Squeeze/Chapter One

Squeeze

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Chapter One

It was the mid-term school holiday for my favourite little seven year old niece, Nancy. In fact, she was my only niece and of course, I was her favourite uncle. My sister and her husband both worked and it was near impossible for them to find someone to mind her during school holidays. Usually her nan looked after her but she was off to visit some friends at the time.

She went with me for breakfast, not far from the cinema which featured a popular children’s film, so we strolled around town until the first showing. The auditorium was almost empty, which I thought unusual for a top film on a school holiday at that. So, we were able to get a seat near the middle which was well away from just about everyone.

After about ten minutes into the film, I felt her hand drop into my lap and didn’t think anything of because it was not the first time she had done something like that. It was harmless, so I didn’t scold her or push it away. Things became more interesting, though, when she distinctly squeezed my cock through my trousers… which gave the inevitable little twitch. She felt it and giggled softly. I felt it was time to stop the curious little hand before someone spotted us. So, I tried to gently lift it away but she wasn’t going to have any of it and took a good grip on me. That’s when willy decided he liked her hand and stiffened a bit.

When she felt it move, she looked up at me and asked, “What happened?” Then continued her little exploration through my trouser fabric.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I scolded her.

“Why not? I like it... but why is it going hard? It’s getting bigger, too,” Was her innocent query.

“It does that when someone squeezes him,” which was the wrong explanation because she only squeezed it more and became more determined.

The problem now was it felt so good I didn’t want her to stop, so I looked around and didn’t believe anyone would see us, so I reached down and rearranged it a bit so it was more comfortable and things weren’t so cramped. Quite a tent propped up in my pants and the harder I became, the more her interest was sparked. It was now time to conceal matters before we got caught out. So, I removed my jacket, laid it over my lap and doubted if it would draw disdain from casual observers.

Since I never married and consequently never had children, not that you need to be married, she was my surrogate daughter. I’m afraid it was love at first sight when I saw her for the first time while my sister was in hospital and got to witness her feeding… which upon reflection, did wonderful things inside my pants. My sister and I had always been quite open with each other and had no qualms about nudity or a number of other things. Plus, we shared the love of being naughty. Not just with each other and there was a lot of exploration and discovery, but we tried to get away with things that would have cost us a bit of skin off our bums after a healthy caning.

At holiday family gatherings, the drink flowed freely and we knew better than to ask for even a little nip. However, we were very curious. I was twelve at the time and Jazz, her real name was Jasmine, was ten. During a late night raid on the larder, I spotted an open bottle of wine that didn’t get stowed in a secret location. I pulled the cork on it, had a sip and thought it was very nice, so I went to find my sister to share the bounty.

Most of our really naughty adventures took place late at night after our parents and neighbours were asleep. It was the ultimate thrill for us to strip down and run naked through our garden… and the neighbour’s. We would shimmy up their fruit trees and pinch enough bounty for several days of sweet treats. It was great fun and we kept each other informed when a naughty opportunity arose that we could share; like when Jazz spotted our parents bedroom door while they humped themselves silly. She quickly collected me for the show. So, like what any normal children would do when faced with such an opportunity; we watched.

At the tender age of twelve, boners were a fact of life and had been for some years. It was my mates that showed me what a boner was good for. Of course, we shared all of the usual rumours about fucking and such and I knew the general dynamics, at least in my head, but wondered how things actually fit together. Now that I could see it in the flesh, it was instant boner time. When my sister saw the bulge, she began to giggle, but quickly slapped her hand over her mouth and caught it before our parents caught on to us. It helped that they were a bit occupied at the time.

Ever since I could remember, my sister had rubbed herself, quite openly in fact, between her legs. I had always believed it was an itch, which it was in a way, and it wasn’t until that night that I discovered the real reason she did it. She had her hand under her night dress and rubbed away while my boner tried to find its way out of my pyjama trousers. Of course, I had to squeeze myself a bit, and of course, she noticed it and knew a lot more about it than I did. At the time, some of my mates were able to squirt their sperm but not me. That changed later that night and my sister was able to witness the event. Then, I got to watch her bring herself off and it was a paramount experience for me. It was one of those moments when I finally understood one of the female mysteries that had been clouded over until that point, by boy talk among friends. It was the orgasm that had eluded me, both hers and mine.

Of course, it didn’t end there. We still kept an eye out for our parents indiscretion, just so we could learn more, and had a merry time watching each other masturbate. As time progressed, we discovered the joy of mutual masturbation, oral sex and finally… the... shag. She coerced me into popping her cherry when she was at the fine old age of eleven. I was reluctant because she explained the bloody part and all of the gory details, so I let her do the deed herself, which almost broke my cock off in the process.

Now, my little niece was fascinated with the lump in my pants and although I believed she was a bit young to learn about the finer workings of the male member, there was something really naughty about letting her fondle and squeeze me. I could plainly see that she took after her mum and delighted in a naughty pursuit. There was also the added thrill of doing it in public. It wasn’t long before she became dissatisfied with merely feeling the old boy through its cloth prison and decided it should be freed into her eager clutches.

I had leaned back in the seat and enjoyed her tender manipulation, but when she grasped my zip and tried to tug it down, I went on the alert and stopped her hands.

In as tender a voice as I could manage, I scolded, “Not in here. We’ll get in a lot of trouble if somebody sees us.”

“But Unky, I want to feel it. I like it when it’s hard like that.”

“I don’t mind letting you,” I told her as I kissed her nose, “But we have to wait until we get back to my place.”

“Humph,” she exhaled her disdain, “Will you take me to the toilets?”

