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RENE
I was invited to my Uncle Frank's house for a big party a few
years ago,
and I went, licking my chops like a hungry pup, knowing that Frank and
Elaine's
parties were always filled with great food and great drinks, served in their
drop dead gorgeous house. And of course there was my cousin Rene'.
The last time I had been in Frank's house was six months before.
Rene'
had been just twelve. Technically I was baby sitting, but there was not
really
a need. We had spent that day in the swimming pool, and Rene' had swum
around
me like a seal, looking delicious the whole time. She was beginning to
blossom. Her titties were still only slight rises in her blue swim suit and
her hips were slim as a boy's, but she was already promising to be a
beauty.
Her long legs and strawberry blond hair were going to see to that.
We kept teasing and playing in the water, she trying to dunk me and me
trying to dunk her-playing a sort of abbreviated game of Marco Polo.
All of it
had given me half an erection, which I tried to hide. In the game,
which was
all chasing and grabbing she bumped against me a lot and I am sure she
knew how
hard I was. I think she was both delighted and shy about having that
kind of
effect on a grown man.
Later in the afternoon she said, "I'm getting cold. I think I'll go
change."
"I'm going to swim a few laps and then get out myself I think." I
said.
She swam like an otter across the pool, then levered herself out with a
kick and push. When her feet were on the deck she straightened up. Her
bathing suit had ridden up and given her a deeper than usual girl
wedgy. The
blue material of the swim suit pulled up so that it was like she was
wearing a
thong suit. Her smooth muscled legs and the swell of her exposed bottom
were
almost enough to make me pop right there in the pool. She stopped,
back still
too me and, unthinking, bowed her legs, hunched her rear back, and ran her
fingers under the legs of her suit to pull the bunched cloth from
between her
ass cheeks. With her ass back and her legs spread, when she pulled the leg
holes open to adjust them the swell of her pussy was clear. Then it was
covered again. She straightened and sauntered toward the dressing room with
hips swaying and long damp strawberry blond hair swinging.
She had no more that gotten in the women's side door of the red
wood pool
house dressing building when I gave up the idea of swiming laps. I flew
out of
the pool and went in the door with the little man painted on it. I knew the
partition between the dressing rooms was thin and I thought I remembered
that
the screw the mirror on the men's side hung on was a big one that might
go all
the way through.
The mirror was there, hanging on a huge screw which was screwed
into the
wall with the women's dressing room on the other side. I hurried to
take the
mirror down and unscrew the screw. I put my eye to the hole and sure enough
there was Rene' sitting on the wide bench across the small room. She
was still
in her swim suit, but had wrapped a big towel around herself and was
drying.
After a moment she let the towel drop away from her strong, but still
childishly thin body. She slipped her shoulder straps off and let the
top of
her bathing suit drop to her waist showing her naked chest. She was all
arms
and legs but the eventual woman shape of her was almost visible. Her
titties
were only pancake swellings, but her nipples were already developing. The
aerolas were shell pink and rounded and sat like confections upon her
chest.
The nipples themselves were erect with cold. She dried them with the towel
then ran her fingers round and round them, stopping ever couple of
circuits to
pinch and flick the nipples. They seemed to swell and smooth themselves
under
her carressing fingers.
After a little she stopped petting her breasts and pulled her
bathing suit
down farther. She wriggled her slender bottom to slide it off her almost
nonexistant hips and let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it.
Her back
was too me and I could see the shapely muscles beneath the silken girl
flesh of
her back and the sweet dimples at top of her bottom cheeks. Her back
was sun
browned, but her bottom was creamy white. She bent, legs slightly
parted, to
pick up the swim suit and I got a flash of her pussy from behind, and
then she
straightened and it was gone. She lifted her wet suit to hang it on a hook
above her head, back still to me, and the muscles of her legs and back moved
deliciously.
In a moment she bent again to pick up the towel from where it had
fallen
onto the bench and, for a moment I thought she was not going to show me
anything more, but then she turned and stood, legs akimbo, arms down at her
sides, holding the towel in one hand.
