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A Family Sandwich
Chapter 2
Morgan smiled, the bright winning professionally "natural"
smile that he knew usually got him anything he wanted. It was
Saturday and little Jeanie was home from school. With her
characteristic impulsiveness, the little girl threw open the door
to greet her uncle.
"Hi!" she cried. "Come on in ... are we ever expecting you!"
Morgan entered, a handsome, dark-haired twenty year old, ten
years younger than his brother Brint but endowed with the same
casual good looks, the same lazy manner which was pushed to an
unfortunate extreme, seemingly by his youth and the fact that he
was the baby of the family.
"Hi, Jeanie ... what's happening, kitten ... where's your Ma
and, Pa?" Morgan didn't particularly look forward to staying with
his brother and sister-in-law, but it served his purposes at the
time.
Having had the misfortune of losing his job with the airlines
at the same time that he was evicted from his apartment in the
city meant that he had to hole up somewhere for awhile. Living
with Brint and Fran and their bratty kid, Jeanie, would be better
than living at home with his folks. He knew that his mother
couldn't dream of anything more wonderful than having him home
again, but he did not want to go through having to keep ridiculous
hours, put up with boring comments about the length of his hair,
and all the rest that went with living at home again.
At least here he would have a measure of freedom until he
could figure out just what he wanted to do next.
"Ma's in the kitchen, and Daddy's gone into the office this
morning," Jeanie replied, carefully taking in the nattily dressed
figure of her young uncle. She hadn't seen him in several months,
and she certainly hadn't seen him since her new "knowledge". The
"knowledge" was what she called the budding awakening of her
senses. As Morgan made his way to the kitchen, after depositing
his two bags on the living room floor, Jeanie wondered just how
much of the "knowledge" her handsome uncle had indulged in! From
the looks of him, she felt that he had done quite a bit of
dabbling, and she was determined at once to use him in her great
quest for learning. She figured that it ought to be pretty easy
to wind him around her little finger. He looked very sure of
himself, but Jeanie had already learned that people who looked
that way were very often just the opposite. If this proved to be
true in her uncle's case, she hoped she would soon be able to
extract from him everything that she needed to complete her
studies in the field of adult sensuality.
Gleefully, Jeanie ran up to her room, where she made certain
notes to this effect in a small black book that she kept for such
momentous thoughts.
Morgan, walking silently and cat-like, surprised Fran in the
kitchen where she was bending over cleaning the oven, cursing and
chewing herself out for having started the job in the first place
rather than leaving it to the maid who came in once a week anyway.
She had read a book once that said that women responded to
satisfying sexual lives by feeling an urge to tidy up, and she
wondered if this was why she'd suddenly decided to do the stove
herself. Was it because of Brint's wonderful love-making the
night before? It seemed ridiculous, but perhaps there was
something to it. In any case, by the time her brother-in-law
entered, any such homey urge had completely burned itself out
within the grime-besmirched confines of the oven, despite the fact
that the oven cleanser promised a clean, quick, and effortless
job!
"Oh ... you scared me!" she cried when she felt Morgan's
touch upon her back. She straightened up, annoyed that she had
been surprised in such an unglamorous stance by the young man who
was her husband's brother. She hated surprises of any kind, and
the fact that she knew that Morgan was now arriving to stay for
some time did not add to her joy in seeing him.
"Hi, beautiful ... you've got dirt on your nose!" Morgan
leaned forward and kissed his older sister-in-law affectionately
on the cheek, sniffing appreciatively at her perfume. Fran was
aware of the strong scent of after-shave lotion, and felt
instantly repelled by it and by her young brother-in-law. She
tried to smile nonetheless, and to greet him as cordially as
possible. She pulled back from Morgan as hastily as she could,
turning to begin busily washing her hands in the sink. "Well,
Morgan ... so you've arrived. I don't have to show you to your
room, do I? It's the same one you've stayed in before."
"Sure, sis ..." Morgan leaned against the wall, grinning and
appraising his pretty sister-in-law's figure while she wasn't
looking at him.
"How're things with you, Morgan ... looking for a new job?"
"Oh yeah ... but I get unemployment, you know ... no sense
rushing things!"
Fran could feel herself flushing with anger. As far as she
was concerned, there was every reason to "rush" things. "Well,
I'm sure you'll be wanting to get another apartment. A young man
like you, after all ... you don't want to live with us old fuddy-
duddys forever!"
