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From: Ed Fredenburgh <edmac41@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Swimming with Jess
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*Swimming with Jess*

(Mg, extr ped)


*One summer I helped Jess learn to swim. *

*And that led on to teaching her other things.*


I was visiting my niece Sarah and her family, including Jess, her 4-year
old daughter, and her son Toby, a year older. Came the kids' bedtime, and
Toby asked me to read him a story. So I did. Then Jess called from her room
that it was only fair I should read to her too. So I went in, and asked
which book she wanted. She picked a long one, and I groaned. But I took it
down and started to read.

I sat on her bed and she knelt beside me, her knees together; she was
wearing her little white knickers and nothing else. As I read I began to
stroke her bare spine, round her little waist, down along the top of her
little thighs, then away to her shoulders, her black hair, then her back
again, keeping away from her cute little round bum. I read on.

She was still kneeling with her legs together, but I stroked back and forth
along the top of her thighs. After a while I gently pushed my hand down
between her knees and drew it slowly back towards her crutch, finally
stopping to hold the edge of my hand in the faintest contact with her
knickers. Probably not enough for her even to notice. I kept my hand there,
squeezed between her closed legs, not moving, and carried on reading as if
I was unaware of anything but the story.

            Gradually I began to put a slight pressure on her vulva through
her knickers. She didn't respond, and I began to make infinitessimal
movements from side to side against her crutch; then stop; then the same
again, up and down; but almost imperceptible. I was slowly, gently,
masturbating her clitoris hood. For some minutes nothing happened. Then she
interrupted my reading.

            "I'm not ticklish!" she said boldly. "Try and tickle me!" I
tickled her waist and under her arms, but she said triumphantly,

            "See! I'm not ticklish anywhere!" Then:

"Tickle my bottom!" she demanded loudly. So loudly that, concious of her
parents downstairs and her gran who might be anywhere, spying, I snatched
my hand away from her and said, equally loudly, "No, no, no! Just lie down
or I won't finish the story."

And, surprise: moments later her gran appeared at the door - why? To check
everything was in order and I wasn't molesting her grandchild? Because
she'd heard Jess's invitation?

So I left Jess alone, but with the knowledge that she had, at only 4 years
old, a functioning clitoris which was easily aroused and gave her a
pleasure that she wanted. After that scary incident I was careful, and only
touched her a couple of times when she was in a suitable position--like,
sitting behind me on the sofa with her legs apart, playing TV games with
her brother who knelt on the floor in front of us, oblivious as I
innocently reached back as if to support myself and pushed the edge of my
hand gently into her open crutch.

Then in the summer her parents got the swimming pool cleaned and heated,
and invited us round. By now I'd managed to build up a fairly safe
reputation as the elderly relative who loved the kids and was good at
playing with them.

When I arrived at the house, all four kids - Jess and her elder brother,
and her two cousins - were already splashing about in the pool. Not only
that, but Jess and her brother were swimming naked, and I had some trouble
masking my delighted shock and my urge to leap straight in with them.

After a dignified period of conversation with parents and gran on the seats
round the pool (strategically placed to spot anything untoward, like an
imminent drowning or a stray hand between young legs), I changed and dived
in with them.

Jess wanted to go to the deep end, but she couldn't swim yet; so I devised
a titillating game in which she worked her way along the side rail to the
deep end, grabbed me round my neck, and held on while I swam to the shallow
end. This was under the eagle eye of the adults, but I did manage to reach
behind me before each start, cup Jess's tiny, gorgeously tight bare bottom
in one hand, and hoist her little naked body in position on my back. We did
this each time, my thumb often sinking between her legs to rest against her
labia. I was pretty sure she was aware of this.

The following summer I went there again for pool time. I was amazed to find
Jess was now swimming confidently. Apparently she'd decided one day she was
going to swim properly, walked to the deep end, and jumped straight in! And
swam, of course; otherwise it's unlikely I'd be telling this story. She was
good enough that all four kids and I could play tag in the pool.

