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From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Thu May 08 23:17:12 1997
TEACHING LITTLE Neice  PART 1/2
An Incest Fantasy
By: Day Dreamer


At thirteen, my little neice Melanie is a knock-out, a real true-
life beauty.  She started maturing early and is now five-two, with
34-22-32 measurements on a one-hundred pound body.  With her
flawless complexion, long auburn hair, and startlingly deep hazel
eyes, she could easily be mistaken for a youthful model, perfectly
exemplifying all the sweet and fresh characteristics of young
womanhood.

Melanie has a very a sweet nature and personality, and this
contributed to our complete lack of the uncle-neice friction
that sometimes develops in a family.  On the contrary, she has
always been one of my top supporters.  Being twenty years younger,
she bestowed on me a childlike hero worship.  I was always her big
uncle, her hero, her knight in shining armor.  As far as she was
concerned, there was nothing I could not do nor was there any
problem I could not solve.

The relationship was more than reciprocal.  As she was growing up,
I adored little Melanie and doted on her.  I was always interested
in and proud of all her achievements and encouraged her whenever it
was needed.  If anything, I gave Melanie more attention and love
than her parents.  They both worked in very stressful jobs, and at
the end of their workdays neither had much energy left to deal with
her "kid problems."

Because of this relationship, Melanie early on got into the habit
of bringing her problems to me.  I fixed many a broken doll, put
band-aids on her boo-boo's, and dried her tears and tickled away
her real and imagined hurts.  This relationship carried over into
her pre-teens and has resulted in my being far more protective of
her than is the case with most uncles and neices.

One area where this especially showed up was in her relationships
with men. In this regard, I have been almost tyrannical in the
way I have monitored and screened her dates.  It is a wonder our
relationship has not suffered because of this, but Melanie takes it
in her good-natured way and just thanks me for caring that much
about her welfare.  Despite her phenomenal beauty, Melanie is very
shy and vulnerable with boys, often coming home in tears from a
date.  To help her with such problems, I have tried to explain how
boys think and act so she will better be protected in her dealings
with them.

One problem Melanie has had to face head on is her developing
sexuality.  Many of the problems and teary eyes she has brought to
me have been related to this area, and I have tried to deal with
them in a completely honest, straightforward manner.  I have not
used any "birds and bees" stories, but have explained and described
sexual relation issues in the everyday common words she hears from
her girl friends.  From these conversations I knew that Melanie was
still a virgin, but based on the noticeable tension and the odor of
feminine sexual arousal that I detected from her when she returned
from some of her dates, I believed this to be a short-lived
condition.  Because of that, I arranged for her to secure and start
taking birth control pills.  She laughed at my being so protective,
assuring me that she still far from going all the way. 
Nonetheless, to indulge me if for no other reason, she is taking
the Pill religiously.

I greeted these developments with very mixed feelings.  On one
side, my protective feeling about her wanted to shield her from the
bad early experiences she could have if she chose the wrong man. 
On another hand, I could see that she has highly developed
sexuality, and I did not want to stand in the way of her being in
a position to develop and grow in this important aspect of
maturing.  On still another side, I found myself disturbingly
jealous.  As much as I told myself it was completely wrong to feel
that way about her, I was absolutely turned on whenever she came in
from a date with that musky odor of a woman in heat about her.  I
pictured in my mind how her little virginal pussy must look, smell
and feel, about how wet it must be, and even though I fought
against the feeling, I could not prevent my getting a hardon.  I
found myself with the thought that no pimple-faced boy deserved
such a treasure, and even worse, I harbored a secret, almost
irresistible longing to be the one to claim it.  That she
might have had similar thoughts was beyond my comprehension, beyond
any hopes that I had buried deep within me.

One Friday evening, Melanie came in from a date about nine in the
evening, much earlier than her usual eleven or eleven-thirty.  I
was alone in the house, her parents being away for the weekend, and
was watching television when she came in the door.  Usually, she
stops and says hello to me and relates how her date went.  This
evening, she did neither, but hurried upstairs to her room.  I
found this very strange because the man she had dated was one I
approved of as being almost good enough for her.  I was hoping that
if she did have to lose her virginity it would be to a boy like
him, one who probably would be gentle with her.  Apparently,
though, problems had developed on the date, because she was home
early, and based on her not having stopped to greet me, upset,
hurt, or angry.  I heard the shower start running and decided that
as soon as she had finished her shower I would go upstairs to check
on her and be the best big uncle I could be.

