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Subject: {ASSM} Cecille's Plan (Mg Ped Inc)
Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 07:10:02 -0400
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                            Cecille's Plan
                     by Greymead (aka Richard Large)

       Cecille didn't waste any time.  When she heard the front door
close behind her mother, Ceci looked out her window to make sure Mommy
wasn't about to come back in to get something she had forgotten.  When
the car turned the corner at the end of the street, Ceci checked
mentally.  Dad: gone to work.  Bobby: gone to school.  Mom: Gone to
work.  Good.  She was alone in the house with Him, and no one was
expected back for several hours.
       She shucked the flannel nightdress she wore and paused to look at
herself in the full length mirror of her closet door.  Her hair was
brushed to a sheen.  Her breasts were small, but there was nothing she
could do about that.  Her pussy was bald as a cueball, but maybe he
wouldn't notice that right away, until he was too involved to care.
She swallowed the nervous flutters that warred within her belly, but
steeled her resolve.  She had backed down the last two times she had
opportunities, but there might not be another, and she did not want to
regret for the rest of her life, that she had not had the courage to
ask him.
       Naked, she walked quietly up the hallway and stopped outside his
bedroom door to listen.  There was no sound.  Quietly and slowly she
turned the doorknob, eased the door open an inch or so and peered in.
It was dark, and it was a moment before she could make out his shape
in the tangle of bedclothes.  Good.  She eased the door open far
enough to admit her slender form and slipped into his room.
       His smell was everywhere, and it stopped her briefly.  The
fluttering in her belly was joined by a familiar tightening.  She
stepped to the side of the bed, lifted the edge of the blanket, and
carefully slipped in beside him, staying alert for any change in his
breathing that would indicate that she had awakened him.
       Just as she had planned, she waited a few moments to let his
sleep grow calm again before gently slipping her hand toward where his
prick must be.  She let out an involuntary gasp when she found it.
She had expected it to be soft, like her father's had been the couple
of times she had encountered him naked in the hallway on his way to or
from bedroom or bath.  This was hard.  And large.  She began to have
second thoughts.  When she had learned that men put their penises in
women's pussies, her own body had reacted pleasurably, though she
wasn't quite sure what the tightening of her stomach and the tingling
in her pussy had really meant.  She had determined that she would set
out to discover for herself whether such activity would generate the
great pleasures she imagined and anticipated.
       Since then, her own explorations had proven that a great deal of
pleasure waited discovery in sex.  Several times she had read the copy
of Little Loving Niece that she had stolen from Bobby's room, paying
special attention to the parts that aroused her the most.  She knew
from her reading that the pleasures her own hands brought her were
mere shadows of the pleasure she could find with another person just
like she knew that it was hard to seduce an uncle.  But uncles, in
spite of their fear of doing something naughty, could make their
nieces very happy.
       Uncle Harry groaned softly in his sleep as her small hand curled
around his massive prick and pulled at it gently.
       Cecille's other hand crept to the moist juncture of her own
thighs and, with a single finger, probed at the silky folds of her
pussy, paying particular attention to the special little bump that
felt so good.  She never let go of Uncle Harry's cock as she fingered
herself.  She snuck a fingertip into her pussy hole, and let out a
little involuntary gasp when she felt the tug of near pain.  She knew
there would be pain the first time she got a dick in there, but she
also knew that the pain would go away and she would feel incredible
pleasure very soon.  She probed deeper, ignoring the pain, and gasped
again as she felt a warm thrill rush through her.
       The prick in her hand moved a little.  Cecille opened her eyes
and found herself looking right into his warm, brown eyes.  She could
float into them, sink in their warmth and never come up for air.
Suddenly, she realized that if his eyes were open, he was awake.  She
snapped back to reality very suddenly, frightened at what she had
done.  Would he be mad?  Would he tell Mommy and Daddy?  She blushed
at the thought of that humiliation.
       His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her close for a
gentle kiss.
       "Good morning, Cupcake," his voice was a low growl that made her
knees weak with desire, even if he did call her by her childish
nickname.
       "Good morning, Uncle Harry," she ventured, still uncertain about
what was going to happen.
       "Why are you here?"
       "I wanted to wake you up."
       "Well, you sure have.  I expect, since you have a rather intimate
hold on my anatomy, that you had something particular in mind?"
       Ceci wasn't sure how to respond.  Suddenly it all seemed very
foolish and childlike.  She relinquished her hold on his prick, and he
put an arm around her shoulder and drew her close.
       "Not sure what you want, eh?  Would it help you any if I told you
that I find you very attractive and have been desperately avoiding
doing or saying anything sexual for fear that it would be an unwanted
advance?"
       Ceci nodded, overwhelmed by the sudden realization that he was
saying he wanted sex with her, too.
       "Are you a virgin?" he asked gently.
       She found herself sinking into his deep eyes, suddenly at ease
with him.  This was one of the things she loved about him - he was so
easy to talk to about anything, no matter how intimate.  "Yes," she
admitted, blushing.
       He looked thoughtful.  "It will hurt," he said.
       "I know."
