An Angel's Tail by Gunga Dick for Sweet
Little Cowgirl
I hate Florida! Well, perhaps hate is too strong an
emotion. Let's just say that having the choice I'd rather live somewhere else. I
was born and raised there, unlike so many others who choose to move there. We
lived down by Okeechobee back before it became a tourist haven. Back then, the
only visitors we got were gators looking for the odd cat or chicken. You know, a
little 'take out food'. There was a large parcel of land in our family and it
had gone unused for a long time, and then someone of my father's generation
decided it would be a nice place for a mailing address and a couple of shotgun
shacks went up. Well, as the family prospered, additions started being tacked
onto those shacks and soon they were a couple of the sorriest excuses for a home
you've ever seen. They were comfortable mind you, but they sure were a
sight.
Most of the land got cleared off and it got to the point where, if
you didn't mind the ninety percent humidity, the place was almost livable.
Clearing the land rid us of most of the smaller pests; the blood sucking
mosquitoes, the annual incursion of four inch palmetto bugs, those little black
flies that leave you with that itchy bump, and those nasty damn snakes. God I
hate those things.
At one end of the property a row of immense mangroves
indicated the edge of the swamp. They towered above us and dripped with
parasitic fungal air plants. Like immense weeping willows. I was always
enthralled by their root systems. They always reminded me of dowagers holding up
their skirts so as not to get them wet. As the baby boomers in the family came
of age, some of them moved away and others decided they liked where they were
and soon a couple of prefabs were added to the jumble and then someone brought
down the ubiquitous trailer home. We had our own little family compound going.
Not unlike the Kennedys. Well maybe not quite the same.
I went off to
join the military and after a couple of years of hounding around found myself a
wife and looked for a place to make her happy. At that time, one of the original
uncles decided he'd rather live in Sarasota where others of his age had migrated
to die; sort of like an elephant burial ground. I was offered the house and
snapped it up. My wife was a pretty little thing and was a lot of fun. I loved
the way her pussy would snap around my cock and milk me of my essence. She was a
moaner and all the other relatives used to turn up their radios whenever we
decided to rattle the bed frame. I introduced my brother to her sister and soon
they were enjoying connubial bliss in one of the prefabs. My mother in law moved
in with them since my sister-in-law was the baby of the family, which sort of
put a damper on my brother's sex life, but it wasn't me so I found it funny
myself.
We had another uncle who moved away and we wound up renting his
house to my wife's other sister and her husband. They'd been married for a while
and had a couple of daughters. One of them was a little angel aptly named Angel.
She was this little tow headed doll with cornflower blue eyes.
Perhaps I
should tell you about this problem I have. Well, I don't consider it a problem,
but my wife does. I'm a pussy hound. I just can't stay away from it. And, like
most others of my ilk, it seems to come looking for me. I don't care where I go
or what I do. There it is; waiting and willing. I go over to my brother's house
to work on the sink and the next thing I know I'm working on my sister-in-law's
plumbing. My big old cock is just sawing in and out of her like I'm drilling for
oil. That family is built for fucking. That's all I've got to say.
I went
home after fixing the sink and doing the other thing and I'm standing at my sink
washing my hands when my wife comes over to give me a hug. Next thing I know,
her nose is twitching like a coon hound's and then she's slapping me and kicking
me in the shins. She kept yelling, "who was it?" I was lucky to get away with my
life. I hopped into my truck and drove down to my favorite watering hole in
order to give my wife time to settle down. A couple beers later, I was in the
back room with Betty Jenkins' legs up on my shoulders and checking her plumbing
for depth and width also. No apologies. It's just the way I am.
Well a
couple weeks later after things had settled down some. I was in the garage
working on that piece of crap mustang I'd been using at the drag competitions,
when Angel came wandering over to pass the time of day. She'd been hanging
around a lot lately. Not that I minded. She was a really nice kid. She was
wearing one of those two piece gingham outfits like a two piece bathing suit
except with shorts. The outfit was new, but loose. I guess she was intended to
grow into it. She asked if she could help and I called her my 'little helper.' I
was changing the starter and I laid down on one of those mechanic's creepers and
rolled under the car. Angel crouched by my knees and passed me tools as I asked
for them. I was passing back a crescent wrench when I notice that her shorts
were gaping at the leg hole and I had a birdseye view of her hairless cunt as
she squatted there. My cock surged inside of my pants and I'm surprised it
didn't just rip a big old hole in 'em. I stared at that delectable little morsel
until I realized that she kept asking me what was wrong. I rolled out from under
the car and told her that I had just been thinking.
I smiled at her and
suddenly realized how cute she was. I had become her favorite uncle and she
looked at me with adoration. I told her how much of a help she was and gave he a
big hug. I squeezed her to me and brought my hand down to the back of her milky
thigh. I rubbed my hand up and down the inside of her thigh and I could feel her
heart pounding against my chest. I pulled away from her and noticed that her
breath was labored and that her face was beaming at me. I told her how pretty
she was and this time I put my hand on her thigh from the front. I slowly and
gently stroked her thigh until my movement brought my hand high up next to her
crotch. She just kept looking at me with big bright eyes and her tongue would
snake out and moisten her lips. Suddenly, the sound of a car could be heard and
we both jumped like scared rabbits. Angel giggled and said she had to go. I
watched her tight little ass walk away and saw her look back over her shoulder
and wave to me.
That night I made love to my wife for the first time
since the aforementioned incident. The entire time, pictures of my niece kept
popping into my head and when I came it was like the Fourth of July. Lights went
off inside my head and I shook like a baptist having an epiphany. My wife said
it did me good going without for a couple of weeks, but I didn't have the heart
to tell her about my fantasy or that I'd been doing Betty Jenkins just about
every night.
The next day, I went back to working on the Mustang so that
she'd be ready for the weekend. The damn tranny was leaking like a sieve and I
was cutting a gasket when I heard a soft "Hi!" behind me. I turned and found
Angel standing there, fidgeting from foot to foot and clutching her hands behind
her back.
"Hi, baby!" I replied and her face lit up and she
giggled.
She was wearing a faded pink tee shirt and cut off jeans that
had been too small the previous summer. I could make out the bottom curve of her
butt cheeks sticking out of the cut offs.
"Who dressed you this morning?"
I asked, wondering who would send her out in those shorts.
"Me," she
replied and giggled.
"Aren't those shorts a little small for you?" I
asked and squatted down to her level.
Angel peered back over her shoulder
as if she could see her own butt and then looked back at me and
shrugged.
I reached out and put a hand on the exposed skin and felt the
downy softness of her ass.
