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Archive-name: Family/cotton.txt
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Archive-author: Day Dreamer
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Archive-title: Niccole's Cotton Panties
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An Adult Fantasy
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I'm not usually given to voyeurism, but this time I couldn't
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help myself. Niccole, my eighteen-year-old niece, had left
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her bedroom door open, and there I was, standing in the
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hallway outside watching her put on her nightie. The thin
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material of the night gown had tangled in her hair and was
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bunched up, covering her face. Concentrating on trying to
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separate hair and gown, and unaware of my presence, she was
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oblivious of the scene she presented. And a delightful scene
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it was. Even though I knew it was wrong to peep like that,
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even though it was the forbidden fruit of my own niece I was
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watching, I was caught up, mesmerized, unable to tear my eyes
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away.
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I could hardly believe how Niccole had changed in the last
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several years. The last time I had seen her, about four
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years before, she was just a thin, straggly girl with braces
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on her teeth and an almost flat bosom just beginning to show
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the swells of womanhood. From what I could now see, it was
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obvious that womanhood had not been long delayed. Niccole's
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body was now fully developed, and she was definitely and
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completely a woman. Her breasts were large and firm,
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standing out from her body with only little jiggles to betray
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that they were flesh and blood. Brown nubbins of nipples
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topped them, each circled by its wide, crepe-crinkled areola.
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The breasts were supported by a thin waist, no more than
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twenty-two inches at the most. From there her hips flared
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out, forming the graceful lines of her thighs, each wide at
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the juncture of her vee, then tapering to her perfectly
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formed knees and calves. An unbidden surge of arousal flowed
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through me. Despite her being my niece, despite Niccole's
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mother--my divorced older sister--being asleep in her room at
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the end of the hall, I felt myself swell, my cock becoming
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rigid and gristle-like.
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One aspect of the scene puzzled me, though. Niccole, very
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obviously a mature, grown woman, was wearing plain, white
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cotton panties. Not high-cut or bikini, but full-cut panties
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that covered her in thick material from waist to thigh. In
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stark contrast to the message sent by her fully developed
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body, the panties imposed a virginal, little-girl aspect on
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her appearance. I thought all girls got rid of cotton
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panties at the onset of menarche, that silken underwear and
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womanhood came at the same time. I had to admit, though,
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that her cotton panties worked a strange magic on me. They
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made her concealed treasures even more forbidden, more
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school-girl alluring, than any silken panties could have. I
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couldn't tear my eyes from the scene, but continued to watch,
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pre-cum beginning to leak from my hard cock.
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Niccole's nightie finally came loose and dropped around her
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body. When it did, she looked up and saw me standing there,
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watching. Our eyes met and held for a moment, silently. I
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came to my senses at that point and started apologizing,
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almost stammering in my desire to explain away my voyeurism.
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Niccole just smiled shyly and said, "I'm the one who's sorry,
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Uncle Will. It's my fault. I shouldn't have been changing
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clothes with my door open."
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As much to show she wasn't angry as to continue the practice
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she had followed since I had been in her house, Niccole came
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up to me and gave me a goodnight kiss. Usually it was just a
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peck on the cheek, but this evening she kissed me lightly
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upon the lips instead. She must have just licked her lips
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because the kiss was moist and warm. Her breasts, the
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nipples clearly showing through her thin nightie, brushed
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across my chest during the kiss.
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The next morning, my sister Ann left for work before either
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Niccole or I had awakened. I had been staying with her and
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Niccole for two weeks and would probably be there another
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couple of weeks. I had taken a new job in their town and Ann
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insisted on my staying with them while waiting for my work to
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start and construction on the apartment I was going to rent
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to be completed. Even though I helped pay expenses and I
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knew Ann was pleased to have a man around the house, I still
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tried to take care of some of the housework and cooking. For
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mornings, that meant breakfast for me and Niccole--Ann only
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had a quick cup of coffee before work.