After I heard the shower stop and had given her enough time to get
dressed, I went upstairs.  The door to her room was closed, and the
sounds of light sobbing came from its other side.  I knocked
lightly and asked, "Melanie, is it okay if I come in?"

The sobbing stopped for a moment, and Melanie said, "If you want
to."  I opened the door and Melanie's room was darkened, with only
the light from her vanity shining.  She was already in bed, the
sheets pulled up to her neck.  Her face was tear-streaked, and her
eyes red from crying.

"Mel, Mel, what's wrong?," I asked softly, sitting on the bed next
to her.  I stroked the hair back from her forehead and kissed her
lightly on a wet cheek.  "Did you have trouble on your date
tonight?"

Melanie sniffled a little and answered in almost a whisper, "Yes."

"Boy-type problems?," I asked, knowing she would recognize that I
implied the whole range of sexual relation problems.

"No, Jimmy wasn't a problem.  You were right.  He's real nice, and
I liked him a lot."

Puzzled, I pressed on.  "Well, it's obvious something's bothering
you," I said, taking a tissue and drying her cheeks for her.

Melanie gave me a little half-smile, rueful more than happy, and
answered, "I just had some Melanie problems, that's all."

"That sure tells me a lot," I said.  "What do you mean, 'Melanie
problems.'"

Melanie's tears had about stopped, and she sat up in bed,
apparently ready to explain.  When she did, I had a hard time
concentrating on the conversation.  From what I could see, she had
on a pair of baby-doll pajamas, and the sheer top did not hide
much.  The swell of her breasts pushed them out, and the nipples
and darker rings around them were more than just hinted at.  I had
to fight to keep my eyes from off that sight.  The sight also made
me wonder how a girl with such stunning attributes could be having
problems.

Melanie did not notice my discomfiture and continued her
explanation. "Well, I had decided that I was ready to go all the
way with a boy, and that because he's such a nice guy, Jimmy was to
be the one." My heart started beating faster with this disclosure,
and I wondered whether I would be able to sit through her
description of the episode without her being able to see the mixed
feelings I had about it.

"We went out to Chisolm Lake and parked.  After we kissed a while,
I put my hand on his leg to let him know I was interested in more. 
He returned the favor and after a while he put his hand under my
dress and played with me.  I could tell he was getting really
ready, so I suggested we get into the back seat.  Before we did,
I took off my panties.  He saw me do it, and undid his belt and
pants.  We both got in the back seat and he got between my legs and
tried to put it in me."

By this time, my cock was rigid and throbbing.  It gave me funny
feeling, because here I was getting horny about my neice telling
me about losing her virginity, something we had discussed in times
past.  Nonetheless, I could picture her in that car, legs spread
apart, pussy wet and waiting, and the picture aroused me more than
I had ever been in my entire life.  I ached to reach out and stroke
the perky swells of her breasts.  I longed to put my hands between
her legs and "play with her" as she said Jimmy had done.

Melanie paused, and in a hoarse whisper I said, "And then what
happened?  Go on."

Talking softly, Melanie continued, "That's when things got bad."

"It hurt real bad?," I said, anticipating the rest of her story.

"No, it didn't hurt, because he didn't put his thing in me.  I
wouldn't let him."

"You didn't?  What did happen, then?"

"Well, when he got ready to put his thing...  What do you guys call
it, a cock?  When he got ready to put his cock in me, I just
clamped my legs together and kept him from doing it.  He must have
been really ready because after he rubbed against me a little he
spurted all over my front.  That's why I had to come home and take
a shower.  Oh, John, I was so embarrassed!  Here I had made my
mind up and at the last minute I just couldn't go through with it.

I just asked Jimmy to bring me home.  So here I am, feeling
frustrated and crying about the whole thing.  I'm really something,
aren't I ?"

A great feeling of relief flooded over me.  For reasons I could not
fully understand or explain, I was joyous that Melanie had
chickened out.  I realized, though, that it was not being fair to
her for me to feel that way, and that I had to support and
encourage her to continue, even though her first attempt had been
a total disaster "Melanie, sweetheart, it's not unusual for a girl
to do that the first time.  A virgin has a right to misgivings. 
Don't be angry with yourself.  You do need, though, to try to
figure out why you acted that way so you'll at least understand
why.  Do you know why you didn't go through with it?"

Melanie looked up at me and just barely nodded her head.  "You do
know?," I said.

Melanie nodded her head more emphatically and whispered, "Yes, I
know, but I can't talk about it."

