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After my wife had a nervous breakdown and found the she could no longer stand living in the city and simply had to live in the country, our 12-year-old daughter would spend a week with her and a week with me so as to get her fair share of both parents. After a while, I became used to this way of life and even came to enjoy it, especially when my daughter would bring school friends over and I had the opportunity to ogle them without a sharp-eyed wife to notice.
This one-week on, one-week off r�gime was the cause not just of some confusion but also of the magical day this story is about.
One afternoon, during an "off week", the entryphone rang and a hysterical girl's voice half screamed "Uncle X, Uncle X, please let me in quickly, please!” [My daughter’s friend used to call me ‘Uncle’ as a joke].
Recognising the voice as that of one of my daughter's little friends, though not yet sure which, I of course buzzed the little girl through. This was shortly followed by rapid rapping at the door to my apartment. I opened it and the girlie rushed in and slammed the door shut. It was N, my favourite girl from among my daughter's friends. In a rush she told me that she had been wandering, window shopping, in the mall located not far from my apartment but quite a distance from hers, when she became aware that she was being followed by three older, rough-looking teenage boys. She thought to leave the mall, but this proved to be a bad move. They went on following her and she began to be afraid, as they were laughing coarsely, staring at her and making obscene remarks. Quite why she decided that her best course of action was to run to my apartment and ask to come in was not clear. But as ideas go, it was not the worst.
N was my favourite amongst my daughter's classmates because, being very smart, she was a year younger than the others and furthermore very petite and undeveloped. She had a sweet little face framed with medium-length soft, straight dark hair, silken white skin with just a hint of cream and a smattering of freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes were brown and lively, sparkling with intelligence. She was tiny. Her thin, straight legs had started to lengthen but not yet to fill out for the start of teenagerhood. Her adorable little butt was doing the same thing: it had become very pert but had not widened. Being very thin, her little tum was flat as a board, while on her chest two little nubs had just begun to show. Oh-so slender arms carried tiny hands: when she jestingly shook a little fist at me after a jokey tease, it seemed barely larger than a walnut.�
But despite her childlike form, she had the mind of her peers, all the first inklings of sexual knowledge, and the precocious sexuality that they had. This made her the main object of my desires and lust.
When N came in she was of course frightened, tense and hyperventilating. It was a natural thing to settle her on a sofa and to cradle her in my arms as she told her story. I calmed her as best I could, telling her she was safe now, that she would be watched over and protected. Meanwhile, I took pleasure in the feel of her sparrow-like, bony little frame as it gradually relaxed in my arms, inhaling her sweet little girl smell and even allowing myself to briefly kiss the top of her little head and feel her silken dark hair with my lips.
I felt my cock stir as I imagined the delights under her summer clothes of tight T-shirt and close-fitting jeans. I fixed my eyes on the little nubs of breasts, straining to discern, and just making out, the shape of her tiny nipples. These were not breasts as such, just the mere sweet beginnings of future titties and I thought of how soft and at the same time springy they would be, how sensitive to touch. They just begged - they needed - to be touched, admired with eyes, fingers, lips, and tongue. My heart ached so to do. My cock strained against my pants, telling me the same. My eyes moved downwards to two spindly yet shapely legs sheathed in tight denim, delineating a path up to a tight little Y. The jeans hid too much of the wonders to be found beneath. I could only see that her little cunt would be of the tiniest. Would it bear just peach fuzz or the very first, softest, faint little hairs? Would it be plump or smooth and flat? Would it show or hide little girl labia? Would a little clit peep out from within in? My heart and my cock ached to know. �Would I ever find out?
N was calmer now. The only proper thing to do was to telephone her mother, with whom she lived along with siblings I had never seen, her parents being divorced. I dialled and explained the situation, apologising for not being able to drive her home since my car was being serviced. Her mother told me how grateful she was and said she would collect N on her way home from her work, in about an hour's time. I naturally agreed as I could not really have expected anything else. Although it was completely unreasonable, I still felt very disappointed. I made N. a cup of tea and tried to feel philosophical as my eyes caressed her little body while she sat and drank.
Half an hour passed and I was just thinking about preparing for N. to leave when the phone rang. It was her mother: she had sudden urgent business and had to fly to another town for a short meeting early the next morning. There wasn't time for her to make any other arrangements, would it be alright if N. stayed overnight, if that was not too much of an imposition. (N had of course done this before after playing until late with my daughter.)
