TETMD Prologue 1: "My Princess"

Uncle Micky

Subject: Dolan's Diaries - "My Princess"

Summary: Mike Dolan finds himself back in Ohio after a three year stint working for one of the most evil men in the world. His time in Florida has forever changed him but, he seeks a rebirth back home.

Story Codes: M/g oral, M/F, Mf first

Updated: September, 2019

"My Princess" is my first posted ASSTR story and one of my favorites. This story serves as the basis for the following two stories, the entire multichapter TETMD "saga," and the "Back In Ohio" serial. Enjoy!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

!!!WARNING!!!!

This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as incest, adultery, and sodomy. It is distributed on a website clearly identified as "For Adults Only". Possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of such material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

(Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance)

My Princess

Introduction

The morning light was starting to peek in through the bedroom window. I had a few moments to collect my thoughts and listen to the light breathing coming from next to me on the bed.

Columbus was not such a bad place. I had been there for a little over eight months and it was turning out alright. I came here with the goal of escaping a life that was, assuredly, heading to ruin. I was distancing myself from the worlds of cocaine and human trafficking. I vowed to break the bond of my attraction for young girls; I was going to do something with my life; something that might atone for some of the terrible things I had done. I may claim I was forced into some of the situations I found myself in, or that I was blindly naïve; but, deep down inside, I knew that I wanted to do what I had been doing. Actually, I loved much of what I had done. But, on this morning, all was different. I believed this because the last twenty-four hours seemingly had shown me the way. But, old habits are tough to break.

I had earned, and put away, enough money to live without any financial concern for the rest of my life. With my brother's help, I made investments to launder my ill-gotten gains and ensure financial security for the both of us. The money allowed me to enroll in graduate school, purchase a small 1920's house near campus, keep my 1969 MG in the garage and my 2005 Grand Cherokee on the road. Even though I did not need to work, I accepted a Graduate Assistantship for the upcoming Spring Semester. I had a small office on campus, set my own hours for advising and taught one undergraduate introductory math education class on Wednesday nights. Life was falling into a welcome pattern of regularity. The previous night brought the type of welcome surprise that only a college town can provide.

A slender arm reached across my chest and Melissa gently pulled herself closer, nestling herself under my arm and sighing contentedly.

Yesterday had been a good day. I completed my morning office hours, met Dr. Anderson from Analytics for some lunch, and went over to the student activity center for a good workout. I had started to appreciate the coeds that are everywhere on campus, but best displayed in the fitness center. I engaged a few of the girls in casual conversations but made sure to stay out of the "creeper zone," even if it meant cutting a conversation short. The fitness center experience was good for me in many ways. I was quite active in sports while in high school; wrestling got me a college scholarship and I majored in Math Education. I became a high school teacher and wrestling coach. I have always worked hard to stay in shape and although it hurt now that I was older, I knew it was good for me. I was in better shape than I had been in many years.

Redemption?

I headed home after my workout that day, grabbed a shower, and made a simple dinner for myself. After a little reading and writing, I headed to the Pour House, to meet up with a couple of local guys I had made friends with. Thankfully, they were normal working guys, not affiliated with the university. Randy and James were fun companions and easy to be around. We were shooting pool and sharing a pitcher of beer when she walked into the bar.

We all knew Melissa. Randy had been trying to bed her for some time; but, had only managed to put himself deeper and deeper into the friend zone with every attempt. Melissa was about twenty-four, slender, petite and with beautiful cascading brunette hair; although, tonight it appeared to be more auburn than brunette. Her eyes were a penetrating blue that appeared to sparkle when she smiled or laughed. She wore very little make up; but, the little she did was the perfect amount of accent for her cheeks and eyes. There is, really, very little about her physically that was not attractive. She certainly had the petite look I dearly love in a female. The smaller the better, I believe. But, I didn't share the same outward excitement for her as my buddies. After some observation, I felt that she was trying to reclaim her "glory days" and was competing with the younger campus beauties for the attention of the college studs. She simply tried too hard to ignore the fact that time had passed and that she needed to look forward, not backwards. I sensed an unattractive shallowness in her.

I excused myself from my friends, as their attention was drawn to Melissa. I made my way to the bar to talk with the bartender, a fellow grad student named Kim. She always made sure that my drinks became straight ginger ale as the night grew later. I had really cut back on my drinking since Korea, and had become an occasional social drinker. I found that since I moved to Columbus and started fresh; I could sleep without the aid of drink or pharmaceuticals.

The 'people-watching' at the bar was its usual study in humanistic misbehavior and Kim amused me with a humorous running commentary. After a while, Randy stopped by to say he was going home and that he was through with trying to pull Melissa away from the younger crowd. After he left, I watched Melissa for a while and could see that luck was not with her that night. A younger, prettier, and bustier queen bee had shown up and Melissa was relegated to being a hanger-on.

I began to give some thought to calling it a night myself. I decided that the basement media room might be exactly the way to cap off the day. I had fixed up the partially finished basement in my house, installed a nice media room with a HD projector and a floor-to-ceiling screen. It's great for movies and sports, but even better for the special collection of videos I had accumulated over many years. I also had the very special videos that I made myself; some of which that have been sold and the others that I would never allow out of my possession. Yeah, I planned to cap the evening with the beautiful video number twenty-six, which still works so well for me!

Right then, Melissa made her way up to the bar, and leaned next to me, leaving only the slimmest of space between us. I didn't expect this and was somewhat surprised. I hadn't noticed before; but, she was going braless that evening! I could make out the outline of a camisole undergarment. I wanted to examine her more thoroughly, but polite conversation was the order of the moment.

She asked, "Mike, why don't you ever talk to me or try to spend time with me?"

I replied, "I've always thought you really didn't care for me that much, and I didn't want to be a bother. Anyway, I'm not exactly in the age group you seem to be interested in."

That started the conversation along the "I like you more than you know" path and, eventually, into the odd feelings we both shared about being older and living in the college part of town. I bought her two more drinks and as the time passed, she moved closer and closer, until we were pressed up against each other. Kim kept a close eye on us and made sure I noticed her nods of approval. Eventually, we ended up facing each other when Melissa laid her head on my chest and asked me to take her home. I said I would be happy to, but I would need the address. She replied that I should know my own address. Well, hell!

Once in the car, I turned to her and placed my left hand along the side of her face. I ran my hand down, until I cupped her chin, and slowly brought her forward. The kiss started softly, and slowly; we built to more of a teenage frenzy with genuine makeout lust taking us to other times. I let my hand roam freely and her body felt just as I imagined it would.

The slimness of her waist, the way she shifted to allow my hand to cup her firm ass, the firmness of her breasts, which were larger than I imagined; I was surprisingly turned on by her genuine, quiet, little whimpers as my hands caressed her. As I started to break away, in order to get us out of there and back to my place; she took my hand, with both her hands, worked them around my index finger and gently began giving head to my finger, while keeping her two beautiful eyes firmly fixed on me. I was already hardened from the makeout session, but this almost put me over the top! I extracted my finger, pulled her as tight as possible, kissed her long and hard, then slowly shifted her back into her seat and reached for the seat belt. I had to get us home very quickly.

It was a quick drive to my place, we went inside and up to my bedroom. I decided not to move too fast. It has been sometime since I have been to bed with an adult woman and I wanted to savor every moment. I walked her backwards, towards the bed, and sat her down upon it. I knelt on one knee in front of her; she adopted a completely passive attitude as I began to remove her shirt and then her undergarment. Her breasts were absolutely amazing. I almost gasped when I realized they were slightly smaller versions of Tracy Lord's tits. They sloped down and out, into beautifully rounded breasts with oversized, puffy areolas. They were firm, but had a delightful jiggle to them that drove me mad. I sucked on one and played with the other. I switched back and forth sucking and tonguing on one whilst cupping, squeezing and pinching the other.

Her upper body was beautifully proportioned, svelte and soft to the touch. I rose up and took off my shirt; I stood her up and began to unsnap her jeans. As the jeans became undone, I sat her back down on the bed and rolled her onto her back. She raised her butt up enough for me to pull her jeans down below her ass. I pulled her legs upward and took hold of the hemline of her jeans and in one motion removed them completely. My breath was taken away by the sight that was presented to me. It isn't just the overall beauty of the figure in front of me; it is the fact that she was wearing the exact same style and design of panty that was worn by Danielle years ago when we had our first encounter.

Danielle was an eighth grader and everything was so very different; but, still, the sight of those panties made me stop and stare. High cut, light pink checkerboard design, lace edging all around with a small lace bow on either side. My demeanor was enough to cause Melissa to ask what was wrong and, luckily, I had the where-with-all to reply, with a sigh, "You are simply a work of art, a thing of beauty without explanation."

Well, that turned the key! She rose up, reached around my neck, pulled me down and over onto my back. She floated above me, playing my chest and face with her long soft hair and beautiful breasts. She slid down, undid my slacks and repeated my own movements; except, there was no pause from her. She immediately removed my boxers and released my erect dick from its confines. I'm no major stud; but, a clean shaven, thick six inches will do a whole lot of good for the right lady.

She slid downward, cupped her tits around my dick and began to fuck me with her titties. The sight was wonderful! I knew I was going to erupt if I didn't slow things down a bit. She was straddling my right leg, so, I began to slide my leg up and down her crotch, which created the desired effect of her slowing her actions on my dick. Then I gently lifted my leg, which raised her up and toward me. She gracefully tumbled toward me. I caught her, turned her over and positioned myself with my head directly between her thighs. Off came those panties, and there was my own god's little acre for the night. She was shaven, neat and clean. She had, in my opinion, a perfectly mounded vulva and, as I parted her thighs, a simply delightful opening between two pink petals.

I quickly got to work. My tongue flicked and darted, my lips kissed, caressed, and sucked. My hands and fingers provided relief when my mouth felt strained. I played her like a finely tuned instrument. The rhythmic movements up and down, the squeezing of her thighs, her breathing and her hand placements were all cues. She was both conductor and instrument, I was the player. The feverish pitch in her grew; I cupped both hands under her ass and lifted her pussy up to my mouth as she began to shoot off several small quick repetitive orgasms. It was a sight to behold.

Her breathing was short and quick; I glanced up in time to see her sit up and reach down to me. She took hold of my shoulders and began to pull up as she turned me. I got the message real quick and shifted around so I could access her pussy while straddling her head; my dick was right above her mouth, a classic 69! I lifted up on one arm to watch as she guided my dick into her mouth and began sliding up and down, sucking with great intent. She placed one hand around my shaft and began working my dick with three slides of her hand to every suck of her mouth. Her mouth never left my dick as her tongue worked its magic around my head as her hand worked my shaft.

I hunkered down and got back to work on her swollen, pink pussy. It didn't take long, the smell of her heady aroma, the sight of her pussy, the multiple sensations on my dick, the sights of day, the memories of my little girls . . . and, then, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my waist with a slap and hugged into me with all her force. I felt my dick slide deeper into her mouth, to her throat. She began to push her pussy harder and harder into my face; she took a leg and wrapped it around my head, pulling my face tighter to her pussy. She started bucking while making guttural sounds with my dick buried deep in her mouth. She hit the point where her back was arched up as far as her body could go with me on top. Her pussy froze in space, for a moment, she then dropped back down to the bed and began whimpering as her pelvis continued to make involuntary jerks upward.

That was all I could take. I posted my right leg out, lifted my hips from her a little bit and exploded in an orgasm like I haven't had in a long time! I kept cumming in almost painful surges, and I felt her working my dick to take in my load. It was as if I had lost all control over my lower extremities. She continued working my dick until she had gotten every last drop I had to give. I collapsed on top of her and rolled off; my head was at the foot of the bed with her feet next to me.

