Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2003 18:41:45 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: A Secret Game

A Secret Game

Written by Louisa May


    "'Evening, Miss Collins," said the doorman as he ushered Louisa into her
apartment building. "Evening, little Miss," to the diminutive Asian girl whose
hand she held.

    "Hi, Robert," answered Louisa as the two walked into the lobby. "Getting
a bit brisk, huh?"

    "Aah, it's fine. No problem," rumbled the doorman in his New Yorkese. "I
like it when it starts gettin' cold."

    "Wo-o-ow. . ," the girl's impossibly tiny voice nevertheless seemed to
fill the large mirrored anteroom. "What a neat building!"

    Louisa looked at their reflection in the wall of mirrors. What a pair!
The tallish, attractive brunette, somewhat middle-aged and flamboyant in her
burgundy scarf and cape; and the perfect little porcelain doll at her side, a
young Asian girl, maybe ten, with perfectly straight, perfectly black hair to her
shoulders. She also wore a cape, bright blue, and a small red beret.

    "We make quite a pair," said the woman, and the little girl grinned.

    "We look. . .COOL!" And she broke into a fit of giggles, her tiny hand
over her mouth.

    Louisa smiled. "Yes, we do at that." She turned to her giggling little
companion. "How much of that champagne did you have, Keiko?"

    Keiko blushed and turned to Louisa. She opened her mouth to speak, then
began to giggle again. "Oh, oh,. . .I'm sorry, Mummy. . .I only . . .ohh
heeheehee ---" and she was off on another tear, nearly doubling over in her mirth.

    Louisa's smile became a grin, as the little girl's giggle was quite
infectious. Even the doorman was smiling. Soon, the giggling subsided, and Keiko
caught her shaky breath.

    "Whew. . .I'm sorry. . .heehee,. . .no, Mummy, I really only had. .
.ehmmm. . ."


    Louisa put a motherly arm around the girl's shoulder. She considered the
exhilarating, exciting, and a little disturbing past month of her life with
young Keiko. Exhilarating, in that the burgeoning career of the young model had
been a whirlwind of success; everyone seemed to adore the little Asian nymph,
and her family's transcontinental gamble had paid off. Louisa was now Keiko's
ward in the States, and assumed all the duties of a virtual parent. Indeed,
Keiko's use of the word "Mummy" had started as a joke; it still had its humorous
side, but was now a familiar, and comforting, term of address.

    What excited and, yes, disturbed Louisa was the completely new feeling
she had for Keiko. Louisa had been in the business of child modelling for years;
she'd been one herself. When she outgrew the camera, she became a wrangler,
essentially taking care of the young talent during shoots. And she became so
good at it that she'd started her own agency, eventually taking on fewer and
fewer clients at a time.

    When Keiko came into her life, she'd just about had enough of the whole
scene. A friend in Tokyo had recommended she see this new possibility, and
Louisa, reluctantly had agreed. To SEE her, that was all she'd promised. In her
head she expected what she'd become accustomed to: a 30-year-old in a teenaged
body, smoking cigarettes and demanding the world.

    So when Keiko came timidly through her office door, Louisa could only
stare. The girl was tiny, first of all; not small, but TINY. Her sheet said
twelve, but she could have easily passed for nine. Her features, however, from feet
to hair, were absolutely perfect. That was all Louisa could think, that this
little girl was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She was dressed in
a light pastel jumper, and to Louisa, her thin legs were delightful. Louisa
realized that her feelings for this girl were brand new, and didn't really know
what to do with them. All she knew was that she HAD to be with her for as
long as she could.

    In the weeks since their first meeting, the girl and her m
anager/mother/friend had become much closer, as little Keiko sensed that not only could she
trust Louisa, but that there was a bond here that was important to her, and not
just for her budding career. Keiko needed that closeness, and became more and
more attracted to the older woman. She loved watching Louisa work on the set,
loved her strength, her confidence. And, when they were getting Keiko dressed
for a shoot, or undressed, the little girl sometimes noticed how much she
enjoyed the little touches and pats. If Louisa was busy doing something else,
Keiko would wait, rather than let an assistant dress her. The first time this
happened, Louisa was so touched she nearly cried. And Keiko stood happily, then,
to be dressed, aware of what this little event had meant to Louisa. To her
Mummy.

