I've decided to start keeping a diary because I want the journey you are about to read about recorded.
We all pretend. We all lie. We pretend that we don't want what we truly want. We pretend that we're not desperate. We pretend that we're satisfied. We pretend that we're happy.
I had wanted Clare for some time. Since she was born, actually. She was my brother's daughter and I pretended that I loved her only as an uncle should. I pretended that her naked body did not turn me on. I pretended that I was indifferent to her bare vagina when I was bathing her. I pretended that my feelings for her were purely platonic. And I certainly pretended that sex with a five-year-old was something I would never - not in a million years - consider. Then I stopped pretending.
I have just licked Clare's incredibly delicious snatch for the first time. I am in heaven. She was asleep. She was lying in her bed with the covers pulled back. It's been a hot day and the evening hasn't brought much relief. Clare was asleep with only her little pink top on and no panties. I entered her room quietly, knelt beside her and licked her belly. I circled her belly button with the tip of my tongue and tasted her soft, tender flesh. She tasted delicious. She was warm, too.
I parted her legs cautiously - being careful not to wake her - and lifted them slightly. Then I began to kiss the top of her slit. I kissed it slowly, lovingly and passionately. I sucked it as I kissed it and I worked my tongue between the puffy, little girl lips and showered some real attention on her baby clitoris. I loved the way she tasted. I smelt piss and sweat in her slit and I noticed that the area immediately surrounding her fuckhole was like a cauldron. It was as if all her heat was centered there.
I stopped a couple of times to check that Clare hadn't woken. I was being very careful. I didn't want her to know what I was doing. I was turned on by the idea that I was "molesting" her, but I didn't believe that I was doing her any harm. I wasn't. But the specter of "molestation" made what I was doing all the more exciting. I'd only read about molesting a child before - and I'd seen pictures, too - but I never thought I'd get to experience a little girl's body myself - not first-hand, anyway. Now I had.
As I licked Clare's cunt (I love calling it that), I kept thinking about her other hole just an inch below. I wanted that, too. I wanted to know how her child's bottom would taste. Would it be as hot as her vagina? Would it be as tender and yielding?
But first I opened Clare's "petals" up because I wanted to see her cooch up close. I'd seen plenty of cuntholes before and I'd loved and adored them, but I'd never seen a five-year-old's cunthole - not for real, anyway. I spread Clare's soft lips with both my thumbs and stretched them until her tight little pisser was visible. It looked amazing. It was pink and moist and an acrid, overpowering scent emanated from it. It was strange. Although little Clare was only all of five, her cunt already made a statement. It was well worth my efforts.
I kept Clare's petals well spread and ran my tongue across her hole. I inhaled her aroma, drawing it deep into my lungs, and I pushed my tongue a little way into her opening. It was incredible. It tasted of piss and sweat and "female". The heat it radiated rendered me drunk with pleasure and I found myself fighting a murderous urge to fuck Clare - yes, to actually penetrate the young, ripe vagina of my delicious niece. Visions of spilling my cum into Clare's womb assailed me. Sucking her clitty and giving her an orgasm became an insistent fantasy as I sucked her steaming piss-hole.
But instead of taking that particular detour, I slid my hand under the small of Clare's back and lifted her up. This gave me easy access to her anus. I opened her legs wider and spread her cheeks. Finally, her little pink anus revealed itself. Wasting no time, I immediately began to lick it - or, to be more precise, to "clean" it. I don't know why, but whenever I'm licking a woman's asshole, I always see myself as performing the act of "cleaning" it. Clare was no exception. I licked around it before I licked inside it. I sniffed it and probed it with the tip of my finger. I put my mouth over Clare's cunt and then licked my way down to her anus. I made it gape, too, by opening it up from both sides with my thumb. When it was open wide, like a mouth, I pushed my tongue inside it and pressed my lips against the outer muscles. I loved the way Clare tasted. I felt so lucky to be the first one to have oral and anal sex with her. I felt so fortunate to have molested her, to have tasted her girly openings for the first time.
