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My Nice Nieces - Chapter 6 - 7 (Mf, cons, pedo)
After that never-to-be-forgotten morning with my cleaning woman Maria and
her young daughter Rosa, I thought I had enough child-loving to satisfy me
forever. My dick felt wrung out like a wet dishrag. And my libido was
almost as bruised. After all, if the act of slamming your squirting cock
deep inside a hot Cuban woman while smearing her cunt juice into her eight-
year-old daughter's hairless pussy and asshole isn't enough, what would be?
But even an old fart like me recovers after a while. Ten days later, I
found myself asking Maria if she and Rosa would like to earn another fifty
dollars. When she agreed, I gave her some extra money to costume her
daughter to my taste.
Then I remembered how hot Maria had gotten while looking at my big dick and
watching me molest her little girl. My cock began to stiffen at the memory
of her stuffing her fingers into her big wet cunt. So I asked her if she
wanted to "warm up" without her daughter. At first, because of the
language barrier, she didn't understand what I meant by "warm up;" but my
gesture at the lengthening tube of flesh in my lap illustrated the concept
I had in mind. With a huge grin, she reached for me greedily. Maria's
husband had left her years earlier and she was apparently sex-starved.
Within a minute, we were grappling on the couch, trying to grab, squeeze
and caress as much flesh as we could. She had my pants open and was
stuffing the big head of my now-rigid nine-inch dick deep into the back of
her throat, jerking the loose flesh rapidly up and down the shaft and
squeezing my thick rod in excitement.
I wasn't far behind, reaching under her dress to yank her filmy panties out
of the way and shove two fingers into her hot, wet cunt. She made it easy
for me by pulling her dress up to her waist and spreading her thighs wide
as she knelt to mouth my rod. With my other hand, I rummaged in the front
of her dress, squirming my hand under buttons and elastic to release her
big boobs without disturbing her mouth action on my organ.
As she continued to lick my cock and suck my cockhead deep into the back of
her mouth, I could feel her female cavity heat up. Pussy juice covered my
exploring hand. I added a finger up her asshole and she grunted her
acceptance while giving my straining shaft an encouraging squeeze. I
pulled on one big breast and then the other, pinching her rubbery nipples
into hard knots.
Maria responded in the best possible fashion. She gagged slightly and then
rammed her mouth all the way onto my cock. I thrilled as she admitted the
swollen head of my dick past the constriction at the top of her esophagus
and buried her nose in my pubic hair. I was not only amazed, I was in
heaven at the tight, hot, wet sensation that enveloped the entire length of
my prong.
Although not joined genitally, we were truly fucking each other then.
As this hot Cuban bitch regurgitated my cock and swallowed it again, I
added pressure on the hard bud of her clit to the stimulation of my rapidly
pistoning fingers in her two nether holes. I spread my fingers inside her
twat, twisting my wrist to give her more pleasure. I mashed her swollen
nipples back into the soft flesh of her breasts. Within a few moments, her
cunt and anus began rapid contractions on my fucking digits, communicating
her orgasmic status in a way her blocked throat could not. Seconds
thereafter, I joined her, letting loose a torrent of sperm deep into her
throat, with jets that seemed to start deep in my guts and explode through
my throbbing cock like white-hot lava.
I was unquestionably delighted with the sexual outlet now offered by my
cleaning lady, but, pervert that I am, I still couldn't wait to get my
hands on her daughter again.
When I opened the door the next Saturday morning, I was gratified to see
that Maria had used the money I had given her to buy Rosa that Catholic
schoolgirl's uniform -- greed plaid jumper, white blouse, dark green knee
socks, and clean white tennis shoes (whatever happened to patent-leather
pumps and saddle oxfords?). With her dark complexion, shiny black hair
gathered in two pigtails, and her dark, solemn eyes, Rosa looked exactly
like those barelegged Hispanic/Negro schoolgirls with flashing eyes and shy
giggles I had drooled over in Trinidad.
