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Wednesday PM, November 29, 2000

A wildPager story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: bath1_2.txt
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Story_codes: M/f, cons.

Story_intro: 
  She had always been his favourite neice, but he had never seen her naked, until one day...

The Bath, ch 1-2

Written by Cuddler


       She came in crying.  She had lost her toy ring somewhere on the road where she had been playing.  He held her little nine-year-old body close to him comforting her.  "Don't worry', I'll find it for you.  The good uncle.  'But we have to wait until it stops raining,  and look at you...you are all soaked!'  She seemed to hesitate, waiting expectantly...?  'You had better take a bath'
     He removed her sodden winter coat and dropped it on the floor.  Then he led her to the bathroom, without any resistance on her part.  They reach the bathroom and go in. Now he begins to feel that familiar feeling of nervousness combined with high excitement.  'I'll run a nice bubble-bath for you.'  She smiles a bit nervously...Well it's now or never, he thinks.  'Honey, you better get undressed now ok?'  Smiling, she nods agreeably. She pulls off her T-shirt exposing her beautiful pre-teen torso: slightly perky little bumps for titties, and a slightly rounded little belly, made to be kissed...
      He decides to remain in the room, after all she needs help to hang up her clothes as she removes them right?
      She is a very pretty little girl.  Had always been his favourite.  Coal-dark hair and pale white skin with a few freckles scattered over the nose.  Adorable.  Intelligent mischevious dark eyes.
       She pulled off her socks.  Oh what pretty, delicately lickable little feet she had!  She had tight corduroy jeans on.  She undid the snap and zipper,  pulling them down and wiggling her little butt to help.  She kicks the pants to the side.  Now the little white panties...
        ( To be continued... )
  


Cuddler, 'the Bath', ch. 2

Story_codes: M/f neice, cons.

Story_intro: 
Now the concluding chapter of 'the Bath'...



    My cute 9 year-old neice now stood before me wearing only her white panties.  With a grin, she slipped them down.  She shyly turned away, facing the bath.  I gazed at the twin globes of her plump little pre-teen bottom.  How luscious!  She walked over to the bath and got in.  'Let me know when you need to be dried off', I said.
   'I'm ready' soon came her musical voice.  What an invitation!  I almost bounded into the room.  She had the towel wrapped around her, still dripping.  'OK let's get you dried off!'  I dried off her whole body and hair, feeling intoxicated being so close to a nude little girl for the first time.  Her body was so warm and sweet.  While drying her tummy, I glance down and see it.  The holy of holies.  Her pre-teen cunny was exquisite: the lips totally bald of course, puffy and pouty and wonderfully obscene.  My face was about 3 inches from it.  I knew I couldn't stop now.  I glanced up at her.  She was smiling and slightly nodding!  'Can I...' I began..."Yes' she whispered.
     I slowly moved my lips towards it, like receiving a sacrament.  I began gently kissing her cunny,  inhaling her little-girl fragrance.  I lost track of time, kissing her lips all over and licking.  I parted her slit and licked her pink clitty.  She loved it, moaning softly.  Reluctantly, I removed my face from her sex and gazed up at her 'Thank you..'  I whispered.  'It's OK', she answered dreamily.
   
   










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