I reached around, under her legs, rolled towards her and hugged them together. I slowly released her and slightly parted her legs. She wasn't saying anything; she just laid there breathing deeply, collecting her energy. I took my left hand and began to gently stroke my fingers along the outline of her mound. She slowly began to squirm and started gentle gyrations as I continued to tease her pussy and, occasionally, used my thumb to caress her clit. She sat up and shifted so that she brought herself in alignment with me. She lifted her left leg and slid it over my legs. She was now lying on my chest with her warm moist pussy pressing against my stirring dick. She took my hands in hers, intertwining our fingers and "forced" my arms upward until she had my hands pinned to the mattress alongside my head; she giggled as she started using her pussy to entice my dick, her entire body writhing on top of me.

She lifted her hips and tried to capture the head of my dick with her pussy. I shifted and arched around to prevent her from succeeding. We were both enjoying this little game of cat and mouse and continued teasing each other.

Finally, I looked her in the eye and said, "God damn it, girl! Just what is it you want?"

She stopped moving, looked me in the eye and growled, "I want you to want me, I want you deep inside me and I want all of it right now!"

"You need to learn to take what you want girly-girl."

"Just sit back and stay out of my way, boy. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

She slid back, found the head of my dick with her pussy, forced herself over the head and encased me in the satiny warmth of her pussy. She was tight and hot. Hungrily she moved up and down, driving herself faster and faster. She was right! I've never experienced anything like this before. The visual of her riding on top of me, and the glimpses of my dick disappearing into her; but most of all, her beautiful face framed by her luxurious hair was driving me plain crazy!

I raised my hands up from beside my head and placed her into a sitting position. I took her hands and reversed them, which caused her elbows to turn in; thereby squeezing her tits together. The show was exquisite. Her tits were bouncing up and down in a rhythmic dance that matched the sensations surrounding my dick. She watched me watching her, then arched her back to provide me a better view and threw her head back to provide greater momentum to her thrusts up and down. I loved that the slimness of her waist was accentuated by the spreading of her hips as she made room for me under her. I had to get a rear view.

I reached forward, placed my hands above her hips and pressed her down, grinding myself deeper into her. I reached under her left leg and brought it up and over my chest which created a classic spin situation. She caught on immediately and reversed her position so that she was facing away from me. Her hair flowed down over her shoulders and back; her body spread out at the hips and, when she lifted her arms to fluff out her hair, a glimpse of the sides of her tits became visible. I lifted and rolled, which placed her on her knees in front of me. I grabbed a pillow and placed it under her waist. I held her hip with my right hand while I placed my left hand between her shoulder blades and firmly pressed her upper body down to the mattress. I made sure her hips were up, legs apart, and her back fully arched.

She didn't make a sound; rather, she obediently placed herself in position and even began to seek out my cock with her pussy. I knew she was perfectly gapped back for me, but I had to take a look, just to capture the visual in my mind. She was perfectly positioned, her ass riding high, her legs spread out a little over shoulder width apart, and her pussy reaching back, spread open, and inviting me to fill it. I rose up, leaned forward and placed the head of my dick against her opening.

With one small thrust, the union was made. I began to really fuck her; going deeper and faster with every thrust. She worked to keep pace, making backward thrusts to match my forward ones. I began to lean further forward over her and my hips pressed her down, stopping her movements; I rode higher, driving her ass up and gapping her pussy further back and up. I reached around with my knees and brought her legs together. Everything was tightened around my dick, I kept most of my weight off her, but she felt me with every thrust. I worked harder and harder, driving my dick in as far as it could go. I used my pelvic thrusts to push it further by driving her down into the mattress.

She started with soft squeals, which turned to animalistic grunts. She struggled, not to get away, but, rather to join in and participate. I kept driving deeper and deeper, where sound, visuals, the tight grasp of her pussy, and movement were having the correct effect. I felt the pressure build, not just in my balls, but also in my head, I think I was on the verge of a blackout: I finally lost all control and let loose. I shook and jerked as I filled her with my cum. The sensation was awesome, since I still had her tightly encased under me. I realized that she was quivering, cumming with orgasmic jerks, using her pussy to tighten around and milk my dick. I was finally able to relax a bit but she kept at it. She wouldn't release my dick; she kept milking it, even as it went flaccid. I stayed in position until she started to slow down. I slid out; releasing her as I rolled over next to her. She curled up next to me in a fetal position and purred contentedly.

We didn't speak much during the entire event. There was an animalistic feel to everything. We were both in extreme need and looking to see if the answer to our needs resided in the other. I assumed she needed acceptance and love; she needed to be a sexually desirable creature, and, of course, she needed some sort of future. I needed to find out if I could make an honest connection with an adult female that could drive back all the other desires that have preoccupied my every waking hour for so many years.

We drifted off to sleep. I know she got up at some point in the night, and spent some time in the bathroom. I had placed one of my old t-shirts in there for her and she was wearing it when I woke up. I laid still for a while and reflected on the night's events. Maybe this was something to give some consideration to; we seemed to be of like mind; but only time would tell. I gave her a light kiss on the forehead and told her I was going to make some coffee and breakfast.

A New Day Dawns

I had seen my phone blinking the night before and, once I started the water to boil for the French press, I checked the message. It was my brother Jimmy. He wanted me to join him and the family at his place in Dayton for the weekend. He had moved into a new house with an in-ground pool and, with this being the first nice weekend of the year, he wanted to have a pool party on Saturday. Now, this would be a welcome diversion! A couple of days out of town, with my niece and nephews, would be great. At that time they were the closest things I had to a family and I hadn't seen them since I helped Jimmy with the move from Cleveland to Dayton in the cold of January.

I definitely could do without my sister-in-law, Diane. She's a bitch, through-and-through, who comes from a family of liars, cheats, thieves, and murderers. She and I had achieved a sort of détente, wherein we can exist in peace, if only for short times. I needed to see my brother to discuss finances anyway, so the timing was opportune. This would also allow me some driving time to contemplate Melissa.

I began a quick mental rearrangement of my schedule. I would have time for a quick work out, head to the office to finish the work I had planned to take care of on Saturday, call the guys and bail on Saturday's racquetball game; hell, I could be on the road by one pm. That meant I could take the Pike over to Dayton and avoid the Interstate.

I heard Melissa moving around upstairs. She appeared in a few minutes, fully dressed, looking a little worn from a lack of sleep; but, very pretty all the same. I was enchanted as she smiled and cradled her cup of coffee in her hands across from me at the table. She is an extremely attractive woman. We ate simple: wheat toast, real Irish butter and preserves; we kept our chat simple as well. I think that was when I really started to like her. I told her that I would be at my brother's for the weekend and we then arranged to meet for dinner at her place on Tuesday.

I quickly got my gear together, decided to shower and shave at the athletic center, threw what I needed for the weekend into a backpack, took Melissa back to her car at the Pour House and made my way to campus. I could tell that she was being cautious when we parted. Neither of us wanted to commit to anything on such short notice, or say anything that would be misleading. I decided on honesty, for a change, and told her that she was a very special woman and that I hoped we would have the opportunity to get to know each other better. That appeared to work fine with her.

Temptation Again

The morning was moving along fine. After a workout and shower I felt great and was really looking forward to the weekend. Once at the office, I called Jimmy and left a message saying I would be on my way soon and to expect me sometime around 3:30.

My office wasn't very big. They put the graduate students in an office suite that has a common worktable along with a small break room; small offices line the walls. I didn't have an outer office with a window but I was satisfied with my little space. I settled in and began grading the stack of lesson plans submitted by my undergrads. I promised to have them back by Wednesday night and knew I had to grade at least half of them before leaving. The rest would come to Dayton with me; but, would likely never leave the briefcase.

The building was usually quiet on Fridays. Most people, me included, avoid scheduling anything for Fridays. I was making good progress when I heard Dr. Anderson call out my name. He appeared at my office door, saying he saw my car in the parking lot and was hoping I could do him a favor. He needed a half hour of my time while he met with the Dean. He wanted to leave his daughter with me while he was at the meeting. He had been divorced for years and was awarded custody of his daughter after his ex-wife's alcoholism had been proven during the custody hearing (she showed up drunk!) He promised to make it good for me, in return for the help. We both knew I was going to help him and that I expected nothing in return; but formalities and niceties in academia are always important.

I told him no problem and came out of my office to meet his offspring; I had heard about her through stories told by Anderson, but had yet to meet her. There, sitting at the table, was a very striking twelve-year-old girl. She rose from her chair, and walked around the table to let her dad introduce us. Her name is Kaeli. She extended her hand, looked up with big blue eyes and gave me as pleasant a smile as one might expect from a properly raised young lady. She quietly said she was pleased to meet me. I took her offered hand, gave a slight bow and replied that the pleasure was all mine. Anderson was already heading out of the suite and told her to behave herself and not to give me any trouble.

Kaeli stood about five feet tall, slender, with long, light brunette hair. She had some light blonde streaking through hair and it added to her clean look. She is a pretty girl, her mouth wide, slightly down turned, and when she spoke her bottom lip curled a bit more than it needed to; she also tilted her head a bit when she spoke and paid flirtish attention to her hair.

She was wearing white denim pants that were low enough to expose a hint of skin from, what is obviously, a wonderfully flat stomach. Her pelvic bones were clearly evident, which caused the illusion that the front top of her pants weren't exactly in contact with her skin; in another place it would be called a bikini bridge. One might be tempted to try to position oneself to sneak a peek down the front of her pants, if one was in a mind to. She had on a brightly colored, sleeveless shirt with patterns of orange, green, yellow, and black streaking across it. I felt the familiar butterflies in my gut and the all too predictable stirring in my loins as we both stood there watching her father exit with our hands still in a polite handshake. I withdrew my hand and asked if she wanted anything; to which she replied in the negative and said she would just do some texting out at the table.

I told her to let me know if she needed anything or needed to go anywhere. She had already turned to head back to the table and gave a semi-whip of her hair as she turned her head to me and said she was OK and would let me know if otherwise. I retreated to my office and made my best attempt to get back to work. After about five minutes, I decided to print a document I didn't need to print, for the sole purpose of leaving my office and going to the printer, which would take me right past Kaeli. I merely got a nice smile and another OK when I asked her if all was alright.

I sat at my desk and, again, attempted to get some work done when the thoughts of what I would do with her, if I were only given a chance, started to flow into my mind. I hadn't had these thoughts in a while, but, then again, I hadn't had a very cute twelve-year-old so close in a while either.

I was letting my mind wander when I heard a noise at the office door. There stood Kaeli, just looking at me. I leaned back in my chair, turned to her and asked, "Is everything alright?"

She said in a sigh, "Yeah, everything is just fine …" She casually walked into my office, looking at the books and curios on my shelves. "I just got bored and thought I would visit with you for a while."

"Well, I'm not so sure I'm all that interesting to a young lady such as yourself."

My office was rather small: so, she was in very close proximity. I could smell the freshness, the soap cleanliness of her; she squeezed by me and leaned back, almost sitting on the edge of my desk, so that we were facing each other.

She bent over next to me, to look at what I was working on, and her shirt fell slightly open. I snuck a quick peak and could plainly see a delightful little tit encased in a silky white bra cup.

She looked at me; she knew I was looking down her shirt, which was why she bent over in the first place. She smiled and said, "Who knows, maybe you are interesting … my daddy likes you a lot. He talks about you at home … are you really a math teacher?"

"Yes, I am, or rather I was, at least I had been a teacher before coming here to the university."

"So, did you give extra credit in your class?"

"Yes, I did, but only for special students, and for special reasons."

She smiled and looked at the calendar above my desk and said, "I have a teacher who gives extra credit for special students."

"What do you mean?"

At first she hesitated, but then said, "My geography teacher gives special credit to some of the girls who are willing to do special projects for him … I'm not one of those girls … he's gross and ugly, but some of the girls really like him, they love the attention and easy grades he gives them."

"So, if he wasn't gross and ugly, you would do extra credit?"

She didn't reply. I gazed at her long hair as it flowed over her shoulders and partially covered her chest. Her hips spoke to the fact that she would be perfectly functional, although, I suspect, likely unbroken. She caught me staring. She giggled, leaned over, face to face, and said, "If you ever want me to do some extra credit, I would be happy to complete the assignment."

