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A Bad Little Niece (G m, sed, ds)
by Inno Cencelost
Chapter 1, Learning My Place
I had always considered myself a perfectly normal guy. You know, the kind
that thinks with his cock 90 percent of the time. Since I was 11 or 12, I
have walked this earth trying to imagine what it would be like to fuck just
about every reasonably attractive female I have seen or met.
It is pretty much on my mind most of the time. When I am at parties or gatherings
where there are a bunch of people, all I can think about is "ok, which woman
here would I most like to fuck." Then whatever the answer, I can't get her
off my mind. I think about how she might like it, whether she likes to suck,
or to be tied up or spanked, whether she likes to be fucked hard, whether
she likes it up the ass.
The only real line I have drawn is around obesity. I have a hard time getting
it up thinking about really big women.
Really, that is my only limit. Age certainly isn't an issue. I mean, fuck,
I remember in high school when my buddies were all ga-ga about the 22-year
old girl's gym teacher. Like sure, she was an obvious winner. But what I
didn't tell my buddies, was that there were nights when I jerked off in bed
thinking about the 55-year-old bitch geography teacher. She was a real ball-breaker,
who clearly enjoyed showing boisterous, hormone laden teenage boys how completely
powerless they were. I couldn't stop thinking about being alone in a late
afternoon detention with her. I imagined her being incredibly dominant, telling
me she has seen me looking at her and knows what I'm thinking. She humiliates
me, makes me pull my pants down, then my underwear, and makes me play with
my teenage cock while she watches. Then with me on my back on the floor jerking
off, she straddles me, lifts her skirt and pulls her panties aside. She looks
down into my eyes, laughs at me, and calls me a pussy boy, then lowers herself
onto my face, and makes me kiss, lick and suck her hairy cunt for her.
And 55 is certainly no limit. I've been introduced to older women, really
older, like 80, and I've found myself thinking about what it would be like
to have them suck my cock. I always imagined that they would probably jump
at the chance.
And on the other end of the scale, age has never really bothered me either,
at least in terms of fantasy. And I don't think that's weird or anything.
I mean, with all the stuff on the news about this or that little kid being
molested, I bet there is not a man out there who hasn't let his imagination
run in a weak moment, walking through a shopping mall or something, seeing
a beautiful little 10-year-old, checking her out, letting his mind drift
to imagine the feel or scent of her, thinking about what it would be like
to pull her panties off, spread her legs, kiss and lick her, and then wriggle
his tongue into her puffy soft, warm, hairless pre-teen cunt. Fuck, just
look at the way they dress today. Man some of them look like miniature, little
sluts, wearing makeup and strutting around in tight clothes so they can show
off their flat chests and their cute little asses.
It's my observation that those men who have not considered it, are simply
void of sexuality...walking cock-dead. And those men who have considered
it fit into three basic camps. The first camp includes those guys who are
so disgusted with themselves for even thinking about it, they run out and
renew their membership in the local far-right, Christian tight-ass jerk society.
Members of the second camp (most men), accept their fantasies, with a little
guilt, jerk off once in a while, and never let the idea go any further than
that. The third camp is made up of those guys who actually get to the point
of making their fantasies real. Of course the worst and stupidest members
of the third camp spend a lot of time in the expensive solitary cells of
our country's prisons.
Well I have always considered myself a fine upstanding, dues-paid, member
of camp number two. Sure I thought about it. But I never imagined actually
trying to make it real. I mean they're kids, right?
This story is about how that all changed, about how I ended up in camp number
three, and about how that wasn't really all my fault. Don't get me wrong.
I'm not one of those crybaby "someone beat me as a child" victims who refuses
to accept responsibility for what they've done. I accept responsibility for
what I did to my 11-year-old niece. All I'm saying is that she is the one
who started it, and if you look closely at what we did, you might have trouble
figuring out who was abusing who. Bottom line is she is a fucking little
tease who knew exactly what she was doing and enjoyed every minute of it.
My problem was that, being the "think with my cock" kind of guy I am, I wasn't
very well equipped to say no.
Anyway, it all started when I moved back east from LA, I needed a place to
stay while I decided where to settle, and my brother offered me the bedroom
in his basement. It kind of worked out well for both of us. Don worked shift
work at the mill, and his wife Linda worked mostly weekends down at the Safeway.
With me there, they were able to save on the cost of a babysitter for Melanie.
At 11, Melanie was a brash, bold, chatty, incredibly self-centered little
vixen. She talked all the time, about how good she was in school, about how
good she was in sports, about how many badges she was awarded in girl scouts.
If it wasn't for the fact that she had an incredibly soft musical voice with
a wonderful hypnotizing quality, I think I would have told her to shut up.
But I didn't. I was irresistibly drawn to her, and constantly amazed at her
self confidence, and her arrogance. I often wondered where the hell she got
her cocky attitude at such a young age.
And she was very much aware of her physical beauty. Once she told me that
she was more beautiful than any of her friends, and any of the other girls
in her school. She said she was going to be a model when she grew up and
be rich, and live in a big house, and have servants, and have a lot of handsome
men who would do anything for her...but she wasn't going to let any of them
be her boyfriend, she was just going to let them buy her presents and things.
And she said it so matter-of-factly, it was amazing. I actually found myself
believing her.
Melanie was very smart with people. She could read her mom and dad perfectly
and she used that talent to her advantage. And I guess, looking back, you
could say that she pegged me right off the bat...and as soon as she figured
out my weakness, she baited the hook, and then reeled me in.
It all kind of started one Saturday when Don and Linda were at work, and
Melanie talked me into taking her to the beach. It was mostly other kids
there with their moms.
Not being much of a swimmer, I brought a book along and sat on a towel on
the beach while Melanie swam for a bit and then played around the water's
edge. A couple of other kids came by and said hello, but Melanie's attitude
was so overpowering, the kids quickly tired of it and walked off.
Honest to God, she walked around like she was a fucking movie star or a princess
or something. The problem was she had every right to strut. At 11 years old,
she was gorgeous, just at the last stage of childhood, tall for her age,
slim, with a pre-teen body that looked like it was sculpted by an artist.
That day she wore a high ponytail that poked up off the top of her head at
the back, making her long blonde hair curve back and cascade down onto her
shoulders. It gave her a fun and impetuous kind of look that was very attractive.
My brother and his wife were not rich and Melanie's one-piece purple swim
suit was obviously not new this year. It was faded from too many days in
the sun and she was clearly growing out of it. The material was stretched
skin tight over her body.
I watched her as she played in the sand at the water's edge. I loved the
way the material of the suit hugged her body, perfectly accenting her shape.
She was kneeling in the sand facing down the beach, so I was looking at her
from the side, seeing the sun reflect of droplets of water on her back, seeing
the elastic material of her swim suit cling to her flat chest.