"I can see half of your little tush," I told
her as I continued to move my hand gently where her ass creased into her
thighs.
Angel blushed slightly and looked down at the ground. I continued
to gently rub her tender flesh and then, emboldened by her servility, my fingers
traced the hem of her shorts until my fingers slid in between her thighs. My
fingers brushed up against a small fold of skin and Angel's eyes popped open and
she sucked in a breath. Her hand shot out and she grabbed my upper arm. I
thought she was telling me to stop so I pulled my hand away, but then I saw her
frown and realized it wasn't what she wanted so I let my hand wander back to her
silken thigh. My hand took the same path and as my fingers brushed against that
fold of flesh again Angel gave out a sigh of contentment.
"Does that feel
good, Angel?" I asked and she stared at me and nodded her head as she chewed on
her lower lip. "You're such a pretty girl," I told my niece as I brought my
other hand up and placed it on her cheek. She leaned her face into my hand and
smiled.
I pushed my finger farther under the crotch of her shorts and
could feel the crevice that was her small cunt. I gently ran the tips of my
fingers along this small treasure and watched as Angel closed her eyes. She
surprised me then as she leaned into me and lay her head on my shoulder. My
fingers continued their gently probing and my other hand ran through her thick
blonde hair. Angel sighed contentedly.
"Such a pretty, pretty little
Angel," I mumbled as I took my hand away from her crotch and brought it around
to the front.
Angel stood up straight and looked at me questioningly. I
was intent on seeing what I'd been feeling and I reached for the button of her
jeans. She looked down at my hands as I fumbled to get her shorts undone. Just
as I managed to get the button out of its hole, a distant voice cried out her
name. Both of our heads turned in that direction and we could see her mother
standing on their porch looking around for her daughter. Angel sighed and
rebuttoned her shorts. She gave me a dejected little smile and went skipping
away to answer her mother's summons. I watched as she skipped away and could see
the small cheeks of her ass peeking out from the bottom of her shorts. I raised
my hand to my face and inhaled the scent of her. The delicate fragrance caused
my cock to surge in my pants and I stood up to allow it more room.
I
turned to go into the house and just before leaving the dark interior of the
garage, I looked over to see that Angel was just climbing the steps to her
porch. I heard my sister-in-law's faint voice in the distance as she asked, "Why
in God's name are you wearing those old shorts. Those are way too small for you,
girl!"
I walked into our bedroom just in time to see my wife bending over
to fit a fresh bed sheet over the mattress and I came up behind her and pressed
my tumescent cock into her. She jumped and giggled as she turned. Her giggling
stopped as she saw the hunger in my eyes and she reached down and felt me
through my pants.
"I guess two weeks is a long time to go without," she
muttered and I felt my zipper being tugged on.
A week had passed since
I'd last seen Angel and thoughts of her were becoming fewer and farther between.
My mind was on finding a way to put food on the table and to continue with my
ambition to be a stock car driver. I'd done fairly well the last two go arounds.
I placed second and third and had brought home enough prize money so that my
wife had to search for something else to bitch about. I gave her a good reason
when I said I wanted to take half the money and buy another car. She'd looked at
me and gotten up from the table and walked out of the house. I'd seen her walk
with deliberation over to my brother's house and he'd soon come ambling out and
moseyed on over to mine. We'd popped open a few beers and sat out on the
screened porch.
"They throw you out?" I asked him.
"Nah. I just
saw your wife's face and figured it was the last place to be," he told
me.
"Um hmm!" I had agreed.
We'd sat there and watched the day
slowly fade to dark and had nursed a twelve pack of Bud listening to three frogs
serenade us when my wife marched back over.
"Eddy!" She told me as she
stepped up onto the porch, using a voice that broached no argument. "Momma and I
are driving over to West Palm Beach tomorrow to see my aunt Deliah and we're
gonna go shopping at the mall."
"You be careful driving now. You know
your momma's car isn't running too well," I told her and she bridled at the fact
that I hadn't given her any sign of argument.
"We're not taking Momma's
car," she informed me and she looked at my brother as she said, "we're taking
his. And," she added when she saw my brother straighten up in his chair, "I'm
taking some of the winnings to buy some new clothes and stuff for the
house."
"Well that's a good idea, sweety," I nodded, "I hope you have a
good time. You gonna be coming back tomorrow?"
She glared at me. I'd
taken the wind out of her angry sails and she was at a loss. She had wanted a
fight, but I was damned if I was going to give it to her. She huffed and
disappeared into the house. I looked over at my brother and he didn't look too
happy about them taking his new chevy all the way to West Palm Beach. I stifled
a laugh and reached for another beer. I had pictures of Betty Jenkins' sweet
white thighs running through my head.
I got up the next morning and as
soon as my coffee was sweetened I headed out for the garage. I wanted to be out
of my wife's way as she bustled about getting ready for her 'get even' trip. I'd
been taking body parts off the new car so that I could install the roll bar when
I heard the crunch of gravel as my brother's car pulled up in front of our
house. I walked to the open garage door and waved to my in laws and watched my
wife come out of the house wearing her best dress.
"You people drive
safely now, you hear?" I offered up.
My wife's shoulders sagged slightly
as her anger had cooled overnight. She smiled weakly and came over to give me a
kiss before leaving.
"Don't spend all day under that damn car, Eddy" she
told me with a smile.
"Don't worry, sweety," I informed her, "I'll
probably take a break along about noon and head on down to the Last
Lap."
I saw a cloud pass across my wife's eyes at the mention of my
favorite bar. I had a feeling that I wasn't the only one thinking about Betty
Jenkins. She spun on her heels and strode over to the waiting car. The car idled
in our driveway for a couple of minutes and I began to wonder if maybe they'd
changed their minds, but then the back door opened and Angel stepped out of the
car. She was wearing a pretty little yellow sundress and her hair had been
pulled back into a ponytail and held in place with a yellow ribbon. She looked a
prize.
"Eddy!" A voice called to me from inside the car. I walked over
and realized that Angel's mother was in there also. I hadn't realized that all
three sisters were going on this trip. I bent down and smiled at my distaff
relations.
"Hello ladies," I said and beamed my best smile. I saw my
brother's wife blush slightly and hoped my wife didn't notice. "What can I do
for you?"
"Can you watch Angel while we're gone?" Her mother
asked.
I was taken aback and turned to look over at my niece. She stood
with her arms clenched behind her back. She was toeing the ground and staring
intently down at her foot.
"She isn't going with you?" I asked
wonderingly.
