Teaching Little Neice
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At thirteen, my little neice Melanie is a knock-out, a real true- life
beauty. She started maturing early and is now five-two, with 34-22-32
measurements on a one-hundred pound body. With her flawless
complexion, long auburn hair, and startlingly deep hazel eyes, she
could easily be mistaken for a youthful model, perfectly exemplifying
all the sweet and fresh characteristics of young womanhood.
Melanie has a very a sweet nature and personality, and this
contributed to our complete lack of the uncle-neice friction that
sometimes develops in a family. On the contrary, she has always been
one of my top supporters. Being twenty years younger, she bestowed on
me a childlike hero worship. I was always her big uncle, her hero,
her knight in shining armor. As far as she was concerned, there was
nothing I could not do nor was there any problem I could not solve.
The relationship was more than reciprocal. As she was growing up, I
adored little Melanie and doted on her. I was always interested in
and proud of all her achievements and encouraged her whenever it was
needed. If anything, I gave Melanie more attention and love than her
parents. They both worked in very stressful jobs, and at the end of
their workdays neither had much energy left to deal with her "kid
Because of this relationship, Melanie early on got into the habit of
bringing her problems to me. I fixed many a broken doll, put
band-aids on her boo-boo's, and dried her tears and tickled away her
real and imagined hurts. This relationship carried over into her
pre-teens and has resulted in my being far more protective of her than
is the case with most uncles and neices.
One area where this especially showed up was in her relationships with
men. In this regard, I have been almost tyrannical in the way I have
monitored and screened her dates. It is a wonder our relationship has
not suffered because of this, but Melanie takes it in her good-natured
way and just thanks me for caring that much about her welfare.
Despite her phenomenal beauty, Melanie is very shy and vulnerable with
boys, often coming home in tears from a date. To help her with such
problems, I have tried to explain how boys think and act so she will
better be protected in her dealings with them.
One problem Melanie has had to face head on is her developing
sexuality. Many of the problems and teary eyes she has brought to me
have been related to this area, and I have tried to deal with them in
a completely honest, straightforward manner. I have not used any
"birds and bees" stories, but have explained and described sexual
relation issues in the everyday common words she hears from her girl
friends. From these conversations I knew that Melanie was still a
virgin, but based on the noticeable tension and the odor of feminine
sexual arousal that I detected from her when she returned from some of
her dates, I believed this to be a short-lived condition. Because of
that, I arranged for her to secure and start taking birth control
pills. She laughed at my being so protective, assuring me that she
still far from going all the way. Nonetheless, to indulge me if for
no other reason, she is taking the Pill religiously.
I greeted these developments with very mixed feelings. On one side,
my protective feeling about her wanted to shield her from the bad
early experiences she could have if she chose the wrong man. On
another hand, I could see that she has highly developed sexuality, and
I did not want to stand in the way of her being in a position to
develop and grow in this important aspect of maturing. On still
another side, I found myself disturbingly jealous. As much as I told
myself it was completely wrong to feel that way about her, I was
absolutely turned on whenever she came in from a date with that musky
odor of a woman in heat about her. I pictured in my mind how her
little virginal pussy must look, smell and feel, about how wet it must
be, and even though I fought against the feeling, I could not prevent
my getting a hardon. I found myself with the thought that no
pimple-faced boy deserved such a treasure, and even worse, I harbored
a secret, almost irresistible longing to be the one to claim it. That
she might have had similar thoughts was beyond my comprehension,
beyond any hopes that I had buried deep within me.
One Friday evening, Melanie came in from a date about nine in the
evening, much earlier than her usual eleven or eleven-thirty. I was
alone in the house, her parents being away for the weekend, and was
watching television when she came in the door. Usually, she stops and
says hello to me and relates how her date went. This evening, she did
neither, but hurried upstairs to her room. I found this very strange
because the man she had dated was one I approved of as being almost
good enough for her. I was hoping that if she did have to lose her
virginity it would be to a boy like him, one who probably would be
gentle with her. Apparently, though, problems had developed on the
date, because she was home early, and based on her not having stopped
to greet me, upset, hurt, or angry. I heard the shower start running
and decided that as soon as she had finished her shower I would go
upstairs to check on her and be the best big uncle I could be.