I wasn't too sure exactly what to say; when, we both heard the outer office door open.

It was Dr. Anderson coming back. Kaeli straightened up, with her ass on the edge of my desk, as her dad came to the office door. She was biting her lower lip and giving me a short smile when he came around the door. He asked how things went, I stood and told him he had a wonderful young lady for a daughter; and that she was a pleasure to have around. I then added that Kaeli mentioned she might be willing to help me with some of the lesson plan activities I had been designing for a workbook I was hoping to publish. Anderson's eyebrows rose in wonder; he turned to her and remarked that he was a bit surprised, but happy, that she was going to assist. He then reminded her that he told her she would like me. She smiled and headed to the table to collect her things. She whispered something to her dad and he said it is a great idea, turned to me and said, "Kaeli would like us to invite you over for dinner sometime next week."

I readily accepted the invitation and as soon as Anderson turned away from me, Kaeli gave me a smile and averted her eyes downward. They left, I sat back down and thought, "What just happened? Was it real? Anderson's daughter?" I collected my gear and headed to the car. Now I had something else to contemplate on the drive.

Driving the Pike

When I got into the car, my cell rang; it was Jimmy. He was wondering if I was on my way yet. I told him that I was about to pull out of the parking lot. I asked if I should bring anything and he said to give a call when I got closer to Dayton. Then, he sprang it on me; he tells me that Diane's sister, Marianna, and her kids, are going to be at the party on Saturday. God, the only person I hate more than Diane is her sister, Marianna. Jimmy and I refer to her as Jabba the Cunt! She is such a grossly fat bitch that the sight of her is tough to handle. To top it off, she thinks she's hot.

Thirteen years ago, when she wasn't quite so repulsive, she married one hell of a great guy named Mark. When I met him, I instantly liked him. It is tough to explain; we didn't have much in common, but we enjoyed each other's company. They had three kids and seemed to be doing OK. I really enjoyed being around the kids and was able to practice being an uncle.

One day the news came that Mark had been killed by a stray rifle shot while working in the garden next to their house. They lived in a semi-rural area, so, maybe it was an accident. Six months later, Marianna and some scumbag ex-con, were arrested for his murder. They were only able to convict her of conspiracy while the guy was put away for life. With one single act she destroyed two men. Marianna was sentenced to four years in prison; they told the kids, a girl and two younger boys, that she had to go away to college.

While she served her time I tried to help with those kids as much as possible. That's when I became "Uncle Micky," not just to those kids, but all their cousins as well. Eventually, Matianna managed to get released early. Since her release, I have been mostly able to avoid contact with her, but have tried to help the kids any way I could.

The thing is; if Marianna was going to be there, then Anna Maria, her daughter would be there as well. Anna Maria would be fourteen. They had been in California for over three years. The last time I saw Anna, in person, she was eleven.

Anna Maria

The last time I saw Anna Maria was just after her mom's release from prison. We were all living in Cleveland at the time. Jimmy, and his family, was living in the old house on Mason Street. He decided to upgrade his above ground pool and asked me to help. I was on Spring Break from teaching, and was more than happy to lend a hand. For years, the kids had one of those three-foot high, soft-sided circular pools and Jimmy decided to replace it with a good old-fashioned, round, four and a half foot deep, rigid above-ground pool.

We spent a week together digging out and prepping the site; putting together all of the pieces for the frame, and consuming a fair amount of beer. We threw together a simple deck for the pool and designed it so it could eventually extend around the whole pool. We spent hours getting the base ready with a six-foot deep area in the center. We laid in an extra duty liner, smoothed it all out and began adding water Thursday night. On Friday evening, Jimmy did the first cannon ball into the pool and I followed him right in. His kids were next and the fun began.

On Saturday, Marianna and her kids showed up for the grand opening, along with most of Diane's family. Thankfully, Marianna's piece of shit boyfriend, Eddie, wasn't there. I couldn't stand that pasty-faced asshole. He epitomized what the girls in school call a creeper. I excused myself and spent a good part of Saturday visiting a couple of bars and a few of the tittie-places over near the airport. I made it back to the house, around four in the afternoon, just as Jimmy was firing up the grill. I was feeling good from the day's beers and a bit randy from the two lap dances I had bought. Jimmy told me the kids wanted me in the pool; then, as an aside, he said it would be a good way to avoid dealing with Diane's family.

I made my way past all the assholes, faking greetings, left and right, as I headed for the bathroom to get changed. One exception among the group is Diane's oldest brother, Dave. We get along alright and he even gets some work for me in the summers with his contracting business. I have never been too sure what to make of him; but he does have the most impressive porno collection I have ever laid eyes on and he is good at lending some of it out. Somehow he keeps his fat wife, Edie, happy; plays the field, and seems to make more money than his business accounts for. He wanted to know if I was up for some fishing on the lake this summer, to which I readily agreed. He also said he wanted to talk some business with me when I got a chance.

"Next week OK?"

"Sure, just give me a call; I need an excuse to get out of the office."

I got to the bathroom, changed and moved just as quickly past everyone as I made my way to the pool.

There was quite a group in there and, when I stood at the edge, my nephews began to chant "cannonball, cannonball …" I didn't disappoint. That began a series of kids being thrown around the pool and underwater attacks on each other that made the waters roil. I was slowing down and moved over to side with my niece, Jan, and the ever cute, Anna Maria, Jabba's daughter. Jan gave me a hug and asked me to let her dive off my shoulders. I submerged; she climbed aboard and stood on my shoulders. Soon enough she was high in the air as I stood and then she leapt for the middle of the pool. When I turned to Anna Maria and asked her if she wanted to jump, she demurely declined. She said she wasn't a very good swimmer and honestly, was scared of water.

Anna Maria was an exceptionally beautiful child and had developed into an even more attractive tween. She had lightly streaked blonde, shoulder length hair; brown, but somewhat hazel eyes, and a gentle little mouth. I could tell that she had been wearing make-up before getting in the pool. Being early in the season, her skin was still fairly white with the slightest hint of a tan starting. She was wearing a teal colored bikini with various red outline flower designs and stripes. The bra was the tie-on type; her budding breasts were just starting to stretch the capacity of the little cups making her little erect nipples readily apparent. The wet fabric clung to her skin and the cool water was having the natural effect.

The front of her bikini bottoms had horizontal stripes and the rear was plain teal. You could tell it was last year's suit for the fit was just a bit too tight for her developing body. Right then, the boys assaulted us with repeated splashing. I turned my back to them and Anna quickly moved in close to me, so that I was blocking the splashing from getting at her. She was squealing and shaking as she came closer into me; I put my arm around her and held her close. She put her hands on my hips and pressed in closer to avoid the splashes of water. She was so small; her head barely reached my chest. I bent down a bit to cover her and protect her from the splashes. She looked up and pled, "Please don't let me go Uncle Mike." I told her I would never let anything bad happen to her.

My nephews were laughing and splashing away. I pulled up and back a bit, looked down at her, smiled and said with a laugh, "Come on, lets go get them!" I hefted her up with my left arm and placed her on my hip. Her legs opened and she drew them tight. I dove to my right directly at my nephews and landed between them, scattering them. Anna Maria squealed with delight! I made sure to keep her head above water. I headed to the middle of the pool and across to the other side as quickly as possible. She was hanging on for dear life, laughing and squealing as I bounded through the water. I noticed that she had begun to grind harder and further into my side, pulling herself ever tighter with her legs. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, rotated ever so slightly to the front and pressed herself completely against my bare upper body. As we reached the other side she released her grip around my neck, but, kept her legs locked around my waist.

I slowly turned to face the boys while she loosened her legs and slid around behind me, squeezing between me and the side of the pool; her hands were on my shoulders and her body against my back. She was shifting back and forth to see around either side of my head, looking out for the deadly nephews. I could feel Anna Maria slowly sliding back and forth across my back; her little breasts felt rock hard against my back. I could sense her erect nipples pressing against me as well. I realized I was getting excited, my dick was starting to stir; God! I hope no one would notice!

She whispered in my right ear, "Save me, Uncle Mike, save me."

I said, "Hang on beautiful, I'll never let them get you."

With that, she clung on to my neck and I drove forward at my nephews raising a wall of water that drove them back. It looked to the world like they were having more fun than me, but I knew better. We ended up next to the deck and out of sight of anyone not in the pool. Just then Diane called for everyone to get out of the pool and get ready for dinner. The boys and girls climbed up the ladder and out of the pool. Anna Maria and I both hung back until they were all safely away from us. She began to relax her grip around my neck and I slowly turned to face her. She was radiant.

She smiled at me and said, "You're my Prince, aren't you? You saved me, you called me beautiful, it's just like it is in the movies, right?"

"That's right, I'll be your Prince but you have to be my Princess. You want to be my secret Princess?"

She hesitated a moment and said, "We will always have our secrets; you've always been so good to me. I wish you were my father or husband, or something … "

"If you are my Princess, then I'll be anything you want. Remember, I will always protect you!"

With that, I felt a slight tremor run through her. She reached around me and drew herself closer; there was no avoiding the fact that I was semi-erect. She came closer and made contact with my dick. She hesitated a moment and began to adjust herself so that my dick was pressed upward towards my belly.

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You really do like me, don't you?"

"Princess, more than you could ever know."

With that she pulled herself upward and gave me a kiss. It was a platonic kiss, with her lips pursed tightly; she didn't know any better. I kissed back and pulled away. I placed my hand alongside her face, took my thumb and gently strummed it along her bottom lip, "You have to loosen up your lips, a bit, keep them just slightly apart and soft."

I leaned forward and we had a proper kiss. She made it soft, and soon it became more passionate. Our tongues lightly flitted at one point; she trembled ever so slightly. By now, she had her body fully pressed against me and started to grind against my now fully engorged dick.

I realized that not only would we soon be missed; but also that I was getting far too worked up. So I lifted her by her waist to a seated position on the deck. She ended up with her legs spread, just below my chest level. Her bikini bottom clung to her and the force of my lifting had caused a perfect camel-toe to form between her legs. The bulge of her vulva and the outline of her cleft were plainly detailed. I paused to get a better look. She was painfully pretty, sitting there looking at me. She said, "C'mon Uncle Mike, let's go eat."

I told her no, that I wanted to stay in the pool a little longer. She looked quizzically at me and I said, "With the state you have me in I need to calm down or it will be too embarrassing."

I pushed away and floated on my back with a prominent bulge in my shorts.

She looked, laughed, and said, "Don't be long; I want you to sit with me at dinner."

I watched her walk away; her bikini bottom was plastered against her ass, like a second skin, as though there was no cloth covering her. The most impressive aspect of my view, at least to me, was the girl's thigh gap. Her legs were long and lean and the gap had to be at least an inch in width. After a few steps, she stopped and ran her fingers around the edges, pulling the fabric away and adjusting the bottom to its normal state. I could only sigh at the sight.

I floated in the pool using a couple of noodles for buoyancy. Once at the far edge, I could look out and see the back porch. The assholes were all there having drinks and laughing at their same old stale jokes. I got out of the pool as the kids were gathering to eat their meals.

Anna Maria had changed into a simple light red dress with, what looked like, a black leopard print. She had on an oversized beaded necklace and loose black boots. My lord, the girl had her own style! The boys had taken the seats on either side of her already; so, I gave her a shrug of my shoulders and headed to the bathroom to change.

Once in the bathroom, I started to get changed when I noticed all the various bathing suits hanging on the tub rack and, there it was, a pretty little flowered teal bikini. I couldn't take my eyes off it! I lifted the bottoms up off the rack and ran my hands all over them. I sniffed them; I reached my tongue out and tasted them. There really wasn't any specific taste, but, the thought of where they had been was making my mind reel. I took the bra, inverted it and sucked on the inside of the little cups, imagining my Princess's little tits in them. I was getting more excited with each exploration of the bikini. I scanned the bottoms to see if there were any traces of hair, but I found none. I placed the bottoms over my head, with the crotch at my mouth, and played with the bra in my left hand. My right hand found my again erect cock and I started to jerk-off. I know I was a pathetic sight but the urge was too great and the feeling was just amazing!