Morgan laughed, an easy good-natured laugh. "You and Brint?
Fuddy-duddy? Don't kid me ... I know you two ... you're probably
out swinging every night, and when you're not, I bet you're
swinging at home!"
Fran blushed and turned to look at Morgan. She wasn't sure
just what he meant by "swinging", but it didn't sound quite right
to her. "Really, Morgan ..." she said in a discouraging tone.
Her hand went up to push a wisp of long blonde hair that had
fallen forward into her face.
"You've still got a smudge on your nose," Morgan declared.
"Thanks ..." Tight-lipped with rage, Fran brushed past her
husband's brother, already annoyed with herself for over-reacting
to his brash manners when she had already promised herself that
she wouldn't.
Alone in the kitchen, Morgan looked around at the bright
yellow decor and headed for the refrigerator. He found a quart
container of orange juice and drank almost half of it straight
from the carton. Then he opened up the frostless freezer
compartment, and seeing three cartons of frozen fried clams he set
them out for his lunch.
Then, whistling contentedly to himself, he strolled back into
the living room, flicked on the large color television set there
and looked in on one of his favorite morning quiz programs.
Working for the airlines had gotten him used to a varied schedule,
and there had been many mornings when he looked at television
before heading off to the ticket office at the terminal where he
presented a crisp and efficient image of responsibility to his
unsuspecting customers. Hardly any of them would have suspected
that this very same neatly uniformed young man had spent the
entire evening sandwiched nakedly between two writhing young
beauties, or that he had been thoroughly ensconced in the midst of
nine or ten men and women of various ages, all of whom were bent
upon exploring each and every orifice that the others possessed.
For Morgan could always manage to look as though a licentious
thought had never crossed his mind, a talent that had gotten him
in and out of many precarious situations.
He was sitting there watching the almost day-glo colors of
the TV set when he heard Fran coming down the stairs behind him.
Turning, he saw that she had changed into a tailored pants suit of
what Morgan termed "PanAm blue" because it resembled the color of
the stewardesses uniforms of that airline. He noticed in a glance
that she had taken care of the smudge on her nose, and as her eyes
met his, Morgan felt an inexplicable excitement that he'd never
before felt regarding his sister-in-law. There was something
different about her this time, he thought to himself as he turned
back to the set. She had that same look that he'd seen on the
girls' faces after they left his apartment at some outrageous hour
of the morning or afternoon, after they'd been thoroughly fucked
by one or more good hard cocks!
This reflection had the effect of sending a surge of tingling
excitement throughout his system, and Morgan felt his young cock
pulsing with hardness. If he could manage to get under his
beautiful sister-in-law's skin without hardly trying, just what
might happen if he really put his mind to it?
* * *
Entry number 235, Log 3, Notes on Project X: - June 5 - Uncle
Morgan has been here two weeks now. Plans to reach fruition
tonight when Mom and Dad go out. From all tests, I feel certain
Uncle Morgan will turn out to be a perfect subject!
Jeanie completed her daily entry, in the little black
notebook and closed it thoughtfully, placing the book on the
secret shelf she had created beneath her desk. Then she ran to
the mirror where she once more ascertained that she was getting
lovelier and lovelier by the day. She was very pleased with the
progress her small budding breasts were making, and hardly a
moment went by that she wasn't aware of their tender tips brushing
against the fabric of her T-shirt. Hurriedly, she pulled down the
faded jeans that she usually wore, revealing to her own reflection
the sight of her almost bare, faintly hair-fringed pussy.
Her fingers went tentatively down to touch the baby mound of
feminine flesh. "Oh, hurry up, will you!" she urged impatiently,
longing for the day when this tight untried little cunt would be
covered with silken gold hair like her mother's.
Just that very morning, Jeanie had surprised her mother in
the shower precisely so that she could see and compare her
mother's sleek nakedness to her own. The comparison had depressed
her considerably, but it had only served to increase her
determination. She would go on with the experiment. More than
likely, once something had actually happened to her she would
begin to develop more quickly! The thought was encouraging, and
when the bright ten year old learned that her parents were
planning to attend a party that very evening and that her twenty
year old Uncle Morgan was planning on staying at home, she decided
that she could wait no longer.
It was almost 8:30 now, and Jeanie knew that her parents
would be leaving fairly soon for the party. The rest was up to
her! She shimmied into a short mini-skirt that she felt showed
off the precocious curves of her slender thighs and calves, and
then elected not to wear panties. After all, she'd just have to
take them off again!
