Horsey Ride

By Johnny Johnson

                My name is John.  I have just finished my first enlistment in the Navy and was now on leave.  This is a little story of the last week while I was at my brother's house.

                I could see my brother sitting on the bench outside the tiny bus depot.  Next to him was a little girl that I guess would be my niece and should now be 10 years old.  Last time I had seen her and my brother was 8 years ago as I left from this same little bus depot on my way to Navy Boot Camp.  It is mid-summer and rather hot.  Lou, brother, was dressed on his normal Bermuda shirt, shorts and shoes.  My niece though was in a rather skimpy 2-piece light tan swimsuit and sandals.  She was standing there with a stick horse between her legs.  She was holding the little reins like she was riding a real horse. 

                As the bus came to a stop I was still staring at my niece I have to admit and it took the bus drive yelling the stop to break my lustful thoughts of her.  I was out of my seat in a moment though since I had nothing but a small backpack with me.  My Seabag was coming via UPS and should already be there.  I had taken a 1-week vacation in Los Angeles seeing the amusement parks in the area.  Better said seeing all the little girls running around in skimpy outfits.  I had a perpetual hard-on the whole time.  I would jack-off big every night when I got back to my hotel room.  I was now to finish my leave with a visit with my brother's house.  The last day before I leave a family party was to be held.  I would be going back to sea for 4 years and doubt I could get back again before it ended.  I stepped off the bus and into the arms of my brother. 

                Our family is a hugging family and thinks nothing of hugging each other.  After a few slaps on the backs my brother introduced me to my niece, Lindey.  Her name was a combination of two grandmothers' names, Linda and Wendy.  I tried to give her a hug but she dropped her stick horse and hugged her daddy's leg.  I had been warned she was rather shy around strangers.  My brother encouraged her to give me a hug but I stopped him and said it was ok.  Besides, just looking at her was enough to get me hard.  Touching her might have made me mess my pants I felt so horny at the moment.   Luckily, I had worn loose shorts and nothing showed.  My brother had no idea I loved little girls.

                "It is going to be a long week", I say to myself, "Seeing her and not doing something is going to be hard."  With a sigh and now as we were walking a discrete rub of my raging cock, I try to get my mind off of her.  It was not easy as she pranced ahead of us.  She had the stick horse between her legs again and was riding it.  I had to watch her plum little butt flex and move with her steps.  The stick was deeply imbedded in the split of her butt.  Her long brown-blondish hair bounced down her back as she pranced.  Her skin while still light was getting a nice tan.  In fact as she raced off to the car her swimsuit started to blend with her skin color making it easy to see her as if she was nude.  We got to the car and she stood there waiting with her horsy.  She sat lightly on the stick and I could see her pudgy pussy mound molding itself around the stick.  Her young girlish form was already showing signs of growing up.  She had a slight rise in her bikini top showing some growth.  Her face and body had that just budding look of a girl going into puberty, pale pink lips and emerald green eyes along with a cute little button nose.    "It's going to be a very long week", I think again.

                Luckily, Lindey rode in the back seat and I sat in front next to my brother as he drove.  I was able to recover some before I got to my brother's house just outside the small town.  I was afraid my sister-in-law might feel my hard-on as we hugged.  She was a beauty herself and might misunderstand my desire as for her.  Older women were ok but, frankly, I just cannot get it up very easy when around them without pretending she was a young teen.  I missed the Philippines, where I was stationed for two years.  Prostitution was illegal but a girl can get an "Entertainment Permit" and then be free to help you with your fantasies.  It was also rather easy to get young teens and even pre-teens if you know the right person and was willing to pay the price of 500 pesos.  (20$ American then)  Now the base was closed and never again would I be able to get young and willing girls again that easy.  He had heard Thailand was still rather open but there was no way he would be able to get stationed anywhere near there.  This was all of a moments thought though because my brother was talking and I did not want to miss what he was saying.

                Ten minutes later we were home.  While we got out slower, Lindey was out like a shot and around the house to her little wading pool.  My brother and I settled back for a few suds and told tall-tales of our childhood to the wife.  Since a big feast was planned for Sunday we just had a pizza delivered for tonight.  Lindey watched TV in her bedroom and was not seen other than to get pizza and Cokes.  Around 8:30 Sandy, my brother's wife, yelled to Lindey to get her shower and go to bed.  I heard a whiney voice say ok if I must.  

                I hear the shower start up and in my mind's eye watch Lindey undress and get into the shower. I picture my hands helping her wash.  Slowly, they start to rub her little titties.  Around and around each tiny nipple I go.  Finally fingering the little nipples themselves.  Each is like a hard dark pink pebble as I squish and twist them between my fingers.  A soft moan comes from her mouth as her body trembles with sexual energy.  I kneel down to be closer to her height.  I bring my mouth down and take her right tit in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.  Her back arches as she pushes herself closer not to miss the slightest bit of stimulation.  My hands slide down her soft smooth moist back as I wash my way to her little ass.  I cup a check in each hand and massage them.  Grinding her against me.  I could smell her slightly sweaty sun baked scent.  My fingers meet as I dig to find her little puckered hole.  Using a little water running off her back I work a finger into her ass little by little.  Kissing her mouth and chest the whole time.  She throws her head back with a small howl of pleasure as my finger finished it's trip into her and starts to pump in and out a little.  My other hand has worked its way to the front and was following the curve of her small bald mound.  Taking the whole mound in my hand I squeeze it and let my water slick hand slid off it.  I take my middle finger slide it along the slit a few times as I press a little harder with each pass.  I can now feel the ridge of her clit and work my way along it until I slid over the tip and she jerks away a little with a sudden squeal.  I work her little clit until I feel her body starting to stiffen.  The sweet scent of sex rises from her as it mixes with the sent of soap.   She suddenly hugs me close so not to fall as her body shivers in an orgasm.  My finger in her ass was being worked hard as her sphincter worked my finger trying hard to cut it off.  As she hangs weakly in my hands I work the finger that was on her clit lower now and slowly start to push it into her girl lotion filled love hole.  With little stroke I sink deeper and deeper into her and her love tunnel flexing and milking my finger the whole way.  I removed my finger from her ass and turned he back towards me so I could work her pussy better.  I lick he shower wet back and kiss it.  With my now free hand I lift her slightly and bring her legs together some around my raging stiff cock.  As I finger fuck her pussy hole, I slid my cock along her ass and through her legs.  She stiffens in my arms again as she goes into a second orgasm and with fast thrusts I begin to feel a boil in my balls.  Fast and faster I thrust my cock through her stiff legs until I feel the surge of my little baby makers shoot out my cock and across the tub.  Some is blocked by her legs and start to run down each leg.  The smell of sex was strong as it fought the soapy smell of the shower.  Kissing her back and neck I hold her tight to me while we each ride our orgasms to their ends.  With some final deep breaths I turn her towards me and mouth her titties again.  Taking her by the ass I slide her up my body.  I was getting hard again and I could feel her slit as I raised her up more.  Finally it popped free between her open legs.  Now I slowly lowered her using a free hand to point my cock into her small tight pussy.  Little by little I worked her down more and more.  Slowly, inch-by-inch, I slid into her.  Her cherry stopped me for a moment, but with a little thrust and a gasp of pain from her, I was through.  We are both breathing heavy as our bodies quivered with tension and need.  Her love cannel was tight and constricts my cock in velvet vice like grip.  It milked my thick cock as it slide in.  Moans of pleasure were mixed with gasps from intense surges of orgasmic pleasure.  Finally, I reach my max and start to slowly slide back out to just short of leaving her and then slowly slide it back in.  A little faster with each stroke I dig into her as hard and deep as I can.  We both start to breath heavy as we fought our way through the levels of pre-orgasms.  With squeaks of pleasure and lust she starts to thrust back at me and we both slide into that tight few moments as our orgasms start to shoot through our bodies.  With a shriek and an explosion of breath her pussy closes tight around my cock.  I swelled as I started to shoot load after load of my hot juices into her hot body.  With my cock so swollen and her love tube holding me so tight we could not move in or out for minutes.  Our bodies finally started to relax and sag to the shower floor.  With a pop my cock came free and a small river of pink tinted cum runs out of her.