It wasn't clear to me if N's mother realised I was living alone that week. I quickly decided this did not need clarifying and simply said that I was happy to be of assistance in an emergency. N's mother spoke to her daughter, telling her to be good, not to worry about the fright she had had, and that she would collect her the next day after she came back. The phone was returned to its receiver and a whole new prospect opened before me. The afternoon was just turning to evening and I had nearly 24 hours in which to see if I could make something good happen. Heaven was smiling upon me, but the gods help those who help themselves.�
Turning to little N, I asked her if she would like to take a nice hot bath to help her relax. I could make us something to eat meanwhile. She said that would be nice and I got her one of my daughter's dressing gowns. I heard the bath filling and shortly after that some splashing.
I was wondering feverishly how to make the next step when the little darling helped me out by calling me! "Uncle X, I need some shampoo!" I got some from the cupboard, went to the bathroom door and knocked. "It's okay, you can come in. It's not locked." Marvelling, I stepped into heaven.
The sweet little minx was sitting in the bath, her darling little buds in full view. They were the sweetest sight I had set eyes on, possibly in my life. Soft, rounded little cones just barely pushed out from her chest. From these, there rose on each a little swelling of pink aureole topped by the sexiest and sweetest of little nipples. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them and it was all I could do to maintain an appearance of cool.
Little N, the darling, put everything to rights. "It's OK, Uncle X. Don't worry. I'm old enough to know that you have been looking at me in a particular way. I don't mind. In fact, I like it. Would you stay?" She went on to explain that she realised this was a bit weird but she had noticed that I liked looking at her, that she liked it that I did, and that she wanted to make the most of the opportunity we had been given. All she knew really about sex was from girls's gossip and dirty talk from boys, and it had to mean more than that. She promised that she knew how to keep a secret and that this would most definitely be our secret.
I told her she was a dear and that yes, I did love to look at her, as to me she was one of the prettiest sights in the world as well as one of the nicest young girls I knew. If she agreed I would love to do some sexy things with her. I very much approved of the idea of her discovering sex with someone who thought she was wonderful, beautiful, and truly sexy rather from some dirty-minded boy who would not appreciate the wonderfulness she had to offer and the feelings that could go with it.
Since I'd brought the shampoo, could I wash her hair? Yes, please. At last I was at liberty to approach the object of my dreams, both wet and dry. The atmosphere in the bathroom became at once calm - the way had been cleared, and tense - sex was openly in the air.
I began shampooing her sweet little head. She rocked gently with the movements. I watched foamy water run down her shoulders, flecking her back and front. She was so slender, her little shoulder blades just barely larger than the palm of my hand. I ran my hands over her back then brought them round to the front. Her warm, silky skin felt wonderful. My hands went up to her little buds and covered them. It was bliss. I pressed down ever so gently and felt return pressure on my palms. She sighed. My heart pounded. I looked down at her. Under the water, I could vaguely make out her spindly yet lovely little legs. I kissed her lightly on the lips. She smiled. I asked if I could get in the bath with her. She said yes, nice idea.
I quickly undressed, wondering what to do about my erection. I decided that the best thing would be neither to try to conceal it nor to flaunt it. When I got my underpants off and turned towards the bath, I saw her eyes fix on it. "You can see how much I and my thing want you," I said, smiling as I slid into the water. "What I'd like us to do now is wash each other all over."�
Getting her okay, I took a bar of soap and began washing her slender little arms, running my hands up and down them, past her armpits and down to her little nubs. I did this several times. Each times my hands reached her breasts, I rubbed them a little harder and each time I was rewarded by a sharp little intake of breath.
I could wait no longer. It was time for more. Leaning back, I put my hands under her arms and, lifting the featherweight little body, made lighter still since it was in water, I deposited her gently on me, her legs coming to rest outside mine with her little puss just below the base of my erect dick, which was up against my stomach. From that position, it was natural to pull her up a smidge higher, settling her warm, little pussy crack on the hardness of my erect cock. I drew her upper body towards me and embraced her. My cock throbbed against her little pre-teen cunt. She pushed it against me and I felt some cum rise in the shaft. It was going to be difficult not to ejaculate too soon.
Placing a hand on her tiny round butt, I held her gently but firmly still against my erection. She was so small that in this position our faces were just too far apart for us to kiss. With my other hand I stroked her head and shoulder while I gently squeezed the firm little globes of her bottom.