She was sure that Uncle Morgan was interested ... at least a
little bit ... and she thought about this as she brushed her
blonde hair and put on the subtle make-up that she had decided
would make her more attractive to the young man.
He had responded quite well the other day when she'd been
bouncing up and down on his lap, for example. He'd tried to stop
her, but she'd playfully insisted on continuing, especially when
she began to feel the stiff hardness beginning to form within the
split of her young buttocks as she wriggled and squealed on his
lap ... exactly as though she were a normal silly ten year old.
As it got harder and harder, she'd noticed that Morgan's
efforts to stop her became more and more feeble. She could see
his face turning beet red, and then when she'd put her hand down
on the thick hard bulge in his pants and asked, "What's this?",
he'd almost had a fit. It had been very amusing, especially when
he'd pushed her off onto the floor and told her it was nothing
that she would be interested in!
He was wrong. She was very interested in that hardness
between her uncle's legs ... particularly in the fact that she
could create it, make it hard when it had been soft before.
She knew all about the theory, of course. She'd read many
books on the subject, and the workings of the erectile tissue in a
man's penis were scarcely a mystery to her. And yet, the actual
physical contact was far more exciting than she had anticipated.
Jeanie's deep blue eyes sparkled as she promised herself that
when she returned to her room later that evening, she would have
achieved at least part of her plan. She would no longer be
untouched down there between her soft little legs. Her soft-
lipped baby cunt was going to get some of the experience it
craved, or her name wasn't Jeanie Cooper!
* * *
Morgan lounged disconsolately in the living room. The party
he'd been planning to attend that evening had been called off, and
he was particularly annoyed since it meant that he'd have to wait
that much longer before he could alleviate the building desire
that had been growing stronger and stronger within him. Now that
he found he could not initiate any of the "group" parties of which
he was so fond, Morgan found that he was somewhat excluded from
being invited to any. Not one to get involved with any special
girl, he hadn't bothered cultivating what he could call a girl
friend, and all things said, he had been two weeks now without any
outlet for his sexual tensions.
And Morgan had found these tensions to be considerable, since
for some reason he couldn't even explain adequately to himself he
couldn't stop fantasizing about his sister-in-law since the moment
he'd walked into the house.
Fran had grown colder and colder to him, and he found it
impossible to refrain from teasing her and making her upset with
him in any way he could manage. It had become a great source of
pleasure to him to see her blush and turn away from him, or to
hear her terse voice struggling to be polite with him when he knew
she longed to slap his face. In addition, it was stimulating to
Morgan to be establishing a secret kind of relationship with his
brother's wife. His brother, Brint, he considered to have become
even more pompous than usual. The big time executive! He was
always lording it over his younger brother, implying that Morgan
would never amount to much, certainly would never rise to become
the assistant manager of a big department store like Brint was!
Big deal! Morgan felt his brother deserved any problems that he
could create for him ... certainly he didn't deserve a gorgeous
creature like Fran for a wife!
Now he heard a clatter on the stairs, and turned to see his
brother coming down dressed to the teeth, followed by Fran who
looked angelic in a white silk dress that barely touched her
exquisitely shaped knees.
Jesus ... would I like to get into that little blonde pussy
of hers! he thought, feeling his thickening cock throbbing in
agreement. Fran steadfastly looked the other way as she came into
the living room.
She hardly ever looked at her brother-in-law directly
anymore. All she wanted to do was to get out of the house without
having to have any confrontation with him at all.
"Well, don't you guys look snazzy!" Morgan said. "Wish I
were going too!"
"Sorry ... this is invitation only, Mo," Brint's voice
sounded smug and self-satisfied, and once more Morgan felt a surge
of loathing for his brother.
"Oh, that's okay, Brint. You know I wouldn't want to shock
your friends by going, anyway. After all, what am I? ... just a
lowly ex-airline employee ..."
Brint started to say something, but decided against it.
"Well, we'd better get going. Come on, Fran ... ready?"
Fran was already on her way out the door, and Brint followed.
>From the top of the stairs a small voice called out to them, "Bye,
Mommie and Daddy ... Have a good time!"
