Guess That Hit/Part 4

Guess That Hit, part 4: Coming clean

I saw how Grace turned to the other girls. Stuck her cum-covered tongue out at Rhonda.
And exclaimed, triumphantly: “I won!!”

“You ...” I gasped for breath. “You WHAT???”
She won? Had this been a setup? Had I been tricked?

My mind was already on the most extreme roller-coaster ride it ever had. My normal post-orgasmic warm glowing feeling was mixed with shame over cumming in Grace's mouth, spiced up with an insane fear over my fate if anyone finds out, and worries about how the girls would cope.
Now, anger was added to the mix, anger at the kids for playing me. But also embarrassment for allowing a bunch of preteens to play me.

I allowed my anger to take over. I stood up, towering over the girls.
“YOU GIRLS BETTER TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!”

Should I have chosen my words better? Should I have at least avoided the F-bomb?
I don't think it mattered. I had used it before, right as I was filling Grace's young mouth with my seed. And in that context. I really don't think word choice was the biggest issue.

Cindy appeared to shrink at least an inch under my threatening posture. Unconsciously, I had turned to her, addressed her in my stance. Well, she was the host of the party, it made sense to expect some responsibility from her.
I'm pretty sure it's actually [/i]you[i] that should be responsible, you know? Oh, shut up!

But it was Rhonda who got up and faced me. She took a deep breath.
Despite the circumstances, I still couldn't help admiring how her boobs pushed out as she inhaled.
She addressed me, blunt, brave, and determined in a way I didn't expect at her age.
“Dave, don't take it all out on Cindy. It's not her fault. We did this together.”
She paused, then, softer, “And I think I'm most too blame.”

“You have my attention.”
I tried to still sound menacingly but it was hard: I actually admired the courage of this girl to stand up for her friends, to take on responsibility, against an angry me.
“I'll tell, but please sit down first, Dave. You're making us nervous.”

I sat myself back down on the couch. Vaguely aware of a large spot of sperm on the fabric that I'd have to somehow clean up before Mel and Bill's return.
“Okay, kid. Talk.”
I made sure to sound less threatening as before, but still stern enough that she'd take this serious.

• * *
  

Rhonda was disappointed when the game ended. She always loved getting her boobs fondled.
She knew Dave had touched her much longer than needed, proof that he liked her tits! She was happy. Rhonda had been struck with Dave's looks the second she had entered the house.
Why had Cindy never told her about this gorgeous uncle?

He probably had a desk job, given his lack of tan. Shame, Rhonda loved tanned bodies.
But he worked out, and was not afraid to show it: his shirt tightly embraced his six-pack. She admired his abs. This man was so much more … manly than any of the boys she'd been with.
She also admired his dark brown eyes, the stubble on his chin, the wavy, shoulder-length, dark blond hair.

She rejoiced when Dave requested a price! Oh, she would give him one to remember… but then Savannah chimed in and spoiled it. Such a shame that the other girls were still such kids!

Ally had been excited by Dave's touch. She had been fondling her own tits ever since they started growing, and had been curious how it would feel when someone else touched them. It had been hard to await her turn.
When Dave finally called her number, she felt her nipples spring to attention in anticipation. And then in the end, when Dave had to choose between her and Hannah and touched her again …
Ally didn't know what he had done exactly but it had been the best feeling ever. It had made Ally's cunny tingle, spreading the glowing warmth she recognized from when she rubbed herself down there.
“Is this what real sex feels like?” She wondered.

It would be fun to actually show her tits to Dave too. They were still small, but good for her body – Ally often watched herself in the mirror and was really happy with her tits. Would Dave get excited? Would he stare? Or would Rhonda get all the attention again, just as with the boys in school?

Hannah almost ruined it. Weird that her own twin sister was such a prude, weren't they supposed to be the same? How could she not be excited to be touched there, not eager to show and see Dave's response?
Dave's command was clear: “And now get dressed, all!” But then she recalled that he had also said that everyone should make their own choice. She could stay naked if she wanted to … and she wanted to! She demonstratively shoved her clothes aside, and smiled as she saw some of the other girls follow suit.
Dave was in for a surprise – how would he respond?

Savannah watched with growing curiosity how Dave inspected all the girls, looked at their tits. She wondered why. It's just tits, right?
Okay, they come in different shapes and sizes, but surely Dave would have seen all possible varieties already. Why stare so long at something you have already seen before?

