My Little Flower, Part Two: Deflowering

by Lil' Lily

I show the little nymph into my living room, fetching a glass of "PINK!" lemonade as per her request, sipping a glass of iced tea myself. She scootches across the couch, curling up next to me like a little kitten, and I absently stroke her little side. My hand strays across her bottom, and she presses her tiny little ass against my hand. I look into her beautiful green eyes, not believing this.

"Don't stop!" she whines, leading my hand still lower on her behind. "it feels really good!"

I stop, pondering what I was doing for a second. It wasn't like I had dreamed of this ever since I met Iris… I continue rubbing her ass, my hand circling lower until the fingertips are grazing her concealed pussy. She moans quietly, looking up once again when I stop. That decides it… I have to have this little girl.

I lean down, brushing her waiting lips with mine, and think, 'whoa, has she done this before?' I decide it doesn't matter, as I worm my tongue into her small, hot mouth, as her wonderfully small one joins the dance. I know I have already soaked my jeans through with my juices, and I thank God for padded bras.

Suddenly, she stops kissing me. I am startled, ready to apologize like crazy. But she says "I feel all wet… down there... it feels really good!"

I smile "I feel really good, too, sweetie... do you mind if I take my shirt off?" She shakes her head, her beautiful hair flying, and strips herself to the waist as well. Her lovely little pink nipples are works of an angel, I am sure, and I just have to kiss them. They spring erect and I lightly suck. She moans, but then she slides a finger along my bra and sighs.

"What's wrong, hon?" I ask

"I-I want t-to see your…" she shyly motions to my breasts. I smile wide, stripping that off as well. She carefully touches a nipple, dark pink and at attention, like it's a puppy, and with some encouragement explores my chest with my hands as I moan. I touch her small nipples again, playing with them gently. She moans, humping air. Without a thought I slide my hand down her body, rubbing her pussy outside of her panties. She removes her skirt and pretty pink panties quickly and I do the same with my jeans, revealing the fact that I hadn't put on panties this morning. She slightly gasps, looking at me as if to see what to do next. I just rub her outer lips,and she echoes me…but god help me, I want more! I slide a finger in between her folds, and she stops, moaning as my finger grazes her small clit and pussy hole. Then a plan starts to form… I slide an exploring finger into her tight little pussy, hitting her barrier. I know it would be hard to break with my fingers alone….

I slide my finger back out, and she asks why I stopped. "because I want you to get me something, sweetie…" I explain about a certain shoebox that is under my bed, saying there is a surprise in there, just for her. She happily bounds away, her legs cutely shaky to retrieve the box.

When she comes back, she looks at it curiously, probably wondering why I bought her shoes. I motion her to give me the box, and I survey the contents. It has four things in it. One is a pink, 5" anal plug (2" wide), another is a rabbit vibrator my boyfriend got me (also pink), and then there were two hair brushes. One is a big round one, blue in color whose handle flared at the end, and is quite wide there. The second, though, is a very small, white one, also with a round handle, the one that took my virginity. Iris looks wide-eyed at them, running a finger along the penis- shaped part of the vibrator, and staring at the plug. This girl has potential! I pull out the white brush, and closed the box.

"What's that for Miss Alexis?"

"You can call me Lex, sweetie. And this can make you feel really good, but it will hurt at first…"

She asks what would hurt, her eyes round and fearful, her mouth a bit agape. I smile, kissing the slightly open little mouth, sliding in my tongue to massage hers. At first she just lets me kiss her, and then her small tongue joins the dance. She is inexperienced, yes, but it was the most electrifying kiss I have ever felt. I almost come right then.

While she focuses on this new kind of kissing, I slide the white handle between her legs, between her pussy lips, and she instinctively spreads her little darling legs for me. I kiss her deeper as I plunge the handle into her, deflowering this wonderful little flower. She backs off in shock, looking at the blood dripping down her leg. I whisper “I’m sorry it hurt, sweetie, let me make you feel better.” I kiss her, laying her down, legs spread for me, and then I begin a soft, smooth rhythm, sucking a bit on her tiny nipple. I gently licked the little bit of blood on her leg with a small moan. I come for her again, watching her begin to grind against my makeshift dildo. I kiss down her belly and sucked on her tiny clit, pumping faster as her moans of ecstasy fill the room. She begs me not to stop, her moans become more frenzied, and then the little nymph was shaking… I took out the dildo, replacing it wit my tongue as she moans my name, and I get the sweet taste of girl cum.

“I love you, Iris” I whisper.

“I love you too Mi- Lex.”

I gather into my arms, caressing her and kissing her, talking… I was in love! We shower and cleanoff, re-dressing ourselves before her mom comes to pick her up. Her mom is gorgeous! She was a tall lady, very pretty. She looked like Iris, but without a trace of innocence. She has a tight blue top that strains over her very large breasts, bigger than mine, and her hips are bared in her tight, dark blue jeans. My pussy tingles and I ask her to come in. We take a liking to each other and I invite them both to come over next Saturday, giving the mom a meaningful look. She then pulls me aside while Iris watches some inane cartoon that scares me.

“So,” the mother says in a deep, bedroom voice, “is my girl still innocent?” She kisses my lips deeply, caressing my back.

“No, a hairbrush took care of that,” I say. What am I doing? I just told a five year olds mother that I had sex with her daughter!

“Oh, are we going to have fun next Saturday,” she purrs, slipping her hand over my pussy.

Once they leave I have to get off. I use the brush that I used on Iris, coming so many times I lost count. When my boyfriend comes home I’m still on the couch, exhausted and cum soaked. He asks what made me so happy. I slide up and kiss him, grinding against his crotch. “You won’t believe the day I had!”

I noticed that I switched tenses here, my apoplogies. I want to thank everyone who e-mailed me, and to state that my writing has slowed because of a wrist injury. Keep your juices flowing!