I didn't want to hurt Clare - that was never my intention. That's why I didn't fuck her or fill her with cum. When I had finished with her, I slid my hand out from under her back and placed a sheet across her. I really felt like jerking off into her sleeping mouth, but I resisted that also. I didn't want any trouble. Not from my brother. His wife, my sister-in-law, was another can of worms. I'd already fucked her on several occasions. She enjoyed hard cocks in her butt. And cum. She loved cum.
When I was eating Clare's backside - with even more hunger than I ate her mother's - I did consider that the little moppet would probably take after her mother in the anal sex department. I sure hoped so.
14th May 2001
I didn't sleep too well last night. I was thinking about Clare a lot. I kept smelling her on my fingers. She smells so good.
She came down to breakfast this morning looking fresh and revived. I gave her some Corn Flakes and toast and I gave her a good morning kiss, too. I barely resisted the urge to reach into her panties and fondle her.
I took her to the shopping mall. I didn't expect her sister Cathie home until 4pm. Cathie had been staying with some friends across town. I don't know if I mentioned it, but my brother Kel and sister-in-law Ronnie were in Hong Kong for ten days on business. They ran a computer software company and an emergency had come up.
Clare threw on a knee-length dress to go to the mall. She looked great. I tied her hair in pigtails and didn't object when she wanted to try on some of her mum's lipstick.
Before we left, I went into Clare's bedroom and ran my hand over the sheet where she'd been lying - where I'd eaten her for the first time. I got a huge erection and felt uncertain as to whether I'd be able to keep my hands off her for the day.
The mall was jam-packed. It took almost half an hour to find a park and I fought off a constant desire to reach into Clare's panties and fingerfuck her ass. We headed straight for K-Mart. I told Clare I'd like to buy her some new underwear. Clare loved the idea. I selected several pairs from the shelves and disappeared into a dressing room. Claire removed the pair she was wearing and gave them to me to hold while she tried on the new ones. When she wasn't looking I sniffed the warm panty-crotch. It was intoxicating.
Clare was happy with the fit of her new panties and showed them to me. They hugged her tight little bottom and amply wrapped themselves around Clare's pear-shaped crotch. I agreed with Clare that her panties looked great and patted her gently just above the slit. Clare picked out three more pairs and I told her we could exchange them later if they didn't fit right.
By two-thirty our shopping trip was over.
Clare tried the rest of her panties on when we got home. She removed her dress (because she was hot) and stood in front of the mirror to stare at her soft, undeveloped body.
When she was facing the mirror with her back to me, Clare's pert, perfect little bottom looked amazing with her new panties pulled tautly across her cheeks. I wanted to drop to my knees and eat her crack without a moment's hesitation. I already knew what Clare's shitter tasted like. It tasted delicious.
Throwing caution to the wind, I knelt beside Clare and, giving her a big smile, slipped my hand down into the back of her panties. I left it there just long enough to run my finger down her crack, but not long enough to frighten her. "You look beautiful," I told her. "You hungry?"
Clare nodded and asked if she could keep her new panties on. They were pink. "Of course you can," I said.
I went downstairs to prepare afternoon tea for Clare. The clock on the wall told me that it was now after four o' clock. Cathie would be home at any moment.
Cathie is twelve. She's a brunette, although Clare is a blonde. She's darker-skinned than Clare, too. I have always suspected that she is not really my brother's daughter. I can't believe he hasn't suspected it.
When Cathie arrived home she headed straight for the bathroom for a shower. She dumped her panties in the laundry hamper first, so that's where I headed. I spent ten minutes sniffing her gooey panty crotch. Only God knows how it got so gooey, but that panty-crotch was filled with delicious female fuck-juice and I didn't miss Cathie's tiny shit-stains, either. No, instead of missing them I licked them up. Her little deposits tasted delicious.
