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Dutch UncleI’m usually not given to voyeurism, but this time I couldn’thelp myself. Niccole, my eighteen-year-old niece, had lefther bedroom door open, and there I was, standing in thehallway outside watching her put on her nightie. The thinmaterial of the night gown had tangled in her hair and wasbunched up, covering her face. Concentrating on trying toseparate hair and gown and unaware of my presence, she wasoblivious to the scene she presented. And a delightful sceneit was. Even though I knew it was wrong to peep like that,even though it was the forbidden fruit of my own niece I waswatching, I was unable to tear my eyes away.I could hardly believe how Niccole had changed in the lastseveral years. The last time I had seen her, about fouryears before, she was just a thin, straggly girl with braceson her teeth and an almost flat bosom just beginning to showthe swells of womanhood. From what I could now see, it wasobvious that her womanhood had not been long delayed.Niccole’s body was now fully developed, and she wasdefinitely and completely a woman. Her breasts were largeand firm, standing out from her body with only little jigglesto betray that they were flesh and blood. Brown nubbins ofnipples topped them, each circled by its wide, crepe-crinkledareola. The breasts were supported by a thin waist, no morethan twenty-two inches at the most. From there her hipsflared out, forming the graceful lines of her thighs, eachwide at the juncture of her vee, then tapering to herperfectly formed knees and calves. Seeing Niccole like thatcaused an unbidden arousal to surge through me. Despite herbeing my niece, despite Niccole’s mother–my divorced oldersister–being asleep in her room at the end of the hall, Ifelt myself swell, my cock becoming rigid and gristle-like.One aspect of the scene puzzled me, though. Niccole, veryobviously a mature, grown woman, was wearing heavy whitecotton panties. Not high-cut or bikini, but full-cut pantiesthat covered her in thick material from waist to thigh. Instark contrast to the message sent by her fully developedbody, the panties imposed a virginal, little-girl aspect toher appearance. I thought girls got rid of heavy cottonpanties no later than the onset of menarche, that morefeminine underwear and womanhood came at the same time. Ihad to admit, though: her cotton panties worked a strangemagic on me. They made her concealed treasures even moreforbidden, more school-girl alluring, than any silken pantiescould have. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the scene, butcontinued to watch, pre-cum beginning to leak from my hardcock.Niccole’s nightie finally came loose and dropped around herbody. When it did, she looked up and saw me standing therewatching. Our eyes met and held for a moment, silently. Icame to my senses at that point and started apologizing,almost stammering in my desire to explain away my voyeurism.Niccole just smiled shyly and said, “I’m the one who’s sorry,Uncle Will. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been changingclothes with my door open.”As much to show she wasn’t angry as to continue the practiceshe had followed since I had been in her house, Niccole cameup to me and gave me a goodnight kiss. Usually it was just apeck on the cheek, but this evening she kissed me lightlyupon the lips instead. She must have just licked her lipsbecause the kiss was moist and warm. Her breasts, thenipples clearly showing through her thin nightie, brushedacross my chest during the kiss.The next morning, my sister Ann left for work before eitherNiccole or I awakened. I had been staying with her andNiccole for two weeks and would probably be there anothercouple of weeks. I had taken a new job in their town and Anninsisted on my staying with them while waiting for my work tostart and construction on the apartment I was going to rentto be completed. Even though I helped pay expenses and Iknew Ann was pleased to have a man around the house, I stilltried to take care of some of the housework and cooking. Formornings, that meant breakfast for me and Niccole–Ann onlyhad a quick cup of coffee before work.The smell of bacon and eggs must have lured Niccole out ofbed because she appeared in the kitchen just as I had itready to serve. “Your breakfast is served, princess,” I toldher, putting her plate on the breakfast bar. Clad moremodestly now in a robe, Niccole got up on a bar stool andstarted in on her scrambled eggs. I sat across from her andbegan to eat mine. We ate in silence until we finished, andthen I poured us each another cup of coffee.Sipping my coffee, I once more told Niccole I was sorry aboutwatching her the previous night. She smiled, reached out andpatted my hand, and said, “Oh, p*o, Uncle Will. You juststop that. I just stood there with my door open and put on ashow. It was my fault, and I hereby officially apologize.I’m used to just us girls being around the place and forgotabout having one of you men-folk types around. Now