For the first time that I could ever recall, Melanie did not want
to confide in me.  I was taken aback, completely puzzled by her
actions.  I put my hand against her cheek and caressed it with my
finger tips, saying, "Melanie, I respect your wishes if you really
don't want to talk about it, but remember, this is John, your big
uncle.  We've never held anything back from each other.  Do we
want to start having secrets now?"

Melanie's face fell and tears started welling up in her eyes again.

"No," she whispered, "I hate secrets."

"Don't you want to tell me, then?," I asked.

Melanie sat up straighter and almost defiantly said, "All right, if
you want to know, I'll just come out and tell you.  The reason I
couldn't do it with Jimmy was...  The reason was because he wasn't
you."

I was stunned.  We just sat there in silence, looking at each
other, my letting the meaning of what she had said sink in.  I was
having a hard time dealing with it.  If I had heard her right, then
all the fantasies I had about her, about the way we might make
love, about claiming her virgin treasures, were no longer just my
fantasies alone, but were shared by her also.  I had to be sure
that she had actually said what I thought she did.

"Melanie, do you mean...?"

"Yes, you big lunk, that's exactly what I meant.  I meant I didn't
want to give my virginity to Jimmy.  I meant I wanted my first time
to be with you.  I meant I wanted my first time to be with someone
I love and who loves me.  Someone who will take care of me and be
gentle and make it something that is completely good. I don't want
my first time to be a quick wham-bam in the back of a car with some
kid I hardly know.  John, for as long as I can remember, I've
dreamed my first time would be with you, with my dear, sweet
Uncle John."  After saying that, she reached out to me and
wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me. 

"Well, that's worked both ways," Melanie said.  "I've had dreams
about seeing you naked, too.  With your cock hard and poking out in
front."

"What else did you dream?," I asked.

"I dreamed we were both naked.  That you caressed my entire body
from head to toe.  That you kissed me like I was a girlfriend, not
a neice.  That you kissed me all over...  in all the places where
it feels good."  Melanie then added, very softly, "Then I dreamed
you made love to me, that you took my virginity, and it was sooo
gooood."  Melanie put her arms back around my neck and pressed
herself against me.  She whispered, "John, please make my dream
come true."

Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to mine and
kissed her.  I kissed her like a girlfriend, not a neice, opening
my mouth wide and probing between her lips with my tongue.  Hers
responded immediately, moving out to meet mine and coiling in
swirls and circles around it.  She dropped her head to the pillow,
and I followed, continuing the kiss even harder. Our mouths were
wide open, lips spread against each other, soft and wetly working
in little nibbles.  Melanie started breathing faster and I felt her
heart increase its tempo against my chest.

I pushed my hand under her pajama top and moved it over her right
breast, lightly brushing across it with my finger tips.  Taking her
nipple between my fingers, I gently rubbed the hard little button
and ran my fingers in a circle around it, tracing the rosy ring
that encircled it.  Melanie arched her back up against my hand and
moaned softly in pleasure.  Taking her whole breast in my palm, I
kneaded and softly squeezed.  Melanie spoke muffled words, "Oh,
God, John!  That's so good!"

Moving my kisses, I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her nose,
her ear lobes, and then her neck.  Each was a wet kiss, with my
tongue making little circles of wetness on her skin.  I lifted the
bottom of her pajama tops, exposing those perfect breasts, each
half-melon shaped and just as firm.  My lips moved to them, sucking
the little strawberry that topped each of them.  Her nipples
hardened and swelled, standing out like little soldiers at
attention.  I licked around each of them, drawing a wet ring around
the nipples.  Using the full, broad side of my tongue, I lapped at
the underside of each breast, moving from its base out to the
nipple.  Melanie moaned in pleasure and arched her back to me each
time I drew out a stroke of my tongue.

While I was making love to Melanie's breasts, I moved my hand under
the sheets that covered her lower half.  I found her thighs and
stroked each one gently, almost feather-like.  I moved to their
inner sides, finding baby-smooth skin.  Melanie moved her thighs
apart, inviting my hand to further exploration.  My finger tips
moved up, drawing little circles as they moved.  As I approached
the V of her legs, they spread apart even more, leading my hand
into the pleasures that awaited there.