After I heard the shower stop and had given her enough time to get
dressed, I went upstairs. The door to her room was closed, and the
sounds of light sobbing came from its other side. I knocked lightly
and asked, "Melanie, is it okay if I come in?"
The sobbing stopped for a moment, and Melanie said, "If you want to."
I opened the door and Melanie's room was darkened, with only the light
from her vanity shining. She was already in bed, the sheets pulled up
to her neck. Her face was tear-streaked, and her eyes red from
"Mel, Mel, what's wrong?," I asked softly, sitting on the bed next to
her. I stroked the hair back from her forehead and kissed her lightly
on a wet cheek. "Did you have trouble on your date tonight?"
Melanie sniffled a little and answered in almost a whisper, "Yes."
"Boy-type problems?," I asked, knowing she would recognize that I
implied the whole range of sexual relation problems.
"No, Jimmy wasn't a problem. You were right. He's real nice, and I
liked him a lot."
Puzzled, I pressed on. "Well, it's obvious something's bothering
you," I said, taking a tissue and drying her cheeks for her.
Melanie gave me a little half-smile, rueful more than happy, and
answered, "I just had some Melanie problems, that's all."
"That sure tells me a lot," I said. "What do you mean, 'Melanie
Melanie's tears had about stopped, and she sat up in bed, apparently
ready to explain. When she did, I had a hard time concentrating on
the conversation. From what I could see, she had on a pair of
baby-doll pajamas, and the sheer top did not hide much. The swell of
her breasts pushed them out, and the nipples and darker rings around
them were more than just hinted at. I had to fight to keep my eyes
from off that sight. The sight also made me wonder how a girl with
such stunning attributes could be having problems.
Melanie did not notice my discomfiture and continued her explanation.
"Well, I had decided that I was ready to go all the way with a boy,
and that because he's such a nice guy, Jimmy was to be the one." My
heart started beating faster with this disclosure, and I wondered
whether I would be able to sit through her description of the episode
without her being able to see the mixed feelings I had about it.
"We went out to Chisolm Lake and parked. After we kissed a while, I
put my hand on his leg to let him know I was interested in more. He
returned the favor and after a while he put his hand under my dress
and played with me. I could tell he was getting really ready, so I
suggested we get into the back seat. Before we did, I took off my
panties. He saw me do it, and undid his belt and pants. We both got
in the back seat and he got between my legs and tried to put it in
By this time, my cock was rigid and throbbing. It gave me funny
feeling, because here I was getting horny about my neice telling me
about losing her virginity, something we had discussed in times past.
Nonetheless, I could picture her in that car, legs spread apart, pussy
wet and waiting, and the picture aroused me more than I had ever been
in my entire life. I ached to reach out and stroke the perky swells
of her breasts. I longed to put my hands between her legs and "play
with her" as she said Jimmy had done.
Melanie paused, and in a hoarse whisper I said, "And then what
happened? Go on."
Talking softly, Melanie continued, "That's when things got bad."
"It hurt real bad?," I said, anticipating the rest of her story.
"No, it didn't hurt, because he didn't put his thing in me. I
wouldn't let him."
"You didn't? What did happen, then?"
"Well, when he got ready to put his thing... What do you guys call
it, a cock? When he got ready to put his cock in me, I just clamped
my legs together and kept him from doing it. He must have been really
ready because after he rubbed against me a little he spurted all over
my front. That's why I had to come home and take a shower. Oh, John,
I was so embarrassed! Here I had made my mind up and at the last
minute I just couldn't go through with it.
I just asked Jimmy to bring me home. So here I am, feeling frustrated
and crying about the whole thing. I'm really something, aren't I ?"
A great feeling of relief flooded over me. For reasons I could not
fully understand or explain, I was joyous that Melanie had chickened
out. I realized, though, that it was not being fair to her for me to
feel that way, and that I had to support and encourage her to
continue, even though her first attempt had been a total disaster
"Melanie, sweetheart, it's not unusual for a girl to do that the first
time. A virgin has a right to misgivings. Don't be angry with
yourself. You do need, though, to try to figure out why you acted
that way so you'll at least understand why. Do you know why you
didn't go through with it?"
Melanie looked up at me and just barely nodded her head. "You do
know?," I said.
Melanie nodded her head more emphatically and whispered, "Yes, I know,
but I can't talk about it."