"She's been complaining she didn't want to, but I didn't
have anybody to watch her and then Sissy said you'd be around all day and said
you'd be glad to do it. I hope that's okay?"
I looked at my wife, who had
an evil glint in her eye and a bemused smile on her face.
"That's fine,"
I said, "she likes to help me work on the cars. I'll keep an eye on her.
Anything special I oughta know?"
"Yes. Don't let her get her dress dirty.
Tell her to go on over and change clothes. The doors isn't locked and she knows
what to do," my sister-in-law told me and said it loud enough so that Angel
could also hear.
I stood back as the car backed out of my driveway
and then disappeared in a shower of dust and gravel. My other sister-in-law had
a heavy foot and I knew why my brother worried about his car. I turned and
caught sight of Angel ambling over to her house. I wondered if she in fact had
not wanted to go or if she'd only been a hapless pawn in my wife's game of
bitchy spouse. I shrugged and went back to work.
I was measuring the
interior of the car for my roll cage when I backed out and almost stepped on
Angel's foot. She had taken off her Sunday best and put on an older faded
sundress. It had a flowered pattern; was sleeveless; and came up high enough on
her thigh to let you know that after the summer it would be used to wash cars
and the kitchen floor.
"My my," I said, "don't you look good enough to
eat."
She giggled at my statement and brought a hand up to cover her
mouth. I picked her up and sat her on a high stool I kept in there for sitting
at the workbench. She sat and swung her legs as she watched me writing down
numbers onto a pad. She watched as I removed the passenger's side door and then
went over to the other side to remove the driver's door. As I squatted down to
remove the lower hinge, I glanced over at her and my heart skipped a beat. I
watched as she swung up her slightly parted legs and was rewarded with the sight
of a hairless young cunt. I felt my cock surge in my pants and had to tear my
eyes away so that I could finish my work. My eyes kept returning to that
magnificent view and I made a decision to get a closer view of my nieces bounty.
I finally got the door off and put it to the side. I had planned on removing the
seats next, but I changed my mind as a salacious plan filled my thoughts. I got
the creeper out and lay down upon it. I rolled under the car and then asked
Angel to hand me the tape measure. I watched her legs come down off the stool
and walk over to the bench. She walked over to the side of the car and squatted
down to hand me the tool. I watched as her cunt came into view a mere two feet
from my eyes. It was totally devoid of hair; was tight to her body; and had a
quality that I can only describe as innocent.
"Uncle Eddy!" She exclaimed
and I realized she had been holding the tape in her extended hand.
I lie
there and peered out at the arousing sight. She remained in a squat awaiting
another request. My cock was so hard that it hurt. I suddenly realized that she
could easily see the pulsating bulge in my pants and wondered if she had
noticed. My silent question was soon answered. I watched her small hand as it
appeared below the car's frame. It lowered until it was a fraction of an inch
from my throbbing member. It hovered there like a hand feeling the heat from a
stove. I willed with all my might, but she didn't touch me. My cock throbbed and
her hand jerked away. She stood suddenly and the view of her lovely pudendum was
lost. I closed my eyes then and chastised myself for being the dirty young man I
was. I took a few long breaths to slow down the beating of my heart and finally,
I rolled out from under the car.
I stood and saw that she had returned to
her perch on the stool. I smiled at her and looked around for my ratchet. I
changed sockets and prepared to attack the front seats.
"Uncle Eddy," my
diminutive charge said and I turned an inquiring eye in her direction.
I
saw her glance down at my still bulging cock for a moment before she asked, "can
I have a glass of water?
"Water?" I stated before realizing it and I saw
her cringe as though she'd asked for the impossible. I hadn't drunk water in so
long I had found the request strange.
"Why sure, baby," I told her
reassuringly, "but, wouldn't you rather have a soda or something?"
Her
eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Can I?" She asked.
"Of course you can," I
told her, "what would you like?"
"Can I have a Coca Cola?" She asked in a
manner that implied she expected rejection.
"Coke? Sure, you can." I told
her and walked over to the fridge I kept in the garage to keep my beer cold. My
hand hesitated over a Bud, but then I felt the sourness in my stomach from the
previous evening's eight beers and I grabbed two of the curvy bottles. I grabbed
the 'church key' that was tied to the refrigerator door's handle and popped the
tops off. A wisp of smoke seemed to curl from the neck of each bottle as the
compressed gasses within sought to escape into the warmer air. I walked over and
handed my little angel her bottle and she eagerly accepted it.
"So! You
didn't want to go with your mom and them or did they make you stay behind?" I
asked her as I stood before her.
She tore her eyes away from the bulge in
my pants, which was a mere hair's breadth from touching her knee.
"I
didn't wanna go, uncle Eddy. Ridding in the car makes me sick," she informed
me.
"Well," I told her as I placed a hand on the expanse of exposed
thigh, "I'm glad you could stay and be my helper."
I could see her take
in deep breaths at the feel of my touch on her skin and could almost hear her
heart pound.
"You sure looked pretty in that yellow dress," I told her as
my hand slowly rubbed her creamy flesh. "But then, you always do look
pretty."
Angel giggled at my compliment and smiled broadly at me. The
smile froze on her lips as my hand slid slowly under the hem of her dress. The
glint in her eye seemed to change from one of glee to one of anticipation; or
was it just my wishful thinking.
"I'd say you were about the prettiest
little girl I'd ever seen," I told her as my finger tips brushed the lips of her
sex.
Her thighs slammed shut around my hands and trapped me there. I
thought she wanted me to stop, but when I gently pulled on my hand she wouldn't
release it, so I pressed slowly forward and pressed my finger tips against her
vulva. I hadn't realized it, but I had also pressed my cock into her knee and
was gently rubbing it there. Angel's mouth was open and she was breathing hard
as my fingers rubbed up and down the length of her slit and my hard cock
molested her knee.
"Such a pretty girl," I said softly and her glazed
eyes rose to meet mine.
I felt her grip on my hand relax and I was given
more freedom to explore. I felt the soft lips of her cunt yield as I gently
pressed my fingers into her. Her vulva flowered around my fingers and I felt the
warm moist interior of her shell like opening. My fingers traveled up the length
of her opening as I sought the small bump I knew I'd find there. Angel shivered
as I made contact with her clitoris and her legs once again snapped close. The
soft drink hung forgotten from her right hand. I pressed my cock harder into her
knee and felt the pleasure of its touch. I felt my niece shudder as I fondled
her small clit and she looked up at me with wonder in her eyes.
"Does
that feel good, baby?" I asked her and she nodded. "You want Uncle Eddy to keep
on doing that?" She hesitated and then nodded slowly.
