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Title: 	Jamies's Story
Author:  MeatBot
Keywords: incest intergen underage 

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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
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     Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to
reality is accidental and would be damn surprising. Be warned that
this story may involve explicit descriptions of sexual activities,
including possibly some defined under law as "Weird Shit". Do not read
this story if you believe fictional characters should not have sex, or
if you are less than the age of consent in your social or legal group,
or if you live under a repressive, totalitarian regime in an
out-of-the-way place such as the USA. If you like it, I did it. If you
hate it, I didn't. If it offends you, it was a misprint. If you want
to sue me, I don't exist. Sue the internet. These are just words,
people. Just words.

Be warned, this is a goofy story with poor punctuation, bad grammar,
and lots of misspelled words. I am not an English major. Deal with it.
This stuff is not true. None of it. I made it up. No names were
changed to protect the innocent. Just pretend, if you have to. I did.
Actually, folks, stuff like this doesn't really happen in real life...
sorry. 



Jamie is my cousin's daughter. My cousin has been single since Jamie
was one or two, and I have been the person that she always turned to
when she needed anything done around the house, or just needed
company. Somehow over the years, not surprisingly I guess, we turned
to each other for intimacy, and began a sexual relationship. I spent
many a night with her, she lived less than a mile from me, and I was
happy with her in my arms. That we were cousins didn't seem to matter
much to her, and of course I, with access to a still surprisingly
beautiful and sexual woman, had no complaints at all. 

So Jamie grew up being quite used to me being around, and I'm sure
that my relationship with her mother was understood by her, at least
subconsciously. We all got along pretty good, and as Jamie matured and
turned into an equally beautiful young lady, my attentions began to
focus on her, also.

The whole thing started for real when she was roughly thirteen. My
cousin's job took her out of state about once a month, often Jamie
stayed with me at my house for the weekend when this happened, but as
she got older she wanted to stay at her house. That didn't matter to
me, I enjoyed her company, and I tried not to leer overtly at her as
she danced about and capered, often affording me glimpses of her
panties. I loved her dearly at this point, and it was only natural to
lust after her also. She tolerated me well, obviously recognizing my
lusts, and seeming to be amused at them, and also a little awed that
she had such power over me.

One day right before my cousin returned from a business trip, Jamie
and I were talking, and, as we seemed to more and more, we were
talking in double entendres and making reference to sex and bodies and
such. She said something about her Mom and I sleeping together, and I
feigned innocence.

"I know you do it, I've seen you." She said, smirking.

"Do what?" I said, acting innocent, wondering what she saw and how she
could have seen it.

"Do "it". I know you two have sex. I've seen you."

"You have not, liar..."

"Oh yes I have... I've seen you naked even..."

"How? You been peeking through keyholes?" I knew that their house
didn't have keyholes. I wondered if we'd neglected to close and lock
the door once.

She clammed up after that, for a while. But she just couldn't stand
it. The subject came back up several times that evening, and finally I
called her out on it.

"Jamie, you're just saying that. Either tell me how you've managed to
see me, or put a plug in it."

She was a little embarrassed, and squirmed around a bit, but finally
got up from the couch and led me into the hall. My cousin's house
wasn't very old, but it had been modified a bit since the original
version. The central/heat air unit had been in the hall at one time,
but had been moved to the attic. The spot where it had been had been
made into a hall closet, and it just so happened to adjoin the closet
in Laine's bedroom. Jamie opened the door, and disappeared into the
hall closet. "Go in my Mom's room." She said, and I did. There,
indeed, I saw her appear in her Mom's closet, and close the double
doors until just an inch separated them. I immediately believed her.
She had been spying on us, in my cousin's bed! It was laid out before
her, before the closet. You couldn't ask for a better seat. She could
enter the closet from the hall, watch us while we screwed ourselves
silly, and then go back to her room, at her leisure. She just had to
be careful not to make any noise.

"Damn. Damn." I said, my mind racing. She exited the closet, laughing,
and went back to the living room. I followed her, my mind racing,
actually pretty turned on when I stopped to think about it. She had
seen me naked. She'd done better than that, she'd seen me fucking her
Mom, no telling how many times.

"Good grief, girl." I said, when we were sat back down. "How long have
you been doing that?"

"You're not mad? You're not going to tell?" She said, looking nervous.

"No, no... It's kind of, uhm... sexy when I think about it..." I said,
idly, watching her closely for her reaction. She just laughed.

"You are such a pervert... I dunno, maybe a year..." She said,
tee-hee-heeing some more.

