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It was several weeks or so after my sleepover where I was introduced to making a hand pussy and giving Uncle Joe a hand job. Mama had sent me over to my uncle's with a ready to reheat meal for him. Mama didn't feed him every night, just once or twice a week. This wasn't the first time I'd taken dinner to him since the sleepover, but it was the first time my mama didn't tell me to come straight home.

So I knock and he lets me in through the back door. I always went through his backdoor, as it was the shortest distance from my house to his, via several neighbors' backyards.

"Hi, sweetie," he greeted me. "Please come in."

"Mama sent me over," I explained, as if it that was an unusual circumstance while I handed him the food.

"Do you have to run back home?"

"I don't think so. Mama didn't tell me to come straight home today."

"Good! Then... you can stay a while?"

"I guess so."

"You're not afraid of being here with me?"

"Gosh, no! Why should I be afraid?"

"Well, um, I was beginning to think that you were having a problem being here with me," he answered.

"Why?"

"Because you always have to run home. You know, after you stayed with me while your Aunt Bess was sick..."

"Mama tells me to come straight home," I explained battling my baby blues at him.

"But she didn't today?"

"No. Do you want me to go home?"

"No, no, no! I'm happy that you can stay for a while...

"Look, I just got home," he said. "Give me a minute to change out of my work clothes."

"Okay."

Uncle Joe then headed off to his bedroom. I waited a minute and deciding it might be a chance to see his thingie again, I followed. He was down to almost nothing by the time I got to the open doorway to his bedroom. A moment later he was nude. Trouble was he had his back to me, not that I didn't like the view of his taut naked butt.

I liked it when I caught Mr. Burrows in his garden, naked from the waist up, bent over and showing a good bit of plumber's butt. It always made me giggle, and knowing Mr. Burrows like I do now, he was doing it on purpose. But I digress...

Uncle Joe grabbed a pair of loose fitting gym shorts from a pile on the floor and slipped them on. His house was messy like that, with stuff piled up here and there. Neither my mama nor Aunt Bess would have put up with that for one minute, but it was his house, not theirs.

Turning he saw me at the door.

"Snooping on me?" he asked with a grin.

Caught, I felt embarrassed. "I, uh, I, just..."

"You just wanted to see my... thingie again?

"You're a naughty little girl, you know," he laughed. I just love it when he smiles and laughs like that.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I don't mind you seeing me naked, if that's what you wanted."

"I, uh..."

"So how was school today?" he asked changing the subject.

School? "Uh, it was okay."

"Just okay?"

"Well, Janie and I did really good on our spelling test. We both got them all correct."

"That's very good. How about your other subjects?"

"That's the only quiz we had today, but yesterday I got a B+ on my arithmetic quiz."

"You didn't get an A+?"

"No, I missed a few stupid word questions."

"How about biology?"

"Biology? What's that?"

"Biology, that's about living things, plants and animals," he explained. "You know, I'll bet you know more about biology that any other girl in fourth grade."

I didn't get what he was getting at. Adults could be so confusing at times. I went on to explain about the beans we had growing in jars, but that mine wilted and died.

I could tell he wasn't listening to my bean story, as he turned away and went to his night stand and got a bottle of that slippery stuff we used during my sleepover, only I really didn't see what he was getting. Then he headed back to the kitchen with me close behind.

Pulling a can of beer from the refrigerator, he plopped down in a chair at the kitchen table, took a gulp and said, "If you want to see my dick again, Bunny, just say so."

That's exactly what I wanted to see, but suddenly I got all bashful.

"Look, we don't have all day. Your mom is going to looking for you to get home soon, so is that what you want? To see my dick?"

Unable to speak, I just nodded and giggled, covering my face in embarrassment. The embarrassment didn't last long, as he lifted his hips from the chair and slipped his gym shorts down and then kicked them away, and just like that there was the object of my fascination. The thing I had been thinking of ever since the sleepover, his thingie.

He waved me over with his index finger. Taking his dick in hand, he flopped it around, except it wasn't particularly floppy at the moment.

"Is this what you've wanted to see? You wanna touch it again?" You bet I did!

"That feels nice, Bunny," he said with a smile as I took him in hand. Immediately it started to get bigger and bigger, longer and longer, and thicker and thicker, going from semi-soft to very hard in less than a minute as it miraculously transformed in my hand.

"How does it do that?" I asked fascinated.

"Blood. It engorges with blood."

I didn't understand any of that, but I didn't ask for clarification because he now showed me what he had taken from his night stand.

"Remember this slippery stuff?"