For the first time that I could ever recall, Melanie did not want to
confide in me. I was taken aback, completely puzzled by her actions.
I put my hand against her cheek and caressed it with my finger tips,
saying, "Melanie, I respect your wishes if you really don't want to
talk about it, but remember, this is John, your big uncle. We've
never held anything back from each other. Do we want to start having
Melanie's face fell and tears started welling up in her eyes again.
"No," she whispered, "I hate secrets."
"Don't you want to tell me, then?," I asked.
Melanie sat up straighter and almost defiantly said, "All right, if
you want to know, I'll just come out and tell you. The reason I
couldn't do it with Jimmy was... The reason was because he wasn't
I was stunned. We just sat there in silence, looking at each other,
my letting the meaning of what she had said sink in. I was having a
hard time dealing with it. If I had heard her right, then all the
fantasies I had about her, about the way we might make love, about
claiming her virgin treasures, were no longer just my fantasies alone,
but were shared by her also. I had to be sure that she had actually
said what I thought she did.
"Melanie, do you mean...?"
"Yes, you big lunk, that's exactly what I meant. I meant I didn't
want to give my virginity to Jimmy. I meant I wanted my first time to
be with you. I meant I wanted my first time to be with someone I love
and who loves me. Someone who will take care of me and be gentle and
make it something that is completely good. I don't want my first time
to be a quick wham-bam in the back of a car with some kid I hardly
know. John, for as long as I can remember, I've dreamed my first time
would be with you, with my dear, sweet Uncle John." After saying
that, she reached out to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and
"Well, that's worked both ways," Melanie said. "I've had dreams about
seeing you naked, too. With your cock hard and poking out in front."
"What else did you dream?," I asked.
"I dreamed we were both naked. That you caressed my entire body from
head to toe. That you kissed me like I was a girlfriend, not a neice.
That you kissed me all over... in all the places where it feels
good." Melanie then added, very softly, "Then I dreamed you made love
to me, that you took my virginity, and it was sooo gooood." Melanie
put her arms back around my neck and pressed herself against me. She
whispered, "John, please make my dream come true."
Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to mine and kissed
her. I kissed her like a girlfriend, not a neice, opening my mouth
wide and probing between her lips with my tongue. Hers responded
immediately, moving out to meet mine and coiling in swirls and circles
around it. She dropped her head to the pillow, and I followed,
continuing the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide open, lips
spread against each other, soft and wetly working in little nibbles.
Melanie started breathing faster and I felt her heart increase its
tempo against my chest.
I pushed my hand under her pajama top and moved it over her right
breast, lightly brushing across it with my finger tips. Taking her
nipple between my fingers, I gently rubbed the hard little button and
ran my fingers in a circle around it, tracing the rosy ring that
encircled it. Melanie arched her back up against my hand and moaned
softly in pleasure. Taking her whole breast in my palm, I kneaded and
softly squeezed. Melanie spoke muffled words, "Oh, God, John! That's
Moving my kisses, I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her nose, her
ear lobes, and then her neck. Each was a wet kiss, with my tongue
making little circles of wetness on her skin. I lifted the bottom of
her pajama tops, exposing those perfect breasts, each half-melon
shaped and just as firm. My lips moved to them, sucking the little
strawberry that topped each of them. Her nipples hardened and
swelled, standing out like little soldiers at attention. I licked
around each of them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples. Using the
full, broad side of my tongue, I lapped at the underside of each
breast, moving from its base out to the nipple. Melanie moaned in
pleasure and arched her back to me each time I drew out a stroke of my
While I was making love to Melanie's breasts, I moved my hand under
the sheets that covered her lower half. I found her thighs and
stroked each one gently, almost feather-like. I moved to their inner
sides, finding baby-smooth skin. Melanie moved her thighs apart,
inviting my hand to further exploration. My finger tips moved up,
drawing little circles as they moved. As I approached the V of her
legs, they spread apart even more, leading my hand into the pleasures
that awaited there.