    . . ."I think. . .two l-i-t-t-l-e (Keiko put two fingers together to
demonstrate) glasses. Oh. No, wait." She struck a very comical "thinking" pose.
"Maybe. . .three? No, not THREE. Two. Definitely. I think. . ."

    Louisa took her hand and pulled towards the stairs. "Up, young lady. Two
or three or twenty, it is time for YOU to go to BED."

    Keiko trotted after her, whining, not too convincingly, "Nooooo, noooo, I
don't want to go to BED. . ."

    They began climbing the stairs, Keiko now in front. "Ha, I'm ahead of
you," and she stuck out her little tongue. And as she climbed, her short skirt
revealed her perfect little bottom cheeks in pink panties. Louisa breathed, then
chuckled, and began to chant, almost to herself,

    "I see Keiko's heinie, I see Keiko's heinie. . ."

    The girl's small outraged voice: "Hey, no fair!" as she put her hands
underneath to cover up the show. Instantly, she changed ideas. "I'm getting
tired, Mummy," she pouted, "Can you carry me? Pleeeeease?"

    Louisa smiled, opened her arms, and Keiko jumped in for a hug and a
carry. Her legs wrapped themselves around Louisa's waist, and she buried her face
in the woman's lightly fragrant, warm neck. So soft.  Louisa mused on the
warmth of the little girl's middle at hers, content to just feel, to imagine. Ohh,
what she could do with this darling! In my dreams.

    Presently they came to Louisa's apartment and she let herself in. She
staggered to the big couch and sat down heavily. "Wuff!" Keiko sat up and
straddled her. Now Louisa could definitely feel the heat of the little girl's lap.

    "Do the farmer," she bounced slightly.

    "Keiko. . ."

    "Pleeeeease? Do the farmer." She bounced a bit more heavily, and took one
of Louisa's hands.

    "Okay ---"

    "Yaaay!"

    "---but first let's at least take our capes and stuff off," and Keiko
dutifully gathered the doffed garments and threw them in a heap on the floor.

    Louisa sat up some and took both of Keiko's hands. She looked in the
gleeful little girl's eyes. God, she is gorgeous. So CUTE, like a doll. Oh well.
"Okay, ready?"

    Keiko nodded, expectant.

    "Okay." Louisa began by lightly bouncing her pelvis up and down, while
she singsang a little ditty in time, "This is the way the LAYdies ride. . .Walk.
Walk. Walk. Walk." And Keiko bounced along with her, ready for the next
phase: "And this is the way the GENTLEmen ride. . .trot, trot, trot, trot" which of
course picked up speed. Little Keiko bit her lower lip as she prepared for
the exciting finish: "And this is the way the FAR-mer rides. . . . "
and Louisa held the moment, looking into the breathless Keiko's wide eyes,
then let go: "Galloppy! Galloppy! Galloppy! Galloppy!" At which point all
decorum was lost, and the girl raced along in a delirium of laughter. Louisa
noticed, of course, that Keiko's short skirt rode up during this part, and her little
pantied crotch rubbed itself furiously against Louisa's own covered but
oh-so-sensitive pudendum. And that when the game was over, a panting Keiko was none
too fast to cover herself, nor take herself away from the close contact. The
little girl's face was quite flushed, as she gazed, bemused, at Louisa and
almost absentmindedly continued the lighter horsey rocking. Louisa was getting
very aroused, but wasn't at all sure if this was Keiko's intention, or even if
it was, that any reciprocity on her part would be welcome.

    To stay connected somehow, but also take her mind off this burning
puzzle, Louisa thought of another game "I know! Let's have you turn around," and
Keiko did, still straddling Louisa, so that now she faced the bathroom door --
and the full-length mirror that hung on it.

    "Now, it is time, little Keiko, for you to make your acceptance speech,
for being the best, most famous, most successful," Keiko had by now lifted her
head and put on an air of supreme stardom, "most. . .sexy," and Keiko tried to
affect a "sexy" look, blushed,made a face, and giggled, "most beautiful model
in the entire world! Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you. . . Keiko!!!" Louisa
made a breathy sound of a cheering crowd and started clapping. As little Keiko
played along, raising her arms to the mirror and settling the crowd, Louisa
admired the view from behind: the little skirt still bunched, Keiko's firm
little bottom flexing as her legs straddled Louisa, and the fine muscles of her
lithe back ripplingas she waved.  From the mirror Louisa could see that Keiko's
cotton clad little pussy still kept close contact with Louisa's, that the
girl's pelvis actually worked to keep it that way. Louisa was resignedly content.