I nodded that I did.

"Do you remember how to make a hand pussy?"

I nodded that I did.

"What I want you to do, Bunny, is use this stuff and make a hand pussy for me. Will you do that for me?"

Oh, wow! He wanted me to make him squirt that gooey stuff! And here I had been thinking that I'd never get a chance to see that ever again.

He squeezed some the clear liquid onto his thingie and my hand. I knew what to do and began moving my hand up and down, sliding my hand along the shaft his hard thingie. It didn't take long, two minutes at the most and it jerked and squirted nearly two feet or more. I was standing to the side and it missed me, the globs of goo landing and splattering onto the kitchen floor. It jerked again and squirted more juice. The third time it squirted, it didn't squirt nearly as far and fell a very short distance from his chair. After that, the jerking continued, but it wasn't squirting so much and just gushed out of the tip of his thingie to run down onto my still stroking hand.

I wanted to keep going, but he grabbed my hand and made me stop saying, "That's enough! That's enough!"

Throwing his head back he exclaimed, "Damn, baby. That was so good! So good."

Meanwhile I felt his once hard thingie go soft in my hand until it was so soft that I could flop it back and forth with no resistance at all.

I was still playing with his now soft wet dick when he stopped me. "You'd better go wash your hand, Bunny. And use plenty of soap and water."

Trotting off to the bathroom, I took a moment and studied the grayish white stuff on my hand. I sniffed it. It didn't smell bad, but it did have a faint smell. While I was washing it off, he came, stood by me and washed off his thingie in the sink.

Drying himself with towel, he kissed me on the top of my head and left. I found him in the kitchen still naked, where he handed me some paper towels.

"Do me a favor, sweetheart, and wipe up the cum on the floor."

"Cum? What's cum?"

"Cum is what shoots out of my dick after you've played with it for a while, but you're never to use that word. Okay?"

"Okay," I replied. Pussy, dick, cum... all new words for my vocabulary, but none that I could actually ever use.

I bent down on the floor and began wiping it up when he lifted the back of my skirt to look at my butt. Except he really couldn't see anything for I had worn shorts under my skirt to school that day. He attempted to remedy that by pulling my shorts half off my butt.

"Uncle Joe!" I exclaimed while coming up on my knees.

"I just wanted a little peek," he said with a grin.

Standing and a bit flustered I replied, "You have to ask."

"Okay, may I have a peek at your bare ass?"

Eyeing the kitchen clock behind him I saw that it was getting late. "Uh, I gotta go, Uncle Joe. Mama's probably expecting me to set the table for supper."

"Ah, you naughty little prick tease."

I was about to ask him what a prick tease was, but it getting late and I to get home.

"Very well, Bunny," he said with an annoyed and exasperated look, "you'd better run along, sweetheart. We don't want your mama to be mad at you for staying too long. But, next time..."

Next time was a few days later. Mama usually made me wear a dress or a skirt to school. Of course that presented problems on the playground, a problem solved by wearing shorts underneath. Today I had a dress on. Thinking back to what Uncle Joe wanted to see last time, I went into the bathroom and took off my shorts and panties, stashing them in my room before delivering him his supper of leftovers from the night before.

To my consternation Mama told me just as I was leaving, "Bunny, you come straight home. I need your help with supper." Darn!

I found Uncle Joe, half dressed, sitting on the back stoop drinking a beer.

"Mama says for me to come straight home," I told him as I handed off his supper for the night.

"Thank you, Bunny and be sure and thank your mama for me."

"I will, Uncle Joe...

"Umm, Uncle Joe, can we go inside for just a minute?"

"Sure, sweetie."

Inside, he set the plate of food down on the counter top and turned back to me.

"Umm, remember what you told me last time?" I asked. With that I turned away while lifting the helm of the dress just enough to show some bare butt.

"Nice butt!" he exclaimed. "You just made my day!

"You sure you can't stay for a little while, Bunny?"

"No, I've got to get home," I answered lowering my skirt.

"No, no, no! Not yet. Show me that sweet butt again."

As I lifted the dress, he came up to me, his hand cupping and then rubbing my exposed buns.

"Yes, you have certainly made my day, Bunny," he said while feeling me up. I let his hands roam over my ass for good long moment, but when I felt him reaching between my legs, I knew I needed to leave now or I would be late and in trouble with my mama.

Going home, I stopped at Mr. Burrows to pick up the green beans he'd promised me fifteen minutes earlier. He was sitting on a straight-back chair on his little back porch, the basket of fresh picked green beans in a basket at his feet. Like always when it was warm, he was barely dressed in just a pair of rather short and raggedy gym shorts. He was so close to the edge that I didn't need to go up on the porch. As I looked up to thank him, I could see up the leg of the shorts he wore and there in plain sight was his dick.