Finally, I touched the lace that trimmed the edge of Melanie's pajama
bottoms. The lace was damp. I moved across it onto the silky smooth
area of Melanie's crotch. It was soaking wet and slick. I found the
edge and inched my fingers under it. My finger dipped down and found
the cream covered lips concealing Melanie's mysterious feminine
treasures. With just the slightest amount of pressure, I stroked my
finger tip between those lips and into the valley between. It was
like moving into a warm, slickered passageway. The labial lips
pressed against my finger, almost sucking it into her secret sexual
My fantasy about Melanie's pussy was coming true. I was "playing with
her," and both of us were loving every minute of it. While I was
making her dream come true, she was turning my dreams and fantasies
into reality. I needed to go farther, though.
I needed to fully bare Melanie's body. Make her naked, completely
open to sight and touch, and touch and kiss every sensitive part of
Melanie's hips hunched up to meet my hand as it explored her hidden,
nethermost parts. She was almost panting now, her breath coming in
gasps. My finger moved down between her legs even more and came to
her "little man in the boat," the ultra-sensitive hooded clitoris, the
nexus of her pleasure center. I lightly flicked my finger across it,
and Melanie jerked her hips upward, moaning as electric jolts of
pleasure flowed through her. Moving my finger through the wetness of
her creamy flow, I flooded her little love bud with juice and rubbed
it lightly in a little circle. Melanie's hips humped up against my
hand, and she cried, "Oh, John, that's so goooood!"
Keeping one finger busy on Melanie's love nubbin, I moved two other
fingers lower, spreading her lips apart. She was soaking wet and the
crotch of her pajamas was now almost dripping from the aroused flow of
her love juices. My finger at last found what it had been seeking,
the opening of her tunnel, the tunnel into the innermost parts of
Melanie's child-woman sex. I moved one finger into the opening and
probed. The hole was slippery and tight, but my finger slipped into
the cavity without difficulty. Down to the first knuckle, then down
one more, and finally, my whole finger was immersed in Melanie's cave
of pleasure. I wanted to move my finger in and out, imitative of the
action my throbbing cock longed to be taking, but her pajamas
restricted my movement. It was time to rid her that impediment. It
was time, too, for me to reveal her little virgin's pussy to my sight,
to see first hand what I had seen to now only in my fantasies.
Reluctantly, I moved my hand out of Melanie's pajamas and then took
hold of the sheet that covered her.
Slowly I pulled the sheet down. My breath was coming faster now, and
my heart thumped in anticipation of the sight I knew would soon be
revealed. The sheet came slowly down, and top of her pajama bottoms
were revealed. Then all of her bottoms, and finally the sheet went to
the floor and Melanie's whole body was fully shown in all its
magnificence. Her beautifully formed legs were still splayed apart and
her pajama bottoms were askew from my explorations. A big splotch of
dampness covered the crotch area and the narrow swatch of Melanie's
sparse pubic down showed clearly through the wet, transparent fabric.
With just the lightest of strokes I ran my hands up Melanie's legs,
stroking her feet, then her calves, and then up to the white, full
thighs. I caressed the sensitive insides of her thighs, making little
circles in the wide part just under her crotch. Melanie moaned and
moved her hips in little circles, urging my hands to go further, to go
the very center of her pleasure pit. Instead, I moved my hands to the
top of her brief baby-doll pajama bottoms and started to draw them
down, slowly, inch by inch. Her little belly mound was revealed, just
a slight bulge of baby fat still apparent.
Then the dark, auburn bush came into view. With her bush still barely
budding, the full glory of Melanie's whole vulva was revealed to my
hungry eyes. Melanie's soaking, creamy vagina. The musky odor of her
arousal wafted up to my nose and my arousal was increased even more.
The whole area of Melanie's sex mound was awash with her juices and
invited loving attention. My cock throbbed and indicated that it was
ready to provide such ministrations.
In one swift motion I drew the pajamas down over Melanie's feet and
then to the floor. She was fully nude now, and I was in awe of just
how beautiful she was. "Melanie," I whispered softly, "you are the
most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Thank you for such a sweet compliment," Melanie replied, "but this is
completely one-sided. I don't have any clothes, and you have all of
yours. You're seeing all of me, but I can't see any of you.
It's time for you to get rid of your clothes, too."
With that, I stood up and took off all my clothes. I stood there in
front of Melanie, fully nude, my cock standing straight out, stiff and
throbbing. Its head glistened, covered with the pre-cum that my
arousal had produced. Shyly, Melanie reached out her hand and ran her
fingers along my cock and then wrapped her hand around it. "God,
John, you're beautiful, too. So hard, and so big. Will it be
possible for that to go inside me?"