With every lick of the bottoms, my excitement grew. Just as I was about to cum, I dropped the bra on to the edge of the tub, took the panties from my head and placed the crotch over the head of my cock. That was all I could take! I exploded in an orgasm with my mind full of the sights, sounds, and tastes of Anna Maria. I moved and arched over the edge of the tub, so that excess cum would not shoot out or spill on the floor. With each heave of my cock her little bikini bottoms were covered, more and more, with my cum. As I began to relax, I set the bottoms in the tub and reached for the bra. I squeezed out the last cum strings from my dick into the little cups of the bikini top. After I worked as much of my cum into the fabric as possible, I started the shower and gave each bikini piece a light rinse. I returned the used suit to the tub rack and took a quick shower.

I headed out to the back porch and made a plate for myself. I sat at the table with the others, and, as luck would have it, the chair next to me was empty. Very shortly, Anna Maria was sitting there and she started to play a game of trying to steal some of my dinner.

Marianna laughingly said, "You better look out or you'll have a new girlfriend Mike."

Before I could answer, Anna Maria looked at her mother and said, "Eeyoo mom, that's gross!" At the same time, under the table, her foot crossed over against my leg, where she fiddled it around my leg for a bit.

The others were beginning to make plans for the evening. All the boys would spend the night at Dave's for the video games; the girls would stay here so as not have to be around the boys.

The, now free, parents were trying to decide what to do. I joined in and commented that I had a great time at Lakeside Lanes last Saturday. Well, that did it; bowling was the plan. Jimmy loves bowling and I could see the pain in his face when he realized that he wouldn't be able to go.

I looked over and said, "Jimmy, you go ahead, I'll look after the little ones; I'll just crash in the boys' room."

For the next half hour he must have asked me every other minute if I was OK with watching the girls. I told him time and again that all was fine and to go and have fun. When they left, he said he would call later and let me know when they'd be back. Anna Maria hung around in the background keeping an eye on all the activity and, occasionally, brushed past me. I could feel the excitement beginning to build.

I was left with my niece, two other cousins, and Anna Maria. They played cards, chatted, went off to Jan's room for a while and, eventually, ended up in front of the TV watching some drivel on MTV. Anna Maria was discreetly teasing me the whole time. She brushed against me, played some footsies, gave me discreet smiles and winks. Of course, despite my attempts to resist, my attention was almost totally riveted on her. I knew she could feel my eyes watching her. While all the girls were on the floor in front of the TV, and I was behind them on the couch, Anna Maria treated me to repeated opportunities to see up her dress. She was wearing simple white cotton panties, which do the trick for me. A couple of times she sat up, turned to face me and pulled her legs up to her chest; another time, she sat with her legs spread apart and pulled up. Glimpses of her thighs when her dress rode up and while she was on her stomach watching TV; the view when she lifted her ass up off the floor … were all driving me nuts!

I reached my limit; so I grabbed the book I brought and headed to the kitchen table to read. The girls quieted down and, after a short while, I headed back in and told them it was time to get ready for bed. After a short round of objections, they obediently marched off to Jan's room.

Anna Marie, standing right in front of me asked, "Even me, Uncle Mike?"

I turned her in the direction of the hallway and said, "Yes, my Princess, even you." I gave her the lightest palm across the butt as I could manage; with my index finger finding its way further under her ass and pushing up towards her crotch. She lifted up onto her toes and scurried away to the room. Shortly afterwards a parade of sleepy little girls came out to give me kisses and hugs goodnight. Anna Marie was last in line, wearing a simple cloth Disney Princess nightshirt that hung to her knees. I didn't want to let go when she hugged me and I made sure to hang on for an extra second. She gave me as full a body hug as she could and managed to sneak a kiss on my neck.

I changed into my sleeping gear, settled into the corner of the couch, and turned on some mindless movie as I recounted the day's events in my mind. The noise from the girl's room quieted and then stopped all together. The sense of a house asleep took over. I was sitting on the left end of the couch, away from the hallway, near the window to the backyard with my right leg tucked under me. I was leaning to the left, on the armrest and looking out the window while the movie played. Absent-mindedly I began to run my hand along my cock while thinking of Anna Maria. As I grew harder, I grasped it and gave it a pull or two, increasing the growing pleasure.

I really wasn't mentally present when I heard Anna Maria's sweet voice from the hallway door, "Uncle Mike, I can't sleep."

I surprised myself by not flinching; although, she was looking at me the whole time I was stroking myself. I simply reached out my right arm and said, "Come over here with me."

She came right over and curled up under my arm. I instinctively leaned her way and brought her into a one-arm hug. She had her legs tucked under her and was partially turned into me with her head almost on my chest. At first, her arms were folded: but, she let her right arm drape in front of me.

"So, why can't you sleep?"

"I kept thinking about you and how you kissed me."

I pulled her closer and said, "I kissed you like that because I meant it."

She put her right hand on my thigh and looked up at me, "Kiss me again."

We shifted to face each other, and we kissed; we kissed long and hard. My hands roamed around her back; I reached down and caressed her ass. I could feel that she wasn't wearing her panties. She shifted to give me more room; her right leg came up and provided a gateway to the heaven between her legs. I sent my hand down and under, slowly pulling her nightshirt up, and my fingertips lightly ran along her soft, full slit. I felt back and forth and, with each stroke, she rose up a bit and settled back down. There was a softness to her pussy that can't be described. I worked my fingers further into her slit; I could feel the gathering moisture and warmth of her petite pussy. My concentration was such that, at first, I didn't notice that her hand had made its way to my cock and she was starting to stroke me.

I pulled back and faced her, "Are all the girls asleep?"

"Yes, I waited for everyone to fall asleep because I wanted to play with myself with no one knowing. I was thinking about you and decided to come out here. Before I left the room I turned the light on and off and no one moved."

"You were touching yourself and thinking about me?"

Demurely, almost embarrassed, she replied, "Yes, I was thinking about you kissing me in the pool and I just started rubbing myself, it felt so good … is that OK?"

I needed a moment to take this in and said, "Oh yes, babydoll. As a matter of fact, I want you to think about me and play with yourself. I know I will think about you."

(Wide-eyed) "Really? You would think about me?"

"Anna, I already have; earlier, after I got out of the pool and went to the bathroom to change. I started thinking about our kiss; I saw your bikini and imagined you being there with me."

"Did you? … you know …"

"Jerk off? … of course and it was wonderful! Don't ever be ashamed of masturbating, honey."

"I like that you were thinking about me … I want you to do it more … maybe sometime we could do it together … "

"I think I have a better idea, my Princess."

I got up, took her hand and headed us across the house to my brother's room. Their bed is usually unmade and I figured no one would notice if it was slightly used. I sat on the edge of the bed with Anna Maria standing in front of me. I held her in my arms, she arched her back and pushed up into me, and we kissed again. I continued my explorations; she pulled back, placed her hands on my chest and pushed me down on the bed, half falling on top of me. Her hands moved down my torso to the waistband of my shorts. She began pulling my shorts down. She reached in and took my hard dick into her right hand. I decided to help and got my shorts off the rest of the way.

She seemed amazed at the sight of my partially erect cock. She could barely close her hand around its girth as she began stoking it. Her left hand then came into play and the sensations that shot through me reminded me of the first time a girl had touched my cock. Her hands were soft on my dick, as they flowed over the skin. She didn't grab on too hard: but, rather, kept a warm pressure as she stroked from the base up to bulge of the head and back down. She didn't strike me as an amateur in these matters.

"Have you done this before?"

"No, not me, myself: we've sneaked some of Uncle Dave's movies and I've watched them. I think I know what to do. Am I doing this right?"

"Oh yes, you're doing this part just right. Keep stroking me and see how big it can get. You've seen this sort of thing on video?"

She continued stroking me and said, "Oh yeah, a couple of times. Cousin Jeanne says this is called a handjob, (she looked away from my cock and into my eyes while continuing to work my cock) and she said if you really like or love someone, or if you really want something from a guy really bad, you can also give him a blowjob."

"You … you know about blowjobs?"

"Well, sort of. I haven't done it: but, I want to try with you because you're my secret Prince and you saved me today … Uncle Mike … please … can I?"

There was no hesitation; I wanted this! I said, "Go right ahead, but I want to sit up a bit to watch. Slide down off the bed and onto your knees."

She did as instructed and ended up with my now erect dick right at the level of her mouth. "Go on, give it soft kisses all over and then use your tongue on it like you used your tongue with my tongue."

She softly kissed the head of my dick, opened her mouth a bit, stuck out her tongue and began licking around the head. I guided the head to circle her tongue and she understood. Her tongue came out further and flatter and began to roll over the head, under and around. I couldn't help but groan in pleasure, which encouraged her to try harder. I thrust forward a bit and pushed the top of the head into her mouth. She looked at me with wide eyes and proceeded to take the entire head into her mouth.

She needed a bit of guidance with this new skill. She learned to take as much of my dick into her mouth, as possible, by sucking it in and maintaining the pressure as she slid her mouth on the shaft. She learned to vary her sucks in intensity and duration. I had her use her hands on my shaft to increase the contact area and provide quick strokes when she was concentrating more on the head.

She pulled back in surprise and asked, "Uncle Mike, did you just have your cum?"

I wasn't sure what she was talking about until I noticed a small amount of pre-cum seeping from my head. She added, "Something came out and I could taste it, it wasn't much."

She was smiling, her right hand wrapped around my shaft, with her cheek pressed up against my dick, slowly moving until her lips were upon the drop of pre-cum which she gently licked up with her tongue while keeping her eyes on me.

That alone almost did me in; but, I couldn't resist a little fun. I took her head in my hand and asked, "Didn't Jeanne tell you about pre-cum?"

"No, she never talked about it."

"Well, that shows you that she's never done anything like this and has never been with a man; you are so much more mature than her."

The satisfied smile she gave me was worth the restraint. "The pre-cum is like a lubricant; you know, some slippery stuff so that a man can get his dick into a girl's pussy quicker and easier."

She giggled at the pussy word. She glanced at my dick in her hand and asked, "Uncle Mike, are you going to try and get into my … pussy? … I'm not sure it would fit …"

I felt a wave of emotion sweep over me. Man, I love this girl! "Honey, we'll figure that out later. Right now you come up here and kiss me."

I lifted her up and on top of me as I laid back down on the bed. Her smell was that of freshness and little girl. There was no specific aroma, just a delicate heady female muskiness. She giggled when she felt my dick between her legs. She snuggled back a bit so it pressed right up against her. I reached down and started to pull her nightshirt up and over her head. She sat up a bit, lifted her arms and allowed me to have her completely undressed. I had her sit up a bit more to provide me a full view. She had the start of tan lines around her little tits. Her tits were mostly nipples; but, the start of development was definitely there. The areoles were a light pink and her little nipples were nice and erect. I played with them for a short while and tried to run my hands over every available inch of her skin.

I leaned her back to get a view of the pussy I had only felt and seen with a bathing suit bottom plastered to it. She leaned back on her hands and spread to expose herself. She watched me closely as I slid my hand down her body. My imagination had not done her justice. With her flat stomach, the pubic mound was very prominent. It was creamy white, except for the redness around her slit. She had a dusting of light soft hair, barely perceptible to the naked eye. I opened the slit, exposing two beautiful pink petals and a darker clitoral hood. There was evidence of moisture and an emerging aroma of female lubrication. Definitely, as pretty as a picture!

I brought her forward and kissed her deep and long. I began to sit up and guided her back down to kneeling in front of me. I gathered her blonde hair behind her head and placed her face directly in front of my dick and guided her towards me.

