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My Nice Nieces - Chapter 4-5 (Mf, cons, pedo)
So there I stood, in the middle of my living room, with my pants around my
thighs and my throbbing cock bobbing twenty inches from the nose of my
Cuban cleaning lady's nearly-nude eight-year-old-daughter...
.
.
.
(You DID read the first four chapters, didn't you?)
As Maria, my cleaning lady, reluctantly released her practiced hold on
my twitching prick, I knelt again before Rosa, her little daughter.
Once more, the second-grader looked into my eyes in a trusting way.
But her gaze quickly returned to the thick, vein-covered rod extending
from the hairy nest at the bottom of my belly and drooping under its
own weight to point right at her cotton-covered crotch.
The blood was pounding in my head as I reached slowly for the waistband
of Rosa's little-girl underpants. Prolonging the event as long as
possible, I reached around and ran my hands under the elastic at the
back, rubbing the round bubbles of her tight little buttocks. I let
my fingers reach between the mounds to savor the feeling of childflesh
pressing together around my fingertips. Tiny Rosa responded by
shuffling forward an inch or two and reaching out for my engorged
organ, whose swollen and dripping head was only inches from her stomach.
"No, honey," I groaned. "If you touch me, I'll cum." Maria translated
rapidly for her daughter, but I suppose she understood "no," because she
withdrew her hand rapidly.
I was ready now to complete stage one of my favorite masturbatory fantasy:
stripping the cotton panties off an underaged girl.
Before I could lower her panties, however, a stream of Spanish from my left
caused me to look again at Maria. She must have been explaining her actions
to her daughter because I was treated to the hot sight of my chunky, thirty-
year-old cleaning woman giving herself up totally to her sexual needs. She
lay sprawled on my couch, her cheap dress hiked around her hips and
unbuttoned
to her waist. One of her hands rummaged inside the crotch of her filmy
underpants while the other flicked the dark-brown, rubbery flesh that
crowned
her exposed large, soft breasts. Her eyes were glued on my nine-inch cock,
whose drooling head was only centimeters from her daughter's pussy. When
she saw me looking at her, she spread her legs wider, jammed what looked
like three fingers deep into her cunt and groaned at me, in her Spanglish
patois, "Take off Rosa panties."
This was even better than I could have hoped for, I thought. It now looked
like I would have somewhere to park my cock, since the idea of tearing some
little girl's cunt apart with my big prick has never excited me.
Returning to the task at hand and obeying the little girl's mother, I
looked again into Rosa's eyes. They were wide with amazement, flicking
back and forth between her mother's lewd display and the mass of flesh
I was waving at her. As she felt me begin to lower her underpants, she
looked again into my eyes. Giving her a big grin to reassure her, I let
my gaze travel down her undeveloped torso to the bare vulvar triangle being
revealed.
As it had her chest, her two-piece bathing suit had left the area around
Rosa's hips an exciting white, in contrast to her dark brown Cuban tan.
As I moved the stip of panties halfway down her thighs, I focused on the
mysterious fold of flesh revealed at the junction of her thighs and crotch.
As in all such little girls, there was no hint of the inner lips evident.
Nonetheless, my cock gave a mighty heave and pre-coital liquid dripped
from the end, just from the idea of having a naked eight-year-old female
standing so willingly before me.
I sat back to admire the sexy sight and Maria jabbered some orders to her
daughter. I nearly squirted my load all over the tiny girl right then.
Undoubtedly in response to her mother's direction, Rosa put her thumb in
her mouth and moved her feet apart about eight inches. With the wadded
band of her cotton panties stretched across her thighs, the twin folds of
her hairless pussy now revealed between her legs, and her thumb in her
mouth, Rosa was every child-lover's dream vision.
I became aware that my own half-lowered trousers were cutting off
circulation
in my legs. So, joining my female guests, I quickly shed my clothes.
Though little Rosa was only paying attention to my big cock, I could tell
that her mother also appreciated the chest and stomach I worked so hard
over.