Finally, I touched the lace that trimmed the edge of Melanie's
pajama bottoms.  The lace was damp.  I moved across it onto the
silky smooth area of Melanie's crotch.  It was soaking wet and
slick.  I found the edge and inched my fingers under it. My finger
dipped down and found the cream covered lips concealing Melanie's
mysterious feminine treasures.  With just the slightest amount of
pressure, I stroked my finger tip between those lips and into the
valley between.  It was like moving into a warm, slickered
passageway.  The labial lips pressed against my finger, almost
sucking it into her secret sexual regions.

My fantasy about Melanie's pussy was coming true.  I was "playing
with her," and both of us were loving every minute of it.  While I
was making her dream come true, she was turning my dreams and
fantasies into reality.  I needed to go farther, though.

I needed to fully bare Melanie's body.  Make her naked, completely
open to sight and touch, and touch and kiss every sensitive part of
her.

Melanie's hips hunched up to meet my hand as it explored her
hidden, nethermost parts.  She was almost panting now, her breath
coming in gasps.  My finger moved down between her legs even more
and came to her "little man in the boat," the ultra-sensitive
hooded clitoris, the nexus of her pleasure center.  I lightly
flicked my finger across it, and Melanie jerked her hips upward,
moaning as electric jolts of pleasure flowed through her.  Moving
my finger through the wetness of her creamy flow, I flooded her
little love bud with juice and rubbed it lightly in a little
circle.  Melanie's hips humped up against my hand, and she cried,
"Oh, John, that's so goooood!"

Keeping one finger busy on Melanie's love nubbin, I moved two other
fingers lower, spreading her lips apart.  She was soaking wet and
the crotch of her pajamas was now almost dripping from the aroused
flow of her love juices.  My finger at last found what it had been
seeking, the opening of her tunnel, the tunnel into the innermost
parts of Melanie's child-woman sex.  I moved one finger into the
opening and probed.  The hole was slippery and tight, but my finger
slipped into the cavity without difficulty.  Down to the first
knuckle, then down one more, and finally, my whole finger was
immersed in Melanie's cave of pleasure.  I wanted to move my finger
in and out, imitative of the action my throbbing cock longed to be
taking, but her pajamas restricted my movement.  It was time to rid
her that impediment.  It was time, too, for me to reveal her little
virgin's pussy to my sight, to see first hand what I had seen to
now only in my fantasies. Reluctantly, I moved my hand out of
Melanie's pajamas and then took hold of the sheet that covered her.





















From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Thu May 08 23:17:37 1997
TEACHING LITTLE Neice   PART 2 of 2
An Incest Fantasy
By: Day Dreamer




Slowly I pulled the sheet down.  My breath was coming faster now,
and my heart thumped in anticipation of the sight I knew would soon
be revealed.  The sheet came slowly down, and top of her pajama
bottoms were revealed. Then all of her bottoms, and finally the
sheet went to the floor and Melanie's whole body was fully shown in
all its magnificence. Her beautifully formed legs were still
splayed apart and her pajama bottoms were askew from my
explorations.  A big splotch of dampness covered the crotch area
and the narrow swatch of Melanie's sparse pubic down showed clearly
through the wet, transparent fabric.

With just the lightest of strokes I ran my hands up Melanie's legs,
stroking her feet, then her calves, and then up to the white, full
thighs.  I caressed the sensitive insides of her thighs, making
little circles in the wide part just under her crotch.  Melanie
moaned and moved her hips in little circles, urging my hands to go
further, to go the very center of her pleasure pit.  Instead, I
moved my hands to the top of her brief baby-doll pajama bottoms and
started to draw them down, slowly, inch by inch.  Her little belly
mound was revealed, just a slight bulge of baby fat still apparent.

Then the dark, auburn bush came into view. With her bush still
barely budding, the full glory of Melanie's whole vulva was
revealed to my hungry eyes. Melanie's soaking, creamy vagina.  The
musky odor of her arousal wafted up to my nose and my arousal was
increased even more.  The whole area of Melanie's sex mound was
awash with her juices and invited loving attention.  My cock
throbbed and indicated that it was ready to provide such
ministrations.

In one swift motion I drew the pajamas down over Melanie's feet and
then to the floor.  She was fully nude now, and I was in awe of
just how beautiful she was.  "Melanie," I whispered softly, "you
are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Thank you for such a sweet compliment," Melanie replied, "but this
is completely one-sided.  I don't have any clothes, and you have
all of yours.  You're seeing all of me, but I can't see any of you.

It's time for you to get rid of your clothes, too."

