The Tender Touch of Sight, Part 3

by My Girls

Six year old Rose was slightly aghast at the request of being invited to take this beautiful old lady to bed, but knew she was more than willing. Wanting to feel more of these strange new delicious sensations that were welling inside her small body.

Miss Randell stood up and whispered softly as she held the child’s beautiful face,

“My sweet Rose. Be a darling and help me undress ?”

Rose’s mouth fell open. Stood in front of her was this striking seventy eight year old woman asking her, a mere child to undress her. Rose could not believe it. She had undressed her grandmother before, but this was different. Rather than undressing her granny to dress her again in her night gown this beautiful woman was asking to be undressed and lay their two naked bodies together. Rose felt a surge of nervousness as Miss Randell took hold of her now shaking hands and guided them to the first button at the top of her silk white blouse.

Miss Randell had to help little Rose how to unbutton the first one and then guided her hands to the second. Miss Randell let go of the child’s hands and after a few seconds Rose proceeded to unfasten each button. Shaking and coy Rose undid each one as if she where opening an expensive delicate parcel containing a precious gift. Miss Randell was precious as she was going to show the youngster the special love a woman can give to a child. All her years of lust, tuition and seduction of children would be put into action and after all these years of not being with a youngster she was going to relish every second.

Rose pulled the thin blouse from Miss Randell’s skirt and undid the last button. Miss Randell could feel her chest becoming exposed to the cool air as little Rose’s eyes looked straight ahead to the woman’s chest. As Rose opened the blouse Miss Randell felt it slip of her shoulders and onto the floor. Rose could now see the whole of her torso and loved what she saw. Her eyes were transfixed on the old woman’s bare breasts. Small and flat against her chest. They were like two flat skin coloured bags with dark brown nipples at the bottom. The areolas looked almost leather like. Tough and wrinkled and the hard nipples were quite large. Almost a centimetre and a half long with ripples around each turret and tiny indents in the centre at their tips. Miss Randell could hear the faint sighs of delight coming from Rose’s mouth an smiled knowing the child liked what she was seeing.

“ kiss them if you like dear. Miss Randell won’t mind. Suck them like you did as a baby my sweet little girl?” Miss Randell whispered as she took hold of Rose’s face and guided her mouth to her right nipple.

Rose loved the sound of Miss Randell’s whispers and got a sudden warm flow of sensuality as if her grandmother was talking to her when she called her ‘my sweet little girl‘.

Rose had to tilt her head to get low down and accept the nipple. She opened her mouth and as she got ever closer Miss Randell felt the girl’s breath on her teat and she closed her eye’s. Rose gently placed her thin soft lips around the small bud and her tiny tongue began to lick the tip. Miss Randell loved the child’s hot mouth an her breast and the wet tiny licks of the girl’s immature, inexperienced tongue teasing her.

“Suck it little one. Wrap your beautiful mouth around it and suck on my breast sweet one?”

Another warm feeling ran through little Rose’s body and she did as she was asked. Opening her mouth further she took the whole wrinkled nipple into her mouth and began to suck. Miss Randell moaned as she stroked the girl’s soft long hair. Rose sucked and licked and loved how her tongue danced between the folds and circled the long tip. She loved the taste of it too. Miss Randell smelt so unlike her own grandmother who smelt old. Not in a bad sense but just old. Rose did like the way her own grandmother smelt only she did have a bit to much of a talcum powder smell to her. Miss Randell smelt sweeter as she wore perfume and oiled her skin with sweet olive smelling moisturiser regularly. She pulled her head back sucking hard. Miss Randell could feel her sagging breast pull away from her chest and loved the sensation. This little child was doing superbly and she thought she must have done this to her own grandmother. Rose had never been so lucky. It was just that her grandmother was fascinated with young girls but not to the extent that Miss Randell was. Yes Rose’s granny had touched her down there but had never dared to slip her fingers inside her panties and touch the delectable girl’s smooth bald cunny. Why not? Rose never knew as she did enjoy Granny’s gentle caresses and often wanted her to rub her tiny clitoris and make her feel good as she had done to herself while in her own bedroom.