I don’twon’t to hear anymore from you about it. Especially you’resaying anything to my mother. Okay?”I continued to hold her hand, stroking and squeezing it. Ismiled back at her and said, “Okay. If you say so, it’s adeal.””Including the part about mother?””Especially the part about Ann,” I said, smiling even wider.”But there is one more thing I would like to say about it.””There is? What’s that?””Well, as you know, there wasn’t much left to my imaginationlast night, and I want you to know I think you have turnedinto one hell of a beautiful woman.”Niccole blushed a little and seemed very pleased. “Thankyou, Uncle Will. That’s a real sweet thing to say, andyou’re very sweet for saying it.” She leaned across, kissedme lightly on the lips, and said, “Thank you, again.”Niccole then looked down at her plate and was silent, almostpensive. “What’s wrong, Nikki? Is something wrong, Baby?”I asked.”There was something bad about your seeing me like that. Youwere able to see my darkest secret,” Niccole said, lookingat me with a sad expression.”Well, you did have on panties so I couldn’t see everythingabout you, but if what I saw was a dark, bad secret, then allgirls should have the same secret,” I replied, laughingsoftly.At first she looked puzzled, but then she put her hands up toher breasts, cupping and squeezing them. “Oh, you meanthese. No, these aren’t what I’m talking about. Besides,”she said, starting to smile a little, “I could hardly keepthese secret.”Suddenly, Niccole reached down and pulled the hem of her robeup to where the edge of her panties showed. “This is whatI’m talking about. Cotton panties! White cotton panties!Just like little girl training panties!” she said angrily.”I’m not a little girl anymore, I’m a grown woman–a grownwoman who has to wear little girl’s cotton panties.””Why do you wear them, then? Why don’t you get some grown-uppanties?” I asked, not understanding her anger.”Because Mother still buys all my clothes for me, that’s why.You know my mother. You ought to, she’s your sister.Conservative and practical to a fault. She still thinks ofme as her little girl and buys me cotton panties.””Have you ever said anything to her about it?” I asked.”Yes, but all she does is smile and say, ‘Well, cottonpanties are a lot cheaper, you know.’ That shuts me upbecause I know that we don’t have much money. Between mycollege costs, what little she makes on her job and what Imake on my part-time job, there isn’t anything left over formany frivolous things. It’s taking every cent we havebetween us elazığ escort to pay for college and necessities.”Niccole sat there, dejected, and started to cry softly. “Oh,God, just listen to me,” she said. “I sound like all theselfish bitches in the world rolled into one.” She looked upat me, drying her tears, and sai
d, “I’m sorry about thistirade, Will. I’m not really selfish. It’s just that everynow and then, I get frustrated and blue. I sure wish I couldgrow up and get this part of my life behind me.””Well, I don’t know whether it will help you feel better, butI can tell you this: In those cotton panties last night, youwere about the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”Niccole reached out her hand and took my other hand so thatshe now had both of them. “Will, you are about the nicestuncle a girl could have.” Then, laughing through her tears,she added, “Or do you tell that to all your naked littlenieces?”I couldn’t help but laugh in return. “Since my only otherniece is two-year old Susie, that would be hard to do.””That a very nice compliment, and I thank you for it, but itdoesn’t do much for my confidence around boys. I’ve had anumber of dates and have gotten pretty hot and heavy withseveral of them, but when time comes to get down to doing thedirty deed, I think about the boy seeing me in cotton pantiesand back off. Now that really has been frustrating,” shesaid, with a little rueful laugh. “Although Mother doesn’tknow it, I’ve been on the pill for two years. Except for acouple of times when I was in a bathing suit and didn’t haveto worry about the boy seeing my panties, being on the pillhasn’t done much for me. I know it’s probably all in myhead, particularly since you said they are sexy, but I reallyfeel stymied by the curse of cotton panties.””I’d like to play Dutch Uncle, if you’ll let me,” I said.”What do you mean, Dutch Uncle?””Wait here,” I said. I went to my bedroom, got my wallet,and took out a hundred dollar bill. I folded it into my handand went back into the kitchen. I reached out and tookNiccole’s hand and put the bill into it. “This afternoon,before you go to classes, I want you to go to the store andbuy yourself some of the silkiest, sexiest underwear you canfind. I know you’ll have to hide them from your mother, butat least you’ll have them for dates and whenever else youwant to feel sexy and good about yourself.””Oh, I couldn’t do that,” Niccole said, softly.”That’s why I said ‘Dutch Uncle,’ Niccole. It’s against therules to say ‘No’ to a Dutch Uncle.””Oh, Will, I