By now, Rosa's mother's underpants were a sopping mess, and her widespread
thighs shone with the moisture she was pulling out of her cunt with every
pistoning plunge of her fist. The ends of both her breasts were red from
the rough treatment she was giving her nipples, twisting them viciously
while staring bug-eyed at the mind-blowing vision of her eight-year-old
daughter being undressed by a man with a dick the size of a large salami.
I quickly pulled Rosa's underpants the rest of the way down and then held
her hand as she stepped daintily out of them. I wordlessly led her to the
couch where her mother lay sprawled. Positioning the little girl's butt on
the couch's back, I spread her legs above her mother's head, leaning forward
to bring my swinging shaft into position near the older woman's crotch.
With a whimper, Rosa's mother grabbed my drooling cock, yanked aside her
panties, and stuffed my dick into her sopping cunt, groaning as I hunched
my hips forward to drive six inches of thick cockmeat into her at once.
"Mas, mas, mas," she mumbled, begging me to give her more. With another
thrust of my hips, I felt my cockhead settle against Maria's cervix,
leaving about two inches still outside.
Little Rosa sat quietly on the ledge above her mother's head, but she was
staring wild-eyed at her mother getting plowed. Keeping my cock still for
a moment, I leaned forward to kiss the tiny naked girl. Having seen her
suck her thumb a few moments earlier, I wanted her to suck my tongue
before I licked her little pussy and asshole.
I began by kissing her gently on her cheeks, then her forehead. Rosa's
eyes were wide with wonder. I gave her a soft, gentle kiss on her lips,
but didn't give her any tongue at first. Supporting myself on one hand,
I caressed the side of her face as I continued to plant tiny kisses all over
her face and head. In contrast to that gentleness, I yanked my cock almost
all the way out of Maria and then jammed it back in, taking advantage of
my housekeeper's plentiful lubrication to gain another half-inch of depth.
Rosa could tell her mother was having a good time, and even I could tell
her Spanish muttering was almost all about how wonderful she felt. I could
also tell Maria was climaxing almost continuously, because of the waves of
contractions I could feel along my dick.
Putting my hand behind the little girl's head, I insinuated my tongue into
her mouth. As I expected, she didn't know what to do, so I playfully ran
my tongue all around the inside of her mouth, duelling with her tongue
in the process. Using quick suction, I pulled her tongue into my own
mouth, sucking on it gently to give her the idea. Then I returned my
tongue to her mouth and was rewarded with a quick suck on her part.
Pulling my mouth free, I encouraged her with "Si, Rosita." When our
mouths joined again, she began enthusiastically to suck my tongue while
her mother's cunt nibbled at the base of my quivering penis.
The very idea of having an eight-year-old girl suck on my tongue while
I fucked her mother was so exciting that I could feel my cockhead swell
with an impending orgasm. I suppressed the building ejaculatory pressure
with sheer mental energy, delaying the onset for a few more moments, so
I could get my tongue inside the little darling's tiny, undeveloped pussy.
I extracted my tongue and moved my mouth, with little osculatory smacks,
down Rosa's undeveloped chest, across her smooth tummy, and into the
vertical valley that began two inches below her navel. Fastening my
mouth over the little girl's entire pussy area, I extended my tongue toward
the lower part of her vulvar split, dippling between her fat, hairless
lips to feel the undeveloped curtains of her inner lips. Parting these
membranes, I allowed saliva to wet my tongue and her most secret tissues,
lubricating my intruding flesh to make its upward passage easier.
I suddenly became aware of a commotion beneath me, as Maria began to buck
wildly against my pelvis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone and forcing
the final inch of my cock deep within her. Accompanied by a continual
stream of Spanish profanities, Rosa's mother was apparently in a constant
state of orgasm. Her cock-milking pelvic motions drove me over the edge,
so I contributed further to her excitement by pumping jet after jet of
pent-up sperm deep into her spasming cunt-hole. My groan was muffled by
the preteen pussy into which my mouth was buried.