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The smell of bacon and eggs must have lured Niccole out of
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bed because she appeared in the kitchen just as I had it
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ready to serve. "Your breakfast is served, princess," I told
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her, putting her plate on the breakfast bar. Clad more
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modestly now in a robe, Niccole got up on a bar stool and
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started in on her scrambled eggs. I sat across from her and
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began to eat mine. We ate in silence until we finished, and
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then I poured us each another cup of coffee.
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Sipping my coffee, I once more told Niccole I was sorry about
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watching her the previous night. She smiled, reached out and
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patted my hand, and said, "Oh, Poo, Uncle Will. You just
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stop that. I just stood there with my door open and put on a
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show. It was my fault, and I hereby officially apologize.
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I'm used to just us girls being around the place and forgot
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about having one you men-folk types around. Now, I don't
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won't to hear anymore from you about it. Especially you're
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saying anything to my mother. Okay?"
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I continued to hold her hand, stroking and squeezing it. I
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smiled back at her and said, "Okay. If you say so, it's a
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deal."
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"Including the part about mother?"
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"Especially the part about Ann," I said, smiling even wider.
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"But there is one more thing I would like to say about it."
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"There is? What's that?"
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"Well, as you know, there wasn't much left to my imagination
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last night, and I want you to know that I think you have
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turned into one hell of a beautiful woman."
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Niccole blushed a little and seemed very pleased. "Thank
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you, Uncle Will. That's a real sweet thing to say, and
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you're very sweet for saying it." She leaned across, kissed
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me lightly on the lips, and said, "Thank you, again."
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Niccole then looked down at her plate and was silent, almost
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pensive. "What's wrong, Nikki? Is something wrong, Baby?"
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I asked.
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"There was something bad about your seeing me like that. You
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were able to see my darkest secret," Niccole said, looking
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at me with a sad expression.
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"Well, you did have on panties so I couldn't see everything
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about you, but if what I saw was a dark, bad secret, then all
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girls should have the same secret," I replied, laughing
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softly.
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At first she looked puzzled, but then she put her hands up to
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her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. "Oh, you mean
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these. No, these aren't what I'm talking about. Besides,"
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she said, starting to smile a little, "I could hardly keep
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these secret."
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Suddenly, Niccole reached down and pulled the hem of her robe
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up to where the edge of her panties showed. "This is what
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I'm talking about. Cotton panties! White cotton panties!
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Just like training panties!" she said angrily. "I'm not a
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little girl anymore, I'm a grown woman--a grown woman who has
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to wear little girl's cotton panties."
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"Why do you wear them, then? Why don't you get some grown-up
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panties?" I asked, not understanding her anger.
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"Because Mother still buys all my clothes for me, that's why.
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You know my mother. You ought to, she's your sister.
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Conservative and practical to a fault. She still thinks of
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me as her little girl and buys me cotton panties."
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"Have you ever said anything to her about it?" I asked.
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"Yes, but all she does is smile and say, 'Well, cotton
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panties are cheaper, you know.' That shuts me up because I
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know that we don't have much money. Between my college
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costs, what little she makes on her job and what I make on my
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part-time job, there isn't anything left over for many
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frivolous things. It's taking every cent we have between us
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to pay for college and necessities."
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Niccole sat there, dejected, and started to cry softly. "Oh,
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God, just listen to me," she said. "I sound like all the
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selfish bitches in the world rolled into one." She looked up
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at me, drying her tears, and said, "I'm sorry about this
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tirade, Will. I'm not really selfish. It's just that every
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now and then, I get frustrated and blue. I sure wish I could
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grow up and get this part of my life behind me."
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"Well, I don't know whether it will help you feel better, but
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I can tell you this: In those cotton panties last night, you
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were about the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
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Niccole reached out her hand and took my other hand so that
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she now had both of them. "Will, you are about the nicest
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uncle a girl could have." Then, laughing through her tears,
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she added, "Or do you tell that to all your naked little
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nieces?"
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I couldn't help but laugh in return. "Since my only other
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niece is two-year old Susie, that would be hard to do."