As Dave inspected girl after girl, she felt insecure of what to do. She had just thrown a shirt over her shoulders for the chill, but now realized now that whether or not her titties were exposed depended on her movements. And while she herself didn't care at all whether people saw her tits, she did notice that it was a big deal to Dave. And to the girls.

The unexpected buzz on her phone solved her problem for her. She automatically reached for her pocket, saw Dave's increased attention, then realized a tit was exposed.
And then … she saw an emotion on Dave's face. Something she had not seen before. She had read about “lust” … is that what “lust” looks like?
She was most surprised at her own response. Dave's looks, the way he looked at her tits, the eagerness, the obvious adoration, … a new feeling took over her brain. She felt beautiful in a whole new way, felt loved, admired, desired. She now, finally, understood why exposing or not exposing had been such a big deal to the girls.

When Dave finally finished inspecting all girls, an awkward silence followed. Savannah saw the question marks in the other girls' faces. She understood what they wanted to know, what they needed to hear.
She had no idea why – if they had watched Dave, actually watched him, they would already know. But they wanted to hear it. And yet, they didn't dare to ask. Weird, how they were not too shy to expose their tits to him, but now didn't dare to ask a simple question.
Oh well, someone has to break the awkward silence she figured, so she did.
“So, now that you finished the inspection: do you like what you see, Dave?”

Cindy hated that her tits were still so small. Even Savannah's were already bigger.
She had enjoyed the game, enjoyed uncle Dave's gentle touch. But to stay topless? What if uncle Dave thinks her tits are too small? She decided to put her bra back on, knowing that it would made her tits appear bigger. Or actually less small. Would uncle Dave like that better?

Cindy had always been close with uncle Dave, but more in a nephew-uncle way than in a niece-uncle way. They would play catch for hours. He had explained her the rules of soccer (that he insisted on calling football, as if Europe could ever be better than America). And once, on the couch while watching a Red Bulls game, he had let her taste a sip of his beer when mom and dad were not watching. (She hated it, but she would never tell Dave that!).
But as puberty kicked in, her feelings for Dave changed. She started to see his masculine beauty. Hoped he would notice her as more than just the playful tomboy she had been. Had it been smart to wear the bra? Would bare tits have been better?

She felt a pang of jealousy as she noticed how Rhonda casually leaned in when Dave walked past her, deliberately pushing her tit against his arm. She saw Dave turn and look. Did he realize she had done it on purpose? Had he liked it?
Cindy secretly wished she had tits like Rhonda, and the courage to just wave them around as freely as Rhonda did.

Hannah was confused. Very confused. She knew how awfully audacious Ally was with all these sex things.
At home she sometimes ran around in just her knickers, as they used to do when they were younger. They had stopped doing this when their chests started to develop, but now Ally was doing it again. Even … no, especially[/i] when dad or their brothers were around. As if she[i] wanted them to see her tits.
Hannah simply couldn't understand Ally. Twelve is much too young for that, she should wait. Hannah would wait!

Joking about “Guess That Tit” as a fake TV game had been fun. But doing it for real? She had been horrified at the thought. The only reason she caved was that she didn't want to be the spoilsport. Just imagine a whole night in a room with friends that are all mad at you.
And then, when Dave had touched her, it felt … good! Surprisingly good! But it shouldn't feel good, not at her age. How could it?
She was confused. And scared, scared of what might happen if these feelings didn't stop. She was relieved when she finally was allowed to cover up. Just look at Dave, how he is looking at all the girls. As if we are cattle on a farmers market. Though, she reluctantly admitted, it did feel good when he looked at her, and said she was beautiful.

Hannah flat out refused to play “Guess That Dick”. She was still confused from how Dave's hands had felt on her chest. Still afraid what that feeling would do to her, would make her do. She was too young, she was not ready to explore this any further.
She was relieved when Savannah suggested that nobody has to touch. And, secretly, looking forward to seeing her first actual real life penis. The thought made her shudder.

Grace didn't really understand the game, but she was aware that it was naughty. She felt very big and grown up because she was allowed to play it. And though she had no tits yet, it had felt really nice and tingly when uncle Dave, her mostest favoritest uncle, had moved his fingers and hands on them. A bit ticklish, but not the like her armpits. Better, much better, in a weird way that she didn't understand.
And then, when he pretended to kiss her and then blew a raspberry, right on her nipple … she still shuddered at the memory of that feeling.