This time, I had my camera equipment, lights, and reflectors set up in my
bedroom, so I lost no time in settling the second-grader on my bed. I could
see that she had noticed my big, hard shaft as it shifted under my warm-
ups. I was glad that tiny Rosa apparently wasn't turned off by her earlier
experience of having my sperm squirted all over her nude body. But I
wanted to do things at my own special pace, so I avoided the temptation to
whip out my big cock for her and her mother to ogle.
I posed Rosa under her mother's approving eyes, adjusted the lights, and
took exposure readings. The first couple of shots were of a demure, eight-
year-old student at a Catholic girls school. I even gave her one of my old
schoolbooks (chemistry, no less, though the title couldn't be seen).
Under my direction, Rosa rolled over on her stomach, allowing the short
plaid skirt to ride up almost to the bottom of her panties. After a few
more establishing shots, I had her roll over on her side, hiking her school
skirt up in back and putting her hand inside her plain cotton underpants to
scratch her butt. The action revealed a thin stripe of the untanned flesh
that contrasted so excitingly with her South Florida darkness.
The illusion of a young child unconsciously scratching an itch in the
privacy of her own bedroom was nearly perfect, except for the sound of my
labored breathing.
Between shots, little Rosa continued to look anxiously at my cock's
outline. And, when I glanced over at Maria, she raised her eyebrows
quizzically, as if to ask me when the sex with her daughter would begin.
Once more, I temporarily stifled the overwhelming impulse to yank out my
throbbing cock and rub the drooling head dry on the petite second-grader's
widespread cotton-covered crotch under her mother's eyes.
However, as part of my plan to heighten the sexual tension in the room even
further, I told Maria to undress. With a sly smile at me and a muttered
explanation in Spanish to her daughter, Maria began to shed her clothes.
Once more, the flimsy dress opened to reveal her chunky Cuban figure, clad
in lingerie from Woolworth's. In a few more moments, the cheap bra and
panties had been discarded to reveal her big, dangling breasts crowned with
ruddy brown erect nipples and the thick patch of black hair at the bottom
of her belly.
As the now-naked woman lay back into my big, roomy armchair there in the
bedroom, spreading her thighs slightly to allow herself easy access to the
steaming slit revealed between her thick dark cuntlips, the thick aroma of
ripe woman began to permeate my apartment. Rosa glanced nervously back and
forth between me and Maria, perhaps waiting to see if I would again move
quickly to fuck her mother. But I had a different idea this time.
With my prick quavering against the restraint of my warm-ups, I positioned
young Rosa into another pose. She lay propped-up against the pillows at
the head of my bed, her knees up and her uniform skirt fallen back against
her waist. As she "studied" the book in her lap, my camera caught image
after image of the soft labial folds between her thighs, sculpted in tight-
stretched cotton panties. To add to my own excitement, I began to talk to
my young schoolgirl ...
"You look so beautiful lying there, reading your book, like you don't know
a grown-up with a big hard-on is staring at your sweet little pussy. Now
reach down and touch yourself. No, keep pretending to read the book. Oh,
that's great! Reaching in from the side like that makes it look like
you're just scratching another itch. Move your fingers back and forth so
your underpants get stuffed into your crack."
Wet sounds to my left drew my attention. With eyes alarmingly wide and
fixed on the hot sight of me directing her daughter in naughty ways, Maria
was twisting viciously on the ends of her breasts while sluicing two and
then three fingers in and out of the dark pink tissue amidst the dark hairy
jungle at the junction of her thighs. Her legs sprawled even wider. The
sight of her young daughter pushing her underwear into her tiny pussy-crack
while an adult male watched was apparently as exciting to her as it was to
me.
Looking back at Rosa, I almost came in my pants! Since I hadn't told her
to stop, she had continued to move her fingers back and forth, stuffing
more and more of her panties into the crevice of her underage pussy. Now,
the pale, untanned flesh of her hairless crotch was excitingly framed by
her dark legs and the shroud of her schoolgirl skirt. Her smooth second-
grade pussy lips were divided vertically by the wadded strip of cotton
underpants. Bending quickly to my camera, I blasted off a half dozen quick
shots as the pale flesh of her young labia began to take on a blush from
the slight friction of the fabric being pushed between them.
