The Safe House, Chapter One

by LesLuv

Carole pressed the play button and watched the video clip again. The girl, not much older than herself, was sitting in front of a monitor, just like she was, and she was pushing a pen into her cunt, in and out, in and out, faster and faster until she gave a moan and collapsed on the chair.

Carole had tried that, but she didn't feel very much, just a tiny bit sore inside, nothing like the girl seemed to be feeling. She closed her eyes, trying to remember exactly what the girl had done, and suddenly realised that it was not a pen at all, but a marker, much bigger than the little ballpoint she had got from the drawer. She went to the kitchen and looked again, finding a black marker pen that had the top missing. That didn't matter, because it was the other end she had used, so she went back in to the room and tried again.

This one wouldn't go in at all, even though she tried pushing it, but then it got quite painful. Not willing to give up, because if the girl in the clip could do it, so could she, she began to watch again. This time she saw that right at the beginning she rubbed some stuff on the end before she pushed it in, and it took another try watching before she saw a tube of stuff on the table next to her. It was marked KY jelly, and Carole knew exactly where some of that was.

This time she went into her mother's bedroom and opened the bottom drawer in the dressing table and rummaged around until she found it. It was easy to rub onto the pen, and then much easier to get the pen started into her cunnie.

And this time she gave a squeal, almost a scream. It hurt, but only for a moment, then it felt huge, but it was victory so she began to slide it carefully in and out, just like in the clip. Her poor cunnie seemed to be stretching more than it could, and she felt her eyes bug out before a strange feeling began in her tummy. It was a shake, a hot tremor, so she pushed faster as the girl had done, but then it died away and her arm got tired, so she stopped.

The pen slowly emerged, all by itself, and she was almost ready to give up, but then was really determined to find out what it was, because she had watched her mother watching it as she did something with her fingers between her legs, until she too had moaned and collapsed onto the couch. She might not have very long to try, either, because her mother had only gone to visit a neighbour, and she might not have a chance for a long time after this.

Again she watched the clip, noticing that the girl's fingers on her other hand had been moving around in little circles at the top of her cunnie as she pushed the pen inside herself. Maybe that made a difference, she thought, so once more she put some jelly on the end of the pen and carefully pushed it in. It was easier this time, smooth and slippery, and as she began to pull it out and in she began to rub the same spot that she'd seen the girl do.

This time it was different. A kind of buzz started between her legs and grew stronger, so she used the pen and her fingers faster and faster. Then her heart began to race, her legs got all shaky, and she could not help making little breath sounds before they became a long, long sigh, and she began to feel so wonderful, so warm, and so happy. She smiled. No wonder her mother did it. And that girl. She was going to do it again pretty soon. It was the best feeling.

Carole was four.

She turned off the computer and replaced the jelly before lying on her bed. She was still tingling, and when she put her hand inside her panties her cunt felt wet and swollen. It was aching a bit too, but touching it was so good she didn't care about the ache, she just rubbed again and felt the same jolt of excitement.

She was rubbing faster when she heard the front door open, so she quickly stopped and pulled up her pants and jeans. She had found out, and it was so good.

She was still smiling when her mother came in and said, "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing. Can we have tea now?"

Over their meal her mother told her that next week Mrs Lange would be coming to spend a couple of nights to look after her, because Mummy had to go to a meeting a long way away. Carole liked Mrs Lange because she didn't make her do the boring things like sweeping and tidying, and she did let her help with cooking. She was also very cuddly, which her mother was not. And she knew how to tell a good story and kiss her goodnight properly.

She rubbed the spot again that night, but it wasn't the same without the marker, so she decided to wait till she could get it the next day, which proved impossible. She could not think of a good reason to take it – she knew she'd been punished for drawing on the walls when she was two – so she went to bed that night as miss junior frustration. She lay there, wondering what she could use instead, and then laughed at herself. She had the most obvious thing already. Her finger. It wasn't long enough, but it did. And she did too. It was just the best feeling she'd ever had. Twice she came, twice she grinned at her own cleverness. 'It's just like Christmas,' she thought, 'only I've got my present with me all the time.'

*

Carole watched Anne Lange with open mouth. The moment her baby-sitter had arrived her mind had gone all funny. She remembered her as an old lady with a nice smile who had read her lots of stories, had not let her watch television, and who kept looking at her all the time.

But this time she was different, her hair was not grey, it was blondish, it was not in a bun, it was all frizzy and light, and she was wearing a silk dress with silver stars on it. She had beautiful gold earrings, a brightly coloured glittery bangle, a gold thing around her neck, and she wasn't old anymore. She was beautiful with makeup with red lipstick and fingernails. She wasn't even sure it was the same person, but she had the same name, sounded the same and she wore the same perfume, so she guessed it was. Her skin was smooth and tanned, and she looked lovely.

