As a 40-year-old man I had no damn business looking at a 14-year-old girl with lust in my eyes! I am a confirmed bachelor, always had been and plan to stay that way. When I was a kid, a bachelor lived across the street. Mine is the nicer of the two pools in the neighborhood. Served at room temperature, this dessert would be topped-off with an orgasmic portion of steaming hot cock-cream mixed with a cupful of sizzling pussy-juices. Whatever it is the kids think about me, it doesnt keep them from coming over to swim in my pool. They know I prefer a nude pussy-mound to a hairy, bush-covered one. I recalled a TV report I saw about pre-pubescent girls. I saw that this petite girl had finished drying her hair and had laid the hair dryer aside. The naked girl in my lap and the hard cock in my pants clouded my judgment. Some of the ladies I know shave their mounds for me. I often watched their athletic routines on TV with a hard-on in my pants. More than once, Id taken out my cock and pumped it until streams of steaming, milky-white semen had coated the table in front of my couch. After it was over a very satisfied Meredith carefully cleaned Jamal's now limp pecker with her warm mouth while Carla and Marion put themselves back together."So," a now composed Carla offered, "that is how we do business at the Black Cock School for Girls! Her curly, blonde locks showed no signs of cooperation. Unbelievably, my young niece was making no attempt to cover herself. Before I found my own voice, I took a few seconds for my eyes to make a quick exploration. While the tits had not reached the full maturity of puberty, they were nonetheless nice. She answered adamantly, No, Uncle Jake, I wouldnt rather have a boy! In the brief few seconds that she was bent over, I gazed at the puffed pussy-lips and the slit splitting the magnificent pussy-mound. They had talked about how an active lifestyle can delay puberty. Some of them dont reach their pubic maturity until their late teens. She made one last futile attempt to brush the tangles from her hair. She found her voice, and spoke, Oh, Uncle Jake, its just you. She did not move her arms and hands to cover her pussy or tits. Although she didnt have hair on her pussy, she did have tits on her chest. Finally, my mind found some words, But, Meggie, wouldnt you rather have a young boy touching you, maybe someone from school, or maybe someone from the neighborhood?
I couldnt even tell if the color of her bush matched the color of her tangled-blonde hair. I now desperately needed to reach down and move it to a more comfortable position inside my pants. Finally, I spoke, Meggie, Im sorry I came in like this. Meggie giggled and replied with humor in her voice, I didnt hear you knocking, but even if I had I dont usually answer the door when Im strip-stark-naked like I am now. I recalled a couple of epithets boys sometimes use when watching girls asses. She reached in, and pulled out a jar of dill pickles. It came to my mind that the pickle looked like a long, curved, green-alien cock. My finger moved in lazy circles inside the warm vaginal cavity. My finger became more aggressive in its exploration. I kissed her head, I kissed her cheek, I whispered into her ear, Meggie, sweetheart, Id better stop. That young girl Meggie, my sweet virginal niece, answered hastily, No!
Shed been running and jumping in completions for years. They started at her petite feet and went all the way up to her ass. We reached the kitchen and she searched for the book. I only applied a little pressure, yet the girl moved. Unbelievably, she stepped between my legs and sat on my right leg. She was showing me the recipe and telling me about it. With my right hand on her back, my left hand found her belly. Now I was able to flick it, to tease it, and to bring it to heightened erection.
While short and skinny, I reckoned the legs to be shapely. That girl stood flatfooted and bent from the hips to pick it up. You never know when some pervert might come to the door. Mom told me that if I saw you I was to give you a new cookbook she bought the other day. It must be jelly, because jams dont jiggle like that! Unconsciously, my arm reached out and my hand settled on Meggies back. I took the middle finger of my left hand into my mouth.
I talked silently to myself, Surely she doesnt shave her pussy? Well, maybe she does have a guy, one that likes shaved pussies. When I though a little more, I realized that this girls trim figure and short, lean profile reminded me of one of those petite gymnasts that run and tumble at the summer Olympics. Do you want me to touch you there with my mouth and tongue?
They think Im too short, too skinny, and not pretty like other girls. Now, it was my turn to speak adamantly, Sweetie, boys are sometimes stupid! And, doll-baby, your boobs are just fine the way they are! Finally, words came forth between my heavy breaths, Meggie, baby, there are other places where I can touch you that will feel even better.
Two days ago, I had gone next door to return my sisters book of recipes. Now, two days ago I stopped at my sisters back door and knocked.