Torri

By Leslie Schmidt

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble?" Anna said as she gathered up her coat.

"Heavens no!" I replied. "I'll enjoy it. It's been a long time and I've missed little girls."

"You have fun with Uncle Timmy," she said to the toddler. The little girl looked up from her dolly. "He's going to watch you for tonight."

The little girl turned her attention back to her toys.

"I've put a couple of nappies in her bag. She's good about asking to go to the lew but she still sleeps in a nappy."

"That's fine, I've changed babies before."

Anna walked over and picked her daughter up, hugging her. "Give me a kiss honey. Mum's going bye bye."

"Bye bye mummy," the little one chimed, then planted a kiss on her mother's lips. The two hugged, then the child turned again, stretching down toward her toys. "Bye bye, honey, see you tomorrow," Anna said as she put the child down, patting her on the back.

I ushered my cousin out with more assurances that her little girl would be fine. I stood in the doorway, where I could watch the lovely child while her mother backed out of the driveway and headed down the street.

I closed the door, then went back and sat down on the sofa, watching both the game and the girl, more the girl than the game.

Torri is about three months past her second birthday, well shy of a meter tall and not yet 12 kilos. She has a round face, wide set eyes and a small mouth. Her chestnut hair is cut short, not reaching her shoulders, and curly. Her mother had painted her fingernails a subtle greenish silver that went with her hazel eyes. The rest of her I had never seen, but that was going to change.

She was wearing a light blue shirt, one with a small decorative collar and two loop type buttons in front, and jeans shorts, ones with an elastic waistband. She had pulled off her white sandels, they were on either side of the room, and seemed perfectly contented to sit a play with a couple of plastic baby dolls, one naked, the other wearing only a dirty shift.

This lasted for about ten minutes before she started exploring the house. She went around the room, looking at all the furniture, pushed a couple of random buttons on the DVD player, then made her way into the kitchen.

In anticipation of the toddler's visit, I had made some efforts to child proof, the dish soap was over the sink, the glass bowls up high and there were plastic fillers in the unused plugs, but I intervened when she pulled open the fridge.

"Drink?" I asked, standing over her, my hand on the open door also.

She smiled and nodded. "Apple juice," she said.

I was prepared for this and soon she had a sipper cup of juice with her as she wondered around the place. In my bedroom she looked through some books and then at some magazines on the floor. She didn't seem too interested in the pictures of groups and couples in various sexual Olympics. She went on and looked into the bathroom, then walked out into the hall. In my spare bedroom she found her overnight bag, looked in the closet, then came out. She looked into the bathroom, then turned to me, "Potty?"

My heart quickened a bit. "Sure, good girl to ask."

I took her into the toilet and stood her with her back to the lew, I sat on the edge of the tub. I was breathing hard as I pulled at the hips of her pants, uncovering white panties with yellow pokemon characters. Then, while trying to control my breathing, and with my cock trying to rip out of my pants, I pulled down the panties.

Torri still has chubby thighs and a round tummy. Her sex is another little bubble under her stomach, there's almost a crease across above it. Her slit is really quite small, pretty much only between her legs, not extending up the front of her mons much.

With her pants around her ankles, she tried to push herself up on the seat, I gave her some help, feeling her ribs through her shirt. Then I watched as the tiny stream of urine spurted out from between her pussy lips and tinkled in the water. It lasted for only a few seconds before petering out, then a couple of small spurts, then a drip or two. She leaned back, her hands on the seat behind her, and spread her legs further, showing me her puss with a questioning look on her face. "Wipey?"

I caught my breath and my blood pressure went critical. It was with a shaky hand that I took a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped the drops of piss off the tiny pussy. She slid off the seat and turned around, showing me her butt, while she, on tip toes, reached up and flushed. She shuffled back, then tried to pull her pants and underwear up as one and got them tangled and jammed. I helped her, first disentangling the panties and working them up. I couldn't help it, I just had to cop a feel. Her mons was soft and warm, that's really all I could tell from the one quick pass of my finger along the child's sex.

We went that afternoon and spent some time at the stores, not really shopping but as a distraction, then to a playground where I pushed her in a swing and then let her climb around on the smaller playset. I took some pictures of her there, cute shots of a cute little one having fun. Then we headed home, it was about dinner time.

I don't know how much of the macaroni and cheese with hot dog wheels got in the child, on the child, on the floor, in the hair. I tried to get her to use a spoon with no luck and watched as she played with her food and ate with her hands. The sliced apples were more of a success and she did use a spoon with the ice cream but it was definitely bath time when we were done. I cleaned her up as best I could with a wash cloth, then she sat on the floor while I quickly did the dishes.

I was nervous and jumpy as we walked to the bathroom. While I started filling the tub, she tugged her clothes off and I was rewarded with the sight of the naked little girl when I turned around. She's still got a lot of her baby fat, false rises under her nipples, chubby arms and thighs. My cock was really straining as I stood her in the tub, then used the hand shower nozzle to wet her down.

I didn't use a wash cloth, I used my hands to soap her up. First, I started on her shoulders. I ran my hands up and down her arms, cleaning between each of her fingers, then tickling her arm pits. That got a peal of raucous giggles and a "STOP THAT!" Then, the soap on my hands renewed, I washed her sides (more tickles), chest, and back. She splashed when I washed her belly-"That tickles!!!" She really didn't seem to notice as I slid my hand over her little butt, then worked a finger between the round cheeks and washed her bung hole.