I asked if I could wash the rest of her and she stood up so that I could do so. This put her little pussy at my eye-level. As the water ran off it, I saw that it was tiny, completely bald, and not at all pudgy. It looked like the pussy of an eight-year old, not the pre-teen one of a slender little girl only a year away from teenagerhood. It was a lovely sight to behold: a little white V, not over 3" wide at the top, with a fine little dividing line down the middle. All its sexy secrets were hidden within. One of my hands was still on her little round butt (or perhaps it just naturally slid back there), so I was able to move her forward slightly to place a soft, chaste kiss on that most beautiful spot. She responded with a light push herself. There was no rush: hours of delight awaited. Her smile told me she knew that too: her look - a wonderful mix of innocence, surprise at new things, and lust, confirmed it. I kept my lips pressed to her delicate little cunny, adoring the softness of the skin there. I pinched one of her labia between my lips and was rewarded with the perfume and taste of a few drops of her little girl juices. My tongue sought out and found her tiny clit. The effect was electric: she thrust her little cunt harder into my face.
I was so overwhelmed with sensations of delight, it felt almost like pain. I had to force myself to tear my lips off her little pussy so that I could taste her charming little nubs. I kissed, nuzzled and licked the soft little mounds, roiling her thin, hard nipples with my tongue. Grabbing the back of my head with her little hands, she pressed my head still harder against them.
Meanwhile, one of my hands wandered down to explore between her slender little legs, stroking up her inner thighs until I could caress the beautiful object of my desires. It was so fine and smooth. A finger found her little slit. I settled it there and I could feel the warmth coming from within. After a few moments, I ran my finger along the crack, picturing to myself the lovely pink inside of that virgin cunt. My fingertip found its way to the little hole and dipped into the warm wetness of the entrance to her tiny vagina. I held it there, treasuring the moment.
At length, I picked up the soap and soaped her legs, my hands sliding up her inner thighs and brushing against her tight little slit. I did her bottom as I would a child's, barely lingering on her anus. For now, it would be enough to just part the taut little globes and brush against it. Finally, I reached for the personal hygiene soap, explaining that this was especially gentle soap, and carefully washed inside her little pussy lips. There were so many nearly overwhelming feelings that I �can't begin to describe every sensation. �We were in a little personal cloud of intimate heaven. I put some of the same soap on my cock and began to wash it. Little N shyly put out a hand and "helped". Her sweet slender fingers felt magical there. The sight of a tiny girlish hand trying to wrap itself around adult-size cock is mysteriously, powerfully erotic. I tingled with pure joy.
But it was time for the real thing.
I got us out of the bath and we both wrapped up in warm, clean, fluffy towels. I lifted the lovely little creature, cradled her in my arms, and carried her to the bedroom. She seemed to weigh next to nothing as she lay in my arms, looking up sweetly and expectantly. I placed my lips on hers, feeling them warm and tender beneath mine.
We slipped under the covers and I whispered sweet nothings to her. I told her she was my little bundle of joy, that we were going to have the nicest of times, that she was giving me something more lovely and special than I had ever dared hope for, that I was grateful and truly appreciated it, and that for my part I would try to make it all beautiful for her in return.
She was pressed against me. My cock nestled and throbbed against her pussy and stomach. Pulling her gently up until we were face to face, I kissed her soft little lips. They parted for me. Ever so gently and slowly, I slipped the tip of my tongue into her mouth and tasted her. She was sweet and sexy beyond belief. Her smooth little tongue found mine and they intertwined.�
I stroked her little nubs. She arched against me. �It was time. I could not hold out much longer. I told her so.