"I'm a pervert!" I exploded. "You're the one spying on us, two normal
adults, doing what adults do. You're the little pervert! You peeper!"

She giggled some more. "You are a double pervert, having sex with your
cousin. You should be ashamed. And I know you wish you could do more
than that."

True. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant, but I had my hopes. I
started to wonder how I could turn this to my advantage, with her.

"Okay, Jamie. I halfway believe you. But I'm not going to fully
believe you until next time, when we're done, and I see you come out
of that closet. At least wave to me. Your Mom almost always takes a
bath when we get done, you come out of that closet and say hi to me,
at least. Then I'll believe you."

She looked embarrassed and thoughtful. The bath part was true, her Mom
almost always took a lot hot soaking bath after we screwed. She was in
there an hour sometimes. I often went to sleep before she returned.
The thought of me still being naked while Jamie peeked out of the
closet at me turned me on even more. This was the best thing that had
happened to me in a long time.

The rest of the weekend passed in a blur, and that was pretty much all
I thought about. Finally her Mom returned, and I went back home, where
I pretty much rubbed myself raw thinking about Jamie hiding in the
closet, watching me bang her Mom. I could hardly wait until the
weekend, when I knew I'd be back over there.



Everything was pretty normal, I stayed with Jamie and her Mom that
Friday night, like I thought I would. I tried to act normal, and
probably pretty much succeeded, although more than once I caught Jamie
giving me peculiar looks. We watched TV until fairly late, and then
were off to our respective bedrooms. I was really charged up, and I
tried to control myself, not wanting Laine to noticed anything any
different. We kissed and wrestled around on the bed for a while, and
finally I entered her. We fucked for a long time, fast and slow, and
finally she got up on her hands and knees, which I knew was the signal
to finish the job. I fucked her hard from behind, wishing I could see
the closet door, pounding away until she came and I knew it was safe
for me to come. We lay exhausted for a few minutes, until she suddenly
got up. 

"I'm gonna take a bath, wanna come?" The ritual had to finish itself.

"No thanks, I just did." I said, she giggled, got in her bathrobe, and
dug around for a pair of panties. I asked her to turn on the TV, and I
took a risk and asked her to lock the door when she left. She looked
puzzled, and I said, "I just don't want Jamie sticking her head in
here when I don't have anything on."

She laughed. "I'm sure she went to sleep hours ago. You worry too
much."

She disappeared, locking the door behind her. I hoped she didn't check
on Jamie, but Jamie was a big girl and usually closed and often locked
her door, I had heard the click many times before. I waited, stark
naked, Laine's juices still drying on my semi-hard dick, for something
to happen. Finally I waved at the closet. "You can come out now."

For a second nothing happened, then she did come out! I was overjoyed,
and immediately felt a twitch from my dick. She was in a little
nightie that barely reached below her crotch, her long muscular legs
looking great. She opened the closet door, and exited slowly, seeming
to not dare to look down at my dick. I knew it didn't matter, she'd
seen it all already, hard and soft. We both looked at each other, and
giggled quietly.

"So." I said, "You were telling the truth. You little pervert."

She just giggled.

"It's not fair, you know." I said. "You have clothes on while I'm
naked. You should take that off if you're going to stay and talk."

We both froze for a moment as her Mom turned on the water in the
bathroom. Jamie made sure the door was locked, to my relief. She came
up to the bed, less than two feet from me. My dick was slowly
hardening, and I thought of being naked with her.

"You wish I'd take it off, you pervert." She said, still giggling. I
looked up at her, to see her eyes flash from my dick to my own eyes.
Yeah! I thought. I'm no John Holmes, but there's nothing wrong with my
dick, it's maybe slightly above average, and formed well. It was
satisfying to see her steal glances at it, and satisfying to think
that every dick she saw from now on she'd probably compare to it.

"Yeah, I do wish." I said. "It's only fair. Next time, when you come
out of the closet, you should be naked. Like me."

She giggled softly. "We'll see. We'll see."

That was it, she hemmed and hawed a few more minutes, and finally
became noticeably nervous, jumping when the water in the bathroom
abruptly turned off.

"Don't worry about her, she'll be in there for another thirty
minutes." I said, but she was ready to go, and waving goodbye, she
went back through the closet to her room. I was sad to see her go so
quickly, but I had plenty of new material for my fantasies, and was
pretty pleased at the way things turned out. I wondered and hoped that
she would take me seriously, and be naked when she at least peeked out
of the closet. That would be incredible. I could die happy then.