After a while she stood and looked down the beach. The swim suit was so tight
on her that it made the soft lines of her body speak to me in a kind of wonderful
physical poetry. My eyes traced a line down over her ribs onto her soft flat
tummy, and lower, until I found myself looking at slightest hint of her little
mound, sheathed in tight purple, barely visible from the side, puffed out
a little behind the bare skin of her hip.
Then, peaking over the top of my book, I watched as she turned a little,
looking out at the water. My eyes traced a little line along the edge of
the leg band of her suit, following it up high on her thigh, then down in
a long sweeping curve around the soft cheek of her bottom, to where the material
tucked under her butt, down between her thighs.
There were little bits of sand sticking to her suit and her skin, and as
I watched, her hand lifted up and absentmindedly brushed over her hip and
onto the soft roundness of her ass, her fingers lightly flicking the bits
of sand off.
My cock stiffened up in my shorts as I imagined calling to her..."Come over
here Mel, let me help you with that"...rising to my knees, placing an arm
around her waist in front, laying my other hand down on the small of her
back, letting my fingers slip down onto her little ass, helping myself to
a feel of her soft cheeks as I pretended to brush the sand of her, pausing
to give her bum a gentle pat.
Something broke the spell of my daydream and I looked up. She was standing
there with her hand on her ass, looking right at me. I was startled and looked
away quickly. I coughed and looked down at my book for a moment, then nervously
looked up again.
She had caught me, and the look in her eyes pierced me like a knife. She
just stood there letting her bold eyes ask the question..."What the fuck
are you looking at?" It was like she was reaching into my heart and mind
with her eyes, reading my thoughts, examining my feelings.
I don't know how she knew. Maybe it was my guilty look. Maybe she was just
very intuitive. But she knew.
Her eyes spoke to me, accusing me "I saw the way you were looking at me"
then convicting me "I know what you were thinking pervert".
I averted my eyes nervously. Fuck what had I done. Now my niece was probably
going to tell her mother and father that I was staring at her ass. Hell she
would probably make some story up about how she noticed me rubbing up against
her occasionally or something. I knew that once accusations like that got
passed around, it didn't matter if they were true or not.
I couldn't look at her. I tried to look absorbed in my book, but she wasn't
letting me off that easy. She walked the ten or so steps up the beach towards
me and stood there a little to my left.
She didn't say a word. She just stood there quietly until I lifted my eyes
from the book and looked up into hers. She had a cocky confident look on
her face and she actually smiled mischievously as she looked down at me.
"Give me some money," she said. "I want to buy an ice cream."
Her words were clearly not in the form of a request. She had just given me
an order, and strangely, I found myself clumsily fumbling to obey her.
"Oh sure honey," I mumbled nervously, then kicked myself for calling her
honey.
I pulled a couple of tens from the pocket of my shorts and held them as I
dug once more searching for some change to give her.
"Why don't you just give me a ten," she said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, ah, sure, here you go," I responded, handing her one of the bills.
She had a satisfied smirk on her face as she took the money and turned away.
Then just as she was about to take a step, the ten dollar bill fluttered
to the sand in front of her. She had dropped it.
I don't know if you've ever experienced this, but when something very traumatic
or incredibly intense happens to you, sometimes it affects your mind in a
strange way and it's like you become hyper-aware, like everything is happening
in slow motion and you see it all in the sharpest, fine detail.
That is what happened to me at that moment, watching my 11-year-old niece
slowly bend and reach down to pick up the $10 bill off the beach. I mean
she was no more two and a half feet from me. I was sitting on my butt on
the beach towel, just about at eye level with the top of her thighs.
I can't find the words to describe the vision of loveliness before me, or
the incredibly powerful sexual desire that left me aching, as Melanie bent
right over to pick up the bill, and gave me a close-up look at the thin material
of her swim suit stretched tight across the soft round cheeks of her beautiful
little butt. I honestly think I may have moaned as I admired my niece's little
ass, seeing how the thin purple material dipped slightly in between her cheeks,
then something caught my eye. I focused and discovered that I was seeing
space through the tight material and behind that, skin. Melanie's swim suit
was so worn and thin there, I was actually looking through it at the soft
skin between her cheeks.
Then it was gone. Melanie stood up with the ten in her hand and turned her
head to look back over her shoulder at me.
I couldn't have hidden my thoughts or feelings at the moment if I had tried.
I had just helped myself to a close-up look at my 11-year-old niece's beautiful
little ass, and seeing those soft cheeks barely hidden under the thin, tight,
stretchy material of her swim suit, I had lusted in my heart, and now the
evidence of that lust was written all over my face for her to see.
She just stood there for a moment and looked back over her shoulder at me
with that arrogant accusing look on her face, as if to say "How was that
uncle pervert? Did you get a good look that time?"
I swallowed nervously, and watched as she gave me a disgusted sneer, and
then an absolutely wicked smile of pure satisfaction as she turned and headed
off down the beach with her ponytail bouncing, carrying my ten dollars in
her hand.
I never actually saw her with an ice cream so I don't even know if she bought
one, but I can tell you that I never saw any change from the ten bucks. She
never offered it, and I certainly didn't ask for it. Hell, in my mind, getting
to look that closely at her beautiful little ass was worth every penny.
My relationship with Melanie changed completely from then on. She never asked
me for anything after that. She just told me what she wanted and made it
very clear that she expected to get it.
It was a week after the beach scene that Melanie drew me deeper into her
web. It was a little after 9 am on Saturday morning. Don and Linda were working
and I was downstairs when I heard Melanie calling me.
"What?" I answered.
"Come up here," she said.
I made my way upstairs and found her in her bedroom.
"Come in and sit down right here," she instructed, pointing to the edge of
her bed. "I'm bored. I want to go to the shopping mall later."
Melanie was still in her pjs, a big blue t-shirt that draped down to the
top of her thighs, Her hair hung down over her shoulders and part way down
her back. She had beautiful hair. I watched her move about the room.
"So you have to drive me there before lunch," she said. "But right now I
want my breakfast. Go make me some toast."
She had said it so matter-of-factly that I was a little confused, and that
confusion led to hesitation.
She was standing with her back to me, a little to my right, at her dresser,
and as I watched, she bent over, leaning forward towards her mirror to look
very closely at some imagined blemish on her face. My heart quickened as
my eyes dropped to watch the hem of her t-shirt lifting slowly up off the
back of her thighs. I was such a sucker for her. I couldn't tear my eyes
from her beautiful little ass if I had tried. My cock was hard by the time
the bottom edge of her soft yellow panties peeked out from under the hem
of her t shirt.
"What are you waiting for servant?" she barked at me.
I jumped, startled at her tone and at the use of the term "servant", and
looked up to find her eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
"Stop looking at me like that, and go and make me some toast," she said.
"And bring me a glass of milk."
