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Archive-name: Family/niniece1.mf
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Archive-title: My Nice Nieces - Chapter 1


This story is ultimately about my nieces, Melinda and Marian.  We
started playing around sexually when Melinda was about seven or eight
years old and Marian was ...

But maybe I better start at the beginning ...

I had messed around with Melinda's and Marina's (my sister) when we were
both kids, and, although it had gotten pretty intense at times, in the
end it had just ended up being innocent fun.  So I guess Lucy, my sister,
never worried about what I would do with her daughters when she dropped them
off for me to babysit.  I've never told her that the girls and I have a sex
life together, but I suspect she knows and just doesn't care.

My sister Lucy was (and still is) 18 months older than me.  We started
playing with each other's privates when we shared the bathtub.  Looking
back on it, I guess it was our parents' poverty that got us started --
we shared a bathtub every night to cut down on the hot water bills.
Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but putting naked kids together in
a two-by-six bathtub after they're six years old seems to be asking for
self-guided anatomy explorations, if not outright trouble.

I can't remember who groped whose what first under the soapy water, but
I remember clearly how, around six years old, I became extremely interested
in what my sister had between her legs.  And maybe she was just as
interested in what I had.  Even before any hands-on exploration, I could
easily see she didn't have the dangling equipment I had, and I guess she
could see the differences pretty clearly as well.  At first, I was sorry
for her deficit, but my curious gaze soon revealed mysterious folds and
extra tissue where I had none.

I don't know why I didn't just ask her to let me see her pussy, but I
didn't.  For some reason, I came to believe that I might be able to
get her interested in giving a closer look at her pussy if I were to
show my prick to her whenever possible.  So that became my strategy.

Even as a six-year-old, I was able to get a boner, extending my skinny
little rod to about five quivering inches (I now have about nine inches
when hard).  I tried to make sure Lucy got a good look at my cock as I
washed it, sliding my hands all over it to make it stay hard and to give
myself those good feelings I had discovered.  It wasn't long before Lucy
was obviously staring as I kneeled in the tub between her spread legs to
rub my stiff little cock with a soapy fist.  I stared longingly at the
mysterious vertical fold between her chubby thighs as the "nice feeling"
ran through my body.  After a few days of this, Lucy reciprocated,
standing astraddle my legs to "wash" her crotch, moving the flaps and
curtains of skin this way and that so I got a good view.

One time, my mother got a good look at my stiff little stick too, when
she came in to get us out of the tub (my father never did that sort of
thing).  Looking back on it, it's clear that Mom was a real libertine,
because many women would have probably screamed, and surely would have
stopped the brother-sister baths right then and there, when they saw their
seven-year-old son stroking his meat between the legs of his nine-year-old
sister.  Far from stopping us, however, Mom sent Lucy off to bed while she
"finished" bathing me, giving my hard little prick and tiny balls an
exciting massage with her bare hand, pulling the loose skin up over the
gleaming head several times and smiling at my obvious discomfort and
embarassment.  After that episode, though, she knocked before entering
our bathroom.

Like I said, I don't have a precise memory of how my sister and I got
started with our bathtub sex-play, but we were soon hurrying through the
rest of our ablutions so we could continue our anatomical explorations.
So far as I can remember, we never spoke a word; we just touched and
rubbed the wet, soapy flesh -- both our own and each other's.

I have this vivid memory of Lucy about nine or ten years old, sitting on
the edge of the tub with her back against the wall, pulling her hairless
pussy lips wide and way up toward her belly and with her head canted all
the way forward so she could watch my hard little seven-year-old dick
flipping back and forth across the exposed nubbin of her bright red clit.

Speaking of her clit, I guess Lucy could get off back then, because she
would sometimes thrash around in the tub, almost sloshing water out, and
then collapse for a moment, breathing heavily.  But I never had much more
than a pleasant buzz in my prick until I was about ten years old.  I
started squirting cum just before I turned eleven, which is early, I guess.

Oh, yes, and both Lucy and I got off on exposing ourselves -- at first just
to each other, but later to others.  She would stand up in the tub and turn
her back to me, displaying her tight little butt and then bending over,
reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks to reveal the gleaming, wet flesh
of her pink asshole and her darker-pink pussy valley for me to fondle.  I
would show off by standing up in the tub and draping a wash-cloth over my
stiff little prick, making the shiny red head poke through the washcloth
like a ruddy monk peaking out of his cowl.

At our neighborhood pool, Lucy would show herself off by pulling down the
crotch of her swimming suit a little bit and then lying on her towel with
her legs splayed and her eyes almost-closed to see the effect on me and
on any other guys who might be around.  My friends giggled and pointed,
but I learned right then that lots of grown-up men were interested in
looking at my sister's underage pussy.  I even noticed my Dad glancing
hotly at his little daughter's exposed cunt!

When she was about eleven (and I was nine), my sister would bring her girl-
friends over to the house in the afternoon and we'd all go down the street
to a vacant lot, where Lucy would have me pull down my pants and show her
friends my stiff little peter (actually, by then it was probably six inches
long when hard).  The girls would giggle and stare, making me feel important
and powerful.  I guess that's why I still like to show little girls my hard
cock whenever I can safely get away with it.
--
Archive-name: Family/niniece2.mf
Archive-author: 
Archive-title: My Nice Nieces - Chapter 2


As I said earlier, this story is ultimately about me and my beautiful
young nieces, Melinda and Marian.  But first I need to tell you more
about my early sexual experiences with their mother, my sister ...

When she was about eleven (and I was about 9), my sister Lucy began to
develop breasts.  At first, of course, she just had tiny swelling nipples,
but pretty soon she grew impressive projecting towers -- at first mostly
nipple flesh, but then growing further to include some underlying tissue as
well.  By the time she was in the seventh grade, she had these two-inch cones
poking out under her tee-shirts like thimbles glued to her chest.  Maybe it's
because I played with them and sucked on them so much when they were growing,
but Lucy still has a nipple area which projects substantially from the curve
of her breast, even today, when her breasts are fully developed.

Naturally, I was educated in sexual matters the same way as all guys my
age -- by stealing peeks at Playboy, Gent and other such mags at the
nieghborhood 7-11 store.  So I was extremely interested in my sister's
tits, even if her mammary development lagged behind the centerfolds.
I immediately extended our bathtub anatomical explorations to soapy
tittie-massages, which Lucy seemed to enjoy.  Like the ridge at the
front of her pussy slit, my sister's tit-flesh reacted to my slippery
fingers by becoming somewhat rigid and resilient.  And, also like when
I rubbed her clit, the harder her nipple-tissue got, the more Lucy enjoyed
my manipulations, pressing her chest excitedly into my hands and breathing
deeply.

Unfortunately, it was Lucy's breast development which put an end to our
brother-sister bathing, years after you would think our parents would have
stopped it.  Although my Mom might never have separated us (she was more
interested in saving the hot water than avoiding the sexual contact), my
Dad vetoed it after seeing Lucy change her shirt one evening in front of
the ever-present TV.  After staring hungrily at the exciting outline of
the swollen nipples on his daughter's chest, Dad pronounced that Lucy
was "growing up" and it was time she stopped bathing with her little brother.

Denied our nightly opportunity for sexual groping, Lucy and I had to take
our gropes wherever we could find them.  When you're a horny pre-adolescent,
opportunities are everywhere, even if few of them are really secure.  So
my sister and I experimented with furtive rubbings of erectile flesh under
a blanket as we watched TV together, in our garage behind a stack of old
furniture, in the hall while watching through the upstairs window to make
sure our parents continued to work in the back yard, and deep in a thicket
of bushes in a vacant lot down the street.

Although the spontanaeity and danger of discovery lent their own spice to
these undercover explorations, they were far from leisurely.  The best
times were in my bed on the evenings when Lucy was supposed to be "baby-
sitting" me.  For fear that my parents might return unexpectedly, Lucy
would never disrobe; instead, she would wear an easy-access skirt (with
no panties) and a loose sweater (with no bra).  I, on the other hand,
would get totally naked, ready to slip beneath the covers and shinny
into my underpants should our parents come home early.

Hovering over my skinny, pink body, my sister would work on my crotch with
both hands, rubbing baby lotion all over my stiff little prick, manipulating
my hairless balls, running a finger over and into my sensitive anus, and
sending me through the roof with those quivering feelings that never
resolved themselves into a real orgasm until I was about eleven.

Far from lying there passively, I would rummage around under Lucy's clothes,
touching her cunt, rubbing her pussy lips together, and tugging at her
hardening nipples.  I learned to lick and suck those spongy cones until
they stood blood-engorged, quivering and wet.

Thinking about her developing titties reminds me of Lucy's friend Beth.
Beth was a redhead with that creamy white complexion and a sprinkling
of pale pink freckles across her nose.  My sister knew I had a crush on
Beth and enjoyed teasing me about it.  All that changed one morning when
Lucy returned from spending the night at Beth's house.  When we could be
alone, Lucy told me breathlessly that Beth had nearly raped her!