       He arched his eyebrows inquiringly.
       "I read it in a book."
       "I see."  His smile seemed genuine, though his tone was a trifle
patronizing.  "Don't believe everything you read," he added.
       His hand brushed her hair out of her eyes.  Then he bent to kiss
her on the lips.  She was surprised at how it made her tingle when his
tongue probed her lips for entry.  She let her mouth go open a bit as
he nipped gently at her lower lip.  Then his tongue seemed to fill her
mouth, stroking her lips, her gums, her own tongue.  She went limp
under him as she let the feelings wash over her.  It was just like the
book said.
       When she sagged, he broke the kiss.  She opened her eyes to see
what was wrong, and saw concern in his eyes.  "Are you all right,
Ceci?"
       Instead of answering, she wrapped her slender arms around his
neck and pulled him down for another kiss.  This time it was her own
tongue that explored new territory.
       His question answered, Uncle Harry stroked her body.  First, he
just slipped his hand down her side, resting briefly on the edge of
her hipbone, then he reached behind her to cup her ass and pull her
closer to him.  She could feel the hardness of his prick poking at her
belly, and reached to grasp it again.
       Suddenly, he rolled her over on her back and hovered over her
like some wild animal crouching over its kill.  As his lips touched
her neck, she shivered.  The touch sent electric signals sparkling
through her body, making her wish for more.
       He sucked and nipped lightly at her skin, nuzzling his way down,
over her shoulders.  She gasped slightly when he briefly touched her
hardened nipple, but he continued, covering her whole chest with
kisses before returning to pay special attention to her nipples.  His
mouth closed around the erect tissue and he swished his tongue around
it, causing a new flood of sensations flashing through her,
electrically connecting her nipple to her pussy as if they were one
united thing tuned to receive these special signals.  She felt the
flutter of her pussy that she knew meant that it would soon be
dripping with its own moisture.  Her body warred between the desire to
pull Uncle Harry's head close, to intensify and prolong the contact or
to lay back and let him roam freely over her taut body.
       She made no conscious decision, but allowed him to do as he
desired, without direction.  His mouth moved to her other nipple,
arousing her still further as the sensations he had awakened were
doubled.  She felt his hand cup her young pussy, a finger probing
gently at its center, and her legs parted to ease the entry.  The
finger slipped into her a little, then stopped when it came to rest at
the narrow opening of her cherry.  She hunched against the finger,
hoping to signal that she was ready for that particular obstacle to be
removed, but he withdrew his hand.
       He raised his head and looked down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded.
She moaned her disappointment and reached for him, but he moved away,
shifting himself, kneeling between her feet, then bent forward again.
       She thought she might go crazy when his lips contacted the soft
flesh of her inner thigh and his tongue trailed from her knee to just
short of her aching pussy.  She knew she was going to go crazy when,
instead of the intimate kiss she expected and dearly craved, he kissed
the inside of her other thigh, again trailing his tongue up the
sensitive flesh, stopping before he reached her pussy.
       Again, he sat up on his haunches to look down at her.  She
groaned and held her arms to him to tell him how much she wanted his
kiss.  "Please, Uncle Harry."  Her voice cracked, betraying her
intense desire.  Harry smiled down at her, teasing, stroking her
throbbing nipples, caressing her soft skin, but denying her the
special touch she was dying for.
       He raised her knees, placing them over his shoulders as he
crouched back down.  His hands sought and found her small breasts,
catching her nipples between thumb and forefinger and his mouth dipped
toward her center, the tongue scooping between the swollen lips of her
sex to taste her creamy juices.
       As her uncle's tongue slurped up, through the swampy slit and
dragged across the little knot of her clit, Ceci's hips rose of their
own accord, seeking to prolong the touch.  The combination of his most
intimate kiss and the simultaneous pinching of her nipples, sent her
crashing toward an orgasm unlike any she had experienced at the touch
of her own fingers.  She felt as if she were being lifted on the back
of an angel toward a passionate pleasure that must reserved for only
the very best of girls.
       The touch of Uncle Harry's tongue against her clit was the focus
of the whole world, and she could sense all things spinning out from
that center.  It was all too much for her to hold, and shudder after
shudder ran through her body signalling the shedding of energy as her
orgasms increased in intensity.  Her hips jerked up and down,
spreading her creamy pussy juice all over Uncle Harry's chin and mouth
as spasms wracked her body.
       At each spasm, Uncle Harry pinched her nipples a little bit
harder, nipped at the swollen lips of her sex a little bit more
ardently until, finally, one crashing orgasm filled her body, making
her go absolutely rigid as flashing hot delight smashed back and forth
through her body.
       When, after what seemed an eternity, it subsided, she was drained
of energy.  She lay limp upon the bed as Uncle Harry slid up the
length of her body to plant a juicy kiss on her lips.  She returned
the kiss loosely. "Oh, thank you, Uncle Harry!"  It was, perhaps, the
most sincere thank you she had ever communicated.
       Then, as Ceci lay limp, fulfilled and relishing new and wonderful
sensations, Uncle Harry crouched between her knees and dipped the
purple knob of his prick between the outer lips of her pussy, covering
it with her plentiful juices.
