Squeeze/Chapter Two
Squeeze
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Chapter Two
Nancy’s dad, Jonathon, came over to pick her up and we sank a few beers while we watched the tail end of a football match. So, while we lounged on the sofa, the little girl bagged my lap and transformed herself into Miss Fidgety Arse. She couldn’t stay still for two seconds in a row and her wiggling arse crack happened to be planted squarely on my dick. Oh, yes, I believe she knew what she was doing to me. The little man couldn’t help but notice the stimulation and responded in kind. The harder he got, the more she wiggled, and then she reached under her bum to give him a squeeze. Thankfully, Jon didn’t notice but I pulled her hand away just in case.
My sister Jazz rang me just as Jon was headed out the door. She seemed quite distressed and demanded to speak to her husband immediately. After he picked up, he nodded a few times and said, “Sure... sure… right... here, Will, Jazz needs to speak to you.”
It seemed our mum’s friend, Gladys, whom she stayed with, took a hard spill, busted her hip and was now in hospital. She asked my sister to come stay with her and take her to the hospital tomorrow. Jon had to call an early night, so he could let my sister take the car and he could make an early rail tomorrow. That meant my niece was down for a sleep over with me… which thrilled her to no end.
I didn’t want to appear too enthusiastic about the sudden development but looked forward to her stay. The little wiggle she did in my lap got me worked up and I wondered if she might want to do it some more without all the clothes in the way. I must say, I didn’t have to coerce her even the tiniest bit. As soon as her father had reversed out of the drive, she flung her dress off before she flew into the front of my trousers and tried to rip them from my body. I’m afraid I didn’t attempt to deter her in the least and as inept as her struggle with my clothing was, I enjoyed every second of it. After all, she had to free her claim, Mister Willy, from his harsh confines. He was terribly grateful and did a little freedom dance suited for the occasion.
When you’re young, all you’re concerned about when you wank is how fast you can come off. Or in my case, up until my sister and I watched dad and mum doing the big nasty, it was just something that felt good when you had a boner. Some of my friends could squirt a little juice out and it was something I looked forward to, but didn’t understand the milestone you reached when you finally squirted. It was like the ground shook under my feet and I rocketed into space when those first few, thin dribbles of semen left my cock. There wasn’t much at first but the feeling was incredible. My sister wasn’t aware that I had done it until she felt the hot liquid fall on her leg.
I had followed her to her room after the show with dad and mum was over and while she laid on her back with her night dress up, doing a two handed frig on her snatch, I stood next to her and allowed my hand to fly over my cock. It was a decent size, sort of thin and about four and a half inches long, but it fit my hand well and I knew how to treat him right so he would make me feel good. Somewhere in the back of mind I knew my sister’s frigging was more than just to scratch an itch. After I got to watch her going for the gold, and then reach her peak, my perspective changed. The funny little noises, moans and sighs clued me in to the fact that it felt more than just good. The realization drove me over the edge and I offered my first contribution of sperm to the world; which changed my life. It also changed the relationship with my sister.
“I want to see your willy make cream again,” little Nancy demanded, “And you have to do the lick,” as she pulled her lips apart and pointed at her clit, “Right here.”
“If you want to see my willy make cream, you will have to help,” I explained to her.
“Will you show me how?” She pleaded.
It was then that an idea formed in my head. Something my sister, and myself were very fond of doing; the timeless horsey ride.
“Would you like to rub your bum on me like you did when your dad was here? This time we can do it all naked, which is much nicer. That way you can feel good and watch my willy make cream.”
She instantly liked the idea, her eyes got very wide, and she seemed to levitate for a second before she flew into me and knocked me into the sofa. There wasn’t much for me to show her, so she planted her little pussy crack on my cock and let it sink into her split. Then, she grasped my hips to steady herself and flew into motion. It had been awhile since I had one of those rides and it was much better than I recalled. I also noted that her little groove was a little dry, but her movement skimmed up plenty of slippery juice from my cock in the process.
“It’s not cream any more,” she exclaimed as she scooped up a gob of the sticky goo from my little eye.
“The cream hasn’t squirted yet. That’s the juice that makes things slippy so our naughty bits feel good when we rub them together.”
The little wheels in her head spun into action while she digested the new bit of information and with a creased brow, asked, “How does it get on my bits?”
I told her, “Lift up a little and I’ll show you,” so I stripped out a big glob, rubbed my cock head through her little trench, and then focused on her clit so I could give her a thrill.