"You bet, chicken!" Brint didn't even bother to look in the
direction of the stairs, but Fran did. As she threw her daughter
a kiss, she noticed that the little girl seemed to be all dressed
up, rather than ready for bed. But the door was closing behind
them, and she was already looking forward to the party, a coveted
invitation from the Sandwells who lived far out on the tip of Long
Island. She knew she looked beautiful that night, and welcomed
the opportunity to get away from the house and her insidious
brother-in-law. This was the kind of life she ought to be
leading, she decided as Brint helped her into the car, and feeling
sleek and satiny, surrounded by the lush scent of her own perfume,
she sank back in the passenger seat of the Buick and waited to be
whisked to the party.
It never occurred to the stunning young housewife to wonder
just why her ten year old daughter was dolled up like a seventeen
year old. She had more important things to think about at the
moment.
* * *
"Hi ..." Jeanie entered swaying her small but already
curvaceous hips and stood defiantly between her twenty year old
uncle and the television set. "Is that all you ever do ... watch
the boob tube?" she asked, tossing her long blonde hair
seductively.
"Sometimes ..." Morgan answered surlily. He was still
smarting over his brother's remark about the party being
invitational. "Anyway, what's it to you?" He wished the little
brat would leave him alone. As it was, he'd already noticed that
she seemed to want to hang around him, pestering him with silly
questions, seemingly unaware of the fact that he didn't want to be
bothered.
"I'm worried about your mind, Morgan!" Jeanie declared,
refusing to budge. "And your body too," she added pointedly.
"Screwy kid!" Morgan said. But he was remembering how she'd
sat in his lap that day ... the afternoon when they'd been all
alone in the house, and he as usual had been thinking about her
mother, Fran. The little girl had wriggled and wriggled and he'd
felt himself growing more and more excited, imagining somehow that
it was Fran doing this to him, rubbing up against his cock,
wanting to make it good and hard so that he could fuck her with
it! But the reality of the fact was that it was only Jeanie,
little ten year old Jeanie who hardly had any tits, so finally
he'd stopped her. But Christ, he'd almost shot his entire load
right then and there!
Just thinking about it now was making him hornier than hell,
and as he glared at Jeanie who still stood between him and "Let's
Make a Deal" on the screen, he had a glimmer of an idea. It was a
terrible idea, he knew ... a really low idea ... and yet he
couldn't put it out of his mind.
Jeanie began to do a little jiggling dance there before him,
and he couldn't help noticing that her little breasts were
bouncing beneath the soft clinging blouse she wore, and that her
legs were thin but perfectly formed, as though she were already a
tiny woman. Jeanie hummed a tune to herself, and let her tiny
pink tongue tip protrude from her parted lips.
"What do you mean, you're worried about my body?" he asked
her, becoming interested in playing her game, or at least in
finding out just what it was for the first time.
"Well," Jeanie replied thoughtfully, "all you do is sit
around. I mean, I never see you doing anything else ... and
bodies were meant to be used. Do you always lead this kind of
life? I mean, don't you ever go out with girls or anything?"
"Sure I go out with girls," Morgan replied. Jeanie was
twirling now before him, somehow closer than before. If he wanted
to he could reach out and touch her. The end of her skirt flipped
up and as she pivoted neatly in front of him, he saw that the
tender, almost hairless little pussy that nestled between her
young thighs was completely naked and uncovered.
He could feel his adrenaline pumping, and a light film of
sweat broke out upon his brow. "What do you do with them?" Jeanie
asked, moving closer still.
Shit! Morgan thought, she's asking for it!
"Lots of things ..." Morgan answered, his eyes taking in the
whole appealing shape of his little niece. She was cute all
right, there was no doubt about that ... and the thought that her
mother Fran had probably looked just like this once added to the
young man's excitement. What would it be like to feel that little
pussy slipping over his finger? He bet that Jeanie would like it
... that she would like it a lot!
"Tell me ...!" Jeanie implored, forming her gloss-covered
pink lips into a pout and standing, hands on hips, an inch from
her uncle. She could tell that her performance was having the
desired effect just from the look on Morgan's face, and as she
glanced down to his lap, she could see the telltale bulge in his
pants. It was working ... so far it was working very well!
"Uhhhh ..." Morgan hesitated.
"Show me!" Jeanie added boldly.
She's asked me ... she's forcing me into it! Morgan told
himself, as the last shreds of his hesitancy melted away. She was
only ten years old, for Chrissakes, and his own niece ... but he
couldn't stop himself!