    Keiko began: "My subjects--"

    "Subjects?? You're not their queen, you're just the best model!"

    "Yes I am too their queen. See?" She indicated the mirror. "THEY think
I'm their queen." She raised her arms again. "So I'm their queen. So there."
With a quick flick of the tongue, and a wiggle of the butt (which sent Louisa's
heart afluttering), and which sent the little skirt ariding up almost to the
girl's thin waist.

    "My subjects," with a regal look backwards, then front again, "I, your
Keiko, am so pleased that you have made me your queeEEEEEEEN!!" For Louisa had
started to tickle her, right in the soft sections of her sides. "Aaaah! Ah ha
ha haaa! Nooo, hahahaha... ." And to get "away", Keiko leaned forward,
revealing her bottom in full as it squeezed and fluttered its pantied warmth along the
width of Louisa's lap. Keiko, in a last peal of laughter, reared up and
froze. Her big grin turned almost ghostly as she gritted her teeth.

    Louisa stopped immediately. "What, honey? What??" Then she felt it. An
unusual warmth, a heat even, right at her crotch, and growing. In the mirror,
Keiko hung her head.

    "I'm. . . I'm sorry," in a tiny, almost inaudible voice.

    Louisa leaned up and wrapped her arms around her little girl's tummy.
"Keiko." She crooned, "Keiko, Keiko, Keiko. . ." She rocked slightly to the side,
to the other, and back. Then her hands went to the girl's outbent thighs, and
lightly stroked. "Honey," she murmured, "it's FINE to pee in your panties."
Keiko looked up slowly from beneath her dark hanging hair. "Really."

    Tiny voice: "Really?"

    Louisa nodded solemnly. "Really." Her hands slid upwards to scoop under
the skirt and reveal the evidence. "Besides," as they both gazed at Keiko's
slightly yellowed panty crotch, "you hardly peed at all. Look." Her hand started
to reach, then stopped. "Can I touch?" As if it were the most natural thing. .
.

    Keiko, a bit flushed, nodded.

    Louisa gently touched the damp cloth covering, thrilling at the feel of
softness underneath. The smell was intoxicating, a sharp, babylike but sexy pee
smell. "See? Just a little squirt," she smiled and Keiko smiled, too. "I'll
tell you a secret," Louisa whispered. "Want me to tell you a secret?" They both
watched each other in the mirror.

    Keiko breathed, "Yes, tell me."

    Louisa, her fingertips still loosely touching the girl's panties,
murmured, "well, sometimes, when I'm really feeling, well. . . good, or excited and
stuff, I sometimes like to pee in my panties." She watched Keiko's eyes widen.
"'Cause it feels really good, sometimes."

    Keiko was so excited she had to turn around and face Louisa directly. "Me
too!! Sometimes I do! I. . ." and she blushed deeply, "I do, I like to . .
pee in my panties. . ."
As she said this she couldn't keep Louisa's eye and looked down. Louisa's
hand went up and she gently pushed up the girl's chin.

    "Hey," she whispered. "Keiko. You want to?"

    Keiko's large dark eyes stayed on Louisa's. The woman felt like melting.
"Pee in my panties?" Louisa nodded. "Here?" Louisa nodded again, adding,
"right now."

    "But," and Keiko's little butt twitched in spite of her, "but it will get
all over you!" Keiko was blushing furiously.

    Louisa smiled and caressed the girl's flushed face. "I know it will. I
want it to." She leaned in and kissed Keiko lightly, briefly, on her little
lips. Keiko's eyes closed, then slowly opened. "I want to feel it. I do."

    Keiko gazed solemnly into Louisa's eyes for a long time. Louisa felt she
could stay that way forever, just looking into Keiko's eyes. Then the little
girl took a deep breath and let it out again. "Sure?" Louisa nodded, smiling.

    They still gazed into each other's eyes. Keiko's mouth opened slightly
and her eyes seemed to lose focus, as Louisa heard a soft hissing, then felt the
warm, warm liquid rush against her fingers and hand, then spread on her lap,
down her legs, on her belly, and down, down into her own cunny, soaking it,
heating it. Louisa couldn't help herself -- she moved her wet hand onto the
still peeing girl's panties and pressed her fingers up against the flood, feeling
the warm liquid rush, feeling Keiko's little pussy lips in the release, so
soft and soaked beneath the cotton. All this time she watched the little girl's
lovely, ecstatic face.