Rose had found out what made her feel good at a very young age. She was only four when she had felt an urge to touch herself while playing naked in her bedroom. She had seen an old woman in the home masturbating right in front of everyone in the front lounge. Not many of the residents were taking much notice as most were having their usual afternoon nap. While Rose watched her rubbing herself her mother came in and quickly ran over to the woman and covered her up. The old lady in question had become senile and was just probably revisiting her own child hood or just maybe feeling quite horny. Who knows but by young Roses memory the old woman was enjoying herself and even tried to kiss her mummy when she was covering her exposed pussy.

This gave Rose the inclination to explore down there and she found her tiny hood and the loved the feeling when she slipped a finger under and found her tiny clit. That was then and this was now and having a woman touch her naked body felt more wonderful than she had ever imagined. If Miss Randell was going to touch her special place she new it would be such an exciting and pleasurable experience.

Rose hands roamed over Miss Randells torso and she loved how the sagging skin all over was warm and soft like putty. Miss Randell guided the child’s mouth to her other nipple and Rose again sucked on that one. Miss Randell took hold of her wet nipple and began to pinch and stretch it loving the small sharp jolts of pain turning her on even more. Rose pulled away as her roaming hands were now on her buttocks and moved to the side of the skirt trying to find the clasp. She had it undone quickly and pulled the zip down. Falling to her knees she pulled at the skirt tugging it down over Miss Randell’s ample thighs. Dropping to the floor she gazed upon the large damp patch of the woman’s silk white panties. Rose closed her eyes as the strong scent of Miss Randell’s old cunt wafted into her nostrils. Rose loved it and inhaled more. She moved her face closer and just inhaled the woman’s smell and she could feel her body becoming aroused and it felt just so.... well she couldn’t describe how it felt. She had never felt this way before and it was the most amazing, strange feeling and if she knew the word it would have been described as an erotic sensation. With the smell wafting over her face and filling the room with the wonderful smell of sex Rose pulled the panties down to reveal Miss Randell’s large wrinkled wet cunt. The old woman’s belly hung slightly over her mass of silver pubic hair and her enormous fleshy twat was wide and gleaming wet from the fluids oozing from within. Rose moved her face closer. As the smell became even stronger, without thinking she mashed her face into the fleshy wrinkled labia. Half her face was encased by Miss Randell’s warm wet cunt and Rose began to rub her face covering it with all the wetness. Her small tongue darted out and Rose tasted her first vagina. It was overwhelming for the child as her mouth exploded with this first taste of love juice and the bolt of sexuality that ripped through her body made the youngster shudder in excitement. This was the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted. Even more than her first Mc Donald’s burger which she adored to eat and would as often as possible. A burger was all she could think of but that didn’t even come close,. To this delectable new feast. That was the only thing she ever ultimately enjoyed until now.

Miss Randell was loving the child rubbing her beautiful face between her legs and heard a sharp gasp from down below. Rose pulled away for a second to fill her lungs and then bury her face back into her folds. Miss Randell could not believe how this child took to her old minge and she had never had a child eat her out as furiously as Rose.

Within the confines of her house during the private home schooling did she entertain her desires for children. By pure luck she did find three children who actually consented to her molestations and even wanted to explore further with her. Two girls. One of five and one of seven who had eventually found the smell of her twat most adorable. That was enough for them to want to taste her then beautiful looking pussy. Their childish slurps and tentative licks of her clit did make her climax but little Rose had mastered this technique in minutes She had also found one boy who she had absolutely adored above any child she had ever schooled. His name was Steven and at six years old she had fondled and even sucked his little boy cock many times during the previous years and he had become the only male to penetrate her. His cock was only three inches long and no wider than a digit, but still at that time she felt proud that she had made the child a man at such a young age. The most surprising thing was that he did return many years later to thank her for her wonderful tuition and Miss Randell being such a loving tutor repaid his kindness by wanting to feel him again. She pulled down his pants and feeling his huge cock in her hands harden was rather impressed. Never seeing but just feeling him hard was enough gratitude as both of them could blindingly feel the sexual tension. No sooner had Miss Randell said her thanks that she was down on her knees sucking his impressive manhood while his equally blind spouse was waiting for him in the next room. He never returned again for another gracious thanks from his teacher and Miss Randell had come to the conclusion that his wife probably knew about her and smelt the sex on him when they left.