Her slightly swollen mons had a few wispy hairs on it that were
darker than
the strawberry blond hair of her head and did not cover the fold of her
pussy
at all. Her virginal womanness was like an old fashioned purse closed tight
against thieves. The lips were fleshy and pinkish white. They had not been
touched by the sun, but I could see tan lines just above the swell of
her mons.
She had been sunning in a bikini. She dried her hair, and her lifted arms
made her almost - not - there titties lift up. She turned and put one
foot up
on the wide bench she had been sitting on and dragged the towel between her
spread legs. Clearly she was doing more than simply drying herself for
it took
much too long. She was dragging the rough towel across her clitty.
After a little while of masturbating with the towel she turned
and sat
on the bench again. It was wide and she pulled her knees up and
placed her
heels on the edge of the bench opening her legs wide. She was as limber
as a
willow twig to be able to do that, but I didn't think about that at the
time.
All I could think about was the way her outer pussy lips were swelled
open, and
how the inner lips were red and engorged from being rubbed with the
towel. Her
clit was hard and stuck out like a tiny penis. There was a glint of
wetness at
the bottom of the opened inner lips where it leaked from beneath the silvery
seal of her hymen.
I already had a raging hard on but seeing her there, legs spread, love
honey leaking from her pussy made me pull my wet swim trunks down to let my
imprisoned dick stand to it's full length and angle. I stroked once up
it and
found that drops of pre-cum were already making the head slick.
Rene' began to slowly stroke her finger up and down and round and round
her pussy going up the right side outer lip and down the left side.
After two
or three strokes she stopped at the bottom and dipped the tip of her finger
into the growing puddle of girl honey she found there, then rubbed her
lubricated finger over her ass hole which was like a tight cinnamon colored
flower between the white globes of her bottom.
While her right hand continued stroking her pussy her left hand
rolled and
pinched her nipples until they crinkled and grew yet more pointed. Even
through the wall I could hear her breath growing shorter and shorter as her
excitement grew. The sight and sound were like carresses to my
throbbing cock.
Pre-cum globules were forming and dropping away leaving shiny threads like
spider silk.
Rene stopped stroking and moved her finger to her clitoris,
flicking the
little knob with her fingernail. She began flicking the swollen pink jewel
back and forth and her face, which had been fixed in a sort of impish grin,
took on a more concentrated look. Her lips were just parted and the tip
of her
tongue was showing in the corner of her mouth. I could hear her breaths
growing shorter as she came closer to orgasm. Love honey oozed slowly
from the
bottom of her pussy and between her ass cheeks to coat her cinnamon
flower ass
hole.
The first spasms of her orgasm begin. It was a tightening in the
cords of
muscle between her legs and in her lower belly beneath her forearm. And
then
she was humping her hips in total abandon and moaning in rhythm to that
hunching. The muscles of her ass were clenched and her legs were flung
so wide
open that the cords at the insides of her thighs stood out like cables.
And then the thing which brought me to the point of eruption happened.
In the
midst of one of the orgstic spasms, a golden arc of sweet girl pee squirted
out of her lovely pussy. It squirted up in a golden bow that broke into
nugget
droplets as it fell with a tiny pittering sound onto the floor of the
dressing
room.
Six months later, at the party, she was thirteen and even more
beautiful.
Taller with longer legs and a chisled face that could break your heart
with a
smile. She had greeted me at the door with that heart breaking smile.
She was
dressed in a mint green mini-dress that showed off her still childish, but
developing curves. Standing behind her with the rest of the party crowd
to have
our pictures taken I could not stop myself from reaching forward to gently
carress her bottom. My fingers slid into the crack of her bum a little way,
but were stopped by her panties. I gave a squeeze and felt the muscle
tighten
in return. Then she glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled.
I hoped things would go farther, but, though I tried to stay close
to her,
Rene was like a deer skipping through the forest away from the
hunter-me. At
last I gave it up. The party had turned out to be pretty dull except
for the
chase and the food. So I simply grabbed a couple of sandwiches and a
beer and
went into the empty den. I turned on the TV, ate my sandwiches, drank
my beer,
and then stretched out on the carpet to watch the Worlds Series.
Around the fourth inning someone came into the den. I didn't really
notice who, but then an atom or two of fragrance tickled my nose. It was
Rene's perfume. I looked around and sure enough there she stood behind me,
looking at the TV.