    As Keiko's eyes gained focus again, they looked into Louisa's with what
seemed to both of them a new kind of understanding. Keiko merely breathed in
and uttered one sound: a soft "oh!" when she felt Louisa's fingers flutter
against her pantied peeing cunny.

    As her pee dripped to its conclusion, Louisa brought up her peed-upon
fingers and held it to her nose. She smelled, then offered the finger to Keiko's
little nose. Keiko, blushing again, smelled too.

    "Mmm. . ." murmured Louisa, "smells good." She smelled again. "I like
your peepee smell."

    Keiko's lip quivered, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

    "What, honey? You don't like it?"

    The little girl shook her head and took a deep, shaky breath. "No, I DO.
It's just. . ."and she looked into Louisa's eyes, ". . .it's just, I always
like to smell my peepee, but I think oh I must be so weird, but then YOU. . ."
another tear fell, and Louisa touched it, "YOU, Louisa, my Beautiful Mummy, you
are so beautiful and strong and confident and sexy woman. . .and YOU like to
smell my peepee TOO!" And she started to cry, as Louisa comforted her and held
her. . .

    Presently, Louisa put a strong forearm under each thin Keiko leg and
lifted. "Come on, little one," as she staggered to her feet carrying Keiko before
her, legs bent and spread, "time to clean up." And she went into the bathroom
and turned on the light.

    Standing the girl up by the huge tub (square, and 6' x 6'), she
unbuttoned the blouse and took it off, then unbuttoned the skirt and let it slip to the
floor. She had done it many times at shoots, but here in her bathroom, the
effect was so much more erotic. A big factor was the now soaked and transparent
underpants the girl still had on, which showed in vivid relief the outline of
her puffy mound, and the slit between. Also, the nipples on Keiko's tiny
breasts were electric -- they stood out now like little lusty sentinels; long,
dark, rubbery tips just made for sucking. On such a tiny body, the effect made
Louisa squirm with desire. Keiko smiled shyly.

    "You're wet, too. . ." she murmured, and Louisa raised her eyebrows.

    "Okay," and Louisa began to strip. When she'd unfastened her purple satin
VS bra, she leaned over and let her breasts fall free. "Aaah," she breathed.

    "Ooooh, Louisa, your boobies are beautiful!" chirped Keiko.

    Louisa smiled, feeling her nipples harden. "You like them?" She sat on
the edge of the bathtub.

    "Uh-huhh," breathed Keiko. She moved in between Louisa's spread legs.

    "Want to feel them?"

    "Can I?"

    "Sure. Touch my nipple." Keiko did so, and immediately the nipple grew an
inch.

    "Wow! I LOVE them!" Keiko had found a new toy. She touched the other,
which responded similarly. Then the little girl started lightly pinching and
twisting, fascinated by the extent to which these rubbery bullets would respond.
They were VERY erect.

    "Okay, woooh, okay, Keiko, mmmm God, that is nice," as Louisa took
Keiko's arms and gently pulled her off her breasts.

    Keiko frowned. "You don't like it?"

    Louisa laughed. "Ohh, honey, I do like it. I love it, but if you get
started on stuff like that. . ."

    ". . .What?"

    Louisa looked Keiko square in the eye. "I'd want to do stuff with you
that. . .I don't know if I should."

    "Like what. . .stuff?"

    Louisa took a deep breath. Her nipples were still as hard as her
knuckles. "Well, like. . .like when you pee'd on me, but more."

    "More pee?"

    "No. . .kind of. . .you know how you felt when you pee'd?"

    "Yes. . ."

    "Well, there are. . .lots of. . .games and things that grown-ups play to
make themselves feel like that, only ten times, a hundred times better."

    "Let's play THOSE games!" Little Keiko stood up on her toes between
Louisa's knees.

    "We can't---"

    "Why not??"

    "--because. . .they're grownup games, and I'm not supposed to play those
kinds of games with you."

    "Why NOT??"