With that, I stood up and took off all my clothes.  I stood there
in front of Melanie, fully nude, my cock standing straight out,
stiff and throbbing.  Its head glistened, covered with the pre-cum
that my arousal had produced.  Shyly, Melanie reached out her hand
and ran her fingers along my cock and then wrapped her hand around
it.  "God, John, you're beautiful, too.  So hard, and so big. 
Will it be possible for that to go inside me?"

"Girl's stretch to be able to take it all in.  After all, babies
come from the same place as this goes in, and babies are a whole
lot larger than my cock."

"I guess so," Melanie replied, still sounding doubtful.

I sat down on the bed next to Melanie, drinking her in with my
eyes.  I put my hand out and stroked her breasts, then lightly ran
my hand down over her rib cage, her little belly mound, and then to
her Venus mound.  She lifted her knees and spread her legs apart,
giving me full access to her swampy, almost bald center of
pleasure.  I moved my hand over her mound and dipped my fingers
into the spread labial lips of her vulva.  They were now even
wetter than before.

"I'm so wet, John.  Am I supposed to be like this?"

"A girl lubricates herself when sexually aroused.  I guess that
must be what you are," I said.

"Oh, God, John, am I ever!  I've never been like this before. 
Just your slightest touch and I go into spasms.  I've been horny
before, but never anything like this.  It's because you're the one
doing this.  You're making all my fantasies come true, and I'm
about to go crazy from knowing it."

I moved my fingers down to the opening to Melanie's love tunnel and
moved one finger into the pit, all the way in.  I added another
finger, and then a third.  She was so wet and slick that the
fingers went in with only a little difficulty.  I twisted the
fingers around and around, and moved them in and out.  Melanie
mewed like a cat and thrust her hips up and down, reciprocating
each of my in and out strokes.  I moved my thumb up and ran it over
and around her clitoris.  Her hips jerked and she thrashed her hips
around and around.  "I'm cumming, John!  Oh, God, I'm cumming
hard...  hard...  hard!" Melanie threw her head back and cried and
mewled, moaned and finally shouted, "Oh, it's so good...  It's so
good...  It's so good!"

Melanie shuddered and spasmed.  I could see the muscles of her
stomach and thighs clinch, and the muscles of her vagina squeezed
down on my fingers.  Her pussy pulsed around my hand, little throbs
and squeezes, compressing the vaginal walls again and again against
my fingers.  Slowly, the shudders and spasms eased, Melanie
unarched her back, and the muscles unclenched.

Melanie's eyes which had been shut tight opened and she looked up
at me.  "That couldn't have happened so good with anyone else," she
whispered.  "It was better than any boy has ever done me before. 
Better, even, than the times I've done myself."  She reached out
her arms to me and putting them around my neck, pulled me down for
a kiss.  The kiss was long and deep, full of soft, tender tongue
action.  "But that's only the preliminary, isn't it?," Melanie
softly said.

"Yeah, the best part is still to come," I answered.

"Let me look at you first," Melanie said.  "I've never seen a man
in the daylight," she said, laughing.  "In fact, the other night
with Jimmy was the first time any of the boys actually had their
cock out, and I didn't even get to see it then.  If you're going to
stick me with that thing," she giggled, "at least let me take a
look at it first."

With that, Melanie pushed me down on my back, and leaning over me
on her elbows, looked right down at my exposed rockhard pole.  She
touched my balls with her hand and I jerked my hips upward toward
her hand.  Her finger tips stroked my bag all over, sending shivers
through my whole groin.  She moved her hand up and touched the head
of my cock, rubbing the drops of pre-cum that accumulated there
down over my entire cock.  "Am I doing this right?," she asked.

"It all depends," I answered.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that if you want to see me cum all over the place, you're
doing exactly the right thing," I said hoarsely.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Oh, God, Yes!  But not this way.  I'm so hot I'll cum a whole
bucketful, but I want it all to go inside you.  I want to feel
your pussy fill up with my juice, for you know how it feels to have
love juice squirt into you, to feel how my love pours out of me
into you, filling you to overflowing.  I want to see my cum run out
of your pussy and down all over your sweet little ass cheeks.  I
want us to slide back and forth on each other, rubbing our whole
bodies against each other in a coating of my jism."