I was 42 years old, a successful investor, an attractive, big, strong, handsome
man. It felt so strange to hear a female, a very young female, my 11-year-old
niece, giving me orders. But it felt even stranger as I sort of disconnected
from myself. It was like I was feeling someone else's eyes drop down to catch
one more glimpse of those soft yellow panties, someone else's throat swallow
nervously, someone else's body stand and walk out of the room, turn in the
hallway, then walk downstairs to the kitchen.
She was obviously pleased when I returned carrying a plate with her toast
and a glass of cold mild for her.
"Put it over here," she instructed, pointing to her dresser.
I placed the plate and glass down on her dresser, then turned, about to leave
her room.
"Where are you going," she barked. "Stay here with me servant."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I turned slowly to look back at her.
She was standing beside her dresser, facing me, her feet apart, her hands
on her hips. I don't know whether she had done it on purpose or not, but
the pressure of her hands on her hips, had shortened the length of her pj
t-shirt so that the hem was high on her thighs. Another inch and I would
have been looking at the spot where her panties tucked down over her little
mound.
"Look at you," said with some disgust. "Don't you have any shame?"
I stammered nervously under her very direct assault. There was no pretending
with her. She knew I wanted her. And she knew that was the key to her power
over me.
"I can't help it," I managed to mutter nervously. "You're so beautiful."
"Well servants aren't supposed to stare like that," she said, almost scolding
me. "Close the door."
My heart was pounding. Where the hell was this going? I did as she said and
turned to close the door. When I turned back, she had turned to her dresser
to pick up a piece of toast.
"Good now come over here by the bed," she said.
I walked over to the edge the bed.
She bit off a piece of toast and sauntered over to the corner to turn on
the radio on her stereo box. It was tuned to a station playing schmaltzy
teen pop dance mix shit, but it wasn't very loud.
She spoke again as she walked back over to her dresser.
"I don't like you being so tall," she said. "Kneel down so I don't have to
look up at you."
"Melanie," I protested questioningly. "I don't know if this is a good idea."
She spun on her feet to look at me.
"You just do what you're told Mr. pervert," she barked.
"Melanie," I said nervously. "This is silly, I..."
"Oh and would you rather I tell my dad that I caught you looking at my behind?"
she mocked.
She held the card, and she played it. I was caught between a rock and a hard
place. Either I go along with her games and let her humiliate me, or I call
her bluff and take the chance that she might tell her dad about my attraction
to her. Something told me she wasn't bluffing. I needed to buy some time
to work my way out of this, and playing her childish game at that moment
seemed the only way to do that. With more than a little humiliation, I lowered
myself to my knees before her.
"Now look Melanie," I started to say as I settled down on my knees for her.
The sharp stinging smack of her open hand across my face was both a tactical
and a strategic victory for her. I was completely unprepared for her physical
assault. It left me startled and stunned. Her verbal assault quickly followed.
"You are a pervert," she barked at me. "I've seen the way you look at me
you pig. Aren't you afraid people will find out about you?"
Now I was desperate.
"Melanie, please," I pleaded. "This is not right."
"Not right?" she mocked me. "Was it right for you to look at my butt at the
beach last week? Is it right for you to be in my room looking up under my
pjs?"
"Melanie," I whimpered. "You're not supposed to talk like that."
She actually laughed at me.
"Did you see my underwear?" she asked, changing her tone.
I blushed, and stammered nervously, nodding in the affirmative.
"What color are they?" she asked.
There was no end to the humiliation.
"Light yellow," I replied, almost in a whisper, acknowledging that I had
peeked up under t-shirt.
"And what did that do to you?" she asked.
I was startled by the depth of her questioning. I looked up at her, seeing
a strange arrogant confidence in her eyes.
"Answer me," she ordered me. "What did it do to you when you saw my underwear?
Did it make your penis feel good?"
I couldn't answer. I dropped my eyes and bowed my head in shame. I couldn't
believe that I was on my knees being humiliated by an 11-year-old girl. And
I couldn't believe that there no escape for me.
"Don't try and hide it from me Mr. pervert," she continued. "I know about
boys and their penises, so tell me does it make your penis feel good when
you look at my underwear?"
I closed my eyes, thinking desperately that I needed to find a way out of
this situation.
"Look at me and answer," she barked at me.
Very slowly, I raised my head and opened my eyes, seeing first her bare feet
on the carpet, then tracing up her calves to her knees, up the soft white
skin of her thighs. She had beautiful soft, milky white thighs, so lovely.
Melanie was holding onto her t-shirt, lifting it, teasing me.
"Well servant," she said, mocking me. "Are you going to answer me?"
I swallowed.
"Yes," I said softly.
"Yes what?" she asked, lifting her t-shirt a little more, exposing more of
her thighs.
I couldn't believe what the little flirt was doing to me.
"Yes, yes, yes...seeing your panties made my penis feel good," I finally
blurted out.
Melanie had the strangest, excited and mischievous grin on her face, like
she couldn't believe her luck. She started to move her hips a little in a
bit of dance, giggling a little as she flipped the hem of her t-shirt up,
briefly flashing her underwear for me. She was watching me intently, seeing
my discomfort, sensing the hypnotic effect she was having on me, seeing my
inability to turn away from her little show, seeing the lust in my eyes,
seeing my attraction to her as a weakness that she could exploit.
She was toying with me, spinning on her feet, dancing a little, flipping
up her t-shirt in back as she looked over her shoulder at me.
"I can't believe I have a pervert for an uncle," she giggled, stopping her
little dance to take a drink of her milk, moving over to turn her radio up
a little, then walking back to stand in front of me again.
"Melanie, please," I pleaded with her. "This isn't a good idea."
"Why," she asked insolently. "I thought you liked to look at girl's underwear."
As she spoke, she got a mocking grin on her face, spread her feet on the
floor, and lifted her t-shirt up, boldly exposing herself to me, showing
me her underwear all the way up to the waistband. My eyes were irresistibly
drawn to that place where her puffy little mound lay hidden under the light
yellow cotton of her panties. A moan escaped my lips.
It was incredibly intense for me to be there in my little niece's bedroom,
with the door closed, on my knees, so close to her, watching her put on a
little show for me. She was only 11 years old, but she was the boldest, most
precautious little cock tease I had ever met. She was laughing at me.
"Look at you," she laughed. "You can't resist."
She got a very serious look on her face and began to slowly lower the t-shirt,
but not all the way, There was still a hint of the soft yellow material of
her underwear showing, down where it tucked between her thighs. I was not
prepared for her next demand.
"Pull your pants down," she said with a low, almost husky voice.
I protested meekly.
"Melanie I can't," I pleaded with her. "I could get arrested for this. I
could go to jail."
"Only if someone tells on you," she retorted quickly. "I know you want to.
Go ahead, pull your pants down and show me what a pervert you are."
Looking right into my eyes, my little niece dangled the carrot one more time,
slowly lifting her t-shirt, pulling it up to expose more and more of her
little panties, further showing me bare skin above the waistband, then her
little belly button, and higher until the hem was almost up to her chest.
"Pull your pants down and I promise I'll let you have a good look," she teased
me swaying her hips from side to side."