    "Ohh, God, honey girl," and Louisa brought Keiko in to her and embraced
her naked little body. The feel of her hard breasts against Keiko's soft face
and hair was almost too much. She held her away again. "Look. I really WANT to
play those games with you. But I can't right now." She looked tired. "That's
all."

    Keiko gazed at her friend, her new Mummy, concerned, puzzled. "But. .
.it's okay to play the peepee game?" Louisa inclined her head, then nodded.

    Keiko's face brightened. "Then we can play a poopy game!"

    Louisa looked down at the little girl between her knees, a bemused look
on her face. "A poopy game?"

    Keiko's face fell a bit when she saw that Louisa wasn't immediately in on
the fun. "Yes. . .because sometimes I. . ." and she started to lose steam,
"sometimes, like when I like to sometimes. . .peepee myself, sometimes. . .oh,
forget it." And she hung her head.

    Louisa smiled, and bent her head to look underneath the girl's covering
hair. "What, little one?"

    Keiko's head stayed down. "Nothing," she murmured.

    Louisa kissed the girl's tiny ear and softly whispered, "you like to . .
.poopy yourself?"

    Keiko nodded, blushing from head to tiny toe.

    "Hmmm." Louisa felt a strange welling of desire in herself. It was a
strange feeling, coming out of the unusual nature of this possibility. She'd never
considered poop as an element of sex play. And perhaps this wouldn't be
sexplay at all, perhaps it would just be a mildly repulsive child's game. "Okay,
let's try it." She stood and began to remove her sodden dress.

    Keiko's leaned against the tub. Maybe she'd just made a big mistake.
Maybe her beautiful Mummy Louisa wouldn't like her anymore, or worse, find her
somehow weird and unattractive! "Maybe it's not a good idea, maybe --"

    "Keiko. . ."

    "--- maybe we just take a bath, and --"

    "Keiko?"

    "Hmm?"

    "You like to poopy yourself, right?" Keiko nodded. Louisa had been
removing her dress, and now she stood, ravishing, in just her purple satin bikini
panties. Keiko literally gasped.

    "Oh, Mummy. . . you are so beautiful . . ."

    This touched Louisa so that she had to take her little wet-pantied Keiko
in her arms and hug and kiss her. She sat on the edge of the tub, Keiko
between her legs again, and murmured little endearments, kissing, hugging: "oh,
Keiko, you are so sweet to say that," and "what a sweet girl," and "ohhh, I could
eat you UP."

    All the hugs and bare skin put them in the mood to try their plan:

    Still embracing, Louisa murmured to the little girl, "okay. What do we
do?"

    Keiko blushed and giggled nervously, quite unused to being "in charge".
"Ohhh," she breathed, "ummm, maybe we could... . .ummmm. . .Oh," and she hid
her head between Louisa's soft, pliant breasts. "I can't. . ." came the tiny
muffled voice.

    Louisa stroked Keiko's soft dark hair. "That's okay, little one. Hmm,"
she thought, her other hand idly smoothing the girl's delicate back, then
patting her warm, damp little bottom. Finally: "Okay, how about this?" Keiko's head
came up, her dark eyes wide, serious.

    "We can . . .lie in the tub, and you can lie on top of me." Keiko's eyes
lit up and she grinned. Louisa smiled. "I thought you'd like that. I kind of
like it, too. . ." She kissed the girl's shining forehead, and Keiko
impulsively leaned up and kissed Louisa's mouth, then dove into the safety of her
breasts once again. Louisa hugged her tightly. "Hmmmm. . .should we take off our
panties?"

    She felt Keiko's head shake against her breasts. The feeling was
electric, sending small tickly pulses directly to her warming pussy. The muffled voice
murmured, "i like to poopy. . .in my panties. . ." This admission was
followed by a muffled, frantic little hum, as if she couldn't beLIEVE she had just
said that to her sweet mummy Louisa!

    Louisa smiled. "MMmmm, okaaay, gooood." She whispered into Keiko's ear,
"I love you telling me stuff like that! It means you really trust me. . ."

    She felt Keiko hug her harder, heard the words, "I do, I do, I do, I
do!!" Little Keiko then planted a kiss right on Louisa's chest, smack in between
her breasts. She looked up, a little tear in her eye. "I do!" Then she kissed
one nipple, then the other, then dove into the valley once again. Louisa was on
the verge of coming as she sat.