"Oh, John, me too!," Melanie said, and spread herself out on top
of me.  Her breasts rubbed against my chest and her legs spread out
on the outside of mine, clamping them in a sweet trap.  My prick
moved between her legs and she held it tightly, caught between the
spread lips of her pussy.  She stuck her tongue out all the way and
lowered her mouth down to mine.  Her tongue was like liquid fire,
licking all around my mouth, flicking at the corners, and like a
soft, flexible pry bar, probing between my lips.  Her tongue tip
moved behind my lower lip and ran back and forth with long sensual
strokes.  It bored into my open mouth, avidly seeking its
counterpart.  It found the tip of my tongue and flicked a tattooing
drum beat against it.  I was literally on fire with desire, her
tongue pushing my desire to ever increasing heights.

All this time her hips had been vibrating, making little movements
around and up and down.  The motion had coaxed my cock to give up
a flood of pre-seminal flow and it now covered the entirety of
Melanie's sexual center.  The stream was flowing down to my balls
and coated them and ran down into the crack of my ass.  I had never
been so wet before, even after shooting a full load of cum.  I
could not help but moan at the pleasure of the feeling, giving in
to the sheer joy of holding Melanie against me.

I moved my hands to her buttocks and kneaded and caressed them.  My
finger tips probed between them, into the cream slickered crevice. 
I ran my fingers up and down the valley that split her ass,
stroking across the little rose bud of her anal opening and then
down into the soft folds and creases of the feminine secret
recesses hidden between Melanie's thighs. 
Involuntarily, my hips started matching the motion of hers, and we
moved against each other, our strokes becoming longer, more
insistent with each passing moment.  "Oh, God, Melanie, I'm get-
ting so close!," I managed to mutter.

"So am I," Melanie whispered, "but I don't want to cum this way. 
I want to cum just how you described it.  With you inside, filling
me, stroking me, and spurting me full of your man juice.  Let's do
it right now.  I don't want to wait a second longer.  John, do it
to me now.  Show me right now what we're supposed to do."

"Melanie, it's probably going to hurt some the first time.  Are you
ready for that?"

"Yes, you big silly.  I'm a girl, remember.  Girls know about that,
and I'm ready.  Besides, if it does hurt any, it won't hurt nearly
so much with you as it would with someone else.  You just let me be
the one to worry about that and tell me what I'm supposed to do
now.  How am I supposed to lay so you can do it to me the way
that's best for you?"

"Just about like we are right now would the best way for your first
time," I replied.  "Just sit up and then get on your knees so my
cock is just under your opening.  Then just sit down on my cock,
taking it in a little at a time as you feel comfortable with it. 
That way, if it starts to hurt, you can stop for a minute and let
it stop hurting before taking any more inside.

Melanie kissed my lightly on the lips and said, "That's just why I
wanted my first time to be with you, you sweet guy.  I knew you'd
make it the best possible for me."  She then sat up and taking both
hands moved my cock so that the head was lodged at the opening of
her tunnel of delight.  She moved down on my cock, never breaking
our eye contact.  She had a look of sheer concentration on her
face, focusing her thoughts on the penetration of my cock into her
innermost recesses.

She took an inch into her and then stopped.  I could feel the
tightness of her pussy around the head of my cock.  It was hot,
wet, and glove-tight.  After a few seconds, she moved down even
more, engulfing almost half of my seven cock inches.  "Ummm!," was
the only sound she made.  All this time she continued to stare into
my eyes, as if seeking a reflection of what was going on at the
juncture of our bodies.  After a few more seconds pause, Melanie
sat down fully on my cock.

Wet lock met wet lock.  Pubic bone ground against pubic bone. Melanie
sighed and whispered, "Oh, God!"  She then leaned over, brushing her
breasts lightly against my chest, the nipples sending waves of pleasure
through both us as they brushed between our bodies.  Her mouth crushed
against mine and she tongued my mouth and tried to take all my lips
into
her mouth and suck on them.  She broke the kiss, and whispered, "John,
it's all the way in.  I can feel you filling me up with your hardness.
I can feel every little ridge on your cock and feel it throbbing with
each of your heart beats.  Having you in me is like sa-tisfying a need
I
didn't know I had.  Oh, John, it hardly hurt at all going in, and now
it
doesn't hurt at all.  Now is just feels sooo gooo-ood."

Melanie sat up straight again, and we stayed in the position,
without moving, for several long minutes.  Melanie's breathing
slowed to near normal, and we both rested from the penetration
effort.  Melanie looked down at me and regained our direct eye
contact.  While she looked into my eyes, she smiled softly,
secretly, with an almost beatific expres-sion.  Her pussy was still
so tight around my cock I thought I would not be able to move it. 
Every ripple and spasm of her pussy also swept through my cock, as
if we were one person, each completely a part of the other.