I set my cola on
the workbench and then took hers and set it down by its mate. I stood before her
and placed a hand on either thigh. I slowly slid my hands up and her skirt rode
up along with my hands. She looked down at herself as though she too was about
to see something exciting. My hands reached the fold in at her hips and I look
down at her exposed crotch. Her labia were slightly swollen and had taken on a
pink tinge as though they were blushing. A dew like moisture had gathered along
the lips of her cunt and I ran a finger along the slit and gathered up her
juices. I brought my hand to my mouth and sucked on my thumb. The scent of her
was mild and light and the taste burst upon my tongue like some exotic fruit. No
cunt had ever tasted so sweet to me and I became aroused with an overpowering
lust. I looked into her eyes as I lowered myself onto my knees and came to the
same level as her her waist. I grasped her by the sides and slid her forward
until her vulva cleared the edge of the chair. I watched her face as I bent
forward and took a swipe with my tongue. Her eyes popped open as though she'd
been shocked and she stared at me questioningly.
"It's okay, baby. Uncle
Eddy's going to make you feel real good, okay?"
Once again she nodded her
head. I closed my eyes and savored the taste of her as my tongue once again
pressed into her moist little cunt. I lapped at her until all the juices were
gone and then sought out her small bud. I felt her legs quiver as I pressed my
tongue to it. And then she let out a small moan as I circled it with my tongue.
She sounded like a kitten mewing for its mother. I continued to assault her
clitoris and I felt her legs slowly spread to give me better access. I reached
for my zipper and I was about to pull my cock out when she jerked as though
shocked and tapped me urgently on the head.
"Uncle Eddy! Uncle Eddy!" She
said urgently.
I looked up and saw that she was looking out the garage
doors. I followed her gaze and saw a small pick up truck rambling up the road
into our little compound. I stood up quickly and rezipped my trousers. I turned
to find that Angel had pushed her skirt down and was sitting up straight. She
was flushed and breathing slightly raggedly. She reached back and grabbed up her
coke and took a quick swallow as though dying of thirst. I grabbed my coke and
went to stand in the open doorway. I recognized the truck then as belonging to
my friend Phil. He was another racer and mechanic and had promised to come and
help me work on the new car. He pulled up and got out. Always sporting a shit
eating grin, he ambled over and looked at my new car.
"Not bad. Not bad,"
he offered as he walked around the stripped down body. "Firebird's a nice ride.
How's the engine?"
Phil noticed Angel sitting there and he smiled and
nodded to her, "How you doing, young lady?"
Angel smiled and said,
"fine."
"Engine's in good shape," I told him, "only had about thirty
thousand on it. Belonged to some kid never came back from the war. Old man had
it up on blocks and was lookin' to get free of it."
"No shit?" Phil
whistled. "Looks like you fell in it this time, old son."
Phil and I got
to work and Angel watched us for a couple of hours until her father came back
from work and took her home. I watched her leave and was relieved when she
turned and waved gaily. I had feared that I'd gone too far this time, but she
didn't appear remorseful.
Days went by and I continued to refit the old
Firebird. I would see Angel around, but she was always in the company of her
mother or other relative. Or, I was in the company of my wife or friend. I was
lying on the sofa one afternoon as I watched cars go round and round a high
banked track somewhere in California and dreamed that that would someday be me.
My wife, her mother, and one of the sisters had left earlier and driven to West
Palm Beach again to visit an ailing relative. As I lie there sucking up some
suds and just enjoying the hell out of myself, I heard a light tap at the door.
I hadn't heard anyone drive up and wondered who might have come calling. I went
to the door and opened it only to find my favorite little angel looking up at
me. She had a sheepish smile on her face.
"Well hello pretty baby," I
told her as I opened the door. "How may I help you?"
Angel just shrugged
her shoulders and I realized that she wasn't here on an errand, but had come of
her own volition. I dared not hope she was looking for more sexual play, but the
thought was foremost in my mind. I looked out to see if anyone was watching and
invited her in. She smiled broadly now and entered the wolf's den. She was
wearing another tee shirt and a wildly colored pair of shorts. I offered her a
cola and she readily accepted. I sat on the sofa and invited her to join me. She
came over and sat on the edge of the sofa. She sat very near to me and I could
smell the perfume of her freshly washed hair.
"My you smell good," I told
her and she giggled. I lowered my nose to the back of her neck and made an
exaggerated sniffing sound. "Almost good enough to eat," I said and took a
playful nip at her exposed skin.
She giggled and squealed and canted her
head to protect the exposed part of her neck.
"Do you like it when I put
my mouth on you?" I asked her and there was no doubting my meaning.
Angel
looked down at the floor and I heard her whisper, "Yes, Uncle Eddy."
I
smiled inwardly, knowing now that she was hooked and why she had come to see me
that day. I had an arm around her shoulder and my hand hung down across her
chest. My fingers slowly traced a circle where her breast would one day be and
she sucked in a deep breath.
"Do you like it when I touch you there?" I
asked her and she nodded.
I set down my beer and took the soft drink from
her hand. I grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and she raised her arms as i
whisked it off of her slender frame. She sat and looked at me with expressive
eyes. I reached out a finger and gently played it around the small pink aureole
of one prepubescent breast. She looked down and watched my finger. Her small
nipple puckered under my touch. I took her by the shoulders and pushed her onto
her back. She fell back without resistance. She looked at me and waited to see
what I was going to do next. I lowered my face to her chest and my tongue licked
and prodded her small nipple. I could feel the rising and lowering of her chest
as she took long deep breaths. My mouth moved to the other breast and continued
to tease her boyish nipples. I sucked and pulled on her nipple with my lips and
out of the corner of my eye I watched her small hand clench and unclench in
tempo with her breathing.
"Do you like that, pretty baby?" I asked her
and she nodded once again.
I reached for the button to her shorts and her
eyes opened wider. I unfastened the button and then pulled on the loose fitting
shorts. Angel raised her butt slightly and the shorts came away with ease. I
looked to see if I'd managed to pull her panties off at the same time and
realized that the little minx had once again gone without.
"You're such a
naughty girl," I said and she practically beamed at me. There was no question
now as to what she wanted.
I looked at the delicate flower that was her
cunt and she watched me with the intensity of anticipation that only a child
has. She lie at an angle with her head resting on the arm of the sofa. I slid my
hand up her leg pushing it open as I went. She gasped as my hand neared the
small fold that was her cunt. I ran my thumb up and down the tight little labia
and she fidgeted. I poised my index at the opening and gently pushed into her.