After Dave left the room to pee, Rhonda smirked.
“'Need to pee', my ass! That man is horny as hell! I'll bet you all that he's wanking off right now!”
The older girls all giggled.
“What is 'wanking off'?” Grace asked.
Cindy explained: “Remember how we explained that a man gets an erection when he sees beautiful girls? that can make them want to touch their penis and rub it, because that gives them a good feeling.”
“Oooh, like how I play with my twinkle to feel good?” Grace interrupted.
“Euuh, yes. A bit like that. Wow, I didn't know you discovered that already. But, yeah, sort of the same. Except, when a man does it long enough, he 'cums'. That is when he feels the best, and then some white stuff shoots from their penis, called 'sperm'. And then the erection stops.”
Cindy was relieved when Grace nodded, accepting the explanation as sufficient.

Grace kept completely quiet when the next game was discussed.
She had no idea what was going to happen, but she sensed it was even naughtier, even more grown up. If any of the other girls noticed her, they'd send her to bed. So she kept quiet, not even asking what the weird words meant.

She saw how eager Rhonda and Ally were to play the game. How Hannah shuddered at the thought but was still happy to watch the others. The curiosity in Allison's eyes. And Cindy's hesitation.
Grace knew Cindy very well. She saw that she wanted to play very badly, but also was scared of something. Grace wanted to speak, to encourage Cindy, tell her it would be fun and not scary at all, but she didn't.
Stay quiet. Make sure they don't see you!
She was glad when Cindy overcame her fear. Why would she be afraid of anything, she's the big sis, she has no reasons for fear!

As the girls were discussing how they would convince Dave, Rhonda suddenly stood up, made sure she had everyone's attention, then proudly announced: “You know what? I bet I can make Dave cum during the game!”
The room fell silent.
“No way!”
“You wouldn't!”
“Are you really gonna ...”
“Yes I will. And if I do, I get first choice of mattress tonight. Last time I was tucked away in the corner with no room for my legs; tonight I'll pick a better spot!”

All girls started talking at the same time. Nobody listened to the others. And nobody noticed the thoughtful look on Grace's face. Grace had never really liked Rhonda. Cindy's other friends were okay, but Rhonda … She didn't do anything annoying or so, it's just that she was always showing off and bragging that she was older and more grownup, and that especially Grace was too young, just a kid.

She considered what Rhonda had said.
“Make Dave cum” …
She recalled Cindy's explanation. That is when a man rubs his pee-pee until it feels the goodest and then the white stuff comes out. And Rhonda will do that in the game? So she will not only touch uncle Dave's pee-pee, she will rub it to make him feel good, like Grace did with her own twinkle.
The way she said it, the way the other girls responded, this has to be a real grownup thing!

Grace made a decision. Silently, in her own head only, replied: “Challenge accepted!”
Ha! She'd like to see the look on Rhonda when Grace makes uncle Dave cum! That would show her that she's not just a kid!
But, Grace did realize that she didn't really know how this rubbing would work exactly. Better let Rhonda go first, she figured, and then copy what she does.

As the game progressed, Grace had been watching in awe.
At first uncle Dave's peepee was nothing special, very much like dad's. But when Cindy was playing with it, she noticed how it started to move, all by its own. And that it got bigger, and stiff. Why had dad's peepee never done that?

Then Rhonda took her turn. Grace watched intently. She was fascinated to see how the skin could be pulled all the way back, how a large purple … thing lay underneath.
She saw how Rhonda moved her hand up and down along the shaft. So that's how this rubbing thing works? Then she saw a drop of liquid come out of the small hole on the top.
“Now already? Perhaps I should have gone first. But wait … it's not white. Does this mean uncle Dave is not made cum yet?”

She saw Rhonda smear the liquid over the purple part of Dave's peepee. Saw how she started to move her hand over it, picking up more of the fluid to make the purple thing wet. This made more sense, it reminded Grace of how she herself would use some spit when rubbing her twinkle, to make it nice and slippery.

Grace saw on uncle Dave's face that he liked this a lot, that it was feeling very good.
“Please uncle Dave,” she thought, “please guess her fast, before it is so good that she makes you cum, Then I can go next and show that I can be grown up and make you cum!”
Her first wish was granted. Her second not. She tried to be next after Rhonda, but Ally beat her to it. And when Grace saw that Ally was doing this same rubbing stuff as well, she knew that it would be hard to win this challenge.