"God, that's wonderful, Rosa! Now pull your underpants over to one side so
you can show me your naked little pussy. Go ahead and put down the book.
Now use both your hands to open yourself so I can see the insides. Oh,
God, that's hot! Now put one of your fingers inside yourself as far as you
can."
As I feared, and as my earlier explorations had suggested, her finger could
barely begin to penetrate her own petite vaginal canal. But the sight of
her widespread vaginal crack as she pulled back her legs and tried to find
the right angle of attack for her digital penetration was stunningly sexy
to me. After a few more quick photos, I gave in to my driving urges.
"Take your panties off and come over here and pull my pants down," I
grumbled at Rosa, my voice stressed by the sexual tension raging through my
body. Obediently, my little Latin beauty scrambled rapidly off the bed,
reaching under her skirt to pull down her underpants. She nearly tripped
over the band of cotton around her ankles, but she managed to kick them off
and hurry over to where I stood.
Rosa looked up to me for reassurance, beginning tentatively to reach for
the waistband of my warm-ups.
"It's ok, honey," I murmured. "That's exactly what I want you to do. I
want you to pull down my pants and look at my big hard dick. I want you to
touch it, and rub it on your bare pussy, and jerk it and make it come."
JESUS! Simply talking like that to an eight-year-old girl was almost
enough to empty my balls right there!
Rosa was certainly willing, because she started tugging and yanking to pull
the elasticized waistband below my rock-hard meat. To do so, she had to
reach around behind me to pull the pants over my buns, pressing her
undeveloped chest against the hard bar of my hidden dick. I just let her
do it, enjoying the illusion of a little schoolgirl struggling to reveal
the secret of masculine sexuality. Finally, as she gave another tug on the
front of my warm-ups, they dropped to my ankles, letting my throbbing cock
swing upward slightly to point tremblingly at young Rosa's tummy.
Now that she had the business end of me out in the open, the tiny girl
didn't seem to know what to do. With a stream of Spanish, her mother
apparently gave her some instructions. A glance over at my sprawled
cleaning lady revealed a type of masturbation I had never seen before --
holding her cuntlips wide with one hand, Maria was literally jacking off
her clit; moving the tiny fleshy shroud rapidly up and down, revealing and
then hiding the bright-red head of her overstimulated clit. Creamy goo
oozed from the bottom of the reddened hole that gaped beneath the frenzied
blur of her hand.
My attention was drawn again to the young girl before me as she touched my
straining prick with the gentlest imaginable touch. Picking up my camera,
I got a quick close-up of the image of the little Catholic schoolgirl, her
skirt now hiding her naked crotch, as her tiny hands toyed with the swaying
column of flesh displayed lewdly only inches from her eyes. I found it
particularly exciting to see the contrast between her soft, olive skin and
the angry red shine of my distended member.
Kneeling quickly, I lifted Rosa's skirt and positioned my cockhead at the
juncture of her legs, its bulbous mass pressing against the virginal
crevice of her hairless little cunny. Leaning forward to give my little
second-grader a kiss, I drilled my drooling cock between her velvety
thighs. Leaning back again and holding her skirt out of the way, I
thrilled at the sight and feel of my huge organ disappearing between those
second-grader legs, her petite hairless lips pushed in between her legs and
then pulled outward by my violent thrusts.
I knew I was dangerously close to orgasm, so I reluctantly withdrew,
holding Rosa's skirt high so her mother could get a good look at my nine
inches of hard dickmeat extracting itself from her daughter's second-grade
pussy-crease. By now, my cleaning woman was apparently in a constant state
of orgasm, her hands manipulating every bit of flesh between her legs, her
pelvis undulating continually and her lubricants running down over her
asshole and onto my chair.
The sight of that lubricated asshole gave me the inspiration I was seeking.
Stepping out of my pants and ripping off my shirt, I picked up little Rosa
and collapsed backward on the bed, burying my face under her skirt in the
slick valley of her hairless little pussy and leaving my straining penis
quivering against my belly.