That was great: being chased through the water by Jess, and by her lovely
redhead cousin Sasha, and having licence to touch them when it was my turn.
Of course the two boys were involved as well, but I only needed them as
cover.

I managed to drag my arm underwater between Sasha's legs a couple of times,
but for once she was more into the game than exploring her sexuality. But
Jess, at the side of the pool out of adult sight, caught my hand between
her thighs as I tagged her where I shouldn't, and gripped it there. She was
looking up at me with a sort of shy determination which felt very much like
a silent message. I said, talking on my usual two levels to send a
different message to the adults, "Let go, Jess! You're supposed to chase
me, not hold on to me!" But she didn't let go.

"If you don't let go, I'll have to tickle you!" I threatened. She was
smiling a challenge.

My fingers were squeezed between her upper thighs, but I reached up with my
thumb to stroke her. I felt it slide into the groove where her swimsuit
pulled in between her labia; I felt the lower end of her vulva, down by her
bum hole, then as I dragged up, my thumb sank minutely as it slipped along
her vulva; up further, till I could feel it emerge at the top, over the
tiny bump of her clitoris.

Two long strokes and a wiggle over her clit bump; then I broke away before
anyone noticed, and swam to the other end of the pool. Jess swam after me,
came up close and whispered "Do that some more."

"I can't here. We'll be in big trouble if they catch us doing it." But I
was glad she'd recognised the need for secrecy.

Later that evening, after her cousins had left for home, I told her to ask
her mum if I could read to her again. I held my breath till her mum said
yes, after she'd washed and changed into her nightie, brushed her teeth,
and got into bed.

When she'd done all that she called down from her room, and I stood up,
trying to look slightly martyred, and climbed the stairs. Jess was lying on
her back under her duvet, with a book ready on the pillow.

As I sat down she quickly flipped the duvet aside and back over her
again--just a flash to show that she'd pulled her flowery blue nightie up
round her waist to give me a quick glimpse of her nakedness below it.

"Ah god, Jess," I whispered, "you look so beautiful." And I leant down and
kissed her little nose. She turned her head away shyly, but she mumbled
something into her pillow. I leant closer.

"What did you say?" I asked quietly, leaning closer and kissing the side of
her neck.

"Tickle-me-there-again!" she babbled in a rush of embarrassment, covering
her face with her arms.

"It's too dangerous," I said. "Your mum and dad would be furious if they
found out. I'd be in really big trouble."

"I know," she said, turning to face me and looking earnest, "but I won't
tell."

"Are you sure you can keep it secret? Even from Sasha, or your best
friends? Or your gran?"

"Yes, yes, yes," she said, with something near annoyance, "I'm not a baby!"

"Ok big girl. Well, give me the book so I can pretend we're reading if
anyone comes upstairs."

Five years old, I thought, and she understands. I sat beside her, took the
book in one hand and slid the other under the duvet. I tickled her feet and
made her giggle; then I stroked slowly up her little calves.

"Open your legs, lovely," I whispered between reading aloud, and she did. I
ran my hand slowly up her warm thigh and on to the small swell of her
tummy. I slid my palm over it and round the sides of her waist, then
gradually down to the heartstopping swell of her little pubic mound. I
pressed gently on it with the heel of my hand, felt with two fingers for
her warm, dry slit, and eased it open. I laid one finger along her slit and
nudged it from side to side, pressing in gently.

"Is that how you like it?" I asked, and she nodded.

Her slit was dry, so with both fingers I gently squeezed the hood of her
tiny clitoris and massaged it up and down. She wriggled.

"Oo, I like that," she whispered, and spread her legs wide apart under the
duvet. That had the effect of opening her labia, and my finger slipped on
to her virgin vestibule. She sighed.

"Yes, tickle me there," she said.