Yes, her mother was nice too, but strict and very thin, whereas Mrs Lange was plump and cuddly, and had winked at her as she was talking, making her part of a game, and smiled as if she wanted to say, 'go on, Mummy, go on your trip, we've got lots of fun things to do.'

She was getting excited about what would happen. No more colouring in, cutting out, trying to sew, but new and exciting things. She picked up her teddy bear and gave him a squeeze. He loved new things too. She slyly began to rub her cunnie through her panties. The adults couldn't see what she was doing, and it made it more better than ever. She was so naughty. She'd be able to get the marker now, it felt so good inside her. In fact she could get it and use it in bed tonight. Her heart began to hammer in her chest.

Mummy finally went. A wave and kiss, out in a rush, doors closed and house lovely and warm and quiet. Carole sat on her chair in the kitchen and waited. She had a feeling that the next couple of days were going to be real fun.

They were, but not in ways she expected.

*

The spa was so big Carole could swim in it, there were always lots of bubbles she could play with, and she could help her toys have fun. She loved it. They'd had their tea, after which it was near her bed time, so a bath was next in line.

"Can I have Mr. Ostrich with me too? Please Mrs. Lange?"

"Sure, if you want, but, my love," and she squatted down next to her, "please call me Anne. That's my name, and that's what friends do. We are friends, aren't we?"

Carole nodded. She liked being friends. She put her arm around the neck of her friend and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Anne, who was in the process of removing leggings and panties from her charge, whispered back, "And I love you. Will you be my girl?"

"Yes. I'll be your girl. Are we going to do fun things?"

"I think we might." She paused, her mind in turmoil, her eyes riveted to the swollen pubes she now saw. She couldn't help smiling. Her little one, it appeared, was following the same path that she herself had taken many years ago. Little girls and cunnie rubbing. The natural order of things, the pleasure a girl took with her all her life. Something no man understood and every woman did.

"How long have you been cunnie rubbing, little one?" A shocked silence followed. Mouth open, blushing, not making eye contact. "Nice, isn't it?" Anne bent and kissed the top of her head. "It's all right, I started when I was your age."

This time there were eyes of wonder. A gurgle of surprise followed, then, "I love it. I use a marker pen, I saw it on one of Mummy's videos. It's not wrong is it?"

"My love, it's one of the most not wrong things there is. You do have to be a bit careful, though. Do you know what I like doing? A shake of the head. "I like kissing your cunnie better. Could I do that?

"Oh!" A look of wonder. "I saw that on one of Mummy's videos too, but I didn't – will I like it?"

"Why don't we find out? Sit on my lap, facing me, and I'll show you." That was accomplished with a grin of anticipation. Anne then stretched out her legs and eased the girl back onto them, then gently brought her forward until her vagina was close to her mouth, one leg each side of her neck. "OK, here we go. Yell if you don't like it."

"I'm looking at the bathroom upside down. It's funny." She giggled.

Of all the fantasies Anne had developed over the years, this was number two in her popularity stakes. She could even look at a photo of four or five year old girl, feel the skin, inhale the little girl odour, see the movement and hear the sounds of a real live person. But this was the first time of actuality. A dream made real, and whatever she'd imagined before was as the wind compared to it. Her knickers were getting wet, her cunt was spasming, her heart racing and she was not going to stop until she'd savoured every last drop. Her very first taste ever - after all these years.

She began to kiss the vaginal lips, groin, legs, everywhere she could, building anticipation. Then she gently protruded her tongue and licked. Up, from the base to the top of the magic slit, enfolding her mind in the folds of the lips. A sherbet bomb of taste sensations filled her mouth. Then down she ran, a little pressure, her tongue sliding inside and forcing its way deep, as deep as it could, into the world of reality.

A moan from the upside-down girl, a whimper almost, but as she found the tiny clit that sound became more of a purr. Flick, flick, flick. Her tongue had a will of its own. Another plunge into the depths, more flicking and then the vacuum of her mouth. Suck, gather the juices, suck with no restraint and the purr became a shriek.

Back to flicks, then to kisses, and as her lips nuzzled the tiny virgin clitoris the sounds of panting pleasure rose, grew, and then suddenly died away. Mouth full of new and erotic tastes, Anne licked the skin around the inner thighs, then the stomach, sucked on the belly-button, and gently lifted the girl back up until she was looking into her eyes.

Unfocussed eyes. Eyes showing the mind was still away with the fairies. Eyes of blue, Things so new, What I'd love to do to you. She kissed them. She kissed her face, her lips, neck and ears. Tears formed in her eyes as her heart burst with love and desire. She wanted this girl for her own. She wanted –

"Love you." Small voice, dreamy and satisfied. "My cunnie feels much better. Do it again? Please?"