                I had no idea what my brother was talking about when I returned from my daydream.  Luckily, he had not need me to verify what ever it was he was talking about.  I made a quick comment of needing to dump some of this beer from in me and raced to the bathroom off the kitchen.  I almost tore my pants off getting them down.  I grabbed my near shooting cock and worked it hard as I grabbed some toilet paper to catch my load in.  With a tightly suppressed moan I started to shoot load after load into the paper I held at the end of my cock.  With a deep sigh I slump down and relax as my cock lost its size.  Feeling the beer pushing me now and I let out a blast of piss into the toilet so hard a piss shiver almost made me miss the toilet.  I cleaned the toilet, and myself off, flushing it all down the drain.  I sprayed a quick burst of air freshener to get rid of the smell of cum and left the toilet feeling rather tired and ready for bed.  Mentioning a long trip and getting little sleep since leaving the ship I wished my brother and sister-in-law good night and went to bed.  I was tired and fell asleep within minutes of lying down.

                The next morning the sun shining through a crack in the curtains wakes me up.  I turn over to get out of the path of the light. I had to move a few more times before I could get comfortable.  I had been dreaming of Lindey and was rather hard still.  I stretch a little and yawned, wondering just what time it was.  I listen for sounds in the rest of the house and just hear the TV on.  My bladder reminded me that I needed relief, so I finally got up.  Gently stroking my cock, I grab my watch from the dresser and saw it was 9:15.  Not wanting to wander the house nude and surprise someone I grabbed my pants from last night and a few clean things for the day and made the short walk down the hall to the shower.

                I hear Sandy yell, "About time you were up, if you want something to eat tell me now so I can have it ready when you get out of the shower." 

                I thought that was nice of her and respond with, "Oh, nothing fancy really.  Just some toast and a hard fried egg or two.  If it is not to much trouble some bacon."  It was my normal breakfast I had ever since having been on board a ship.  Just made a sandwich of it and washed it down with milk or coffee depending on what I needed more. 

                "OK, enjoy your shower."

                I pushed the door to close it but it hung open a crack.  I had thought it closed and turn to get the water started.  As I waited, I quickly stripped and took care of morning items before getting in to the shower.  I still not use to being able to take long steamy showers and loved the opportunity I had this morning.  On board ship you have a hand held showerhead that you had to hold the button in to squirt water.  When I went to shore the showers were shared and you don't take long showers.

                By the time I was ready to get into the shower the room was hot and steamy.  As I got in I realized the door was still open when a gust of air move the steam.  I reached to close it and heard a little yip of a sound and heard some movement away from the door.  I quickly stuck my head out and saw the door to Lindey's room finish closing.  "Hmm, I think we have a little voyeur in the house", I chuckle to myself, "AND that has opened some possibilities."  I get into the shower and contemplate the situation as I work myself to a rather juicy orgasm.  I cut the shower a little shorter that I had planned and get out and dressed.

                I found my breakfast warming in the oven and no one around.  On the table was a little note telling me that she was in the garden and if I needed something just yell out the door.  I knew my brother was off to work for the next two days on a quick office trip he could not avoid.  He was off for the rest of the week after that.  We were to do some sight seeing then.  Frankly, I was glad to get some quiet time in a homey atmosphere.  I took the plate from the oven and sat at the table and eat my sandwich with some milk.

                As, I finished I saw Lindey come out to the living room in another two-piece swimsuit this one was cream colored and had Chucky of the Rugrats on the front with a big grin.  "I would be grinning too," I though, "since the face was right above the little bulging pussy."  With a sigh and quick shove of the old cock to get it into a more comfortable position and look away.  

                "Uncle John?" said my niece as she walked towards me slowly, "Can I have a glass of Kool-aid?"

                "Well, it would be fine with me but I don't know if your mother will care."

                "She will not care since she is not here and she will think you drank it if she saw the glass."

                "Crafty little girl here", I think to myself.   After a moment of thinking about the possibilities I say, "OK, but don't tell your mother I did this".

                "Oh, I won't" she said with a toothy grin.

                That started the day going done a path that looked good to me.  I wondered what other things this girl kept from her mother?  I got a glass down and poured the Kool-aid that I found in the fridge.  We both sat down at the table and she carefully drank her drink as I finished off the milk I had. 

                "Do you always wear just swimsuits?" I asked. 

                "Now that it is summer, Yes, most of the time.  If we go somewhere like the store or mall I will put on a pair of shorts and shirt over them."

                "I did not see any playmates last night before it got dark don't you have any friends?"

                "There is a boy, Scott, in the house behind us but he is sick and can not play right now.  Susie can't play either, she was caught swearing and was grounded for a week.  The only other kids are visitors to the motel down the block or grandkids of the old people that lived a block away in the trailer park."

                "So now what are you going to do for the rest of the morning?" I ask.

                "Well, guess watch TV or maybe swim in my pool when the temp gets to 80 degrees.  (Around 27 C for my foreign readers)  Mommy does not let me swim before then.  Sometimes I just get my horsy and pretend to ride him around the house."

                "You like your horsy don't you?" I said remembering also when I saw her she was on it.

                "Yea, I love riding him."  As she said this her small hand made a quick rub at her swimsuit on her pussy.  I truly don't think she knew she did it.

                I continue to talk about her horsy watching her hand.  Her hand would do a little rub or slight dig as she explained how she rides all over the place with it.  Finally, I suggest she get it and show me.  She quickly got it and rode it out to me.  As she stood there looking at me I could see her rubbing the stick into herself.  She would sit slightly and slid a short way down and then straighten up again.  "Hmm", interesting I think to myself.  "She likes to masturbate even if she most likely has no idea what she is doing,"

                I suggest a game of me being a monster and she would ride her horsy to get a way from me.  She quickly agreed and I went, "RRRRROOOOOAAAARR"

                With a screech we was off around the living room sofa.  To make things a bit fairer I got on my hands and knees and chased after her.  She would giggle and race off in a new direction each time I got to close to her.  I would follow and growl some more.  We did this for a good 20 minutes I would guess before my knees started to ache a little.  So, I made a little extra leap when I got near her and brought her down and quickly started to tickle her.  She laughed and rolled into a ball.  I must admit I tickled in places my fingers had not business to be really.  She was so busy laughing and rolling she never noticed.  I did note though that her swimsuit was rather wet between her legs.  As I thought she was getting off at least a little bit with her horsy.  Finally, I stopped and let her rest and sit-up.

                "Let's do that again, Uncle John!"

                "No, my knees hurt and you need to settle down a little for now."

                "OK", she said and got up.  Again her hand touched swimsuit.  I guess she felt the wet spot also because she made a face as she sniffed her fingers.  "I need to go to the bathroom, I will be right back."

