Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 09:15:27 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Her Eye is on the Sparrow ch3

    Meg's eyes opened. Laura stayed down, just inches from the girl's face.
They stared at each other for a full minute, Meg breathing as if she'd just
run a marathon. Finally, Meg murmured, "What the heck happened?"

    Laura smiled, and brushed a stray hair from Meg's forehead. "You just had
your very own orgasm."

    "That's an. . . orgasm?"

    "Mm-hmm."

    "Wow." Meg continued to stare into the older woman's eyes.  She seemed to
make a decision. Then she said, very deliberately,  "That. Was the best
thing. That's ever happened to me in my whole life."

    A strange, strong tingle ran through the core of Sister Laura, from deep
in her womb straight upwards, and she felt tears spring forth. She felt oddly
embarrassed. "I'm. . . I'm glad." Her lips trembled.

    Immediately, the girl's face showed concern. "What? Oh, I'm sorry.
What??"

    Laura laughed, sniffling, and lay her palm on Meg's cheek. "Nothing, no,
no, Meg. You just made me very happy, that's all." She smiled, feeling her
nose redden.

    The girl tilted her head to accommodate her teacher's hand. "Oh, good. I
thought I said something stupid again."

    "Meg." Laura leaned in and touched her nose to Meg's.  "It was the most
beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me." She kissed the pug nose, then
leaned back again. "You have never said anything that I would consider
stupid."

    The girl smiled and blushed happily, her dimples a marvel. Her eyes went
to Laura's breasts. "but when I said that about your breasts. . ."

    Laura looked down, then up again. "You were right. They are very pretty,
thank you very much." She made a prissy face and laughed. Meg did, too.

    "Yep," she said, and touched a finger to the woman's nipple. "I was
right."

    Laura's eyes immediately rolled back in her head, and she shuddered. "Oh,
Meg," she quavered, "better not do that." She pulled gently away.

    "Why? Does it hurt?"

    "No, it just. . ." Laura looked down at the girl. "You know how it felt
when I was giving you your. . .massage?"

    "It feels like that?" Laura nodded.

    "Then. . .why don't you want me to?"

    Laura wanted it, more than anything, but was leery of involving the girl
in the actual act. "They're just. . .very sensitive."

    Meg frowned and looked away. "I just wanted to make you feel. . .like you
made me feel."

    "Oh, honey." Laura took the girl's face in her hands. "Meg. I want to
feel that way. You don't know how much. I just don't know if I should be. . .
if we should be--"

    "Playing dirty games together?" Meg grimaced.

    Laura stared. "No, they're not dirty," she said thoughtfully, taking her
hands from Meg's face. "Did that feel dirty, when I was. . .massaging you?"

    Meg thought, her lower lip jutting out. "Not dirty, like bad, stinky
dirty. I mean, like, dirty in a good way, like, umm. . .," she leaned in to
her teacher, and said softly, "like it's our own secret game, and it makes us
feel all tingly in our bums."

    Laura grinned. "You little devil." Meg smiled. The woman lay a hand on
the girl's tight stomach.  She stroked languidly. "I like 'secret' games
better."

    "Then can I?"

    "Can you what?"

    Meg rolled her eyes. "Make you feel like you made me feel, silly."

    Laura heaved a deep sigh, fraught with conflict. "Oh, Meg." She smiled at
the girl. "You're not going to stop, are you?"

    Meg grinned. "Nope."

    Laura's hand slid down to the girl's open pussy, where it rested. "You
really want to?"

    "Yes!" She wiggled her bottom. "And no fair," she said as she squeezed
her thighs together, "getting me all tingly again before I do you."

    Laura plucked her hand from Meg's vise grip. "Okay, okay. . ." She sat
for a moment, and stared at her young lover. "Hmm." Now that the moment was
actually here, a reality, she began to enjoy the idea of choosing a way for
little Meg to make her come. And it's not a dream! Or is it?

    "Okay," she decided. "Up, up, up! My turn, little imp."

    Meg scrambled to her feet, as Laura lay face down on the towel. "What's
an imp?"

    "It's like a little devil." She looked back at her naked little friend.
"Like you."