"Who's winning?" she asked.
From my angle on the floor, I could see her delicious legs far up her
skirt and I thought, I'm winning that's who, but I said, "Dodgers."
"Ah," she said. "My team." Then she kicked off her mid-heel
shoes and
plopped down on the rug-and crossed her legs like Buddah, giving me a
glimpse
of heaven. The mini skirt rode up her thighs and I was looking dead at her
pussy, my gaze stopped only by a lacy pair of creamy ivory colored panties
which stretched across her mons. Her legs were spread so far open that the
cords at her crotch stood out.
I looked from heaven back to the ball game and inside my head I said,
"Yeah right," and looked back at Rene's pussy.
She was not wearing stockings and I thought that odd since I seemed to
remember she had been before, but I could have been wrong. What she was
wearing was the most luscious expanses of velvety girl flesh I had ever
seen.
And that girl flesh cried out to be kissed.
Well, she didn't scream when I felt her bum, I thought. Maybe she
won't
now, and I scooted up close enough to plant a kiss just a few inches
above her
knee, up the inside of her right thigh.
She tensed, but did not move. The inside of her thigh was as soft and
plush as it looked, and there was a taste of salty perspiration mixed with a
perfume that never could be bottled. The smell of warm woman flesh.
I moved up an inch more and touched her flesh with my tongue before I
kissed it. Again she tensed but she didn't cry out or move.
"You are delicious Rene," I said, looking up into her eyes.
Her lips, red and shinning though she wore no lipstick, were a
little open
in what might have been a tiny moan, but she did not make a sound. Nor
did she
move except for a slight quiver in the muscles of her thighs.
I pushed her dress higher with my nose then kissed her thigh
again. I was
close enough now to smell the ocean smell of the increasing wetness of her
pussy. It mixed with the odor of perfume and the bitter salty smell of
pee and
it made my cock throb. This close to her ivory panties I could see that
they
were wet. One tiny ringlet of her pubic hair had escaped past the
elastic leg
hole. It was redder than the hair of her head and thicker than six months
before.
Pushing her dress all the way up I put my mouth against the wet
crotch of
her panties and kissed her pussy through the nylon. She shivered and
brought
her hand up to comb her fingers through my hair. "More," she said, and
pulled
at the back of my head to bring my mouth back to her panty veiled vulva "Do
that more."
I scooted up closer and pushed her down onto the carpet. Her
knees were up
and open and I could see that her panty crotch was wet far up the back,
but I
did not go right for that delicious target. Instead I began kissing the
insides
of her thighs. A kiss then a tiny love bite, and move an inch up to do it
again before turning to do the same to her other thigh. With each kiss her
breath grew shorter. The sound of it made my breath grow shorter. "I have
wanted to kiss you here. . ." I said and kissed her pussy, "Since you were
ten."
"And I wanted you too kiss me there since I first learned how to
play with
myself," she panted.
That stopped me for a moment. I lifted my head enough to look
into her eyes.
Her face had the distracted look of a woman intent on the sensations of the
flesh. " I think of you kissing me there and about you watching me
through the
hole in the wall of the pool dressing room," she said.
"You knew?"
For answer she humped her pussy against my chin and said,
"Please more."
I moved back down and gently bit her through her wet panties,
before hooking a
finger inside the leg and pulling the panties out of the way.
I ran my tongue from her puckery little asshole all the way up
to the top of
her pubic triangle then I sat up.
"No," she whimpered. "More. I want more."
"Someone could come in here anytime and it wouldn't do for them
to catch me
with my head between your legs. We have to find some place more private."
"The pool house!"
"Pretty chilly out there."
Rene grinned wickedly. "I turned the heat on before I came in
here."
We went by separate routes and met in the women's dressing room
of the pool
house. Rene skinned her panties out from beneath her mini-skirt and flipped
them into my face when I came in the door. The delicious aroma of the
crotch
restored the small retreat my erection had made in transit. I was again
rock
hard and straining to be free of my binding clothes.
"I want to see your cock standing up," she said. "Take your
pants off
while I go pee."
"No wait Rene. Please, I want you to do something for me." I
said as I
dropped my pants and drawers to the floor and skinned out of my shirt.