                It was just as well she did leave.  I was feeling rather horny and her sniffing her fingers almost made me mess my pants.  I sit on the sofa as I daydream of watching her going to the bathroom.  I guess I dozed off to sleep.  I am already on the toilet when she comes in and says she needs to pee.  I scoot back and indicate she is to sit in front of me.  She removers her swimsuit bottom and stands there letting me see her little pink bold pussy.  She scratches it a little then she turns and backs her butt towards me.  I grab her and lift her on to the seat with me.  It is tight but it worked.  My cock was mashed between us.  As she moved it was rolled this way and that.  I reach down and part her little mound just in time to see a yellow stream come shooting out.  She pees for a minute and I "accidentally" get my fingers in the flow and it splashes on her legs and mine.  She finished and says to me," I need to do a stinky also".  I feel her body tense as she starts to push her little log out.  I imagine what that would feel like on my cock.  I hug her now topless body to me and move her body to stimulate my cock.  She giggles as I tweak her little nipples and chew on her ear a little.  She tells me. "I am done but need help with the toilet paper."  I let her scoot of the toilet and have her bend over in front of me and after getting some toilet paper start to clean her bubble bottom butt.  She holds the open as wide as she could and I whip the poop off of her.  I had to make sure it was all gone.  Her little asshole would wink at me each time I went over it.  I could not resist putting my finger to it and pushing a little.  I slid in with only a little trouble.  After all I had to make sure she was completely clean.  The smell of poop was starting to be mixed with the smell of her pink pussy just below.  With my other finger I invade that hole also.  Slowly, I slide my fingers in and out of her.  She starts to moan with pleasure and humping at me as I pushed in.  After a few minutes she stiffens and moans a tight sigh and her breath explodes from her.  With deep breaths of air she rides her orgasm to the end still bent over pushing herself against my fingers.  I quickly remove my fingers and grab my cock and place it in the path of her thrusts.  Her body comes back and in I went a good inch.  She stops for a moment but still in need of stimulation on her pussy to continue her orgasm she presses again.  I go in some more.  I hit her cherry and before I we could think she thrust back hard and I busted through, going in another good two inches.  Frustrated, from the distraction stopping her orgasm she lets loose and rams her body back hard on my cock.  I almost bent in half but it slid the rest of the way in.  As I hit her cervix she stopped and pulled back off me enough to be able to thrust back in again.  She gasped like she was in pain still but kept on working my cock.  Soon the gasps became grunts and she seemed to tire a little so I took over and started to pound her myself.  Within a minute she was howling with pleasure as her orgasms returned.  I looked down and could see a pink froth around my cock as watched her pussy lips go in and out of the hole where my cock was.  I would push in and they would almost disappear into her.  That was all it took, with a groan, I started to fuck her hard as my balls boiled with cum and finally shot deep into her.  A good 10 thrust later I was done and we both collapsed on the bathroom floor. 

                "Uncle John!" a voice said.  "What are you doing?"

                I guess during my dream I had grabbed a sofa pillow and was humping it.  There stood my niece staring at me.  I was still a little groggy, as I had blown my wad in my pants.  After a deep breath and a thousand explanations went through my head I just said, "I fell asleep, I guess and was having a dream."

                "I bet it was a 'Wet Dream'," she said with a wicked smile on her face.

                To say the least that was the last thing I expected her to say.  I just blinked and tried to say something, anything.  Before, I could get a thought together though her mother yelled form the garden for her to come and help wash the vegetables and bring them in.  Lindey scampered off and there I sat with a dumb look on my face and the smell of cum rising from my lap. 

Part 2

                After a few moments I did recover enough to get up and get to the bathroom before the whole room was filled with the smell of cum.  Stopping for a moment in my room to get new clothes, I was thought of a second shower but thought that would look rather funny so I just stripped and washed myself down.  The act of cleaning myself made me feel horny again and I contemplated a quickie on the toilet but decide against it. 

                By the time I came out, Lindey and her mother were in the kitchen sorting the vegetables and putting them in the refrigerator.  I strolled in watching Lindey for any comments or looks.  She showed no sign of taking the earlier comment farther.  I grabbed a carrot and doing my best Bugs Bunny said "What's Up Doc?" 

                They looked at me and smiled, then Sandy said, "I am just planning a salad for lunch. If you want more help yourself to the pantry.  Just don't take anything from the refrigerator as I have plans for everything in there."

                I thought a moment and decided to see if they had some canned soup, which I would eat with a small salad.  I found a can but it was a large can, which was more than I really wanted.  "Sandy, I only want half of this can.  Is there a container I can store the rest in?"

                Before she could respond Lindey said, "Can I have the other half Mommy?"

                "I guess you can"

                Sandy reaches for the can but I tell her, "I will do it, you finish making the salad."  She looked surprised and then shrugged; I guess she was not use to someone else wanting to cook.  She pulled out a medium size pot and handed it to me and went back to her vegetables.

                I stood there for a moment wondering why the pot.  I glance around the kitchen and realize they had no microwave.  "Hmm", I thought to myself.  I have never made soup the old fashion way "on the stove".  I look around again and saw no electric can opener.  But, they did have a wall mounted hand crank type.  Luckily, Lindey wanted to prove how helpful she could be and we had the soup ready to go in time for lunch.

                Lunch was good and the conversation was light and lively.  Sandy has a raw wit and good scene of politics.  We even touched on the current sports standings.  She is a pretty rounded gal I thought.  While too young to have any deep personal opinion Lindey was no lightweight either.  I commend the school she was attending.  Having good training she had some good points to add.  Soon lunch was over and I was wondering how to spend the remainder of the day.

                Lindey was to go to a swim party this afternoon on the other side of town and Sandy said she needed to start shopping for the party this weekend.  I would be alone unless I wish to join her. 

I asked where she was going to shop, thinking if it was at or near a mall I might go.  They normally had a theater and there were a few movies I needed to catch yet.  She said it was just a farmer's market and then a party supply store in a small strip shopping center.  Nothing interesting I thought.

                I decided to stay home and perhaps wander the neighborhood. I ended up just reading a book I had with me. 

                It is no means a romance or x-rated type book but the author had a rather liberal mind on the where the age of consent was and pushed that limit rather hard at times.  This particular book dealt with a girl that was around the age of 14 and had run away from home.  Her father had caught her kissing a boy and had grounded her for the week.  She snuck out of the house after everyone in her family was asleep.   She was not sure where she was going to go, but was mad enough that she did not really care.  Catching a late night city bus she rode it into the city.  After a long bus ride she was now in downtown Chicago not knowing what to do next.  It was a chilly night with a warning of rain not to far away. The last stop was a station for the 'L' so she decided to ride it for a while until she could decide what to do next and avoid the possible storm.  She got her ticket and was soon on the train. 

                The cars were rather empty that early in the morning and she had this one to herself. Looking around at the graffiti covered walls and seats she became a little more nervous about having ran away.  After a few stops a rather heavyset man stumbled aboard in an alcoholic daze.  He stopped at several seats like he was going to sit down but then veer off in a new direction and mumbles to himself as he trips over his own feet.  With a jerk the train started up and he fell into the seat across from the girl.  He looked like he had worn this outfit for a long time.  Stains spotted the dirt-streaked shirt he had on and his pants had several holes in them.  The stench of old booze and judging from the wet spot now on the front of his pants urine filled the car. 

                He sat for a few more stops with glazed eyes and seemed just short of passing out when he finally saw her.  A smile crept across his face and with a grunt he flung himself up and across the distance between them and suddenly was sitting next to her.  Without waiting for a moment his hands were stroking her body.  Trapped between the wall and his fat gut she had nowhere to go.

                She was wearing a button down shirt and a short skirt, with very little trouble he had his hands touching places on her she had never been touched before by a stranger.  After caressing her cloth covered orange sized breasts for a moment he grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open popping a few button.  Not liking to wear a bra she was now exposed to the filthy man's greedy eyes and worse his stench emitting mouth.  He gave her a yellow rotting toothy smile and brought his head down on a breast sucking it in.