like ‘Nice Uncle’ better than ‘Dutch Uncle.’”She put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on thelips. The kiss was hard and wet, becoming more moist as weheld it. Instinctively, my lips started to part. She feltthe movement and parted hers. Our tongues touchedmomentarily, sending a jolt to my pleasure center. Niccolequickly broke the kiss, pulling back. “Uncle’s naughty,too,” she whispered. Her eyes sparkled, and I could tell shewas excited. “I can hardly wait to go shopping thisafternoon,” she said, leaving to get ready for school.That evening, after Niccole got home from classes, she passedme in the hall and whispered, “I got to go shopping thisafternoon, and I bought some of the nicest silk undies youcan imagine. In the morning, after Mom goes to work, I’llshow them to you.” She seemed pleased with herself, and Iwas pleased for her, pleased I had had a part in making herso happy. That night I dreamed about Niccole. In my dream,though, she wasn’t dressed in frilly underthings, but inplain, white cotton panties.The next morning, I got up and fixed breakfast as usual.Niccole came in, looking absolutely beautiful. It wasobvious she had been up a while. Her hair was tied back in aribbon, and she had put on just the lightest amount ofmakeup. Stunning, I thought to myself, the only possibleword for the beautiful girl standing there in robe andslippers is stunning. I sat our breakfast and coffee out andsitting across from each other, we ate. Between almost everybite, Niccole smiled at me, smiling as though she had asecret she was bursting to share with me. When we finished,we put our plates in the sink. Niccole then turned to me andgave me a fluttery, light kiss on the lips. It felt like Iimagined a butterfly lighting on my lips would feel. “What’sthat for?” I asked.”For being such a nice uncle,” she said, smiling softly.”Being nice to you is awfully easy,” I replied, smiling back.”I’m glad you feel that way, because I spent almost all yourhundred dollars,” Niccole said with a musical little laugh.”Now I’m going to show you what you bought for me. You waithere and I’ll call you when I’m ready. Okay?””Sure. I’ll be waiting right here,” I answered. I was alittle perplexed by her words, wondering what she might beplanning. I expected Niccole to produce boxes from thedepartment store and let me see the undergarments she saidshe had bought. Apparently, she planned something else. Mypulse beat a little faster, thinking about the variouspossibilities.”Okay, you can come look now,” Niccole’s voice came from downthe hall. Following her voice, I went down the hall toNiccole’s bedroom. The door was wide open and I moved infront of it and looked into the room. Standing there, inexactly the same spot she had been the other night, wasNiccole. The scene was different from that night, though.Niccole now stood there dressed in a pair of pale yellow,lacy bikini panties and a filmy, see-through bra of the samecolor. She had on just those two bits of silky wisp andnothing else.My use of the word “stunning” in thinking of Niccole had beentruly prescient because seeing her standing there with ademure, sweet smile on her face did in fact stun me. She wasa lovely young sex goddess, perfect by any means of measure-ment. She was the vision I seen in all my boyhood wetdreams, the central theme of all my erotic fantasies, thepure personification of feminine sexuality. “Well, what doyou think?” Niccole asked.My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. I stammered, “MyGod, Nikki! Stunning! Absolutely stunning! But I shouldn’tbe doing this. What if your mother should come in, whatwould she think?””Mom’s never here this time of day, so don’t worry about it.As far as your seeing me this way, you saw me with less thanthis on the other night, so you’re not seeing anything youhaven’t already seen. I’m not embarrassed, so don’t you beeither. In fact,” she said with a smile that was no longerdemure, “I’m kinda enjoying this. Now you go back to thekitchen and let me change into another pair. I want you tosee me in all my new things.”As I left the room, I realized I had a raging hard-on. I wasnaked under my robe, and my boner was pressing against it,causing the front to bulge out. God, I hope she didn’tnotice, I thought to myself. By force of will I tried tomake the hard-on go down, but had little success beforeNiccole called for me to come back.When I returned to Niccole’s room, she had on a pair of loosesilken panties and a matching camisole, so sheer as to bevirtually transparent. The dark points of her nipples pokingagainst the fabric and their encircling areolas were visiblethrough the sheer silk. I could detect just the hint of thelarge dark mass of her bush where the panties covered hervee.”Well, what do you think? I hope you like them, because Ilove them. They feel just like I imagined they would. Thecloth is so smooth against my skin. Come feel how smooth thecloth is.”Almost in a trance I escort elazığ reached out to her and rubbed my handsover the fabric covering the tops of her shoulders. Thefabric had to indeed be silk because it was so slick, sosmooth, so sensual in its texture. Niccole took my hands andput them on her front, right on top of her semi-revealedbreasts. “Here’s where it’s the smoothest,” she said. “Feelhere.” I stroked my hands lightly and lovingly over theswells of her breasts, paying particular attention to thenipples. Niccole crooned, “Ummm, yes, so smooth, so smooth.”Then, taking my hands again, she brought them around so theyrested on her buttocks. “Feel my panties, too. They’re evensilkier,” she whispered. I moved my hands all over herbuttocks, feeling the deep cleft between them and thenfurther down. She moved up against me, putting her breas