    "Alright, little one. Let's do it," and she slowly stood. Keiko stood
away, and looked again in awe at the older woman's mature, sexy body. Louisa
smiled, moved by the admiration. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her
fashionable panties. "You think I should take off MY panties?" Keiko swallowed,
feeling a rush of pleasure in her little missy. She nodded.

    Louisa felt herself blushing! She was amazed at the power of her desire.
Her lips slightly parted, she began to pull the panties down her hips. She
stepped out of them and stood upright. Keiko's mouth was open. Her finger
pointed.

    "You. . .you don't have hair either!" she breathed. Louisa smiled and
looked down at her own hairless pussy.

    "Nope." She looked up again at Keiko's wide eyes. "I like it clean and
smooth, like a baby." She chuckled. "But I have to get it waxed, twice a month."

    Keiko came closer, inspecting the beautiful phenomenon. "It's so pretty,
like a . . .beautiful shellfish!"

    Louisa laughed. "Yeah, I like my little clam." She reached down and
touched a soft, protruding lip. "My little clam's been very, very good to me." She
spread the lips slightly, revealing just a glimpse of glistening pink. "And
she sure can make me feel good sometimes."

    Keiko watched, fascinated, and not a little turned on by this display of
her beautiful Mummy's own cunny! And that it was bare, like her own!! Keiko
felt her own peepeed
little pussy warm with pleasure. She dared. "Can I. . .touch it?"

    Louisa looked at her little love. A pause. She nodded, letting her hands
fall to her sides.

    Keiko hesitantly reached a finger out, and lightly touched the bared lip.
Louisa's mouth opened, and her breathing deepened as she watched the little
girl explore.

    "It's okay," she murmured, "you can feel around." She smiled. "It doesn't
bother me. In fact I kind of like it." Kind of, my foot! She could actually
feel her juices start to flow, and drip, as another little finger joined
Keiko's exploration and began slowly pressing and sliding. . .

    "Ohhhh, honey," Louisa's head went back and a hand rested on the girl's
hair, stroking. As Keiko's fingers sank further into Louisa's moist hole, the
woman's whole body trembled. A long, slow, soft, deep orgasm blew through L
ouisa's whole being like a cleansing wind. Keiko's hand became soaked, and she
watched in wonder as her lovely Mummy moaned soft and low, and seemed to slow
dance her hips with Keiko's hand.

    "Come here, Keiko. . ." and Louisa now reached down and lovingly picked
up her little charge and hugged her close. Her face was inches from the girl's.
"You touched me so nice, little one." She kissed Keiko's button nose. "Thank
you."

    Keiko blushed, and kissed her back, on Louisa's aquiline nose. "I like to
touch you," she whispered. "It. . .makes my. . .little clam feel good, too."

    Louisa grinned and, unable to resist, kissed Keiko's cute little mouth.
She gazed at the girl's cupid face, smiling but serious, then kissed again,
this time lingering on her soft, trembling lips. Louisa's tongue touched Keiko's
lip and the girl's lips opened, welcoming it. Indeed, her own little tongue
came out to taste Louisa's, and their lips then met again, closing around the
two swirling tongues. As they kissed, with little breaths and moans, Louisa
stepped into the bathtub and slowly let herself sink to the floor. She scooted
herself down, and soon they were lying in the dry tub. Keiko noticed the change.

    From her dazed state, she looked up and around, then back down at Louisa.
"Hey," she whispered, "we're in the tub!"

    Louisa smiled. "Really?" She looked to her left at the inner wall of the
bathtub. "Yep, I guess we are. . ."

    Keiko put her little hand on the floor of the tub. "Hey," she said in
wonder, "this is WARM!"

    "Uh-huh, it's also padded. See?" And she pressed the floor, which gave
somewhat.

    "Wow. . ," Keiko marvelled.

    "Yeah, I like to take baths a lot, so I got the kind of tub I wanted."
Louisa grabbed Keiko's bum with both hands. "Like it?"

    Keiko immediately looked down at Louisa, her eyes wide and serious. She
nodded. "I like it."

    Louisa gazed up at Keiko seriously now, too. "I'm glad." She gently
squeezed the girl's bottom cheeks, and whispered, "Want to play our game now?"

    Keiko blushed and nodded. Her lips parted, and Louisa watched,
fascinated, as the little girl's face darkened with effort. They heard a 'BLAATT!"
Louisa grinned, and Keiko whimpered and buried her face in the woman's neck.