                Finally having recovered from the sudden shock of the attack she gave out a shriek and tried to beat him off.  There was no one to hear though the cars on each side of her car were empty.  The drunk didn't care and was now committed to the rape of the woman he saw before him.  He was going to have her no matter what the hazards were, his drunken mind had blocked out all thoughts but the need of getting his rocks off.  She tried to fight it but his belly had her pinned to the seat.  She wanted to vomit from fear and his stench.

                He sucked hard and pulled on the nipple with his teeth. After doing this a few times, her nipple was now raw and bleeding from his teeth on them.  She finally managed to get her hands over her breasts to protect them when he had had enough of that and was now going to eat her pussy.  With a fierce tug he ripped her skirt in half and off of her.  The hot pink silk panties, that she thought were SO Out of the WORLD naughty and wonderful because they were cut so low, was the only thing left to stop him from going farther.

                She scream a few more times.  He seemed to pause like he was perhaps having second thoughts and would stop.  But a stubby nail chewed finger reached out and stroked her panty-covered mound.  A shiver ran like quick silver through her body.  He rough callused finger catching in the soft silk went up and down the slit below.  Slowly, wholly focused on his finger he pressed it deeper and deeper.  Pushing the cloth into her groove.  Drool started to drip from his slacken jaws.  He fell against her harder as the train rocked.  His finger stopped its motion and she thought heard him snoring.  Then she realized he was breathing roughly.  Slowly, with almost slow motion speed he ran his finger up to the top of her panties.  She started to beat on him and scream as his finger snaked down past the elastic.  This cannot be happening she though, there has to be someone to stop him by now.  But the empty train rolled on.  With a sudden maniac laugh that ended in a cough he tugged her panties down.

                He realized though that he could not do anything to her in this position.  Holding on to her panties he managed to get up pulling her with him.  Despite her holding on to the seat with a mighty jerk she was pulled free.  She flew off the seat and onto the floor.  As she hit the dirty floor she felt the last of her clothes slid off along with a shoe.  Feeling a little dazed by the fall, she tried to get up before he could get to her but he just let his bulk fall down on her.  She was pinned to the floor by her legs.

                He had fallen on her with his head down by her now exposed cunt. But not enough to do anything. With a wheeze and a few grunts he inched himself up her.  She sat up and tried to hit him hard enough to do some good, but he did not seem to feel them.  Finally, he had had enough of her fighting though and with a roaring growl he lunged himself up and gave her a hard fist to the side of the head.  She fell back with a thump and momentarily passed out.

                Free to continue pursuing his desires he dropped back down.  Now his head was right over her creamy white, lightly haired, cunt.  With a grunt he dropped his head and let his nose dig deep into her furl.  He just lay there for a minutes breathing in her scent.  In fear she had wetted herself a little and he relished the added acidic smell it added to her musky sweat virgin hole scent.  His tongue snaked out and began to lick all around her mound looking for more sweat bitter urine.  After finding all he could he licked his way down to her asshole and dug his tongue into her hole slightly.

                She was feeling rather dazed and very confused by now as she woke up slightly.  The world was still cloudy and she had the weirdest feeling in and around her pussy.  The feeling also made her stomach churn though and she had to fight the urge to vomit.  Her head began to spin again and she again passed into blackness.  The train stopped at an empty station and then continued on.

                The smell of her now moist ass added itself to the smell of her pussy and it was like nectar to him.  His nose dug deep into her cunt as he worked at her asshole with his tongue.  Soon he had his tongue in her as far as he could and had cleaned her out.  He now worked his way up to her other hole.  His tongue at first just followed her slit and worked her at clit.  Her body moved a little to the stimulation.  Soon though he was working his tongue deeper and deeper into her.  He spent the next station stop at another empty station working her cunt over.

                Slowly, a new need worked its way into his sodden brain.  He needed to take a nasty shit.  A grin came over his red unshaven wet face.  Slowly he worked himself up to a standing position.  He released his belt and his pants fell down his legs to the floor exposing his yellow and crusty brown stained underwear.  He worked them down and off.  Then holding on to the back of a seat he hung his big ass out into the isle and over the girl.  Swinging a little from side to side as the train rocked, a long tube of brown slowly lowered itself out of his ass and dropped on her.  After a moment a smaller one followed.  Now the need to pee became too strong to wait much longer and he let go of the seat to turn quickly and grab his stubby fat cock and aim it at her.  Even before it was aimed right a golden stream shot out and first soaked her face and hair.  He quickly moved it down to her breasts and soaked them well before finally empting himself by pissing on the slightly open lips of her cunt.

                He looked down on her.  She was covered from head to cunt with his pee.  A log of shit was sitting slightly off center of belly button melting slightly in the water of the pee leaving brown streaks down her side.  The whole car now stank of fresh urine and shit.   All he could think of now was one of his favorite fantasies and that was to use the shit to lubricate the skin between their bodies as he fucked.

                Slowly he lowered himself down again next to her.  He reached out and began to smear the moist shit around her pretty soft white belly.  He worked it up and around her small tits and squished them in his hands staining them a light brown.  Again and again he worked at them with his shit-covered hands loving the feel of her firm and rubbery cones sliding in his slick hands.  After a minute though he works his way back down her body and starts to push a small lump down and in to belly button.  He pokes at it and giggles as the stuff squished out.  He the worked the remaining shit together again and pulls the mess down to her now flaming pink cunt.  He coated her well and smeared the rest into her ass.

                He now heaved himself up a little and looked down on his white and brown stained beauty.  The urge to fuck her was now getting stronger.  His stub of a cock once considered long but now partly encased in fat began to harden.  He ran a shitty hand up and down on it to help him get it up.

                The girl was now waking up again and began to move a little.  This time the world was clearer when she opened her eyes.  Her body felt chilled especially her head.  It felt like her hair was wet.  Also a rather unpleasant smell was in the air.  All she could do for the moment was stare at the light fixture on the ceiling and she worked to remember where she was.

                He reached down and spread her limp legs more and with a few grunts dragged himself between them.  Slowly, he moved farther up and over her body until he felt his cock press against her cunt.  With her legs spread so wide the hole was easily found and pushed it tightly against it as he lowered his fat body down on her.  The warm shit acted like a lubricate as he slid his stomach around on her belly.

                Her mind soon was yelling at her brain that something wrong was happening, she just could not understand what yet.  Again her pussy felt funny and something heavy was pushing her down.  She reached up to push the weight away so she could feel her cunt.  She weakly pushed but the weight got worse not lighter or went away.  She pushed a little harder as a slight pain formed in her pussy.  She still could not push whatever was on her off.

                He felt her starting to wake and tries to push him off.  He just ignored her.  All he could think about now was the tight cunt he was trying to open and enter.  With a pop he felt the outer ring of love hole finally shrink around the back of the helmet of his cock.  It sent shivers though his body it was so tight.  Grunting loudly very much like a pig he pressed in more.

                Now she felt fire in her pussy and that was all her mind could think about now.  She fought a little harder.

                No matter how hard he pushed now he could not get deeper though.  He had no idea he was fucking a young virgin and expected it to just glide right in.  Now he became mad and pressed that much harder.

                Pain was now waking her up the rest of the way.  She finally saw what was holding her down and as he pressed hard what was about to happen.  With a shriek she tried to use her whole body to push him off.  That was a mistake though.  The same time she pushed he also gave a lunge with his body to drive his cock deeper.  He tore through her maidenhead and plunged deeper so fast she almost passed out again from the electric shock of the pain shooting through her whole lower body.  She could only arch her back to hold herself stiff while she waited for the pain to stop.