It only went in slightly before encountering her maidenhead. It was the first
time I'd felt one and I was intrigued. I pushed a second finger in and tried to
open her so that I could see this wonder. I leaned forward and saw the pale
interior of her vulva. A thin membrane stretched across the mouth of her vagina
and I pressed into it with the index of my other hand. Angel fidgeted again and
I looked up to see that she was frowning.
"It's okay, sweety," I
reassured her, and she seemed to relax.
I took my fingers away and
brought my face towards her cunt. I could smell the delicate fragrance rising
from her, and I sought out the source with my tongue. Once again, I tasted the
mild, sweetness of her emission. I chuckle to myself as a thought crossed my
mind. I thought that I should call it 'pussy lite'. Angel frowned at me again as
she wondered at my amusement.
"Yum!" I said and opened my eyes wide. "You
taste so good, I could just eat you up."
She giggled as I put my mouth to
her tummy and blew a raspberry. Her giggling stopped as my mouth slid down and
sought her virginal opening. I pressed my tongue against her small clit and
sensed her hold her breath. I slid my tongue down and up the length of her slit
and wound up at her clit again. Her labia had swollen and I'd moistened her
interior. I brought my index finger back up and pressed it into her hole. I
continued to lick and nibble at her clit as my finger pushed inexorably towards
it's goal. Her moans were intertwined with small grunts as I pushed against her
maidenhead. Her thighs began closing and opening as the pleasure built in her
loins. My tongue seemed insatiable as it poked and prodded at her. Suddenly,
Angel jerked and cried out slightly as I felt my finger pierce her hymen. I
looked up quickly and she looked surprised and hurt.
"Did that hurt,
Angel?" I asked as soothingly as possible.
"Yes, Uncle Eddy. It hurt a
lot," she told me and her lips formed a pout.
"Well, don't you worry,
sweety. Because it won't hurt anymore. I promise," I told her and made an ex
across my chest.
"Okay!" She said on the edge of tears.
I left my
finger in her and held it still as I bent back down to let my tongue have its
way with her. I licked at her cunt and nibbled on her clit until I felt her
relax. I continued to work my tongue, but now I slowly began to slide my finger
into her depths. I managed to slid it in past the second knuckle before I felt
her tense. I pulled back and continued to prod her clitoris. My index began its
slow in and out journey and she seemed to accept it's intrusion. I heard her
start breathing in hurried little gasps after a while and I knew that her first
orgasm was near. My finger glistened with her juices and her small clitoris was
as hard as an uncooked pea. Her legs were shaking and and low soft moans escaped
her lips. She didn't know what to do with her hands and they were in constant
motion until she placed them on top of my head. Suddenly a low keening wail
could be heard and she tried to bring her legs together, but my head was in the
way. She breathed in and out rapidly like someone who had just bit into
something hot. I almost laughed at her reaction, but contained my mirth so that
I could prolong her ecstasy. Her small hands clenched my unruly hair and I bore
with the slight pain. I pressed my tongue to her clit until her tremors finally
relaxed. My finger was a blur as it plowed in and out of her. She finally
released my hair and I heard her emit a long sigh of contentment.
"Was
that good?" I asked her as I raised my head to look at her angelic
face.
She nodded slowly up and down. Her face was filled with wonder. I
could read the questions behind her eyes. She wanted to ask what had happened to
her. How I had been able to create that feeling within her. At that moment I
could have asked her to walk on red hot coals and she would have.
"Did
you like that?" I asked again. "That was called an orgasm. Most people would say
that you just came."
She frowned at the unfamiliar usage of the word. Her
small hands had migrated to her cunt and she placed both hands on top of it. I
knew she wasn't trying to hide it. She was merely touching something that held
an entirely new purpose for her. She was subconsciously getting in touch with
her sexuality.
I watched her eyes as I reached for my zipper and sought
to free my aching cock. It had been trapped inside my trousers for way too long.
Her eyes followed my every move and she gasped as my cock sprung into view. I
pulled my hands away and let her see all of it. Her lips moved slightly as
though seeking to voice the tumult of words in her head. I grasped my cock and
squeezed it. We both watched as a drop of seminal fluid oozed out of the small
opening in the tip.
"Have you ever seen a man's penis before, sweety?" I
asked unnecessarily.
She rocked her head from side to side and whispered,
"Noooooo!"
"Well, it's not always this big. It only gets big like this
when it's really happy. Do you know why it's happy, Angel?"
She looked at
me and smiled, "Because of me?"
"Oh, what a bright and pretty little
girl," I told her and her smile broadened. "Yes! It's because of you and because
of the game we're playing. When a boy or a man plays this game, his penis gets
hard so that he can put it into the girl's cunny just like I was putting my
finger in it earlier."
Angel's smile quickly faded as she remembered the
pain of her deflowering. I saw a cloud pass over her eyes and I smiled at
her.
"Don't worry, baby. Uncle Eddy's not going to put it in there today.
Maybe some day, but not today."
A look of relief pasted itself to her
face and she went back to studying my prick.
"Do you want to make Uncle
Eddy feel good like he made you feel good, baby?"
Angel looked at me and
nodded her head without conviction. She had no idea what I meant and she was
scared to commit herself. I stood and pulled her up into a sitting position and
then sat next to her. This brought my cock that much closer to her and she
looked down with renewed interest.
"Here," I said as I took her hand in
mine and brought it to my cock. "Just hold it like you would a bottle of soda.
That's a girl!"
I placed my hand over hers and moved it up and down my
throbbing cock. The very touch of her was so exciting that my heart beat inside
my chest and I had to gasp for air. Her eyes were fixed on what her hand was
doing and she too was breathing quickly.
"That's it. That's the way," I
encouraged her.
My arousal was such that I knew I wouldn't last long. My
throat had closed with excitement and my lips were dry from my low gasping
breaths.
"Such a good girl," I told her, "you're doing so good. Uncle
Eddy feels so good. He's about to get that exciting feeling just like you
did."
Angel's eyes broke away from my cock and she looked me in the eye
and smiled. She wanted me to feel good and I wasn't about to disappoint
her.
"Watch, Angel," I told her and her eyes moved back to my swelling
cock. "When a man cums, he squirts some white juice. Watch and you'll see it
shoot out. Don't be scared. It doesn't hurt. It feels really good."
I was
whispering as the last words fell from my lips. Angel's eyes were fixed on my
cock and my hand was poised to take over in case she faltered. I felt the surge
in my cock and suddenly a jet of come flew out and up. I gasped at the intensity
of the feeling. Angel's hand faltered, but she didn't stop. Her grasp actually
increased as though she was afraid to lose hold of my throbbing and spurting
cock. She watched in wonder as strand after strand spewed out in ever decreasing
intensity. Finally, the last few ropes of cum merely oozed out and flowed down
over her hand and down onto my pants. There was cum all over my shirt front and
around the fly of my pants. Angel looked at me again with eyes filled with awe.