"Come over to the couch and I'll show you," he said, his
voice low with emotion.
"Oh, will you, Uncle Morgan?" Jeanie cried, her voice shrill
with excitement and a false little-girl tone.
Morgan didn't answer. There was a lump in his throat as he
stood up. Jeanie ran before him and sat upon the couch, her small
pale legs spread so that he could see directly between them, up
under her skirt, the glistening jewel of her baby cunt that seemed
to beckon him on.
He was going to do it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to
stop himself now. She wanted it too bad ... and so, for that
matter, did he!
The young uncle could feel his thick cock throbbing hotly in
his pants as he moved toward her. It ached unmercifully, and he
thought about what he could do. He didn't think he could get it
inside her ... no, not yet ... he couldn't do that ... but, by
God, he'd think of something!
Jeanie reclined on the sofa, waiting, her eyes bright with
emotion as she saw her Uncle Morgan coming toward her. She could
feel undeniable thrills of desire coursing through her youthful
loins as he bent over her. The emotion she was feeling was being
carefully analyzed by her mind, and she felt a gnawing hunger
inside her for the fruition of her plans. She lay with her head
back on the sofa, right there in her own family living room, her
eyes closing in mute submission to her uncle's presence near her.
Her ears seemed to be burning and every part of her being was
filled with anticipation. To her overwhelming joy, she felt her
slender legs being slowly spread apart, and her breath came in
jagged rushes as the soft exposed center of her down-covered pussy
pulsed excitedly.
OH GOD, WOULD HE NEVER TOUCH HER THERE? And then the ten
year old felt her uncle's thumbs pressing hard on her tender white
thighs, pulling her forward toward him.
Unexplainably, Morgan found the little girl's fully presented
naked hips and thighs far more beautiful than any grown woman he'd
ever seen. She had a grace about her, an inner passivity that
excited him beyond measure. This was going to be the most
exciting thing he'd ever done ... and he'd done a lot of things!
His face approached the pale naked mound of child's flesh, the
secret untouched "vee" of his little niece's waiting pussy.
Eagerly, he flicked out his tongue, parting the thinly curling
traces of pubic hair and penetrating the already softly pulsating
little slit of the ten year old's naked cunt.
"Aaaaaaa!" Jeanie cried, jerking a little at the unexpected
wetness of the hotly searing contact. Morgan held the little girl
firm and wormed his tongue slowly inward, making a sharp little
spear with the tip of it. It was soft and yet hard against her
delicate cuntal flesh and the seeping secret warmth of her
excitedly aroused pussy surrounded his protruding tongue.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned, "Ooooooooh, Uncle Morgan!"
The rash young uncle savored the little girl's sexual flavor,
rolling his tongue about in the moist confines of the narrow
pulsing lips of her widely offered young pussy. She tasted damn
good! He could feel her whole body jerking and quivering with
each teasing stroke of his tongue up between her open thighs as he
breathed deeply into the widespread area of the ten year old's
openly exposed cunt, letting the flat of his tongue brush again
and again over the rising hardness of her tiny pulsating clitoris.
"Let me kiss it!" he muttered into her openly presented
pussy. "Let me kiss your little cunt good!"
Jeanie moaned her assent. She had never in her young life
felt anything so wonderful, so far beyond her wildest imaginings
about what her first real encounter would be like!
The soft trembling folds and crevices of the blonde little
girl's virgin pussy responded willingly to her uncle's expert
tonguing, and the young man could feel her getting wetter and
wetter as she became more and more aroused. Two small hands
reached down and tangled in Morgan's dark shaggy hair, tugging and
pulling as the anguish of her desire mounted moment by moment.
Morgan mouthed the moist area of her now hungrily straining pussy,
noisily forming a gentle sucking action by pursing his lips,
creating lewd wet sounds, licking hungrily at the morsel of her
baby pussy, enjoying his sensual task as he waited for her to
reach completion for the very first time.
Morgan could feel his thickly swollen cock tensed and hard,
wishing for a turn at this delightfully fresh young pussy, wishing
to crawl up between those little legs and enter the secret tiny
vagina that had never known a man's thick hard cock before. Her
excitedly straining thighs were widespread on either side of his
kneeling body as she reclined upon the family sofa and let
Morgan's hands move upward along her slender form to feel the
small heated mounds of her new young breasts. His still hotly
probing tongue worked steadily at the moist interior of his
niece's virgin cunt, worming upward into the tight opening of her
vaginal slit, moving and slipping back and forth with maddening
persistence over the desire-swollen bud of the little girl's
clitoris.