As my head cleared a bit, I resumed the exciting work of lapping the
hairless pussy spread open before me. I looked up little Rosa's
undeveloped body to see her child's face staring wide-eyed at the
spectacle of a grown-up man wildly licking her crotch. When I raked
the rough surface of my tongue over the area that hid her little
clittie, I was rewarded by a startled look that sprang upon her face.
When I repeated the caress, she smiled shyly at me, indicating that,
while it might not be the turn-on it would be when she was a few years
older, it felt mighty nice.
My cock wilting in Maria's sopping snatch began to regain some starch
at the stimulating concept of giving this tiny child sexual pleasure.
But I became even more turned on by my next idea. Removing my face
from the little girl's slick pussy, I pulled her hands to get her
to step down off the couch and stand beside me. Rosa's mother was
lying motionless, with her legs spread wide and her cunt stuffed
full of my reinvigorating cock. Holding Rosa's hand, I guided her
fingers to her mother's prominent clit, whose head was resting atop
my cock.
After only a few moments of instruction, Rosa understood that she
was to give her mother the type of pleasure she had just enjoyed.
Maria's eyes had opened when she felt the first touches on her
clit, and I feared she would stop her daughter from the incestuous
contact. But I needn't have feared. Maria was apparently insatiable.
Murmuring quietly to her daughter in Spanish, she began once more to
rock her hips back and forth, pistoning my rock-hard meat in and out
of her dripping hole. Supplementing her daughter's clittoral
stimulation with renewed twisting and tugging at the rubbery ends of
her large breasts, Maria was just the sluttish image I wanted to
contrast so sexily with her girlish daughter.
Soon, Maria was once again in her own private world of sensation,
oblivious to me or her daughter. Reaching down between Rosa's legs,
I stroked her schoolgirl pussy over and over, lubricating my fingers
with the juice of her mother's cunt, then reaching farther between
her little legs to touch and rub the tight rosebud of her asshole.
Far gone in my own coming orgasm, I knew I had to get little Rosa
ready for a special photo I had been dreaming of for years.
Jerking my throbbing dick from Maria's gripping tunnel, I shoved
Rosa onto her back on the couch beside her mother. With one hand,
I arranged her limbs so I knelt between her widespread thighs, her
reddened vulva opened before me. The temptation to jam my huge
cock into her tiny opening terrifed me. With a few quick strokes,
I jerked myself off over her immature body, squirting and dripping
semen in creamy ropes across her chest, legs, and cunt.
With a grunt at mother and daughter to stay still, I ran to get my
camera. Within minutes, I had shot an entire 36-shot roll, nearly
all of which were later enshrined in an entirely separate photo album,
providing me years of spine-shattering orgasms, stimulated half by
the memory of that afternoon and half by the endlessly fascinating
tableau of a fucked-out woman and her underage, cum-covered daughter.
--
providing me years of spine-shattering orgasms, stimulated half by
the memory of that afternoon and half by the endlessly fascinating
tableau of a fucked-out woman and her underage, cum-covered daughter.
--
My Nice Nieces - Chapter 4
My adult involvement with kiddie sex was pretty much limited to
voyeurism until one day about three years ago, when my fondest
dreams began to come true.
As a professional author and an amateur photographer, I have to keep
certain important items well-organized and readily-available. The
chemicals and supplies in my darkroom are clearly labeled and safely
stored. My hard disk is backed up regularly and the backups are
stored in my rented storage shed. But I am generally a slob. My
clothes tend to end up piled, rather than hung, and my bed develops
a nest-like appearance as the week wears on. Although I love to cook,
I hate to clean up my cooking, so preparing a wonderful Thai meal is
almost not worth it unless I can figure out where to get a disposable wok.
Maria, my cleaning lady, is the only way I am able to survive, without
being buried in a mountain of junk. She arrives every Thursday
afternoon to do battle with the bathroom floor, the bedroom mounds of
clothing and the kitchen sink of dishes. She washes, irons, and
generally works miracles. To avoid interfering with her magic, I stay
out of her way, often leaving the apartment for an hour or two.
Understand -- I worship Maria. Like all the best professionals, she does
the work she gets paid for, she does it well, and she does it rapidly.