"Girl's stretch to be able to take it all in. After all, babies come
from the same place as this goes in, and babies are a whole lot larger
than my cock."
"I guess so," Melanie replied, still sounding doubtful.
I sat down on the bed next to Melanie, drinking her in with my eyes.
I put my hand out and stroked her breasts, then lightly ran my hand
down over her rib cage, her little belly mound, and then to her Venus
mound. She lifted her knees and spread her legs apart, giving me full
access to her swampy, almost bald center of pleasure. I moved my hand
over her mound and dipped my fingers into the spread labial lips of
her vulva. They were now even wetter than before.
"I'm so wet, John. Am I supposed to be like this?"
"A girl lubricates herself when sexually aroused. I guess that must
be what you are," I said.
"Oh, God, John, am I ever! I've never been like this before. Just
your slightest touch and I go into spasms. I've been horny before,
but never anything like this. It's because you're the one doing this.
You're making all my fantasies come true, and I'm about to go crazy
from knowing it."
I moved my fingers down to the opening to Melanie's love tunnel and
moved one finger into the pit, all the way in. I added another
finger, and then a third. She was so wet and slick that the fingers
went in with only a little difficulty. I twisted the fingers around
and around, and moved them in and out. Melanie mewed like a cat and
thrust her hips up and down, reciprocating each of my in and out
strokes. I moved my thumb up and ran it over and around her clitoris.
Her hips jerked and she thrashed her hips around and around. "I'm
cumming, John! Oh, God, I'm cumming hard... hard... hard!" Melanie
threw her head back and cried and mewled, moaned and finally shouted,
"Oh, it's so good... It's so good... It's so good!"
Melanie shuddered and spasmed. I could see the muscles of her stomach
and thighs clinch, and the muscles of her vagina squeezed down on my
fingers. Her pussy pulsed around my hand, little throbs and squeezes,
compressing the vaginal walls again and again against my fingers.
Slowly, the shudders and spasms eased, Melanie unarched her back, and
the muscles unclenched.
Melanie's eyes which had been shut tight opened and she looked up at
me. "That couldn't have happened so good with anyone else," she
whispered. "It was better than any boy has ever done me before.
Better, even, than the times I've done myself." She reached out her
arms to me and putting them around my neck, pulled me down for a kiss.
The kiss was long and deep, full of soft, tender tongue action. "But
that's only the preliminary, isn't it?," Melanie softly said.
"Yeah, the best part is still to come," I answered.
"Let me look at you first," Melanie said. "I've never seen a man in
the daylight," she said, laughing. "In fact, the other night with
Jimmy was the first time any of the boys actually had their cock out,
and I didn't even get to see it then. If you're going to stick me
with that thing," she giggled, "at least let me take a look at it
With that, Melanie pushed me down on my back, and leaning over me on
her elbows, looked right down at my exposed rockhard pole. She
touched my balls with her hand and I jerked my hips upward toward her
hand. Her finger tips stroked my bag all over, sending shivers
through my whole groin. She moved her hand up and touched the head of
my cock, rubbing the drops of pre-cum that accumulated there down over
my entire cock. "Am I doing this right?," she asked.
"It all depends," I answered.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that if you want to see me cum all over the place, you're
doing exactly the right thing," I said hoarsely.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Oh, God, Yes! But not this way. I'm so hot I'll cum a whole
bucketful, but I want it all to go inside you. I want to feel your
pussy fill up with my juice, for you know how it feels to have love
juice squirt into you, to feel how my love pours out of me into you,
filling you to overflowing. I want to see my cum run out of your
pussy and down all over your sweet little ass cheeks. I want us to
slide back and forth on each other, rubbing our whole bodies against
each other in a coating of my jism."