“Oh, wow!” she squealed, “Keep doing it.” That’s what I did and really rubbed it into her nubbin, while she squealed, “Don’t stop... don’t stop!”
She jerked and wiggled, and then dropped her bum down, which jammed my mushroom against her tiny opening. Suddenly, she stopped moving when she felt the intruder squeeze into the mouth of her passage which was helped by the extra lubrication.
Then she inquired, “What happened?”
“When you let your weight down, the head went inside your fanny hole a little.”
“My fanny hole? Is that what it is?” She asked while she wiggled her bum and let more of her weight down, “Will it go in some more?”
“I don’t believe we should try, love, because it might hurt you. You’re just too little for it to go in.”
“I am not little! I’m almost eight and mum says I’m a big girl now.”
“I know you’re a big girl, but some parts of you need to grow some more, like your fanny.”
She was determined, though, and pressed down even harder until it became obvious to her that it wasn’t going to fit. I remember clearly when I was confronted with my sister’s hymen when she was much older. Some hymens just don’t give up easily.
“I won’t let you hurt yourself but I will let you feel something that only much older girls get to experience.”
Little tears had formed in her eyes from her disappointment and frustration until my words sank in and with excitement in her voice, she asked, “Only older girls get to feel it?”
“Yes, only ‘much’ older girls. When I make the cream it will go inside your hole just like it does to make a baby.”
“It’ll make a baby?”
“Not yet, but you’ll see what it feels like. Do you want me to do it?”
She bit her lip and quickly nodded her head, so I sealed my cock head to her little pussy hole and took up a brisk stroke. It wouldn’t be long before she felt my baby makers go inside her, just like an older girl would.
I had been here before, at least in this same situation; sort of déjà vu. She was just like my sister who wouldn’t relent until she got her way. Her determination knew no bounds or costs. I clearly remember the first time Jazz decided that it was time for me to stick my cock inside her. Yes, I wanted to do it but wasn’t up to the blood and gore when you bust that cherry thing. I also wasn’t aware that some little cherries were much more resilient than others. She caught me off guard one time while we wrestled naked on her bed. Her little slit straddled me like we were going for a horsey ride, but then she lifted, popped me in her socket and dropped her weight down. Her little cherry waged a fierce battle with my boner, but remained impenetrable. So, she literally pivoted herself on top of my cock in a balancing act. Let’s say it was not very pleasant on my part.
First the tears flowed, and then the sobs came when she did not reach her goal. So, I offered her a concession and told her, “I’ll squirt inside you so you can have a baby.”
Little did I know at the time that she had started her monthlies, which I knew nothing about, and it was entirely possible for me to put her up the duff. Of course, when father found out, he would cut my balls off before he hanged me. But, at our age and ignorance, we never considered the repercussions. My cock could only stay hard for so long before my balls decided it was time to empty the sperm out and I was more than ready.
My niece knew where babies came from and had a vague idea of how they were made, i.e.: the father gets on top of the mother and sticks his thing in her. What I didn’t realize at the time, because she seemed so innocent and naive, was that she had watched my sister and brother-in-law in action. Evidently, she only found it interesting and didn’t know what to make of it. She had also played “fathers and mothers” with her mates, but it was just a fun game where you took your clothes off. We were sort of playing the same game here and she would get to feel sperm inside her pussy for the very first time… just like the older girls.
I wanted her to share the good feelings and tingles before I squirted, so besides rubbing my cock around her little hole, I jostled her clit with it, which made her very happy. She hovered over me while I tugged on my cock with her clit buried in the piss slit. It turned out to be a nice thing for both of us. When she began to twitch her hips and really enjoy the stimulation, I jerked myself faster and worked her up even more. After her breath became ragged, her eyes got wide and all of the features faded from her face, I knew it was time now to give her pussy a drink.
No sooner had I popped my cock head into her juicy socket, her orgasm struck and her legs could no longer support her. Her weight dropped down on me and her snapping pussy told my balls it was time to unload, in one of the best orgasms I had in memory. My cannon fired until long after the ammunition was depleted, while I shot enough sperm inside her to keep her pregnant past her twentieth birthday.
After her strength left her completely, her boneless little body simply collapsed on top of me, while her tiny pussy dribbled sticky goo on my cock and balls. I made quite a deposit. At that point, I could have cared less if the sofa was in danger of getting soiled because I drifted off to sleep right behind her.
End Chapter Two
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