    "Hey. Hey, hey, hey. . ." Louisa playfully kneaded the damp little butt
cheeks. "That's how a good poopy starts, right? With a nice, juicy farty?" She
pulled the cheeks open and made a fart noise through her lips. A "Bronx
Cheer". Keiko giggled. "Up, little girl. Come on," she coaxed. Keiko, abashed,
brought her head up. "Kiss me," demanded Louisa.

    Keiko did, once, twice, then: "Now. Go." Louisa smiled, and Keiko's face
darkened once again.

    And this time, Louisa felt the panties tighten on the little cheeks. She
slid her palm to Keiko's crack, and felt a small lump where there wasn't one
before. Her low, honey voice murmured, "Ooh, honey, there it is, I feel it!"
She watched Keiko's face.

    The little girl's face betrayed a variety of feelings. She felt
embarrassment for the strangeness of the act, and for letting this woman she idolized
be such an intimate part of what she thought of as her own weird little
desires. She felt shame that Louisa loved her so much that she'd actually be touching
her emerging poopie! But Keiko also felt an overpowering rush of love and
affection for this woman for being a part of this; for the feeling of the poopie
coming out was so erotic, it made her feel so little-girl horny, that Mummy
Louisa's participation made her just want to. . .ohhhhhh, it was all becoming
too much. Keiko felt her soul deep, deep within, coming out to play, and she
began to moan.

    Louisa watched this play of feeling on Keiko's little face, and loved her
passionately. She grasped the girl's head and gently pulled her in. As they
kissed, Louisa felt Keiko begin grunting into her mouth. She felt the lump
expand in Keiko's panties, warm inside the soft damp cloth. The little puffs of
Keiko's grunting drove Louisa a little wild, and her hand pressed down upon the
rising lump, feeling the warmth give under her hand, feeling it spread into
the girl's now undulating crack. Keiko moaned into Louisa's hungry mouth, and
built up to another, harder grunt. Louisa, awed, felt the lump rise again, and
now she really mashed down and around, feeling the little girl's poop slide and
slither under her sticking panties.

    Keiko was going into another world now, and the amazing combination of
her wild squeals and moans, and the feel of the poopie, and the SMELL: a
pungent, earthen, Keikopoop smell that was so erotic because it WAS Keiko, because it
was Keiko sharing her most secret secret. . . with Louisa. . . all these
drove Louisa over the edge as well. . .

    She was ripping Keiko's panties down, hooking them off with her foot. .
.now sliding, slithering her body into Keiko's; now filling the lovely, creamy
poopie in and around and through Keiko's slick little pussy and bottom,
scooping to slather her own pussy, and thrilling at the warm oiliness of the stuff
on her cunt lips, inside her. . .

    Keiko was in constant motion, kissing, moaning, crying, while her pretty
little body squirmed and squeezed on top of Louisa's.

    Louisa was coming in waves. On the crest of one of these, she sat up and
lifted a leg. "Slip your leg over, honey. . . there, yeah, that's good,
honey." She leaned in and kissed Keiko hard. "Ohhh, God, little one, come here.
Ohhh. ." Louisa reached around and, putting a hand on the girl's slick, poopy
bottom, pulled in. "Let's just. . .just mush our pussies together, Keiko. .
.Mmmmmm, ohhh. . . yeah, like that. . .ohhh, God. . .is that good? You like that,
honey?"

    Little Keiko was almost riding on top of Louisa's open, meaty,
poop-slimed cunt, and she slid her little slit  against her Mummy's. "M-m-mummy. .
.ohhh. . .I love you, Mummy. . . .uhh. . .uhhh. . ." Louisa's hand on her little
bottom held the girl up, and a finger slid into the poopied crack. It found
Keiko's tiny anus and pressed. Keiko was so open and loose that the finger sank
right in, and Keiko bucked.

    "Ohhh, Mummmyy!! Ohhh. . . .ooOOOOOooohh!!" and she couldn't stay up any
longer, but fell forward into her Louisa's arms, sliding, bellying up to kiss
and kiss, "mmmMMMMMMmmh,"
and slide and slide, while Louisa's hands and warm body enveloped her,
surrounded and conjoined with her, their cries and breathings, smells and
lovings, blending, intertwining into each other. . .