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"That a very nice compliment, and I thank you for it, but it
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doesn't do much for my confidence around boys. I've had a
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number of dates and have gotten pretty hot and heavy with
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several boys, but when time comes to get down to the nitty-
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gritty, I think about the boy seeing me in cotton panties and
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back off. Now that really has been frustrating," she said,
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with a little rueful laugh. "Although Mother doesn't know
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it, I've been on the pill for two years. Except for a couple
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of times when I was in a bathing suit and didn't have to
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worry about the boy seeing my panties, being on the pill
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hasn't done much for me. I know it's probably all in my
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head, particularly since you said they are sexy, but I really
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feel stymied by the curse of cotton panties."
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"I'd like to play Dutch Uncle, if you'll let me," I said.
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"What do you mean, Dutch Uncle?"
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"Wait here," I said. I went to my bedroom, got my wallet,
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and took out a hundred dollar bill. I folded it into my hand
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and went back into the kitchen. I reached out and took
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Niccole's hand and put the bill into it. "This afternoon,
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before you go to classes, I want you to go to the store and
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buy yourself some of the silkiest, sexiest underwear you can
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find. I know you'll have to hide them from your mother, but
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at least you'll have them for dates and whenever else you
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want to feel sexy and good about yourself."
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"Oh, I couldn't do that," Niccole said, softly.
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"That's why I said 'Dutch Uncle,' Niccole. It's against the
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rules to say 'No' to a Dutch Uncle."
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"Oh, Will, I like 'Nice Uncle' better than 'Dutch Uncle.'"
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She put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the
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lips. The kiss was hard and wet, becoming more moist as we
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held it. Instinctively, my lips started to part. She felt
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the movement and parted hers. Our tongues touched
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momentarily, sending a jolt to my pleasure center. Niccole
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quickly broke the kiss, pulling back. "Uncle's naughty,
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too," she whispered. Her eyes sparkled, and I could tell she
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was excited. "I can hardly wait to go shopping this
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afternoon," she said, going to get ready for school.
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That evening, after Niccole got home from classes, she passed
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me in the hall and whispered, "I got to go shopping this
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afternoon, and I bought some of the nicest silk undies you
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can imagine. In the morning, after Mom goes to work, I'll
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show them to you." She seemed pleased with herself, and I
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was pleased for her, pleased I had had a part in making her
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so happy. That night I dreamed about Niccole. In my dream,
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though, she wasn't dressed in frilly underthings, but in
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plain, white cotton panties.
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The next morning, I got up and fixed breakfast as usual.
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Niccole came in, looking absolutely beautiful. It was
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obvious she had been up a while. Her hair was tied back in a
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ribbon, and she had put on just the lightest amount of
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makeup. Stunning, I thought to myself, the only possible
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word for the beautiful girl standing there in robe and
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slippers is stunning. I sat our breakfast and coffee out and
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sitting across from each other, we ate. Between almost every
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bite, Niccole smiled at me, smiling as though she had a
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secret she was bursting to share with me. When we finished,
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we put our plates in the sink. Niccole then turned to me and
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gave me a fluttery, light kiss on the lips. It felt like I
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imagined a butterfly lighting on my lips would feel. "What's
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that for?" I asked.
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"For being such a nice uncle," she said, smiling softly.
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"Being nice to you is awfully easy," I replied, smiling back.
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"I'm glad you feel that way, because I spent almost all your
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hundred dollars," Niccole said with a musical little laugh.
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"Now I'm going to show you what you bought for me. You wait
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here and I'll call you when I'm ready. Okay?"
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"Sure. I'll be waiting right here," I answered. I was a
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little perplexed by her words, wondering what she might be
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planning. I expected Niccole to produce boxes from the
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department store and let me see the undergarments she said
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she had bought. Apparently, she planned something else. My
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pulse beat a little faster, thinking about the various
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possibilities.
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"Okay, you can come look now," Niccole's voice came from down
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the hall. Following her voice, I went down the hall to
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Niccole's bedroom. The door was wide open and I moved in
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front of it and looked into the room. Standing there, in
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exactly the same spot she had been the other night, was
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Niccole. The scene was different from that night, though.
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Niccole now stood there dressed in a pair of pale yellow,
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lacy bikini panties and a filmy, see-through bra of the same
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color. She had on just those two bits of silky wisp and
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nothing else.