The sight of her standing there with her pjs pulled right up, seeing her
soft flat tummy, the little circle of her belly button, and the soft yellow
of her little panties drove a passion in me that was irresistible. My eyes
were drawn to that place where that soft yellow material tucked between her
thighs. I imagined that I could see a hint of the soft lips hidden under
there, and the warm little slit between them, and my cock begged for release.
I was beyond help. My fingers nervously found their way to my waist, undid
my small leather belt, popped the button on the waist band of my pants, and
slowly pulled my zipper down.
"Pull them down," she ordered, a smug and satisfied grin building on her
face.
I bent over a little and pushed my pants down to the middle of my thighs.
My cock was tenting out against my white cotton boxers, stiff and hard. A
strange excited smile crossed her face.
"Your underwear too," she told me.
My embarrassment and humiliation was almost overwhelming, but it was mixed
with an undeniable carnal urge. I was torn. My 11-year-old niece was ordering
me to pull my underwear down, and my cock was screaming for release, but
the warning bells were clanging in my head dutifully reminding me that what
I was about to do was a criminal offence.
My niece and my cock won. With a humiliated sigh, I obediently tucked my
fingers into the waist band of my boxers and pushed them down, feeling the
elastic scrape along the shaft of my stiff cock, then the sensitive head,
letting it spring to life standing fully erect, sticking straight out from
my body.
I think I actually heard a gasp from my little niece, and it filled me momentarily
with a flush of pride. It was almost certain that mine was the first hard
man-cock she had ever seen. I knew that it was a big moment for her, and
I knew that she was seeing a nice one. I'd watched women admire it and seen
their expressions of lust as they kissed it. And, I had heard enough of their
soft whimpers of pleasure as they sucked on it, to know that I have a beautiful
cock, both in size and shape. Just the thought that my little niece, from
this point on, was going to measure every cock she saw against mine, made
me ache with desire and a strange sense of pride.
I watched as she bent down to get a closer look, fascinated by my stiff cock.
Then she stood and came around to my side, put her two hands on my shoulder
and leaned in close to my ear, pressing her body up against me.
"So do you play with it when it gets like that?" she asked.
"Yes," I said softly.
"Do it then," she instructed, leaning over, looking down my body at my cock.
"Do it."
"Melanie, I..." I started to protest.
"Just do it Mr. pervert," she said boldly.
I followed my little niece's instructions and reached up to wrap my hand
around my big cock, feeling it swell. I heard a little giggle in my ear as
I pumped the shaft for her.
"That's wicked," exclaimed excitedly. "And looking at a girl's butt makes
you want to do that?"
"Yes, it does," I admitted in a soft whisper, pumping my cock for her.
"Have you ever been with a girl my age?" she asked, wanting to know everything
about my attraction to her.
"No," I said.
"Hmmm, but you thought about it when you were looking at my butt didn't you?"
she mocked me.
It was more of a statement than a question but I answered her.
"Yes," I said, resigned to my fate, admitting everything as I slowly pumped
my cock.
"You are such a pervert," she whispered with her lips right next to my ear,
boldly mocking me, giggling a little, bumping her pelvis up against my hip
in time with the dance mix coming from her radio. "Maybe I should give you
something to look at while you do that."
Then she left my side, moving around to stand in front of me again. Holding
the hem of her pjs in her hands, she spread her feet a little on the floor,
leaned back against her dresser, and with the slightest hint of a wicked
little smile, she pulled her t-shirt up above her waist again, offering me
another look at her panties. I watched, absolutely hypnotized by her, an
incredible vision of pre-teen beauty, boldly exposing herself to me.
"Here you go," she said, almost maliciously. "Go ahead uncle, have a look."
My eyes broke contact with hers and drifted slowly downward, tracing a soft
line down her face, her neck, over her flat chest, past the bunched up hem
of her t-shirt, onto the soft naked skin of her belly. I actually moaned
as my eyes feasted once more on pale yellow cotton material of her lovely
panties.
She giggled a little, obviously amused at the state of arousal and lust that
she was able to generate in me. I couldn't help myself. My hips moved in
time with my hand pumping my hard cock.
"Why don't you have a closer look?" she said softly. "Come closer."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked up into her eyes. I saw the
invitation in them. I saw the wicked little smirk on her face. Then let my
eyes drop one more time to the soft material of her panties, and with one
hand still holding my cock, I bent down, and with my other hand on the floor,
I crawled closer to her.
"That's it, closer," she whispered to me.
As she spoke, she leaned back a little more with her elbows on her dresser,
still holding her t-shirt up. I crawled forward until my eyes were less than
a foot from where the material of her panties tucked down between her thighs.
I was absolutely humiliated and completely caught in the spell cast by my
precocious 11-year-old niece, on my knees before her, with my pants down,
my hand pumping my hard cock, my mouth watering at the beautiful close-up
view of her little mound hidden under her panties.
"Is this what you wanted uncle?" she asked me with a mocking voice.
"Yes," I whimpered.
She lifted one elbow off her dresser and reached out to run her fingers into
my hair, her voice dropping almost to a whisper.
"Come closer then," she whispered as she pulled my head even closer to her.
I whimpered softly as my eyes feasted on the close-up view she was giving
me. I was inches from her little mound. I could see the weave in her cotton
panties. I could see the stitching on the lace-edged elastic leg bands that
tucked down between her thighs. I focused and tried to find a bit of contour
or indentation in the slightly loose material, anything that might hint at
the shape of the soft treasures hidden underneath. A gentle and lovely, almost
sweet, soft scent came to me, and I breathed in deep through my nose, welcoming
it.
"What a pig," she said boldly, humiliating me, looking down, watching me
jerk off and salivate over the sight of her loveliness.
My 11-year-old niece tightened her fingers in my hair, holding my head in
place. I watched as she slowly moved her hips in a gentle pumping motion,
teasing me. It was incredible, that a young girl would be so aware of her
body and its affect on a man. I heard her giggle as my breath picked up,
a moan escaped my lips, and my hand jerked harder on my cock. She was actually
enjoying herself, at my expense.
"Maybe uncle would like to see a little more," she said in a soft playful
voice.
I whimpered at the thought.
"Hmmm?," she asked softly. "Would you?"
I couldn't believe my ears. The answer was obvious. She already knew the
affect she had on me. But I had no idea if my niece was actually offering
me more, or if she was just torturing me.
"yes," I whimpered softly.
"Yes What?" she barked at me.
"yes, I would like to see more," I answered her, barely above a whisper.
"What do you mean uncle?" she asked confidently. "Do you mean that you want
to pull my underwear down?"
She was fucking me over in a way that I had never been fucked over in my
life. No woman had ever humiliated me with my own desire for her. And yet
here I was a whimpering fool, on my knees with pants down in front of my
11 year-old niece, jerking off, letting her humiliate me with her body.
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Then say it," she barked sharply. "Ask me. Say please, and use my name.