Cindy watched in shock. She was inexperienced but she knew enough to see that Rhonda had not been just feeling. She was giving a hand job.
Had she been actually serious about making uncle Dave cum? And then she saw Ally do the same. Cindy saw how much uncle Dave enjoyed it, but she also saw determination on his face. He struggled. Did he feel bad about enjoying this?
Cindy had her own struggle. She had been dreaming and fantasizing about uncle Dave lately, in a very sexual way. But not … not like this! In her dreams, it was just uncle Dave and her. He would be gentle and polite, and it would be romantic, so romantic.
This … yes, this was exciting, this was hot. But it was not romantic. What she wished for, but not how she wished it.

The pause gave her some time to collect her thoughts. She gave Dave a beer, poured the girls new coke. Savannah and the twins were discussing whether uncle Dave looked better or worse than an Insta picture they had seen last week. She felt unable to participate, didn't want to compare Dave's penis to the dick of some internet rando.
He was not just a good looking guy. He was uncle Dave, her uncle Dave. He was hers!

Rhonda pulled her aside. Whispered: “You don't look happy, Cin. What's wrong?”
“I dunno. It's weird. I've been dreaming about seeing uncle Dave naked, but that would be just him and me. Not like this. Not with you and Ally trying to ...”
“Ally was just trying to copy me, she has no clue what she's doing … oh sorry, that's not your point.”
Rhonda paused, thought.
“Know what, Cin? If you hate it that much, I won't do it. I'll just do some touching but not try to make him cum. The others will mock me but I can handle that. I don't want to make you feel bad.”

“Thanks, Rhon! You're a real bestie!” Cindy hugged her.
Then, thoughtful, “but you know what, my fantasy is just a stupid fantasy anyway. It will never happen. If I ever get to see uncle Dave cum, it will be tonight. No second chance. And I don't think I can do it. So go ahead. Make him cum, make me, make us all see what that looks like. Just continue that hand job after the break.”
“Actually, I have better plans. Have you seen him look at my boobs? He loves them! So I'll do something I've seen in a porn movie once: I'll rub his dick between my tits!”
“Holy … wow, that sounds so hot! If I had bigger boobs, I'd do that too!”
“Yeah, and if that doesn't work, I have my final secret weapon. I'll just suck his dick until he cums. No man can resist that!”
“Jesus, Rhon! Would you actually take him in your mouth!”
“Not a big deal, I've done it before.”

Rhonda chuckled at Dave's angry explosion after the titfuck. She knew the anger was faked, saw how he was struggling to conceal and overcome his arousal. Too bad he had been so fast to guess her, she knew that just a few seconds more would have been enough. It was kinda fun to see him struggle so hard to not cum.
Ha! That only makes the challenge more interesting!
Too bad she could not take the next turn immediately, but the other girls would never allow that.
She was relieved to see Grace go next, that kid would just do some innocent fondling, perhaps even hurt him. That would never push him over the edge. And then she would try to go be next, suck him to orgasm before he could say her name and force her to stop. This game would be over soon!

Grace had overheard the end of the conversation of Cindy and Rhonda. She knew what Rhonda was planning. She knew that on her next turn, Rhonda would do this suck thing.
If Grace wanted to make uncle Dave cum before Rhonda did, she had to make sure to get a turn before that would happen. So she quickly stepped in line before uncle Dave had even finished protesting the rules, making sure nobody cut in front of her.

Would she be able to make uncle Dave cum by rubbing?
She had seen how Rhonda did it, but also heard how Rhonda laughed off Ally's imitation. Would Grace's rubbing be good enough? She knew that she had only this chance before Rhonda would do the secret weapon. Rhonda had said that no man can resist it. But what exactly was it?
She tried to recall the words. Rhonda had mentioned sucking. And Cindy had talked about taking him in her mouth. Slowly it dawned on Grace.
So the secret weapon was … Rhonda would put uncle Dave's peepee, where his piss comes out, in her mouth?
Eewww!
And then … suck?

“Man up, Grace!” she told herself. “I am not a scared little girl. I am a big girl. If she can do it then so can I. Just do it. Do it, so I make uncle Dave cum and then they will finally stop treating me as a little kid!”
Grace braced herself. She took uncle Dave's peepee in her hand. She pulled back the skin as she had seen Rhonda do. Leaned in. Exhaled, inhaled, tried to gather the courage.
“Like a band-aid”, she thought, “do it fast and it's over before you know it.”
And with that, she opened her mouth wide and in one swift motion moved her head forward. Until she felt something in her throat and her gag reflex made her pull back a bit.