Rosa bent forward to support herself on her hands, putting her face right
against the underside of my cock. The little girl tentatively extended her
tongue to touch the pillar of manflesh inches from her nose. As I felt
that second-grader tongue make contact with my throbbing dick, I buried my
own tongue in her tight pussy-hole as deeply as it would go. With the tip
of my tongue, I rubbed across the curtain of her tiny hymen. Feeling her
tiny cunt pinch down on my intruding tongue, I removed it and gave the
front of her petite vulva a lick that parted her hairless cuntlips and
mashed the button of her clit back into the flesh of her pussy. Despite
her youth, I could tell Rosa enjoyed the feeling of having her clit licked,
because she groaned her pleasure and gave the underside of my dickhead
another wet lick.
Removing my head from beneath the young girl's skirt, I grunted for Maria
to come fuck herself in the ass with my dick. I was afraid she would
hesitate because of the size, but she leaped up and almost bounded onto the
bed. As I strained to see around her daughter's bare behind, the hot Cuban
bitch squatted over my midsection, levered my big cock into an upright
position and began to move her buttocks from side to side to spread her
anus over the swollen cockhead. Little Rosa moved out of the way, putting
her hands on her mother's shoulders to support herself.
As I felt the head of my cock enter Maria's backside, I knew I didn't have
long to last before I blasted my jism deep into her bowels. So I returned
to lapping the underage cunnie above me, treating myself to the unique feel
of hairless, eight-year-old pussylips parting before my exploring tongue.
Just as I extended my oral explorations to Rosa's virginal butthole, my
prostate reached overload and began pumping seminal fluid into my cleaning
lady's asshole. As she felt me begin to squirt my load, Maria leaned
forward to massage her clit for one more big orgasm, thereby increasing the
pressure on my penis and making my own orgasm nearly unbearable. I
completed my own pleasure by burying my tongue deep into the second-
grader's bottom, raking the sensitive ring of her anus with the rough
surface of my tongue as I pistoned mother and daughter's bottoms
simultaneously.
As my shit-smeared cock popped out of Maria's bowels and she collapsed
sideways on the bed, I concentrated my tongue-action on tiny Rosa's
undeveloped clittie, licking it and sucking the entire area until I was
rewarded with her bouncing cooperation, culminating in jerky pelvic motions
and a stream Spanish appeals to Mother Mary. I had given an eight-year-old
her first orgasm!
To be continued ...
--
y Rosa's
undeveloped clittie, licking it and sucking the entire area until I was
rewarded with her bouncing cooperation, culminating in jerky pelvic motions
and a stream Spanish appeals to Mother Mary. I had given an eight-year-old
her first orgasm!
To be continued ...
--
title: My Nice Nieces - Chapter 7
The preceding chapters more or less summarize the sordid (and sorta
exciting) history that led up to the day my sister Lucy started parking
her daughter Melissa with me.
From the day I began sitting with my little niece, my child-loving
progressed by leaps and bounds, binding me ever more tightly into the
bonds of my obsession.
I began to care for Melissa when she was only about nine months old. Her
parents called on me whenever her mother needed to run a quick errand or
when they both wanted to go out and couldn't find (or couldn't afford) a
neighborhood sitter.
As I've explained, I write stories and articles for magazines and make
enough money that I can stay at home, write when I want to, read when I
want to, and generally goof off (or jack off) enough to take the edge off
the writing deadlines. For my sister, that meant I was always available
to baby-sit, even though my apartment was a half-hour away from her
suburban home.
As you would expect from knowing my history, I played around sexually with
Melissa almost from the first time my sister left her with me for a couple
of hours. It was just after 3 in the afternoon when Lucy first dropped
Melissa off with me, and I could barely wait for her to leave so I could
get my hands on my niece's petite pussy.