I want to hear you say my name when you ask me."
I tore my eyes from her little mound and looked up at her, unable to believe
what I was hearing. Her cold, confident, cock, mocking look told me she was
very serious.
I dropped my head and closed my eyes.
"Melanie," I whispered. "Please let me pull your underwear down."
She actually laughed out loud at me, a sincere, giggly, mocking, satisfied
laugh that made me blush.
"And why do you want to do that uncle?" she asked.
As she spoke she tilted my head back so she could look down into my eyes,
spread her legs and leaned back a little more, then pressed her crotch out
to me, mocking me with it, moving it in gentle pumping motions, with her
little panty-covered mound no more than a couple of inches my nose and mouth.
My nostrils filled with the soft sweet scent of her. My mouth was so close
to her little mound that I could have reached out with my tongue and touched
it.
"Is it because it you are a pig, and it makes your penis feel good to look
at girls my age and think about pulling their underwear down?" she mocked
me.
There was no hiding her intent. This wasn't just a bold childish game. She
was taking obvious delight in my very intimate personal humiliation.
"yes," I whimpered closing my eyes in shame.
"Uncle you are such a pig," she said matter of factly. "I shouldn't let you
do this you know."
I opened my eyes, looking up into her hers.
"Really, I shouldn't let you," she said, almost irritated. "But, go ahead
if you want."
As she spoke, she pulled her fingers out of my hair and stood there with
her legs slightly spread, her elbows bent, her palms turned back holding
the edge of her dresser. The pressure of her body against the dresser continued
to hold her pj t-shirt up out of the way.
I looked up into her eyes, questioning, seeking confirmation of what I had
heard.
"Well go ahead pervert," she barked at me. "But no touching. You are not
allowed to touch me."
My eyes lowered to find the soft elastic line of the waistband on her panties.
I swallowed, barely able to believe that my 11-year-old niece was offering
to let me tuck my fingers into that waistband and pull her panties down.
I dropped my swollen cock and the fingers of both my hands reached up timidly
to touch the waistband of her panties on her hips. Once more I looked up
into her inviting eyes for reassurance. She was looking down at me with a
strange curiosity, like she was as keenly interested in watching me pull
her panties down, as I was in doing it.
I swallowed and dropped my eyes once more to those cotton underwear, then
very slowly, I tucked my thumbs into the waistband, and began to pull the
material down off her, watching as her soft belly came into view, then the
puffy rise just above her mound. The waistband stretched in back, and then
released suddenly as it slipped down over the roundness of her bottom, causing
the material to pull down quickly in the front. Just as her little mound
was coming into view, the waistband flipped over, leaving me to pull her
panties inside out, with the crotch staying in place tucked up there between
her thighs.
There it was, as beautiful as I had imagined. A soft, puffy, smooth, hairless
little mound that split into two little lips as it tucked between her thighs.
I watched as the crotch of her underwear pulled down away from that warm
place. I continued tugging the panties down her thighs to her knees, where
I released them, letting them fall to the floor.
I couldn't help myself.
"You're beautiful," I whispered.
She giggled.
"That's enough looking there," she snapped, turning quickly.
I caught brief flash of her bare bottom before the t-shirt drop down to the
top of her thighs. My disappointment was complete.
To my surprise, my niece left me there, on my knees on the floor behind her
while she picked up her brush off the top of the dresser and began to brush
her hair.
My eyes focused on the hints of soft naked roundness hidden under the material
of her t-shirt. Her legs were spread slightly. Her body swayed gently as
she brushed her hair. My cock swelled in my hand. She spoke to me while she
brushed.
"You know, when I caught you looking at me on the beach last week, it really
made me mad," she admonished me. "I couldn't believe that you would dare
look at me like that...staring at my butt. That was like, so rude."
It was incredible. I was on my knees with my pants down, jerking off, hypnotized
by the cute little pre-teen butt in right there in front of me, barely hidden
behind the soft curtain of her t-shirt, and I was listening to my 11-year-old
niece lecture me.
"I thought about telling my mom and dad you know," she said sternly. "Then
I thought that maybe it would be better to make you pay for being so rude."
"Melanie, I didn't mean...," I started to say.
"Shut up," she barked at me, turning a little to look down over her shoulder
at me. "You have nothing to say in this. Look at you playing with your penis.
You are just a pervert."
I whimpered, unable to take my eyes off her bottom. Unable to stop playing
with myself. She turned back to the mirror and continued to brush her hair.
"Now first," she said with determination. "I think you need to apologize
for being so rude to me, for looking at me that way on the beach."
I gave her what she wanted.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm sorry for looking at you that way."
She sounded genuinely pleased at my response.
"Good," she said. "Now I think maybe I should make you pay for being so rude,
don't you."
I had no idea where she was going. I started to think that she might be about
to ask me for money, maybe another ten dollars...that this was some kind
of childish blackmail scheme.
"What do you mean?" I asked softly.
"I mean that maybe I should punish you," she said matter-of-factly.
My mind swirled. It was ludicrous actually, a grown man on his knees, nervously
jerking on his cock while an 11-year-old girl spoke about punishing him.
But it also seemed, strangely, very appropriate. I really did feel like she
had a strange power over me, and there was no doubt that my little niece
felt quite comfortable in her dominant role. I found myself accepting the
fact that the 11-year-old was actually going to punish me in some way. In
my confused state, all I could do was hope the punishment was not too severe,
and pray that if I took it without complaint, that my niece might offer me
something more pleasurable as a reward after it was over.
But at that point, I hadn't yet completely grasped an understanding of just
how deeply twisted my little niece was. You see, Melanie's idea of punishment
was to give me what I wanted, and then humiliate me with it, and use it against
me.
"I was thinking," she said softly. "That seeing how you like my butt so much,
maybe I should make you kiss it."
I moaned, my eyes fixed on the hidden curves of her little ass in front of
me. She turned her upper body to look back over her shoulder at me, watching
my reaction. I couldn't look up. My eyes were fixed on the soft curves hidden
under her t-shirt. My cock swelled stiff and hard in my hand and a moan escaped
my lips.
I heard her giggle, obviously enjoying my torture. I watched hypnotized as
she moved her ass in a very subtle swaying motion and pushed it back towards
me a little more.
"Well Mr. pervert," she said with a hint of impatience. "Are you going to
kiss my butt or not?"
The soft curves of her ass were like a magnet to me. It was like I was in
a dream, being drawn closer and closer, letting my eyes close as my lips
traveled the last couple of inches and finally touched down on one of her
soft cheeks.
The impact on me was immediate and incredible. I actually felt faint and
leaned forward, turning my head to rub my face against her ass, moaning softly,
nuzzling her soft cheeks.
"Stop that," she barked at me, pushing hard with her ass to knock my head
back away from her. "I said to kiss it, not slobber on it. You are such a
pig. Now kiss it nice."