After a bit I felt her juices begin to wet her inner lips. I dragged the
moisture up to her clitoris and began rubbing it. She was giving little
wriggles under the duvet, turning me on so much I had to look. I pulled
back the duvet and gazed at her lying there, a little squirming body, now
reaching down to cover her fanny. I gently took her hand away and pushed
her legs up to show her vulva and the dark crease of her bum slit below it.
Her labia were beginning to glisten with a skim of her juices. I put my
mouth over her cunny and sucked all of it in; held it in my mouth; and
butterflied round her labia with my tongue.

"You're licking my pee-pee!" she whispered delightedly. "It tickles!" she
added, but clearly liking it. I stopped sucking and released her labia:
they were rosy pink and  swollen, with her tiny clit peeping out.

I held them open and reached down with my tongue to lick from her small
puckered anus, wiggling it between her legs and dragging it up to her open
fanny area. I paused on the edge of her little pink cave.

"Go on," she whispered urgently, "go on, lick me there."

I licked her there: she shuddered and gave a little moan of pleasure. I
pushed my tongue between her outer labia and trailed it over her inner
ones.

For quite a while she lay still, pleasured but not responding, apart from
occasional sweet moans and a bit of wriggling. I wondered if it was
possible for a girl so young to have an orgasm.

With the tip of my tongue I searched for the entrance to her vagina. I
couldn't feel it: almost as if she didn't have an opening at all. Then I
found it, in the soft wet face of her vestibule; but so small. Surely I
couldn't get into it. Jess gave a little giggle.

I prodded carefully round the edge with the tip of my tongue until at last
I felt the tender surface give way and the mouth of her vagina open
slightly. Jess gave little gasps. The entrance seemed tiny. I nudged at it,
and it gave way a little more. It also got wetter. With the increased
lubrication I was able finally to slip in a little way.

Jess was wriggling under me and making little murmuring noises. She held
her hands over her mouth. I withdrew my tongue, then pushed in again. She
gasped louder. I pulled out, pushed in again, and began tongue-fucking the
first inch of her tiny, tight hole.

"Ooh," she whispered, "that feels really lovely."

I wiggled my tongue in the mouth of her vagina, then slipped it slowly out
and dragged up her short slit till I reached the little nub of her clitoris.

"Oh!" she squeaked, giving a couple of jerks off the bed.

"Does that feel nice?" I asked.

She said nothing; but suddenly she reached down to my head, and at the same
time she bucked her little bottom in the air. I wrapped her legs round my
neck, slipped my hands under her small tight bottom and began gently to rub
her bum hole with my little finger. At first she didn't move. Then she
began to jerk herself from side to side, and then to push up against my
mouth.

I withdrew for a moment and gazed at her sweet vulva, its outer lips
swelled and blushing pink from the excitement; her inner lips a tiny fringe
of wet membrane inside; and between them, the minute hole of her vagina
mouth, also dark pink and slightly open.

"Don't stop, then," she said in a commanding whisper. "Do it some more."

I put my thumbs on either side of her vulva and pulled it open: I leaned
down and kissed her on her wetness. I nibbled gently with my lips on her
soft folds, first round her vagina and then gradually up between her lips
till I found her tiny clitoris hood. I put one hand on her little tummy,
where it curved down to her pubis, and pulled it up away from her vulva. I
watched closely as her tiny clit emerged from inside its protective sheath:
a miniature pink pearl, glistening with her wetness. I breathed on it, and
she shuddered. I touched it with the soft tip of my tongue, and she jumped.

"Oh! oh, that feels best," she whispered hoarsely. "Lick me just there,
it's lovely... oh-oh-oh, do it more." And I did. Jess's little bum was
squirming and making exciting little contractions, her legs were jerking
open, clamping shut on my head, spreading wide again; her head was rocking
from side to side on the pillow. Still pulling her hood back, I stroked her
tummy and waist with the same hand, and the inside of her little thighs
with the other, while I pushed my finger into her minute vagina mouth and
licked and sucked on her clit. The scent of her little-girl sex was
wonderful - a subtle dark, musky wetness that made my head spin.