                Feeling his cock finally entering her and going in all it can, he began to fuck at her hard.  His mind was past all care but to finally shot his load into her and enjoy the pleasure of getting off.  Again and again he stabbed himself into her.  Her yelling now just made the fuck that much better.  "A whore bitch does not deserve to enjoy a fuck", he thought.  The more she fought it the more he enjoyed stabbing her again with his thick cock.  Gasping hard he felt the feeling starting to tickle his balls.  He gave a moan and began to work her harder as the first shivers of the coming orgasm began.  With another shiver he felt the urge of animalistic need pass through his body as hot lead feeling cum started to surge up and to his cock.  With an explosion of pleasure he began to shoot load after load of white hot cum into her.  Each thrust now just sent muscle clenching thrills through his body as he huffed and puffed like an old steam engine.  Somewhere during this the girl seems to have stopped fighting and lay motionless under him.  To soon the urgent need to fuck left him and he collapsed the floor fighting to breath one more breath.  Slowly he regained his breath and the buzz of his orgasmic high wore off.

                With great effort he slowly gathered his clothes and redressed.  Just before zipping his pants up he pulled out his cock and once again gave her a quick wetting down.  A short piss shiver passed though him making him grab a seat to stay standing but then stuffed it back in time to walk to a door and ease his bulk off the train with a fuzzy feeling.  'Jim should be about to pass-out by now perhaps I can steal the rest of his bottle', he thought as he walked down the platform and into a tunnel under the tracks.

                What about the girl you ask, well she was found a few stops later.  A pool of blood under her ass from bleeding from her cunt and other cuts and bruises, She lived. 

                The book did not end here but I had had enough reading for now.  While I did not mind reading stuff like this, it is not a favorite type of sex readings.  I felt a little dirty for reading it.  Looking at the clock I could see Sandy would most likely be home in another 30 minutes or so.  The temperature was up now and the house had no A/C.  Feeling a little sweaty I decide to take a quickie shower.  I go to my room and grab my swimming trunks and head for the shower.  I had decided to just wear them and a t-shirt for the rest of the afternoon. 

                I stripped down and got into the shower.  As I washed my cock did react to the stimulation but after having read the book I was feeling a little off on the subject.  I was back out and dressing in 15 minutes.  That was a long shower. 

                As I walked out into the living room I heard the car come in the driveway.   I decide to walk out and help her bring in the stuff she had purchased. 

                "Find everything you went for", I asked Sandy as I grabbed a bag and glanced at the party stuff inside.

                "Yea, pretty much, had trouble finding some good tomatoes.  They were already rather picked over by the time I got there.  I had also thought to get some small party favors for the kids but what I liked would cost to much, so I just got the tableware I needed and a Piñata and called it good."

                I managed to push the door open with my toe and was now holding the door open so she could bring her farmers market load in.  We placed the stuff on the kitchen table.  "I will get the rest", I told Sandy and rushed out before she could say anything.  I knew there were only a few small bags left and would be no problem to carry them.  I was back in a minute and dropped the last of the stuff on the table.  Sandy had started to empty a bag and I tried to help.  After a few minutes it was apparent I was slowing Sandy down so I just had a seat and watched her as we made small talk. 

                The phone rang and Sandy picked it up.  Being polite I got up and walked to the living room and had a seat.  I started to reach for the TV remote when Sandy came in and asked, "John, Marge just called to say she has a flat tire on her car.  She would not be able to pickup her daughter and Lindey, as we had arranged.  I thought you could go get the girls and perhaps help her with her tire.  She lost her husband a few years ago and is not strong enough to do it herself."

                Feeling bored anyway and the thought of having two little girls in swimsuits alone with me sounded like fun.  I dare not do anything, but you never know what can happen.  Just looking and dreaming was enough.   "OK, I would be happy to get the girls and help her change the tire."

                Sandy got her keys for me and gave me instructions to the house where the pool party was and how to get to Marge's house.  "I will call ahead of you to let the girls know you are coming in my place."

                I pulled out of the driveway and was soon at the house where the pool party was being held.  I must have been early because there was no one out front waiting as I was told they should be.  I parked the car on the street and got out.  The sun and heat hit me hard and I think to myself a dip in a pool would be nice right now.  I went straight to a sidewalk on the side of the house guessing it would take me to the pool.  The owners had a nice old place here.  It was kept up really well.  I could hear kids now playing in a pool.  As I round the final corner to the back I could see the pool.  Nice pool I think to myself.  Looks to be a rather big for a private pool.  But before I could come much farther Lindey and another young girl come out of a little building next to the house.  She saw me right away and came straight to me. 

                "Uncle John, this is Mandy, my friend you will be taking home. She is a year older than me but started school late so we are in the same grade. Mandy this is my Uncle John, he is in the Navy and I have not seen him for a long time." 

                Mandy gave a slight wave of hello and giggled.  Then she grabbed Lindey's arm and they ran off to the car with a few more giggles and glancing back at me.  I thought to myself that Mandy was not a bad looking girl herself.  It was obvious she was of mixed bloods of some sort her complexion was a dark tan but she had blue sapphire eyes and slightly brown blondish hair that fell short of her shoulders.  Her appearance was rather boyish at first.  No female body development to be seen and a face that could be male as well as female.  She must be an athletic girl because she seemed to have well developed muscles.  No baby fat on this girl. 

                I undress her in my mind's eye as I turn to follow them back to the car.  I got to thinking about her age, I know the Lindey was to have a birthday in a month making her 11, that would make Mandy to be turning 12 soon.  Pleasant thoughts went through my mind that gave me pleasant feelings through out my body.  I had thought my pants were loose enough to hide that hard fact.  I got to the car and just over heard Mandy saying something like, "Your Uncle has a big cock I bet". Not sure she said that and think it not likely I ignored what I thought I had heard. They both broke out in giggles and Lindey grabbed Mandy's head and whispered in her ear.  The look of shock jumped across Mandy's face and she said, "NO!  Really?  Pinkie Truth?"  Then they fell into the car giggling with Lindey holding up her hand with only her little pinkie finger extended.

                I got the car going as they continued to whisper and giggle in the back seat.  I tried to hear what they were saying but they were too quiet and I had to watch the traffic closer now that it was rush hour. 

                I got to Mandy's house without a clue to what they had been talking about.  I could see the car with the flat tire in the driveway.  "Mandy, let your mother know I am here and then why don't you girls go play some while I fix the tire on your mothers car."  They raced off with Mandy yelling to her mom that she was home.  I stand there gawking, two little girl asses flexing through tight swimsuits as they ran.  They round the corner of the house and I sigh with disappointment as I turn to the car with the flat.  The tools were already out so I started into the task right away. 

                I was just getting the spare tire tightened up when Mandy's mother came out with some lemonade.  I almost had mistaken her for an older sister if it was not for some slight wrinkling.  She was almost an exact grown-up image of Mandy.  Very slight of build and very little female form to her rather plain body, she was really rather nice looking really.  Perhaps it was the little girl lover in me speaking though, because she almost looked like a grown-up budding-teen. I gladly took the lemonade and we made small talk as I finished the job at hand.  She mostly spoke of being glad to have had some time from Mandy.  She had so much work to do and just did not have time for a growing teenager in her life.  Between two jobs and doing extra work out of her home since her husband had died from a disease she did not go into that I had never heard of.  As she went to get Lindey so we could go home I decided to see if I could arrange some outing for Mandy.  It sounded like she was rather neglected. 

                Lindey appeared a few minutes later just as I was getting into the car.  She wave to Mandy as we left and until she was out of sight.  She then sat back and gave a sigh.  She squirmed a few times and looked at me several times as I drove.  She was looking out the side window when she suddenly asked me, "Do you think I am pretty?" 

                Caught a little off guard I glanced at her for a moment as I drove and though on how to answer that question.  I could tell there was more to this question than idle vainness.  Not wanting to sound overly interested in her I replied, "For a girl your age you are very nice looking". 

                "But, I have no boobs yet!"

