Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Jennifer and Amber: Midnight Glory  
Keywords: M/f, nymphet
Summary: Uncle Grouchy awakens with his darling Jennifer at his side.

Old men often have trouble sleeping through the night. Perhaps it is our long memories replaying. Perhaps it is boredom; so little to keep us busy during the day that we need less sleep. I’m one of the legion who find ourselves reading at two in the morning, or trolling the web or sometimes just lying on our backs staring at the ceiling.
Other nights we sleep the sleep of the just, especially if it’s been a rare busy day. I had two of my grandchildren over one Saturday night. As you’d expect, we had a rambunctious afternoon and evening. We were at the park for an hour or two, we made pizza ourselves and washed up, we played a few games and watched a couple of Disney movies. It was as wholesome a day as one could ask for. I was quite worn out when I finally tucked a five-year-old boy in next to his seven-year-old sister and got to my own bed.
I thought I was dreaming when I found I was naked. We all have naked dreams. I also thought I was dreaming when I felt warm, bare flesh pressed to me and I felt a light head and soft hair on my shoulder. It seemed a good dream, so I let my arm fall around the warm, soft figure beside me. My hand rested on her round and bouncy bare bottom. Then I smelled Jennifer’s flower scent and I knew she was with me.
This surprised me. Jennifer and Amber only come when I’m alone in the house. Of course I was alone in my room. The children had a room for their use down the hall with low beds and lots of toys. 
Jennifer’s head stirred and she looked at me from sleepy eyes. “Uncle Grouchy,” she said. “It’s about time you woke up for me. I fell asleep waiting for you.”
“Shh,” I said. “Jackie and Bobby are up the hall.”
“I know that,” she giggled. “They’re such little dolls. They sure ran you around.”
“They always do,” I said.
“They’ll just sleep,” Jennifer said. “Even if we’re very loud. Only good things happen when I’m with you. Your darlings will never know I was here.” She pressed herself against me and I quit worrying.
I had learned long ago that one of the greatest pleasures in life is to fall asleep naked with the one you love and to wake up with your naked bodies pressed together. I have to admit that this pleasure was greater when my beloved and I were younger, although it had kept its charm until my darling’s final illness. Now I was enjoying this thrill again with Jennifer’s nakedness warm against mine. I wondered how I had become naked myself.
Jennifer pushed the covers down toward the foot of her bed, below her thighs. The soft light in the room showed her bright eyes, her laughing smile and a glimpse of her pink nipples. She put her small arms around me and kissed me. This action brought her whole body more firmly against mine, her small breasts pushing into my chest. She slid her soft leg across my thighs and rolled her body onto mine. Her hair floated down her face and fell on my chest and my face, a silken curtain of perfume. Jennifer’s lips softly took control of mine. For all that she seems to be fourteen, she is a passionate lover. Her tongue pushed gently and eagerly into my mouth and she wrestled my own tongue into submission. All the time, I could feel every inch of her warm and soft nakedness along my own bare body. It was so much more than just feeling Jennifer’s breasts or her nipples or her bare vagina against me. It was more than her bare bottom bouncy in my hands. It was the whole of her, the whole delight of naked against naked. It felt so free, so primeval, so sex all willy-nilly.
Of course I now had an erection that would make a statue feel inferior. And I mean a Roman statue from the back rooms in Pompeii, the ones we had to bribe the guide to show us. Jennifer’s light, lithe body pressed gently down, holding my hard-on between her lower belly and my own. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure from the head of my penis through my groin and out along my whole body. Jennifer also seemed to enjoy our contact, laying her cheek on my chest and tickling me under my arms.
This of course required retaliation. Normally she’d have gotten a spanking for tickling or pulling hair, and I told her so. “But we’re so happy like this,” she said. “You can remember I need a spanking next time I come.” 
“I’ll remember,” I said, patting her bare bottom now to let her know what would come next time. She has the most spankable bottom I know, except perhaps for her best-friend-forever Amber. That’s a difficult comparison, even after all the times I’ve spanked both of them.
Spanking would be for another occasion. I had my hands full of Jennifer’s smooth skin, stroking up and down her back and bottom, onto her thighs. After a delightful time this way, Jennifer scooted up my belly to put her perky nipples near my mouth. I kissed them, since that was obviously my job, and caressed them with my fingers. I took each nipple between my teeth gently. I tugged each one softly to feel her excitement and hear her whimper her pleasure.
I ran my hands down Jennifer’s sides and back again, down to her bottom, and she spread her bare thighs across my belly. That was my invitation. I caressed her bottom with both hands and I found her vagina with my fingertips. Her vagina lips were puffy, damp and sweet to my touch. My gentle touches and caresses brought giggles to my nymphet’s lips. She wiggled herself against me with every touch. “Uncle Grouchy,” she said. “You’re leaking. I can feel it.” A few drops of semen had leaked from my glans.
Keeping her body pushed delightfully into mine, Jennifer slid onto her side next to me. She took my hard-on in her soft, tiny hand and played with it. “I like this,” she said. She even touched her finger to the semen on my penis and then touched it to her tongue.
I was just enjoying the touch and the sight of my nymphet’s body. She has a tiny spray of red hair on her mons, a decoration that leaves her vagina very visible. Her figure is so lovely, slender, soft. Her breasts are pale mounds with pink decorations that pop up when she’s excited. Her tightest nipple erection had been during a spanking, just after I had pulled her panties down and I had slipped my hand under her top to play with her breasts.
Now Jennifer was even more eager than I was. “I’m going to get you now, Uncle Grouchy,” she said. She slid back on top of me and moved down so her vagina just made contact with my penis. She rose up to a kneeling position and took my penis in her hand. Between us we were able to guide it into her warm, wet vagina. She eased the tip into herself and perhaps another inch, then relaxed her legs so she slipped down. That brought my full penis all the way into her.
Amber and Jennifer both love sex any way they can find to share with me. Jennifer loves cowgirl and she smiled brightly with her enthusiasm as she worked her marvelous body up and down on my penis. I raised my knees and worked up and down with her. It’s a little hard for the bottom partner to participate and get a good movement going; Jennifer and Amber are so light, though, that cowgirl sex with them was much easier than it had been with my darling.
I took a long, long delight in our sex. Jennifer and Amber can keep me going for a surprising time; it was probably ten minutes of feeling close to coming before I did burst my semen into Jennifer’s vagina. She pressed herself harder against me, enjoying her own orgasm with mine. I suppose it’s a little unfair; nymphets are sprites with only one purpose in our world, so they always have marvelous sex.
Our aromas mingled softly in the night as I brought Jennifer against me again. Her warm nakedness was pressed against me as when we started. As I fell asleep, I could feel her wonderful body fading into her own world.
And somehow, when I woke up, my pajamas were back on me.