You see, I had just been watching a little Hispanic girl play on the bars
in the playground of the Catholic girls school next door, right below my
balcony. That little girl, about seven years old, was a favorite of mine
because her mother didn't pick her up until about 4 pm, because she loved
to climb all over the playground equipment outside my window in a way that
repeatedly exposed her budding charms to my high-powered binoculars and my
long-lens cameras, and because her family's limited finances didn't allow
those ubiquitous over-the-underpants tights that frustrated me so much
with some of the other girls. In fact, her underpants seemed to be hand-
me-downs, often oversized and therefore revealing.
She also reminded me of Rosa, my cleaning lady's daughter, to whom I still
had free access whenever I had fifty bucks to spare. But spying on the
accidentally-revealed privates of an unsuspecting child was somehow still
pretty exciting to me. With my high-powered binoculars, I had been able
to see inside the little girl's ill-fitting cotton underpants as she
squirmed upside down on the bars, her plaid schoolgirl skirt reversing to
give me a clear view inside the gaping leg-holes at her winking vaginal
slit. The olive flesh between the child's thighs shone with perspiration,
showing me over and over again the gleaming folds of her hairless pussy.
My big cock was hard as stone.
I lost track of time as I watched the child play. When my sister rang my
doorbell, I put down my binoculars and hurried to answer the door. I know
Lucy saw how my rigid penis distended my pants, but she was in too much of
a hurry to even tease me about it. I suppose she never considered that it
could signal a sexual interest in a child as young as her baby daughter.
She rapidly reviewed the baby-sitting instructions, showed me where things
were in the diaper bag, gave Melissa a hurried kiss, and dashed off.
She was leaving her baby girl cradled in the arms of a man dying to rub
his swollen cockhead across those infant lips.
As soon as I was sure my sister had left, I took nine-month-old Melissa
quickly to my bedroom. Talking quietly to her, I rapidly undressed her
and put her in the middle of my bed. Then I carefully rubbed pink baby
lotion all over her; especially into her crotch. Putting my face close, I
slowly explored the fat folds of her baby pussy and her bottom. With my
thumbs, I gently spread the chubby outer lips of little Melissa's sex,
revealing the thin ribbons of flesh that made up her tiny inner lips and
the undeveloped area where her miniature clitoris now lay quietly, but
would someday stand proudly. I also pushed her legs high to spread her
tiny buttocks, rubbing lotion carefully over and into her rosebud asshole.
Showing that she was truly "her mother's daughter," with my sister's
sensuous nature, Melissa gratified me by gladly accepting my illicit
caresses, cooing and chuckling as I touched her, making even more
pronounced sounds of pleasure as I probed at her tight bottom hole,
stroked up the slick surface of her vaginal valley and rubbed her
undeveloped clit area.
After a few minutes, I removed all my clothes and climbed on the bed
beside my infant niece, positioning my swollen prick right in front of her
infant eyes. At first, I tried to get Melissa to lick or suck the
underside of my cock, but that didn't work; although babies will suck
nearly anything, I guess it has to fit in their mouths. Taking a
different tack, I carefully spread baby lotion over the tight-stretched
flesh of my stiff prick. Then, kneeling beside her on the bed, I put my
glistening cockmeat into Melissa's small, grasping hands. Although there
was little direct stimulation in these touches, I relished the lascivious
sight of this tiny girl playing happily with my huge, blue-veined cock.
As she touched my stone-hard penis, the drooling slime of my pre-cum
dripped from the end of my swollen cockhead onto her little chest.
All too soon, the excitement caused by watching the Hispanic girl earlier,
the touches of my naked niece, and my own fevered imagination became
simply too much. I gave in to the roaring pressure in my prostate,
feverishly running my fist up and down my big, throbbing penis, inches
from little Melissa's face. I thrilled at her wide-eyed look of
fascination as the monstrous piece of sexual manflesh was masturbated
before her innocent eyes.
I found myself wishing right then that Melissa were a little older --
maybe five or six -- so she could understand fully what a sexy sight she
was seeing, even if she were grossed out by it. I resolved that sometime
soon I would find a safe way to jerk myself off in front of a preschool
girl I would never see again, just to see the expression on her face.
As the wave of my orgasm washed over me, I ejaculated rivers of semen onto
my baby niece, being careful to avoid squirting my jism in her eyes.