The next weekend rolled around. To my disappointment they left town to
see Jamie's grandparents, and I had a lonely weekend all to myself.
But the weekend after that, there I was again, rolling around in
Laine's bed. I fucked her good and hard, wondering if I was putting on
a show for Jamie, peering again and again at the cracked-open closet
doors, wondering if she was in there. I grinned widely at her a few
times, and acted like a monkey while I fucked her Mom from the rear,
doing it where I could see the closet door this time. I almost made
out movement inside the closet, and redoubled my efforts.

This time Laine locked the door without being asked. I settled back,
waiting for Jamie to appear, or not. To my joy the closet doors slowly
slid open, and she hesitatingly stepped out. To my great joy she was
topless, just wearing a pair of panties, actually what looked like a
thong. She shyly covered her breasts with one hand and arm, and had a
silly, almost embarrassed look on her face.

"Awwww." I said. "Come here, baby. Don't be shy." She giggled softly
and came on out of the closet.

"How did you like the show?" I asked softly, and she giggled some
more. She came and stood next to me, now staring unabashedly at my
dick. It twitched and began to slowly grow, in spite of my exhaustion.
I made the turn-around symbol with my hand, and she grimaced, and
slowly turned, allowing me to see her gorgeous ass. It was so
beautiful I almost came on the spot. She slowly turned back around.

We talked for a few minutes, about nothing really in particular.
Finally, almost unconsciously, her hand dropped, and I stared at her
beautiful breasts, in all their glory. They were typical teen breasts,
like those I had collected in the tens of thousands on my computer.
High, firm and tight, just about palm-sized, with huge puffy nipples,
well past the size of even a fifty-cent piece. I stared and stared,
causing her to cover them again, and then slowly drop her hand.

"Well?" She finally said, as the conversation had slowed to a stop.

"Jamie..." I breathed softly. "You are so beautiful... I can't even
speak..."

She giggled self-consciously. "Yeah yeah. Well, did you have a good
time with Mom?"

"Oh yes," I said. "Very good. It was even more intense because I knew
you were watching."

She giggled at that, her attention momentarily on the sounds in the
bathroom. Finally she spoke again.

"Do you really like showing off?"

"I don't think of it as that..." Actually, I did. "I try not to think
of you watching while I do it. It just gets in the way."

"What do you think about... While you do it?"

"I don't know, it's hard to explain... a lot of times I don't really
think, I just kind of float along..."

"My Mom really seemed to like it that time..."

"Yes, she comes like crazy sometimes... Your mom knows how to let go,
to just enjoy it... she doesn't have a lot of hang-ups..."

"Does she always squeal like that?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Not always. I know I'm getting to her good
when she does, though. Do you ever hear us in your room when we're...
" I was weirdly hesitant to say the word in front of her, although it
turned me on, "When we're fucking?"

"No..." She seemed puzzled. "I don't... I don't know why, she was
pretty loud that time."

The conversation dragged. All I could do is stare at her beautiful
tits. I wanted to touch them so bad it hurt. She jumped when the water
next door was cut off.

"Well..." She said. "I guess I should be going."

"Jamie. Wait a minute." My voice was low. "Please... before you go...
just let me squeeze your boobs... once..."

She laughed nervously.

I went on, desperate. "You're just so beautiful... I can't hardly
stand it... Please, just once... let me touch them..."

She almost frowned for a second, and then smiled. "Okay, okay. I guess
you can. But hurry."

Instantly, my hands latched onto her fantastic breasts. They were so
soft, soft yet firm... I cupped them in my palms and slid my fingers
around on them. Her nipples were incredible, hard, yet soft... Her
huge puffy nipples didn't really stick out, they were just... big... I
was in heaven. My dick was rock hard almost instantly. She stood
there, motionless, her eyes rolled back in her head while she listened
for sounds of her Mom in the bathroom. I don't think she really
noticed at all, at least for a while, what I was doing.

I massaged and rubbed her breasts, rolling them around, kneading them.
I could have died then and there, a happy man. I softly pinched her
huge puffy nipples, feeling their thickness between my fingers.
Incredible, just incredibly. Finally, after that thankfully felt like
minutes of this, she pulled away slightly.

"Okay... I've gotta go..."

I reached for her hand, and brought it to my lips.

"Jame... thank you... you are incredible..."

As I kissed her fingers, I drew a trembling breath through my nose.
Instantly, my nose filled up with the scent of raw, wet pussy...
Jeezus, I thought, as I realized what had happened... She'd been in
the closet, watching us fuck... and fingering her pussy. Playing with
herself. 