"I have to pee!" she said, squeezing her knees together and
trying not to do a
pee pee dance like a little girl.
"I want to watch. I want you to pee on me and let me watch."
Her eyes opened wide and then she giggled with the little girl
wickedness of
the idea. She nodded. "OK, but we have to hurry. I have to go bad."
"The shower. We'll do it there."
The shower was large, built with two shower heads, but still small for me to
lay down; nevertheless I crunched down onto the floor on my back and Rene
stepped across my chest. She still had on her skirt and blouse and she
lifted
the skirt up as she squatted. Her red fringed pussy, the creamy outer
lips wide
and the coral color inner lips, still sealed by her unbroken hymen, but
swollen
with desire, was only a foot from my face. I could see the little pee hole
open just below her clit. Her need was so great that she had hardly settled
when the golden stream hissed from her thirteen year old virgin pussy and
splashed against my neck. She humped her hips forward a little which
brought
the stream up and onto my lips. I opened my mouth and almost came when her
deliciously salty bitter piss touched my tongue. I let my mouth fill until
girl pee ran out the corners and down my chin. When the stream stopped
Rene
giggled, and squeezed out a couple more little squirts.
I closed my mouth, which was still full of pee, and squirted it back at her,
drenching her still open pussy. She gasped and then giggled again. My cock
was pulsing and almost ready to erupt as I watched her pee soaked pubic hair
drip onto my chest. After a moment I reached down to touch myself and
bring an
end to the agony, but Rene said "No. Don't. I want to do it. I want to
see."
"OK," I gasped. "OK, but hurry! Please!"
She stood, stepped across me, turned and stepped back across, her creamy
smooth
ass now above my face. She knelt down and put her pussy close to my mouth.
"Now lick it," she said.
"Oh Rene, Please! I need. . ."
"I said lick my pussy!" She commanded and I did as I was told.
The taste was a mix of salty sweet girl honey and bitter girl piss, and the
aroma, like jungle mud and crushed rose petals, was delicious agony to my
throbbing cock. I licked avidly, up and down and then ran the point of my
tongue around her swollen clit. Rene' grunted everytime my tongue
flicked her
clit and I thought I would have to finish myself, but when I reached
down once
more she knocked my hand away and began running her tongue around the
head of
my cock.
"Oh God Yes!" I moaned.
"Keep licking me more!" she commanded and I did until after a few
seconds she
took the whole head of my cock and part of the shaft into her mouth and
began
an inexpert, but wonderful up and down movement of her head.
"Oh God! I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonnacumI'mgonna cummmm!" The clenching
paroxyms of orgasm began.
Rene did not hesitate to keep up her movements even after the first
thick spurt
of cum pumped into her mouth. She gagged a little as she swallowed, but
kept
sucking as more orgastic spasms wracked my body shooting forth so much semen
that it leaked out the sides of her mouth to drip in strings back onto
my body.
When I was able, I returned to licking her little girl pussy with all my
might
and after only a moment she began an uncontrolled moaning and humping
back so
as to allow me to lick all of her. An instant later she began cumming.
When
the first spasm drove through her I felt her body clench and quiver
uncontrollably, and then the most wonderful thing happened! Girl cum burst
from her as from a faucet, squirting like pee, but not pee. Sweet as sugar
water, it poured into my mouth and down my face and neck. Her pleasure
racked
body arched back, humping my mouth as an animal moaning forced it's way from
deep in her throat. She lifted her ass in answer to the prehistoric
nature of
humans, and the syrupy woman cum flowed from her.
When the last paroxym finished she fainted, collapsing on me. She was so
light I could have lifted her, but instead I lay rubbing my cheeks on the
insides of her thighs, kissing her pussy, and smelling the rich,
unforgetable
aroma of girl cum, and pee.
Ten years later, I sat in a chapel watching as Rene' in a fairy princess
white
gown, married a man not nearly good enough for her. My memories had
given me
an erection that was very hard to hide and a heart ache that was equally
so.
When the business at the front was finished and bride and groom came
down the
aisle Rene' was all aglow with happiness, but when they passed me her smile
grew wicked, like the little girl I had once known, and she winked.
THE END