Cathie emerged from the bathroom an hour later. Typical bloody twelve-year-old really. Twelve going on twenty-two. "Hi, Uncle Pete," she said as she swept into the living room and plonked herself down on the sofa opposite me. And wouldn't you know it? She was now wearing a flimsy pink nightdress and gorgeous pink panties. How did I know that? She was sitting with her legs open. It was like she was saying "I want somebody to notice me and fuck my cunt."
Clare and Cathie watched TV for a couple of hours while I prepared dinner. Now and then I'd look in on them. Cathie's legs were still open and Clare was, naturally, looking great in her knee-length skirt and fresh, new, creamy white panties.
Dinner was done by seven-thirty. The girls helped me wash up. Cathie washed. Clare and me dried. The phone rang around eight. It was Erin, one of Cathie's girlfriends. Clare and I finished drying and putting the dishes away. Then we headed upstairs because it was time for Clare to go to bed.
Clare undressed in front of me. She wasn't shy. She hung her dress neatly in the closet and removed her pretty white panties. I feasted my eyes on her ass and cunt and, without even thinking, picked her up and sat her on my knee. "Did you have a good day, sweetie?" I said. She nodded and smiled. "Me, too," I said. "You're my favourite girl."
Clare turned and hugged me. I ran my hand down her back and cupped the orbs of her bottom. Then I gave Clare's little ass crack a feel. I touched Clare's bottomhole ever so lightly. I didn't hesitate. I didn't pretend. I did what I wanted to do. Then I smelt my finger. Clare barely batted an eyelid as I pulled her into my arms and turned her around so she could straddle me. She had a leg on each side of me as I gently ground my crotch into her bald vagina. "Do you like that, sweetie?" I smiled. Clare smiled and nodded. "Yes, Uncle Pete."
At that moment I wanted to take out my cock and force it into Clare's cunt. I wanted to treat Clare like a wife. I wanted to be her man. Her husband. I wanted babies with her. I wanted to orgasm in her five-year-old womb.
I didn't. I lifted Clare off the erection in my pants and laid her in bed. I pulled the covers over her and kissed her lightly on the lips.
I overheard the conversation Cathie was having with Erin when I came back downstairs. I heard Cathie say: "What did it feel like when he stuck it in your butt?" This was followed by "Really? It didn't hurt? Wow! I wish I could try it."
I positioned myself on the sofa where I could watch Cathie on the phone. Her nightie was riding up her legs and her panties were visible. The crotch appeared to be caught in her cunt. I think Cathie caught me staring at her pussy. I couldn't be sure, but she repositioned quickly and allowed her gaze to drift back to me for just a moment.
I dreamt about drinking Cathie's twelve-year-old piss that night. If she had walked into the room, sat on my face and pissed into my mouth, I wouldn't have told her to leave, that's for sure. I would have welcomed her warm, steamy nectar down my throat.
16th May 2001
I spent the bulk of the last two days finishing my new novel. The deadline was upon me. Though I thought a lot about Clare - and a little about Cathie - I didn't allow my thoughts to handicap my priorities.
When I found myself typing THE END, I felt that it was time to celebrate. I didn't have anybody to celebrate with except Clare and Cathie.
But it was midnight when I headed upstairs to Cathie's bedroom. I wanted her. I wanted my tongue in her asshole. I was curious. So was she. She'd been giving me lingering looks ever since she'd caught me staring at her panty-crotch. She hadn't said much, though. She didn't need to.
I entered her bedroom quietly. She was asleep on her tummy with the covers on. She looked beautiful. I pulled the covers back and simply stared at her. She was perfection. Her magnificent bottom protruded beautifully. She was wearing yellow cotton panties and they were pulled so tightly across her cheeks every curve and was accentuated. I knelt on the edge of the bed and pulled them down her legs. Wow! That was my initial reaction to the sight of her bare bottom. Her crack looked delicious. Dark and forbidding, mysterious and delicious. I parted Cathie cheeks because I wanted to see her anus. I love women's anuses. I love little girl's anuses even more. There is nothing like a little girl's anus. Cathie's was exceptional. So tiny. So tight. So hot.