Anne began to laugh. Not even in her wildest dreams would a child have asked to be sucked off again. And by her ideal, a beautiful, sexy four-year-old. She wasn't sure how all this had come about, but she'd prayed and longed for it from the moment she'd first set eyes on her. She would never tire of minding this angel. Not now, not evermore.

She gave her a big hug and said, "Later, my love, first your bath. Let's see how well you can swim."

Pretty well, as it turned out, and another feast for the eyes. After a gentle wash and some tickling games she was lifted out and wrapped in a big towel, cuddled and kissed.

"Tired?" Asked Anne.

A nod. "Can I sleep in your bed?" Big yawn.

"I reckon. It's what good friends do. Except, you know, that in my bed we don't wear clothes."

A look of disbelief. "Nup, not a stitch. Never have, and I'm not going to start now. Much, much nicer. And easier to – well, you know what it's easier to do." Giggle.

Wide eyes. "You do it too?" Total disbelief.

Anne nodded. "Good, isn't it?"

Big smile. "This is just the best time. Ah – I'm so happy. I love Mummy, but I'd sooner be with you." She nuzzled the neck of her new best friend as she was tucked in. Sounds of content and the exhausted cherub was asleep in seconds.

Anne stood and watched. Shaking her head at the wonder of it all, she began to get undressed. No conscious decision, but an automatic response to the scene before her. She'd had a taste, a lustful, irresistible, sublimely sexy taste of true love, so now it was time for the long, slow contact. Body to body, love of a purer kind, something she had never thought of in relation to her own two kids. She was their mother, for God's sake. This girl was her lover. This was different. This was the reality she had craved and now had. She nestled into the small back, holding her close, letting Carole's perfume filter into her soul, and her heart entwine them both.

What a wonderful day. What wonderful peace. She felt herself slide into the happiest of sleep.

*

Anne was reading the paper and drinking her second morning coffee when she felt a small naked body lean against her and a little voice say, "Hello."

Picking her up, she put her on her lap and gave her a cuddle. "Good morning, my little one. Hungry?" A nod. "Cereal and yoghurt? Warm milk? Another nod.

As she rose, toting the child, the small voice said in her ear, "Are you going to kiss my cunnie better again?"

She looked down at this cute four year old and marvelled. They could go shopping, play in the park, play at home, do any number of things, but no, uppermost in her mind was her cunt. Why not? She knew exactly how she felt. Time, place, and opportunity being together were rarities. Way to go.

"I sure am. We can't miss an opportunity like this, can we?" She kissed her forehead. "But first, after breakfast, there's something else. A kind of guessing game."

Yawn, spoon, food, mouth. The life-returning ritual. Swallow. "What do I have to guess?"

"You'll see."

And, within the hour, she did.

Doing as she had been instructed, Carole opened the door to the family room and approached the shadowy figure standing by the curtained window.

She stopped a few feet away, and when the figure said nothing, asked in a rather plaintive voice, "What do you want." No answer. "Well, what do you want please?"

"Firstly, my love, turn on the light."

She did, uncertain of what this was afoot.

"Now I want you to guess what I want."

There was quite a pause before more plaint: "I don't know."

"Hey, you're a clever girl. You're a beautiful clever girl. A big clever girl. What did we do yesterday?"

More pause. They'd done lots of things yesterday, and although she had an idea of the answer, she somehow felt embarrassed to say it.

When Anne let her silk dressing gown fall open, however, there was no hesitation. "You want to suck my cunnie! Goodie. I love it." Grins and jigs.

"No, that's not it. Have another go."

The biggest pout ever. Angry frown, but she was not stupid, for she actually looked carefully at her babysitter, considering what she saw. Almost the exact opposite of her mother. A big smile, lovely big boobs that hung down a little bit and showed where her bra had covered them as she sun-baked, shiny stockings that were held up by a lacy thing around her waist, black lace silk panties that were very short, but most of all the makeup and the perfume. She was like one of those models in the magazines her mother bought. Older but beautiful. More beautiful.

Then Mrs Lange – Anne - did something one of the girls on the video did. She thrust her hips and her tummy forward, making Carole look at them. And the light over her head went on.

"Oh." She began to smile. This was a new game. "You want me to lick your cunnie."

Anne just beckoned with her finger. "Lick my panties. Down there." She pointed to where her cunt, hidden by the silk, was seeping joy juice. She was trembling all over, overcome with the realisation of her dream, her number one fantasy, of having a beautiful four-year-old girl suck her to glory. She didn't care about dildos, video clips, or teenagers. This was her fantasy, her dream, and the reality was so powerful it was all she could do to stand.