Lucy said Beth had gotten them both naked up in her bedroom and had just
about gone crazy, sucking on Lucy's tits and making Lucy suck on hers,
rubbing Lucy's clit until it was almost raw to the touch, and jabbing
a big plastic vibrator in her own cunt while Lucy watched.  As if this
weren't enough to drive me crazy with sex-soaked imagery, Lucy really
intrigued me when she told me Beth had these AMAZING tits, consisting
of inch-long projecting nipples atop half-orange mounds.

It took more that a little prodding, because Lucy was afraid Beth would
not be her friend if she knew that I knew about their sex-play.  I got
tired of waiting for my sister to break the ice and just walked up to
Beth in the lunchroom and told her I was dying to suck her tits.  At
first, I thought she would slap me, but ultimately, she just patted me
on the cheek and walked away.  After talking to Lucy, though, and hearing
that I was sexually knowledgeable, Beth was willing to let me accompany
Lucy to her house after school one day.  Once there, we had a soda, listened
to some records, and eventually got Beth to raise her sweater and let me
and Lucy lick and suck a long, stiff nipple apiece, while Beth's fingers
made wet noises inside her underwear.

As the years went by, Lucy and I progressed to sucking each other off,
and that went on into our late adolescence, when she or I would come back
from a date horny and unsatisfied.  My sister had the greatest mouth I ever
fucked and she told me she enjoyed the tongue-lashings I would give her.

For some reason, Lucy and I never fucked.  Maybe it was some kind of
rudimentary incest taboo.  But when she got married, my dick and I were
in mourning for six months.

Years after she had married and left home and I was in college, Lucy
teased me about my womanless estate, giving me flashes of her tits and
crotch when her husband wasn't around and teasing me about my resulting
hard-on.  I usually enjoyed these little games too, because my sister
was one great looking woman.  A glimpse of her bulging breast or one of
her long nipples was generally enough to supply me with fantasy material
for a good masturbation session later that evening back in my dorm room.

Then, one hot, South Florida afternoon, my sister's teasing drove me over
the edge.  Lucy was about six months pregnant with the baby who would
become my neice and sex-toy, Melissa.  Lucy wearing one of her husband's
old V-neck tee-shirts and a pair of tight athletic shorts.  From the
outline of her pregnancy-enlarged breasts beneath the thin cotton and
the way those shorts displayed the crack below her swollen tummy, I knew
she was wearing nothing else.

With a half-smile that showed she knew exactly what she was doing, my
sister interrupted our conversation in her living room to bend forward
again and again to pick up her drink from the floor, allowing the shirt
to drop away and reveal her swollen, dangling breasts.

After my second beer, something snapped inside me.  When Lucy next bent
forward and looked up to make sure I was watching her display, she gulped
in amazement, as I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and extracted my rigid nine-
inch cock.  With my sister hotly watching my every move, I slowly jerked
myself off in the middle of her living room carpet, finally squirting
rivers of cum while staring her straight in the eye.

I know Lucy felt sorry for me.  And I know the sight of her brother's
throbbing, ejaculating meat made her hot as blazes.  I could see her nipples
knot beneath her thin tee-shirt and I could see the damp spot spreading in
the crotch of her shorts.  With my half-hard, dripping cock still hanging
from my fly, I stood up and stepped in front of her as she sprawled on
the couch.  As her eyes widened, I reached slowly into the top of my
brother-in-law's shirt to grasp my sister's projecting nipples.  As my
fingers closed on her quivering tit-flesh, Lucy moaned in defeat, darting
her head forward to engulf the slimy end of my big cock.

Within a half-minute, I had her stripped and reversed on the couch, with
her head dangling backward off the seat so I could thrust my dick deep down
her throat.  Her hips were against the back of the couch, elevating her
cunt to a height where I could easily lean forward to savage her gaping
slit with my mouth.  Supporting myself with one hand, I used the other to
tweak her swollen nipples, lashing her clitoris repeatedly with the raspy
surface of my tongue.

It was like we were teenagers again, as I gushed my second orgasm deep into
my sister's gullet while biting her pussy lips as she thrashed into a
continuous stream of climaxes beneath me.

From that day onward, we resumed our incestuous relationship.  And I became
somewhat more accepting of her marriage.  Of course, if I'd known then that
her marriage would produce my hot little neices, Melissa and Marian, I would
have cheered!
--
Archive-name: Family/niniece3.mf
Archive-author: 
Archive-title: My Nice Nieces - Chapter 3


Maybe it's because of my pre-teen sexual adventures with my
sister, but I've always been turned on by little girls.  And I
mean really young children.  I chose my apartment at least in
part because its second-floor window overlooks the playground of
a Catholic girls school.  I made sure I have a clear view of the
playing fields, so I can eat my lunch on the balcony and watch
little girls carelessly display their bare legs and filmy
underpants while they clamber around the playground equipment
just below.  But I also took care to select the specific unit
from which the upper windows of the school's athletic dressing
rooms are accessible to my high-powered telescope and camera
equipment.

It's not that I'm oblivious to the charms of older women.  I date
(and fuck) grown women and don't expect them to dress in a school
uniform to turn me on. I naturally enjoy the flashes of thigh I
see when the "older" schoolgirls (13-17 years old) are playing on
the field, nor do I turn away from the sight of their developing
breasts as they change in and out of their phys ed uniforms. 
But, for whatever reason, as the years have gone on, I find my
biggest cock-stiffening thrills come when I gaze through my
binoculars at the cotton-clad crotches and just-developing chests
of girls in the 6-12 age range.

No matter how tight the deadline of the magazine article I'm
writing, I almost always make sure I'm available to observe the
beginning and end of the primary grade physical education
classes.  Unlike many more "modern" schools, St. Anthony's School
for Girls insists on every child participating in physical
education.  And, just as the school requires every girl to wear a
school uniform (plaid skirt or jumper and a white blouse), it
also requires each girl to wear a gym "uniform" (white tee-shirt
and white shorts) to phys-ed class.  For twenty minutes or so
(from 10 minutes before class end to 10 minutes after class
beginning), the dressing area I survey is crammed with little
girls in various stages of undress.

Using an alarm clock to give me plenty of time, I position my
telescope well back from the window and carefully focus it on the
window which provides me a view of a part of the shower and
dressing area.  When I can see into the dressing area clearly, I
have a nice view of a part of the shower under two shower heads,
the area around three sinks (and mirrors) and half of a row of
lockers.  Most of the year, here in south Florida, the window I
peer through stays open to release the steam.  However, I have
come to hate the hottest days even more than my neighbors,
because the dressing room windows are closed to keep the air
conditioning in and the steam from the showers condenses on the
windows and obscures my view.

In addition to my telescope and binoculars, I have invested in
some serious telephoto camera equipment, allowing me to build up
an awe-inspiring stash of photographs of naked and near-naked
underaged girls.  Of course, that's not the sort of photo you can
get developed at the neighborhood "FotoMat," so I have my own
darkroom in my apartment.  I also take photos of tropical birds
in the trees and bushes that surround my apartment complex,
developing them myself.  I have even won a prize or two in local
photography contests!  It's an excellent cover for my real
photographic interest.

Here's my phys ed observation routine: when the alarm goes off, I
step quickly to the window to make sure the visibility will allow
high-quality photography.  Within a minute or so, I have my
camera set up and my binoculars focused on the shower area.  As
the girls file in, I move quickly between binoculars and camera,
spotting a promising photo target, lining up a shot or two when
she's partly or wholly nude, and picking out another target while
the twenty or so young girls take showers and get dressed.

A good session will yield twenty snapshots; a poor one only one
or two.  Over a normal day, I'll take more than a hundred. 
Later, with my door carefully locked, I'll develop the film and
review the results.  I've sprayed my sperm over many a "contact-
sheet" (direct prints of the 35mm negatives, with no blow-up),
but it's only the most spectacular shots which make it into my
secret photo album.

You see, I've lived by this school for six years now, so I would
be awash in photos of naked children.  But I only keep the most
beautiful and exciting photographs.  I enlarge, crop and mount
each photo carefully in an album carefully locked in a safe in my
closet.  Although it sometimes almost breaks my heart, I shred
the proof sheets and negatives of less-successful photos so I can
be sure incriminating evidence of my hobby is carefully locked
away.

Over the years, I've developed my own specialized standards of a
truly exciting little girl photo.  In truth, the sight of any
hairless pussy or the waggling, narrow butt of a prepubescent
girlchild are enough to stiffen my cock.  But, for maximum long-
term enjoyment, I preserve only the rare and unusual photos. 
Shooting up to a hundred frames a day, I manage to capture some
sights you might not believe actually take place in a Catholic
girls school locker room.  These special moments may only happen
once a month; and I surely miss most of them.  But my aim is to
make very special photographs --of young girls touching
themselves between the legs, of young teenage girls pinching or
playing with their budding breasts and nipples, and of girls
touching each other sexually.

It's interesting how different youngsters behave in a crowd. 
Even in a group of seven-year-old second-graders, a few will be
body-shy, wrapping themselves in a towel as soon as they step out
of the shower, stepping quickly into their underwear to get
dressed, and spending as little time nude as possible.  Others,
even when they're 17 or 18 years old, with bodies worthy of
centerfolds, seem to be totally oblivious to their nudity,
brushing their hair or chatting with their friends as if they
were standing on a street corner.  Of course, in one sense, my
favorites are those who give me lots of opportunities to
photograph their nakedness.  But I also enjoy getting a rare shot
of one of the shy ones in an unprotected moment.