Her lips formed the word 'wow' and I smiled.
"Yeah, wow is right," I
said. "You made Uncle Eddy feel better that anybody else ever has."
And,
it wasn't far from the truth. I couldn't remember having had such an intense
orgasm. I was exhausted. I didn't think I could stand up. My eyelids felt droopy
and I know I had a shit eating grin on my face. I watched as Angel studied the
cum which was drying on her fingers.
"Taste it," I prompted her and she
turned a wide eye stare on me. "Go ahead. Your auntie loves the taste. Here," I
bent forward and licked my cum off of one of her fingers.
She slowly
brought her hand up to her mouth and her small tongue snaked out of her mouth
and barely touched a strand of the drying mess. She became braver as she
realized it wasn't awful and took another swipe at it. She shrugged her
shoulders as if to say it was neither good nor bad. I smiled as I thought of how
the idea of taking it into her mouth was being sown.
I grabbed her shorts
and told her that we should get cleaned up. We went into the kitchen and I ran
the water and helped her soap up her hands. She smiled as the innocent little
girl in her surfaced. She giggled as I put a dollop of suds on the end of her
nose. She rinsed and wiped her hands dry. She followed me as I went into my
bedroom and pulled off my shirt and trousers. She watched my flaccid cock sway
as I pulled on a clean tee shirt and a pair of twill shorts. We went back out
into the living room and picked up our warm drinks as we sat and watched the end
of the race. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and I called to
whoever it was to let themselves in. Angel's mother walked in and put her hands
on her hips.
"There you are! Young lady, I've been calling for you for a
half hour now," she said, but didn't seem annoyed.
"Uncle Eddy and me
been watchin' the race, momma," My little angel said. It was the most I'd ever
heard her say in my company and I was surprised at the easiness with which she
lied to her mother.
"Well, I think you've imposed on Uncle Eddy enough
for one day," her mother said and shook her head. "I swear Eddy. I think she
spends more time with you than with any of her own family."
"Well shoot,"
I told my sister-in-law, "she's my little helper. A first class mechanic. I
don't think I'd be able to get anything done unless she was there to show me
how."
Angel giggled and her mother smiled.
"Well, regardless. I
think it's time she came home and got ready for supper. Eddy, you're welcome to
join us if you want. I know you're all alone this evening."
"Ah! That's
okay, dear. I already told some people I'd meet them at the Last Lap."
My
sister-in-law's eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to leave. "Well, don't
drink too much and be careful when you drive."
"Bye, Uncle Eddy," my
little partner called as she was half dragged out of my house.
"Bye bye,
sweety!" I called after her. I let loose a long sigh as I realized how close
we'd been to getting caught.
I stopped by my friend Phil's house on
the way to the Last Lap. I was greeted by his wife Maryanne.
"Hey, Eddy.
I was about to call you up. Phil left town this afternoon. Somebody offered him
a pit crew job up at Daytona."
"Daytona, huhn! Sounds like Phil's takin'
it big time," I said as I followed her into the house.
"You want a beer,
Eddy?" She asked and I told her I did.
I followed her into the kitchen
and took a chair at the table. She gave me a beer and leaned against the
counter. She was a handsome woman. Tall, blonde, and rather busty. She'd had
three kids and showed some signs of her trials, but overall she'd kept her
looks. My eyes stopped at the grin on her face as they swept up her body. There
was something in that smile that made my cock twitch. I realized suddenly that
the house was quiet. I was used to the banshee wails of the twins and the
brooding silence of the older boy.
"Seems kinda quiet? Kids all
gone?"
"Yeah. Thank God. Me and Phil were planning to have us a private
weekend. Kids are all up to the in-laws."
"Oh!" I said and felt a
definite twinge in my shorts.
"Betty Jenkins was over the other day,"
Maryanne said and let the statement hang in the air.
An hour later,
Maryanne was doing some wailing of her own as my cock slammed into her blonde
cunt. She was benefiting from my arousal at thoughts of my niece. She was a
moaner and a trash talker, which didn't gibe with what my buddy Phil had ever
told me. He told me that things were getting rather complacent in their sex
lives and he had wanted me to fix him up with Betty. He said he wanted someone
who did more than just lie there. I wondered about his comments as Maryanne
called me a 'fucking bastard' and told me to 'shove my big fucking cock into her
hungry cunt.'
I didn't make it to the Last Lap until last call that night
and Betty Jenkins gave me the evil eye as she left with Walt the bait and tackle
guy.
I was under the Firebird the next morning, taking advantage of my
lack of hangover to catch up on some serious work. I was taking the fuel system
apart when I heard my name being called. I canted my head up and saw two pairs
of legs, one skinny little pair next to one adult pair. My heart skipped a beat
and my mind ran in circles. I was afraid to roll out from under the car. I
watched a small hand come down and tug on my pants leg. A small upside down face
looked at me and I could tell she was smiling.
"Uncle Eddy," Angel
said.
I rolled the creeper out and looked up at Angel and her
mom.
"Well, good mornin' ladies!" I said and got up off the ground. "What
can I do for you?"
"Well, momma called this morning, Eddy, and it looks
like aunt Olivia isn't doing very well. I figured I should go on over to West
Palm and see her before it's too late. I talked my husband into driving me over
and he's going to come back this afternoon so he can make the late shift at the
sugar mill," she told me and I listened for the 'but'.
"But," she
continued, "you know how car sick Angel gets so I wondered if you could keep and
eye on her while we're gone. I'll take the other two with me 'cause they aren't
any trouble in the car."
"Why sure," I told her, "it'll be my pleasure.
Besides, I got stuff needs doing. House needs cleaning, dishes need washing,
somebody needs to plow the back forty."
Angel giggled at my teasing. Her
eyes had belied her amusement at first until I'd gotten to the part about the
plowing. Her mother chuckled and tousled her daughter's blonde
hair.
"Well fine then. I really appreciate this, Eddy. You think you
could keep an eye on the house tonight after the old man goes off to work.
She'll be all alone, but she should be sleeping so it shouldn't be a
problem."
"Shoot, why don't she just spend the night on my sofa," I
volunteered. "Be a lot better than her being all alone over there by
herself."
"Oh! Well, I don't want he to be a bother, Eddy," I was told,
but I could feel the relief in her voice.