I almost came at that moment. I drew another breath, strongly, and let
her hand go. She disappeared into the closet, back to her room.
Hurriedly, I searched the floor for her mother's panties, cramming
them under my nose to smell Laine's pussy, then jacking off into them.
I came in just a few seconds, remembering the soft feel of Jamie's
beautiful tits in my hands. I hid the panties and laid back exhausted,
waiting for Laine to get done in the tub.



Jamie and my relationship changed subtly after that, for the good. She
knew by then how much I wanted her, her body at least, and she was
very aware and fairly respectful of her power over me. She didn't
abuse it, she could have jerked me around like a fish on a line, but
she didn't. She made a lot more double entendres when we talked, and
giggled even more, and just all around became more sexual around me.
That was fine with me. I had no idea where this was headed, but I
liked the way we were getting there.

So, back to the grind. Back to work, and the real world. I wanted to
jack off every night, but I didn't, I wanted to save myself up for the
weekend. I didn't expect to get to fuck Jamie, I somehow knew better
than that, but I wanted to be primed and prepared for whatever came
up, so to speak, and I knew that I could hold an erection better when
I hadn't ejaculated for a few days.

So, this was it... the big weekend, when her Mom went out of town... I
didn't have any idea what was going to happen, or even what I would
plan, but I had high hopes. Like I said, our relationship had changed.
And, I'd seen her tits. I had high hopes for seeing even more of her,
this weekend.

We didn't do anything out of the ordinary Friday night, at least not
until fairly late. About ten o'clock, we were still watching TV,
talking, just laying around. I had, as I almost always do, placed my
camera in the car before driving over. I already had thousands upon
thousands of pictures of Jamie, but none like what I was hoping to
take. She was a good photo model, and very used to the camera, she
usually acted like she didn't even know it was there. Very
un-selfconcious. Perfect. 

I just didn't know how to bring the subject up. I wanted this to be at
her pace, at her speed, I didn't want to rush things. And, I enjoyed
the anticipation. Finally, though, I saw my chance. We were talking,
and the subject of money came up. She asked me how old she'd have to
be to get a job, which I didn't know, and she started complaining and
whining about needing money. I'm sure that was true, her Mom did okay,
but didn't really rake it it. And, anyway, kids always need money. 

"I just wish there was something I could do." She said plaintively,
her face in a grimace of frustration.

"Well..." I thought hard. "I'll tell you what... I'll pay you, if you
let me take some pictures of you."

The look on her face told me instantly she knew exactly what I was
hoping for. Damn, busted so quick.

"Yeah, I bet you would. Huh." She laughed at me, kind of sneery-like.

"Hey." I acted offended. "I'm a guy. You know what guys like. Give me
a break."

"Okay, I'll bite." She thought for a moment. "Exactly what kind of
pictures?"

"Nothing extreme. Just you, laying around, looking sexy, wearing maybe
a pair of panties..."

"Panties? That's it? Huh... I bet... you wish..."

"Hey, now. Don't worry, I've seen them before, and I behaved..."

"You so did not, you had to paw all over them!"

"Yeah, yeah, and you let me. I think maybe you even liked it."

"Yeah yeah. Okay, how about this. I'll let you take your pictures, and
I'll wear panties, but let me show you the t-shirt I want to wear, and
then you can decide. Okay?"

"Okay." Anything was better than nothing. She got up and disappeared
into her room. I waited, and a minute later she was back, wearing a
little t-shirt that almost made me cum in my pants. It had been cut
off, hacked really, and left her whole stomach bare, up to and
including the bottoms of her breasts. I stared longingly at the
breasts that I had held, almost seeing her nipples, the shirt was cut
so high. She was right. It was almost sexier than seeing her naked.

"Deal." I said quickly, wanting this to happen so bad I couldn't stand
it.

"Hee hee. I thought you'd like it. Julia made it for me. I was just
never brave enough to wear it before."

The word Julia brought a twitch to my dick. Julia was Jamie's best
friend, a little teen-aged fox that almost brought tears to my eyes at
times. I could tell, just looking at Julia, that she was no stranger
to things sexual. She had a frankness about her that was disarming,
and incredibly sexy. I knew that Jamie told Julia everything. I
wondered what she had told her about seeing my dick.

"What are we talking about here?" She asked, turning, unconsciously
modeling the t-shirt for me.

"What do you mean..." I was still in awe, staring at her beautiful
tits, hanging out of the shirt.