Nature soon took over, though.  Unable to hold still any longer,
Chris-sy began little pelvic movements, small jerks, little
circles, barely perceptible up and down movements. My hips
reciprocated, and I made my own motions, matching pace with
Melanie's.  Soon, our motions intensified, with Melanie moving up
and down about two inches.  Each motion brought me intense
pleasure, with Melanie's glove-tight pussy grabbing and stroking my
cock with each movement.  My pre-cum flow coupled with Melanie's
feminine pussy cream lubricated her pussy walls, and the hot flow
together with our passion fires made me feel as though a hot fire
burned at the point of our sexual junction.

"I can't believe how good this feels!  It's heavenly!," Melanie
hoarsely said.  "Oh, John, I knew it would good.  I knew you
would make it good like this."  Melanie continued her movements,
each stroke getting longer and longer.  All of my seven inches
moved in and out of her.  Down hard to the base, bush meeting bush,
and then up to where the head was almost ready to pop out. 
Melanie's breathing was growing faster again, and her breath was
beginning to come in gasps, not just from the effort but also from
the way she was obviously climbing up the scale toward climax.

Melanie's enthusiasm increased even more, and suddenly my cock
popped out of her pussy with an audible popping sound.  "Ohhh,
noooo!," Melanie cried.  "Put it back in!  Get it back into
meeee!"

I pushed Melanie down and onto her back.  I grabbed her legs and pulled
her to where her ass was just on the edge of the bed and her pussy was
just hanging over it.  I held her legs high in the air and spread them
wide apart.  My cock thrust out just in front of her pussy.  Wetly, the
pussy lips gaped open, inviting my cock to plunge between them, into
the
cream saturated depths of Melanie's womanhood.  I inserted just the
head
of my cock into the pulsing, throbbing opening and holding it in one
hand, I swirled it around and around, stirring the creaming center of
Melanie's sopping pussy.  Melanie moaned and cried, "Oh, do it, Bob-by!
Do it to me!  Fuck your little neice hard!"

I plunged my stiffened manhood into Melanie in one hard stroke,
pushing in until the head of my cock lodged against her cervix.  I
could hardly believe how tight she was and how hot her pussy was as
it clung and grasped at my cock, trying to keep it locked within
its depths.  I withdrew all the way out to where my cock-head was
just inside her lips and then plunged in again.  Melanie's hips
drove up to me as I drove mine down to her.  Our strokes met hard,
each grinding our sexes into the other.  "Oh, yes...  yes... 
hard...  hard!," Melanie moaned in a just audible whisper

As much as I had fought against it, my orgasm was building up fast.

The knowledge that it was my neice, my dear little Melanie, that
I was fucking played mind games with me and gave me such a sense of
sheer sexual pleasure that I could not forgo the climax sweeping
over me.  I jerked my penis out of Melanie and held it over her
stomach.  Suddenly, my cock was spurting, shooting out jet after
jet of my scalding jism.  It landed on Melanie's breasts and ran
over the nipples and the sides.  Cum squirted all over her neck and
stomach and soaked her swatch of feminine bush even more than it
was.  Finally, the ejaculatory spasms ceased and cum stopped
flowing.  Melanie's whole front, from neck to V, as well as my hand
was covered with hot, white drops of my outpouring.

Melanie had watched me spurt, fascinated by the sight.  "So that's
how a man cums," she said.  She then took her hands and rubbed my
cum all over her front, coating every inch.  She especially rubbed
cum into her breasts, loving the slick, lubrication it provided. 
I took my cum-coated hand and rubbed it all over my front,
covering my chest and stomach.  We were now both coated in a film
of my masculine lubrication.

My cock had not diminished one bit as a result of my orgasm.  It
was still rigidly hard and still throbbed.  It was almost as if I
had not even cum.  Desire still welled up in my groin.  I was ready
to do it all over again.  I guided my cock back into Melanie's now
cum-covered pussy and reamed it into her child-woman hole.  She
pushed up against me, eager to restart the lover's ride just ended.

I began the see-saw, up and down motion, twisting my pelvis so as
to increase the pleasure.  And pleasure it was.  Despite my having
just cum, my cock was anxious to ride to the peak again, to climb
to new climatic heights.  I was no less horny now than I had been
before cumming.  I felt I could fuck forever.

I lay down on Melanie and rubbed our naked bodies together, slick,
cum-soaked skins slipping and sliding against each other.  Her
breasts were so slick and slippery they turned in little circles
against my chest.  Wet belly slipped against wet belly, and cum-
soaked pubic hair interlocked and interwove together.  I was one
of the most voluptuous exper-iences I had ever had.