"Won't be no bother. Just a
couple of buddies hanging out together. Right, buddy," I said and poked Angel in
the shoulder. She giggled and her face beamed.
So, the matter was
settled. Her husband would get some sleep before making the long trip back and
Angel would spend the night and the next morning with me. Everybody was happy. I
put an arm around my young niece's shoulders as we watched her mother walk back
to their house.
"Looks like it's just you and me, kiddo," I told her and
looked down to see her working her bottom lip. "Now, you pass me my tools when I
ask for them," I told her as I lie back down on the creeper and saw a frown of
disappointment crease her brow.
I'd been under the car for about a half
hour when the crunch of gravel and the tentative beep of a horn signaled her
parents' departure. I heard Angel say a quiet 'good-by' and pictured her waving
her hand. I was under the car for another five or ten minutes when her small
face peaked under the car at me and she said:
"Momma's gone, Uncle
Eddy."
I grinned to myself and rolled out from under the car. I stood up
and my cock was a pronounced bulge in my pants. Angel saw it and took in a quick
breath.
"What do you want, baby?" I asked her, and watched as her eyes
stayed on my cock.
"I want to play, Uncle Eddy," she half
whispered.
I took her hand in mine and brought it up to the bulge in my
pants. Her hand felt the outline of it and she once again worried her bottom
lip. She fidgeted as though needing to use the bathroom, but I knew it was a
different kind of urge.
"Is that what you want to play with?" I asked my
diminutive sex partner.
"Yes, Uncle Eddy," she told me. She was becoming
more talkative all the time.
"What else do you want, sweety?" I pressed
as her hand continued to squeeze my hard cock.
"I want to feel good, like
last time," she whispered as though she was saying something nasty.
"What
say we go into the house where we can get more comfortable," I asked
rhetorically and she spun on her heals and led the way.
To the best of my
knowledge, we were the only two people left in the entire compound. There was no
danger of interruption. Once inside the house, I picked up her giggling little
body and took her into my bedroom. Her eyes widened as I set her down on my
unmade bed. She watched as I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my shoes. She
slid to the edge of the bed and sat there as I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned
my pants. She held her breath as my zipper went down and gasped as my pants fell
to the floor and my angry cock sprung out and pointed eagerly at her. She
reached out without being prompted and wrapped a hand around the swollen shaft.
She slowly stroked it and I moaned at her touch. She looked up at me and giggled
at her brashness. I laughed and bending down, I grabbed her legs and flipped her
onto her back. I did quick work of discarding her shoes and socks and I yanked
off her poplin shorts to reveal a pair of yellow flowered underwear. She sat up
and raised her arms above her head and I pulled off her light blue blouse
without unbuttoning it. She stood up on the mattress and put her hands on my
shoulders as I grabbed the waist band of her panties and shimmied them down her
thighs. She kicked them to the floor and stood there, naked as the day she was
born and twice as pretty.
I leaned forward then, and for the first time,
kissed her on the lips. She pulled back and her eyes moved right and left as she
looked at mine from up close. Her tongue came out and tasted her lips. She
smiled and leaned back into me and pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her softly
for a while and then my tongue pressed against her lips. My eyes were open and I
saw hers open also as my tongue passed into her mouth, but she didn't pull away
from me. I could feel her heart beat strongly as my tongue caressed hers. My
hands moved down to caress her sweet little buns and I pulled her up against me
and mashed my cock between us. I could feel the stickiness of seminal fluid on
my stomach. I broke the embrace finally and laid her down onto the bed. I
crawled onto it and lie down next to her. My hands traveled up and down her body
as I reveled in the softness of her skin. I bent down finally and ran my tongue
around a nipple. I tugged on it with my lips and she gave out a small moan. My
fingers traced the contours of her chest and moved down past her belly button
and felt for her moist opening. The juncture of her thighs was slick with her
juices and my index pressed into her. She jerked at the intrusion, but it was
from surprise and not pain. My finger worked in and out of her as my mouth
kissed its way down her torso. Her stomach rose and fell with her rapid
breathing. A small trail of saliva marked my path and ended at the beginning of
her slit. Her labia were inflamed with lust and had opened wider than before. I
could easily see the blush of her inner opening as my tongue dipped down and
savored her delicate taste.
Angel was being vocal and she moaned as I
laved her moist cunt. She squealed as my tongue pressed into her clit and her
hands wrapped themselves around locks of my hair. She came very quickly. Much to
my surprise and I was unprepared. I drove my tongue onto her clit and pushed my
finger all the way in. Her back arched and she groaned loudly. Her small frame
shuddered as her climax washed over her and then she sighed long and deep as she
relaxed and fell back onto the bed. My tongue slowly continued to lick at her
and she finally pushed my head away. I looked up and she gazed at me through
glassy eyes. I crawled up next to her and kissed her again. She returned the
kiss with a gentle brush of her lips. I took her into my arms and held her there
for several minutes as she basked in her satiation.
She giggled lightly
then as she felt my cock pulse against her leg. I did it on purpose the next
time and she rose up to look at it. She grinned as I made it pulse and bob. She
slid down slightly and grasped it. I rolled onto my back and she sat up and
studied it closely. Her small hand traveled up and down its length and I sighed
at the feeling. She was bent over it and watched the small slit open and close
like a small gasping mouth.
"Kiss it," I told her and her head snapped
around to stare at me. "Go on," I said and moved my hips up slightly, "give it a
kiss. It'll make it feel really good."
She bent down and gave me a small
peck on the very tip of my cock. She pulled away and looked at
me.
"That's a girl. You want Uncle Eddy to feel really good don't you?" I
asked her and she nodded uncertainly once again.
"Well, when Aunt Sissy
wants to make Uncle Eddy feel really, really good, she licks my penis and then
sucks on it like a popsicle," I told her and she gave me a look of
doubt.
Angel bent forward then and tentatively stuck her tongue out and
took a delicate swipe at the head of my cock. Her tongue intuitively ran across
the bottom of the glans where the nerves were gathered to give me pleasure. I
moaned and thrust my pelvis up. My cock brushed against her nose and she giggled
and reached up to brush her hand across it.
"Ummmm," I moaned, "that's a
girl. Do that again."
I lie and watched as she bent forward and licked me
again. This time there was more force to her tongue. She continued then without
prompting and soon my shaft and head glistened with her saliva. She held my
member and studied it for a few moments and then she opened her mouth wide and
bent down to take me in. She pushed her mouth down onto the head and it slowly
disappeared into her mouth. Seeing this was extremely erotic and my cock pulsed
strongly. I felt her tongue wiggle around in her mouth as she held the head in
her mouth.
