

“We would go to their sleeping rooms sometimes.” Tracy said.

Claire’s mind was a blur with images as the young girl described how the nuns would undress them and, as she put it ‘kiss the girls everywhere’.

“Did you WANT to do that?” Claire asked. She could feel herself beginning to moisten.

“I don’t know.” Tracy said. “They seemed kinda nice and it never hurt or anything.”

Tracy told Claire how one day, a lot of people came there. There was a lot of yelling and Tracy got scared and hid. When it got quiet, she came out and everyone seemed to be gone. So she went out walking.

“And now”, Claire said. “You don’t have any place to go?” Tracy nodded and finished her meal. Claire looked deep into Tracy’s eyes. She took Tracy’s small hand in hers and said, “Baby! Would you like to come and stay with me?” As if it were a perfectly natural thing, Tracy nodded and said “Okay!” Claire decided, in her mind to forget the book faire. The remainder of the morning was spent shopping. Together they went, from store to store until they had purchased many new clothes for Tracy to wear. They simply looked like a mother and daughter to everyone. Arriving back at the motel, Claire had Tracy sort out the clothes on the bed as she ran a bath. Claire’s mind was racing at the thought of having such a pretty girl all to herself. She knew that no one would miss Tracy.

“The bath is ready Tracy!” she said. Claire had her back turned to the door. When she looked around Tracy was standing, naked in the doorway. Claire was almost speechless as she gazed at Tracy. Her tiny body was so white and smooth looking. Her thick, black hair cloaked the tiny shoulders. At 9 ½, her tiny chest was merely bumps, adorned with two slightly puffy nipples that almost blended into the white skin. Between her legs was a hairless crease, tightly hiding the treasure within. When Claire did find words, they came with soft breaths.

“Would”, she asked, “would you like to have a bath alone? Or would you like some help washing?” Tracy said that she wouldn’t mind having help. Claire’s hands were shaking as she assisted Tracy into the tub and had her sit. Tracy played with the soap bars as Claire washed and scrubbed her. There was no sign of resistance as Claire’s hands bathed and caressed everywhere. Claire washed and conditioned Tracy’s hair. Finished, she pulled the drain plug and had Tracy stand up. Claire took one of the largest towels and began drying Tracy. Her eyes were admiring every part of the little girl. Everything from her tiny chest, her precious slit and finally, to her sweet, bubble bottom.

Claire wrapped Tracy in another towel and took her to the bed. She switched on the TV and told Tracy she was going to have a shower. Tracy focused on the TV as Claire undressed. Occasionally those big, brown eyes would glance at Claire. Claire washed quickly, though her hands could not help but to tease her own pussy. When she finished, she walked out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel. Tracy was watching the cartoons and munching on some snacks they bought. She was laying on her stomach with the towel just lying over her. Claire slipped on the bed beside her and smoothed the, still damp hair from Tracy’s face.

“Tracy.” She said softly. “I can’t help but keep thinking of what you said about the things with the nuns.” Tracy looked at her briefly and then, back to the TV. “I’d like to understand it better.” Claire said, her hand drifting over the tiny shoulders. Tracy didn’t seem too reluctant and looked to Claire. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well”, Claire said softly. “I’d like to learn more about the things they actually did. You know, with you.” Tracy turned a little on her side and looked to Claire.

“They just sort of kissed me” she said. “And..., hesitatingly, “they...you know....licked me.” There was a way Tracy said this, as if it were all perfectly normal. Claire’s hand slipped further down Tracy’s arm, gently pushing the towel away.

“And did they kiss and lick you everywhere?” Claire asked, her voice quivering.

“Uh huh”, Tracy replied. Once again the images filled Claire’s mind.

“That didn’t bother you sweetheart?” she asked softly.

“Not really.” Tracy said. “Sometimes it felt kind of, you know, nice.” Now, Claire’s hand had completely pushed the towel away. She gazed at the beauty of Tracy’s little body.

“Tracy”, Claire said quietly, “I’d like to understand better. Would it be okay if I tried to do some of those things and you could tell me if I am doing like the nuns did?” Claire was a little stunned when Tracy replied, “Okay.”

“And you promise to tell me if I am doing it wrong, or different, okay?” Tracy nodded and Claire had her slip up further on the bed, her head on the pillows. She took the TV remote and raised the volume a little more. Then she slipped up beside Tracy, letting her own towel fall away. Her fingers traced the contours of Tracy’s face. “Did they do this?” she asked and leaned in and kissed the soft, pouty lips.

“Uh huh” was all Tracy said.