"Now, you need to finish what you started, young lady. You're going to suck my dick with all of your might, and when I cum, you're going swallow all of it, understand?"

Her mouth was already over the head and all she could do was look up, mumble a yes and nod her head. She began to work me as she has been told earlier. I kept a gentle hand on her head and assisted her in finding the right spots. I was starting to become lost in the sensations when the phone rang.

Shit! I didn't need anyone waking up! I quickly grabbed the phone. It was Jimmy, he cheerfully asked, "Hey man, how 'ya doing?"

I looked down at Anna Maria holding my dick and looking up at me, "I'm doing fine bro, everything is great." I took my free hand and guided her back to her work.

"Well, we've had a bit too much so we're going to Marianna's to crash, is that OK? Have the girls been good?"

"Everything here is going smoothly. Anna Maria has kept me up a bit longer than planned but that's fine. Don't worry one bit; just stay off the roads, you can't risk a DUI."

"OK Micky, we'll see you in the morning. Don't let Anna Maria take advantage of you."

"Not to worry. See you in the morning."

She didn't miss a beat and soon I was beginning to feel euphoric again. The sensation was outstanding; but the visual, the sight of a beautiful eleven year old knobbing your dick is just too much to for anyone to bear for long. I kept watching …

I didn't last much longer. I felt the pressure building, "Faster, faster…" I commanded and she obeyed. I had reached the point where I had no control, it was going to happen, "Get ready, I'm going to cum …" She straightened up a bit and gave me a look that was a combination of excitement and fear.

This was it! I shot my first load deep in her mouth. She was surprised and unsure what to do, "Keep stroking me" I grunted at her as I slid my dick out of her mouth in time to shoot my second load diagonally across the bridge of her nose to just above her left eye. She reflexively jerked back; I pressed her head back into position.

"Keep stroking and open your mouth!" The third shot landed right under her nose on her upper lip, followed by the fourth load right into her mouth. "Suck it! Suck it all out of me!"

Obediently, she took my convulsing dick into her mouth and accepted the last shots. I exhaled and took hold of my dick, pulled it out from her mouth and said, "Now swallow all of it." Again, she immediately obeyed.

It took her two tries, but she eventually cleared her mouth. "Now, for your face, use your hands." She started gathering the jizz from her face, sucking and licking her fingers as she gathered it all up. "There's a little left in my dick, use your hand to milk it out … slowly … slowly, yeah, there you are." She took the last of my cum with a kiss to the tip of my dick and a quick swallow.

I took her up by the arms and laid her next to me on the bed. She looked at me in a different sort of way, I asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, how about you?" Then it occurred to me, she had no idea if what she did for me was good or not.

I pulled her in close; gave her a gentle kiss and said, "That was one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me! You were great! You are so good, I can't even explain it. I've never felt so … so … lucky!"

She smiled and suddenly came to life, "Really? Did I do it right? I couldn't believe it when you shot your stuff in my mouth, I thought I was going to choke, then you pulled out, and, and I could actually see it happening! My god! It was unreal … I loved it! You should have seen the look on your face! I couldn't tell if you were hurting or really very happy! … Was that an orgasm?"

"Oh yes, it was and you did it, you made me cum; my God girl you're so beautiful and sexy!" We kissed again. She wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled me tighter. When she started to make quiet little noises from deep in her throat, I knew what I had to do.

I released her and laid her on her back next to me. She was gorgeous, timid and yet pleased with herself; I ran my right hand down along her stomach, following the slight upward curve and downward to her mound. I took great care to avoid touching her labia or the hood of her clit. I outlined her vulva with my thumb and forefinger and ran my hand along the inside of her right thigh down to her knee. I reversed course and slowly made my way back to her little pussy; I again outlined the erogenous zone and made my way to her other thigh and repeated the movements again. She began to squirm and actually lifted her butt up and tried to direct herself to my hand on my return trip. I avoided the direct contact as my hand made its way up to her left breast.

I crooked her tiny tit between my thumb and forefinger, and started a slow circular motion around the base with the tip of my thumb, slowly working inward to the areola. Her breast was soft to the touch, but very firm in structure; the tiny pink nipple was growing stiffer with each circle of my thumb. Her breathing was becoming deeper as she started the slightest of squirms, moving closer and closer to me. I leaned over and gave her left nipple the most delicate of kisses. I was rewarded with a low moan and a reflexive jerk that took her nipple away from my mouth.

I leaned forward more and this time took her entire immature breast into my mouth and began to suckle on her little titty. My right hand was pinching and rolling her left nipple around. Her reaction was phenomenal. Her back was starting to arch, her head thrown back; she directed my head with one hand, and my hand with the other. I shifted my mouth from the left to the right tit and let my right hand venture down to her crotch. This time I don't bother with teasing her pussy. I cupped her crotch with my hand.

The base of my thumb was resting on her clit while my middle finger explored further south, circling and tickling her asshole. She began to moan and writhe around in a rhythmic manner. Her legs were spreading further and further; inviting more attention. I let go of her tit, pulled away and watched the virginal throes of real first-time passion.

I pressed my hand a little more forcefully and caused her to lift her ass off the bed, held her there for a moment and then brought her back down. I repeated this a few times, watching her the entire time. Her eyes were partially closed and I could see them rolling back a little in their sockets; her breathing was deeper and began to fall in rhythm with my hand movements.

I released her and slid down the length of her body. I took time to cover her in kisses as I moved along. She whispered, "Uncle Mike …Uncle Mike…" I quietly shushed her. I got even with her crotch, sidled over a bit and worked my head under and between her legs.

Her legs were on my shoulders and her feet on my back. God, she was so small! Her spread legs caused her pussy to slightly open and there, in front of me, was the heaven I had earlier fantasized about. I ran my tongue around the edges of her pussy a couple of times before I gently worked it into the slit and begin an up and down licking over and through the labia.

I held her ass in my hands and lifted her when I needed a better angle. She was responding wonderfully, I felt myself getting hard once again and had to shift a bit for comfort. I kissed and sucked her labia until they extended out enough to create the vision of a newly budded flower. I could tell that she was still intact and I already knew she would stay that way tonight.

I worked the tip of my tongue up and into the hood over her clit. At first contact she bucked and tried to push away, I thrust forward, cupped her ass more firmly and forced contact again. I flitted and darted my tongue around and over her clit. I switched and kissed it; gently sucking it between my lips. My Princess was now on the verge, her breathing got heavy and sweet; soft guttural sounds coming from somewhere deep inside her. Her hips began to buck up, down and forward into me in a grinding motion. She was pressed into my face. I was lost in her heady aroma and slick pussy juice. I kept trying to keep my tongue and mouth focused, and it was quite a wonderful battle.

Eventually her legs stiffened and clamped around my head. She shuddered, shook, arched her back and drove her pussy further into my face. She let out a cry and dropped back to the bed. She had three more spasms while I laid between her legs watching her pussy. I gave her pussy a long deep kiss and gathered up whatever juices were available. This brought on another quiver and shake; she reached down for my head saying, "Uncle Mike … Uncle Mike … come here."

I edged up alongside her, crocked my left arm under her neck and we laid facing each other. She reached with her left hand to the back of my head and drew me to her. She gave me a deep, loving kiss; emitting soft moans while she pulled herself closer and closer. She hooked her left leg up and over me and pulled in even tighter. We clung to each other even after we broke our kiss. I caressed her back, down to her ass; she had her right arm bent in between us, her left arm around my neck and her left leg over my side. She began to move back downward, took my half-erect dick into her left hand and began to slowly caress it back to life.

She looked up at me and said, "Uncle Mike, there's something I want; so, how about I do something for you and you do something for me?"

I stopped her and pulled her back up. "Honey, you never need to do anything for me for me to help you. I don't want you making this sort of deal with anyone, understand?"

She became somewhat subdued and said, "I guess so … you mean you'll help me … for nothing in return?"

"We do things, all sorts of things, for each other not because of what we'll get in return, but because we want to give to each other … it's not payment, it's giving, like giving special gifts to those who are special to us. You have to be very selective whom you decide to honor in such a way. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so; my mom always says to make sure you get something back whenever you do something for someone."

With a touch more seriousness, I looked at her and said, "Anna Maria, you are not your mother; she's completely wrong, and selfish … tell me, what is it you want?"

She steadily replied, "I want Eddie to leave me alone. My mom doesn't believe what he has been trying to do and then blames me. Can you make him stop?"

I was already envisioning what was going to happen to Eddie and exactly how it would go down. I looked her in the eyes and said, "Consider it already done; he will never bother you again."

With that she smiled, pulled in tight once again and asked, "Uncle Mike, are we going to do it now? Are we going to make love?"

"No, we're not; I really want to, but now is not the time. You have to find someone very special for this to be right and, right now, I think you need to be at least a few years older."

"But Uncle Mike, I want you to be the one! … pleeeease … let's do it!"

"Listen, trust me on this. I will be the one, if you want me to; hell, I would be the happiest man on earth … but not tonight, and not for a while. Just stay here with me a little longer and then we have to get back to bed, it's pretty late right now."

She made her best grumpy face and simply said, "OK."

After a moment she looked up at me and asked, "Uncle Mike, do … you love me?" Adding, "Not like an uncle … do you love me?"

"Princess, I love you deeply. More than anyone else."

With that she curled up in my arms, breathed a contented sigh, and slowly began to drift off. Before I fell asleep I got her dressed and off to the girls' room. I checked Jimmy's room, to clear any evidence, and made my way to the boys' room for some sleep.

The following morning I woke to the sounds of little girls giggling and going about morning business. I came out of the boys' room, through the living room and to the kitchen entry to find Jan and her two cousins eating their breakfast and dressed for the day's church camp.

"Uncle Mike, do you want any cereal?"

"I'll pass for now; you guys got everything under control?"

"Yes we do! Dad said he would be home in time to get us to church. Anna is still asleep, she must really be tired; but, that's OK because she doesn't go to our church group anyway."

"OK, in that case, I'm going to catch a few more Zs."

I plodded back to the bedroom side of the house. I couldn't resist taking a peek into the girls' room. There she was, face down, turned away from me, with her arm around some sort of oversized stuffed animal, and her beautiful panty encased ass exposed as her night shirt had ridden up to her waist. She had a pair of silky light blue panties on that clung to her like a second skin. I could only sigh as I closed the door and went back to bed.

I dozed off, a bit, but my mind kept going back to the previous day's activities. I was kind of surprised that my thoughts centered on her face and hair; but she is so damn pretty! To this day, I can't help but stroke my cock gently when thinking about her. Even though she was eleven, she was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever been with.

Soon enough I heard Jimmy, Diane and the boys coming in the house. I braced myself and, within moments, I was attacked by my nephews and had no choice but to wake up and defend myself. I eventually wrestled both of them to the ground and had them pinned. I loved to make them cry "Uncle" and they did. They wanted to know if I was coming to church with them; I fibbed, sort of, and said I worshipped last night.

Jimmy was standing at the door and told me that he and Diane were going to Mass with the kids and were then going to take the girls to church group. It would be about two hours before they would get back. He asked if I would hang out a while until they returned. He said that all of Diane's family was coming over that afternoon. Last night, Marianna told them that she was going to move to take a job in Santa Monica, California in three weeks and wanted to tell everyone at one time. I told him I could hang for a couple of hours; but, I needed to get home, at some point, to get my lessons ready for the week and get some laundry done. He laughed and said, "Sure, no problem. You sure as hell don't want to be around for the big cry!"

I hung out in the kitchen and had my coffee as everyone got ready and ventured off to church, leaving me and my soon-to-be departed Princess home alone. I decided not to say anything specific; but, I had a special goodbye in mind.

I headed into the girls' room with a cup of coffee for me and a glass of juice for her. She was awake and had rolled over, facing the door. I put the juice glass on the nightstand, took the desk chair to the foot of the bed and sat down.

She watched me sit and said, "Good morning, Uncle Mike. You didn't go to church?"