Let me describe two of my favorite photos, so you can understand
the type of shot that makes it into my album:

1. In a blow-up that preserves the feeling and focus of a posed
   shot, an absolutely gorgeous little girl, about ten years old,
   sits on a dark green bench in front of her steel-gray locker,
   her wet auburn hair in ropes across her creamy white
   shoulders.  Her pale-pink nipples are just pouting swellings
   on her chest, only apparent because of the angled glare of
   overhead fluorescent lights.  Although she was one of the
   "shy" girls, habitually covering her undeveloped body from the
   view of her classmates, this photo catches her in an unguarded
   moment of extreme, if unintended, sensuality.  One of her feet
   is on the floor and the other is on the bench beside her,
   revealing the details of her upturned hairless crotch.  She is
   looking over her shoulder and away from the camera, to make
   sure no one in the dressing room notices what she is about to
   do.  With one hand, she holds the gleaming, flushed-pink
   petals of her damp pussy wide; in the other hand, she holds a
   white towel.  She is about to wipe her moist cunt slot, but I
   have captured on film the fractional moment when she appears
   to be opening her virginal pussylips just for me.

2. In a playful and colorful snapshot, two twelve-year old best
   friends -- one blonde and one brunette -- stand side-by-side
   but alone in the dressing room, having lagged behind while
   others have scurried off to class.  In front of the mirror,
   they pose, holding their white blouses open, their
   insubstantial bras pushed up above their pale, developing
   breasts, contrasting with their Florida-brown stomachs and
   chests.  With exaggerated Madonna pouts on their round faces,
   they push on the outsides of their little preteen boobies,
   creating cleavage where none will appear naturally for several
   years.  Glowing in the glare of the incandescent bulbs over
   the sinks, the blonde's pink nipples contrast excitingly with
   the reddish nipples of her brunette friend.  Although the
   display is totally unselfconscious and only unintentionally
   sexual, it gives me a powerful voyeuristic thrill to see these
   developing children touch and expose themselves.

On the weekends, without live voyeuristic material available, I
generally content myself with masturbatory sessions, reviewing
the week's photos and producing carefully-cropped blow-ups of any
"keepers" for my album.  When my writing deadline pressures are
minimal, I sometimes drive to a nearby beach area to take
naturalist photos -- one tropical bird for every twenty kiddy
crotches.  With a telephoto lens, it's relatively easy to get
snapshots of little girls changing into and out of swimming
suits.  In fact, if you're willing to wait long enough, you can
capture some pretty anatomical shots of girls as old as twelve or
thirteen pulling their suits (and their pussylips) aside to get
the sand out of their little slits.

But the sand and salt air wreak havoc with my expensive camera
equipment, so I used to do this as seldom as my gonads would
permit.  Then one day I stumbled across something that has given
me a new weekend mission.

About a year ago, while taking my weekly "exercise-even-if-it's-
really-too-hot-and-humid-to-do-anything-but-drink-a-beer" walk in
a nearby park, I came to a hill which once overlooked a lovely
wild area.  Like so much of southern Florida, however, the view
now featured a littered mobile home park.  As usual, my immediate
thought was that, once moved from the factory to this site, none
of these flimsy boxes was ever again going to be "mobile."  I was
about to continue my stroll when I spotted the flash of naked
flesh in one of the fenced "back yards" that abutted many of the
trailers.

Using my ever-present binoculars, I immediately confirmed that
three children -- apparently of Central American Indian heritage
-- were playing unclothed in the family compound.  By walking
another 50 yards along the park path, then working my way through
some light undergrowth, I managed to find a sheltered spot, from
which I could see the small back yard clearly but could not be
seen from the park above.

There were two girls and a boy playing in a rain puddle in the
middle of a packed-dirt square.  A skinny dog dozing in one
corner of the yard explained the fence.  The boy looked about
five or six years old.  The girls were older, but neither was yet
ten -- perhaps they were seven and nine years old.

I expected to see a few glimpses of chubby, hairless pussy and be
on my way.  However, when I focussed my binoculars on the
children's crotches, I was excited to see each of them playing
with themselves!  Squatting around the puddle of water, in that
impossible posture that only children and third-world adults can
perform, each child was playing with his/her own privates and
watching the others hotly.  I couldn't believe what I had
stumbled across!  My cock began to elongate as the older girl
reached a muddy hand to her brother's crotch to tickle his
quivering little boner.  The younger girl's cunt was hidden by my
viewing angle, but the older one's was clearly visible, though
her own little fingers continually obscured my view.

The mystery of why children so young should be engaging in such
overt sex play was cleared up almost immediately.  The children
turned their heads toward the trailer, in response to a sound I
couldn't hear.  When I moved my binoculars to focus on the
trailer, I saw a young man, about sixteen years old, step down
onto the concrete-block step and into the yard.  His Latino
appearance was unsurprising in a south Florida trailer park.  He
might have been a neighbor, but I suspected he was an older
brother, responsible for caring for his younger siblings while
both his parents worked.

As the young man stepped into the shade next to the trailer, his
brother and sisters hurried to him.  Before sitting down in a
makeshift chair of towels and blankets spread over an amorphous
mass of junk, the older brother casually opened his trousers and
extracted a stiffening penis! As he reclined on his junk pile
like a rajah on his throne, his younger siblings moved rapidly to
bring him to full erection.

Although my view was pleasantly blocked by squirming naked
bodies, I could tell that the three younger children were rubbing
their brother's dick and manipulating his testicles.  I expected
to see them complete the job by masturbating him to ejaculation,
but I was in for an even bigger surprise.

In just a few moments, he began to lift the older girl onto his
lap.  She clambered into position, leaning back on his chest and
putting her feet on the outside of his thighs.  Her brother and
sister helped her get into position and began to spit on their
hands to lubricate their brother's six inches of twitching man-
meat.  When her open, hairless pussy was positioned above her
brother's wet cock, the little girl slowly lowered herself onto
it!  As I watched in astonishment, this nine-year-old child
impaled herself on an adult penis and began to bounce up and
down.

Exciting as this sight was, my heart nearly stopped when I moved
my binoculars to refocus on the other children.  The five-year-
old boy was fucking his other sister!  I longed for my super-
telephoto lens, since my binoculars just didn't reveal enough
detail.  The tiny little girl was bent forward and the little boy
was humping her from behind.  I couldn't decide which was more
exciting -- the nine-year-old fucking herself with an adult's
cock or the hairless connection of the two younger children.

Extracting my painfully hard cock from my pants, I stroked myself
to a blinding orgasm just as the older boy grabbed his sister
around the waist and began to slam her down on his cock,
evidently getting his rocks off a few moments after me.  As I
squeezed the final drops from my own dick, the nine-year-old
stood to allow her brother's cock to retract from her child's
pussy.

The younger girl quickly moved to play with her older brother's
wilting penis, leaving her five-year-old brother standing nearby
with a tiny little hard-on.  It appeared to me as though the
seven-year-old girl wanted to take her sister's place!  But the
teenager was not interested, although I could see that he stuck
one of his fingers entirely inside his younger sister's pussy
while she rubbed his slime-covered cock.

Though I returned many times to my hiding place to observe this
family --and extended my search to other low-income trailer parks
-- I never again saw such a performance.
--
Archive-name: Family/niniece4.mf
Archive-author: 
Archive-title: My Nice Nieces - Chapter 4


My adult involvement with kiddie sex was pretty much limited to
voyeurism until one day about three years ago, when my fondest
dreams began to come true.

As a professional author and an amateur photographer, I have to keep
certain important items well-organized and readily-available.  The
chemicals and supplies in my darkroom are clearly labeled and safely
stored.  My hard disk is backed up regularly and the backups are
stored in my rented storage shed.  But I am generally a slob.  My
clothes tend to end up piled, rather than hung, and my bed develops
a nest-like appearance as the week wears on.  Although I love to cook,
I hate to clean up my cooking, so preparing a wonderful Thai meal is
almost not worth it unless I can figure out where to get a disposable wok.

Maria, my cleaning lady, is the only way I am able to survive, without
being buried in a mountain of junk.  She arrives every Thursday
afternoon to do battle with the bathroom floor, the bedroom mounds of
clothing and the kitchen sink of dishes.  She washes, irons, and
generally works miracles.  To avoid interfering with her magic, I stay
out of her way, often leaving the apartment for an hour or two.

Understand -- I worship Maria.  Like all the best professionals, she does
the work she gets paid for, she does it well, and she does it rapidly.
A Cuban, she doesn't speak English very well, but that works out fine
because I don't speak Spanish (or Cuban) very well either.  A proletarian
chunk of female, Maria doesn't appeal to my prurient interests, though
she clearly has an impressive pair of breasts attached to her squat frame.

I never knew anything about Maria's private life until the fateful day
she found my photo album...

It was a Thursday, but I had been up all night, working on a story that had
to be emailed to New York to meet a deadline.  Utterly exhausted, I had
fallen into bed at 9 AM.  When Maria rang the bell a little after noon,
I stuffed myself into some sweatpants and stumbled to the door to admit her.
Mumbling something half-coherent (and neither English nor Spanish), I
ricocheted off the walls and into the bathroom for a quick shower and shave.