I had never in my life imagined that as a grown man, I might spend time on
my knees with my pants down, being reprimanded and humiliated by an 11-year
old girl. It seems weird now, looking back on it. I mean why would I let
her do that to me. All I can say is that, at the time, something deep inside
me, convinced me that the lovely little ass in front of me, lightly veiled
behind a thin layer of cotton, was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Somehow, I knew that I wanted it, I wanted to be close to it, to see it,
and touch it, and I knew that I would do anything for its owner.
But the really strange thing was, that she knew it too. I don't know how
she knew it, how she became so intimately aware of her ability to control
men with her body at such an early age. Maybe she was born with it. But obviously
she knew how to do it, and clearly she was enjoying it. I mean she wasn't
just using her little ass to flirt with me in a childish way. She was teasing
me with it, like you might tease a hungry dog with a big juicy bone.
"Right here," she instructed me, reaching around with her hand, pointing
with her finger to a spot on the material of her t-shirt, right in the centre
of her left cheek. "Kiss me right here."
I whimpered softly, leaned forward, and touched my lips down on her left
cheek, obediently giving her ass a little kiss.
"That's better, now another one right here," she gently mocked me, moving
her finger over to point at a spot in the centre of her right cheek. "Kiss
me, and then tell me you are sorry for being so rude to me, for looking at
my butt on the beach. And say my name."
I was such wimp. There was no resistance in me. I leaned forward and kissed
my niece's right cheek.
"I'm sorry Melanie," I whispered softly, kissing her cheek again between
my words. "I'm sorry for looking at you that way. I couldn't help it. You
are so beautiful."
My words obviously pleased her. She giggled softly as I left my lips on her
cheek, pursing them softly, giving her ass several little kisses. I felt
her ass moving sideways a couple of inches, the material of her t-shirt dragging
across my lips. Then she was pressing back again.
"I wonder how sorry you are," she said, with a teasing edge on her soft voice.
My lips were touching a spot a couple of inches to the left of where I had
just kissed her. She stood still, waiting. I gave her another kiss and felt
her ass moving again a little to the left.
"Are you really sorry?" she asked.
When she pressed back this time, my lips were in the upper end of that little
valley between her cheeks, about half-way up the gentle curve of her lovely
ass. It was incredible that she could humiliate me in such a sophisticated
and intensely sexual way. I felt her ass move a little, impatiently demanding
a kiss.
I pursed my lips and kissed her.
"Yes," I said meekly. "I'm really sorry.
My lips were still lightly touching the material of her t-shirt and I felt
her move again, but it was not to the side. She leaned over her dresser,
bending, pressing her ass back.
I whimpered as her ass lifted and my lips dragged down over the material
of her t-shirt, slipping lower. Then she stopped momentarily, wiggling a
little and pressing back, making sure that my lips where pushed right down
between her cheeks, I kissed her.
"Hmmm," she murmured softly. "Are you...really...really sorry?"
As she spoke, she reached around and put her hand on the top of my head,
pressing down. I let her push my head even lower, and felt her moving her
feet further apart on the floor, bending a little more, pressing her ass
back against my mouth. She curled her fingers in my hair and held my head
in place as she wiggled her ass, positioning me, and letting me know where
my lips were, rubbing it in.
I can't describe the incredible feeling of deep humiliation that I experienced
in that moment, as my 11-year-old niece curled her fingers in my hair, holding
my head, as she pressed her ass back against my mouth.
I was forced to breath through my nose, inhaling the soft sweet scent of
her behind. I whimpered softly.
"What's the matter uncle," she mocked me. "Isn't this what you wanted? Go
ahead...kiss it."
She wiggled one more time, and pulled my head hard up against her, rubbing
the material of her t-shirt over my mouth, pressing herself back against
my lips. Underneath the material, I could feel the unmistakable outline of
a little circle. I moaned softly and kissed it.
A squeaky little giggle of complete satisfaction escaped from my niece's
lips as I kissed her little asshole for her.
I knew then that her objective was my complete humiliation. And I knew that
I would give it to her. I whimpered softly, jerked on my cock, closed my
eyes and pressed forward, pushing my lips and the material of my 11-year-old
niece's t-shirt between her cheeks to kiss her asshole again, and again,
and again.
I felt her fingers slip from my hair as she adjusted her stance, leaning
right over her dresser. I continued to kiss her asshole, pressing my lips
between her cheeks.
"Here uncle," she said softly. "Let me help you there."
I opened my eyes, looking up from between her cheeks, to see her reaching
around with both hands, her fingers pinching the material of her t-shirt,
tugging it gently.
My mouth was pressed between her cheeks giving her a kiss, and as I lifted
it slightly, I felt the material of her t-shirt slide up over my lips little.
I moaned and pressed forward to kiss her again, trapping the material in
place. Then as I lifted my lips, I felt the material move again.
"Let me get this out of the way for you," she said softly.
I couldn't bare it. I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth one more time between
her cheeks, trapping the material in place again with my lips, feeling the
contour of her little asshole underneath. I could feel the pressure she was
applying to her t-shirt, tugging it upward. I knew that as soon as I lifted
my lips it would move again.
And it did. I whimpered softly as I felt the material tugging upward, and
then moaned as I felt the double thickness of the hem on the bottom of the
t shirt drag up past my lips, leaving her naked back there. I could feel
the soft flesh of her ass against my both sides of my face.
"There you go," Melanie said softly, like she was speaking to a child, offering
a treat. "Isn't that better?"
Still I couldn't move.
She wiggled her ass a little, pressing back, letting me know what she expected.
"Ok now," she said, with a little more insistence. "Do your business there
uncle."
I swallowed the last threads of my pride and accepted my complete humiliation.
Fully understanding the nature of the act, I pressed forward, squeezed my
mouth between her cheeks, found her naked little asshole with my lips, and
kissed it for her.
"Mmmnnn," she sighed softly.
It was the first indication I had that my young niece might actually be experiencing
some physical arousal. I felt her reach around and slip her fingers once
more into my hair, holding my head in place as she pressed her ass back at
me, moving her hips gently, swaying a little on her feet, rubbing her asshole
over my mouth like she was kissing me with it.
It was, without a doubt, the strangest sexual act I had ever experienced.
My cock was rock hard and I continued to pump it slowly as my 11-year-old
niece rubbed her asshole over my mouth.
"Mmmmnnn, do you like that uncle?" she asked softly, wiggling her ass a little
to emphasize her question.
Speech was impossible with her holding my mouth up against her asshole. All
I could manage was bit of a nod and a whimpered "umhumnn."
"Well," she said, with a bit of a challenge in her voice. "Why don't you
show me how much you like it."
I felt her fingers slip from my hair, releasing me. I pulled back just slightly,
lifting my lips off her asshole and opened my eyes to watch her reach around
with both hands and press her fingers into her cheeks, pulling them apart,
spreading them wide for me.
"There you go," she said. "And remember, kiss it nice."