Grabbing my camera, I rapidly took closeups of the incredibly sexy sight
of my sister's nine-month-old daughter, licking my thick cum off her lips.
Although my balls felt ready for another bout, I spent the rest of the
afternoon practicing my baby-sitting skills -- diapering, feeding,
rocking, and smiling at my niece's burbling chatter. Later, after Lucy
picked Melissa up, I jerked myself off to another spine-splintering orgasm
as I stared excitedly at the proof-sheet of the half-dozen snapshots of my
tiny, cum-covered baby niece.
As the weeks and months went by, I came to care deeply for the baby girl
committed to my protection. I bought a stroller so I could take Melissa
on walks in the park. I bought all kinds of toys to entertain and educate
her.
This is not to say that I gave up sex with Melissa. On the contrary, I
tried nearly every kind of sex play imaginable. Of course, even in my
most demented state of sexual frenzy, I realized that stuffing my monster
cock in my baby niece would kill her. But there were plenty of other
games we could play. And play them we did...
I would lubricate Melissa's crotch area with baby lotion or vaseline and
then put her in my lap facing me, sliding her slippery pussy up and down
the underside of my cock until I ejaculated. Melissa liked this game,
too, since the big vein on the bottom of my huge penis stroked her vulval
slit and stimulated her clitoral area. Again, I found the contrast
between the angry red flesh of my inflamed cockmeat and the baby's soft,
pale flesh almost as exciting as the feelings surging through my loins.
If my timing was right, I could sometimes get Melissa to grab the head of
my throbbing cock just as the orgasm surged through me, smearing my slimy
semen with her hands as it jetted from deep within me.
I would put honey, peanut butter or marshmallow cream on the underside of
my cockhead and let Melissa eat it off. I taught her to keep licking when
my sperm became part of the mixture. And I would return the favor,
licking her entire crotch area, to her obvious delight.
And I imagine my sister's little girl probably had the cleanest pussy of
any girl her age, since every bath was an opportunity for me to explore
her fat, hairless little crotch with my soapy fingers.
If Melissa was wearing a dress when her mother dropped her off, I would
remove her diaper right away and then photograph her naked little cunt
peeping from beneath her tiny skirt as she played on the carpet. If she
was wearing some type of pants, I would take those off too, perhaps
dressing her instead in a frilly outfit I had bought so I could see the
fat lips of her hairless pussy as she crawled (and later walked) around my
apartment.
Until Melissa was toilet-trained, I kept her on a rubber mat to protect my
bed and carpets, but I also sometimes found it a turn-on to watch the
urine pour from her naked little notch. In fact, one of my favorite
photos from that period shows Melissa about 15 months old, squatting in
that feet-flat-on-the-floor and butt-one-inch-from-the-carpet way that
only children and third-world natives can accomplish. The camera lovingly
reveals every detail or her curly blonde hair, the dimples of her
mischievous smile, one of the beribboned dresses I bought her gathered
around her chubby waist, and the yellow stream of piss surging from the
upper part of the reddish crease between the fat folds of her year-old
pussy.
When I got hot enough, I would masturbate while watching her, even getting
her involved by touching my cock while I jerked it or rubbing the
squirting head on her soft, creamy skin to heighten the effect of my
orgasm. I always spoke soothingly to her so she wasn't frightened by this
huge man rubbing his erupting cockhead in her tiny slit.
In fact, when she was a baby, Melissa never seemed to pay any particular
attention to me stroking my dick. However, by the time she was three
years old, I began to worry that she would say something to her mother
(or, even worse, to her father, who was a redneck jerk).
But all my self-preservation instincts were clobbered by the accessibility
of my little niece. After a week or so of restraint, I would find myself
flogging my flesh in front of my darling Melissa. I decided that she must
have somehow sensed that this was something she did with me and not with
her Daddy or Mommy.
I also continued to undress her, to manipulate her pussy while bathing
her, to dress her in little outfits that revealed her bare cunt, and to
photograph her. Again, I just couldn't let the opportunity pass.