It wasn't until I had been in the shower for several minutes that it dawned
on me -- after putting a new photo in last night, I hadn't stashed my photo
album in the safe!  Now, since 1980, possession of my little cache of
snapshots was enough to land you in Federal prison, no matter how harmless
a hobby it was.  So I jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my
middle, and high-tailed it for the bedroom.  As I rounded the corner, my
heart sank, for Maria had my album open on the bed, bending over it to
examine my handiwork.

My heart stopped and I stammered to explain, in a way that would bridge the
language gap and stop her from having me imprisoned.  But Maria smiled
warmly at me and my protest sputtered to a confused halt.  After telling me
she thought my photos were "very pretty," she told me she used to pose for
photos such as these in Ybor City, the Cuban section of Tampa.  She
understood that some men liked to look at little girls and even touch them,
and she seemed to see nothing wrong with it, so long as the girls were safe.

As my heart slowed to sub-light speed, Maria looked at me slyly and asked
if I ever did more than "take the pictures."  When I hurriedly assured her
I had never molested any of these girls, she surprised me with a little
frown.  Then she asked me if I wanted to "touch a girl."  With my heart
hammering in my chest again, I ventured a tentative nod.  Maria rewarded
me with a huge smile, featuring a gold-rimmed bicuspid on the upper right.

"You touch my Rosa," she said with assurance.  And then she totally floored
me by saying, "Only fifty dollars."

After some roundabout discussion in Spanglish, I agreed to provide a
much-needed supplement to Maria's cleaning wages, in return for an hour
or so of access to "her Rosa," who I understood to be her eight-year-old
daughter (at least I hoped "ocho" was eight and not eighteen or eighty).

As if I weren't already leery of the plan, Maria had one final requirement
that gave me pause -- she insisted she had to be present while I played
with her daughter.  "In for a penny, in for a pound," I figured, so I
reluctantly agreed.  Even with her mother present, the opportunity to get my
hands on a girlchild was too tempting to pass up.

On Saturday at 10, I was showered and shaved when the doorbell rang.  When
I opened the door, Maria stepped in and turned to allow her daughter to
meet me.  I almost called it off right then, because Rosa looked impossibly
young -- maybe five instead of eight.  Her dark eyes shone cautiously from
beneath jet-black bangs.  Her shoulder-length hair was gathered in two
pigtails, high on her head.  She wore a simple, knee-length red dress,
with little white socks and tennis shoes.

Speaking softly in Spanish, Maria introduced me to young Rosa.  I
impulsively took the child's hand and bowed low to plant a kiss on the
back of it hand.  This silly gesture broke the ice, as Rosa and her
mother giggled delightedly.

When I asked, in my broken Spanish, if they wanted a cold drink, Maria
became all-business.

"No," she said.  "You pay for touching Rosa.  You touch Rosa."  Speaking
again inaudibly to her daughter, she led her to the center of my living
room and began to unbutton the front of her tiny dress.

"Wait," I gasped.  "Let me do that."

Smiling with understanding, Maria stepped aside, gesturing that I should
take her place.  Once again, little Rosa turned her trusting eyes to me.
Kneeling before the child, I reached out to caress her.  Moving slowly,
I touched her shiny hair, cupped the creamy flesh of her tiny chin and
ran my hands down her bare arms.  Continuing the motion down the outsides
of her dress, I reached flesh again below the hem, stroking her bare
legs from knee to ankle, all the while maintaining eye contact.  Rosa
seemed to accept my touches, perhaps supported by the continued Spanish
murmurings from her mother nearby.

With my hear pounding so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear, I
reversed my caress on Rosa's bare legs, reaching behind her calves to
stroke slowly up to the forbidden little-girl area hidden by her skirt.
As my big hands progressed toward the top of her thighs in the back, I
could see a hint of confusion in Rosa's eyes.  Glad that she was not
afraid of me, I reached the beginnings of her panties.  From the softness
of the fabric, I could tell they were cotton, with elastic around the
legs; but her underpants fit snuggly around her firm little buttocks,
allowing me to feel the tight musculature there as my hands reached a
stopping point.

My heart was hammering in my chest and my dick was uncurling in my lap.
I was dying to yank this little girl's underpants off and bury my face
in the bald split of her naked, eight-year-old crotch.  But I wanted to
make this last.

Still gazing calmly into her eyes, I extracted my hands from under her skirt
and continued the unbuttoning her mother had begun.  As the dress parted
at her chest to reveal the pale stripe caused by the top of her swimming
suit, I became painfully aware that my cock was interrupted in its attempt
to stiffen down my leg.  When I used one of my hands to rearrange my
underwear and give my nine-incher room to grow, Rosa's eyes followed my
motion.  A blush colored her olive complexion as she realized what I was
doing.  I smiled gently at her discomfort, but her mother apparently
called her attention to the condition of my member, because she looked
down again and blushed more deeply.

Returning to undressing my little Latina lover, I pushed the fabric off
her tiny shoulders, pulling the sleeves off her arms until the dress was
a red puddle around her ankles.  Her plain-white underpants hugged her
skinny hips and pouched formlessly around her crotch.

I noticed some goose-bumps on Rosa's upper arms as the cool breeze of my
air conditioning washed across her near-naked body.  But I also noticed
her brown-pink nipples remained merely circles on the pale band across
her suntanned chest, their failure to stiffen confirming just how immature
Rosa really was.

I was startled out of my lusty contemplation by the voice of Rosa's mother.

"Can I take him out?" Maria said, in her fractured English.  By her
gesture at my crotch, she made it clear that she was offering to extract
my cock for her little daughter to see.  I was startled, because I hadn't
expected to have any sexual contact with my chunky cleaning lady.  But
the idea of a mother showing my penis to her tiny daughter was so exciting
I felt my cock quake.

"Sure, go ahead," I said, standing from my kneeling position to give her
easy access to my fly.

Standing carefully to one side, so her daughter could observe everything,
Maria unzipped my pants and reached inside.  As she moved close, I felt
the soft mass of her large breast press into my side.

In a moment, I felt Maria's warm hand wrap around the throbbing, fleshy
pillar extending down my leg.  She measured it with successive grabs down
its length.  Whispering Spanish in an awe-struck voice to her little girl,
Maria realized she would have to unfasten my trousers fully to release
the beast within.

It excited me tremendously to see this eight-year-old child, clad only
in her underpants, lean unselfconciously forward in fascination as her
mother pulled my blood-filled prick into the open.  Babbling excitedly,
Maria ran her hands over the nine-inch length of my cock, reaching below
the surging rod to extract my balls for her daughter's education.

To my utter and complete delight, mother reached out to daughter, drawing
the child closer and pulling her hand into contact with my raging hard-on.
Wearing only her socks, shoes and cotton underpants, the little Cuban beauty
followed her mother's lead, gently touching my balls and trying to wrap her
hand around my massive shaft.

I became aware that Maria was breathing more heavily.  She was pressing her
breasts against me.  Her manipulations of my cock were becoming distinctly
masturbatory, putting me in immediate danger of spewing a huge load of
sperm all over my carpet and my guests.

"Let's get back to Rosa," I said, reaching down to remove both sets of hands
from my equipment.
--
Archive-name: Family/niniece5.mf
Archive-author: 
Archive-title: My Nice Nieces - Chapter 5


So there I stood, in the middle of my living room, with my pants around my
thighs and my throbbing cock bobbing twenty inches from the nose of my
Cuban cleaning lady's nearly-nude eight-year-old-daughter...

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      (You DID read the first four chapters, didn't you?)

As Maria, my cleaning lady, reluctantly released her practiced hold on
my twitching prick, I knelt again before Rosa, her little daughter.
Once more, the second-grader looked into my eyes in a trusting way.
But her gaze quickly returned to the thick, vein-covered rod extending
from the hairy nest at the bottom of my belly and drooping under its
own weight to point right at her cotton-covered crotch.

The blood was pounding in my head as I reached slowly for the waistband
of Rosa's little-girl underpants.  Prolonging the event as long as
possible, I reached around and ran my hands under the elastic at the
back, rubbing the round bubbles of her tight little buttocks.  I let
my fingers reach between the mounds to savor the feeling of childflesh
pressing together around my fingertips.  Tiny Rosa responded by
shuffling forward an inch or two and reaching out for my engorged
organ, whose swollen and dripping head was only inches from her stomach.

"No, honey," I groaned.  "If you touch me, I'll cum."  Maria translated
rapidly for her daughter, but I suppose she understood "no," because she
withdrew her hand rapidly.

I was ready now to complete stage one of my favorite masturbatory fantasy:
stripping the cotton panties off an underaged girl.