My eyes closed gently as I leaned forward to make love to my niece's naked
asshole with my mouth, kissing it softly with little pecks at first, then
pressing my lips forward, moving my head in a gentle circular motion, murmuring
softly, adding passion to my kiss.
I'm not sure if she expected it or not, but for me it was the natural next
step. I don't even remember thinking about it. One moment I was pressing
my lips onto her little asshole giving her a passionate lover's kiss. And
the next minute, my lips were parting to release my tongue.
It was a tentative excursion at first, the tip of my tongue poking, finding
that little ring between her cheeks, circling around the outer edge of it.
I felt the little muscle respond to my intimate oral exploration, squeezing
together for a second, then releasing.
You might find it perverted and kinky and weird, but I can tell you that
I was in sexual heaven at that moment, as I slipped my entire tongue out,
found the bottom edge of her little muscle with the tip, pressed it down
flat and then dragged it slowly up, giving my 11-year-old niece's lovely
little asshole a very intimate and tender lick.
There was a moment's hesitation in her, like she had to pause to make sure
she knew what she was feeling, then she let out a bit of a squeal and then
a little giggle, obviously pleased that her uncle was giving her little asshole
a nice big wet french kiss.
There was no turning back from that moment. I knew that nothing would ever
be the same from that moment on in my relationship with my little niece.
And I could tell from the delightful little giggles of satisfaction coming
from her, that she knew it too.
So, on my knees in the privacy of her bedroom, my pants and underwear pulled
down, I gave her what she wanted. I jerked off as I made passionate love
to my niece's asshole with my mouth.
And I'm sure it was a magic moment for her too. I mean how many women can
say that they have ever exerted that kind and level of intimate domination
over a man in their life, and here my little niece had accomplished it at
11 years old. I can't speak for her of course, but I mean she took a big
risk trying to pull that off.
You have to understand that she is a complete control freak. She absolutely
revels in having other people subservient to her. So I guess, when she became
aware that I was attracted to her, when she caught me admiring her ass, she
saw my attraction as a tool for her to control me, and once she decided to
play that game, it seemed appropriate to control and humiliate me in the
most intimate way possible...by making me demonstrate my inferior status
on my knees, with my mouth pressed up between her cheeks, submitting to her,
willingly, obediently, even eagerly, giving her little asshole a warm wet
bath with my tongue.
"Ooohh, that tickles," she giggled as I opened my mouth wide and ran my wet
tongue around her asshole, licking her.
I could feel the cum building in my balls as I jerked my cock slowly.
The tip of my tongue traced a loving circle around the outside of her little
hole, around and around in ever shrinking circles, final coming to that soft
indentation at the centre. I pressed on the little button, feeling it squeeze
together in response. I pushed again, a little harder this time, feeling
it move again. Then I pressed forward with determination, keeping the pressure
on, pushing the tip of my tongue into the tiny hole, trying to coax it open.
She stopped giggling, and stood perfectly still.
The tip of my tongue just barely squeezed part the way into her opening.
Every time I pushed harder, her little asshole would respond by squeezing
together, barring my way. But as the little muscle relaxed, her ass would
open up a little more, letting me push further inside her.
I heard her grunt softly as she sensed my determination.
"You pig," she said in a soft husky voice that held a hint of honest disgust.
"Ooooh, you pig."
It was like she could not think of anything else to say as she felt me pushing
my tongue into her ass. But it was very clear that she was pleased with this
new development. I felt her move slightly and opened my eyes to watch her
lift her hands momentarily, slipping them further over, tucking them down
between my face and her soft flesh, then pressing her fingers in, spreading
her cheeks wider for me, opening her little asshole, welcoming my tongue.
I stiffened my tongue and pushed harder, finally feeling her little muscle
relax and soften, opening up for me. I moaned softly as I pushed the tip
of my tongue into her ass, feeling it pass the tight little circle into the
softness behind it. I wiggled the tip, tracing my way around the inside edge
of her tight hole.
"Oh, ooooh, you pig," she said, in her husky young voice. "You pig, you pig."
Her asshole completely relaxed for me, opening up to accept my eager tongue.
I pulled out just a little, so the tip was just outside the little hole,
making my tongue stiff and straight. Then I pushed back in, pressing deep,
feeling her asshole stretching open for the thicker part of my tongue. Then
I pulled out, and pushed back in again, hearing her grunt as I pushed deep.
"Unngh, you pig," she mocked me, as I pushed my stiff tongue in and out of
her ass. "You big pig."
I felt her stiffen her body, lifting up onto her toes, pressing her knees
into the dresser for support, pressing her ass back against me every time
I pushed my tongue into her.
And that is how I came, big gobs of hot cum squirting out of my hard cock
to splash down on the hardwood floor between my 11-year-old niece's feet,
as I tongue-fucked her lovely asshole. It was an incredible orgasm, maybe
the most intense I have ever experienced. My body jerked with the power of
it, my face pressed against her ass, turned to the side, my mouth open gasping
for air.
"What did you do?" she barked at me, pushing back hard with her ass, pushing
my face off her, turning her upper body to look back at me, and my spent
cock.
Then she noticed the big gobs of cum on the floor between her feet, and she
squealed and jumped to the side, her t-shirt pjs dropping to cover her nakedness.
"What is that!?" she yelped at me.
I answered her meekly, with more than a little embarrassment.
"It's my semen," I said. "It's what happens when I masturbate. It's the stuff
that makes babies."
Her eyes lit up as she made the connection between what had just occurred
and her understanding of sexual activity and the reproductive process. She
was honestly very curious and I watched as she bent down to look at the milky
cream on her floor, reaching with one nervous finger to dip it in my cum,
then lift it to her nose to sniff hesitantly at.
Then she turned to me and with her other hand waving in my face, her finger
pointing and bobbing, she admonished me for making a mess.
"Well don't you ever spray your penis juice anywhere again," she instructed
me in her mocking voice. "You make sure you bring a cup or something to catch
it."
Her eyes were incredibly wide, displaying her excitement with what had just
occurred. I watched as an idea worked its way into her mind, and she reached
out to me, showing me the little dab of my cum on the end of her finger.
"First," she said. "You can clean off my finger. Then you can clean up this
mess on the floor."
I looked at the cum-tipped little finger she was holding out to me, just
inches from my mouth. It was clear what she wanted.
"Go ahead," she said, with that sexy, soft, teasing, playful young voice.
I leaned forward, parted my lips and sucked her little finger into my mouth,
cleaning my cum off it, tasting the saltiness of it, watching the wicked
smile of satisfaction come onto her young face.
She pulled her finger from my mouth and spoke again.
"Stick your tongue out," she instructed me. "Let me see it."
I did as she asked, parting my lips and poking the tip of my tongue out of
my mouth for her.
"Further," she said.
I followed her instructions, sticking my tongue right out to display it for
her, watching her examine it with a strange curiosity.
"I can't believe you put your tongue up my butt," she said softly. "Did you
like that?"