Miss Randell could not rekindle these thoughts right now as she had a precious six year old girl literally devouring her seventy eight year old fanny.

To picture their thoughts together made a beautiful scene. A wrinkled old woman who was rather stunning with her beautiful silver hair, slim body with paper thin sagging rolls of flesh hanging over her tummy and her buttocks falling less than proudly forming a deep crease at the top of her rather smooth legs. Her small breasts resting flat, hanging snugly to her chest and down to the first fold of her stomach. The hard brown leathery nipples pointing only slightly forward and down to where an aroused little Rose was having he fill of amber nectar. She had fallen in love with the old women in the home and over her short life had come to find them so loving and beautiful that she new she would probably end up marrying one. If only for a short time.

In Miss Randell’s head was a beautiful slim child kneeling down nestled between her legs. Her long shiny blonde hair falling round her face and back with her small hands holding her soft saggy buttocks for support. Her smooth taut skin. Pale and unblemished and her skinny legs covered with the thin black nylon stockings. The beautiful pert firm buttocks concealing her tight perfect little pink anus and at the front her peach like puffy mounds. Tight, smooth and bald. Between those soft mounds is the entrance to a treasure never touched by another and an unbroken maidenhead that needed to be breached to enter her tight pink tunnel that must be now quivering and flooded with a child’s creamy ambrosia.

Put these two together and the loving scene is spellbinding and so erotic.

Any one walking in may be appalled by what they would see, but if only for a moment they would feel the most amazing sight that would stop them in their tracks and consider the thought of watching this loving scene and just enjoying every second of these two making love.

Miss Randell was becoming unsteady on her feet as an impending orgasm was swelling inside her old body. She shuffled slowly not intending to let Rose leave her sopping cunt unattended. Her arms were outstretched as she tried to find her bed and only a foot away she found it Momentarily Rose broke away as Miss Randell sat on the edge and guided little Rose back to where she was doing an expert job of pleasuring her. Rose had her tiny tongue as far as it could go inside the gaping pussy and her cute tiny nose was rubbing Miss Randell swollen clitoris. Rose’s face was the perfect size for the old woman’s enormous cunt.

Moments later Miss Randell seazed Rose;s face pushing it hard against her pussy as the impending orgasm ripped through her body. She curled her toes as her old body tensed up and the rush of ecstasy made every nerve tingle . The was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She had waited ten years for this. With years of self gratifying orgasms this sweet child had superseded all of them in one go.

Rose was surprised by Miss Randell pushing her face flush to her gaping hole but was pleasantly surprised as the old woman’s cunt explode with the most pleasant tasting liquid. Rose drank with relish every pulse of the amber nectar that filled her mouth.

Miss Randell released her grip on the child’s head and Rose was relieved she could breath again. Rose licked her lips and the and savoured the taste of her come mixed with the salty sweat of her wet face. This old woman’s cunt was a treasure trove of intense smells and tastes and Rose was so pleased that this old lady was allowing her to feast on her most sacred place.

“Oh my sweet child you are the most delectable little fanny licker I’ve ever met.” Miss Randell gasped as her body began to try and regain it’s composure from a volcanic, explosive and her most intense orgasm ever.

Rose didn’t hear her and pulling Miss Randell’s legs apart her busy little tongue began to clean every millimetre of her sodden inner thighs and hairy minge. Miss Randell’s love for this child was now consummated and could never be undone. Only one thing remained and Miss Randell began to envisage how she would show Rose all she new and give this precious little girl the best lesson she could give in her life.