"Oh, John, me too!," Melanie said, and spread herself out on top of
me. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and her legs spread out on
the outside of mine, clamping them in a sweet trap. My prick moved
between her legs and she held it tightly, caught between the spread
lips of her pussy. She stuck her tongue out all the way and lowered
her mouth down to mine. Her tongue was like liquid fire, licking all
around my mouth, flicking at the corners, and like a soft, flexible
pry bar, probing between my lips. Her tongue tip moved behind my
lower lip and ran back and forth with long sensual strokes. It bored
into my open mouth, avidly seeking its counterpart. It found the tip
of my tongue and flicked a tattooing drum beat against it. I was
literally on fire with desire, her tongue pushing my desire to ever
All this time her hips had been vibrating, making little movements
around and up and down. The motion had coaxed my cock to give up a
flood of pre-seminal flow and it now covered the entirety of Melanie's
sexual center. The stream was flowing down to my balls and coated
them and ran down into the crack of my ass. I had never been so wet
before, even after shooting a full load of cum. I could not help but
moan at the pleasure of the feeling, giving in to the sheer joy of
holding Melanie against me.
I moved my hands to her buttocks and kneaded and caressed them. My
finger tips probed between them, into the cream slickered crevice. I
ran my fingers up and down the valley that split her ass, stroking
across the little rose bud of her anal opening and then down into the
soft folds and creases of the feminine secret recesses hidden between
Melanie's thighs. Involuntarily, my hips started matching the motion
of hers, and we moved against each other, our strokes becoming longer,
more insistent with each passing moment. "Oh, God, Melanie, I'm get-
ting so close!," I managed to mutter.
"So am I," Melanie whispered, "but I don't want to cum this way. I
want to cum just how you described it. With you inside, filling me,
stroking me, and spurting me full of your man juice. Let's do it
right now. I don't want to wait a second longer. John, do it to me
now. Show me right now what we're supposed to do."
"Melanie, it's probably going to hurt some the first time. Are you
ready for that?"
"Yes, you big silly. I'm a girl, remember. Girls know about that,
and I'm ready. Besides, if it does hurt any, it won't hurt nearly so
much with you as it would with someone else. You just let me be the
one to worry about that and tell me what I'm supposed to do now. How
am I supposed to lay so you can do it to me the way that's best for
"Just about like we are right now would the best way for your first
time," I replied. "Just sit up and then get on your knees so my cock
is just under your opening. Then just sit down on my cock, taking it
in a little at a time as you feel comfortable with it. That way, if
it starts to hurt, you can stop for a minute and let it stop hurting
before taking any more inside.
Melanie kissed my lightly on the lips and said, "That's just why I
wanted my first time to be with you, you sweet guy. I knew you'd make
it the best possible for me." She then sat up and taking both hands
moved my cock so that the head was lodged at the opening of her tunnel
of delight. She moved down on my cock, never breaking our eye
contact. She had a look of sheer concentration on her face, focusing
her thoughts on the penetration of my cock into her innermost
She took an inch into her and then stopped. I could feel the
tightness of her pussy around the head of my cock. It was hot, wet,
and glove-tight. After a few seconds, she moved down even more,
engulfing almost half of my seven cock inches. "Ummm!," was the only
sound she made. All this time she continued to stare into my eyes, as
if seeking a reflection of what was going on at the juncture of our
bodies. After a few more seconds pause, Melanie sat down fully on my
Wet lock met wet lock. Pubic bone ground against pubic bone. Melanie
sighed and whispered, "Oh, God!" She then leaned over, brushing her
breasts lightly against my chest, the nipples sending waves of
pleasure through both us as they brushed between our bodies. Her
mouth crushed against mine and she tongued my mouth and tried to take
all my lips into her mouth and suck on them. She broke the kiss, and
whispered, "John, it's all the way in. I can feel you filling me up
with your hardness. I can feel every little ridge on your cock and
feel it throbbing with each of your heart beats. Having you in me is
like sa-tisfying a need I didn't know I had. Oh, John, it hardly hurt
at all going in, and now it doesn't hurt at all. Now is just feels
Melanie sat up straight again, and we stayed in the position, without
moving, for several long minutes. Melanie's breathing slowed to near
normal, and we both rested from the penetration effort. Melanie
looked down at me and regained our direct eye contact. While she
looked into my eyes, she smiled softly, secretly, with an almost
beatific expres-sion. Her pussy was still so tight around my cock I
thought I would not be able to move it. Every ripple and spasm of her
pussy also swept through my cock, as if we were one person, each
completely a part of the other.