"How much money?"

"Oh that..." Idly I wondered how much this weekend was going to cost
me. At this point, money was no object. "How about a hundred, even?"

That shocked her, a little. She nodded thoughtfully, and I could
almost see dollar signs in her eyes. "Yeah, that sounds good..."

I had another thought. "You got a thong?"

The thoughtful look returned. "Yeah. I got one Julia gave me..."

Oh god... I wanted to examine it first, to see if it still smelled
like Julia... It was hard to just nod. "Yes, good... that'll work...
Well, let's get started."

She disappeared into her room, to change out of her shorts. I looked
for some furniture to push around or something, but there wasn't much
I could do. Their living room wasn't very large, at all. The couch
would have to do. I ran out to my car, and returned with my camera. I
pleaded with the gods for a moment, and then opened the card slot, to
see my high capacity card already in place. Hurriedly I wiped all the
pictures on the card, trusting that I had already downloaded them. I
put my other two cards in my pocket, and put the flash on, praying
again that there were good batteries in the flash. This was my big
chance, I felt like. This was it. Don't blow it.

"Ta da." She emerged from her room, and posed for me. She looked stark
naked beneath the t-shirt, the thong was so tiny, and it was kind of a
light tan color. Two strings ran around her waist to her back. I made
the "turn-around" motion with my hand, and she gave me the look, and
then turned around. Her ass was gorgeous,  plump and firm, beautiful,
just beautiful. Just like I had dreamed. A thong string ran right down
into her crack and disappeared, lost in the wonderful cleavage of her
ass. I could almost taste it, and smell it. I wanted to be that
string.

Without asking, she carefully seated herself on the couch. I began
clicking. The next hour, if hour it was, passed all to quickly, until
I had two thousand pictures on the card. She was a natural, I thought,
although in reality I have no idea what would make a photo model good
or not, but she was so open and un-selfconcious. Incredible. She lay
on her side on the couch, tentatively pulling her shirt down, but it
was no use. Her breasts didn't sag, but the shirt did. Her nipples
showed, in all their glory, and I clicked away. My dick was pretty
hard by now, approaching the painful state. I got her to lay on her
back, facing me, her head leaned over the edge of the couch, and her
legs in the air. Her tits held up high and proud as her shirt fell to
her neck, and I clicked away. I got her to lay on the couch on her
back, facing me, her legs spread wide, and I got the most pleasant
surprise of the evening. I had high hopes for this position, and I
wasn't disappointed.

The thong was fairly tiny, and it did not begin to cover her whole
pubic area. Matts of thick silky hair squeezed out under it, above and
below. I was in heaven. Now, don't get me wrong. I usually like my
girls bare, like Laine, who was a religious shaver. And I like
naturally bare little girls. Nothing is sexier to me than a cute
little bald pussy. But seeing Jamie's pubic hair turned me on like
nothing else had before, a glimpse of something that I knew I
shouldn't be seeing, I don't know what. It was damn sexy, though.

I was wanting so bad to free my dick up, to let it out of it's
confinement, but I didn't have the nerve yet to ask her, and I wasn't
going to just do it. I kept on clicking. I got her to spread and
spread her legs further, and I got down in front of her, photographing
her face as it loomed over her pussy area. I concentrated on the pussy
area sometimes, and the face sometimes. I almost imagined I could see
her pussy beneath the soft tan cloth, and sometimes, when she put her
legs back together, there was a hint of a camel-toe. It was all just
so sexy to me, it was the most incredible hour of my life so far, the
fulfillment of all my dreams. Just seeing her tits flop out from under
that shirt was enough... but seeing her mound of pussy hair... that
just blew me away.

Finally I got her to lay on the couch on her stomach, with her ass
pointed at me. Her beautiful ass. She stood up on her legs, with them
spread out to each side, and I clicked away. Her ass was the most
beautiful thing I'd ever seen, going down into her thick muscular
thighs... I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. And I was going to
have these pictures to myself from now on.

Jame has been in dance since she was six or seven years old, and is in
fairly good shape. Her legs are, like I said, muscular and strong. She
has a little roll of baby fat around her belly, just enough to turn me
on even more, for reasons unknown to me. I was beginning to long to
touch her, to rub on her, to run my hands across her ribs and belly
and to feel her strong thighs beneath my palms. I had to touch her,
somehow. If this was all I got, it was enough... but if I could talk
her into letting me touch... and she'd already let me touch her
breasts, for free, no less. I idly wondered how much money was in my
billfold.