The sign he had been waiting for came when suddenly Jeanie
shuddered, her ravaged young pussy unable to bear a second longer
of her uncle's sensually unrelenting attack. The little girl's
eyes opened briefly to take in the picture of her uncle's dark
wavy hair moving lewdly back and forth down between her spread
thighs. Then with a low groan from deep in her chest, she began
to screw her inexperienced loins with outright wantonness upward
toward Uncle Morgan's face, pushing steadily as though she were
trying to draw his entire tongue all the way up inside her hotly
flooded little cunt.
"MmmmmnnnnnNNNoooonnnnoooo!" she moaned over and over, little
goose-pimples forming on the smooth surfaces of her skin, beads of
perspiration starting out on her forehead. This was more than she
had bargained for ... much more ... it felt as though she were
going to die, as though she could never survive the pleasure that
she was receiving. Sobbing and trembling, completely out of
control, little Jeanie was caught in the midst of a wild stormy
tempest. Her straining white thighs jerked upward as with a low
groan of total surrender she locked them up over her uncle's
shoulders, pulling his head and his hungrily nibbling mouth and
tongue still closer to the exciting turmoil seething deep inside
her wetly climaxing young pussy.
All thought was erased from her naturally analytical mind.
She was his, utterly and totally his! Her uncle's mouth was
attached to the most important part of her very being, her
recently discovered womanhood. They were performing a sacred,
age-old ritual that was bringing her closer and closer to her
goals! The little girl's shamelessly aroused body thrashed
crazily as her hips ground voraciously upward, her throbbing young
vaginal slit presenting all its softness and every fold and heated
crevice to the unmerciful licking and sucking of her uncle's
wildly swirling tongue.
"OOOOAAAAAAAH!" Each delicate ridge of Jeanie's nakedly
exposed pussy was melting into Morgan's mouth, the wetness and the
warmth of his lips combining to set her whole ten year old world
spinning ... dazzling her with a fireworks display of tumultuous
cumming.
A thoroughly unfamiliar rapture was building and building
deep within the little girl's loins! "Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOHHHHHH!"
she sighed.
Morgan ground his mouth hungrily and tightly down onto his
niece's hotly seeping baby cunt, feeling the soft flesh of her
open pussy against his lips. He let her vent off her young lust
against him, feeling it strike her in wave after wave of
overwhelming orgasm.
"OOOOHHHHHHH UNCLE MORGANNNNNNN! YESSSSSS! YESSSSSS! OH
THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" she keened, her voice trailing off into a
babble of unintelligible words and half words.
Morgan received the precious juices of the little girl's
first orgasm, waiting until the fire finally subsided within her
and her young limbs quivered and twitched against him with the
potent memory of her introduction to sexual life. And then,
longing to feel his cock sinking deep in where his tongue had
been, he rose up before her and placed its hot aching tip against
the hot entrance to her pussy. It was much too big. Morgan knew
that no matter how badly he wanted to, he would never fit inside.
"Not now, anyway," he muttered. "Not yet!"
And then he placed his middle finger there, letting it push
and worm its way slowly up between Jeanie's slender legs like a
scalding hot poker, moving up into her tight but unresisting
cuntal sheath, boring right up into her virginity ... its thick
digital mass forcing her young slippery pussy wider and wider.
"Aaaarrrggggg! YES! OH!" she cried, and then words were
lost as the tightly clinging interior depths of her tautly
stretched virgin pussy were thoroughly penetrated by her uncle's
extended middle finger.
"You like it?" he asked lewdly, lifting himself up a little
and moving up between her nakedly wide-held thighs. He pushed
with his finger all the way to the very tip end of her still
highly aroused young cunt, enjoying his niece's excruciating moans
of pleasure and lapsing into a relentless rhythm of finger-fucking
that made Jeanie hope it would never end.
"This will loosen you up ..." she heard him panting over her,
and then her mind whirled unbelievably and she was suddenly
cumming again, cumming against her uncle's penetrating finger, her
second orgasm exploding wildly around its hotly driving mass.
"OH NEVER!" she cried, the words sputtering forth from her
lips, "OH GOD NEVER BEFORE! NEVER BEFORE!"
Continued...
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