                I smiled and chucked softly, "Don't rush things, you are still fairly young to have much in that way happen yet.  There is more to beauty than the female figure.  In fact you really need to remember that." 

I felt a little funny talking about this since this was sort of Birds and Bees stuff. But she did ask me and perhaps she was not comfortable asking mother or dad.  In the instant this passed through my mind I also decided though it was better she get a good self image now, than to think she might be ugly.  Besides, I am kind of getting off on the thought of teacher her.

                With this thought in mind I continued, "While I will not say the bodies beauty is not important to most boys, because it is.  I will say that if a boy really cares he will love you for more than just your body."

                She sighs a little and looks away again.  Looking out the window she said, "That is not really why I was asking.  I have seen how you look at me..."

                A shiver of fear runs through my body.

                "... And I am thinking that perhaps you're a man that likes little girls.  I have just been wondering why?"  Having turned her head to me now and sensing the fear I had, she added, "Don't worry, I will not say anything.  In fact I kind of like it.  I feel freer to ask question I can not ask my Mother or Dad."

                I was silent for a good minute before I could answer her, "Well, Lindey, I am not sure how to answer your question.  I could lie to you and say no I am not.  So, I will say this, Lindey to me you are a very beautiful girl.  Yes, I do like young girls.  I am attracted to you.  Now, having said this I want you to know also I am not a person to abuse you with force."

                We were now pulling into the driveway.  "Let's wait until after dinner to night when your mother leaves to get your dad at the airport and we will talk more."

                "OK", was all she said and jumped out of the car and ran to the house.

                Still fearing that she might say something to her mother, I was a little slower to come it.  I was fairly confident she would not tell on me but then you cannot always trust a child that age.  I walked in and found them talking about the pool party and Lindey did not sound like our conversation had affected her or that she was going to say anything.

                Dinner was nice but lacking what a proper dinner should be by my thinking.  I am Meat and Potatoes man.  Dinner was a veggie-dip tray, a small piece of grilled tuna on rice, salad, and for dessert a small dish of pudding with a "Nilla" Wafer cookie.  Yum, Yum. 

                Lindey finished quickly and left the table saying she wanted to take a bubble bath before a TV program she wanted to see would come on.  Her mother reminded her that she would be going to go get her daddy tonight and will be late getting home.  They kissed and hugged and said their goodbyes with her mother telling her to be good and that Uncle John was in charge and you are to do as he says.  I told her mother to just go ahead I would get the dishes. 

                She agreed saying, "It would be best I get started a little early.  The airports security so bad these days I might get delayed."  Ten minutes later she was out the door and down the driveway with me waving goodbye. 

Yes, I rushed her mother out of the house.  The thought of Lindey in my care alone and her nude in a bubble bath and there is only one bathroom and "Hmmm" I need to go to the bathroom.  Lindey wants training in the Birds and the Bees and I will need to give graphic examples of course.  Yes, I rushed her mother out of the house! 

                First though I needed to get these dishes done as fast as I can.  I hope to be a little too distracted for to long of a time to finish them later.  Screw drying them and hunting where to put them away.  I left them in the drainer except for a few things I could tell for sure where they went.  She should understand.  Yea, right, well she will at least think she will understand why I did this.

                This little task done, I now proceed to the entertainment for this evening.  I walk to the bathroom door.  The smell of hot bath water could be smelled in the hall.  I could hear her playing in the water and humming a little song.  It was an old sixties folk song I realize called "Where Have all the Flowers Gone" or something like that, it was before my time.  I stand there a moment with quick dream thoughts of what the next few hours would be like.  I had already decided I would not be able to fuck her most likely but who knows how far she will want to go.  She starts her little song over again this time adding some words. 

                "Where has my little flower gone, long time passing?  Where has my little flower gone, long, long time ago?  Where has my little flower gone, Picked by my Uncle John?  Oh will he ever learn, oh will he ever learn?"

                "Well, SHIT", I thought.  I had a hard-on already it was a missile now.  The words did not fit the song perfectly but close.  How long has she been think about something like that I wondered?  I suddenly felt so horny that I have to admit I was not the same person I was a moment ago.  I could and WILL fuck her now.  She wanted to be fucked.

                After a minute of pure lust racing through my body I remind myself this is a 10 going on 11 year old that has no idea what she is saying.  I have to be nice about this since I have to live here for the next few days.  Though the thought of breaking the door down and raping her did have appeal.  I just have to make it seem like it was her idea or desire at least and I am just helping her learn.  I don't want to meet Bubba at the local jail.

                With Bubba in mind I knock on the door and say, "Lindey?  Could you pull the curtain on the bathtub closed.  I need to use the bathroom."  I knew the family already did this so I no one would question my entering the bathroom. 

                I heard the water swish around and then the sliding of a curtain.  After a little more swishing Lindey said sweetly, "OK, you can come in."

                I opened the door to a rush of stream and the smell of soapy water.  For some reason the memory of many shared baths with my brothers went through my head.  Each of us comparing our dinkies to each other to see who's was the largest?  Who could pee from the bathtub into the toilet next to the tub?  Who could make the most butt bubbles without something else coming out?  Yes, even the most naughty of sucking the other to get that funny feeling.  Frankly, we saw no reason not to do that, it felt good and we would wash our dinkies well before doing it.  Though we did stop when Jerry the oldest finally did cum.  I was the one to discover what little boy cum tasted like.  I remember it still, mostly watery with a slight tang.  They teased me saying would now have a baby in my tummy.  I was young enough that while I knew only girls had babies I was not sure I could trust that information.  Just to be on the safe side I never was willing to suck anyone again.  Jerry quickly learned how to do it with his hand and showed us all how.  We all tried every night after that hoping that we can finally make that weenie spout and get that weird ticklely feeling.  I had a little of that feeling now knowing Lindey was naked in the place I was going to now. 

                Just for the show of it I went directly to the toilet and after making sure she could not see for some reason, I then pulled my pants down and sat.  I had no need to sit and frankly had no ability at the moment to pee.  I was so hard it would of taken a crowbar to bend it down far enough to aim it between my legs and pee in the toilet. 

                We were both quiet for a minute or two.  Then she said, "Why is it when I touch my pee place I get a funny tickled? 

                "Well, all people get a funny feeling there when they are touch their pee place or in the case of a boy pee thing.  A common name for your pee place is pussy by the way.  There are other names but I like that one best.  Just like there are many names for a boys pee thing, I normally have thought of it as a cock or dick."  Having a sudden thought of her toy horsy I decided to add this, "Some boys or men call it their pole to give horsy rides on."

                "Horsy rides?  How do you give horsy rides?"

                I knew that would get her attention, having seen her ride her horse on a stick.  "Well, I have seen you ride your stick horse around.  I bet you sometimes get that funny feeling when you do that."

                I could hear the blush in her voice as she said, "How did you know I get those feelings?"

                "Well, I happen to know if a girl rubs a certain place like the place you were touching it feels good.  If you rub it just right it can feel very good.  Boys can feel very good too but they have to rub their pole to get that funny feeling.  A lot of boys and girls do things like that to play with themselves.  It is called masturbation.  Some mommies and daddies will say it is bad to do.  It will not hurt you to do it; it is just not considered a good thing to do in front of others.  Most parents will decided to ignore it if you only do it by yourself in your bedroom and you are not making to much noise."  

                "Mommy said it was ok, just only do it in the bathroom or my bedroom though.  But what does that have to do with horsy rides?"

                "Well, because girl can ride a boy's pole something like you can ride your horsy.  It is done a little different though."

                After a few moments pause, "How can a girl ride a boys pole, it is to short?"

                "How do you know how big a boy's pole can be?  I bet you been peeking!"