    Meg grinned demonically. "Yep, that's me, I'm a devil." She put her hands
on either side of her head and pointed fingers up. "And you're an angel.
Sister Angel."

    Laura smiled ruefully. "I am not an angel, by any stretch of the
imagination."

    Meg suddenly became serious, and knelt down beside her teacher. She put a
small hand on Laura's bare back. "Yes, you are." Laura looked at her. "You're
my angel."

    Laura took Meg's hand. "You're my angel, too, little one." They smiled.

    "Okay," Meg actually rubbed her hands gleefully together, "what do I do?"

    "Alright. Go get the bag," Laura pointed to it, spreading her legs apart,
"and take out the jelly. In the tube. Right," as Meg did so. "Now kneel down
behind me." Meg dutifully knelt, amazed again at the womanly beauty of her
teacher.

    "Sister, I was wrong before."

    "When?"

    "When I was looking at your bottom before, and I said your bottom just
looked like a bottom."

    Laura looked back and smiled. "Well? What does it look like?"

    "It looks like," and the girl tilted her head, "an angel's bottom."

    "Ooh," Laura said, and wiggled the bottom, "and how do you know what an
angel's bottom looks like?"

    "I'm looking at one. I told you."

    Laura chuckled.

    Meg squeezed some jelly inelegantly into her hand. "Gotcha."

    "Yes, you did. Again." Laura rested her head contentedly on the towel.

    "Now what?"

    "Now," and the teacher gave her butt cheeks a slight squeeze, "you start
by massaging the jelly into my bottom. Just push it on in there, like you're
kneading bread. Did you ever knead bread?"

    Meg had put both hands on Sister Laura's cheeks, and started lightly
rubbing. "Need bread? Like for a sandwich?"

    "No, `knead', it means to push and pull and form into something. Like if
you're making pizza."

    "Oh yeah, I made pizza before. With my grandma."

    "So with the dough, you `knead' it, really hard, so it gets soft enough,
right?"

    "Oh, that's what you mean. `Knead.' Like your bottom's the pizza dough!"
Meg redoubled her efforts, plying the soft, white, fatty flesh of Sister
Laura's bottom.

    "Mm, yes, that's right, honey," Laura murmured, letting her bottom be
handled vigorously.

    Meg was really getting into it now. "This pizza is going to be great!"
She grunted with effort, pushing out and up on a stroke, and revealed Laura's
puckered anus. "Hey, the pink star!" She held the cheeks open, staring in
wonder at her teacher's most secret place. It  made her love her teacher, her
hero, all the more, that she would let Meg do this, would show her this most
secret spot. On impulse, she leaned in and planted a small, brief kiss on it.

    Laura arched as if struck by lightning. "OH!" She looked back. "We sure
are getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?"

    Meg blushed. "Sorry, I couldn't help it," she murmured sheepishly. "It
just looked so. . .cute."

    This struck Laura as so funny that a laugh erupted from her, along with a
small, tuneful fart. Meg was awestruck. She looked as if she'd discovered a
new invention. "You farted! I saw it!" She spread her teacher's cheeks
further apart. "I saw it!"

    Laura smiled, loving the feel of Meg's little hands holding her bottom
wide open. "What did it look like?"

    "Oh, it was. . ." she stared intently at the small opening, as if willing
it to open once again. "It was. . .so neat! It just. . .opened for a second,
like it was surprised, and it sounded like a little horn or something." Meg
squeezed the cheeks, then spread them wide again. Laura sighed. "It was so
neat! Can you do it again?"

    The idea intrigued Laura. "Well, I don't know. I can try, I guess." When
had she arrived at this place in her life, farting into the face of a sexy,
avid little fart fan? It takes all kinds, she thought, and they all seem to
be right here. She grunted, trying to give Meg what she wanted.

    "Wow. . .it's pushing out. It's pushing out. . .This is so neat, it's
like a volcano!" Finally, a little squeak burped out. "There it goes! You did
it!" She continued kneading the cheeks, grinning. "That one was more like a
little mouse. Little squeak."

    "Now," Laura slightly squeezed her cheeks together again, "are you ready
to continue?"