tsup against my chest, rubbing them over me.”Oh, Will, I just knew silk underwear would make me feelsexy. My God, but do they! I’m even getting wet. Here,feel my wetness.” She took my hand and put it right on topof her crotch, and I could feel how right she was. Thecrotch of her new panties were soaked, and I could feel thedampness all over my fingers. I could also feel the contoursof her pussy under the fabric–the lips swollen and verynoticeable. She rubbed up against my fingers and moaned,”Oh, God, Will, they make me feel so sexy. You make me feelso sexy.””Oh, golly, Will, here I am getting carried away. What youmust think of me. I’ve got one more pair to show you, andall I’m doing is enjoying each pair as I put it on. You doyour disappearing act again so I can change into my lastone,” Niccole said.Dutifully, I went back into the kitchen to await Niccole’ssummons. I realized that I was so filled with lust that Iwas panting. God, didn’t that girl know what she was doingto me. The feel of her sopping sex under her panties hadmade me even harder than I had been and the whole front of myrobe was getting wet from the flow of pre-cum soaking intoit. The girl’s no virgin, I thought, so she must know enoughabout sex to realize that seeing her like that would causeeven dead King Tut to have an erection. I stopped worryingabout her seeing my hard-on and waited for Niccole to bid mereturn.”Okay, Will, I’m ready,” came Niccole’s voice. Eagerly, Iwent to her room to see what her last purchase was. If itwas better than what I had already seen, I wasn’t sure Icould resist making a pass at her. I walked into the roomand Niccole said, “I saved my favorite piece to last. Ithink this is the prettiest and sexiest of them all. What doyou think?”What I saw practically kept me from thinking at all.Niccole was clad in a smoke-gray, spider-web-sheer teddy. Itcovered her shoulders with narrow button-up straps and felldown her body in diaphanous folds, clinging and molded toevery part of her body. Her breasts pushed out the front ofthem, her nipples like small fingertips punching out thesheer fabric. It then d****d down to her little tummy,slightly rounded, and then down to the vee. It pulled tightin the vee, the deep crease of her vulva clearly showingthrough the skin-tight fabric. Soft curls of pubic hairpeeked out from under the teddy’s hem where it turned underto caress that secret core of Niccole’s femininity.”You like?” she said, turning slowly around like a modelshowing a new design.”Like? My God, Nikki, you’re like a wet dream come to life,”I blurted out.Niccole laughed a musical laugh and said, “Good! It looks assexy as it makes me feel then. Just come and feel of thisone. If you thought the other was smooth, feel this one.”I wanted to feel more than the teddy–I wanted to feel everyinch of Niccole, explore every crevice, run my tongue overevery part of her body and taste every part of her. She tookmy trembling hands and put them right on top of her breasts.”This part here is the smoothest,” she whispered. I ran mythumbs over her nipples, and she shuddered. I circled myfinger tips around the whole of each breast, and she sighed.”See. I told you it was smooth,” she whispered. “Thank you,Will, thank you. When I wear these I know I’ll feel like awoman, just as I do now. Thank you so much.” Almost as if toaffirm her appreciation, she put her lips to mine and kissedme. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she drew herself uptight to me. If I had had any doubts about her knowing aboutmy hard-on, they were gone now. My cock was jutting outagainst my robe and Niccole was pressing herself hard againstit.This time it was Niccole who opened her mouth and gave me hertongue. It licked back and forth against my lips and Iopened them in invitation. Her tongue came into my mouth,exploring, seeking mine. I gave it to her in swirlingmotions, making love to her tongue with mine. She drew hertongue back and opened her mouth even wider, asking for me tofind it. I delved my tongue into her mouth and immediatelyit found its goal. Both our breaths were coming faster andharder now, and her arms wrapped even tighter about me. Idropped my hands down to her buttocks and softly rubbed andkneaded them, pulling her pelvis even closer to