Before I could lower her panties, however, a stream of Spanish from my left
caused me to look again at Maria.  She must have been explaining her actions
to her daughter because I was treated to the hot sight of my chunky, thirty-
year-old cleaning woman giving herself up totally to her sexual needs.  She
lay sprawled on my couch, her cheap dress hiked around her hips and unbuttoned
to her waist.  One of her hands rummaged inside the crotch of her filmy
underpants while the other flicked the dark-brown, rubbery flesh that crowned
her exposed large, soft breasts.  Her eyes were glued on my nine-inch cock,
whose drooling head was only centimeters from her daughter's pussy.  When
she saw me looking at her, she spread her legs wider, jammed what looked
like three fingers deep into her cunt and groaned at me, in her Spanglish
patois, "Take off Rosa panties."

This was even better than I could have hoped for, I thought.  It now looked
like I would have somewhere to park my cock, since the idea of tearing some
little girl's cunt apart with my big prick has never excited me.

Returning to the task at hand and obeying the little girl's mother, I
looked again into Rosa's eyes.  They were wide with amazement, flicking
back and forth between her mother's lewd display and the mass of flesh
I was waving at her.  As she felt me begin to lower her underpants, she
looked again into my eyes.  Giving her a big grin to reassure her, I let
my gaze travel down her undeveloped torso to the bare vulvar triangle being
revealed.

As it had her chest, her two-piece bathing suit had left the area around
Rosa's hips an exciting white, in contrast to her dark brown Cuban tan.
As I moved the stip of panties halfway down her thighs, I focused on the
mysterious fold of flesh revealed at the junction of her thighs and crotch.
As in all such little girls, there was no hint of the inner lips evident.
Nonetheless, my cock gave a mighty heave and pre-coital liquid dripped
from the end, just from the idea of having a naked eight-year-old female
standing so willingly before me.

I sat back to admire the sexy sight and Maria jabbered some orders to her
daughter.  I nearly squirted my load all over the tiny girl right then.
Undoubtedly in response to her mother's direction, Rosa put her thumb in
her mouth and moved her feet apart about eight inches.  With the wadded
band of her cotton panties stretched across her thighs, the twin folds of
her hairless pussy now revealed between her legs, and her thumb in her
mouth, Rosa was every child-lover's dream vision.

I became aware that my own half-lowered trousers were cutting off circulation
in my legs.  So, joining my female guests, I quickly shed my clothes.
Though little Rosa was only paying attention to my big cock, I could tell
that her mother also appreciated the chest and stomach I worked so hard over.
By now, Rosa's mother's underpants were a sopping mess, and her widespread
thighs shone with the moisture she was pulling out of her cunt with every
pistoning plunge of her fist.  The ends of both her breasts were red from
the rough treatment she was giving her nipples, twisting them viciously
while staring bug-eyed at the mind-blowing vision of her eight-year-old
daughter being undressed by a man with a dick the size of a large salami.

I quickly pulled Rosa's underpants the rest of the way down and then held
her hand as she stepped daintily out of them.  I wordlessly led her to the
couch where her mother lay sprawled.  Positioning the little girl's butt on
the couch's back, I spread her legs above her mother's head, leaning forward
to bring my swinging shaft into position near the older woman's crotch.

With a whimper, Rosa's mother grabbed my drooling cock, yanked aside her
panties, and stuffed my dick into her sopping cunt, groaning as I hunched
my hips forward to drive six inches of thick cockmeat into her at once.

"Mas, mas, mas," she mumbled, begging me to give her more.  With another
thrust of my hips, I felt my cockhead settle against Maria's cervix,
leaving about two inches still outside.

Little Rosa sat quietly on the ledge above her mother's head, but she was
staring wild-eyed at her mother getting plowed.  Keeping my cock still for
a moment, I leaned forward to kiss the tiny naked girl.  Having seen her
suck her thumb a few moments earlier, I wanted her to suck my tongue
before I licked her little pussy and asshole.

I began by kissing her gently on her cheeks, then her forehead.  Rosa's
eyes were wide with wonder.  I gave her a soft, gentle kiss on her lips,
but didn't give her any tongue at first.  Supporting myself on one hand,
I caressed the side of her face as I continued to plant tiny kisses all over
her face and head.  In contrast to that gentleness, I yanked my cock almost
all the way out of Maria and then jammed it back in, taking advantage of
my housekeeper's plentiful lubrication to gain another half-inch of depth.
Rosa could tell her mother was having a good time, and even I could tell
her Spanish muttering was almost all about how wonderful she felt.  I could
also tell Maria was climaxing almost continuously, because of the waves of
contractions I could feel along my dick.

Putting my hand behind the little girl's head, I insinuated my tongue into
her mouth.  As I expected, she didn't know what to do, so I playfully ran
my tongue all around the inside of her mouth, duelling with her tongue
in the process.  Using quick suction, I pulled her tongue into my own
mouth, sucking on it gently to give her the idea.  Then I returned my
tongue to her mouth and was rewarded with a quick suck on her part.
Pulling my mouth free, I encouraged her with "Si, Rosita."  When our
mouths joined again, she began enthusiastically to suck my tongue while
her mother's cunt nibbled at the base of my quivering penis.

The very idea of having an eight-year-old girl suck on my tongue while
I fucked her mother was so exciting that I could feel my cockhead swell
with an impending orgasm.  I suppressed the building ejaculatory pressure
with sheer mental energy, delaying the onset for a few more moments, so
I could get my tongue inside the little darling's tiny, undeveloped pussy.

I extracted my tongue and moved my mouth, with little osculatory smacks,
down Rosa's undeveloped chest, across her smooth tummy, and into the
vertical valley that began two inches below her navel.  Fastening my
mouth over the little girl's entire pussy area, I extended my tongue toward
the lower part of her vulvar split, dippling between her fat, hairless
lips to feel the undeveloped curtains of her inner lips.  Parting these
membranes, I allowed saliva to wet my tongue and her most secret tissues,
lubricating my intruding flesh to make its upward passage easier.

I suddenly became aware of a commotion beneath me, as Maria began to buck
wildly against my pelvis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone and forcing
the final inch of my cock deep within her.  Accompanied by a continual
stream of Spanish profanities, Rosa's mother was apparently in a constant
state of orgasm.  Her cock-milking pelvic motions drove me over the edge,
so I contributed further to her excitement by pumping jet after jet of
pent-up sperm deep into her spasming cunt-hole.  My groan was muffled by
the preteen pussy into which my mouth was buried.

As my head cleared a bit, I resumed the exciting work of lapping the
hairless pussy spread open before me.  I looked up little Rosa's
undeveloped body to see her child's face staring wide-eyed at the
spectacle of a grown-up man wildly licking her crotch.  When I raked
the rough surface of my tongue over the area that hid her little
clittie, I was rewarded by a startled look that sprang upon her face.
When I repeated the caress, she smiled shyly at me, indicating that,
while it might not be the turn-on it would be when she was a few years
older, it felt mighty nice.

My cock wilting in Maria's sopping snatch began to regain some starch
at the stimulating concept of giving this tiny child sexual pleasure.
But I became even more turned on by my next idea.  Removing my face
from the little girl's slick pussy, I pulled her hands to get her
to step down off the couch and stand beside me.  Rosa's mother was
lying motionless, with her legs spread wide and her cunt stuffed
full of my reinvigorating cock.  Holding Rosa's hand, I guided her
fingers to her mother's prominent clit, whose head was resting atop
my cock.

After only a few moments of instruction, Rosa understood that she
was to give her mother the type of pleasure she had just enjoyed.
Maria's eyes had opened when she felt the first touches on her
clit, and I feared she would stop her daughter from the incestuous
contact.  But I needn't have feared.  Maria was apparently insatiable.
Murmuring quietly to her daughter in Spanish, she began once more to
rock her hips back and forth, pistoning my rock-hard meat in and out
of her dripping hole.  Supplementing her daughter's clittoral
stimulation with renewed twisting and tugging at the rubbery ends of
her large breasts, Maria was just the sluttish image I wanted to
contrast so sexily with her girlish daughter.

Soon, Maria was once again in her own private world of sensation,
oblivious to me or her daughter.  Reaching down between Rosa's legs,
I stroked her schoolgirl pussy over and over, lubricating my fingers
with the juice of her mother's cunt, then reaching farther between
her little legs to touch and rub the tight rosebud of her asshole.
Far gone in my own coming orgasm, I knew I had to get little Rosa
ready for a special photo I had been dreaming of for years.

Jerking my throbbing dick from Maria's gripping tunnel, I shoved
Rosa onto her back on the couch beside her mother.  With one hand,
I arranged her limbs so I knelt between her widespread thighs, her
reddened vulva opened before me.  The temptation to jam my huge
cock into her tiny opening terrifed me.  With a few quick strokes,
I jerked myself off over her immature body, squirting and dripping
semen in creamy ropes across her chest, legs, and cunt.

With a grunt at mother and daughter to stay still, I ran to get my
camera.  Within minutes, I had shot an entire 36-shot roll, nearly
all of which were later enshrined in an entirely separate photo album,
providing me years of spine-shattering orgasms, stimulated half by
the memory of that afternoon and half by the endlessly fascinating
tableau of a fucked-out woman and her underage, cum-covered daughter.
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Archive-name: Family/niniece6.mf
Archive-author: 
Archive-title: My Nice Nieces - Chapter 6


After that never-to-be-forgotten morning with my cleaning woman Maria and
her young daughter Rosa, I thought I had enough child-loving to satisfy me
forever.  My dick felt wrung out like a wet dishrag.  And my libido was
almost as bruised.  After all, if the act of slamming your squirting cock
deep inside a hot Cuban woman while smearing her cunt juice into her eight-
year-old daughter's hairless pussy and asshole isn't enough, what would be?