"That's my girl," I said encouragingly.
She held it in
her mouth for a while and then pulled off and took a breath. She hadn't mastered
the technique of breathing through her nose. She stroked my cock and looked at
me with the pride of accomplishment.
"That was really good, Angel. It
felt really, really good. The next time, can you move your mouth up and down?
That would be even better."
I guess she hadn't thought of a next time and
she looked at my cock with doubt. But, she was a trooper and she bent down once
again and enveloped the angry red head once again. I put a hand on the back of
her head and pressed slightly. Her mouth moved down another inch before she
pulled back up.
"That's it! That's the way!" I said
enthusiastically.
I could feel the tension in my balls as I approached my
cum. She held on to my shaft as her mouth slowly slid up and down the small
amount she could take. It felt wonderful and I knew I would once again spew in
great quantity. My breathing became labored and I toyed with the idea of coming
in her mouth, but knew that that would upset her so I pulled her head off at the
last possible second and a jet of cum shot past her nose and splattered into her
hair. She pulled her wide-eyed face away and held on to my cock as it spewed
again and again. Ropes of cum flew onto my chest and stomach. One managed to
splat against her chest also and finally it oozed out and flowed down over her
hand. I watched as she ran a finger into the cum on her chest and brought it to
her mouth. My cock spasmed at the sight and another spurt of cum managed to
reach my stomach. I leaned back and closed my eyes, savoring the intensity of my
orgasm. I felt her fingers on my chest as she felt the cum there and moved it
around as though creating a finger painting. I smiled and moaned in pleasure. At
that moment, I had no other thought than just lying there until the world came
to an end.
I had begun to drowse when I felt the bed shift and I opened
my eyes to see her sliding off the edge.
"I gotta go pee," she told me
and I watched her naked little butt scamper into the bathroom.
I could
feel the tightness in my chest hairs where the cum had dried. I looked down at
my self and chuckled. I hadn't made that much of a mess since being a teenager.
I got up and wandered into the bathroom just as she was wiping up and turning to
flush the john. I picked her up and hugged her and then she squealed as I turned
on the shower and stepped under the cold shower with her in my arms. I let the
water warm and set her down and reached for the soap. I washed her back and
shoulders and watched her blonde hair turn dark as it became wet. My hands were
all over her body and she giggled as my touch tickled her sides and her calves.
She watched with interest as I washed my much larger body. I handed her the soap
and she instinctively rubbed it into my pubic hair, building up a lather. Her
small hand washed and fondled my cock and balls as I finished the rest of the
task. My cock twitched under her manipulations and it rose up to show itself
off. She smiled up at me and bent forward to give it a kiss. Her tongue snaked
out and she gave it a lick as her eyes watched mine for a reaction. I smiled
back at her and she grinned. I turned off the water and reached out for a big
fluffy towel. I dried my wet little partner and then did myself. My cock stayed
hard the entire time and I figured I shouldn't waste it, so I carried her back
to the bedroom.
We lie down together and she rolled on top of me and
pressed her lips to mine. Her small tongue probed my lips and I let it enter.
She was a quick study. I felt her hand reach down and grab my cock. I was amazed
at her eagerness. She moved down my body and brought her mouth to my cock once
again. I sucked in a breath as she engulfed the head without prompting. I let
her have her way for a few minutes and then I pulled her up and lay her down. I
kissed her some more and her mouth eagerly worked against my own. Her tongue was
an eel in my mouth and and her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I broke away
finally and began my slow journey down her body, paying attention to her
nonexistent breasts and their rosy pink nubbins. She had given herself up to the
pleasure now and she breathed hard and heavy. She gasped as I made first contact
with her freshly washed cunt and I washed it again with my tongue. I could taste
the residue of the soap we had used and it seemed to dry my tongue. I pressed a
finger into her and her pelvis surged up to meet it. I licked and nibbled at her
clitoris. Her legs opened wide to give me better access and I lie with my face
in her groin for several minutes.
I got up onto my knees then and slid
forward. Her eyes watched feverishly as I held my cock in my hand and aimed it
at her like some fleshy spear. I grabbed her ankles and put them onto my
shoulders so that her pelvis would tilt up and give me better access. I stroked
my cock as I pressed it slowly to her small opening. I pressed and nothing
happened. I rubbed the head around the opening and spread my precum around it.
My cock head brushed against her clit and I felt her legs twitch. I held it
there and rubbed it in a circle. She moaned and closed her eyes. I moved the
fleshy tool back down to her coral pink opening and once again pushed. I felt
the head begin to enter and heard Angel suck in a breath. I looked up and she
had a frown of discomfort on her face. I realized that this would be painful for
her and stopped pushing. I stroked my cock as I held it against her opening and
moved it up to her clit every now and then. She enjoyed the side trips and
moaned to express it. I felt the surge in my scrotum and pressed the head
against her opening as my cum boiled out of me. Angel gasped as she felt the cum
shoot into her. My large cock head effectively sealed our joining and my cum
splooged into her small cunt. She closed her eyes and sought out the sensation
in her loins. A small grin played across her lips as my cock twitched and gave
up its charge.
I pulled away finally and sat back on my haunches. I
looked down and watched as a gray mass of viscous fluid oozed out of her small
opening. Angel sat up and looked down at herself.
I bent down once again
and brought my tongue to her clit. I brought my finger up to her opening and it
squished in amid my gooey discharge. I licked at her clit and at the lips that
sucked at my finger. I tasted the starch of my own cum as it mingled with her
sweeter juices. Angel moaned and rocked from side to side. She placed her legs
over my shoulders and they beat a soft tattoo against my back. She shouted a
loud "Ohhhhhh!" as she was once again driven over the sensuous edge of orgasm.
Her legs clamped down on my ears and I could hear the ocean like rush of my
blood. Her thighs quivered against my cheeks and her stomach muscles rippled in
ecstasy. She released her death grip after a while and I slid up next to
her.
We fell asleep then and dozed for most of several hours. I awoke
first and fixed us some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. They tasted like the
best food we'd ever had as we both sat naked at the kitchen table.
I made
love to her again that evening and then the next day. Our couplings continued
for a couple of years until I too was called up to the big banked tracks. I
guess that Firebird had done the trick. I felt a tear in my eye the day Sissy
and I left the old house and I watched in the rearview mirror as my little angel
waved good-by. I never did fuck her, but we'd had a lot of other ways to satisfy
our desires.
Written for the sweet little angel herself
NgtylilAngel@aol.com, a friend to wanton men everywhere. Send comments to
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