"Nope. I would rather spend my morning with you; you're my morning sunshine today."

She hopped up from bed and said, "Hold on a minute, I'll be right back."

She headed off to the bathroom and in a few minutes she was back and sitting on the edge of the bed sipping her OJ. She had pulled her hair back, into a ponytail and was looking as cute as hell.

"I was wondering about something, young lady … "

She put her glass down and folded her hands in her lap. God, her legs looked wonderful! She asked, "What is it?"

"Last night you came out and told me you were touching yourself … thinking about me … I want you to tell me about that."

"Uncle Mike, no … no way … what do you mean?"

I got up from the chair, walked up to her, gently took her by the shoulders and lay her down on the bed. I went back to the chair, sat and said, "I want you to show me how you play with yourself and I want you to look at me as you do it. I want to see how you'll play with yourself and think about me when I'm not with you."

"OK, this is kind of weird … but, I can do that. You know, I was thinking about you while I was waiting for everyone to leave."

"Show me."

With that she slowly moved her hands down to the hem of her night shirt and pulled it up, lifting her ass to make room for it. Her hands were on her flat stomach making slow circular motions with her fingers sliding under the elastic top of her panties.

"I want you to show me how you play with your tits first."

"They're not that big, do you really want me to?"

"Anna, I love your tits. Your nipples are so pretty. Play with them and make them hard."

"Only for you Uncle Mike; only for you." She said with a half grin.

Her hand moved up and under her nightshirt until it was pulled all the way up around her neck. I motioned for her to take it off and she did. She placed her hands on her tits and started squeezing them. She tucked her chin to see better and held her hands flat with only her palms touching the tips of her nipples. She began to slowly move them across her nipples until they were as hard and erect as pencil erasers. She was also starting to move around on the bed as her physical reactions to the stimulations were starting.

She glanced at me and said, "I'm imagining that you're playing with my tits and making them hard … I'm thinking that you would be kissing me as you play with them." Her eyes partially closed as her mouth slightly opened and her tongue slowly moved about her lips.

She kept her right hand at her tits while she slid her left hand down her stomach to her panties. Her right hand moved to her mouth and she began kissing the back of her hand. Her knees came off the bed a bit and she spread her bent legs outward, keeping her feet near each other. Her mound and slit were as plain as day through the thin delicate cloth of her panties.

Her hand moved downward, she split her fingers around her mound and gently lifted her butt so her hand could close up and cup her entire package. She slid her hand back up and I could see the middle finger of her hand move inward along her slit and work its way to the top to locate her clit. I glanced up to her face and she was looking directly at me as her hand began to work her clit in a slow up and down circular motion. With every downward motion, her ass rose just a little.

I looked her in the eyes and said, "Keep your hand outside your panties a little longer and keep doing what you're doing."

She never stopped looking directly into my eyes, not even for a second. "When you're done, I'm going to want those panties for myself. I'm going to want them to be full of your Princess juices so that I can always get a taste or smell of you whenever I want." She began to work her fingers harder, driving the cloth into her slit. I could see the wet spot growing.

I eased back in my chair and slid my shorts off. Anna kept her eyes on me and then became fixated on my cock as it rose to half erect on its own. I took my right hand and started to stroke myself. I kept my eyes firmly looking into hers as she shifted from looking at my eyes to watching me jerk off. I was now fully erect and it felt as though my dick has never been bigger. I took my left hand and began to roll my balls around loosening up the sack so they could have the proper hang. When I did this, she smiled and said they looked funny. I shushed her and began to make a bit of a production of stroking my cock. I have always enjoyed jerking off with a girl watching and waiting for the eventual eruption; but, this time there was something more, it wasn't just that she is joining me in the masturbation, there was something else I couldn't identify. It was something from the heart that I hadn't felt for a while.

"Anna, take your panties off and give them to me." She did as instructed and I placed them on the floor with my shorts. "Now, start touching yourself like you really mean it, and I want you to keep watching me."

"Uncle Mike, look …" She had her index finger placed just outside of her pussy and slowly pushed it in up to the second knuckle; she brought it back out and plunged it back in. She rode her finger and kept her thumb in contact with her clit as best she could.

I was amazed! "But last night, you were still … "

"After you put me to bed I woke up and wanted more; I was playing with myself and all of a sudden, I put my finger in. It hurt for a second, but then it felt good. I pretended it was you inside me and I had another real orgasm, like with you. I had to clean up afterwards … you need to help me wash the blanket … "

"We'll take care of everything … now, tell you what; I'll imagine my hand is your pussy and you imagine your finger is my dick."

"OK, but will you put it in me?"

"Maybe I will … but, for now … get back to what you were doing."

She began her movements and, before very long, was once again in a heightened state. I had to be careful; I felt that I wouldn't last too long and didn't want to spoil what I had in mind. I slowed down and watched; I watched her every move, her facial contortions as sensations moved through her, the rhythmic writhing and grinding as her hands worked her body, her little tits and erect nipples, and, most of all, her face and eyes. She was the picture of youthful beauty.

I stood and approached the bed; I knelt with my right leg above the top of her head just off the pillow. I leaned to my left and took her hand away from her pussy. She surprised me by cradling my balls in her hand, turning her head and kissing my sack. I leaned back a bit and let my left hand caress her warm moist pussy. I adjusted myself so the head of my dick was pointed directly at her mouth. She knew what was expected and started sucking and stroking my dick with all the passion she could muster. I began to play with her pussy, letting my fingers adjust and synch to her motions. When I flicked the tip of my finger on her clit she lifted up, when I slowed down she dropped back down, when I cupped her vulva and squeezed in, she ground downward, as I released, she moved back up.

I slid my hand upward until the tip of my index finger was drawing small circles around her clit. This had the result of her popping out a number of small orgasmic jerks; I slid my finger down and inward, sending it deep into her virgin pussy. Her mouth came off my dick and her eyes widened as she gaped at me. She didn't expect this. I began to move my finger in and out of her tight, warm, virgin pussy. Her breathing became shorter and she held her wide-eyed look into my eyes. She tried to say my name, but her rapid breathing garbled her pronunciation. I slowed down and stopped when my finger was in at its deepest. "Did you want something, beautiful?"

She purred, "Oooh, Uncle Mike, don't stop … keep going … ooooh Mike."

I adjusted my hand around so that my palm was up and my finger could caress the front of her vaginal wall. I applied pressure there and slowly moved the pad of my finger along the inside of the silky sheath that is her pussy. I watched her carefully and then there it was!

Her eyes lit up again and almost immediately several small orgasmic pelvic thrusts erupted from her. My finger was on the spot in line with her clit. I know nerve tendrils from the clitoris spread out and around the vaginal wall at just this spot. I began to work the inside of her pussy and stimulated the clit itself with my thumb. I kept my erection directly over her face and lowered myself now and then in order to smother her face with my dick and balls. She did her best to pay attention to my needs; but, the stimulation was having the desired effects. Her eyes began to glaze and, then, rolled back as she arched up and back from my hand; her breathing became more rapid. I whispered to her, "C'mon Sunshine, let it go, let it all go! It's only me and you. No one else is here; let the feelings take you … "

She arched, one more time, and held the position; I gave her one last squeeze from inside and out, and she let out a deep guttural roar-type sound as she clenched her legs on my hand. She was in a full body quiver. I had never seen anything quite like this before. My hand was trapped between her legs as her pussy contracted and pulsated on my imprisoned finger. When she loosened up, I got my hand out and used both arms to wrap her in an embrace, as she quivered out the last jerks and thrusts of her orgasm.

I laid her down on the bed and straddled her chest. Her arms were resting on my thighs. I began to stroke my dick just inches from her face and she said, "It's mine, kind Prince, you're all mine …" She took it by both hands, lifted her head and took as much in as her little mouth could manage. She worked furiously, stroking with her hands, as well as sucking and knobbing. She took it out and rubbed it all over her face and said, "I love your dick, Uncle Mike … I could just eat it …" With that, and a smile, she sucked it in again.

That was it for me! I tensed, and every muscle seemed to contract. I could feel the build up from deep inside and then the orgasmic ejaculation … I realized I was making the sounds I make when working with the heavy weights in the gym. I let loose! It felt wonderful … an amazing sensation! I watched as cum began to escape from her mouth as I convulsed and spewed load after load. She was having trouble breathing as her mouth was being filled with my cum and I kept thrusting my dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. I eased off a bit, collected myself and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She caught her breath, which caused a load of cum to run down either side of her cheeks. She swallowed, and coughed as she tried to clear her throat for air; just then, I had the last convulsion of ejaculation and it fell directly into her open mouth.

I slid down to lie face to face with her and did something I have never done before: I dove right in, kissed her cum covered lips and Frenched her cum covered tongue. It was an odd sensation. I have tasted cum once before (another story), but never my own. I used my tongue to clean up what had spilled and directed it back to her mouth where she dutifully consumed every last drop. We laid there, staring at each other, holding each other tight and she said, "Uncle Mike, what are we going to do?"

I replied, "Well, first we're going to take a shower, get some stuff in the wash, have something to eat and, then we'll talk about what we should do, OK?"

She was very pleased with this suggestion. As she headed off to the bathroom, she told me to hurry up. I rose and followed her. We took our time in the shower, washing each other and closely exploring every inch of each other's bodies. Of course, in the process, I got excited once again. With the water running behind me, she sat on the rim of the tub and proceeded to, once again, suck my dick empty. This time she let most of the cum run down, out of her mouth, and over her beautiful little body. I rubbed the cum into her skin, like lotion, and slowly worked my way down to her pussy, where I fingered her to a devilish little orgasm. We toweled each other off, got dressed and explored for food. We settled on some rye bread toast with peanut butter and jelly. We sat at the counter and ate our breakfast in relative silence.

When I saw that she had finished I casually asked, "What do you know about California?"

She turned to face me and replied, "Mom's been thinking about getting a job out there … something to do with making lots of money talking on the phone"

"How do you feel about it?"

"I dunno, I think it sounds like fun … I don't want to leave everyone … I don't want to be stuck out there with only my mom and brothers … but, California is cool. Maybe I could become a star or something. … What do you think; do you want me to stay with you? Should we run away?"

"I don't think we can run away. We both know that wouldn't work, nor would your coming to live with me. I haven't told anyone, yet, but I'll probably be moving to Florida next year. A friend of mine is a principal down there and he wants me to be the wrestling coach and teach math."

"I love Florida! Mom has taken us twice, you'll love Disney!"

"No, no, no, it's nowhere near Disney. Anyway, I'll be really busy with work. I think we may both be ending in different places with sun, sand, and ocean."

We sat in silence for a while.

"Uncle Mike, are you going to marry someone when you are in Florida?"

"I can't imagine it! Maybe I'll get a girlfriend? But I don't know. Will you get a boyfriend in California?"

"Is it OK if I do? I think I would like to have a boyfriend sometime."

"I think you'll have plenty of chances to have boyfriends. You'll need to be careful; some are only going to want you for your body and will drop you as soon as you give in to them. They aren't worthy of you. Others might be like you and me and will never leave you but may not always be with you. Eventually, you will meet the right person. Who knows? Maybe in ten years it will be me and you; but until then, you have to go to and finish high school. You have to go to college. You have to go to dances and parties. You need to have friends, you need to have boyfriends, break up with them and, once in a while, you'll get dropped. There is so much you have to experience."

"Uncle Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"What about Eddie?"

"He won't be coming to California with you. He'll be leaving your mom for good this week"

"Are you sure? Are you going to hurt him?"

"He won't ever bother you again."

"OK, Uncle Mike … Uncle Mike … I do really love you more than anyone else in the world."

We both heard the car pulling up the drive. I leaned over kissed her and said, "I love you too, Princess."

