Rebecca

by Little Alison

It was just past midnight and I was tired. All the guests from the little get together had left and I was cleaning up.

I had hosted a little "Pleasure party" or "toybox party" for some women. I sold sex toys, lotions, videos and other little things to make relationships more fun and, hopefully, more naughty. I'd invite a group of women over, place 10-15 different toys around on tables, loop a video on my laptop showing demonstrations, and we'd drink, laugh and hopefully some of the women would buy something to help them achieve orgasm.

This night I had 6 women at my little 'grandma' house, which I rented and was behind a main house a nice family owned. The women were mid 20's to late 40's. Some wanting to spice things up, some wanting a sort of replacement for their boyfriends/wives. I had everything they wanted and enjoyed the parties.

My name is Joann and I'm 26, with shoulder length sandy blonde hair, usually with a middle part, though tonight it was more of a mess than anything styled. I like to be considered 'curvy', varying between mostly a size 10 and sometimes a 12. On this night I was wearing my comfy red cotton panties and a 'show off' lace red bra which barely enclosed my 38d breasts. It was an item I sold, so I was showing it off to the women. Looking in the mirror, I could easily see not only the clear dark outlines of my areolas, but the hardness of my nipples pressing the lace. On this I threw a light satinesque robe, just something to feel comfortable.

I was collecting some empty wine glasses when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hi Joann." It was Rebecca, the 11 year old daughter of the family in the front house. She was wearing the school outfit she wore everyday. Mid thigh dark green plaid skirt, white button up blouse, though no shoes or socks. She had wide light blue eyes and her natural brunette curls danced around the side of her face and on her forehead.

I turned, quickly, "Oh hi Rebecca," gathering paper plates in my hands, "you're up awful late." She stood with one foot at the door way, the other forward, into my place. I couldn't take my eyes off her lightly tanned legs.

Her eyes slowly looked around my living room, her gaze moving from toy to toy.. She didn't look shocked, but just let her eyes absorb everything in sight. I watched her as she looked around, seeing how her lips seemed to be full and soft.

"Yeah, I was just doing some reading and saw that everyone had left your party," she spoke in a slow tone and walked in slowly as well, "I thought I'd see what made everyone laugh so much. What do you sell here?" She stopped by a rather large dildo on my coffee table. I could have laughed, if I hadn't found it oddly arousing.

"I sell things that. . . .women. . .older women. . .buy. Something you might one day want." I smiled a waning smile as Rebecca continued to look around. I noticed just then that my laptop was still open and playing, very softly, a promotional video for some of the items. Women on the screen were shown, face only, moaning in ecstasy.

"oh," she said, as if not really listening, "you know. . .I have done stuff." She looked up at me, her eyes direct into mine, mesmerizing.

"Stuff?" I was putting pillows back on my loveseat and staring at this young girl, becoming more excited by the moment by her nonchalance. Man, I'd had a lot to drink.

"Yeah, you know," she picked up and put down a few of the toys. A small vibrator, a nipple clamp, some lotion, "I have had some fun, you know?" She smiled what I swear was both a sensual and sexual smile. I took a long drink of wine, trying to calm myself.

"So," I stammered, "you've used something like one of these before?" I figured I might as well see where this was going.

Rebecca picked up a opaque blue vibrator, "Yeah, something like this," she moved it back and forth, her huge eyes following it. My head was swimming from the wine and the idea that this little girl was so sexual and was right in front of me. I hadn't been with another woman in quite a while and now.. .. well I wasn't even sure what this meant.

I was feeling a bit warm and took some more dishes to my little kitchenette, a few feet away. When I turned back, Rebecca had one of the strap ons in her hand, turning it around, curiously. It was 7 inches long, but thinner than the other dildos, white and with a slightly larger head. It had a little nub at the base that pressed against the person who used it.

"Is this good?"She seemed to want to know, her expression one of curiosity.

"Umm, yeah, it gets good reviews."

She held it over her skirt, the length looking even larger compared to her little girl body.

"How does it," she was fiddling with the straps, trying to figure out how to put it on, "how do you get it tight?"

Just like when I show women at my parties I knelt down and held the toy to her, showing her how the straps went around her waist and also between her legs. I was having some trouble with the skirt.

"See Becca," I moved the straps around, "it moves here and here. . .the skirt is kinda in the . . .. " I heard a zip and felt the skirt fall to the side, giving me full access to place the toy on her. She was wearing tight little yellow cotton panties, with tiny bees on them. I started at her crotch for what seemed like an hour, but was almost certainly 2 seconds.

"You still want me to do this?" I was barely speaking loud enough to hear.

"Yes Joann, I want to see how it works."

It was much easier without the skirt and I moved the straps the right way, tightened them up a lot, because her body was so small. As I was finishing it suddenly hit me that I was fastening a strap on dildo on an 11yo girl and my hand was on her tight ass, pushing her forward so that it would be tight.

Incredibly, I was getting more and more excited. I felt my nipples almost bursting through the red lace bra. I moved around to the front, still on my knees.

"Ok, now," grasping the thin shaft, "to do it right, you place the nub at the base," I reached and felt it and felt her soft pussy through the panties as well, "and press it against, well, against your pussy.

this way with each thrust you get some movement on your clit and your lips. Understand?" I leaned back a bit, as if admiring my handiwork. Rebecca looked down at herself. He light white blouse just dangling above the huge (on her) toy.

She wrapped her hands around it and moved it left and right, then slid it forward and back. When she moved it back toward her I could see her pressing her hips forward, moving to meet the little nub that gives such pleasure. I stood up and reclined on the loveseat as she closed her eyes, lashes long and stunning in the lowered light of my living room, and moaned gently as she rocked against this toy.

I marvelled at the sight. Seeing this little girl, no more than just a child, with a strapon attatched to her, and actually enjoying it, well, it was erotic, perverse, taboo, exciting and made me want her so much. I let my thin robe fall off me and lazily ran my fingers over my partially clad hard nipples.

"Oh my god" Rebecca whispered, her hips still moving slowly to her own rhythmn, "how do you, Joann, how do you use this?"

I was wide-eyed and staring at this young beauty, "Well, I tend to," speaking like in a trance, "like to use it face to face, with each person being able to see the face of the other."

Rebecca seemed to consider that for a moment, then looked to the table and picked up a smaller toy. It was just a small gold egg shaped vibrator, of which I had one myself, with a chord to a controller.

"How about this?"

I took the toy from her hand. She was so close now. "I've had something like this for years," I looked into her eyes deeply, "it's great."

"Show me how you use it," she said softly, a mere two feet from me, "please."

I turned on the controller to low, pressing the vibrating part just over my panties, moving it around.

"I do this. . ." I watched her closely as she watched the toy.

"You don't take off your panties?" she asked, as if saying "you must be kidding me."

"I usually take off my panties, yes."

"Take them off and show me Joann," her voice soft and alluring, "please. I need to see."

I pulled my panties down by the sides, sliding them slowly over my thighs, exposing my, luckily, recently trimmed pubic hair.

Rebecca's eyes widened as I opened my legs wider, showing her my very wet and open pussy lips. She slowly, seductively, unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang as she watched me. I could almost feel the air caressing my clit. My body tingled with feeling as I was fully exposed to this sexy little girl.

I moved the little golden toy down, slowly, teasingly, running it along my skin from my cleavage, through my pubic hair, and finally over my exposed clit. I turned on the vibe and my body jumped just a bit from the intensity. I closed my eyes momentarily, due to the intense sensation, but opened them again to watch Rebecca's face.

She was once again moving her hips and enjoying the nub rubbing her sweet little girl pussy as she stared wide eyed at the toy shuddering along my pussy lips and over my clit.

"Can I," she started, then looked up at my face, "Can I kiss you?"

I wanted to shout, "yes!" as I couldn't think of anything I wanted more right then than to feel her moist young lips pressed to mine. To drink in her body.

"Come here Becca." She moved between my legs, bending down and meeting my face as I leaned my upper body up.

I looked into her eyes as it all seemed to happen in slow motion. I could hear her breathing, could smell her perfume, could feel the heat off her body. Our lips touched, softly and lightly at first. Then quickly we pressed together harder, my tongue seeking and finding hers. This was no novice, I found out, as she kissed with authority and with passion. It was as passionate kiss as I'd ever experienced. My hands pulled her to me and I felt the toy rubbing just up my thigh as our mouths fell upon each other.

I took one hand, grabbed the length of the toy and positioned it at my yearning pussy lips, guiding the head to just inside. I sighed. We continued to kiss and I reached around, my hands on her tight and perfect feeling ass, and pulled her to me. We both broke our kiss, moaning aloud, as inch after inch of the toy pressed into me. Rebecca's body tight to me, her skin pressed to mine in a way that felt as natural as anything I'd every experienced.

I felt her tiny chest and little hard nipples pressed to my body, wishing I had taken my bra off earlier, but not wanting to stop right now. I pulled her to me and she used her hips and she was fucking me nice and evenly and Rebecca was moaning and breathing deeply from the sensations as well. I was pulling her ass to me harder, slamming her to me. Both of us grunting as the toy was jammed deep in me and rubbing her perfectly.

I pulled her to me so she would be deep and hold it there. We kissed, our bodies glistening with beads of sweat. Deep breathing and me on the edge of orgasm. I could feel how wet she was through her little panties. I needed to taste this beauty.

"Rebecca," I panted, "we need to take this to the bedroom. I need to taste you."

She looked at me with a passion I always thought came with age, "Ok, I need you Joann. Please. . . "

To be continued. . . .