But even an old fart like me recovers after a while.  Ten days later, I
found myself asking Maria if she and Rosa would like to earn another fifty
dollars.  When she agreed, I gave her some extra money to costume her
daughter to my taste.

Then I remembered how hot Maria had gotten while looking at my big dick and
watching me molest her little girl.  My cock began to stiffen at the memory
of her stuffing her fingers into her big wet cunt.  So I asked her if she
wanted to "warm up" without her daughter.  At first, because of the
language barrier, she didn't understand what I meant by "warm up;" but my
gesture at the lengthening tube of flesh in my lap illustrated the concept
I had in mind.  With a huge grin, she reached for me greedily.  Maria's
husband had left her years earlier and she was apparently sex-starved.

Within a minute, we were grappling on the couch, trying to grab, squeeze
and caress as much flesh as we could.  She had my pants open and was
stuffing the big head of my now-rigid nine-inch dick deep into the back of
her throat, jerking the loose flesh rapidly up and down the shaft and
squeezing my thick rod in excitement.

I wasn't far behind, reaching under her dress to yank her filmy panties out
of the way and shove two fingers into her hot, wet cunt.  She made it easy
for me by pulling her dress up to her waist and spreading her thighs wide
as she knelt to mouth my rod.  With my other hand, I rummaged in the front
of her dress, squirming my hand under buttons and elastic to release her
big boobs without disturbing her mouth action on my organ.

As she continued to lick my cock and suck my cockhead deep into the back of
her mouth, I could feel her female cavity heat up.  Pussy juice covered my
exploring hand.  I added a finger up her asshole and she grunted her
acceptance while giving my straining shaft an encouraging squeeze.  I
pulled on one big breast and then the other, pinching her rubbery nipples
into hard knots.

Maria responded in the best possible fashion.  She gagged slightly and then
rammed her mouth all the way onto my cock.  I thrilled as she admitted the
swollen head of my dick past the constriction at the top of her esophagus
and buried her nose in my pubic hair.  I was not only amazed, I was in
heaven at the tight, hot, wet sensation that enveloped the entire length of
my prong.

Although not joined genitally, we were truly fucking each other then.

As this hot Cuban bitch regurgitated my cock and swallowed it again, I
added pressure on the hard bud of her clit to the stimulation of my rapidly
pistoning fingers in her two nether holes.  I spread my fingers inside her
twat, twisting my wrist to give her more pleasure.  I mashed her swollen
nipples back into the soft flesh of her breasts.  Within a few moments, her
cunt and anus began rapid contractions on my fucking digits, communicating
her orgasmic status in a way her blocked throat could not.  Seconds
thereafter, I joined her, letting loose a torrent of sperm deep into her
throat, with jets that seemed to start deep in my guts and explode through
my throbbing cock like white-hot lava.

I was unquestionably delighted with the sexual outlet now offered by my
cleaning lady, but, pervert that I am, I still couldn't wait to get my
hands on her daughter again.

When I opened the door the next Saturday morning, I was gratified to see
that Maria had used the money I had given her to buy Rosa that Catholic
schoolgirl's uniform -- greed plaid jumper, white blouse, dark green knee
socks, and clean white tennis shoes (whatever happened to patent-leather
pumps and saddle oxfords?).  With her dark complexion, shiny black hair
gathered in two pigtails, and her dark, solemn eyes, Rosa looked exactly
like those barelegged Hispanic/Negro schoolgirls with flashing eyes and shy
giggles I had drooled over in Trinidad.

This time, I had my camera equipment, lights, and reflectors set up in my
bedroom, so I lost no time in settling the second-grader on my bed. I could
see that she had noticed my big, hard shaft as it shifted under my warm-
ups. I was glad that tiny Rosa apparently wasn't turned off by her earlier
experience of having my sperm squirted all over her nude body.  But I
wanted to do things at my own special pace, so I avoided the temptation to
whip out my big cock for her and her mother to ogle.

I posed Rosa under her mother's approving eyes, adjusted the lights, and
took exposure readings.  The first couple of shots were of a demure, eight-
year-old student at a Catholic girls school.  I even gave her one of my old
schoolbooks (chemistry, no less, though the title couldn't be seen).

Under my direction, Rosa rolled over on her stomach, allowing the short
plaid skirt to ride up almost to the bottom of her panties.  After a few
more establishing shots, I had her roll over on her side, hiking her school
skirt up in back and putting her hand inside her plain cotton underpants to
scratch her butt.  The action revealed a thin stripe of the untanned flesh
that contrasted so excitingly with her South Florida darkness.

The illusion of a young child unconsciously scratching an itch in the
privacy of her own bedroom was nearly perfect, except for the sound of my
labored breathing.

Between shots, little Rosa continued to look anxiously at my cock's
outline. And, when I glanced over at Maria, she raised her eyebrows
quizzically, as if to ask me when the sex with her daughter would begin. 
Once more, I temporarily stifled the overwhelming impulse to yank out my
throbbing cock and rub the drooling head dry on the petite second-grader's
widespread cotton-covered crotch under her mother's eyes.

However, as part of my plan to heighten the sexual tension in the room even
further, I told Maria to undress.  With a sly smile at me and a muttered
explanation in Spanish to her daughter, Maria began to shed her clothes. 
Once more, the flimsy dress opened to reveal her chunky Cuban figure, clad
in lingerie from Woolworth's.  In a few more moments, the cheap bra and
panties had been discarded to reveal her big, dangling breasts crowned with
ruddy brown erect nipples and the thick patch of black hair at the bottom
of her belly.

As the now-naked woman lay back into my big, roomy armchair there in the
bedroom, spreading her thighs slightly to allow herself easy access to the
steaming slit revealed between her thick dark cuntlips, the thick aroma of
ripe woman began to permeate my apartment.  Rosa glanced nervously back and
forth between me and Maria, perhaps waiting to see if I would again move
quickly to fuck her mother.  But I had a different idea this time.

With my prick quavering against the restraint of my warm-ups, I positioned
young Rosa into another pose.  She lay propped-up against the pillows at
the head of my bed, her knees up and her uniform skirt fallen back against
her waist.  As she "studied" the book in her lap, my camera caught image
after image of the soft labial folds between her thighs, sculpted in tight-
stretched cotton panties.  To add to my own excitement, I began to talk to
my young schoolgirl ...

"You look so beautiful lying there, reading your book, like you don't know
a grown-up with a big hard-on is staring at your sweet little pussy.  Now
reach down and touch yourself.  No, keep pretending to read the book. Oh,
that's great!  Reaching in from the side like that makes it look like
you're just scratching another itch.  Move your fingers back and forth so
your underpants get stuffed into your crack."

Wet sounds to my left drew my attention.  With eyes alarmingly wide and
fixed on the hot sight of me directing her daughter in naughty ways, Maria
was twisting viciously on the ends of her breasts while sluicing two and
then three fingers in and out of the dark pink tissue amidst the dark hairy
jungle at the junction of her thighs.  Her legs sprawled even wider.  The
sight of her young daughter pushing her underwear into her tiny pussy-crack
while an adult male watched was apparently as exciting to her as it was to
me.

Looking back at Rosa, I almost came in my pants!  Since I hadn't told her
to stop, she had continued to move her fingers back and forth, stuffing
more and more of her panties into the crevice of her underage pussy.  Now,
the pale, untanned flesh of her hairless crotch was excitingly framed by
her dark legs and the shroud of her schoolgirl skirt.  Her smooth second-
grade pussy lips were divided vertically by the wadded strip of cotton
underpants.  Bending quickly to my camera, I blasted off a half dozen quick
shots as the pale flesh of her young labia began to take on a blush from
the slight friction of the fabric being pushed between them.

"God, that's wonderful, Rosa!  Now pull your underpants over to one side so
you can show me your naked little pussy.  Go ahead and put down the book.
Now use both your hands to open yourself so I can see the insides.  Oh,
God, that's hot!  Now put one of your fingers inside yourself as far as you
can."

As I feared, and as my earlier explorations had suggested, her finger could
barely begin to penetrate her own petite vaginal canal.  But the sight of
her widespread vaginal crack as she pulled back her legs and tried to find
the right angle of attack for her digital penetration was stunningly sexy
to me.  After a few more quick photos, I gave in to my driving urges.

"Take your panties off and come over here and pull my pants down," I
grumbled at Rosa, my voice stressed by the sexual tension raging through my
body.  Obediently, my little Latin beauty scrambled rapidly off the bed,
reaching under her skirt to pull down her underpants.  She nearly tripped
over the band of cotton around her ankles, but she managed to kick them off
and hurry over to where I stood.

Rosa looked up to me for reassurance, beginning tentatively to reach for
the waistband of my warm-ups.

"It's ok, honey," I murmured.  "That's exactly what I want you to do.  I
want you to pull down my pants and look at my big hard dick.  I want you to
touch it, and rub it on your bare pussy, and jerk it and make it come."