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My use of the word "stunning" in thinking of Niccole had been
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truly prescient because seeing her standing there with a
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demure, sweet smile on her face did in fact stun me. She was
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a lovely young sex goddess, perfect by any means of measure-
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ment. She was the vision I seen in all my boyhood wet
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dreams, the central theme of all my erotic fantasies, the
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pure personification of feminine sexuality. "Well, what do
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you think?" Niccole asked.
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My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. I stammered, "My
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God, Nikki! Stunning! Absolutely stunning! But I shouldn't
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be doing this. What if your mother should come in, what
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would she think?"
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"Mom's never here this time of day, so don't worry about it.
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As far as your seeing me this way, you saw me with less than
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this on the other night, so you're not seeing anything you
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haven't already seen. I'm not embarrassed, so don't you be
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either. In fact," she said with a smile that was no longer
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demure, "I'm kinda enjoying this. Now you go back to the
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kitchen and let me change into another pair. I want you to
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see me in all my new things."
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As I left the room, I realized I had a raging hard-on. I was
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naked under my robe, and my boner was pressing against it,
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causing the front to bulge out. God, I hope she didn't
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notice, I thought to myself. By force of will I tried to
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make the hard-on go down, but had little success before
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Niccole called for me to come back.
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When I returned to Niccole's room, she had on a pair of loose
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silken panties and a matching camisole, so sheer as to be
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virtually transparent. The dark points of her nipples poking
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against the fabric and their encircling areolas were visible
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through the sheer silk. I could detect just the hint of the
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large dark mass of her bush where the panties covered her
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vee.
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"Well, what do you think? I hope you like them, because I
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love them. They feel just like I imagined they would. The
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cloth is so smooth against my skin. Come feel how smooth the
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cloth is."
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Almost in a trance I reached out to her and rubbed my hands
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over the fabric covering the tops of her shoulders. The
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fabric had to indeed be silk because it was so slick, so
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smooth, so sensual in its texture. Niccole took my hands and
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put them on her front, right on top of her semi-revealed
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breasts. "Here's where it's the smoothest," she said. "Feel
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here." I stroked my hands lightly and lovingly over the
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swells of her breasts, paying particular attention to the
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nipples. Niccole crooned, "Ummm, yes, so smooth, so smooth."
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Then, taking my hands again, she brought them around so they
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rested on her buttocks. "Feel my panties, too. They're even
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silkier," she whispered. I moved my hands all over her
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buttocks, feeling the deep cleft between them and then
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further down. She moved up against me, putting her breasts
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up against my chest, rubbing them over me.
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"Oh, Will, I just knew silk underwear would make me feel
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sexy. My God, but do they. I'm even getting wet. Here,
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feel my wetness." She took my hand and put it right on top
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of her crotch, and I could feel how right she was. The
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crotch of her new panties were soaked, and I could feel the
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dampness all over my fingers. I could also feel the contours
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of her pussy under the fabric--the lips swollen and very
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noticeable. She rubbed up against my fingers and moaned,
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"Oh, God, Will, they make me feel so sexy. You make me feel
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so sexy."
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"Oh, golly, Will, here I am getting carried away. What you
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must think of me. I've got one more pair to show you, and
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all I'm doing is enjoying each pair as I put it on. You do
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your disappearing act again so I can change into my last
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one," Niccole said.
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Dutifully, I went back into the kitchen to await Niccole's
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call. I realized that I was so filled with lust that I was
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panting. God, didn't that girl know what she was doing to
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me. The feel of her sopping sex under her panties had made
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me even harder than I had been and the whole front of my robe
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was getting wet from the flow of pre-cum soaking into it.
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The girl's no virgin, I thought, so she must know enough
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about sex to realize that seeing her like that would cause
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even dead King Tut to have an erection. I stopped worrying
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about her seeing my hard-on and waited for Niccole to bid me
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return.