I finally had to stop and change cards in my camera. The new card
wouldn't hold nearly what the big one did, but oh well. I'd have to
slow down a little.

I finally fulfilled one of my fantasies, getting her to stand before
me, facing away, and then bend over double at the waist, finally
grasping her legs to peer at me from between her calves. Her butt
looked fantastic when she did this, and it was spread apart far enough
to see the wrinkled brown skin around her asshole plainly. The string
went right down the middle, hardly hiding anything, and black hair was
everywhere. God, she had a hairy ass. I loved it. I wanted my tongue
and nose in there so bad I couldn't stand it. 

In years past, right up to the present, in fact, I had examined
Jamie's panties every chance I got. Often, in fact last weekend, when
I checked on their house for them while they were away, I entered
Jamie's room and the bathroom to find her panties, to sniff and lick
and rub myself with them. I had a pretty good collection of them at
home, and even a few that were still smelly. I knew that, as with most
young girls, that her hygiene lacked at times, and I occasionally
found "racing stripes" in her panties. I didn't care. I would run my
tongue across and around that asshole any time.

Something else about Jamie that turned me on, strange as it might
sound, was her perspiration. I had picked her up after her dance
lesson many times, when she was still covered with sweat, and I could
smell the almost animal scent of her, and it turned me on
terrifically. I had masturbated many times dreaming about pressing my
face into her underarm, drinking in her smell, her wonderful sweaty
smell. I realize that not everyone shares this interest, but it
affected me powerfully at times. I would have liked nothing more than
to run my tongue down her underarm, and smell her beautiful smells. I
admit it. I was obsessed with her. With everything about her. That's
why this was such a turn-on, such a dream-come-true for me.

I could tell she had finally had about enough of all this, and I
figured I had gotten my hundred dollar's worth. I finally took one
last shot, and put my camera away. She lay on the couch, tired, and we
watched TV for a while longer, or rather she watched TV and I watched
her. Finally she yawned and stretched.

"Well, I think... I think I'll head to bed... uhm, thanks for the
money..."

"Oh, thank you. You made me very happy."

"Yeah." She snorted. "I bet." She surprised me, then. I had thought a
hundred bucks would be enough, for now. "Uhm, can you think of
anything else I can do, to earn money? Is there anything else, uhm,
you want?"

Oh. Was there. I bit my tongue. My mind raced.

"Jamie. Darling." I wasn't sure how to approach it, but she had
asked... "Jamie... okay, listen. You listen, and if you don't like
this, we'll just pretend I never said it, okay?"

Her eyes opened. She looked serious, then nodded.

"Okay. If you give me that thong, and that t-shirt, and maybe the
panties you wore to school today, I'll give you twenty-five more
bucks. If you take them off in front of me."

She looked faintly scandalized, which was hard to do with her tits
exposed half-way to the nipples, but then she thoughtfully nodded.
"Okay. Deal."

"Okay. And... once again, only if you want to... I'll give you fifty
bucks if you stay the rest of the night naked... without anything
on... until tomorrow morning..."

She looked really scandalized then, but just for a moment.

"Uhm, okay... deal... I have to stay up all night?"

"No, you don't have to... if you don't mind me peeking in on you when
you're asleep."

"Pervert." She laughed. "Okay. That's it?"

"No, that's not it." Every time, judging by the look on her face, I'm
certain now that she thought I was going to ask to fuck her. I thought
about it, of course, who wouldn't, but the way I saw it I had already
gone way further than I should have with her. I mean, I trusted her, I
wouldn't have done any of this if I didn't, but it just wasn't worth
it to me to go all the way. And in a way I think I didn't want to
spoil her, or something like that... In a way I wanted her to stay my
semi-innocent sexy, trusting little girl, silly as that sounds.

"What." She said, steeling herself.

"Okay. Once again, only if you want. Right?" She nodded expectantly. I
continued. "I will give you another hundred bucks if you give me
touching, kissing and feeling privileges. Just for tonight. Until the
morning."

She was almost relieved, I think, that it was just that. She agreed
way too quickly, and I asked her if she was sure. She nodded.

"Okay. The only thing is, we'll probably have to go to the ATM in the
morning. And, for god's sake, you can't let your Mom know you have all
this money. She's not an idiot."

"My Mom never knows how much money I have. It's none of her business."

"Well, just don't flash it around in front of her."

"Yeah yeah. Okay. Well do I get to sleep any tonight, though?"

"Yes, Jamie, as soon as you're naked you can go to sleep, if you can
sleep while I slobber on you."