                "Well, Tommy and I played show me yours."

                "Well, like I said it is a little different.  Did you know you have another hole between your legs besides the two you use to pee and poop from?"

                "No, where?"

                "It is ok, many young girls are not told about it until they are older.  Many times not until they find it themselves or someone teach them about it.  I bet though if you feel the place right below where you pee and above the place you poop you will find a small hole."

                I hear the water splash a little, "Oh that place, I did not think it was a hole just a ... a ... I don't know, just something like my bellybutton.  It goes in a little then stops.  It does tickle though when I touch the area."

                "That is what I am talking about.  Yes, it is a hole and one that goes very deep inside you.  That is where a boy puts his pole.  Then a girl rides it up and down like if she was a horse on a merry-go-round."

                Lindey started to giggle and said, "That sounds funny"

                "The first time a girl does this though it can hurt a little sometimes a lot.  But it will soon stop hurting and start to feel good.  It is because you have a little piece of skin in the hole that blocks the opening.  Some call it your cherry because you bleed a bright red blood when it is broken.  But just for a few minutes and not very much.  Some refer to it as your Flower too.  This is because some girl's pussies look like little flowers opening up to a boy."  Lindey continued to giggle.

                Suddenly, something stuck me in my mind.  Something I just said reminded me of something.  I paused to think for a moment and still could not quite remember what it was.  I repeated to myself what I had just said.  Stopping on the pussy being like a flower.  That was it but why did that mean something to me?

                "My Flower tickles Uncle John"

                There was that word again.  I heard her say something like that before.  Then it hit me over the head and the line from the song she sang earlier.  "Where has my little flower gone, PICKED BY MY UNCLE JOHN?  Oh will he ever learn, oh will he ever learn?"  Just realized I have been setup.  This little girl knew more than she was letting on.  She was hoping that I would do something if I were able to.  What better way than to take a bath and hope the pervert in me would make me come see her?  No wonder she was giggling so while I explained about sex, she already knew.  Though, I have to admit my merry-go-round horsy ride description would sound funny if you already knew what it looked like.  Thinking of my shower the other day and thinking a little voyeur was active in the house explains much.  I wonder if she has seen my brother and his wife in action?  OR perhaps a friend and brother in action?  Perhaps even played around that way herself.  I was quickly sure it was not my brother so it had to be a little friend of hers.  Not, Mandy, she had not other family but her mother.  It did not really matter I decided, the question for now was how much she already did know?  Should I act stupid and let her have her fun or challenge her and get on with what she seemed to want to do?  Perhaps, also I could turn the table on her and pretend to attack her.  I thought for a moment more and decided to just let her lead me but I will rush things a little also.  I remember saying to Lindey as I thought all of this, "Then scratch your little flower", and a few moments her replying with something like, "That just makes it tickle more." 

                After a quick thought how to reply I said, "Perhaps you need someone that can scratch it better."

                "Oh, that would be nice I am sure.  But that would require me to allow you to see me naked and touch me in a naughty area."

                "I am a big boy, I have seen many girls like you, I am sure there is nothing there I have not seen before.  Besides, I am an adult and I have to help children with problems they are having.  So, why don't I open the curtains up and help you finish washing your body and then you and I will go to your room where I can help you scratch that itch better."

                "That sounds like fun, Uncle John", she says with a giggle.

                I stand-up and was about to raise my pants when I decide to instead remove them.  I will have to remove them later anyway, might as well now.  I quickly remove everything else and was now nude also.  I reach up and quickly whisk the curtain aside exposing myself to her. 

                "OOOOOOOH, your naughty Uncle John, you have no clothes on."

                I did a quick scan of her body from head to toe.  She had been standing looking at my refection on tiles of the wall.  The tan lines that framed her little marshmallow puffed size fleshy pink titties made them stand out more.  Down her flat tummy and stopping at her small bellybutton where a tan line ends again.  Below that was a nice flaming pink peach sized bald pussy.  After a pause I continued looking down her slender legs and into the water ending at her feet.   Her legs were spread enough to show a nice reflection of her crotch and the line of her slit opening from front to the back of her little butt.

                "I can wash you better this way."  And with that I climb into the tub.  It was a tight fit since this was a standard size tub and not very deep.  Our bodies could not help but to touch.  I get myself wet and then grab the bar of soap and got my self very soapy.  Mean while I allow Lindey to stare and ask questions about my body.  Once I was covered enough with soap I had her get wet and then stand up.  I got to my knees and then gave her a big hug.  I then stated to slide her around against me getting her soapy also.  Working more soap between us I soon had us all soapy and sliding our hands and bodies together in places where an adult man and a young girl should not be touching like this.  I wanted to slide a certain other thing in a certain place but was saving that for later.  I finally asked her how her itch was.

                "OOOWWWW Uncle John, very itchy now."

                "Well, then lets rinse off and get dry and take care of the itch if you really want me to?"

                Giggles, "I really, really do want you to scratch that nasty itch of mine."

                "OK" I turned the shower on and we quickly rinsed off and got out.  With a little playing we quickly were dried and ready to go to her room.  I send her ahead and I made a quick stop in my brothers room guessing I would find something to make things a little more slippery between Lindey and me.  I was not sure if would need it though.  She was feeling rather wet already and her little hole seemed to be stretched some already.  In the nightstand I found a tube marked, "Super Anal Lube", Hmmm, perhaps my brother is more adventurous than I though.

                I entered her room to find her already laying lewdly posed on her bed.  I have been in her room before but once again looked around.  It was mostly the classic 10-year-old girls bedroom.  The walls were yellow instead of pink and the furniture was unmatched pieces bought as needed.  The rest was normal though.  Stuffed animals look down on me from shelves. Dolls in a bookcase stared back at me.  The walls were covered with posters pictures of cartoon characters and nature scenes.  The last of the evening sun streams through the window on the bed, hi-lighting her with a golden glow. 

                I feel a certain ache in my groin telling me to get on with this.  I was not going to rush though.  I walk to the bed and lowered myself to my knees.  Grabbing a leg I slowly turn her a little to allow myself to look directly at and into her bald pussy.  The slit was open just enough to see the ridge of her clit gong down from the top a short ways and then a small dark area before it closed slightly and then opened again exposing her little rose bud butt hole. 

                I lower myself to a little more and lean down until my nose was inches above her love hole.  A slight little girl musky soapy smell rose from it as I breathed in deeply.  As I breathed on it the smell got stronger and a surge of lust ran through me.

                I then brought myself up her tummy and to her tiny marshmallow sized breasts that were mostly just nipples that have jumped out from her flat chest.  I wanted to stop right there and suck on in but continued on to her face. 

Her face was a mix of features from my brother and sister-in-law.  Her high brows arched over her bright blue eyes.  Her nose flared out from her face begging to be kissed right on the tip, which is the first thing I did with a giggle for a reward.  I then looked at her mouth.  A little pink little girl's lips quivered a little as she tried to smile though slightly scared of what was happening and how wonderful she felt.  I cupped her head and with gentle care kissed them lightly.  I could feel a shiver go though her body.  I kissed her again this time a little harder and with more power.  I then did it again this time parting her lips with my tongue.  With another shiver and with a deep breath she opened her mouth and followed my example and our tongues met and lightly played. 

                I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her soft little body to me.  I lifted her up and stood as she wrapped her legs around me.  Her moist pussy mashed my hard salami feeling cock against me, as she held on tight with her legs.  We both had a shiver of lust run through us like a pre-orgasm.  I sat on the bed and we parted a little and smiled at each other.  I brought us together again and rolled sideways to lie on the little child's bed.  I was a full twin size bed but felt like a cot in size. 