Fortunately, I guess Melissa had gotten used to dressing and undressing at
my place, and didn't think it was particularly significant.
One afternoon, after I had been playing with my bare-cunted niece for a
while, my hard cock was throbbing and I was ready to stroke myself into a
paper towel, so I wouldn't stain the $30 dress Melissa was wearing. Just
as I had gotten a paper towel from the kitchen and was about to unzip my
pants, I heard the key in the lock!
My sister Lucy had come back early to pick up her daughter. As I
desperately tried to think about hurricane warnings and other non-sexual
topics to lower my staff to half-mast, Lucy rounded the corner. Her
alarmed look at the front of my trousers told me I hadn't been at all
successful in trying to tame my raging erection.
"Good heavens, Greg," she exclaimed. "You look like you used to when
you'd come back from a date with that prick-teaser, Doris Farmer! What's
got you so riled up?"
I decided there would be no hiding it, since I hadn't had time to get
Melissa's underpants on again, so I gestured helplessly toward the dining
room, where her three-year-old daughter sat playing with dolls on the
floor, her spread legs displaying her chubby little pussy.
"Well," my sister said, "You must be hard up for pussy if a little girl
like that can get you going!"
I couldn't believe she wasn't angry. In fact ...
"Maybe you need to see what a real woman looks like," grinned Lucy. "Ever
since I got pregnant again, I've been horny as hell, and my husband's
little six-inch prick is just not enough. I've been dying to show you how
my tits have grown."
To my absolute astonishment, and with no attempt to hide herself from the
room where her little daughter played, my sister raised her tee-shirt and
lifted her bra out of the away, showing me her swollen belly and those
amazing, inch-long nipples, atop newly-huge pregnant breasts.
"I've been wanting some more of that brotherly love ever since I got
pregnant," she whispered, stepping close and caressing the rigid rod that
extended down my leg.
I didn't know exactly where this was going, but I liked how it was
starting. As Lucy bent over my chair and struggled to extract my cock
from my pants, I leaned forward to lock my lips around one of those long,
swollen nipples, drawing it into my mouth and flipping it back and forth
with my tongue. I sucked strongly on it, hoping to extract a little
mother's milk. As it did when we were kids, this type of tittie-
manipulation drove my sister crazy.
"Quick!" she groaned. "Do it to me!"
I couldn't believe my luck. Pulling down her shorts to her knees, Lucy
bent forward to lean on the couch, extending her naked crotch backward for
me to enter. I lost no time, standing and levering my quivering prick
into the red slot below her big butt and reaching around to continue
squeezing her swollen nipples. We both groaned in pleasure as my nine-
inch cock slid easily into her wet pussy.
I looked up to see little Melissa watching us curiously from the dining
room. I knew she couldn't see what we were doing, but the sound we made
may have sounded alarming. To reassure her, I grinned and said, "Your
Mommy and I have a little work to do here, so you just keep playing for a
minute more." I was rewarded by Melissa smiling back and rearranging her
dolls between her legs, once again displaying her soft, hairless pussy as
she did so.
"Not so deep," Lucy warned me, doubtless worrying about what my big
slammer might do to her unborn child. But it was no use. I could feel
her fingernail on the underside of my prick, as she madly manipulated her
clitoris. That last touch sent me over the edge. With my gaze fastened
on Melissa's sweet hairless cunt, I planted my squirting cock as far
inside her mother as it would go. My sister joined me in orgasm as soon
as she felt my liquid jetting inside her.
Soon after that fateful afternoon, when Melissa was about four, and right
after her sister Marian was born, Lucy's husband was killed in an auto
accident. The jerk didn't leave Lucy and the girls with much money, so
Lucy had to keep working. To save money, she moved into a downtown
apartment complex only a few blocks from mine. That meant I was in even
more demand as a sitter, but this time with two young girls to fondle and
photograph.
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Lucy and the girls with much money, so
Lucy had to keep working. To save money, she moved into a downtown
apartment complex only a few blocks from mine. That meant I was in even
more demand as a sitter, but this time with two young girls to fondle and
photograph.
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