A Cuban, she doesn't speak English very well, but that works out fine
because I don't speak Spanish (or Cuban) very well either. A proletarian
chunk of female, Maria doesn't appeal to my prurient interests, though
she clearly has an impressive pair of breasts attached to her squat frame.
I never knew anything about Maria's private life until the fateful day
she found my photo album...
It was a Thursday, but I had been up all night, working on a story that had
to be emailed to New York to meet a deadline. Utterly exhausted, I had
fallen into bed at 9 AM. When Maria rang the bell a little after noon,
I stuffed myself into some sweatpants and stumbled to the door to admit her.
Mumbling something half-coherent (and neither English nor Spanish), I
ricocheted off the walls and into the bathroom for a quick shower and shave.
It wasn't until I had been in the shower for several minutes that it dawned
on me -- after putting a new photo in last night, I hadn't stashed my photo
album in the safe! Now, since 1980, possession of my little cache of
snapshots was enough to land you in Federal prison, no matter how harmless
a hobby it was. So I jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my
middle, and high-tailed it for the bedroom. As I rounded the corner, my
heart sank, for Maria had my album open on the bed, bending over it to
examine my handiwork.
My heart stopped and I stammered to explain, in a way that would bridge the
language gap and stop her from having me imprisoned. But Maria smiled
warmly at me and my protest sputtered to a confused halt. After telling me
she thought my photos were "very pretty," she told me she used to pose for
photos such as these in Ybor City, the Cuban section of Tampa. She
understood that some men liked to look at little girls and even touch them,
and she seemed to see nothing wrong with it, so long as the girls were safe.
As my heart slowed to sub-light speed, Maria looked at me slyly and asked
if I ever did more than "take the pictures." When I hurriedly assured her
I had never molested any of these girls, she surprised me with a little
frown. Then she asked me if I wanted to "touch a girl." With my heart
hammering in my chest again, I ventured a tentative nod. Maria rewarded
me with a huge smile, featuring a gold-rimmed bicuspid on the upper right.
"You touch my Rosa," she said with assurance. And then she totally floored
me by saying, "Only fifty dollars."
After some roundabout discussion in Spanglish, I agreed to provide a
much-needed supplement to Maria's cleaning wages, in return for an hour
or so of access to "her Rosa," who I understood to be her eight-year-old
daughter (at least I hoped "ocho" was eight and not eighteen or eighty).
As if I weren't already leery of the plan, Maria had one final requirement
that gave me pause -- she insisted she had to be present while I played
with her daughter. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I figured, so I
reluctantly agreed. Even with her mother present, the opportunity to get my
hands on a girlchild was too tempting to pass up.
On Saturday at 10, I was showered and shaved when the doorbell rang. When
I opened the door, Maria stepped in and turned to allow her daughter to
meet me. I almost called it off right then, because Rosa looked impossibly
young -- maybe five instead of eight. Her dark eyes shone cautiously from
beneath jet-black bangs. Her shoulder-length hair was gathered in two
pigtails, high on her head. She wore a simple, knee-length red dress,
with little white socks and tennis shoes.
Speaking softly in Spanish, Maria introduced me to young Rosa. I
impulsively took the child's hand and bowed low to plant a kiss on the
back of it hand. This silly gesture broke the ice, as Rosa and her
mother giggled delightedly.
When I asked, in my broken Spanish, if they wanted a cold drink, Maria
became all-business.
"No," she said. "You pay for touching Rosa. You touch Rosa." Speaking
again inaudibly to her daughter, she led her to the center of my living
room and began to unbutton the front of her tiny dress.
"Wait," I gasped. "Let me do that."
Smiling with understanding, Maria stepped aside, gesturing that I should
take her place. Once again, little Rosa turned her trusting eyes to me.
Kneeling before the child, I reached out to caress her. Moving slowly,
I touched her shiny hair, cupped the creamy flesh of her tiny chin and
ran my hands down her bare arms. Continuing the motion down the outsides
of her dress, I reached flesh again below the hem, stroking her bare
legs from knee to ankle, all the while maintaining eye contact. Rosa
seemed to accept my touches, perhaps supported by the continued Spanish
murmurings from her mother nearby.
