Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2002 21:04:05 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Saturday AM Revelation ch.3

    As I felt my dear little friend begin to calm, as the bottom spasms
eased, and the kissing softened, I slowly slipped my long finger upwards
from the creamy folds of her little pussy. The finger's oily tip stopped at
the tiny, moist entrance to Lisa's bottom and pressed lightly.
    The little girl's kissing stopped and her eyes widened. Our lips still
locked together, my eyebrows lifted in response, and I jiggled the finger
lightly into the tiny asshole.
    Lisa giggled and broke the kiss, panting happily above my face. "Hey,
you were inside my BOTTOM! That's where I POOP!!" she whispered, grinning,
and squeezed her little ass cheeks together around the invading finger. And
she blushed, burying her face in the hollow of my neck again.
    "I know!" I whispered into her ear. "And that's where I want to KISS
you!" The girl's head popped up, eyes wide, comic astonishment. My finger
came away.  "You stay right here," and I rolled out from under, and
knee-walked to the foot of the bed.
    "Hey, you're naked!" Lisa'a eyes were wide as she turned to look.
    "Uh-uhh!" I pointed. "Back over, you! You can look at me later." And
she flopped dutifully back over.
     Oh my good merciful Lord in heaven, what a beautiful sight: my
sister's little daughter Lisa laid out on her stomach before me, clad in
nothing but yellow Powerpuff-Girl cotton undies. The little girl playfully
squeezed her bottom in and out, peeking back from beneath her pixie
pigtails.
    I put a hand on the inside of each small, soft golden thigh. "Let's
move these out a bit, shall we?" Little Lisa moved her legs apart,
spreading herself wide for me.
    Now I leaned forward, leaning on my forearms, my own firm, full
derriere thrust out and spread. I took a moment to smell the heady aroma of
Lisa's excitement, my nose inches from the slightly quivering panties. Then
I leaned in further, pressing my well-formed nose into the humid panty
crack, my mouth at the damp crotch. I breathed a hot breath into the
material.
    "Oooh," Lisa cooed, her little feet raising up, toes in. I breathed
again, then mashed my mouth and nose in, grinding, mouthing, feeling the
outline of little-girl labia and anus against my face.
    "OooooOOOooh!" as Lisa's bottom rose to welcome the warm invader.
    Now I was indeed getting very excited. In a shaky voice I said, "I
think we can take these wet things off now, don't you?"
    A little voice: "Uh-huh."
    "Lisa, umm, honey," as I stroked the girl's smooth frail back, "tell me
what you want, o-okay?"
    Lisa's little bottom now squeezed and swayed in its heat. "Umm," a
little girl voice, quivering, "Please Aunt Paula, umm, ohh. . . could you
please take my underpants off?"
    "Oh yes Lisa, yes, my dear," and I virtually tore off her wet panties,
revealing the little girl's cantaloupe-sized cheeks, pink with passion, and
a rosier hue nearer the crack. I put a hand on each soft cheek. They
tightened, then relaxed. I slowly spread them. There it was, the pretty
little dimpled asshole. I just knew that Lisa's little anus would be a
beauty. A tiny round, dark hole, surrounded by a sweet tan halo. Oh God, I
was burning up. I drooled.
    I swallowed hard. "Wh-what do you want, honey? Tell me what you want."
    I felt her cheeks quiver in my hands. Her small voice from the pillow:
"I. .I want you to . . .kiss my bottom. . ."
    The girl's hips rose slightly in anticipation, and her legs spread
further.  With a loving precision, I planted a gentle kiss on the very
center of Lisa's bottom hole. It contracted, she giggled. Then another. On
the third, I lingered, tasting the sweet and salty musk of the little
girl's excited inner bottom, then slowly I began thrusting my long muscular
tongue inside.
    Lisa's hips rose up still further, so much so that I could now gather
each thin leg in my arms. The girl's legs now dangled over my shoulders,
her knees and little feet flailing. As I held the girl, my fingers kneaded
the lovely flesh of her bottom cheeks.
    And little Lisa was moaning now, deliriously excited, for I was now
actually fucking her asshole, `where she poops', with my long, strong
tongue. I felt the tightness of the tiny anal ring at the tip of my tongue,
then slid in further and felt the quivering tightness at the thick base of
my tongue, and the tender, slick pungent insides of little Lisa's asshole
at the sensitive tip as it curled and explored deep within, licking those
slick insides on the way back. Then to tweak the puckering opening again
with the tip before plunging in again. Lisa was thrashing and moaning. I
doubt she'd had this in mind when she came in. . .
    A little fart came hissing out of the little girl's asshole. I inhaled
passionately, sucking, slurping.
    Now Lisa was like a rag doll on my shoulders, her feet limply moving,
and

another fart, this time quite loud and juicy, erupted into my face.
    "Sorry," came a weak, muffled whine from the pillow.
    "Oh honey," I breathed, and then gave Lisa's spent asshole one last
lingering kiss, "honey, I love it." I gently laid the little girl's lower
body down and kissed her back up to her neck, then lay beside her. I
stroked her sweaty brow, brushing hair away. "I love you, remember?"
    Lisa smiled and nodded weakly. With a tiny 11-year-old voice, she
murmured, "Oh, Aunt Paula, I love you, too." She sighed shakily. "Boy, I
need to take a nap."
    I stroked Lisa's thin back soothingly. "I bet you are, my little
darling." I kissed a sweaty temple. "You go ahead and take a nap. It's
Saturday, right?."

    Lisa smiled. "I'm sure glad you have to watch me."
    My hand slid down to the little girl's bottom, cupped a cheek and gave
a little squeeze. "Me too."
    Lisa smiled, closed her eyes, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.