She laughed at that, at least. She slowly stood up.

"What do I do first."

"First, get out of those things and give them to me. No, wait, go get
your other panties first. And get me a zip-loc bag."

She laughed again at that, and went to the kitchen, got me a bag, and
went to her bedroom and got the panties she had worn earlier that day.
Then she stood before me, suddenly kind of shy or nervous.

"Don't worry, darling... You're beautiful, don't be ashamed." I said,
and she slowly drew her t-shirt over her head, freeing her beautiful
tits. I stared hungrily at them, already imagining my tongue on them.
She slid the thong down her legs, and stood before me, in all her
naked glory. She was a fox, a goddess, oh god she was a fox. So sexy.
She looked like a lost little girl, just waiting for me to do or say
something.

"It's alright darling, you're doing just fine. Give me those things,
and put those other panties back on."

She handed me the t-shirt and thong, and slid the other pair of
panties back up her leg. She hadn't asked me why yet.

"Okay, now, if you would, or better yet if you would let me, I want
you to rub the crotch of those panties deep into your pussy, to get
all that beautiful pussy smell on them you can. And your butt, to. I
don't care if it leaves a racing stripe."

She giggled, self-conscious about that for sure, but still just stood
there. I leaned forward, out of my chair. "May I?"

She nodded, and I placed one hand on her wonderful ass to steady her,
and began rubbing the other one up and down in her slit, rubbing the
panties into her pussy. This close to her I could smell her wonderful
soft scent, and the softness of her pubic mound on my hand turned me
on terrifically. I rubbed it until I felt heat began to build up, and
finally I stopped.

"Okay, now the other end. If you would bend over slightly?"

She did, obediently, and I did the same thing to her ass, feeling the
soft pucker of her asshole through the panties, rubbing it in, finally
doing a rotary motion with my finger, right into the center of her
fabulous asshole. She giggled at that. Finally I was done, and she
carefully stepped out of the panties and handed them to me. I wasn't
ashamed to cup them to my nose and breathe in her wonderful smell, and
I watched her eyes go wide as I did. I don't know if it disgusted or
amused her, I really didn't care. I put the panties in the zip-loc
bag, wishing they would last forever, knowing that they would fade
with time.

She stood before me, naked. I just stared. Her pussy was fantastic,
although it was covered with thick black hair I could see her slit
start, and disappear between her legs. I almost imagined I could smell
it. Maybe I could.

"What now?" She said, and I tore my eyes away and met hers.

"If you want, you can go to bed. If you don't mind me crawling around
on you."

She giggled, and went towards the third bedroom, which was kind of
guest bedroom. There was nothing in it except a queen-sized bed, which
just had sheets on it at the moment.

"This would be better, since my bed is a waterbed. Do you mind?"

I shook my head. It didn't matter to me. She carefully sat on the bed.
"What are you going to do?"

"Just what I said, darling... kiss and lick and suck you, all over
your body..."

"Your weenie is poking out." She giggled, looking at my crotch.

"Yes, that's a problem. I'm going to have to get it out, here in a
while, after you go to sleep, maybe..."

"Uhm... are you going to put it in me? While I'm asleep?" I wasn't
sure if she was asking me seriously or not.

"No, darling, I promise... I just have to get it out before it breaks
off."

That made her giggle even more. "Go ahead, do it. I don't care."

"Do what? Get it out, or stick it in you?"

She actually blushed on that one. "Get it out. No, don't stick it in
me. Not tonight, please."

I could live with that. This was more than I'd ever imagined I'd get
to do. What the hell, she'd seen it already. Many times. I was
standing in front of her, and I just went ahead and unzipped my
zipper, and drew my dick and balls out the slit. My dick was hard, and
I was almost proud of the way it made her eyes bug out a little. She
stared at my dick as hard as I had stared at her pussy.

"Just lay back, darling. I'll take it from there." She drew a last
breath, staring up at me, and lay back on the bed. I put a hand on
each knee, and spread her legs apart, and brought my head down until
it was an inch from her wonderful pussy. I breathed her scent in, her
wonderful smell, the same smell I had smelled on her fingers the other
night. I reached up, surprised that my hands weren't shaking, and
touched her pussy for the first time. I spread her lips apart, and
brought my tongue down on her clit. She jumped, and then I felt her
relax.