Carole bent, seeing the mound made by her cunnie and the dark wet patch where Anne had wet her knickers, stuck out her tongue and gave the place a little lick. She thought it was the most daring thing she had ever done, more even than watching that video, but she was going to do it because she loved her baby sitter. And she could still remember the tingle she'd got from having her cunnie licked.

"No, darling, hard. Suck." She could hardly speak.

A little suck, then "You taste nice. Do I taste like that?"

Mouth open, she could only nod. "P – p – pull my pants down." Panting, hardly able to draw breath.

Little hands went to work, but could not manage the belt. Fumbling and frantic, Anne accomplished that and her sex slave did the rest.

"Lick it, lick it. Ah, ah, ah."

But the poor girl was in difficulty. Things were at the wrong height, and she was trying to half squat into position. When Anne managed to see what was happening, she made a gurgling sound and half stumbled, half slid to the edge of a lounge chair, her hand clasped to the back of Carole's head to keep it in place. Leaning back, she opened her legs as wide as she could and thrust the small head into the cleft. "Lick it, darling, lick it and suck it. Hard, hard."

A small movement toward that request, but again a plaintive voice came, "But you're all hairy, I can't – see." A sniff, a small choking cry.

Desperation forced her fingers down to ease her labia apart. Oh God, she wanted to cum. She wanted to – so urgent, so nearly there.

She suddenly shrieked.

A mouth, small, strong, agile, frantic, was sucking her cunt with a ferocity she had only ever dreamt about. Her hand was forcing the blond head in further; nose, mouth, tongue, were all probing, slurping, and thrusting. A hand came from heaven and massaged her clitoris and she could feel her heart fly off the planet.

Her juices were boiling, ready to bubble over. "Drink me, darling, drink my cum. Swallow it, swallow it all, love you, love you in my cunt, suck me, fuck me, oh shit..." and all the time the power was building, building, tension and heat. Tremble, pulse and rock and roll. On and on the music played. Cymbals crashed, the drum went wild, the bass thumped louder and louder.

"Here I cum!" She was screaming. "Yes yes yes yes." The power boiled out and over the edge of sense. "Ahhhhh......." The cry echoed around her head before subsiding, slowly, deliciously, morphing into sweet resolution. The aftershocks continued for a time, but the tsunami quietened, leaving an exhausted but exhilarated heart and mind.

A blond head emerged from the depths, face and hair glistening, eyes in shock, tongue licking mouth. Then a small hand reached up and gently massaged a breast. "I couldn't breathe. It was wonderful." The head rested on a thigh, the face smiled. "You yelled." Her body emerged, sliding up Anne's torso until young lips could nuzzle a teat.

"I swallowed everything. Lots of lovely sticky stuff." Silence. "I love you." Simple and true. "I'm all sticky." Giggle. "What's cum?"

Anne lifted her higher until their faces were inches apart. "Cum is the juice of a woman's love. You drank my love. Yesterday I drank yours. All women have love juice, and we like to share it." She gently kissed those wonderful lips, the lips at the entrance to the mouth of paradise, and whispered, "And I love you. Always." Silence, the sound of love and revelation - until Anne's eyes opened in surprise.

Her brain had come up with an idea. An astounding idea. "Carole, my love, do you go to Kinder?"

"Yes, two days a week."

"Like it?"

"Yes, it's pretty good."

"Would you like to come to my Kinder?"

A pause preceded an astonished cry. "You have a kinder?"

"Sure." That was the idea. Why could she not start one? She had friends. She had room. She could get registered, she'd been a teacher, and she could offer really cheap fees. And she could indulge her heart at least two days a week. And if this love was the only pupil? Well, who'd care? Carole's mum was on her own, found it hard to make ends meet, she'd jump at the chance. A kinder for one special girl. The drool began running down her mental mouth.

"Would you like to come to it?"

"Yes please! We'd have fun times."

"OK, I'll talk to Mummy." She lay back, cradling Carole in her arms, feeling so deliciously satisfied. Her dreams had come true, a little cunnie in her mouth, her cunnie in a little mouth, on the road to glory. She looked down at this sweet child and saw just how truly beautiful she was, then remembered how her pristine sex had come toward her mouth. Was it only yesterday? Her heart began to pulse. God she was lovely. She imagined the trickle of cum in her mouth once more and felt her labia part like the petals of a flower. What sweet blooms awaited, what exotic things might yet happen.

A picture formed, the knowledge of how right it all was. "Oh my god." She stretched, a cat after a fill of cream, realizing this was an epiphany, the full and certain knowledge of who and what she was and what she craved. Life in its reality might be humdrum, but this revelation was an eye opener.

To have a little girl in her mouth. To cum in a little girl's mouth. To share the juice of love. That was the goal of life.

To Be Continued