    "Yep." Meg squeezed her teacher's bottom hard, and shook. "I love this!"

    Laura smiled. "Good, I'm glad. Because now I want you to put your finger
into the, um. . .volcano."

    "Neat!" The girl started to plunge her finger into Laura's asshole.

    "Wait!" Meg stopped. She'd just touched the rim. "Just start by touching
it gently. It's a very sensitive place." Laura reached a hand under herself
to touch her wet pussy. "Just put a little more jelly on your finger and
start rubbing my hole--"

    "Your ASS-hole. . ." Meg declared with a grin.

     Laura smiled. "My ASS-hole. . .rubbing my ASS-hole like you're drawing a
really small circle over and over again. Okay?"

    Meg was all ears. "Okay," she murmured, concentrating, as she squeezed
more KY onto her finger. She watched, fascinated, as her teacher's fingers
caressed the open, wet, womanly pussy below. "Okay, here goes." And Meg
touched her jelly-coated finger to Laura's anus. She began circling.

    Laura pushed her bottom out more. "Mm, yes, Meg, that's right." She began
circling her own fingers against her pussy.  "That's good, honey."

    "Is this good?" Meg continued to massage her teacher's asshole lip, her
other hand holding a cheek open.

    Laura felt the familiar, flooding sensation well up inside her. "It's
very good, love." She dug her fingers into herself. "Oh, God, that is so
good. Now, Meg, honey, you can start pressing in. Just start pressing your
finger into my asshole. Slowly."

    Her little assistant, tongue stuck out in concentration, began pressing
her finger down, feeling it start to sink into the slick hole. "Like this?"

    "Ooh, God." Laura's fingers started working in and out of her pussy. It
wouldn't be long now. "Yes, Meg, just like that. Oh, honey. Use another
finger now, too, you can just start. . .Ah!. . .just start pushing them in
all the way, honey."

    Meg stared in wonder as her teacher began squirming beneath her. She
pushed a finger, then two, all the way into Sister Laura's asshole! Her
teacher began to buck, her bottom to shake.

    "OH, GOD! Oh honey, yes! Push them in hard! All the way, in and out! Oh,
God, you're making me. . .!"

    And with a cry, her other hand came swinging around to hold her shaking
cheek wide open. "Oh, Oh, Oh! Fuck me, Meg, honey, fuck my ass! Oh honey, I
love you!! God!!" And with a final flurry of violent frigging, Laura froze,
in blissful rigor, gurgled, and collapsed.



    Meg, unsure of what to do now, left her fingers in her teacher's asshole.
She felt the post-come pulsing, the little spasms, inside her teacher.
"Sister?" she whispered. "Are you okay?"

    Her teacher mumbled something.

    "Sister?" She looked at the now soft and calm bottom. "Is it okay if I
take them out now?"

    A slow giggle emerged from Lenora. She slowly turned her head. Smiling,
exhausted, she said, "yes, Meg, you can take your fingers out of my bottom
now." She giggled again.

    Meg did, carefully, and, hesitating, brought them to her nose. She
sniffed tentatively. Not bad, she thought. A little musky, a little salty,
but . . .nice. Laura watched her.

    "Is it stinky?" she smiled.

    "No, it's actually," the little girl sniffed again, "kind of nice."

    Laura rolled over. She held out her arms. "Come here, you."

    Meg smiled and entered her teacher's warm, humid embrace. She lay,
contented, on her teacher's naked body, her little head on her chest.

    Laura kissed the top of Meg's head. "Thank you, Meg. That was. .
.amazing."

    Meg's head popped up, and she smiled. "I did good, huh?"

    Laura looked at her, aware that she'd fallen madly, deeply in love with
the little tomboy. "Yes, Meg my love, you did good." She reached down and
palmed both small round cheeks of the girl's bottom. She squeezed. "You did
very good."

    Meg grinned and clenched her bottom against her teacher's hands. "You
liked my fingers in your bottom, huh?"

    "Very much. Or didn't you notice." She gave the girl's bottom another
squeeze.

    Meg wiggled her bottom in her teacher's grasp. "Do it to me."

    Laura stared.