Nature soon took over, though. Unable to hold still any longer,
Chris-sy began little pelvic movements, small jerks, little circles,
barely perceptible up and down movements. My hips reciprocated, and I
made my own motions, matching pace with Melanie's. Soon, our motions
intensified, with Melanie moving up and down about two inches. Each
motion brought me intense pleasure, with Melanie's glove-tight pussy
grabbing and stroking my cock with each movement. My pre-cum flow
coupled with Melanie's feminine pussy cream lubricated her pussy
walls, and the hot flow together with our passion fires made me feel
as though a hot fire burned at the point of our sexual junction.
"I can't believe how good this feels! It's heavenly!," Melanie
hoarsely said. "Oh, John, I knew it would good. I knew you would
make it good like this." Melanie continued her movements, each stroke
getting longer and longer. All of my seven inches moved in and out of
her. Down hard to the base, bush meeting bush, and then up to where
the head was almost ready to pop out. Melanie's breathing was growing
faster again, and her breath was beginning to come in gasps, not just
from the effort but also from the way she was obviously climbing up
the scale toward climax.
Melanie's enthusiasm increased even more, and suddenly my cock popped
out of her pussy with an audible popping sound. "Ohhh, noooo!,"
Melanie cried. "Put it back in! Get it back into meeee!"
I pushed Melanie down and onto her back. I grabbed her legs and
pulled her to where her ass was just on the edge of the bed and her
pussy was just hanging over it. I held her legs high in the air and
spread them wide apart. My cock thrust out just in front of her
pussy. Wetly, the pussy lips gaped open, inviting my cock to plunge
between them, into the cream saturated depths of Melanie's womanhood.
I inserted just the head of my cock into the pulsing, throbbing
opening and holding it in one hand, I swirled it around and around,
stirring the creaming center of Melanie's sopping pussy. Melanie
moaned and cried, "Oh, do it, Bob-by! Do it to me! Fuck your little
I plunged my stiffened manhood into Melanie in one hard stroke,
pushing in until the head of my cock lodged against her cervix. I
could hardly believe how tight she was and how hot her pussy was as it
clung and grasped at my cock, trying to keep it locked within its
depths. I withdrew all the way out to where my cock-head was just
inside her lips and then plunged in again. Melanie's hips drove up to
me as I drove mine down to her. Our strokes met hard, each grinding
our sexes into the other. "Oh, yes... yes... hard... hard!,"
Melanie moaned in a just audible whisper
As much as I had fought against it, my orgasm was building up fast.
The knowledge that it was my neice, my dear little Melanie, that I was
fucking played mind games with me and gave me such a sense of sheer
sexual pleasure that I could not forgo the climax sweeping over me. I
jerked my penis out of Melanie and held it over her stomach.
Suddenly, my cock was spurting, shooting out jet after jet of my
scalding jism. It landed on Melanie's breasts and ran over the
nipples and the sides. Cum squirted all over her neck and stomach and
soaked her swatch of feminine bush even more than it was. Finally,
the ejaculatory spasms ceased and cum stopped flowing. Melanie's
whole front, from neck to V, as well as my hand was covered with hot,
white drops of my outpouring.
Melanie had watched me spurt, fascinated by the sight. "So that's how
a man cums," she said. She then took her hands and rubbed my cum all
over her front, coating every inch. She especially rubbed cum into
her breasts, loving the slick, lubrication it provided. I took my
cum-coated hand and rubbed it all over my front, covering my chest and
stomach. We were now both coated in a film of my masculine
My cock had not diminished one bit as a result of my orgasm. It was
still rigidly hard and still throbbed. It was almost as if I had not
even cum. Desire still welled up in my groin. I was ready to do it
all over again. I guided my cock back into Melanie's now cum-covered
pussy and reamed it into her child-woman hole. She pushed up against
me, eager to restart the lover's ride just ended.
I began the see-saw, up and down motion, twisting my pelvis so as to
increase the pleasure. And pleasure it was. Despite my having just
cum, my cock was anxious to ride to the peak again, to climb to new
climatic heights. I was no less horny now than I had been before
cumming. I felt I could fuck forever.
I lay down on Melanie and rubbed our naked bodies together, slick,
cum-soaked skins slipping and sliding against each other. Her breasts
were so slick and slippery they turned in little circles against my
chest. Wet belly slipped against wet belly, and cum- soaked pubic
hair interlocked and interwove together. I was one of the most
voluptuous exper-iences I had ever had.