When I touched it with the tip of my tongue for the first time it almost burnt me. There was so much heat coming from Cathie's ass. I circled the hole hungrily and inhaled Cathie's sweet bodily aroma. There was a faint whiff of shit coming from the twelve-year-old's rectum (the dirty little hole!) and it drove me nuts. I clicked into "cleaning" mode and began work. I sucked Cathie's sleeping anus like I'd never suck another female asshole. I kissed it like an open mouth and deposited angel kisses up and down her ass crack. Her flesh was overwhelming to me. It made ever sense in my body tingle with anticipation.
I lifted Cathie up by the hips and went to work on her vagina. It yawned open for me with great generosity and permitted me to spread it wide and venture deep within. I drained Cathie of her rich girly fuck-juices and swallowed every drop. I found her developing clit and sucked it gently, drawing the moisture from its tender wrapping. My taste buds soared. I returned to Cathie's anus again and fucked it with my tongue. I wanted to know its taste and texture and I wanted to possess it. I also found myself entertaining the idea that if Cathie had suddenly started to shit, I would have gratefully placed my mouth over her evacuating hole and welcomed her brown offering into my mouth. I would then have adoringly "cleaned" her anus of any offending shit smears.
I concluded my precious time with Cathie by masturbating furiously as I stared at and ate her steaming crack. Then, when I was just seconds from orgasm, I spread her ass open with my thumbs and shot a thick streamer of sperm into her bowels. I fled from the room in silence, safe in the knowledge that Cathie had not been aware of my exquisite molestation. The drug I had laced into her desert had been a true ally.
I found myself in Clare's bedroom half an hour later. I was naked. Clare was sleeping beneath several covers because an unexpected frost had arrived early evening. Taking great care, I slipped in behind Clare and positioned myself behind her. I pressed my erection into her bare bottom as I reached around and placed a hand across her belly.
I listened to Clare's easy breathing as I took my erection and parked it against her little shithole; her darling, delicious shithole. I kissed her shoulders as I poked Clare. I wanted to go through the motions of fucking her bottom. I wanted to at least experience vicariously the ecstasy of penetrating a perfect five-year-old rectum. I played with Clare's greasy, pissy cunthole as I pretended to fuck her ass. I rubbed her slight, swollen clitoris and teased her flat, tender nipples.
As I'd expected, the fantasy became overwhelming and I could maintain it no longer. So I disappeared under the sheets and, holding Clare's buttocks up to my face, I ate it hungrily and with fierce dedication. Every time my tongue slid inside her, I was assailed by the pungent scent of the five-year-old's virgin bowels. I buried my face deep in her crack and sucked and sniffed like I was a suffocating man searching for oxygen. An inch inside Clare's bottom I discovered several small shit deposits. I worked my tongue behind them and rolled them forward into my mouth. I was in heaven! Clare's shit was like a sacrament. A gift. A magnificent offering. She made me grateful that she didn't wipe thoroughly. She made me feel lucky because I was the first to digest her body's precious brown love jewels. I fell in love with her at that moment. I secretly decided that I could not live without her. I kept her brown jewels in my mouth and bit into them slowly, savoring the taste as each precious morsel exploded between my cheeks.
21st May 2001
Things have intensified.
Clare called to me this morning from the bathroom. "There's no toilet paper, Uncle Pete." I searched for some spare rolls and found none. I searched for tissues. We were out. I'd neglected some of my domestic duties.
I knocked on the bathroom door and entered. Clare was sitting on the toilet. "What's the problem, sweetie?" I asked.
"There's no toilet paper left and my bottom's pooey, Uncle Pete."