Grace had once tasted her own pee, when she was four. It tasted terrible and she never did it again. She had expected that taste on uncle Dave's peepee. She was surprised that she was wrong. It tasted … well, not like anything she had tasted before. Not bad, not good … weird.

Then she recalled what Rhonda had said: “suck until he cums”.
She closed her mouth, sucked in as hard as she could. Felt her cheeks be sucked in until she felt the inside skin touch uncle Dave's peepee. She tried to suck even harder, focused completely.
She heard some shouting but ignored it. All her focus was on sucking. And then, all of a sudden, she felt uncle Dave's peepee get thicker, felt a warmth shoot through her mouth, immediately followed by something hot and sticky hitting the back of her mouth, shooting in her throat canal.

She gagged, pulled back. Saw white liquid shoot out of uncle Dave's peepee, felt it hit her nose, eyes, hair. White stuff.
This was it! She had made uncle Dave cum!
But she saw white stuff fall back on uncle Dave, on the couch. Dad's good couch. Oh no, it would stain, and she'd be in so much trouble! She did the only thing she could think of to prevent it. She took uncle Dave's peepee back in her mouth, tried to swallow down the white stuff.
There was much, too much. She felt that she could not swallow all of it. Felt some dribble out of her mouth. But she tried to catch as much as she could, tried to save dad's couch.

Finally uncle Dave stopped shooting more white stuff. Grace swallowed down what she still had in her mouth. Finally had time to actually taste it … yet another new taste. Weird and interesting, not really good but still sort of funny.
She only then realized that the room was completely silent. She looked up. All girls were staring, surprised … no, shocked. And uncle Dave … was he sleeping?
Just then his eyes fluttered. Opened.
“Oh, sorry! Sorry, Grace. Shit, shit, shit! I'm so sorry. I couldn't...”
Grace didn't understand why he was sorry. Had he done something wrong? Rhonda had said that every man would cum from sucking. She had sucked, he had cum. Just as he should, so why did he feel bad?
“Don't be sorry, uncle Dave!” she said, trying to console her uncle. “It was fun!”

And then she turned to the girls. Looked at Rhonda. Smiled, stuck out her tongue and triumphantly pronounced: “I won!”

• * *
  

I sat myself back down on the couch. Vaguely aware of a large spot of sperm on the fabric that I'd have to somehow clean up before Mel and Bill's return.
“Okay, kid. Talk.”
I made sure to sound less threatening as before, but still stern enough that she'd take this serious.

“Okay, I think I started it. It's … I have seen boys cum, but never an adult man. I was curious. That's why I tried to make you cum.”
“Yeah, I noticed you did. But, Grace?”
“That's the stupid part. I … I didn't want … Oh, I'm sorry, I never meant it as a challenge. Not to them. Only for me.”
“What? Settle down!”
She took a deep breath. “Okay. So when you were in the bathroom and we planned the game, I made a bet that I would make you cum. But just as a challenge for me. It was just for fun, you know. Well, and maybe I wanted to brag a bit.”

“Okay,” I turned to Grace. “But then you thought it was a challenge?”
“Well, not exactly. It's more … they always treat me as a little kid and Rhonda made it sound so grown up. I thought, if I can do what Rhonda says, then they will see that I am grown up too!”

I melted. “Oh dear Grace, you are grown up! Just in your own way. You are not thirteen like Rhonda, you are eight. You are a very grown up eight year old. Don't try to be a grown up thirteen year old, you still have five years to practice for that!”
She started sobbing. I saw a tear flow down her cheek, mix with some leftover traces of sperm.
“Am I in trouble, uncle Dave?”
“No dear, you are not. I wanted to know what happened. To understand why it happened, and I am proud and happy that you and Rhonda are giving such honest replies. But, dear Grace, there is one thing I don't understand. How did you even know how to suck cock?”
“I didn't. But Rhonda and Cindy had talked about putting it in her mouth, and sucking. So I just put it in and sucked.”
I noticed Rhonda's look change.
“What, this was your first time? And you swallowed? Grace, that is … awesome! I was eleven for my first blow job and I spat it all right back out. Big mess I made. It took me a long time to learn to swallow. You are GOOD!”

This was just too weird. A13-year old girl, admitting she gave blow jobs at 11, to a girl who had just given one at only 8 ... and then complimenting her for it.
I should say something. Explain that they are all way too young to have sex, that it's better to wait until 15 or 16 or so. But then I saw how Grace's face lit up. Beaming from ear to ear, overjoyed with the compliments. I couldn't tear that down. Not now.