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"Okay, Will, I'm ready," came Niccole's voice. Eagerly, I
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went to her room to see what her last purchase was. If it
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was better than what I had already seen, I wasn't sure I
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could resist making a pass at her. I walked into the room
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and Niccole said, "I saved my favorite piece to last. I
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think this is the prettiest and sexiest of them all. What do
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you think?"
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What I saw practically kept me from thinking at all.
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Niccole was clad in a smoke-gray, spider-web-sheer teddy. It
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covered her shoulders with narrow button-up straps and fell
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down her body in diaphanous folds, clinging and molded to
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every part of her body. Her breasts pushed out the front of
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them, her nipples like small fingertips punching out the
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sheer fabric. It then draped down to her little tummy,
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slightly rounded, and then down to the vee. It pulled tight
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in the vee, the deep crease of her vulva clearly showing
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through the skin-tight fabric. Soft curls of pubic hair
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peeked out from under the teddy's hem where it turned under
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to caress that secret core of Niccole's femininity.
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"You like?" she said, turning slowly around like a model
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showing a new design.
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"Like? My God, Nikki, you're like a wet dream come to life,"
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I blurted out.
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Niccole laughed a musical laugh and said, "Good! It looks as
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sexy as it makes me feel then. Just come and feel of this
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one. If you thought the other was smooth, feel this one."
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I wanted to feel more than the teddy--I wanted to feel every
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inch of Niccole, explore every crevice, run my tongue over
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every part of her body and taste every part of her. She took
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my trembling hands and put them right on top of her breasts.
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"This part here is the smoothest," she whispered. I ran my
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thumbs over her nipples, and she shuddered. I circled my
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finger tips around the whole of each breast, and she sighed.
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"See. I told you it was smooth," she whispered. "Thank you,
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Will, thank you. When I wear these I know I'll feel like a
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woman, just as I do now. Thank you so much." Almost as if to
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affirm her appreciation, she put her lips to mine and kissed
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me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she drew herself up
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tight to me. If I had had any doubts about her knowing about
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my hard-on, they were gone now. My cock was jutting out
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against my robe and Niccole was pressing herself hard against
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it.
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This time it was Niccole who opened her mouth and gave me her
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tongue. It licked back and forth against my lips and I
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opened them in invitation. Her tongue came into my mouth,
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exploring, seeking mine. I gave it to her in swirling
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motions, making love to her tongue with mine. She drew her
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tongue back and opened her mouth even wider, asking for me to
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find it. I delved my tongue into her mouth and immediately
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it found its goal. Both our breaths were coming faster and
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harder now, and her arms wrapped even tighter about me. I
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dropped my hands down to her buttocks and softly rubbed and
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kneaded them, pulling her pelvis even closer to mine. My
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cock rubbed hard against her sexual center and she moaned
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into my mouth. She finally broke the kiss and asked, "Is
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it wrong for us to do this, Will?"
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"Does it feel wrong, Nikki?"
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"No, it feels exactly right. If you had said 'yes' I would
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have died right here on the spot." She put her mouth up to
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my ear and whispered, "The buttons are right there on the
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shoulders. Undo them. I want to be naked."
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I put one trembling hand to her right shoulder and unbuttoned
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the little pearl button. The strap fell loose and down her
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back. With my other hand I loosened the other button. The
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whole back of Niccole's teddy fell down her back, hanging in
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folds over her buttocks. I couldn't resist running my hands
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over the bare exposed flesh. I made my touch soft and
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stroking, moving in little circles down her back. I reached
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the outward flare of her buttocks and caressed them, just
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touching with my fingertips in little feathery strokes. I
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moved down to the half-moons where the buttocks joined the
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thighs and took her buttocks in my hands and gently and
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softly stroked them. The skin was exquisitely smooth,
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smoother even that the silk that had just covered them.
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Niccole was holding me tight now, and her breath in my ear
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was speeding up, almost a panting sound. "Oooh, Will!
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That's so nice," she murmured.