I shrugged and the words just fell out of my mouth: "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll clean your bottom for you."
I picked Clare up and laid down on the bathroom tiles. I turned her around to face me and lowered her bottom onto my face. Then, spreading her shitty cheeks apart, I began to lick her asshole clean. I licked all the shit from around her ass and up her pungent crack. I sucked and cleaned her vagina, too, and managed to remove any scent of piss and feces. Clare giggled and moaned as I tongued her thoroughly and didn't seem at all shocked or disturbed by my actions. She saw what I was doing as helping her - which I was, of course, though I was also getting to enjoy the fruits of her delicious, young body at the same time.
"What do you say, sweetie?" I said as I finished kissing Clare's cunt and ass and placed her upright again. "Thank you, Uncle Pete," she said. I patted Clare's bottom and helped her back into her panties and dress. She looked totally gorgeous in her pink Digimon panties and crepe dress. She was every inch a beauty.
For the first time I kissed Clare on the lips as I lifted her up to my face. I licked the top of her lip and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I fondled her cunt through her panties quite openly as my tongue found Clare's. I sucked it lovingly and devotedly and pushed the girl away so I could kiss her mouth from corner to corner. "Uncle Pete loves you very much, sweetie," I told her (and meant every word). "You're the most special girl in the whole wide world."
That same night I had full intercourse with Cathie while she was sleeping. I came in her (a lot) and I took photographs of her cum-filled vagina. I posted the pictures on my favorite newsgroup.
I haven't fucked her ass yet, though, but I will.
26thth May 2001
My brother's been back for a couple of days now and I haven't had a chance to be with my five-year-old princess. I miss her cunt and anus so much. I miss kissing her, too. She loves me sucking her tongue.
I've been jerking off to the picture of Cathie's cunt. Now I wish I'd taken photos of Clare.
9th June 2001
I babysat Clare last night and she's still here. Kel and Ronnie brought her over last night . They were heading interstate for the weekend. Another business emergency.
We had a wonderful night together.
I gave her some new panties. She wanted to try them on in front of me. We moved to the bedroom. She stood up on the bed to show me how they looked. I encouraged her to wriggle her ass and strut her stuff. I want her to act slutty. I loved watching her changing from one pair to another because that gave me a chance to see her slit. My slit. She was my girl, so her slit was mine. I found it so hard not to just attack her and penetrate her. She looked absolutely mouth-watering. The panties I'd gotten her were all tight. They accentuated her body - especially her ass and crotch. I loved her crotch in panties. "Crotches for cum" was an old porno slogan that sprung to mind as Clare modeled her delectable young body for me.
After Clare had decided which pair of panties she wanted to leave on, I stripped off to my underwear and joined her on the bed. I felt pretty proud of my own body as I sat beside my little girl. I worked out every day and prided myself on being slim and trim. I've always believed that a guy has to look good for his girlfriend; it's a mark of respect. No matter how old your girl is, every girl likes an attractive partner. I'm sure Clare would be no exception.
I laid down beside Clare and lifted her up onto my belly. I hugged her tightly and worked my hand into the back of her panties. I found her asshole and poked my finger a little way into it - then I brought my finger up to my nose and sniffed it. Oh, God. I just loved little girl smelly bottoms. I never really imagined how intoxicating a little girl's unwiped bottom could be. You don't imagine such things, I suppose, because being there is the kick. And suddenly I was there. I was lying on my bed with a panty-clad five-year-old whose unwiped bottomhole was yearning to be licked, sucked and kissed.
So I sat up and told Clare to get on her hands and knees. I inserted the tip of my finger in Clare's bottom and put my finger under her nose. "Smell your bottom, sweetie," I said. "See how good it smells." Clare smelled her bottom and smiled. "You like that?" I asked. Clare nodded. "Now I'm going to use my tongue on you like toilet paper," I said. "Would you like that?" Clare nodded. She obviously remembered the first time I'd made her 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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