She wiped her eyes, smearing a mixture of sperm and tears across her face. I noticed how I had plastered her, saw traces in her hair, on her neck, on her chest.
“I think you should take a shower and wash that stuff off,” I suggested. “and I'll go after you, clean my dick and stomach. If Bill and Mel see us like this, I'll be in so much trouble!”
“You? Why you?” Cindy asked, “It was all our idea!”
“That's how the rules work,” Savannah eagerly explained, “they're afraid that bad people would use grownup tricks to make children believe they want to have sex. So they made this rule that it doesn't matter who starts it. Even if a child starts it all by herself, the grownup must say no, or else it's his fault and he can go to jail.”
The room fell silent for a while, then Grace exclaimed: “I will never tell anyone! I don't want uncle Dave punished because I did something bad!”

I smiled, as I saw all girls nod in agreement.
“Thanks, dear. But to be clear, I don't think you, or any of you, did something bad. I think it was an accident. A silly game that got out of hand. Nobody planned this. Yes, you are too young for this … but it happened, we can't change that, and I don't want you to feel bad about it.”
I was happy to see the very thoughtful and concerned look on her face disappear to make way for her normal happy smile. She is so beautiful when she smiles! No amount of sperm on her face could ever change that.

I looked at the clock. Eleven thirty. Mel and Bill said they'd be home after midnight, but not how long after. Could be immediately after. Time to put things in motion.
“But now you really need to shower. Make sure to wash your whole body, I see sperm everywhere. Wash your hairs too!”
“Wash hairs?” Grace asked, “Oh, then I need help. Mum says I don't rinse good enough, she always helps. Cin, can you help today?”
“Well,” Cindy responded, “I know something better. Uncle Dave needs to shower too, so why don't you use the big shower in mom's and dad's bathroom and go together. Then uncle Dave can help you and clean himself at the same time, instead of having to wait.”

Was this wise? I didn't really see any objectives. Despite what we just did, Grace was still innocent and unaware. I myself had started seeing Grace in a new way, but after two orgasms I guessed that it would be safe.
And Cindy was right, it would save time. I needed to shower quick, then clean the mess down here, do something about the smell …

“Okay, good idea! Oh, and girls? Can you all please get ready for bed while Grace and I are in the shower? I know you won't sleep for many more hours, and Cindy's mom and dad know that too, but they still expect us all to play along, get you all in bed, and pretend that the first syllable of 'sleepover' actually has a real meaning.”
I heard some giggles as Grace and I left the room. Amazing how even uncles can get good at dad jokes!

Grace grabbed me by the hand and led the way to her parents' bathroom. I bent over to take off my socks, the only peace of clothing I was still wearing. Grace dropped her knickers to the floor just as I got back up, and I couldn't help to stop and take in her beauty.
Her face, cute and angelic. Her innocent, contagious smile. Her blond curly hairs, contrasting with her deep tan. The depth of her eyes. Her smooth, soft skin, the shapes and movements of muscles under flesh. The tan lines showing the outline of her bikinis. The red areolas, contrasting with white skin, almost but not perfectly round. Her tiny nipples, and my memory of how they had grown, ever so slightly, under my touch. Her flat stomach, her shapely legs. And her vulva. Smooth, too young yet for hair, highlighting the innocence of her small but very pronounced slit.

And the perverted contrast of seeing that image of angelic innocence and pure underage beauty, with smears of my cum on her face, on her chest, in her hairs. The knowledge that just minutes before, I had been squirting what felt like gallons of cum in that sweet mouth, a reward for her first ever blow job.

“Why are you staring?”
“Sorry, Grace. I had to take a moment to enjoy how beautiful and how sexy you are!”
“You really think so? How can I be beautiful? I don't even have tits yet! And I'm way too young for sexy and all.”
I dipped a finger in her hair, showed how it glistened with my cum.
“Nobody with that in their hair can ever say they're too young for 'sexy and all'.”
She giggled, grabbed my hand again and stepped into the shower.
Cindy had been right. This shower was huge, easily big enough for the two of us. Apparently Bill and Mel love to shower together, I thought. Oh well. Good for them.

Cindy handed me the shampoo bottle. I squirted some in my hands and she turned her back to me. I distributed the shampoo in her hair, massaged it thoroughly, then rinsed. I enjoyed the feeling of her soft hairs in my hand. I took another squirt, massaged it.
“Okay, we'll let this soak for a minute and then I'll rinse again. Turn around please, so I can clean your face.”