JESUS!  Simply talking like that to an eight-year-old girl was almost
enough to empty my balls right there!

Rosa was certainly willing, because she started tugging and yanking to pull
the elasticized waistband below my rock-hard meat.  To do so, she had to
reach around behind me to pull the pants over my buns, pressing her
undeveloped chest against the hard bar of my hidden dick.  I just let her
do it, enjoying the illusion of a little schoolgirl struggling to reveal
the secret of masculine sexuality.  Finally, as she gave another tug on the
front of my warm-ups, they dropped to my ankles, letting my throbbing cock
swing upward slightly to point tremblingly at young Rosa's tummy.

Now that she had the business end of me out in the open, the tiny girl
didn't seem to know what to do.  With a stream of Spanish, her mother
apparently gave her some instructions.  A glance over at my sprawled
cleaning lady revealed a type of masturbation I had never seen before --
holding her cuntlips wide with one hand, Maria was literally jacking off
her clit; moving the tiny fleshy shroud rapidly up and down, revealing and
then hiding the bright-red head of her overstimulated clit.  Creamy goo
oozed from the bottom of the reddened hole that gaped beneath the frenzied
blur of her hand.

My attention was drawn again to the young girl before me as she touched my
straining prick with the gentlest imaginable touch.  Picking up my camera,
I got a quick close-up of the image of the little Catholic schoolgirl, her
skirt now hiding her naked crotch, as her tiny hands toyed with the swaying
column of flesh displayed lewdly only inches from her eyes.  I found it
particularly exciting to see the contrast between her soft, olive skin and
the angry red shine of my distended member.

Kneeling quickly, I lifted Rosa's skirt and positioned my cockhead at the
juncture of her legs, its bulbous mass pressing against the virginal
crevice of her hairless little cunny.  Leaning forward to give my little
second-grader a kiss, I drilled my drooling cock between her velvety
thighs.  Leaning back again and holding her skirt out of the way, I
thrilled at the sight and feel of my huge organ disappearing between those
second-grader legs, her petite hairless lips pushed in between her legs and
then pulled outward by my violent thrusts.

I knew I was dangerously close to orgasm, so I reluctantly withdrew,
holding Rosa's skirt high so her mother could get a good look at my nine
inches of hard dickmeat extracting itself from her daughter's second-grade
pussy-crease.  By now, my cleaning woman was apparently in a constant state
of orgasm, her hands manipulating every bit of flesh between her legs, her
pelvis undulating continually and her lubricants running down over her
asshole and onto my chair.

The sight of that lubricated asshole gave me the inspiration I was seeking. 
Stepping out of my pants and ripping off my shirt, I picked up little Rosa
and collapsed backward on the bed, burying my face under her skirt in the
slick valley of her hairless little pussy and leaving my straining penis
quivering against my belly.

Rosa bent forward to support herself on her hands, putting her face right
against the underside of my cock.  The little girl tentatively extended her
tongue to touch the pillar of manflesh inches from her nose.  As I felt
that second-grader tongue make contact with my throbbing dick, I buried my
own tongue in her tight pussy-hole as deeply as it would go.  With the tip
of my tongue, I rubbed across the curtain of her tiny hymen.  Feeling her
tiny cunt pinch down on my intruding tongue, I removed it and gave the
front of her petite vulva a lick that parted her hairless cuntlips and
mashed the button of her clit back into the flesh of her pussy.  Despite
her youth, I could tell Rosa enjoyed the feeling of having her clit licked,
because she groaned her pleasure and gave the underside of my dickhead
another wet lick.

Removing my head from beneath the young girl's skirt, I grunted for Maria
to come fuck herself in the ass with my dick.  I was afraid she would
hesitate because of the size, but she leaped up and almost bounded onto the
bed.  As I strained to see around her daughter's bare behind, the hot Cuban
bitch squatted over my midsection, levered my big cock into an upright
position and began to move her buttocks from side to side to spread her
anus over the swollen cockhead.  Little Rosa moved out of the way, putting
her hands on her mother's shoulders to support herself.

As I felt the head of my cock enter Maria's backside, I knew I didn't have
long to last before I blasted my jism deep into her bowels.  So I returned
to lapping the underage cunnie above me, treating myself to the unique feel
of hairless, eight-year-old pussylips parting before my exploring tongue. 
Just as I extended my oral explorations to Rosa's virginal butthole, my
prostate reached overload and began pumping seminal fluid into my cleaning
lady's asshole.  As she felt me begin to squirt my load, Maria leaned
forward to massage her clit for one more big orgasm, thereby increasing the
pressure on my penis and making my own orgasm nearly unbearable.  I
completed my own pleasure by burying my tongue deep into the second-
grader's bottom, raking the sensitive ring of her anus with the rough
surface of my tongue as I pistoned mother and daughter's bottoms
simultaneously.

As my shit-smeared cock popped out of Maria's bowels and she collapsed
sideways on the bed, I concentrated my tongue-action on tiny Rosa's
undeveloped clittie, licking it and sucking the entire area until I was
rewarded with her bouncing cooperation, culminating in jerky pelvic motions
and a stream Spanish appeals to Mother Mary.  I had given an eight-year-old
her first orgasm!


To be continued ...
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Archive-title: My Nice Nieces - Chapter 7


The preceding chapters more or less summarize the sordid (and sorta
exciting) history that led up to the day my sister Lucy started parking
her daughter Melissa with me.

From the day I began sitting with my little niece, my child-loving
progressed by leaps and bounds, binding me ever more tightly into the
bonds of my obsession.

I began to care for Melissa when she was only about nine months old.  Her
parents called on me whenever her mother needed to run a quick errand or
when they both wanted to go out and couldn't find (or couldn't afford) a
neighborhood sitter.

As I've explained, I write stories and articles for magazines and make
enough money that I can stay at home, write when I want to, read when I
want to, and generally goof off (or jack off) enough to take the edge off
the writing deadlines.  For my sister, that meant I was always available
to baby-sit, even though my apartment was a half-hour away from her
suburban home.

As you would expect from knowing my history, I played around sexually with
Melissa almost from the first time my sister left her with me for a couple
of hours.  It was just after 3 in the afternoon when Lucy first dropped
Melissa off with me, and I could barely wait for her to leave so I could
get my hands on my niece's petite pussy.

You see, I had just been watching a little Hispanic girl play on the bars
in the playground of the Catholic girls school next door, right below my
balcony.  That little girl, about seven years old, was a favorite of mine
because her mother didn't pick her up until about 4 pm, because she loved
to climb all over the playground equipment outside my window in a way that
repeatedly exposed her budding charms to my high-powered binoculars and my
long-lens cameras, and because her family's limited finances didn't allow
those ubiquitous over-the-underpants tights that frustrated me so much
with some of the other girls.  In fact, her underpants seemed to be hand-
me-downs, often oversized and therefore revealing.

She also reminded me of Rosa, my cleaning lady's daughter, to whom I still
had free access whenever I had fifty bucks to spare.  But spying on the
accidentally-revealed privates of an unsuspecting child was somehow still
pretty exciting to me.  With my high-powered binoculars, I had been able
to see inside the little girl's ill-fitting cotton underpants as she
squirmed upside down on the bars, her plaid schoolgirl skirt reversing to
give me a clear view inside the gaping leg-holes at her winking vaginal
slit.  The olive flesh between the child's thighs shone with perspiration,
showing me over and over again the gleaming folds of her hairless pussy.
My big cock was hard as stone.

I lost track of time as I watched the child play.  When my sister rang my
doorbell, I put down my binoculars and hurried to answer the door.  I know
Lucy saw how my rigid penis distended my pants, but she was in too much of
a hurry to even tease me about it.  I suppose she never considered that it
could signal a sexual interest in a child as young as her baby daughter. 
She rapidly reviewed the baby-sitting instructions, showed me where things
were in the diaper bag, gave Melissa a hurried kiss, and dashed off.

She was leaving her baby girl cradled in the arms of a man dying to rub
his swollen cockhead across those infant lips.

As soon as I was sure my sister had left, I took nine-month-old Melissa
quickly to my bedroom.  Talking quietly to her, I rapidly undressed her
and put her in the middle of my bed.  Then I carefully rubbed pink baby
lotion all over her; especially into her crotch.  Putting my face close, I
slowly explored the fat folds of her baby pussy and her bottom.  With my
thumbs, I gently spread the chubby outer lips of little Melissa's sex,
revealing the thin ribbons of flesh that made up her tiny inner lips and
the undeveloped area where her miniature clitoris now lay quietly, but
would someday stand proudly.  I also pushed her legs high to spread her
tiny buttocks, rubbing lotion carefully over and into her rosebud asshole.

Showing that she was truly "her mother's daughter," with my sister's
sensuous nature, Melissa gratified me by gladly accepting my illicit
caresses, cooing and chuckling as I touched her, making even more
pronounced sounds of pleasure as I probed at her tight bottom hole,
stroked up the slick surface of her vaginal valley and rubbed her
undeveloped clit area.