Melanie wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck and held me
tight. Her legs came up and locked around my back. Our thrusts were
in perfect harmony, pulling back and pushing forward, each in time
with the other. Cum-slippery skin moved against the other's skin,
adding to the pleasure.
Melanie's movements became almost frantic. She was moving her hips in
circles and thrusting her pussy at my cock with such force I was
fearful she would hurt herself. She was crying and moaning at the
same time, ecstatic sounds of almost unbearable pleasure. My
movements increased in their pace also, and I was groaning in
pleasure. As our peaks approached, our mouths hungrily sought each
other, wanting to imitate the action below. We brought our wide open
mouths to each other's and kissed and suckled at each other with an
abandon neither had ever before experienced.
I reached under us and grasped Melanie's buttocks. I caressed and
kneaded them, ran my fingers down their deep crease, and then pulled
her pelvis up tight against me. We were both so close, so close. I
pulled back, and holding her buttocks firmly in my hands, pushed hard
into Melanie's creamy cavity. Over and over, in and out, harder and
harder. Each time, Melanie's juice poured out of her and down the
crease of her ass into my hands. Her whole buttocks as well as our
fronts were now soaked in the outpourings of our love juices.
The muscles in Melanie's buttocks clinched, drawing tight and hard.
Her pussy clamped down on my cock, almost immobilizing it. She jerked
her mouth from mine and cried, "Oh, God! I'm there! I'm cumming...
I'm cumming so hard!" Her buttocks started quivering and spasms tore
through her abdomen, shuddering her body over and over. She was
panting loudly and her breath came in ragged gasps. Her hips pushed
up and back, over and over again, just a little less with each
movement. Gradually they slowed down and the intensity of her orgasm
began to fade.
I then lifted her legs straight up in the air and drove into her
pussy, over and over, like a pile driver driving steel. My climax was
buil-ding up fast and my cock began the throbbing and swelling that
occur just before orgasm. Melanie looked up at me and started
reciprocating, pushing me higher and higher. Suddenly, with hardly
any warning, I was there, over the edge, cumming hard. Once more, cum
came jetting out of my cock, only this time into Melanie. I could
feel the slippery cum flow over and around my cock, making it hot and
slick. White foam came out of Melanie's pussy as I drove in and out,
forcing the cum out of her already filled hole. Melanie whispered, "I
can feel you cumming, John. You're spurting into me, filling me.
God, it's so hot and slick. Oh, John, I gonna cum again! John, don't
stop! Keep going, don't stop!"
I kept right on driving in and out, my cum starting to lessen its
flow. Melanie had her eyes closed, concentrating on her own pleasure.
She humped against me, and then I could see the muscles across her
stomach draw tight. Her pussy clamped down on my cock again,
squeezing it. Still, I continued my cock action, concerned now with
giving Melanie even greater pleasure. Her orgasm this time was as
great as the one just passed, and Melanie murmured, "Yes, yes, I did
it again. Again, and it was so good.
Melanie opened her eyes and looked up at me. The hero worship was
still there in her eyes, but also something else, something new, not
seen before. I realized that she was seeing me as lover as well as
uncle, and this added a new dimension to our relationship. I saw her,
too, as a lover. A lovely lover from out of my dreams. I said to
Melanie, in a soft whisper, "Melanie, that was better than any dream
could ever be."
Melanie nodded, and smiled. She pulled me down to her and kissed me.
Then she pushed me over to my side and threw her leg over my hip. All
this time my cock had remained buried in Melanie's pussy, slowly going
down from the orgasm. Face to face, sex to sex, Melanie kissed me
again and whispered, "Oh, John. John, my uncle, my lover. Thank you,
John. Thank you. I'm sure that there will never be another time like
that in my life. Thank you for making it so good for me."
Her hips were working in little motions and I realized that my cock
had fully regained it hardness. Melanie kissed me lightly on the
cheek and smiling, said, "John, there's lots of stuff you need to
teach me about sex, and we've got all weekend. Would you mind showing
I did not mind, of course. I spent the weekend not only telling
Melanie about all aspects of sex, but, most importantly, showing her.
As we both learned, a show-and-tell is worth ten thousand words.