Most of my cum had already washed away. I looked intently and found some leftovers on her eyelids, under her nose, under her chin.
Using my fingers I gently wiped her face clean, continued to her neck, then down her chest. There was nothing left there but I heard Grace purr softly with pleasure under my gentle touches and attention so I decided to clean her chest area too. I once more marveled at the strange, soft-yet-rough touch of her areolas. I continued to her stomach, rubbing the soft skin ever so gently. I gently dipped a soapy finger in her navel, moved in and out two times to remove all the fictional sperm from it.

“Arms up!” I commanded, “there might be something there.”
There was. No sperm, but a good tickle target. She giggled and squealed, until I relented.
“Okay, turn around again,” I commanded, then rinsed the last shampoo out of her hair.
I then cleaned her neck, her shoulders, her back. I enjoyed the touch of the soft layer of muscle and skin over her ribs and backbone. I gradually worked my way down, stopping just above her buttocks.
None of this had been sexual. It was pure, innocent love and attention, a natural extension of the hugs and kisses we always exchanged. It felt natural to wash her, nice to see her relax as I rubbed and massaged her tummy and back.

“All done, you're clean now!”
“What about my legs, and my butt?” she protested, “can you please check there too?”
So I knelt down, started rubbing her left foot, then her right. Then, one hand per leg, worked my way up via the ankles, the calves, to the knees. I enclosing her upper legs just above the knees, thumbs inside, fingers outside, and gently rubbed up. I stopped just before her hips. I knew my thumbs were dangerously close to her slit but I stopped just in time.
Did I imagine it or did my thumbs feel a small increase in temperature? I was definitely sure that her earlier relaxed breathing was speeding up. I never knew that girls so young already could be so sexually responsive.
“Turn around again, please?” I asked.
I once more enclosed her legs, at her ankles. I rubbed and moved up, past her calves, the inside of her knees, to the back of her thighs. Without really being aware, I was actually massaging her muscle now, all pretense of cleaning forgotten.
I had been following my hands with my eyes, so it wasn't until I was almost at the top before I actually became aware how close to Grace's butt my face was. Her butt was so immensely cute. Two firm, heart-shaped buttocks.
I stared, awestruck by the sheer beauty of her butt. My hands kept going all by themselves, further than I had intended. Suddenly I felt my hands touch her buttocks, felt my thumbs touch her cunny. It felt warm, warmer than the shower water, warmer than the rest of her body. I heard her moan.

I stopped, scared.
“Don't stop!” she said softly. “You forgot my buttocks. And my poo hole. Mama says I always should clean my holes in the shower. Wiping is good, washing is better.”
I caved. Who can resist such a request?
I placed my hands on her buttocks, felt their firmness. I started rubbing and massaging, saw Grace's whole body shudder. I then gently pushed her buttocks apart a bit, used my index finger to wipe her crack – not that it was needed, I had a perfect view of her crack and it was very clean. But hey, she asked, right?
I wiped one more time, then gently inserted the tip of my index finger in her anus, pushed in a half inch or so, then back out, and repeated that twice more.
“All clean!”

Grace just turned around, I now had her sexy immature slit right in front of my face. She didn't say a word, it was clear what she wanted.
I placed three fingers of my right hand on her mons, started caressing. The skin was so incredibly soft! I've had girlfriends who shaved, but their skin was not nearly as soft as this. I noticed how I started to drool, quickly swallowed it back,
Gradually, slowly, my movements went down, until I reached Grace's slit. Using just my index finger, I traced around the slit, then stroked gently along its length. Grace's breathing was so fast now, interrupted by moaning and groaning. I felt heat emanating from her pussy.
I applied some pressure. Felt how her lips parted, allowing my finger in between. I traced backward and forward again, Grace shifted her weight, moved her feet to spread her legs. The invitation was clear.
With thumb and middle finger of my left hand, I parted the young girls' labia, admired her hidden treasure. I stroked my right index finger along the inner side of her labia, slowly, until I arrived at her clitoris. I kept my finger there, moved it in small circles. I upped the pace to match Grace's ever faster breathing and moaning.
“Oh, yes, yes. Oh yeah!” she whispered.