Melanie wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck and held me
tight.  Her legs came up and locked around my back.  Our thrusts
were in perfect harmony, pulling back and pushing forward, each in
time with the other.  Cum-slippery skin moved against the other's skin,
adding to the pleasure.

Melanie's movements became almost frantic.  She was moving her hips
in circles and thrusting her pussy at my cock with such force I was
fearful she would hurt herself.  She was crying and moaning at the
same time, ecstatic sounds of almost unbearable pleasure.  My
movements increased in their pace also, and I was groaning in
pleasure.  As our peaks approached, our mouths hungrily sought each
other, wanting to imitate the action below.  We brought our wide
open mouths to each other's and kissed and suckled at each other
with an abandon neither had ever before experienced.

I reached under us and grasped Melanie's buttocks.  I caressed and
kneaded them, ran my fingers down their deep crease, and then
pulled her pelvis up tight against me.  We were both so close, so
close.  I pulled back, and holding her buttocks firmly in my hands,
pushed hard into Melanie's creamy cavity.  Over and over, in and
out, harder and harder.  Each time, Melanie's juice poured out of
her and down the crease of her ass into my hands.  Her whole
buttocks as well as our fronts were now soaked in the outpourings
of our love juices.

The muscles in Melanie's buttocks clinched, drawing tight and hard.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock, almost immobilizing it.  She
jerked her mouth from mine and cried, "Oh, God!  I'm there!  I'm
cumming...  I'm cumming so hard!"  Her buttocks started quivering
and spasms tore through her abdomen, shuddering her body over and
over.  She was panting loudly and her breath came in ragged gasps. 
Her hips pushed up and back, over and over again, just a little
less with each movement.  Gradually they slowed down and the
intensity of her orgasm began to fade.

I then lifted her legs straight up in the air and drove into her
pussy, over and over, like a pile driver driving steel.  My climax
was buil-ding up fast and my cock began the throbbing and swelling
that occur just before orgasm.  Melanie looked up at me and started
reciprocating, pushing me higher and higher.  Suddenly, with hardly
any warning, I was there, over the edge, cumming hard.  Once more,
cum came jetting out of my cock, only this time into Melanie.  I
could feel the slippery cum flow over and around my cock, making it
hot and slick.  White foam came out of Melanie's pussy as I drove
in and out, forcing the cum out of her already filled hole. 
Melanie whispered, "I can feel you cumming, John.  You're spurting
into me, filling me.  God, it's so hot and slick.  Oh, John, I
gonna cum again!  John, don't stop!  Keep going, don't stop!"

I kept right on driving in and out, my cum starting to lessen its
flow.  Melanie had her eyes closed, concentrating on her own
pleasure.  She humped against me, and then I could see the muscles
across her stomach draw tight.  Her pussy clamped down on my cock
again,
squeezing it.  Still, I continued my cock action, concerned now with
giving Melanie even greater pleasure. Her orgasm this time was as great
as the one just passed, and Melanie murmured, "Yes, yes, I did it
again.
Again, and it was so good.

Melanie opened her eyes and looked up at me.  The hero worship was
still there in her eyes, but also something else, something new,
not seen before.  I realized that she was seeing me as lover as
well as uncle, and this added a new dimension to our
relationship.  I saw her, too, as a lover.  A lovely lover from out
of my dreams.  I said to Melanie, in a soft whisper, "Melanie, that
was better than any dream could ever be."

Melanie nodded, and smiled.  She pulled me down to her and kissed
me.  Then she pushed me over to my side and threw her leg over my
hip.  All this time my cock had remained buried in Melanie's pussy,
slowly going down from the orgasm.  Face to face, sex to sex,
Melanie kissed me again and whispered, "Oh, John.  John, my
uncle, my lover.  Thank you, John.  Thank you.  I'm sure that
there will never be another time like that in my life.  Thank you
for making it so good for me."

Her hips were working in little motions and I realized that my cock
had fully regained it hardness.  Melanie kissed me lightly on the
cheek and smiling, said, "John, there's lots of stuff you need to
teach me about sex, and we've got all weekend. Would you mind
showing me more?"

I did not mind, of course.  I spent the weekend not only telling
Melanie about all aspects of sex, but, most importantly, showing
her.  As we both learned, a show-and-tell is worth ten thousand
words.