mine. Mycock rubbed hard against her sexual center and she moanedinto my mouth. She finally broke the kiss and asked, “Isit wrong for us to do this, Will?””Does it feel wrong, Nikki?””No, it feels exactly right. If you had said ‘yes’ I wouldhave died right here on the spot.” She put her mouth up tomy ear and whispered, “The buttons are right there on theshoulders. Undo them. I want to be naked.”I put one trembling hand to her right shoulder and unbuttonedthe little pearl button. The strap fell loose and down herback. With my other hand I loosened the other button. Thewhole back of Niccole’s teddy fell down her back, hanging infolds over her buttocks. I couldn’t resist running my handsover the bare exposed flesh. I made my touch soft andstroking, moving in little circles down her back. I reachedthe outward flare of her buttocks and caressed them, justtouching with my fingertips in little feathery strokes. Imoved down to the half-moons where the buttocks joined thethighs and took her buttocks in my hands and gently andsoftly stroked them. The skin was exquisitely smooth,smoother even than the silk that had just covered them.Niccole was holding me tight now, and her breath in my earwas speeding up, almost a panting sound. “Oooh, Will!That’s so nice,” she murmured.I moved one hand into the deep cleft between those sweetcheeks and inched it down, delving under the silk, searchingfor the treasure I knew to be hidden there. My fingertipsbrushed across her little crinkled anus and she caught herbreath as I lightly stroked it in circles. It was moist,dampened by the flow of her feminine arousal. Delving evendeeper, my fingers found downy hair and then the very bottomof her vulva. It was soaking wet with the slick, hot starchshe was secreting from the font hidden even deeper betweenher thighs. I stroked this area in a little circle, movingmy finger lightly in the outpouring lubrication. Her pantsnow turned into moans, and she ground her pelvis into mine,moving it in small circles. Niccole turned her face up tomine, her parted lips hungrily searching for mine. Theyfound each other and we kissed wetly, open mouth to openmouth, tongue to tongue.Niccole moved away from me and our mouths came apart. Untilnow, the front of her teddy had been held up by the pressurebetween our bodies, but with that pressure removed, gravitytook elazığ escort bayan over, and the entire front of Niccole’s teddy fell down.Snow white hills, heaving up and down from her breathing,were revealed to my hungry sight. The sheer fabric fellmore, falling completely off her body and to the floor. Shestepped out of her teddy and took several steps backward,eager to show her body to me in its entirety. She wasbeautiful. I could no longer think of her as my niece, butonly as a desirable woman that I must make love to.As in a trance, I reached out to Niccole and touched thosemagnificent breasts. She arched her back, seeking to makethem as accessible as possible. I dropped my hands lower andstroked that little tummy, drawing circles around the cavityof her belly button. But my goal was a different cavity, thecavity of her woman essence, the secret grotto buried away inthe recess hidden between her thighs. I moved my finger intothe soft curls that spread fully over her Venus delta. Myfinger encountered the top of her crease, that cleft thatstarted between her buttocks, moved down into the swamp ofher femininity and then up to part the Mons Veneris. Myfinger dipped into the liquid, sopping crease and found afleshy button–her ripe, swollen clitoris, the very center ofher flowing pleasure zone. She threw her head back andhoarsely moaned, “Oh, God, Will! Yes! That’s the spot!Right there!” Her pelvis thrust in and out, moving herclitoris to and fro under my slickened finger.Needing to share he
r pleasure, Niccole reached out and untiedthe belt of my robe. SinceI was nude underneath, I knewshe’d soon be treated to the undeniable proof of herdesirability. My robe fell open and she reached up to myshoulders, pushing it off. I let it fall off my arms and onto the floor. Now we were both nude, fully visible as maleand female. My cock jutted out from my body at an almostperfect ninety degrees. It was wet, slick and glisteningfrom my flow of juices, the lubricants that had been flowingout in anticipation of the thrusting plunge into Niccole’shot core. Niccole was also wet. As her soaking panties hadindicated, her love juices were copious, flowing over theentire area between her thighs, coating it in preparation forbeing loved, for being plumbed to its deepest depth.Niccole reached down and grasped my cock. It was engorged,swollen, its head ripe and bulbous. She stroked it, and itjerked and poured out some more pre-cum fluids. My handworked in her pussy again, and I could tell from the urgencyof her stroking of my cock that she was near climax. She wasdriving me close to my own orgasm also, and it was much tooearly. I wanted to defer that sweet pleasure and concentrateon Niccole. I suspected she was