Little Temptresses/Chapter One

Little Temptresses

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Chapter One

Sandy, my little blonde haired, blue eyed devil of a seven year old niece was to spend the weekend with me along with her partner in crime; her best mate Mara. I said my niece was a devil for good reason; she went out of her way to make me devilishly hard. The little tart discovered over a year ago that when she showed me the gusset of her little Peppa Pig and Rainbow Dash knickers, it put a bulge in my trousers. Let me say, she knew exactly what she was doing and was quite good at it. But I doubt if she would have been so relentless about if I hadn’t encouraged it.

“Oh, my, I wonder what’s hiding under those lovely knickers,” I said to no one in particular.

“Hah! You know it’s my noonie and you’re not supposed to look.”

“Why not? I’ll bet it’s even prettier than your knickers.”

She got smug, tipped her nose up and snapped her legs together. But, I could tell from the smirk on her face that it was a deliberate tease. Then, she slowly spread her legs again while she bit her lip and closely watched my face for a response. When my eyes lit up she pulled the gusset aside and gave me a quick peak before she clamped her legs shut again.

“That wasn’t very nice. I barely got a look at it.”

“You’re not supposed to look,” she told me in an arrogant tone.

“Oh, but I want to, please, please, please. It looked so nice and sexy.”

We played that game every time she came over for the next several weeks and she became more daring each time. It was not long before she pointed out the bulge in my trousers that appeared after our exchanges.

“Hah!” She squeaked, “You have a big stick in your trousers.”

“It’s your uncle’s happy stick.”

“Hee, hee, hee, I know what it really is.”

“So, tell me missy moo, what do you think it is?”

“It’s your thing,” she pointed out with self satisfaction and a smirk on her face.

“My thing? How would you know that?”

“Because I’ve seen it before... oops,” she slapped her hand over her mouth before she could reveal how she had seen it.

She was obsessed with catching me naked. I didn’t know it at first, but after I caught her watching me, it was instant boner time. I would pop one so fast it was like there was a loaded steel spring in my dick. If I couldn’t see her, the little giggles gave her away so I gave her a show. After awhile, it was something I looked forward to and tried to come up with creative ways to expose myself without letting on that it was deliberate. However, I also tried to catch her naked, which was not hard, but it left me that way.

When she stayed with me, I gave her the guest bed and she always left the door open just like I did and we did the same for the bath. Many times I lurked in the shadows while she dressed and loved to catch her naked trek to the bath. It didn’t take her long to discover that I was watching her, so she walked much slower now with extra wiggle in her bum. Then, she would take her time bending over the bath while she got the temperature just right and let it fill. All the while, she couldn’t help but glance over and try to catch me watching.

After she climbed in the bath, I would usually go to my room to read or to the lounge and watch the telly. At first, she would climb into bed with me and have me read to her or in the lounge, she would lay on the floor in front of me to watch whatever programme was on. It was much nicer in the summer because she always wore a short, thin little nightdress and sometimes I got a glimpse of the seat of her knickers. However, as time wore on, she was courageous enough to leave her knickers off after a bath. The first time I caught a glimpse of her bare little split, old willy tore a hole in my shorts.

She had her legs spread slightly and the hem of the night dress barely covered her cheeks, which left most of her bum crack exposed, all of the way down to her poochy little split. So, I called her out on it, “It looks like someone forgot her knickers.”

Then she quickly reached down and tucked the back of her night dress between her legs before she shot me a smile that told me, “I like this game.” It was pretty obvious to me from the way she wiggled and tried to secretively pull her dress back up so she could expose herself. The little tart wanted me to see her and eventually lost all pretense and showed me her fat, wide open split. It was mouth watering to say the least.

“You’re too far away and I can’t see very well,” I informed her as I crawled behind her.

She pretended to ignore my hand as I smoothed it over tender little bum cheeks, and then gently squeezed of them. Then, I let my feathery fingertips glide between her thighs and caressed the inside of each one. So, she opened them even wider for me. They were far apart enough to expose glistening pink and I leaned down for much, much closer look. The heavenly scent of her succulent little split drifted into my nostrils and was so appetizing I pulled her open a little further and was not only treated to more pink, but also her spicy brown wrinkle.

She jumped and squeaked when I tickled the little pucker, and then squirmed her bum around, but when I lost contact she demanded, “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t and know you’ll like this even more,” and she did like it, a lot more, as I circled the tiny pearl of a clit with my fingertip.

I had never seen her more content, as she closed her eyes and rested her cheek on the back of her hands. Every once in a while a little drawn out sigh or a soft moan would drift from her lips. She was completely still except for the little ripples that passed through her thigh muscles or the clench of her fat little cheeks. Oh, but, there was something else that clenched. I could barely make out the minuscule pink keyhole slot of her pussy mouth and it winked at me along with her bum hole.

“Unky, what are you doing down there? It feels like I ’afta pee,” she panted in obvious distress.

“I don’t believe you will. All you need to do is relax and enjoy the best feeling you’ve ever had before.”

She heeded my advice and seemed a bit more at ease. Then a tiny wail built in her chest before her body jumped and her tiny snatch pulsed and snapped at my finger. Then she melted into a limp mass of tingling flesh. It was too much for me to bear so I reached into my shorts and squeezed myself while I filled them with batch after slimy batch of goo.

I hadn’t shot off like that in years and not only did it drain my balls, but all of my strength. So, I laid down beside her and drifted off to sleep. Some time later I woke to a tickling sensation on my cock and opened my eyes, only to find her poking a finger into the soaked fabric which covered my half hard member.

When she saw my eyes open, she pointed out, “You wet your pants.”

“I didn’t mean to, sweet cheeks. It just sort of happened when I watched you get your feeling.”

“What was that? My inners got all squidgy and it ‘sploded in my tummy.”

“That was your good feeling. Pretty nice, wasn’t it?”

“Can I have some more?” Please note that she didn’t ask for another.

“Of course you can. Let me pull on some dry shorts and I’ll give you as many as you want.”

She tread my heals to my bedroom and looked on in interest while I dropped my wet shorts and put on a new pair. My half hard went full throbber and she sucked in her breath as it sprang to life before her eyes. Her little hand reached out and tried to grasp it several times without purchase and never quite reached her goal. It was obvious that she wanted to get her hands on it.

“You want to hold it, don’t you?” I asked the obvious question. She gave me a toothy smile and nodded, so I lay back in the bed and told her, “It’s all yours.”

Her little hand shot out, captured my dick and held it so it wouldn’t get away. I peeled her fingers off and admonished, “Not so hard, sugar cakes.”

“What was that slippy stuff in your pants? It wasn’t wee.”

“That was your Unky’s happy juice. You made his stick so happy the juice came out.”

“How did I do that?”

“When you got your feeling the happy juice couldn’t stay inside any longer.”

“Will it come out again when you give me some more feelings like you promised?”

“It just might. Are you ready for another one?” She nodded her head and rolled over on her tummy like before, but I had something else in mind and told her, “I have an even better idea that I think you’ll like,” and then I tugged her little night dress off, rolled her onto her back at the edge of the bed and knelt between her uplifted knees.

She gave me a curious look that begged ‘what are you doing?’ So, I licked her from dainty little arse hole to fat clitty bump.

It was love at first lick for both of us, so she grabbed my ears and ground herself into my mouth. I didn’t know what to expect because I had never had my mouth on such a young cunny before, I just knew this was where I wanted to be. The slightly bitter, salty flavour and earthy scent with just the barest hint of stale wee inflamed my senses. So, I pulled her open and speared my tongue into her dainty opening before I whisked circles around her nerve filled nubbin. The tiny thing was nothing more than a pearl coloured bead at the top of her slit, but it was, oh, so sensitive and she really enjoyed what I did to it. Her eyes rolled into her head as one orgasm after another battered her and I kept them coming until my jaw and tongue were so tired I had to stop.

But, then she begged me with her little puppy dog eyes for ‘just one more’, so I whispered, “Just one more for you and then it’s my turn.”

She nodded her head in acquiescence as I unleashed my tongue for one more round. This time I drilled a finger into her pussy as she climbed the stairway to heaven.

End Chapter One

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