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I moved one hand into the deep cleft between those sweet
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cheeks and inched it down, delving under the silk, searching
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for the treasure I knew to be hidden there. My fingertips
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brushed across her little crinkled anus and she caught her
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breath as I lightly stroked it in circles. It was moist,
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dampened by the flow of her feminine arousal. Delving even
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deeper, my fingers found downy hair and then the very bottom
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of her vulva. It was soaking wet with the slick, hot starch
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she was secreting from the font hidden even deeper between
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her thighs. I stroked this area in a little circle, moving
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my finger lightly in the outpouring lubrication. Her pants
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now turned into moans, and she ground her pelvis into mine,
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moving it in small circles. Niccole turned her face up to
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mine, her parted lips hungrily searching for mine. They
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found each other and we kissed wetly, open mouth to open
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mouth, tongue to tongue.
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Niccole moved away from me and our mouths came apart. Until
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now, the front of her teddy had been held up by the pressure
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between our bodies, but with that pressure removed, gravity
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took over, and the entire front of Niccole's teddy fell down.
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Snow white hills, heaving up and down from her breathing,
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were revealed to my hungry sight. The sheer fabric fell
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more, falling completely off her body and to the floor. She
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stepped out of her teddy and took several steps backward,
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eager to show her body to me in its entirety. She was
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beautiful. I could no longer think of her as my niece, but
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only as a desirable woman that I must make love to.
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As in a trance, I reached out to Niccole and touched those
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magnificent breasts. She arched her back, seeking to make
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them as accessible as possible. I dropped my hands lower and
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stroked that little tummy, drawing circles around the cavity
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of her belly button. But my goal was a different cavity, the
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cavity of her woman essence, the secret grotto buried away in
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the recess hidden between her thighs. I moved my finger into
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the soft curls that spread fully over her Venus delta. My
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finger encountered the top of her crease, that cleft that
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started between her buttocks, moved down into the swamp of
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her femininity and then up to part the Mons Veneris. My
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finger dipped into the liquid, sopping crease and found a
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fleshy button--her ripe, swollen clitoris, the very center of
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her flowing pleasure zone. She threw her head back and
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hoarsely moaned, "Oh, God, Will! Yes! That's the spot!
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Right there!" Her pelvis thrust in and out, moving her
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clitoris to and fro under my slickened finger.
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Needing to share her pleasure, Niccole reached out and untied
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the belt of my robe. I was nude underneath, and I knew she'd
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soon be treated to the undeniable proof of her desirability.
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My robe fell open and she reached up to my shoulders, pushing
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it off. I let it fall off my arms and on to the floor. Now
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we were both nude, fully visible as male and female. My cock
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jutted out from my body at an almost perfect ninety degrees.
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It was wet, slick and glistening from my flow of juices, the
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lubricants that had been flowing out in anticipation of the
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thrusting plunge into Niccole's hot core. Niccole was also
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wet. As her soaking panties had indicated, her love juices
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were copious, flowing over the entire area between her
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thighs, coating it in preparation for being loved, for being
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plumbed to its deepest depth.
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Niccole reached down and grasped my cock. It was engorged,
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swollen, its head ripe and bulbous. She stroked it, and it
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jerked and poured out some more pre-cum fluids. My hand
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worked in her pussy again, and I could tell from the urgency
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of her stroking of my cock that she was near climax. She was
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driving me close to my own orgasm also, and it was much too
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early. I wanted to defer that sweet pleasure and concentrate
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on Niccole. I suspected she was multi-orgasmic, and I wanted
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to bring her to the plateau of ultimate pleasure at least
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once before climbing to that peak together.
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Reluctantly, I removed her hand from my cock and gently
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pushed her onto her bed. She fell onto her back, her legs
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hanging off and on the floor--a position perfectly suited to
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my planned ministrations. I knelt between her legs and
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spread them wide. The center of her sex was right before me
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and I paused, savoring the sight and aroma of Niccole's
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arousal. Then I lowered my head and fed on her. My tongue
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stroked up and down the swollen labial lips and brushed
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lightly over the clitoris. Niccole jumped at the contact and
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muttered hoarsely, "My God, Will! No one's ever done this to
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me before. It's fantastic! Oh, yessss, its sooo goood."
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She moaned continuously, a soft, mewling sound of pleasure.