After a few minutes, I removed all my clothes and climbed on the bed
beside my infant niece, positioning my swollen prick right in front of her
infant eyes.  At first, I tried to get Melissa to lick or suck the
underside of my cock, but that didn't work; although babies will suck
nearly anything, I guess it has to fit in their mouths.  Taking a
different tack, I carefully spread baby lotion over the tight-stretched
flesh of my stiff prick.  Then, kneeling beside her on the bed, I put my
glistening cockmeat into Melissa's small, grasping hands.  Although there
was little direct stimulation in these touches, I relished the lascivious
sight of this tiny girl playing happily with my huge, blue-veined cock. 
As she touched my stone-hard penis, the drooling slime of my pre-cum
dripped from the end of my swollen cockhead onto her little chest.

All too soon, the excitement caused by watching the Hispanic girl earlier,
the touches of my naked niece, and my own fevered imagination became
simply too much.  I gave in to the roaring pressure in my prostate,
feverishly running my fist up and down my big, throbbing penis, inches
from little Melissa's face.  I thrilled at her wide-eyed look of
fascination as the monstrous piece of sexual manflesh was masturbated
before her innocent eyes.  

I found myself wishing right then that Melissa were a little older --
maybe five or six -- so she could understand fully what a sexy sight she
was seeing, even if she were grossed out by it.  I resolved that sometime
soon I would find a safe way to jerk myself off in front of a preschool
girl I would never see again, just to see the expression on her face.

As the wave of my orgasm washed over me, I ejaculated rivers of semen onto
my baby niece, being careful to avoid squirting my jism in her eyes.
Grabbing my camera, I rapidly took closeups of the incredibly sexy sight
of my sister's nine-month-old daughter, licking my thick cum off her lips.

Although my balls felt ready for another bout, I spent the rest of the
afternoon practicing my baby-sitting skills -- diapering, feeding,
rocking, and smiling at my niece's burbling chatter.  Later, after Lucy
picked Melissa up, I jerked myself off to another spine-splintering orgasm
as I stared excitedly at the proof-sheet of the half-dozen snapshots of my
tiny, cum-covered baby niece.

As the weeks and months went by, I came to care deeply for the baby girl
committed to my protection.  I bought a stroller so I could take Melissa
on walks in the park.  I bought all kinds of toys to entertain and educate
her.

This is not to say that I gave up sex with Melissa.  On the contrary, I
tried nearly every kind of sex play imaginable.  Of course, even in my
most demented state of sexual frenzy, I realized that stuffing my monster
cock in my baby niece would kill her.  But there were plenty of other
games we could play.  And play them we did...

I would lubricate Melissa's crotch area with baby lotion or vaseline and
then put her in my lap facing me, sliding her slippery pussy up and down
the underside of my cock until I ejaculated.  Melissa liked this game,
too, since the big vein on the bottom of my huge penis stroked her vulval
slit and stimulated her clitoral area.  Again, I found the contrast
between the angry red flesh of my inflamed cockmeat and the baby's soft,
pale flesh almost as exciting as the feelings surging through my loins. 
If my timing was right, I could sometimes get Melissa to grab the head of
my throbbing cock just as the orgasm surged through me, smearing my slimy
semen with her hands as it jetted from deep within me.

I would put honey, peanut butter or marshmallow cream on the underside of
my cockhead and let Melissa eat it off.  I taught her to keep licking when
my sperm became part of the mixture.  And I would return the favor,
licking her entire crotch area, to her obvious delight.

And I imagine my sister's little girl probably had the cleanest pussy of
any girl her age, since every bath was an opportunity for me to explore
her fat, hairless little crotch with my soapy fingers.

If Melissa was wearing a dress when her mother dropped her off, I would
remove her diaper right away and then photograph her naked little cunt
peeping from beneath her tiny skirt as she played on the carpet.  If she
was wearing some type of pants, I would take those off too, perhaps
dressing her instead in a frilly outfit I had bought so I could see the
fat lips of her hairless pussy as she crawled (and later walked) around my
apartment.

Until Melissa was toilet-trained, I kept her on a rubber mat to protect my
bed and carpets, but I also sometimes found it a turn-on to watch the
urine pour from her naked little notch.  In fact, one of my favorite
photos from that period shows Melissa about 15 months old, squatting in
that feet-flat-on-the-floor and butt-one-inch-from-the-carpet way that
only children and third-world natives can accomplish.  The camera lovingly
reveals every detail or her curly blonde hair, the dimples of her
mischievous smile, one of the beribboned dresses I bought her gathered
around her chubby waist, and the yellow stream of piss surging from the
upper part of the reddish crease between the fat folds of her year-old
pussy.

When I got hot enough, I would masturbate while watching her, even getting
her involved by touching my cock while I jerked it or rubbing the
squirting head on her soft, creamy skin to heighten the effect of my
orgasm.  I always spoke soothingly to her so she wasn't frightened by this
huge man rubbing his erupting cockhead in her tiny slit.

In fact, when she was a baby, Melissa never seemed to pay any particular
attention to me stroking my dick.  However, by the time she was three
years old, I began to worry that she would say something to her mother
(or, even worse, to her father, who was a redneck jerk).

But all my self-preservation instincts were clobbered by the accessibility
of my little niece.  After a week or so of restraint, I would find myself
flogging my flesh in front of my darling Melissa.  I decided that she must
have somehow sensed that this was something she did with me and not with
her Daddy or Mommy.

I also continued to undress her, to manipulate her pussy while bathing
her, to dress her in little outfits that revealed her bare cunt, and to
photograph her.  Again, I just couldn't let the opportunity pass. 
Fortunately, I guess Melissa had gotten used to dressing and undressing at
my place, and didn't think it was particularly significant.

One afternoon, after I had been playing with my bare-cunted niece for a
while, my hard cock was throbbing and I was ready to stroke myself into a
paper towel, so I wouldn't stain the $30 dress Melissa was wearing. Just
as I had gotten a paper towel from the kitchen and was about to unzip my
pants, I heard the key in the lock!

My sister Lucy had come back early to pick up her daughter.  As I
desperately tried to think about hurricane warnings and other non-sexual
topics to lower my staff to half-mast, Lucy rounded the corner.  Her
alarmed look at the front of my trousers told me I hadn't been at all
successful in trying to tame my raging erection.

"Good heavens, Greg," she exclaimed.  "You look like you used to when
you'd come back from a date with that prick-teaser, Doris Farmer!  What's
got you so riled up?"

I decided there would be no hiding it, since I hadn't had time to get
Melissa's underpants on again, so I gestured helplessly toward the dining
room, where her three-year-old daughter sat playing with dolls on the
floor, her spread legs displaying her chubby little pussy.

"Well," my sister said, "You must be hard up for pussy if a little girl
like that can get you going!"

I couldn't believe she wasn't angry.  In fact ...

"Maybe you need to see what a real woman looks like," grinned Lucy.  "Ever
since I got pregnant again, I've been horny as hell, and my husband's
little six-inch prick is just not enough.  I've been dying to show you how
my tits have grown."

To my absolute astonishment, and with no attempt to hide herself from the
room where her little daughter played, my sister raised her tee-shirt and
lifted her bra out of the away, showing me her swollen belly and those
amazing, inch-long nipples, atop newly-huge pregnant breasts.

"I've been wanting some more of that brotherly love ever since I got
pregnant," she whispered, stepping close and caressing the rigid rod that
extended down my leg.

I didn't know exactly where this was going, but I liked how it was
starting.  As Lucy bent over my chair and struggled to extract my cock
from my pants, I leaned forward to lock my lips around one of those long,
swollen nipples, drawing it into my mouth and flipping it back and forth
with my tongue.  I sucked strongly on it, hoping to extract a little
mother's milk.  As it did when we were kids, this type of tittie-
manipulation drove my sister crazy.

"Quick!" she groaned.  "Do it to me!"

I couldn't believe my luck.  Pulling down her shorts to her knees, Lucy
bent forward to lean on the couch, extending her naked crotch backward for
me to enter.  I lost no time, standing and levering my quivering prick
into the red slot below her big butt and reaching around to continue
squeezing her swollen nipples.  We both groaned in pleasure as my nine-
inch cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

I looked up to see little Melissa watching us curiously from the dining
room.  I knew she couldn't see what we were doing, but the sound we made
may have sounded alarming.  To reassure her, I grinned and said, "Your
Mommy and I have a little work to do here, so you just keep playing for a
minute more."  I was rewarded by Melissa smiling back and rearranging her
dolls between her legs, once again displaying her soft, hairless pussy as
she did so.

"Not so deep," Lucy warned me, doubtless worrying about what my big
slammer might do to her unborn child.  But it was no use.  I could feel
her fingernail on the underside of my prick, as she madly manipulated her
clitoris.  That last touch sent me over the edge.  With my gaze fastened
on Melissa's sweet hairless cunt, I planted my squirting cock as far
inside her mother as it would go.  My sister joined me in orgasm as soon
as she felt my liquid jetting inside her.

Soon after that fateful afternoon, when Melissa was about four, and right
after her sister Marian was born, Lucy's husband was killed in an auto
accident.  The jerk didn't leave Lucy and the girls with much money, so
Lucy had to keep working.  To save money, she moved into a downtown
apartment complex only a few blocks from mine.  That meant I was in even
more demand as a sitter, but this time with two young girls to fondle and
photograph.
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