“And like this?” Claire’s fingers circled the girl’s soft nipples. She moved lower and gently kissed each one, letting her tongue glide around the tiny puffs.

Tracy moaned very softly and said, “Uh huh.” Claire’s hand drifted down, her mouth following closely. Her fingers slid along the soft slit as she repositioned herself lower. Tracy’s crease was warm and pretty. Claire used her fingers to part the crease and tenderly kissed the hidden folds within. Uttering a soft moan, Tracy’s legs parted. “Oh yes. Like that!”” she purred, as Claire’s tongue toyed with the tender labia. Claire felt Tracy’s body responding. Moisture was beginning to secreet. Claire used her fingers to expose the tiny bud, hidden at the top of Tracy’s little cunny. She felt Tracy’s body tremble as her tongue pressed and then suckled it into her lips. Claire sucked the soft pearl and carefully eased a finger into Tracy’s blossoming folds. She felt Tracy stiffening.

“Uh, she murmured, “they....they didn’t do THAT!” Claire’s finger met the barrier within and knew the nuns had not spoiled Tracy’s hymen.

Removing her lips from Tracy’s tiny, newly swelling clitoris she said “Shhhh baby. It’s something new. Okay? I won’t hurt you darling!” Claire leaned in again and drew the clitoris into her lips again. She heard Tracy murmur her agreement. Claire felt the membrane cling her finger as she gently eased it in and then out. Slowly, back and forth she probed. Her lips held the tiny nubbin firmly as her tongue toyed with it. She could feel Tracy’s hips moving to the rhythm of her finger. She could tell from the bed’s movement, that Tracy was gripping the blankets tightly in her small hands.

Claire felt Tracy’s body shudder and she emitted a low, soft moan. And then....

A thick, rich fluid filled Claire’s mouth. She felt Tracy’s pussy contracting, as a second burst squirted, more strongly than the first. Claire’s finger eased in and out. It felt as if Tracy would never let it go as her third and final squirt filled Claire’s mouth with the sweet fluid.

Claire really didn’t want to stop, but she could feel Tracy’s body shaking. Between her slurps, she could hear the little girl’s sobs. Claire very carefully eased her finger out. With her mouth still filled with Tracy’s cum, she moved up and kissed the little girl. As her tongue parted Tracy’s lips, she spit only a small amount in and swallowed the remainder. She could see Tracy’s face streaked with tears, though she didn’t look hurt in any way. She saw the little girl’s mouth closed and her throat moving. Claire knew she was swallowing her own cum.

When Tracy’s eyes opened, Claire could see the wonder in them. She wrapped her arm under Tracy and drew her close, kissing her face. Claire tasted the saline mixed with a slight flavor of sweat. In the drone of the TV they talked about orgasms and pleasure. Tracy said that she had always felt embarrassed about squirting. Claire assured her that anything and everything that came out of her body was wonderful.

They would make love repeatedly that night. Claire would give Tracy tender instructions on how to lick and suckle, as she had done. And about how, to finger and swallow and share the ‘love cream’ by kissing. The next morning Claire could barely hold the pen as they checked out. She was so wrapped up with Tracy and thoughts of the night they had that she didn’t even notice the smile of the clerk. But she did, briefly notice as they walked into the lobby, that the clerk was a very pretty redhead, perhaps in her early 20’s.

It would be two days later that the doorbell would interrupt the afternoon’s love making with Tracy. Frustrated and reluctantly, Claire put on a robe and opened the door. There before her, stood a redheaded girl. Claire didn’t know her at first. In the girl’s hand was a brown envelope.

“May I help you?” Claire asked.

“If its okay, the girl said smiling, “could we talk inside?” Claire tried to object, but when the girl said “You should see this!” motioning to the envelope. Tracy came from the bedroom in a robe also.

“Hello Angel!” the girl said to Tracy. She gave Claire the envelope and Claire saw it contained a DVD.

“What’s this??” she asked. “Just play it honey!” the girl smiled, her eyes twinkling at Tracy. Claire played the DVD and was stunned to find that it was a very well edited version of her and Tracy at the motel. Everything was shown. From the moment they first entered the room to the bathing and finally the love making. It was complete with sound and was obviously taken by several hidden cameras.

“What....” Claire stammered, “What do you want?”

“Only THIS!” the girl said, slipping her hand between Claire’s legs. “And”, she added, “Perhaps some of THAT!” pointing to Tracy. The girl introduced herself as Lucy.

Claire would never regret her decision that fateful day.

(I humbly apologize for the length of this story, though I hope it’s well received.)