Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

The soft trembling folds and crevices of the blonde little girl's virgin pussy responded willingly to her uncle's expert tonguing, and the young man could feel her getting wetter and wetter as she became more and more aroused. Two small hands reached down and tangled in Morgan's dark shaggy hair, tugging and pulling as the anguish of her desire mounted moment by moment. Morgan mouthed the moist area of her now hungrily straining pussy, noisily forming a gentle sucking action by pursing his lips, creating lewd wet sounds, licking hungrily at the morsel of her baby pussy, enjoying his sensual task as he waited for her to reach completion for the very first time.

Morgan could feel his thickly swollen cock tensed and hard, wishing for a turn at this delightfully fresh young pussy, wishing to crawl up between those little legs and enter the secret tiny vagina that had never known a man's thick hard cock before. Her excitedly straining thighs were widespread on either side of his kneeling body as she reclined upon the family sofa and let Morgan's hands move upward along her slender form to feel the small heated mounds of her new young breasts. His still hotly probing tongue worked steadily at the moist interior of his niece's virgin cunt, worming upward into the tight opening of her vaginal slit, moving and slipping back and forth with maddening persistence over the desire-swollen bud of the little girl's clitoris.

The sign he had been waiting for came when suddenly Jeanie shuddered, her ravaged young pussy unable to bear a second longer of her uncle's sensually unrelenting attack. The little girl's eyes opened briefly to take in the picture of her uncle's dark wavy hair moving lewdly back and forth down between her spread thighs. Then with a low groan from deep in her chest, she began to screw her inexperienced loins with outright wantonness upward toward Uncle Morgan's face, pushing steadily as though she were trying to draw his entire tongue all the way up inside her hotly flooded little cunt.

"MmmmmnnnnnNNNoooonnnnoooo!" she moaned over and over, little goose-pimples forming on the smooth surfaces of her skin, beads of perspiration starting out on her forehead. This was more than she had bargained for… much more… it felt as though she were going to die, as though she could never survive the pleasure that she was receiving. Sobbing and trembling, completely out of control, little Jeanie was caught in the midst of a wild stormy tempest. Her straining white thighs jerked upward as with a low groan of total surrender she locked them up over her uncle's shoulders, pulling his head and his hungrily nibbling mouth and tongue still closer to the exciting turmoil seething deep inside her wetly climaxing young pussy.

All thought was erased from her naturally analytical mind. She was his, utterly and totally his! Her uncle's mouth was attached to the most important part of her very being, her recently discovered womanhood. They were performing a sacred, age-old ritual that was bringing her closer and closer to her goals! The little girl's shamelessly aroused body thrashed crazily as her hips ground voraciously upward, her throbbing young vaginal slit presenting all its softness and every fold and heated crevice to the unmerciful licking and sucking of her uncle's wildly swirling tongue.

"Ooooaaaaaaah!" Each delicate ridge of Jeanie's nakedly exposed pussy was melting into Morgan's mouth, the wetness and the warmth of his lips combining to set her whole ten year old world spinning… dazzling her with a fireworks display of tumultuous cumming.

A thoroughly unfamiliar rapture was building and building deep within the little girl's loins! "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooohhhhhh!" she sighed.

Morgan ground his mouth hungrily and tightly down onto his niece's hotly seeping baby cunt, feeling the soft flesh of her open pussy against his lips. He let her vent off her young lust against him, feeling it strike her in wave after wave of overwhelming orgasm.

"Oooohhhhhhh uncle Morgannnnnnn! Yessssss! Yessssss! Oh thank you! Thank YOU!" she keened, her voice trailing off into a babble of unintelligible words and half words.

Morgan received the precious juices of the little girl's first orgasm, waiting until the fire finally subsided within her and her young limbs quivered and twitched against him with the potent memory of her introduction to sexual life. And then, longing to feel his cock sinking deep in where his tongue had been, he rose up before her and placed its hot aching tip against the hot entrance to her pussy. It was much too big. Morgan knew that no matter how badly he wanted to, he would never fit inside.

"Not now, anyway," he muttered. "Not yet!"

And then he placed his middle finger there, letting it push and worm its way slowly up between Jeanie's slender legs like a scalding hot poker, moving up into her tight but unresisting cuntal sheath, boring right up into her virginity… its thick digital mass forcing her young slippery pussy wider and wider.

"Aaaarrrggggg! Yes! Oh!" she cried, and then words were lost as the tightly clinging interior depths of her tautly stretched virgin pussy were thoroughly penetrated by her uncle's extended middle finger.

"You like it?" he asked lewdly, lifting himself up a little and moving up between her nakedly wide-held thighs. He pushed with his finger all the way to the very tip end of her still highly aroused young cunt, enjoying his niece's excruciating moans of pleasure and lapsing into a relentless rhythm of finger-fucking that made Jeanie hope it would never end.

"This will loosen you up…" she heard him panting over her, and then her mind whirled unbelievably and she was suddenly cumming again, cumming against her uncle's penetrating finger, her second orgasm exploding wildly around its hotly driving mass.

"Oh never!" she cried, the words sputtering forth from her lips, "Oh God never before! Never before!"

Entry number 236, Log 3, Notes on Project X: June 6 – All systems go. Uncle Morgan not only perfect subject, I find I am in love with him. Oral love ecstatic. When will total experience happen? I feel it is imminent. All bodily changes within me seem to point to readiness. Must take care of Mother.

Fran sat in the breakfast nook scanning the morning paper impatiently. She turned to the employment section and glanced at a few of the offers.

"Need good-looking gal to act as hostess well – known restaurant, personality plus and able to move in top circles. Perfect position for the right gal, opportunities for advancement."

Fran circled the announcement, wondering just what a hostess did. She longed to get up the nerve to answer one of the ads she found herself circling with greater and greater frequency these days. Perhaps today would be the day! She could no longer put up with Brint's unspeakable ways. It seemed to her that her husband was becoming more and more difficult to live with as each day passed, and nothing she could do seemed to help.

He was nasty when he came home from work, nasty in the privacy of their bedroom, and nasty before he left in the morning. The party they'd attended had proved disastrous when Brint got so drunk that he threw up on the elegant flagstone terrace in front of some of the most important people on Long Island. Fran had never been so mortified in her life. And Brint had seemed proud of himself as they drove home, almost gloating over his "accomplishment", making her want to throttle him with her bare hands.

As it was, she hadn't spoken to him since, and Brint lay upstairs in bed nursing his hangover with characteristic ill humor.

Fortunately she had not had to deal with anyone else in the house that Sunday morning. She knew that her young brother-in-law was a late sleeper, and there wasn't a peep out of Jeanie yet. This was not surprising because Fran knew that her daughter often spent hours alone in her room after waking, working on her various "projects" and reading her books. Sometimes she wondered how she and Brint could have had such a studious child. She knew for a fact that neither one of them had scored anything like the IQ rating that Jeanie had on the tests they'd all taken at her school.