Three days later, Eddie was taken from the parking lot at the Pink Kitten Club and driven to the 23rd Street viaduct. When the police found him, two days after that, he was beaten, bound and gagged; his pants and briefs were stripped off and a noose, made of 70 lb. fishing line tied off to the tracks, was placed around his sack and dick. He never said a word to anyone. He packed his bags and moved back to Erie PA to live with his mother. No one has ever heard from him again.

Back in the Car

Yes, that was three years ago. My first and last sexual encounter with Anna Maria. The miles had slipped by as I drove to Dayton.

I had completely forgotten about lunch; time was passing with memories of Anna Maria flooding my mind. I detoured into Springfield and found a local deli. It wasn't hard to miss: the local Junior High cheerleaders were having a carwash in the front lot which only confirmed my decision to pull in. I bantered a bit with the two girls who ran up to see if I wanted my car washed. I ended up skipping the car wash; but, I made a nice donation to their uniform fund. I made sure to get their names before handing over the money (Jenni DeMarco & Olivia Saunders - both cute-as-a-button brunettes.) I gave a formal bow and headed into the deli. I placed my order, took the offered cup, got my drink and found a place to sit near the soda fountain facing the door.

Old habits die hard. I took out my phone, recorded my location; set the GPS, recorded what had happened, as well as the girls' names and descriptions. Within minutes my lunch was delivered. I was eating and reading the headlines from the phone when the two girls came in. I switched to record and got in a few minutes of them getting drinks, chatting, giggling and saying hi to me. If I ever want, or need, to find them again I have all I need. I finished up and got back on the road.

Jimmy's Place in Dayton

The rest of the drive was uneventful and I made it to Jimmy's by four in the afternoon. He and my nephews greeted me when I pulled up. We went inside and he told me that Diane and Jan were out shopping with Anna Maria.

"Anna? I thought they weren't going to be here 'til tomorrow?"

"Marianna drove by yesterday and asked if Anna could stay here for the weekend. Apparently she kept talking about how much she really missed Dianne and Jan and begged to stay here; anyway, they're out doing some shopping and are going to bring home dinner. Jabba went down to Cincinnati for a job interview. Regardless, drop your stuff in the guest room and come back for a beer, we need to talk money."

"Are they moving back to Ohio?"

"Dunno yet, she wants to. I think the California thing has gone bust. You should get a gander of Anna; she's turning into a real beauty."

I saw Anna two years prior when I went out west to help her with a situation, but I didn't speak to her or meet up with her or anything. I watched her from a distance for a few days in order to make sure she was safe. She was drop dead gorgeous then, what must she look like now? My mind was racing, I had no idea how it would be to see her. She was going to be there that night and the next! For a moment I felt like running, but I knew that wouldn't be possible. Would her opinion of me have changed? Would she make a scene? Will she hate me?

Trying my best to cover, I replied, "You know Jimmy, she's always been a beauty; hell, she has the way about her."

Jimmy nodded his head and said,"Just like you, man."

The guest room is what is known as a mother-in-law suite with its own bathroom, small sitting area and outside entrance. I used it for a few minutes to catch my breath and calm down. When I came back, Jimmy told me about an investment idea that, if it panned out, would provide hefty returns for our investments. It had something to do with real estate along the Kentucky side of the Ohio River. It sounded good to me, I guess, and I told him to go ahead with it.

We heard the girls arrive. Jimmy said in passing, "Get ready, Anna's been asking all about you and got excited when I told her you would be here this afternoon." My heart skipped a beat.

In the door they came, laughing, giggling, and laden down with all different sorts of bags. Diane spoke first, "Micky, look at Anna, she's just beautiful isn't she?" And there before my eyes, stood my now fourteen-year-old Princess, to who Diane did not do justice. She was stunning!

She stood about five foot four, thin, but not reedy, and she had the lightly tanned glow of a California blonde. Her hair was held in place with two ponytails. She had developed a knock-out body with the types of tits that seem to defy gravity. She was thin and lean; but, she also had the right amount of curves and delicate softness that comes naturally to some girls. Her arms were petite and her face had no angular style to it; but, her cheekbones were high and her eyes shone like beacons.

She was wearing a grey skirt with two shoulder straps and a white and black striped shirt. The skirt came about three inches above her knees and displayed perfectly toned, lean legs. She was acting a bit shy as I approached and reached out for a hug. She set down her bags, flashed a quick but unforgettable smile, closed the distance between us and gave me a warm, tight embrace. She smelled great, and, as she pressed into me, the feeling of her tits was indescribable! They felt rock hard and almost keep the rest of her from making contact until she firmed up her hug and came closer.

"I love you, Uncle Mike. I've missed you."

"I love you too, Princess." Then we broke off for the sake of propriety

What a relief! We were of the same mind. The rest of the evening was filled with the nephews, my niece, my brother, his wife, and, my Princess. We all have a very good evening. Anna regaled us with stories about California. I believe I could sit and watch her talk forever. The kids were sent off to bed at ten-thirty. I stayed up a little longer and, with great anticipation, got to bed at eleven. I laid there and thought that maybe what happened three years ago was pretty perverted, not something every guy would do. But now, who wouldn't want a piece of this gorgeous fourteen-year-old? No normal guy would refuse it; although I was pretty tired, those thoughts brought on a second wind of alertness and excitement. Around midnight the door to the guestroom quietly opened and a blonde figure stole into the room.

I rolled to my back and watched her as she approached. She was dimly visible by the light from the street. She was wearing a sheer babydoll nightie, which shimmered in the indirect light. I made room on the bed and she came over and sat sideways on the edge facing me. She was being very serious, very adult. I reached for her and placed my hands on her hips; she leaned forward and put a hand on either side of my head. She leaned down and we kissed. A very soft engaging kiss that escalated into the passionate greeting we had both been waiting for all afternoon and evening.

She sat back, half on top of me, and said, "I've been waiting three years to finish what we started … I almost can't believe we're together again."

I pulled her back down and kissed her again. This time I rolled away from the edge, bringing her over and alongside me. With my mouth just inches from her lips I said, "I've thought of you a lot. I've missed you. Thoughts of you have helped me get through some very bad times."

With that she quivered a bit, smiled, and pulled me back down for a deep tongue involved kiss. My hand started exploring a familiar and, at the same time, completely new body. She was a big girl now; but, still petite, soft and fresh. Her reactions were deep and feeling; but, still they rang of novel feelings and new sensations. I had to sit up and take a good look. Her face was more developed, indescribably more beautiful; her eyes penetrating, her lips so soft, full and red.

I reached for the nightie bottom and began to lift it up and off her; she said, "I hope you like my outfit. I bought it especially for you today when we went shopping."

I stopped; placed my hands on her hips, ran them down to her thighs, back up to her hips and in to her waist and said, "My lord! You are a complete and total vision! The nightie is sexy as hell … but, it's really only sexy because you're in it … for now… "

She laughed and took the nightie top off herself.

Her breasts were full C cups and as firm as only a young girl's can be. They remained in position even as she laid back, proudly reaching into the night air. Her nipples had grown larger, her aureole were pretty pink, about quarter size and her nipples a darker shade, already erect and looking like two brand new pencil erasers. Her stomach was flat and her ribs slightly exposed. Her hips round symmetrically out into long, lean legs. I reached for her panties to complete the undressing. As before, her gap was just perfect. No extra thigh fat closing things up; a perfect space between perfect thighs. The panties came off easily and swiftly. Her outer lips were visible through wisps of blonde pubic hairs that curled around her pussy like soft down. I wanted so bad to go down on her and eat that sweet treat.

As I started to move in that direction, she took hold of me by the shirt and began pulling it off me. She reversed me and ended up on top of me. She slid down and removed my shorts. She lingered for a bit, looking at, and gently stroking, my cock. I was already pretty erect; but, her gentle encouragements brought me to full excitement. I started to push her down to suck me, but she resisted. She glanced up at me, clambered up and looked me directly in the face.

Quietly, but sternly, she said, "Now listen here, old man. (Old Man!?!!) I've been waiting three years for this moment. You took me to the edge; you made me feel things I've never felt before or since. I begged you to take me and you didn't … That's OK, it was probably the only honorable thing you did that weekend. But, I've been keeping myself for you all this time. Boyfriends, cute high school guys, a teacher, and a neighbor have all tried to get in, but no … I've been waiting for you! We come to town a year ago and you're nowhere to be found. Somewhere in Florida they said; no one knew where you were. I know you came out West and took care of that asshole teacher for me, but you never came by or even tried to see me. I don't know what sort of shit you got yourself into or who've you been with, and I don't care … this is my time now. I want you inside me, I need you to make love to me … and fuck me. You say you love me, now you need to show it."

She continued, but more quietly; as she spoke, she was pressed down, full body, against me. She squirmed around a bit, as she spoke, while placing soft kisses on my neck and chest. "Do you realize my mom made me go on the pill two years ago … because she says she's too young to become a grandmother? … She thinks I'm screwing around; but, no … I've been saving myself for you. … When we left for California … I promised myself … you would be the first … (she looked up at me with a devilish smile) … I even have a little toy at home I named Micky … just so you're the only one in me. … Now we're here together at last."

She arched herself up and moved face to face with me again and said, with greater authority, "You're going to have to take care of me all weekend and do what I want, whenever I want it … do you understand?"

My lord, I have never been so turned on in all my life! "Yes, yes, and yes again! It's your weekend and you'll call the shots!"

Her warm, moist, pussy was hovering just above the head of my dick and, whether intentional or not, she was brushing up against it and driving me crazy. She started reacting to the contact as well. Her head rolled back a bit and her eyes closed as she pressed and let out a quiet little "mmmmmmm … "

My hands were moving all over her from her waist up to her firm tits hanging inches from my face. She started to slowly press harder against my dick when I remembered, "Old Man? Old man?! Where in the world did that come from … well … let an old man show you a thing or two."

With that I reversed out from under her, placed myself between those milky thighs and located her warm, moist piece of heaven with the head of my dick. I worked my legs to lift her knees up alongside me and, then, leaned in with most of my weight on top of her. She let out a soft moan. I leaned in for a kiss and we lip-locked in deep passion. As we kissed I slid the head of my dick up and down along her moist slit. I broke the kiss and with our eyes locked, I pushed my hips forward.

The first thrust was a miss, the second hit home, the head was in and I thought I would cum right then! She let out a quick gasp, stiffened up slightly and gave me a surprised look. I pulled back just a bit and pushed in half way; her reaction was the same, only heightened. Her breaths were deeper and becoming audible. I then began the rhythmic thrusts of a good old fashioned missionary fuck. I ground into her; I shifted weight and direction from side-to-side. We were in perfect synchronicity; she fit like a warm, satin glove. She eventually began to use her pussy to pull me in and control my actions. Her pussy was getting wetter with each thrust and the action was getting a little slurpy-noisy. I began to wonder just who was fucking who! Her breathing was becoming quick, she made loud gasps, and she was working as hard as I was. Her hips were moving to reach up and grasp every thrust and her pussy was tightening around my dick as I drove deeper to completely fill her.

I climbed further forward, repositioned myself directly above her, and began to pile drive my dick into her captured pussy. I moved as fast and as hard as I could. She was caught off-guard, reacting with a bit of a shock and then she wrapped her arms around my neck, clamped her legs around my waist, buried her face into my neck and we became one writhing humping pile of flesh.

The night was warm and our sweat made everything slippery and sensual. She was breathing very hard and rasping, "Micky, fuck me, fuck me, Micky fuck me, fuck …" she lost the words and let out an orgasmic moan along with tight, hard contractions. That was it for me; I unloaded into her little pussy with all I had. I buried my head alongside her head and into her beautiful blonde hair. I kept humping her until there was nothing left in me. We fell apart, laid next to each other panting deeply at first and then with more contented breathing.

"Anna, that was just amazing! I've really missed you … I'm sorry for not being around more."

"Mike, I feel so good right now. It was everything I had ever hoped for … I'm going to run to the bathroom for a minute … OK?"