Parting again, I brought my hands back from around her back and around her puffy pink breasts.  I circled the nipples with my fingers.  She giggled and shivered from the touch.  I quickly brought my face down and took one in my mouth.  A little shrike escapes her mouth form the sudden sensation from my warm mouth and tongues massaging her nipple.  Her body bucked a little and with deep breaths we each moaned softly as I worked the nipple this way and that.  Gently, I slid it out of my mouth with a pop and then did the same to the other breast. 

                Next I butterfly kissed my way down her body to her now strongly smelling pussy.  I was rewarded on my first trip along the outside of that little mound with her nectar.  At this point she was already most of the way to her first orgasm with me and shivered with lust wanting it to wash over her.  The moment I hit her clit with my tongue she went over and humped herself hard against my mouth with a scream escaped from her mouth.  I had been stroking her body with my hands and felt the muscles jump and quiver as she sank into the bliss of the experience of her orgasm.  I lapped up the small flow from her as her love hole released her juices. 

                My cock was now burning with lust and pre-cum almost shot from it.  I resisted though and raised myself up to watch her as the last of her orgasm rolled through her.  Her body finally went limp as a few twitched made a muscle flex here and there.  She was still breathing hard and moaning.  Slowly and with an effort she looked at me with a silly little grin.  She almost looked to be drunk as she tried to work her body back into action. 

                I stood up and looked down on her.  She laid once again in a lewd way with her legs spread wide and her hands now working her little hard nipples in hope of prolonging that fuzzy feeling.  It was now my turn for pleasure.  Yes, I stood there taking in the beauty of her little body that was soon to be mine to make me feel good.  Stroking my cock slowly I studied her body and decided it would be best to let her take me in slowly by being on top and lowering herself on me.  I was to far gone to trust the animal in me to be gentle.  It was dark outside now, but a nightlight in the room gave off enough light for what was going to happen next.  I glanced around the room for a clock to make sure of the time I had.  I found one on the nightstand and saw I had several hours yet.  I glance around again at the stuffed animals and dolls witnessing all that was going on.  The innocent little girl image they represented made my standing there with a seething cock all the more sinister and exciting to me.  I bring my eyes back to her and see she was now mostly recovered.

                I make a horsy sound and make my cock move up and down as I say, "This stick horsy wants a little girl to ride it."

                Her eyes became larger and a smile split her tiny face.  I have her get up and I lay down on the bed.  Then she grabbed a cowboy hat from the chair next to her.  I reached out and took her by the waist and raised her up and over my body.  I lowered her to my chest with the strong scent of her pussy making my cock jump.

                "OK, this is how we will do this.  You will stand up with your legs on each side of me.  Then slowly sit down as I guide your pussy to my cock.  Then I will let you go and it is up to you how fast you want to go after that."  I though to warn her of the possible pain but did not want to scare her before we even began.

                Once again I lifted her as she stood over me.  With a little movement backwards I held her still.  "OK, it is now time, do you really want me to do this still?"

                He voice quivered a little but she said, "YES, Uncle John, I want to do this ever since Tommy and I started to play around a month ago.  He is to young though to do it right.  I just used a carrot normally and that never seemed to feel right."

                I made a mental note to ask more about Tommy when we are done.  "OK, here we go."

                I firmly pull her hips down a little and then with one hand left on her hip to guide her I grabbed my hot throbbing cock with the other hand.  The way I was feeling I feared it would be over before it got started too much.  Slowly, she continued to lower herself to me.  With a feeling of an electric shock skin came into contact with skin.  In the moment of a pause I remembered the lube but decided not to worry unless things got to hard.  The warmth of her pussy lips on my cock made me shoot a fresh load of pre-cum out.  I rubbed that around a little and them took my hand off her hip.  "OK, now take my hands to balance yourself and then when you are ready start to push down on me and it will slide in. 

                She pushed down and with a little effort her lips started to part around the helmet of my cock.  I could feel a burning in my balls and wondered if I should have got off before trying to fuck her.  She paused a little and it was just enough to gain control again.  She than sat a little harder and it actually started to enter her hole.  I could feel it slowly tighten as it fought being stretched as it was stretched over end of my cock.  Her eyes grew wider as she felt a slight pain.  She knew it would hurt some and continued to push herself down.  With a pop and slight relief of the pain the head of my cock was in.  Here again she paused.  I fought to resist cumming right then.  I was starting to feel desperate but managed not to rush her.  I was breathing heavy and nature was making my body buck a little as I fought the urge to roll over and thrust it deep in her. 

                With a moan she pushed again.  The pain again came back.  Suddenly, she and I felt it.  I was just now pushing on her cherry.  It hurt a little but felt better as we waited.  She pushed again and it hurt more so she stopped.  She did this a few more times.  I was almost beyond the ability to wait.  He feeling of the shallow tight fucks was taking its toll.  I knew I would not last much longer. 

                "I can't do it Uncle John.  It hurts to much."

                My mind said 'stop' but my cock said 'NO FUCKING WAY WILL WE STOP!!!'  Of course my lust filled cock won the argument.  Before I really knew what I was doing I grabbed her waist and pushed down on her hips hard.  She gave a shrike and cried out in pain.  I was to far gone to care now though.  With another push I felt the blockage finally give and I sunk in a little deeper. 

                With another cry of pain she yelled, "Please Uncle John Stop!"

                I pushed again and was finally in as deep as I could go.  Here I did stop and pulled her body down to me and hugged her close.  "It is ok now, the worse of it is over."  I did not push anymore and but the need to fuck her was still there.  Her tunnel was very tight on me and squeezed my cock hard almost to the point of pain.  Her pain made the muscle along her tunnel twitch though giving me a feeling like I was being milked.  She was crying on my shoulder and I felt a little mean.  She said nothing to me for a while and I managed to fight off the urge a little feeling a bit guilty. 

                "It is ok Uncle John", she said after a few minutes.  "I don't hurt so much now.  I knew it would hurt the first time but did not expect it to hurt that much.  I know it is not really your fault.  It hurt a little when Tommy did it but he never was able to push it though, he was not long enough.  He would insist that I let him get off though."

                I hugged her closer and moved my cock a little in her.  She gasped a little but didn't say anything.  The though and picture of a little boy fucking my little niece was to much for me though and I had to push harder and began to fuck her out of great need.  I could hear her cry again but she did not fight me.  I suddenly felt the needed to be able to push deeper and grabbed her and flipped us over.  Now, I was on top and was able to fucker her better.  I gave a mighty thrust and over the hill I went.  With a fiery I felt my cum shoot through my body and out into her.  I humped into her hard and fast for a good minute before I finally was able to stop. 

                After a minute I looked at her face.  She had a slight look of shock on her face.  Her eyes were closed but she was breathing heavily.  I suddenly realized she had had an orgasm too.  I was still in her but had shrunk a little.  It felt rather nice as my cock slide smoothly in her as I moved a little to hopefully make her more comfortable.  After a minute she opened her eyes and gave me a little smile.  "It still hurts some", she said, "But, not to much.  It started to feel real good though for a few minutes.  Just enough that when you shot your load in me I also had an orgasm." 

                We just lay there for a good half hour.  I slide myself in and out of her slowly until she said it hardly hurt now.  I was by now ready to go it again.  I looked at the clock and thought that if we are not to slow about this we could have a nice fuck and have time for a quick shower before her parents would be home.  She agreed that it would be nice to try again now that it did not hurt anymore. 

                Well, we finished in time and had a quick shower and she was even long in bed and asleep before they got home.  We were both sore the next day and only talked about it a little.  We did get one more chance to fuck before it was time for me to leave.  It had to be a rather quick one though and we both were left feeling frustrated.  I had been tempted to take her to a motel room but being a small town I was afraid someone would know Lindey and ask questions.