With my hear pounding so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear, I
reversed my caress on Rosa's bare legs, reaching behind her calves to
stroke slowly up to the forbidden little-girl area hidden by her skirt.
As my big hands progressed toward the top of her thighs in the back, I
could see a hint of confusion in Rosa's eyes. Glad that she was not
afraid of me, I reached the beginnings of her panties. From the softness
of the fabric, I could tell they were cotton, with elastic around the
legs; but her underpants fit snuggly around her firm little buttocks,
allowing me to feel the tight musculature there as my hands reached a
stopping point.
My heart was hammering in my chest and my dick was uncurling in my lap.
I was dying to yank this little girl's underpants off and bury my face
in the bald split of her naked, eight-year-old crotch. But I wanted to
make this last.
Still gazing calmly into her eyes, I extracted my hands from under her skirt
and continued the unbuttoning her mother had begun. As the dress parted
at her chest to reveal the pale stripe caused by the top of her swimming
suit, I became painfully aware that my cock was interrupted in its attempt
to stiffen down my leg. When I used one of my hands to rearrange my
underwear and give my nine-incher room to grow, Rosa's eyes followed my
motion. A blush colored her olive complexion as she realized what I was
doing. I smiled gently at her discomfort, but her mother apparently
called her attention to the condition of my member, because she looked
down again and blushed more deeply.
Returning to undressing my little Latina lover, I pushed the fabric off
her tiny shoulders, pulling the sleeves off her arms until the dress was
a red puddle around her ankles. Her plain-white underpants hugged her
skinny hips and pouched formlessly around her crotch.
I noticed some goose-bumps on Rosa's upper arms as the cool breeze of my
air conditioning washed across her near-naked body. But I also noticed
her brown-pink nipples remained merely circles on the pale band across
her suntanned chest, their failure to stiffen confirming just how immature
Rosa really was.
I was startled out of my lusty contemplation by the voice of Rosa's mother.
"Can I take him out?" Maria said, in her fractured English. By her
gesture at my crotch, she made it clear that she was offering to extract
my cock for her little daughter to see. I was startled, because I hadn't
expected to have any sexual contact with my chunky cleaning lady. But
the idea of a mother showing my penis to her tiny daughter was so exciting
I felt my cock quake.
"Sure, go ahead," I said, standing from my kneeling position to give her
easy access to my fly.
Standing carefully to one side, so her daughter could observe everything,
Maria unzipped my pants and reached inside. As she moved close, I felt
the soft mass of her large breast press into my side.
In a moment, I felt Maria's warm hand wrap around the throbbing, fleshy
pillar extending down my leg. She measured it with successive grabs down
its length. Whispering Spanish in an awe-struck voice to her little girl,
Maria realized she would have to unfasten my trousers fully to release
the beast within.
It excited me tremendously to see this eight-year-old child, clad only
in her underpants, lean unselfconciously forward in fascination as her
mother pulled my blood-filled prick into the open. Babbling excitedly,
Maria ran her hands over the nine-inch length of my cock, reaching below
the surging rod to extract my balls for her daughter's education.
To my utter and complete delight, mother reached out to daughter, drawing
the child closer and pulling her hand into contact with my raging hard-on.
Wearing only her socks, shoes and cotton underpants, the little Cuban beauty
followed her mother's lead, gently touching my balls and trying to wrap her
hand around my massive shaft.
I became aware that Maria was breathing more heavily. She was pressing her
breasts against me. Her manipulations of my cock were becoming distinctly
masturbatory, putting me in immediate danger of spewing a huge load of
sperm all over my carpet and my guests.
"Let's get back to Rosa," I said, reaching down to remove both sets of hands
from my equipment.
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in immediate danger of spewing a huge load of
sperm all over my carpet and my guests.
"Let's get back to Rosa," I said, reaching down to remove both sets of hands
from my equipment.
--