Next I ran my hands up and down each thigh, the water was to her knees, and pushed the edge of my hand up along her pussy. I just couldn't help myself and I pointedly fingered her little puss, running my soapy finger back and forth along her crack while I rubbed my cock through my pants with the other.

We were both quiet as I soaped up her hair, she sat and played with some suds, then I rinsed with the hand nozzle. I had brought a couple of cups, bowls, and a wooden spoon in for her to play with and I left her for just a second while I went and got my camera.

As soon as she saw the camera, she started to ham it up. Rolling around in the water, smiling and making faces for me. Little ones just love having their picture taken, and Torri was no exception. Unfortunately, because of all of the suds in the water, I really wasn't able to get many really good shots, the item of importance was usually covered up. She did, for a short while, stand up and so there are a couple of frontals and one really sweet one of her ass as she bends over, her little clam poking out from between chubby thighs. In another, she's laying on her stomach and her ass makes a pink island in a soapy sea. With some coaching, I did get her to lift up on her elbows and feet, a sort of crab walk, with her hips thrust forward and out of the water, displaying her lovely pink pussy for me. As she played, I calmed down some, my cock wasn't absolutely ridged, so I stripped down too. She really didn't seem to notice, she just kept playing.

After a few minutes she was getting bored, so I lifted her out of the tub and dried her off. This time, I laid her down on a big towel and marveled at the sight. I took a couple of pictures, in one of them I had just poked at her tummy and she is laughing, her head thrown back and turned slightly to one side, one of her knees up, her hands pushing away from her tummy, eyes squeezed shut. Even though you can't see the main attraction, it's a wonderful photo, really fun and making the most out of her.

I stood her up and, while sitting on the toilet, I combed out her hair. Then I blow dried it. She shrieked with laughter when I directed the warm air at her pussy.

All dried off, we walked hand in hand back into the living room. She didn't seem to notice that there was anything different that we were naked. She went right back to playing with her dolls and a dozen or so blocks while I downloaded the camera's memory into my laptop. Then I started again, taking random pictures of the naked toddler as she played. Occasionally, when she noticed, she'd pay attention to me and the camera, then she'd be distracted and turn to something else. I got a couple of great pics of her sitting cross legged, her little clit ridge catching some air when her pussy lips were pulled apart. There were a couple more of her crawling, the camel toe just below a little burgundy bung hole.

I stopped taking pictures and started watching television. I went for a beer and brought my little toddler-slut a sipper cup with some apple juice. This lasted about 15 minutes, long enough for me to finish my beer, then the little one, beginning to get sleepy, came over and crawled into my lap. The feeling of the smooth naked skin got me instantly hard. She sat on my hip, her little legs dangling between mine, my boner sticking up against her hip. Of course, she couldn't help but brush up against it as she played with her doll. At one point, she looked at it curiously, then up at me, but when back to the doll.

Of course, I simply couldn't help it. I lifted her and turned her so she was straddling my thigh, then lay the little one back against me. My rock hard cock was along her side and shoulder blade. I could cover her entire little rounded tummy with one of my hands. The blood rushed in my ears as I moved my finger lower and felt between the smooth ridges of her cunt. She had kind of stopped moving around, trying to figure out what I was doing and I knew I had to make it fun for her or she'd be bored real fast and want to do something else. I doubt a two year old can have a real orgasm-they do play with themselves, but are easily distracted.

Torri usually gets "horsy rides" on my knee, so I started lifting my knee up and down with my stroking of her clit. This did the trick and she was soon giggling and holding on to my wrist and hand, actually pushing me against her tiny sex. Of course, my cock was getting a nice treatment squished between her back and my stomach, but it really wasn't the sort of regular, smooth stroking I really wanted.

I picked the little one up (she only weighs 12 or 13 kilos) and sat her astride my hips, facing me. Now her pussy was stretched open across my dick, what a sight. I was slouched down on the sofa and started the ride again, this time thrusting my hips up. I jumped and shook and Torri laughed and laughed. She grabbed my cock to hang on, pulling it up against her belly, pushing it harder against her pussy. The head reached to her lower chest as she hugged my rod and held on, laughing and shrieking with the "horsy ride."

I was just too turned on by the sight of a two year old hugging my cock to herself, rubbing it up and down her torso. The ride got real energetic as she clutched me, one hand half way down the shaft, the other clutching my dick head against the base of her solar plexus. The eruption was inevitable. At first, in her laughter, she didn't seem to notice the enormous gobs of slime shooting out, smearing up her chest, splashing on her chin and my stomach. When, after firing eight or ten times against the little girl, I calmed down, panting hard, she sort of pulled her hands back and looked with some concern at her cum covered fingers, then down at her chest and belly. She wiped the goo around, not knowing what to make of it-what had happened or where it had come from.

I pulled the little one up, sliding her along my softening cock and through my semen, then kissed her and told her how much I loved her. For the moment, she forgot about the cum bath she had just had and hugged my neck. I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom where I cleaned her up with a warm wash cloth, then put her in a nappy and, it being a warm night, put her to bed with nothing else. Babies sleep so soundly, hopefully I could have a little more fun later.