The rain belted down in sheets, but she disappeared behind the house anyway with the little girl's panties that she'd found in the laundry basket inside. The rain fell on her nose as she took the scrunched-up panties out of her pocket and turned them over so that she could see if the white cotton crotch was pee-stained.
Her eyes grew large as she stared at the faint yellow stains and the small shit streak that the little girl's asshole had put there. She raised the crotch to her nose and drew the aroma deep into her sinuses, filling her being with the sweet, pissy scent of five-year-old vagina.
Her heavy boots kept the damp at bay as she turned her shoulder to the wall for support and began to lick the yellow piss stains. The odor escaped from its crusty prison and wafted up into her nostrils. She licked greedily, her tongue dashing between the piss streaks and the tiny spot of shit from a carelessly wiped asshole.
She became unsteady with lust as she reached into her own damp panties and found her aching vagina. Assuming a crouching position, she ate the shit stain hungrily from the cotton before cleaning the area with the tip of her tongue and burying her fingers far in her snatch. Then she blotted out the pee streaks with her wet lips and anointed the sacred area with kisses. The panties were still warm having just come from the little girl's luscious body. She was upstairs in the bath and soon it'd be time to get her out and towel her dry. But for now, Anna was content to suck on her panties and she was happy in the knowledge that the little girl's shit stain had not gone to waste.
The sky swallowed the sun for the last time yesterday and it had been raining non-stop since. The woods behind the house appeared dark and impregnable to Anna, but she knew that only the woods offered her the chance to run with the girl. Though much darkness lay in wait there, much freedom beckoned also and Anna could not wear the burden any longer. She had to get out and try once more. She had to pursue that dream.
So she went.
Daff asked to "go toilet" as soon as Anna finished toweling her dry. She toweled her moist bits slowly and methodically, her eyes meeting Daff's but returning inevitably to the child's smooth powdered cunt. Her gaze always found a resting-place between Daff's legs, the centre of her sexual being. The little girl's vagina was mouth-wateringly beautiful and her asshole was like a tight, brown corkscrew of forbidden, moist treasures. Daff loved it when Anna disappeared between her legs, she liked that Anna loved to drink her pee and lick her smelly bottom clean.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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