    Meg pushed her bottom up into Laura's hands. "Please?" Impulsively, she
brought her head down and kissed her teacher's nipple.

    "Oh!"

    "Imp, imp, I'm an imp," teased Meg. "Please," she whined. "Put your
finger in my bottom? Please?"

    "Well, since you put it that way," Laura murmured. She slowly pulled the
little cheeks apart. Meg grinned in anticipation. "But I don't feel like
getting up to get the jelly. So. . ." She took pleasure in watching Meg's
eyes widen as she brought one hand to her mouth and stuck a finger in. She
brought it out again coated with her saliva. "Just as good."

    Meg watched her teacher's face intently as Laura brought the hand back
down to her little bottom. She felt her cheeks being spread again, then eek!
She jerked as a warm digit touched her poop hole.

    "Just relax, honey," whispered Laura. "Remember, it's a very small
opening. Are you sure you want me to put it inside?"

     Meg nodded.

    "Okay. First, the circling around."

    "Like you're drawing a little circle," breathed Meg, feeling her
teacher's finger delicately glide around and around the sensitive ring of her
outer asshole. It felt weird, but good weird, making her feel all fluttery in
her tummy. She felt her little. . .vagina. . . pulse in sympathy.

    "Like I'm drawing a little circle," murmured Laura, watching Meg watch
her. "How does it feel?"

    Meg shut her eyes. "Like. . .like you're already inside of me. It's
really secret." She opened her eyes.

    Laura stared. "Yes, Meg. It is really secret. And I am inside you." She
looked wonderingly at this darling young girl. "Meg?"

    The girl licked her lips. "Hmm?"

    "Do you want to kiss me while I do this?"

    Meg, very serious, nodded.

    "Come here." The little girl scooted up a bit so her face was above
Laura's. "Kiss me."

    Meg leaned in and lightly touched her lips to her teacher's. She brought
her face away just enough to focus, and stared again at Sister Laura's
beautiful face. She saw her teacher's full lips part slightly, and leaned in
to kiss her again.

    This time she pressed her lips a little more firmly against Laura's
giving lips, and felt the lips open slightly for her. She felt Laura's clean
teeth on her lips and her little tongue came out to touch them.

She tasted her teacher's sweet, honeyed breath, and felt the tip of Laura's
tongue touch her own. At that moment, she felt a warm, slick finger sink into
her little asshole. The flutter in her tummy became a fire, and she thrust
her small tongue as deep as she could into her teacher's mouth.

    Laura felt, tasted the sweet invading little tongue and moaned softly.
She opened her mouth wider and met the girl's tongue with her own, swirling,
dancing with it. Her finger sank deeper into Meg's virginal asshole as she
felt the child squirm against her. With her other hand, she stroked the
smooth back, the soft cheeks, reached down to cup the girl's bare sex.

    Now Meg was whining through her nose as she kissed her teacher
passionately. The feeling was beyond anything, beyond even what Sister Laura
had done earlier, because she felt now that she was inside Laura, and Laura
was inside her. The feeling of Laura in her bottom was so personal, felt so
deep inside her that it made her want to cry and yell and poop all at the
same time. Not poop really, but the feeling of something deep inside. And
then kissing her like this at the same time! She felt somehow that she was
part of Sister Laura, that she was connected, from her bottom hole all the
way to her mouth and back again. She wanted to eat the woman up!

    Laura was beside herself at Meg's violent reaction to this sex play. She
loved fucking the girl's sweet bottom--yes, fucking-- and was overjoyed that
Meg had initiated the tongue kiss.

    Little Meg was having fits now in her arms, screaming and moaning into
her mouth, occasionally having to come up for air, only to wriggle wildly at
another anal plunge, cry out, and lunge back down to suck greedily at her
teacher's mouth. Soon Laura felt the telltale signs of impending crisis, she
tasted it in Meg's mouth, as the child lost all control and began shaking all
over. Her little bottom began to spasm, clenching and unclenching, her legs
to scissor all over Laura's belly, and her head to shake back and forth, her
face a grinning rictus of pleasure. Presently she froze, and with a soundless
scream, fell, unconscious, across Laura's body.