I removed my right index finger from her clit, replacing it with my left index finger. I continued to rub her clit, but now my right finger was free to move down a bit, on top of the small opening, that glorious pathway to her immature womb. I held it there, gauging her response.
As I noticed no objection, no conscious or unconscious movement away, I applied pressure, gently, ever so gently. I didn't need much. Despite her young age, Grace was wet, very wet, very slippery. With just a tiny bit of pressure, I felt her inner lips part, felt my finger move in. Grace moaned, louder.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no, don't stop, please!”

I pushed further, gently, gently, savoring the feeling of the hotness, the slippery skin, the firm pressure on my finger. I went further until I felt the resistance of her hymen. That was my limit, I would not go beyond that.
I withdrew my finger, put it back in. Again. And again. Grace's breathing got faster, heavier. The moaning became grunting.
And then “Oohhhh, yeah!!” her whole body tensed, she shuddered, and then her whole body collapsed. I was prepared so I could catch her, support her body, until she had regained the strength to support herself.

We didn't speak. We just stood there, together, Grace leaning into me, me holding her body in a loving embrace. Warm water flowed over our bodies. I heard how Grace slowly calmed down, regained her breath.

“Your turn!”
Before I knew what happened, she stepped in front of me, grabbed some hand soap and started gently washing my chest.
“Oh I can do that myself,” I protested, but she kept going. “It's much nicer if someone else does it,”

From my chest down to my stomach, Then the sides of my pelvic area. She then skipped to my legs, carefully washing them completely clean. Her hands accidentally brushed my sack a few times as she was working on my inner thighs, but I felt no response. We were back to purely relaxing, not sexual at all. She then went down to the knees, to my calves.
“Turn around!”
I obliged. I felt her soft, small hands on my shoulders, down my back. I felt her touch the globes of my buttocks, rubbing them. She continued down my legs, all the way to my feet, then back up again. She once more rubbed my ass cheeks.
“Bend over please?”
I was so relaxed from her touches that I didn't even question her, I just obliged. I felt her spread my ass cheeks, felt her fingers go up and down my crack. Then her finger entered me. I felt the pressure against my sphincter, felt it give way, and in slid her finger. She moved it in and out. I had never been into anal play with my girlfriends. What I now felt … oh dear lord, I have missed out on so much fun!

“Get up and turn around again, please? One more area to clean.”
I think it was the only area that actually needed cleaning. The running water had already washed away most fluids but there was definitely some leftover sperm and precum in my pubic hairs, and on my dickhead.
I watched in amazement as Grace applied a dollop of shampoo on my pubic hairs and massaged it until it was all bubbly. She then proved to be a much better rinser than she had said, continuing to rinse even when all shampoo and dirt was long gone. Finally, she turned her attention to my sack. She felt it, explored it. As if she had a new, unknown toy – well, to be honest, it was definitely new and unknown for her! She felt the contents of my sack. Cupped and weighed my balls. I grinned as I recalled how similar her explorations now were to the way I had explored all the girls' tits earlier. Then I grimaced.
“Gentle, Grace!” I warned, “those are very sensitive.”

She shifted her attention to my shaft. My cock had been soft most of the time, but had started growing when Grace had cleaned my anus. And it had sprung to full attention during her exploration of my sack and balls.
“You have an erep … erection again,” Grace smiled, “that means it feels good, right?”

She held my shaft in her hands, squeezed a bit to feel its hardness and resistance.
“You know I never got to actually feel your peepee during the game, it went all too fast. I'm glad I can do that now.”
She moved her hands up and down my shaft while applying gentle pressure. It felt good, so good. Than she pulled back the foreskin and studied my dickhead.
“This is sensitive too, right?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I see still some of the white stuff here. I'll try not to hurt you.”
I felt her fingers gently touch my dickhead. Wash it clean. Trace the neck of my glans with a finger to remove the last remaining sperm.

Then she leaned in, playfully planted a wet and slobbery kiss on the top of my dickhead.
“All clean, uncle Dave!”
I studied her face. Pure innocence. To her, this had not been sexual. It had been about feeling good, making each other feel good. Casual. Her orgasm had been real, but her cleaning me had just been cleaning and massaging. That happened to include my dick.

Grace shut down the shower. I threw her a towel, grabbed another one for myself. As I started to dry off, I noticed the time on the wall clock. It was a quarter after midnight. We had spent a whole 45 minutes together.
Oh dear! How to explain this to the other girls?
And then the next thought. After midnight … What if Bill and Mel are home already?
How to explain this to them, eh?

Oh, fuck!

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