As a 40-year-old man I had no damn business looking at a 14-year-old girl with lust in my eyes! I am a confirmed bachelor, always had been and plan to stay that way. When I was a kid, a bachelor lived across the street. Mine is the nicer of the two pools in the neighborhood. Served at room temperature, this dessert would be topped-off with an orgasmic portion of steaming hot cock-cream mixed with a cupful of sizzling pussy-juices. Whatever it is the kids think about me, it doesnt keep them from coming over to swim in my pool. Two days ago, I had gone next door to return my sisters book of recipes. Now, two days ago I stopped at my sisters back door and knocked. I called out for Beth or her husband Tom, but heard no response. Her curly, blonde locks showed no signs of cooperation. Unbelievably, my young niece was making no attempt to cover herself. Before I found my own voice, I took a few seconds for my eyes to make a quick exploration. While the tits had not reached the full maturity of puberty, they were nonetheless nice. She answered adamantly, No, Uncle Jake, I wouldnt rather have a boy! In the brief few seconds that she was bent over, I gazed at the puffed pussy-lips and the slit splitting the magnificent pussy-mound. They had talked about how an active lifestyle can delay puberty. Some of them dont reach their pubic maturity until their late teens. She made one last futile attempt to brush the tangles from her hair. She found her voice, and spoke, Oh, Uncle Jake, its just you. She did not move her arms and hands to cover her pussy or tits. Although she didnt have hair on her pussy, she did have tits on her chest. Finally, my mind found some words, But, Meggie, wouldnt you rather have a young boy touching you, maybe someone from school, or maybe someone from the neighborhood?
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Beth had one of the best cookbook libraries around. A fine hot pussy and a couple of tits, mixed with a heaping helping of engorge six-inch cock, made an excellent recipe for dessert.
Id lived next door to my sister Beth and her husband for years. After feeding one of them a good meal, Id usually get a really nice reward.
They know I prefer a nude pussy-mound to a hairy, bush-covered one. I recalled a TV report I saw about pre-pubescent girls. I saw that this petite girl had finished drying her hair and had laid the hair dryer aside. The naked girl in my lap and the hard cock in my pants clouded my judgment.
Some of the ladies I know shave their mounds for me. I often watched their athletic routines on TV with a hard-on in my pants. More than once, Id taken out my cock and pumped it until streams of steaming, milky-white semen had coated the table in front of my couch.