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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. I talked silently to myself, Surely she doesnt shave her pussy? Well, maybe she does have a guy, one that likes shaved pussies. When I though a little more, I realized that this girls trim figure and short, lean profile reminded me of one of those petite gymnasts that run and tumble at the summer Olympics. Do you want me to touch you there with my mouth and tongue? She pulled the shirt from my pants and off my shoulders. She was again astride my legs, but this time she was facing me. Again, our lips touched and our mouths feverishly fought with impassioned fervor. Her voice became a husky whisper, Oh, Uncle Jake, that feels good. I knew that I needed to keep my demanding cock out of my still-maturing nieces pussy. My eyes moved lower to view the feminine glory they sought. Nothing is so irresistible to a man than tender, young feminine flesh. Her freshly-showered pussy-mound had the faint smell of girlie-girl soap mixed with musky-sex. Her lips still had the lingering sweet-sour taste of dill pickles. This time our lubricated lips met with sweet, wet, shattering passion. I was tongue-fucking her mouth and she was tongue-fucking mine. She unbuttoned it, and then the next and the next button. The sweet, adolescent bud stiffened inside my mouth. Meggie moaned and arched her back thrusting her magnetic mammary mounds tightly against my mouth. At 40, I was too old to be deflowering adolescent virgins. I found the bellybutton and made a tickling, teasing exploration. Meggie moaned softly, and then moaned again louder. Her voice spoke in a husky whisper, Oh God, Uncle Jake that feels nice. She tossed the brush aside in a gesture of surrender. From this frontal view, I could tell that my initial assessment of her pubic-mound was correct. Id say they each would probably fit perfectly inside a coffee cup. It was then that I knew for sure that the girls mother was right. I had my sisters innocent, virginal daughter strip-stark-naked sitting in my lap. 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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Her legs were spread, leaving the virginal pussy-mound completely exposed. I found the answer as to whether or not her hair color on her head matched the color of her bush. Dime-size pink nipples and quarter-size pale areolas completed the picture. Before I had pushed open the bathroom door, my cock had been lying peacefully dormant inside my jeans. She spoke to put my mind at ease, Oh, dont worry about it Uncle Jake. I should have locked the door when Mom and Dad left to go to the movies. I followed her out into the hallway and watched as she headed for the kitchen. I pulled my finger out of the pussy-hole and moved my hands away from her pussy and tits.