       Ceci, in response to the sensual touch, arched her hips up to
encourage and prolong the sensations he aroused in her already sated
body.
       Uncle harry carefully and slowly pressed his knob against her
pussy, letting her relax as he entered the narrow space.  When his
cock was stopped by her hymen, he paused to allow her to become
accustomed to his presence inside her.  She pushed her hips up toward
him.  "Please, Uncle Harry," she urged, "push it in!"
       He held her hips between his hands, and pulled back slightly to
spread more of her juices to the outer lips of her pussy.  There would
be enough discomfort in tearing the membrane of her maidenhead.  No
need to add to the pain by entering her without sufficient
lubrication.  Then, slowly, gently, insistently, he pressed against
the membrane with the swollen head of his prick.
       Ceci, feeling the pain begin to mount, knew that this was the
moment.  She lunged up against him, urging him into her.  She did not
speak for fear of crying out her pain, which she knew would stop him.
Instead, she pressed her heels against the back of his legs and pulled
him toward her as she pushed her hips up to him.
       Suddenly there was a tearing feeling and she felt him slip deeper
inside her, filling her up.  The pain was lost in the wonder as more
and more of his hot, swollen flesh worked inside her pussy.  When she
was full, he kept pushing more in.  She hadn't known she could feel so
full of Uncle Harry.  It was wonderful!
       Harry, feeling the tearing of her hymen, slowed his entry,
pushing into his young niece slowly, allowing her time to adjust to
the new sensations.  It seemed forever before he was buried in her to
the hilt.  She was tighter than anything he had ever had his prick in
before.  He knew it would not be long before he was jetting his jism
deep into her grasping cunt.
       The sensations of his big prick sliding over the sensitive flesh
of her cunt and stretching the inner lips wide seemed to be
transmitted straight to the tight bud of her clit.  The warmth rose
through the pain, washing it away as it built in a hot pleasure to
fill her.  As Uncle Harry pulled his pecker slowly back out, she was
surprised to discover that the heat and pleasure only increased, even
as she felt progressively emptier.
       Then, he had pulled back far enough that only the head was in
her, held by her outer lips just as he had started.  The incredible
fullness she had felt only moments earlier was replaced by an
incredible emptiness that seemed deeper and more profound than any
emptiness she had ever felt.  Her heels pulled at his legs, urging him
to fill her again.
       Uncle Harry mused at her eagerness.  No sooner had he pulled out
than she wanted to feel him pushing back in.  The original tightness
of her pussy had relaxed some, but she was still very tight around
him.  He eased in as slowly as he had the first time, revelling in the
intensity of the sensations.
       As he buried himself in her again, he felt the unstoppable rise
of his jizz, warm in the volcanic depths of his ardor.  Cecille began
to whimper and wriggle under him, and he could feel that incredibly
tight passage clutch and spasm, signalling her orgasm.  That was the
trigger.  The pressure of hot lava rising within him exploded,
erupted, pumping his jism into her tight channel, flooding her.
Unthinking, he pounded once, twice, three times, filling her with his
sperm until his own pumping pushed it out, coating the length of his
cock and dribbling from the tightly stretched lips of her hairless
pussy, pooling on the sheet under her little butt.
       As the urgency abated, Harry looked down at his young niece,
aghast at his brutal treatment of her.  She looked into his eyes with
loving fulfillment, and he breathed a sigh of relief that he had not,
after all, hurt her.
       After a couple of moments, he withdrew slowly and inspected her
pussy.  She was stretched and raw, but not torn.  There was a
surprising lack of blood, considering that she had obviously been a
virgin.  He kissed the swollen lips lightly, to make them feel better.
Ceci lay on her back, allowing the warm feeling of aftersex to fill
her with comfort and wellbeing.
       They ate breakfast together and kissed frequently over the course
of the day, caressing each other's bodies from time to time.  Ceci was
glad she had finally managed to overcome her fear of rejection.  Harry
was glad she had, too.
       They made love one more time, slowly, gently, in the early
afternoon.  Ceci sucked his cock, tasting sperm for the first time.
Harry had feasted again on her young and hairless pussy, telling her
how beautiful it was and comparing it to a peach, both in texture and
taste.  Ceci privately vowed that she would keep it hairless.
       In the evening, when the family came home from work and school,
Ceci and Harry had to be very careful not to do anything that would
give their secret away.  It was almost a relief when it was time for
Uncle Harry to go to the airport, though they would not make love
again for a long time.  Each had fond memories to keep them company.
       Weeks later, Ceci discovered that she had more than memories.
Neither she nor Uncle Harry had given a single thought to birth
control, and Cecille was pregnant.
       She adamantly refused to reveal the identity of the father,
despite dire threats from her parents.  The resulting animosity was
such that no one questioned it when, five years later, at the age of
seventeen, she took her daughter and moved to Omaha to live with her
Uncle Harry.
       In Omaha, when Harry introduced Ceci to his friends and
associates as his niece, they all smiled and winked.  It was the
beginning of a wonderful relationship.

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