There she went, moving like a lady, while trying to keep a load of cum from running down her leg. She was beautiful, even when she was awkward. It was starting to get late and the exertions of the past two days were starting to take a toll on me. I felt myself begin to drift off … "Mike, don't you even think about going to sleep … I'm still on California time and I'm not finished yet!"

She was crawling back on top of me. "I've got some plans for tonight and you're a big part of them … if you know what I mean …" I rolled and put her on her back next to me.

"Anna ... these are absolutely beautiful … they're so firm … and so big." I was playing with her tits, squeezing them and groping like a teenage boy. I used my thumbs to caress her nipples, taking care to give equal attention to both. They became rock hard and Anna was enjoying every sensation. I shifted over, almost on top of her, and put both hands to work; "They almost don't even feel real they're so perfect."

"Mike, stop talking about my boobs and put your mouth to better use on them." I began squeezing, sucking and tonguing her perfect tits. They were extremely firm and, as it turned out, very sensitive as well. She kept a hand on the back of my head and guided me to insure a proper suckling on each one. I nuzzled in between her tits and started to draw a line with my tongue down to her navel. She has a cute little "outie" and it too turned out to be sensitive to a tonguing. It must have felt weird to her because she pulled away a bit and guided my head down to its original destination.

I couldn't wait. I inserted my tongue directly between her outer lips and pushed it into her vaginal opening. She stiffened out when I did this, and I then proceeded to tongue fuck her. I slid out and licked the tip of my tongue upward to the hood of her clit. I worked around a bit and made contact with her love button. Her hips rose from the bed as she pushed the flower of her womanhood into my face. I continued the licking motion with pauses at the top in order to give her clit extra attention. Her ass rose and she pushed into me and matched my every move. I kept my right hand up on her tits, alternating right to left. When I hit the clit I pinched a nipple or gave a tit an extra squeeze and pull. She began to work her pussy up and down and into my face. I struggled to keep up, literally using everything from my chin to the tip of my nose to keep her worked up. I slowed at one point and she kept going.

She was actually using my face to masturbate. I found this to be rather exciting, I took my tit hand, grabbed her hand and placed it on her tits; she brought her other hand into play and was playing with her tits while she frantically drove her pussy all over my face. I joined back in, but kept an eye upward to watch the fourteen year-old's sexual display that was happening inches from my eyes. Her pussy juice was the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted! It was earthy, and heady: Princess Mead! The aroma was affecting me down to my gut.

She drove her snatch upward, to allow my tongue to run along her pussy, and then pushed to get it into her hole; then, she pushed herself forward and down to get my tongue onto her clit where she made two or three quick up and down jerks. This became quicker; she started to pant out my name, but only managed the "Miii …" over and over again.

Her ass rose, and stayed up; she arched and let out a soft sound that sounded like, "Mu mu mu mu mu mu mu …" Her pussy was gyrating and driving into my face. I slurped up everything I could; I cupped my hands under her ass, to keep her in place as I finished my midnight snack. She eventually pulled away and dropped down to the bed. I rested my chin on her pussy, had my arms hooked up around her legs and watched as she slowed her breathing and looked down at me, "Mike, come up here with me." I made my way up and we laid together for a while, wrapped in a deep hug and occasionally kissing.

I was totally surprised by the reaction I was having; slowly, my dick was becoming erect. I'd had quite a couple of days; but, the magic of my Princess was undeniable. I started to rub my recently returned friend along her thigh.

"Uncle Mike, you're ready again? I don't know how much more I can take tonight."

"My dear, you're like magic! I think we will have one more and then no more for the night."

Softly, and with a mischievous smile, she looked at me and said, "Do you want me to take care of you?" She reached down and took my dick into her hand and started to slide down.

"No, you're going to go along for the ride this time. I think you said something earlier about wanting to get fucked … well, I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore; as a matter of fact … you're going to get fucked until you say 'Uncle'."

She liked that, looked at me and said, "I would like to see you try … Micky!"

I edged off the bed and stood facing her, "OK, now move over here." I reached for her legs and spread them around my legs. I bent over, "Now, wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist." She did as I directed; I cupped her ass with my hands and stood up, lifting her as I did. With a little adjustment I had the head of my dick at the entrance to her extremely wet, and now super-sensitive, pussy.

She gave me a quick look and said, "Micky, standing up? Will this work?"

I positioned her properly and drove the head of my dick into her. I then lifted her and dropped her down on my dick driving it all the way in. She let out a loud gasp and clung tighter to my neck. Her legs began to loosen but I hitched her up and she grabbed on again. I had to lean forward a little to provide greater motion and before long we were in harmony, with her hanging on, being swung back and forth, I slammed into her bottom, filling her as much as possible. Her head was buried into my neck at first and then she threw her head back and looked at me with an animal passion that I haven't seen from her before. She was swinging from me like a jungle gym from her youth.

We were both sexually grunting with every slapping slam of my body against her bottom. Although the excitement was rising, I was getting a little tired. I laid her back on the bed, pulled out, and turned her over, exposing her beautiful ass and pussy. I was on my knees behind her, I reached around to the inside of her thighs, spread her legs, lifted her pussy up to my dick and pulled her towards me as I drove in with all the force I could. I started an animalistic humping, trying to get myself as deep inside her as possible.

She squeezed her legs around me, slowing me down, and in a loud, little girl whisper said, "Uncle Mike, you're starting to hurt me, slow it down … down, so hard."

I slowed to a stop, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I said to slow it do … Oh fuck! Micky, I didn't mean Uncle when I said uncle!"

I restarted my thrusts into her, although somewhat less forcefully, I said between each thrust, "Oh no … little one … you … said … uncle … and that's … what you … meant by it."

She rolled her head down into the pillow, lifting her ass a higher in the air and she opened herself fully to my penetration. I increased the pace and she reciprocated by joining in on the thrusting. Her pussy was contracting on my dick and she was knocking out small spasms through her pelvis. I increased the pace; she tightened up around me and then I came with all I had left in me. I felt it from my balls up through my abdomen. I spasmed out my cum into her and slowly leaned over on to her when, suddenly, a brand new feeling of orgasm hit me that started in my sack and traveled throughout my entire torso. I had another of these sensations a moment later.

"Uncle Mike, are you OK?" I couldn't speak; all these years, all the girls and women, now my first multiple orgasm. It is a feeling that can't be described! If you've had one, you know what I mean. I laid on the bed beside her and just held her close.

"Honey, I have got to get some sleep."

"Me too, Micky, I'm starting to get tired. I can't wait to see what we'll do tomorrow." She made her way into the bathroom with her nightclothes, cleaned up, and came back out to give me a good night kiss and then headed back to her side of the house.

I slept in until ten, an unheard of time for me. Jimmy commented that I must have needed the sleep and that I should slow things down a bit. I told him I couldn't agree more. Preparations were being made for the pool party that afternoon so I did my best to stay out of the way. Around eleven-thirty Anna came out of her room already showered and dressed for the day's activity. As usual, she looked incredible and caused some stirrings inside of me that were becoming all too familiar. She had on pink fringed white ankle socks, white and pink trainers, high cut jean shorts, and a lacey white camisole-type top. She had no bra on; but, her firmness kept everything in proper place. She was a ray of sunshine in the morning, and she knew how to flirt in a very subdued way.

Everyone was busy with assigned tasks and responsibilities. I escaped to the guestroom and did some grading; although, I had a hard time concentrating. After an hour or so, Jimmy came in and asked if I would make a run to the superstore for some stuff they needed. I readily agreed, wanting to be of some service. As I headed out the door, Anna quickly joined me and told Jimmy she wanted to go along and keep me company. Nobody seemed to take any special notice of this so we just headed out. Anna sat with her feet up on the dash and seat-danced to the music on the radio as we drove to the store.

I backed into a parking spot, on the side of the lot, which provided some privacy. She undid her seatbelt and slid over closer to me. I put my arm around her and we sat in silence for a few more moments. She placed her hand on my thigh, and began to stroke up and down along my leg. I reached down and cupped an ass cheek and began to wiggle my fingers to get inside the hem of her shorts. Her hand was reaching further and further upward until she was completely under my shorts. She shifted around, unbuttoned her shorts and tugged them and her panties down to her knees. She turned back to me and undid my shorts. I helped her pull them down far enough so she could have easy access to my dick.

I looked around and said, "I don't know how we can do this out here."

She looked up at me and said, "Oh no, I can't take any more right now after last night. I just want to take care of you and, maybe, you can find something for your fingers to play with."

She laid down with her head on my lap, her knees bent, pointing to the passenger seat back. I turned her way a bit, moving my hand across her ass seeking her pussy, when she said, "Micky … I want you to watch me suck your dick. I know you like to watch, and to tell you the truth, knowing you're watching me is kind of exciting."

We stayed in the Jeep for about ten minutes. I watched her as she used all of her skills on my dick. I had my fingers running along her slit; flicking her clit and, occasionally, sliding a finger or two deep inside her. She never slowed down or became distracted as she sucked my cock, licked my balls, jerked me with her left hand, and looked me in the eyes. I checked the parking lot for any nearby visitors; but, no one came close.

I didn't last very long. I do love the visual of sex and really love a good blow job; my Princess was supplying both with great ability. When I came, I held her head in place and she took my dick in deeper and did not let a drop escape her mouth. She tended to my cum like it was a precious commodity, deftly capturing every last drop and working my dick to extract any remaining deposits. When she finished, she rose, quickly pulled her shorts back on and sat up in her seat looking at me like a school girl who had just turned in an assignment she had spent weeks working on. I pulled my shorts back on, sucked her juices from my fingers and took in the beauty of the girl next to me.

"Uncle Mike, my mom called while you were working in your room … she got the job in Cincinnati … we're moving back to Ohio … she's is coming back here for dinner and then we're driving up to Cleveland to see the rest of the family … I'll be leaving after dinner."

"That's great news and sad news. I wish you could stay the night; but, having you living only a couple of hours away will be fantastic; so, is that why you wanted to come along on this errand?"

"Uncle Mike, I've always loved being with you; but yeah … I won't get everything I wanted this weekend."

"Neither will I, Anna, neither will I … c'mon let's get to the store."

We went inside and did our shopping. I enjoyed having her with me; she is so much fun and so alive. She wanted to hold hands; she intertwined our fingers whenever possible. She hung onto my arm and rubbed her tits against me, enjoying the reactions she elicited from me. Sometimes she was almost dancing. She was very happy, and I believe I may have been falling deeper into true love.

I like to pay attention to other males when a pretty girl is around. As always, they can't help but look. They sneak long, deep looks; making a mental picture or movie for themselves for later. Then, when home, some will masturbate furiously, others will please their wives greatly, who will have an odd feeling that their partner isn't really there with them. Some will glance at me and try to determine just what sort of relationship exists between the desirable girl and the older guy. Regardless, they all look at her. They all want her. I want her, and I have her!

The rest of the day flew by. The kids went swimming and I passed. Anna made an appearance in a white bikini that even had Jimmy gawking. She enjoyed the pool for a short while and then laid out for some sun. After a short while she came back in to get changed. I watched her as she returned wearing a flower print sundress; she leaned over, placed a hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, "I left my bikini in your bathroom." In a minute, I found that I had to excuse myself.

The day was wonderful, but eventually, she left with her mother and brothers for Cleveland. Jimmy and I sat on the back deck and we talked until very late. He was very pleased when I told him about Melissa and wished me the best with her. I cautioned him not to expect too much; the relationship was in its infancy.

Back Home

I drove back to Columbus on Sunday. When I got home I had two messages on my machine. One from Melissa who, as sweet as could be, confirmed my invitation for dinner at her place on Tuesday; the other message was from Kaeli Anderson, I could hear her father in the background as she invited me over to their house for dinner on Thursday.

I unpacked my gear, sat down and picked up the phone.

Up Next: Not fishing with Dave

COMMENTS?

Comments from readers are always appreciated.

Please send any feedback you may have. This form works!

Don't worry about entering the Title, it'll work fine.

What story were you reading?

Comments: