Nia's Party ch2

by Lousia May

I'd had an idea.

Of course, I couldn't get little Nia out of my mind, at any time, whether I was sitting at my desk writing, or shopping, or working at the library. . .

It was at the library that I got up the nerve to try putting my idea into action. It was risky, but I was that far gone.

There came Nia and her Mom, on their weekly library jaunt, and we all greeted each other, and Mom went to hunt for books on her own while Nia stayed in the childrens' room. She made a little show of modelling her school outfit, and I crooked my finger to her. A secret! She scurried over.

"Now," I whispered, looking around, "this is just between us, okay?"

She nodded solemnly, gleefully.

"Okay. I was just thinking, you want to have a Beauty Pageant next time? Like a swimsuit competition?"

Nia grinned. "Yeah! Like with high heels and everything??"

I nodded. "And," I leaned in to her, "and, I'll model mine too, if you want."

Nia's mouth opened. "Really? Cool!!"

I patted her butt and headed back to my book cart. "So bring something good!" I mouthed.

"Okay!" She mouthed back.

Mrs. Bowen's car pulled away, and Nia looked at me in the doorway with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She held a small plastic Hello Kitty bag, and held it up. I ushered her in and closed the door behind us.

She did a sexy little butt dance around the foyer. "Oh yeah! I got it! Sexy swimsuit! I got it!" She wore jeans with little heart appliques on the butt.

"Ready to start the competition?" I was rather nervous, but oh so horny.

"Let's do it!" And she ran upstairs. I went to my room.

I'd just taken off shoes and socks and was about to slip out of my skirt when Nia's head peeked in. "Um. . ." The girl saw my hands at my waistband, and hesitated.

"What honey? Come on in, we're all friends here." I smiled, and deliberately continued to undress, slipping my skirt down and off my ankles. I stood with my white blouse hanging loosely over satin blue bikini panties. My legs were tanned and sleekly muscled. Nia stared. The girl held pieces of cloth in her hand.

"Is that your suit?"

Nia nodded.

"Well, put it on! We got a Beauty Pageant to run here!"

Nia smiled, still staring at my grown-up body, then up at my face. "No, I just wanted to see, um, which bathing suit should I wear?" She held up a bunch of stuff.

"Nia, I have no way of knowing how they look, how should I know? Which one do you like?"I decided I'd show Nia more. Turning to the bed, I bent over, ostensibly to rummage through my drawers to get my suit, but mainly to give the tiny teen a good look at my luscious ass. Yes, luscious. It sure felt luscious, so there. I bent further, searching, and felt the blouse ride up my back, felt the satin panty material pull into my pussy. Oh, Nia, you little beauty, here, it's all yours! Finally I retrieved my suit and turned back to see little fashionista Nia blushing, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. I pretended nothing happened. "Which one do you like?"

Nia blinked. "Um, well, all of them, but I just wanted to see which one you liked."

"Well, hmm. . ." My pulse raced, but I casually said, "you want to give me a fashion show before the show? Put `em all on, and then I can choose one?"

Nia grinned. "Okay! Okay, this one," she said as she swiftly shucked her jeans off, "is from New York City, my Mom got it." Her little black pageboy bangs hung over her huge eyes, and her lustrous braids flopped as she stripped off her girl-white underpants and tee-shirt. She was naked except for bright yellow socks, and Gorgeous!

"Wait!" I simply had to slow this treasure down, had to drink in this beauty. Nia looked up, hand in mid-motion to step in to the suit. Her bare l ittle slit gaped slightly. Delicious. "Where did you get those socks? They're great!"

Nia stood, her face aflame. "Oh, we got those at Old Navy. Yeah, I like them too." She twisted her foot to model, further shifting the pink flesh around her naked little pussy. "Okay, here goes." She stepped into the suit, pulling up, and struck a pose. "Tadaaa!"

I was creaming. "Very nice. Oh, yes. Turn around so I can see the back."

Nia did so, and I took a deep breath. The suit was tight and showed the form. A slim waist, slight widening to flow down to a creamy curve of bottom, the little dimple in the cheek. . . . . "Next!"

Nia turned, and pointed at me. "Your turn!" She actually blushed.

I stood, unbuttoning my blouse. "Okay, but mine's not nearly as fancy as yours." I slipped out of my bra, feeling the welcome freedom, the air on my soft breasts. Slowly and casually, I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slid them down. I stood and was delightfully nude before this desirable, half-dressed elfin creature.

Nia stared. "Wow."

"What?"

Nia pointed at my crotch. "So much HAIR!" she blurted.

I looked down and laughed. "Not so much." I touched my pubic hair, wondering where this would lead, hoping.

"I don't even have ANY. Look." And with that little Nia pulled her suit down so it came to her knees. She looked down at the puffy girl lips of her vagina, and shuffled forward to me; I sat back on the edge of the bed. "See?"

"Come here." I was so excited. Nia was standing in front of me, her bathing suit at her knees, and I spread my legs a little farther apart, my naked pussy open to the little girl's view. I reached forward and touched Nia's outer lips, lightly stroking. "Nope, no hair. But you will, honey." I continued stroking, the back of my fingers going ever slightly lower, lower.

"I didn't have hair when I was your age either, but it grew and grew." Just like I could see Nia's excitement grow. The little girl swallowed and sighed. I felt her push her little pudenda forward into my hand. I looked behind the little girl and saw our reflection in the big mirror on the door: the nine-year-old girl's back, her slim neck, head leaning over, smooth small-boned back, pretty little bottom dimpling in its effort to meet the stroking hand, white bathing suit bunched at the knees, and those little yellow socks. "Do you want to touch my hair?"

In a trance, Nia nodded.

"Why don't you get that suit off now, I saw it already." Nia obediently reached down and pulled one, then the other leg through. I scooted back on the bed, bringing my feet up, and patted the bed in front of me. "And come on up, hon. You can touch all you want."

I watched in the door mirror as the little girl got up on the bed and knelt before me. She seemed timid now. "It's okay, hon. I want you to touch me. Nia." The girl looked up from the amazing vagina with the hair and lips and hole, and looked into my eyes. "Honey. I really like you. I want you to know me, all of me, all my most secret parts."

"I really like you, too, Miss Louisa." I had to lean forward and kiss the kneeling girl. A small kiss, but lingering, and soft. I lay back down.

"You are so wonderful. I want to make you as happy as I ever can."

"Me too."

"Oh, Nia." I opened my legs still wider. "Feel my hair, all of me. Feel my secret heart. Right here." I touched myself. "Come close."

I watched in the mirror as the little girl leaned in, her small bottom opening as she leaned on her elbows, a pink, dark hole over the smooth line. I watched as Nia stroked my hair and upper lips as I had hers. In the mirror, the little asshole winked and puckered. I must have her.

"Turn around, hon, so I can see you too." Nia looked unsure. "Here. Put your foot here, and your other here --"

"Like Twister!"

I laughed. "Yep, like Twister, but a whole lot more fun. Now lie across me. There! See, now I can touch you too."

"Neat!" Oh so neat, as I lay back and looked up at the beautiful child's secret places. I sat up and kissed Nia's little vagina.

"Oh man!" Nia sat up and looked back.

"Is that okay? I just had to kiss you there. I'm sorry."

"No I liked it, it just felt. . .weird."

"But it's okay?"

"Yup." I could see Nia's little mind thinking, deciding. "Do it again."

Not needing to be told twice, I leaned up, and this time I took hold of Nia's upper thighs and pulled the girl to me. I opened my mouth and took all of the girl's sex into my mouth.

"Wohh!" Nia bucked, but I held on. I began using my tongue, laving the young vagina from little clit to asshole, all the while keeping the sex in my mouth like a lamprey. Nia began to tremble. "Ohh, Miss Louii. . . ohhhh," she whimpered, "ooooh, I don't know what's happening!"

Reluctantly, I removed my mouth from the little girl's warm, wet openings. "Do you want me to stop?" I murmured heroically.

Little Nia looked back at me, into my eyes looking up behind her. I watched her pause, confused by the feeling that something was maybe wrong, or at least secret, about what we were doing together, but that she also wanted so much for me to keep kissing her bottom --

"N-no, I. . . I like it when you kiss my bottom." Nia blushed.

"I'm glad, honey. I do, too." And with that I planted little kisses on the little girl's soft cheeks, gradually circling closer to Nia's tiny, deep anus. When my lips got to the puckered treasure, I lingered for a bit, tasting, smelling the little girl's soft, secret odor, then licked, thrusting my strong tongue deep inside Nia's quivering bottom.

Until that moment, Nia had been upright, watching behind her with a loving fascination as I kissed her bum. But when penetration occurred, she uttered a small, "OH!" and toppled forward, her mouth working around my navel as the little girl, in her abandon, unconsciously drooled and licked.

Now I was holding the little girl tight as she bucked and shivered. Nia's upper torso was now flopped down, her pretty braids thrashing back and forth, hands out, now squeezing my thighs, now the bedclothes, now just flailing. I sucked and licked, slurped and nibbled, and presently felt the little one's cute little pink, wet anus quiver and pulse: "OH, Miss, I don't know whaaa. . .ohhHHHHHhh," she was crying, "MmmMMM! mmnnnggggaAAAH!! MMmmohhhhhhhHHH AH! AH! AAAHHHH!" And she collapsed.