multi-orgasmic, and I wantedto bring her to the plateau of ultimate pleasure at leastonce before climbing to that peak together.Reluctantly, I removed her hand from my cock and gentlypushed her onto her bed. She fell onto her back, her legshanging off and on the floor–a position perfectly suited tomy planned ministrations. I knelt between her legs andspread them wide. The center of her sex was right before meand I paused, savoring the sight and aroma of Niccole’sarousal. Then I lowered my head and fed on her. My tonguestroked up and down the swollen labial lips and brushedlightly over the clitoris. Niccole jumped at the contact andmuttered hoarsely, “My God, Will! No one’s ever done this tome before. It’s fantastic! Oh, yessss, its sooo goood.”She moaned continuously, a soft, mewling sound of pleasure.Her pelvis moved almost convulsively, up and down, incircles, as if it were not a part of her. I stroked mytongue down to the entrance of her vaginal tunnel and pushedit in, extending it to the maximum. I ran it in and out,feverishly, mimicking the action my cock was throbbing andaching so much for. Niccole arched her back and pushed herwhole open, gaping sex up to my mouth. “Oh, I’m there! I’mcoming! I’m coomminnngg…ooooohh.”She locked her legs against my head, as spasm after spasmrocked her pelvis. I felt the heat of her climax flow intomy mouth, her juices even more copious than before. I rodeher through her convulsions and spasms, barely moving mytongue in her pussy as she slowly and gradually came downfrom her climactic peak.When she was still, I stood up, my throbbing cock standingout over her belly. It was dripping with pre-cum and a dropfell on Niccole’s stomach, just above her pussy. She dippedher finger into it and smoothed it over her skin. Her handsthen reached up and clasped my cock, stroking it, lightlycaressing its full length. She looked up at me andwhispered, “I want it in me, Will. I want all of it. I wantyou to fill me up.” She spread her thighs wide open andguided my cock down to the shadowy hole in her gaping womansex. I pushed forward, assisting her, letting her steer mehome. The head just nudged into that tight recess andentered into her. Her hands fell away. Now I was incommand.With a gentle pressure, I pushed my cock into Niccole’s hot,soaking woman hole. Unhurried, I moved in, inch by inch,savoring the pleasure of first penetration. She was verytight. She might not have been a virgin, but her love cavityhadn’t been much used. Its walls grasped my cock as itslowly reamed its way into Niccole’s deepest recesses. Then,with only a small, final thrust, I was all the way in, buriedto the very base of my cock in Niccole’s warm, wet cunt-hole.Her legs came up and wrapped around my back, her armsencircled my neck, and her mouth came against mine, open,wet, and loving.I withdrew about half my cock and plunged it back to the hiltin one sharp thrust. She gasped into my mouth and drove hertongue into it, imitating the action of my cock below. ThenI started the rhythmic motion of love, pushing my cock in andout, twisting my pelvis–reaming, withdrawing, thrusting.She took up the rhythm, matching me stroke for stroke. Shewas breathing hard and fast, and I was beginning to gasp andpant. She started moaning and mewling with little softsqueals. The whole lower portion of her body thrashed aboutand her legs pulled tighter and tighter around me. Her armsclenched tightly around my neck and her tongue was like awild a****l working in my mouth. She was in a sexual frenzy,and it was pulling me to the feverish edge of my own climax.Niccole came and came and came. Like fingers working insideher, the walls of her pussy clutched at my cock. Her pelvicmuscles spasmed and shuddered, and each small convulsivemovement transferred to my sliding, thrusting cock.Suddenly, my cock jerked, and great gobs of juice jetted out,making her pussy even wetter. “Yes! Give it me! Give itall to me!” Niccole shouted.My orgasm went on and on, and come still spurted out.Gradually, I came down to just the small, feeble spurts.Then, just the warmth of my cock soaking in our combinedjuices. I collapsed on Niccole, unable to stir, feeling asthough I was turned inside-out from the massive orgasmicsurge. We were both panting, gasping for breath. Slowly, wecame back to earth, and I rolled off her and we laid side byside, holding each other, fondling, caressing, murmuring.Niccole didn’t make it to classes that day. Instead, shemade it with me. In the bedroom, in the living room, andonce in the shower. Not once did she have to put on her newpanties.I am still Niccole’s “Nice Uncle,” and she visits myapartment as often as we can work it. Each time, “NiceUncle” has her a new pair of panties, and each time shemodels them. The the new panties come off and so do we.When we’re through, she leaves her cotton panties for me.At night, I hold them under my nose and inhale Niccole’sredolent woman-smell, anticipating her next visit.
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