There was a creak on the stairs along the corridor. I pushed her legs down,
grabbed the book and pulled the duvet back over her. I was reading softly
as her dad came into the room. He stood there watching us curiously. I gave
him a brief smile and turned back to read on.

And then I noticed Jess. Eyes shut, mouth open, she was having a series of
obvious spasms, gentle but uncontrollable, and right in front of her dad. I
thought quickly.

"Try holding your breath again, Jess," I advised coolly. And I explained to
her dad that she'd been having hiccups and they'd just started again. He
chuckled paternally, kissed her on her forehead and went out: I heard him
go downstairs. I prayed he hadn't noticed the faint, delicious aroma of
little-girl sex.

Quickly I reached back under the duvet and found Jess's wet clit. She'd
been interrupted in mid-orgasm and it wasn't too late to complete the deed.
I began to stroke it, but in only a couple of seconds she gave a loud yelp
- thankfully sounding like a hiccup gone wrong - and went completely rigid.
Her motionless spasm held her for a long moment; then she began trembling
and jerking wildly up and down, pulling my fingers hard into her vulva. At
last she sank back on the bed with a huge sigh, and everything relaxed.

"Oh wow..." she murmured. "Oh wow, that was..." She couldn't finish the
sentence.

"That was... your first orgasm," I grinned, giving her a big cuddle. "How did
it feel?"

"Oh wow," she repeated, "it was scary, but... oo, it was just... lovely... and
now I'm all tingly and I think I've wet myself, and... well, it *was* quite
scary."

"You haven't wet yourself, darling," I told her. "It's just your very own
sex juice, that comes out of... there. See? And the only thing to be scared
about is if your mum and dad ever find out. Or anyone, cos they might tell
on us. So it's got to be our absolute secret. Do you think you can keep it
a real, special secret, lovely?"

I covered her with the duvet. She gazed up at me and a sly grin came over
her face.

"Well..." she said mischievously, "well, only if you promise to do it again!"

"What, now?" I said, in some disbelief.

"No, I mean... you know, next time you come." A pause. "Well, yes, maybe now?
Can we do it twice?"

"We can try," I said. I hugged her again and kissed all over her face. And
then I pulled back the duvet and spread her little legs again.

"Yes, yes, yes! Lick me there again! Put your tongue in me!" she whispered
excitedly. I did. I sucked up her juices and pushed my tongue back into her
tight vagina mouth, with my nose again sliding over her clit. And this time
she came in a few minutes. I found it amazing that she had the instinct to
pull her knees right up to her shoulders, with her legs wide apart; and I
stretched my tongue into her sweet vagina till I could feel the soft
barrier of her hymen. She remembered the last time and wrapped her legs
round my neck. As I kept tonguing and licking and sucking into her open
vulva, she whimpered and jerked and beat her body up at my face and ran
with sex juice.

This time she didn't go into a rigid spasm but she was gasping loudly and
pulling my hair. I just had time to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle
her yelp as she clung to me like a squirming limpet. She kept giving
darling little jerks against me, while I stroked her bottom and licked
along her tummy and up to her tiny pink nipples. She hugged me tight.

"Ok, lovely," I said, as she sank back in wasted mode, "that's quite enough
for your first time. I'm going down to the others or they'll think I've
read you a whole encyclopaedia. Now *don't* forget this is a total secret,
or next time I'll push a balloon into your vagina and blow it up till you
float away!"

She giggled, and then looked serious.

"I really, *really*, won't tell *any*one. Not even my best friend," she
said earnestly.

I lifted her legs high and wet-kissed her little bum hole.

"Ooh, that's so *rude!*" she squeaked, giggling as she dived back under the
duvet.

"Night-night, love-girl," I said, kissing her. "Sleep well and never tell."

And I left her and went downstairs to my role as the good uncle, wiping my
face on the way.
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