"Unhuh," I answered her honestly, nodding, keeping my tongue out for her.
"You are a big pig aren't you," she mocked me in her playful childish voice.
"Unhuh," I grunted, nodding.
"Well put it away now," she said, reaching over to give me three playful
slaps on my cheek as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth. "And clean up
this mess. Then you can take me to the shopping mall later."
Chapter 2, Setting the Hook
(G/m ped, inc, ds)
I don't know. I think I've led a pretty normal life. Things have been a little
fucked up since my divorce. You know, lots of people go through that shit
these days.
But let me tell ya, those few days following my very personal humiliation
at the hands of my 11-year-old niece, were extremely difficult for me. I
could not look my brother Don and his wife Linda in the eye. I felt cheap.
I felt like I let them down, took advantage of their hospitality, and violated
their trust in me. I felt like a real bastard.
But there was something else that was nagging at me, picking away, gnawing
relentlessly at everything I had ever come to understand about myself and
who I was, and what kind of a man I was.
No matter how guilty I felt in the days following my little encounter with
my young niece, whenever I thought about it, remembered it, relived the experience
in my mind, and allowed myself to rekindle the things I felt as I knelt on
the floor in her bedroom, I got all confused.
The little bitch. Did she have to do that to me? I mean fuck, so what if
she caught me admiring her ass. Did she really have to tease me with it like
that, waving it around in front of my face. For Christ's sake, she's fucking
gorgeous. What the fuck was I supposed to do, she was standing right there
in front of me, bare ass naked under her fucking little t-shirt, pushing
it out at me, mocking me with it. I'm only fucking human...and, I know she's
only a flat-chested little girl, 11 years old, but I'm telling you, she has
the most beautiful little ass I have ever seen, and when I was there on my
knees in her bedroom, when she pushed it back against my face...I mean, ya,
I kissed it for her. What would you have done? But it wasn't me who pulled
her t-shirt up.
Alright, so I'm a weak son of a bitch who should have known better, but let
me tell you this, and this is no shit. Those long minutes that I spent behind
her on my knees, when she decided to "punish" me by lifting her t-shirt up,
reaching around to hold my head in place, pressing back against me, wiggling
her little behind, making sure I was right up there between her cheeks so
she could giggle and mock me while she let me feel her rubbing her fucking
little asshole over my mouth...was, by far, the most humiliating and the
most intensely satisfying sexual experience of my life.
And just so you understand, I have had my share of sexual adventure, with
beautiful, exciting women of all sizes, colors, shapes and flavors, women
who will try just about anything for fun. But, and this is the absolute truth,
none of that prepared me for the life-altering experience of being alone
with my flat-chested 11-year-old niece, in her bedroom, in her private place,
with her books, and her teen magazine posters, and her dresser with her drawer
full of panties, and her fucking furry little stuffed fucking animals, with
the door closed, on my knees with my pants and boxers pulled down, letting
her watch me jerk on my cock, letting her call me a pervert, letting her
hold my head in place so she could rub her little asshole over my mouth,
getting my tongue up there for her, to give that beautiful little rosebud
a warm, wet french kiss. I honestly felt like I had died and gone to heaven
to spend eternity with the love of my life, and that is the way I kissed
the lovely little flower of my niece's asshole that day, with passion, with
love, like I was kissing the velvet lips of a long-lost lover.
And she knew exactly what was going on. If you had seen her bending right
over, holding her t-shirt up for me, and heard her giggling and mocking me
while I demonstrated my inferiority, submitting to her on my knees with my
mouth pressed up between the cheeks of her ass, obediently giving her lovely
little anus a very nice warm tongue bath, if you had heard her gasp softly
and felt her young body tremble with excitement and surprise when I stiffened
my tongue a little and pushed playfully at the center of her tight little
hole, if you had heard her whisper to me saying "ooh, you pig," as she reached
around with both hands and pressed her fingers into her cheeks, spreading
them wide, pushing back against my tongue, letting me know very clearly that
she wanted to feel me push it right up her ass...if you had been there, you
would know exactly what I mean when I say, even though she was only 11 years
old, she was no fucking victim.
Just to give you an idea of the level of my discomfort living in that house
after that, and to give you a sense of where my niece's head was at, let
me tell you about something that happened four days later.
I was a basket case immediately following the incident in her bedroom. I
avoided her in the house whenever possible. We didn't speak to each other,
and when I did see her, it made me nervous and, quite frankly, a little humiliated,
to see that mocking sneer on her face. It was like, somehow she knew that
I was masturbating three or four times a day thinking about her.
By the forth night, when it was obvious that the cops were not going to show
up and haul me off to jail, when it was clear that Don and Linda were acting
as if everything was 5 by 5 normal, I was able to relax a little.
It was after dinner. I had not eaten with the family, but came upstairs afterward
to watch some tv with Don. He was sitting in the big easy chair over to the
left of me. I was sitting on the couch. The tv was against the wall directly
in front of me, a couple of feet over from the big wide double doorway into
the dinning room.
Well, ten minutes into some completely irrelevant sitcom, and guess who saunters
into the dinning room from the kitchen, still wearing her school uniform,
drops her books down on the table, and settles down onto a chair to do her
homework...you guessed it, little miss Melanie.
You know, I'm a real sucker. I should have stood up and left the room, but
I stayed, thinking "Don is right here, Linda is in the kitchen, what the
hell could happen?"
Melanie looked over at me a couple of times, with that cocky little look
on her face. I tried to ignore her but I have to admit that I was sneaking
glances at her, and I'm sure she knew it.
The clincher came when her pencil dropped to the floor, and I heard a big
sigh. I looked over and Melanie was leaning away from me, to the side, reaching
down to pick her pencil up off the floor. She was moving so slowly. I watched
as she rolled over almost onto her hip, her bottom lifting slowly off the
seat of the chair, turning to face me. In that position, there was no way,
that her little skirt was going to keep her covered back there, and I'm sure
that fit nicely into her plans. In any event, I ended up on the receiving
end of a rather nice view of my niece's beautiful bottom, tucked neatly into
a pair of her soft white underwear, and, given my attraction to that area
of her anatomy, you can imagine what it did to me.
It was incredible how quickly it happened. My cock thickened up hard in my
pants, my pulse quickened, I felt a warm nervous blush passing over me and
all of a sudden, my mouth was parched. I knew it was wrong. I knew how completed
wicked I was being, sitting with my brother in his living room, looking at
something beyond his view, helping myself to a pretty nice look at his 11-year-old
daughter's beautiful little panty-clad bottom, lusting after it.
She was taking her time picking up her pencil, but she did finally begin
to rise back up to a sitting position. Just as I thought her butt was going
to roll back down onto the chair, ending my little show, she stopped. I looked
up and found myself looking into her eyes, her wild mocking eyes. She had
a hand on the seat of the chair beside her and was leaning over on it, watching
me look at her.
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