Sliding her back down a little, I got my cock to rest on her warm slit. I could feel heat coming from her. When I moved down a bit further, the head of my cock positioned itself at her little entrance. She breathed in sharply. I pushed forward gently and slowly. Some pre-cum dribbled out and mingled with her own lubricants. I pushed slowly up into her tight little hole, stretching and stretching this really very small little pussy with a correspondingly small entrance. The head of my cock started to stretch and penetrate her tightness. She quietly exclaimed "oh!". One tiny push more into the silken tightness and the head was in. Again she exclaimed "oh!" and held me more tightly. I paused. I was passing through the gates of heaven. It was bliss. Over the next few minutes, little pushes followed little "oh's" one after the other as more and more of my penis was slowly, oh-so-slowly, pushed into her delightful, tight, warm little virgin tube. Once it was all in, I stopped moving and let my loving cock throb in that place of wonders, feeling her pussy tightly gripping it and spasming. I waited for her little (so recently virgin) cunt to adjust to being filled in this way. She glued her apparently frail but actually strong little body to mine still more hotly and I began to slowly move my cock out a bit, then back in again, feeling the incredible tightness of her pre-teen and never previously visited little hole. We were both producing more lubrication and our movements became easier despite the tightness. She panted and clung to me. Her love channel held my cock so tightly, it almost felt like her pussy was sucking on it each time I pulled it out a bit. �I was constantly on the point of bursting. At last she began to shake and make little squeaking sounds. A couple of larger thrusts and we both came. Burst after burst of cum poured into her from my cock. The force of my ejaculation was shattering, the power of my orgasm mind-blowing. I felt it was much the same for her. �We were glued to each other by the sweat that had broken out on both of us. Her little nubs were crushed against my skin and felt burning hot. Our loins jerked spasmodically. Her little pussy spasmed around my cock as the overjoyed organ emptied itself in her sweet pussy's tight grip. �"Ooh, ooh, ooh!", she cried. I groaned with pleasure and we lay for some time, in a warm embrace, without doing anything else.
She ground her little mons against me in slow caresses as our juices seeped out. At last, I let my cock slide out of her pussy, feeling the smooth little scabbard clinging tightly to my softening member as I slowly pulled away.
I moved her up again so as to be able to kiss her lips some more. She nestled against me. I sought and found her little tongue and sucked on it gently as I rubbed her little nubs, pinching the soft girl flesh, and rubbing her tiny nipples with my fingertips. We took our time coming down off our high, enjoying tender mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.�
There were pearls of sweat on her sweet, smooth brow. Her hair was a little damp. Her eyes glowed with satisfaction, pride, and a sort of tenderness and relief. Lovingly, I returned her gaze. �My heart thumped but the beat was slowing. I asked if she was okay. "Oh," she said, "that was so good. At first it was extraordinary, when you were putting your thing in. It seemed so big, I couldn't believe it would go in. When it got just inside me, I felt like I might burst, but it was nice too. After that, it sort of hurt, but not badly, and not for long. Then, after it was all in and you waited that little bit, I began to feel just wonderfully, wonderfully full. I didn't know anything could feel so nice. And when we started moving again, and then both came, that was just incredible, much much nicer than when I did things with my fingers in bed."
"You are a darling," I said, then went on: "And I'm glad you liked what we did. Of course you know there are lots and lots of ways of making love but I hope you are pleased with my idea that we should have done it very simply the first time. You are so lovely, so sweet and sexy, I hope we can do lots of other things too."
"We must," she answered with a nice smile. It was still early in the evening and there was time for more.
We took a quick shower to freshen ourselves up and went back to bed. There was no time pressure. We cuddled sweetly. I caressed her tiny, lithe, young body, kissing and nuzzling her sweet little face, neck, and lips. She squirmed with delight when I got to her little buds and planted my lips hotly on first one and the the other. My hand stroked her little puss and she wriggled with pleasure against it. Exhausted by the emotional event of a lifetime for the both of us, we drifted off to sleep and I awoke the next morning to the bliss of having a miniature little pre-teen in my bed and in my arms. The warm smell of the sexiest of little things wafted from the bedclothes.
We spent the morning in bed exploring each other. I tasted her little cunt and made her come with my tongue. She enjoyed that. She played with my cock, learning to stroke it and rub it until it was fit to burst. She particularly enjoyed having me get the head just inside her hole and holding it there. This produced a peculiarly erotic feeling and it was a lovely sight too as I could look down between our bodies to enjoy the wonderfully erotic sight her charming hairless little puss all distended to accommodate the semi-inserted member.�
We luxuriated in pleasures given and taken, creating and developing that rare and special love that can exist between a middle-aged man and a very young maiden, each able to give and also to receive precious gifts from the other: admiration, respect, tenderness, discovery of the new, shelter from the outside world by the creation of a treasured private one.
Her mother came to collect her a little after midday. She called to say she was waiting in her car downstairs. I took little N down to her waiting mother, first giving her a morning-after pill to swallow and telling her to make sure she kept the follow-up pills well hidden. �N's mother asked if all had gone well. "Everything went fine,", my little dear replied, without batting an eye and looking perfectly demure. I concurred. N's mother thanked me warmly for looking after her little girl. It was my turn not to bat an eye. "Anytime," I said. "It was a pleasure".
We never got another night alone together after that first miracle but she did often drop in for an hour or two after school. So I got to know her delightful body rather well.
� aengus 2012
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