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Her pelvis moved almost convulsively, up and down, in
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circles, as if it were not a part of her. I pushed my tongue
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down to the entrance of her vaginal tunnel and pushed it in,
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extending it to the maximum. I ran it in and out,
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feverishly, mimicking the action my cock was throbbing and
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aching so much for. Niccole arched her back and pushed her
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whole open, gaping sex up to my mouth. "Oh, I'm there! I'm
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coming! I'm coomminnngg...ooooohh."
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She locked her legs against my head, as spasm after spasm
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rocked her pelvis. I felt the heat of her climax flow into
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my mouth, her juices even more copious than before. I rode
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her through her convulsions and spasms, barely moving my
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tongue in her pussy as she slowly and gradually came down
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from her climactic peak.
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When she was still, I stood up, my throbbing cock standing
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out over her belly. It was dripping with pre-cum and a drop
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fell on Niccole's stomach, just above her pussy. She dipped
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her finger into it and smoothed it over her skin. Her hands
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then reached up and clasped my cock, stroking it, lightly
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caressing its full length. She looked up at me and
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whispered, "I want it in me, Will. I want all of it. I want
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you to fill me up." She spread her thighs wide open and
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guided my cock down to the shadowy hole in her gaping woman
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sex. I pushed forward, assisting her, letting her steer me
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home. The head just nudged into that tight recess and
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entered into her. Her hands fell away. Now I was in
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command.
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With a gentle pressure, I pushed my cock into Niccole's hot,
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soaking woman hole. Unhurried, I moved in, inch by inch,
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savoring the pleasure of first penetration. She was very
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tight. She might not have been a virgin, but her love cavity
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hadn't been much used. Its walls grasped my cock as it
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slowly reamed its way into Niccole's deepest recesses. Then,
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with only a small, final thrust, I was all the way in, buried
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to the very base of my cock in Niccole's warm, wet cunt-hole.
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Her legs came up and wrapped around my back, her arms
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encircled my neck, and her mouth came against mine, open,
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wet, and loving.
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I withdrew about half my cock and plunged it back to the hilt
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in one sharp thrust. She gasped into my mouth and drove her
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tongue into it, imitating the action of my cock below. Then
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I started the rhythmic motion of love, pushing my cock in and
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out, twisting my pelvis--reaming, withdrawing, thrusting.
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She took up the rhythm, matching me stroke for stroke. She
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was breathing hard and fast, and I was beginning to gasp and
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pant. She started moaning and mewling with little soft
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squeals. The whole lower portion of her body thrashed about
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and her legs pulled tighter and tighter around me. Her arms
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clenched tightly around my neck and her tongue was like a
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wild animal working in my mouth. She was in a sexual frenzy,
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and it was pulling me to the feverish edge of my own climax.
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Niccole came and came and came. Like fingers working inside
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her, the walls of her pussy clutched at my cock. Her pelvic
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muscles spasmed and shuddered, and each small convulsive
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movement transferred to my sliding, thrusting cock.
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Suddenly, my cock jerked, and great gobs of juice jetted out,
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making her pussy even wetter. "Yes! Give it me! Give it
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all to me!" Niccole shouted.
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My orgasm went on and on, and come still spurted out.
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Gradually, I came down to just the small, feeble spurts.
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Then, just the warmth of my cock soaking in our combined
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juices. I collapsed on Niccole, unable to stir, feeling as
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though I was turned inside-out from the massive orgasmic
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surge. We were both panting, gasping for breath. Slowly, we
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came back to earth, and I rolled off her and we laid side by
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side, holding each other, fondling, caressing, murmuring.
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Niccole didn't make it to classes that day. Instead, she
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made it with me. In the bedroom, in the living room, and
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once in the shower. Not once did she have to put on her new
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panties.
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I am still Niccole's "Nice Uncle," and she visits my
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apartment as often as we can work it. Each time, "Nice
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Uncle" has her a new pair of panties, and each time she
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models them. When we're through, she leaves her cotton
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panties for me. At night, I hold them under my nose and
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inhale Niccole's redolent woman-smell, anticipating her next
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visit.
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