It was a good thing I wore my jacket because old willy was serious about making his presence known. I figured that if I walked close behind her with my jacket in front of me, they would make a nice shield.

When we arrived at the ladies, I gently urged her in with, “I’ll wait for you outside the door.”

“I don’t want to go by myself. Won’t you come with me?”

“You silly little moo, men can’t go into the ladies.”

“I’m afraid to go in there by myself,” and she grasped herself between the legs and danced from foot to foot, exclaiming, “I’m going to wet myself.”

We couldn’t allow that to happen. Then, a little light went off inside my head. I checked the gents and it was unoccupied, so I led her back to the very last stall and latched us in. She lifted her skirt and with a desperate whine in her voice demanded, “You have to help me.”

It just wouldn’t do to have an accident, so I quickly tugged her little white cottons down as the flood was released. Her knickers were quickly soaked before I could get her on the seat. Luckily, she didn’t wet her dress. The tiny yellow stream boiled and churned the water beneath her while I stood mesmerized by her perfect little pussy. I had seen her pussy many times before, but never in this way. Although my cock had shriveled to a manageable size, he jumped back to his former tumescent state and put a severe strain on my zip.

Now, I had changed her nappies enough times, helped with her potty training and did a lot of wiping for her over the years. Let’s say there was nothing exciting about the job of cleaning up the mucky mess. Things were very different now. Maybe because I enjoyed her touch so much or for very different reasons, but it was too early to tell. What I did know was, it excited me to the point the breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t speak while my cock pounded a heavy beat in my pants and threatened to unload any second.

Her eyes got very wide when she noticed the movement in my trousers and just stared at first, but then placed her hand over it and squeezed as she asked, “What made it do that since I wasn’t squeezing it?”

Try as I may, I could barely whisper, “It’s your little fanny.”

She reached down, pulled her little pussy open and carefully looked at it before she informed me, “It looks fine to me,” before she reached for my zip and quickly tugged it down. My throbber exerted so much pressure on the thing, it pushed my shorts out of the flies and did a little dance for the girl. She grabbed it and giggled while it jumped in her hands, and begged, “Let me see it?”

Frankly, I was afraid to take myself out for fear of unloading in her face and everything else in the vicinity, so I told her, “I can’t because I’m ready to squirt.”

“Squirt what?” She inquired.

“It’s a cream… I’ll tell you about it later,” was my strained response.

“Please, please let me see it?” She begged in that sweet little syrup coated voice that always got her what she wanted from me.

It was at that moment, I threw all caution to the wind and decided to show her what she wanted to see. As bloated as my balls were, I doubt if I could leave the theatre without dumping them in my trousers; which I preferred not to do. Let’s say she was going to receive a quick lesson in male masturbation and find out what happens during ejaculation. At least a general overview of the picture.

I was running on full auto when I loosened my belt, let my trousers fall and my shorts quickly followed. “It’s huge,” she exclaimed, “What’s this? Oh, oh, it’s a little tear,” she said as she dipped a finger in the sticky bead on the head and pulled away a string of thick liquid.

Then, she wrapped both hands around me and jerked them a few times. Thankfully, I was not as close to the edge as I was before, but quickly bent down and retrieved her wet knickers with the full intention of adding my goo to the mix. She quickly regained her grasp on me and I wrapped my hand around hers to guide them. With her knicker gusset under the head, it didn’t take six strokes before my knees shook while spurt after slimy spurt splattered into the girl’s cottons.

“Oh, wow, awesome!” She exclaimed as the spurts wound down to a tiny dribble, and then she handed me a few tissues and demanded, “You wipe me. We have to hurry because we’re missing the film.”

I breathed a sigh of relief because my balls had stopped complaining to me, “At least I didn’t scare her,” I muttered because I wasn’t sure how she would handle it.

Then, I knelt and dabbed at her little split, which wasn’t very damp, and ran my bare finger over her clit which made her squeak, “Do that again.”

Since I always aim to please, I twirled my finger over the little nubbin, which seemed grow under my touch and the more I rubbed it, the harder it became. She had both hands latched to the bog seat while she scowled with her eyes scrunched shut.

“In for a penny,” I thought as I lifted her feet up to the seat and opened her pink purse to my hungry gaze.

For the life of me, I never imagined a young, hairless snatch would look so succulent and delicious. In fact, it was irresistible and my tongue was drawn to it like a magnet. My sights were instantly set to the wet little pink opening at the bottom of the keyhole slot. If I was not mistaken, there was a little dribble of thick fluid which managed to escape and needed to be slurped away. Of course, I wouldn’t have minded if it dribbled into her bum crack because the tender brown wrinkle below it would be my next stop.

I chose first things first, as I drilled my tongue into the most obvious sign of moisture and managed to scoop up a good taste of the savoury, sweet broth before I moved in lower to the fragrant, earthy little pucker. Then, I dragged my tongue up through the moist little channel only to wage battle with the thick finger of her clit. Yes, it had grown in size along with a light flush and definite blush and puffiness to the thick lips.

Let’s say, I was thankful that we were alone because of the squeal she let out when I sucked her clit between my lips only to bitterly lash it with my tongue. Her thighs clamped and rippled against my cheeks while I flailed the tender button. Then, she planted her legs on my shoulders while I nursed the nubbin, and with one jerk of her soft little bum, she went flying into space.

Never would I have imagined that my niece’s little pussy, the same one I had cleaned and cared for over the years, would be as exciting as it was. She had a good orgasm in the bargain; very good in fact. Since she was out for the count, I carried her to my car and tenderly laid her on the back bench before I made the way back to my place.

End Chapter One

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