The rest of that night passed in blur. A wonderfully slow, glorious
blur. She slept occasionally, but I never did. I did what I said I was
going to do, I licked and kissed and touched every inch of her body,
from the soles of her feet to just about the top of her head. I never
kissed her on the lips, for some reason I felt like that would be a
bit intrusive, but my lips went everywhere else on her body. I
attacked her pussy for hours, opening it, rubbing it, squeezing it
together, sticking my tongue in it as far as I could... It was
fabulous, and even better than I'd ever dreamed or fantasized. It
tasted like heaven, spicy and sweaty and marvelous... I seized upon
her clit that first time, and licked and licked that little bud... I
could feel her finally squirming beneath me, and I wondered if she had
came.

"Jamie. Did you come, darling." She opened her eyes, meeting mine, and
laughed silently. 

"I think I did... that really felt good... as long as you want to do
that..." Her head flopped back down.

I would swear I made her come twenty more times that night, I lost all
count. It didn't matter. Finally, savoring the wait, I got her to turn
over and then get up on her knees. Her butt stuck up in the air, just
like it had in my fantasies of her. I ran my fingers, my hands over
it, savoring the feel of her tight young flesh. I licked my lips, and
kissed her beautiful anus. I licked and kissed and probed, in love all
over again. Her asshole tasted wonderful, spicier than her pussy by
far, but not offensive, not to me. It had a strong scent and taste,
not exactly like shit, but, hell, like an asshole should taste. I made
love to it with my lips and tongue, in heaven. I twisted my tongue
deeper and deeper into it, like I had her pussy, until she finally
squirmed uncomfortably. I did think several times that evening, that
it just doesn't get any better than this. This is the high point of my
whole life. This moment I want to remember forever. I was there. I did
this. I have pictures!

Pictures. That jarred me. I crawled off her, and retrieved my camera.
She was half asleep, but she didn't mind as I snapped picture after
picture of her pussy, her spread asshole, her beautiful tits. I was
truly in heaven then. Now I would remember this moment forever. Thank
god for encryption.

She snoozed, and I snuggled with her a few times, rubbing my dick on
her, several times even rubbing her pussy with it. I was dripping
serious pre-cum, and one of my favorite memories of that evening is
her pussy lips extending and contracting as I rubbed my drooling dick
up and down her slit, fucking her without actually fucking her. I was
glad she was 99% asleep then, at least.

I crawled up beside her and raised her arm, and buried my face in her
underarm, drinking in the beautiful sweaty smell of her. When I began
licking her she woke up and giggled and tried to push me away, because
it tickled. I just waited for her to go back to sleep, and buried my
face under her arm again.

Another favorite memory from that night was her legs. I loved her
legs. I'm more of an ass guy than a leg guy, but god I loved her legs.
I got her to lay on her back and stick one of her legs up in the air,
and I loved on it and kissed it and rubbed it to my heart's content.
Her thighs were fairly thick, and strong, muscular, and oh-so-sexy, I
could hardly stand it. Her legs were, to me, ever bit as sexy as her
pussy. I ran my hands up and down her leg, as it stuck in the air, and
was so turned on.

To my horror, I looked at the window, and saw light outside. The night
was over. My night was over. I had done this for six hours, probably,
with only an occasional break to get a drink of water. I had to pee
once, and it took forever for my hard-on to go down to the point where
I could pee. I took one long last slurp of her wonderful asshole, and
then just held her, as she slept. She was truly my angel.

I finally took off one of my socks, and slowly jacked off into it as I
sucked on her pussy. I came intensely, hard, and felt like I'd
squirted out a gallon of cum. I lay back down beside her, cupping her
tit in my hand, and snoozed myself for a while.

Weirdly, we didn't do anything the evening of the second day, just
laid around and watched TV. I think I was exhausted. I was glad she
didn't appear embarrassed or ashamed of what we had done, and I hoped
she was happy with the money that I had given it. It cost me a fair
amount, but it was well worth it, and I kind of hoped that if she
needed money in the future, she'd come to me. That supposition turned
out to be correct, this was just the first of a few years of regular
financial transactions between us. The only time I really embarrassed
her is when I asked her if she did this for anybody else, something
she denied. I was pleased, at least, at how adamant her reply was, and
I believed her.

I finally got to fuck Jamie, but it was years later, after she had
borne a child, even. It was as glorious for me as I had ever expected,
I'm not sure if she enjoyed it as much as I did, by then I was just a
silly old man to her, I think. I still see her occasionally, but no
more sexy stuff happens, we are just basically like two old friends, I
guess. But, when I'm home, alone, I still have my wonderful pictures,
and she is young again, young and beautiful and innocent. Don't forget
innocent.

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