I reached to cup the two pretty, peach-shaped breasts. My tongue teasingly touched the tender pink vaginal opening. The pretty-pink opening to the pussy-hole was mine to enjoy. She tossed the brush aside in a gesture of surrender. From this frontal view, I could tell that my initial assessment of her pubic-mound was correct. Id say they each would probably fit perfectly inside a coffee cup. It was then that I knew for sure that the girls mother was right. I had my sisters innocent, virginal daughter strip-stark-naked sitting in my lap. Her curly, blonde locks showed no signs of cooperation. Unbelievably, my young niece was making no attempt to cover herself. Before I found my own voice, I took a few seconds for my eyes to make a quick exploration. While the tits had not reached the full maturity of puberty, they were nonetheless nice. She answered adamantly, No, Uncle Jake, I wouldnt rather have a boy! I called out for Beth or her husband Tom, but heard no response. These were my favorite things in the world to touch. I couldnt believe that this little girls pussy was full enough to fill my hand. I kept one hand cupped to a tit and one cupped to her pussy. Most of the kids in the neighborhood thought that he might be queer. I hope the kids around here dont think that about me.
At the first sight of naked feminine flesh, it had awakened. When she turned to face me, it grew fully engorged. They went to see an X-rated one, so they didnt let me go. I said, Well, I shouldnt have come in without somebody answering the door. Her body was indeed well-toned, but her ass had a nice jiggle and shake. I watched as she jiggled her sweet ass across the floor and opened the door to the fridge. Meggie brought the jar back to the table and stood beside me. She opened the jar and pulled out one of the long, fat, green, sour-pickles. With them resting on her belly I buried my face in the silky-soft warmth of her freshly washed blonde curls.
Id lived next door to my sister Beth and her husband for years. After feeding one of them a good meal, Id usually get a really nice reward.
Two days ago, I had gone next door to return my sisters book of recipes. Now, two days ago I stopped at my sisters back door and knocked.
She pulled the shirt from my pants and off my shoulders. She was again astride my legs, but this time she was facing me. Again, our lips touched and our mouths feverishly fought with impassioned fervor. Her voice became a husky whisper, Oh, Uncle Jake, that feels good. I knew that I needed to keep my demanding cock out of my still-maturing nieces pussy. My eyes moved lower to view the feminine glory they sought. Nothing is so irresistible to a man than tender, young feminine flesh. Her freshly-showered pussy-mound had the faint smell of girlie-girl soap mixed with musky-sex.
Her lips still had the lingering sweet-sour taste of dill pickles. This time our lubricated lips met with sweet, wet, shattering passion. I was tongue-fucking her mouth and she was tongue-fucking mine. She unbuttoned it, and then the next and the next button. The sweet, adolescent bud stiffened inside my mouth. Meggie moaned and arched her back thrusting her magnetic mammary mounds tightly against my mouth. At 40, I was too old to be deflowering adolescent virgins. I found the bellybutton and made a tickling, teasing exploration. Meggie moaned softly, and then moaned again louder. Her voice spoke in a husky whisper, Oh God, Uncle Jake that feels nice.