"Uh, I... uh, thanks, Mr. Burrows," I stammered my eyes glued to the thing lurking in the shadows.

"Anytime, Bunny," he replied. "I have more where that came from."

I looked up and knew that he knew where and what I was looking at. It was so embarrassing to be caught peeking like that, my face turning beet red. I grabbed the basket and ran for home with Mr. Burrows calling after me, "Nice to see you, Bunny!"

It was a week or two later when Mama didn't tell me to come straight home after delivering her younger brother his mercy meal. She didn't forget, I told her that I needed to go over to Janie's to work on a project for school. I didn't tell her that I knew Janie had a doctor's appointment later that afternoon.

Knowing how much Uncle Joe liked to see me bare under my dress, I removed my shorts and panties before heading over to Uncle Joe's. As usual Mama had called him to let him know I was on my way.

I knocked on his backdoor and he let me in. To my surprise, and delight, he didn't have any clothes on at all.

"I'm supposed to go over to Janie's, but she's not home."

"Really? You can stay for a while?"

Glancing over, I saw the bottle of that slippery stuff sitting on top of the table. I also felt him lift my skirt to see if I was bare underneath. Next thing I knew he was pulling the dress over my head and had discarded it on the floor. It gave me a tingly feeling all over to be naked, totally naked with him once again.

"You want me to do that hand pussy thing with you, Uncle Joe?"

"Damned right I do, honey, but first I want to look at you. You're quite beautiful you know. Now turn around slowly for me.

"Damn, girl, you're something else. Look you gave me a hard-on." Sure enough his thingie wasn't in the least bit soft and droopy.

To my surprise he knelt in front of me, getting eye to eye with me. He kissed me. Not on the top of the head like he usually did, but smack on the mouth, worming his tongue into my mouth while his big strong hands held me by my bare butt. I felt all tingly inside. His fingers began digging into my ass cheeks as he kissed me, working lower and lower until I felt down-there opening and closing as he groped me. Then while one hand held me partially open, the other slid between my legs from the back, his finger tips digging into my girlie parts. Very quickly I felt out of breath, like I had been running outside, but I was just standing there in my uncle's embrace, bare skin to bare skin. It was wonderful!

Suddenly he lifted me off the ground, and just as suddenly he lay me on his kitchen table. Never once did his lips break contact with mine, but his hands did, but only for a moment as his fingers returned between my legs, this time from the front, to slide along my little girl slit until they were sliding deep along my valley.

He broke his kiss and removed his hands from down-there. Picking up the bottle of slippery stuff, he squirted some on his fingers and returned them to you-know-where, where he strummed his fingers like he was playing a Spanish guitar. After a minute or so, it seemed that my entire mind and body exploded with good feelings radiating from down-there. I screamed, but Uncle Joe muffled my cries with his free hand while the fingers of the other continued their rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until I almost passed out.

Almost as quickly as it had all begun, it was over. The hands and fingers were gone, but I just lay there, unable to move, unable to focus my eyes, unable to catch my breath. As I slowly came back to this world, I realized what had happened. What was it he called it? A rapture? Yes, he made me have another rapture.

"Do that again," I managed to whisper.

"Spread your legs open," I heard him say.

That's when I realized I had my legs tightly shut. I opened myself up and through the slits of my eyes saw him squirt more of the slippery stuff onto his fingers, fingers that returned to down-there to rub me just so. At his touch I moaned like a sick cat and was carried off again to that magical place of sensory overload.

Let me tell you, I went home that day in a daze, yet feeling more alive than ever before. If Mama suspected anything when I got home, she didn't mention it.

And so my afternoons with Uncle Joe went. Even when I couldn't stay, I stayed long enough for him to finger me until I felt really, really good. Or he'd have me do the pussy hand thing to his dick until he squirted. Then I'd go home and help Mama with supper.

And some days I'd have an encounter with Mr. Burrows, sometimes not. Nothing happened during those encounters other than he giving me a basket of fresh veggies for my mama. Oh, I'd get a butt crack show now and then and once I found him on his back porch again.

I kept my eyes up, but I think he knew that I wanted to look. He reached down and rubbed his bare belly, drawing my eyes down. I looked up and glanced back down. I looked up and saw him grinning. I tried not to, I really did, but I smiled back, took the basket of squash and headed home knowing for sure that Mr. Burrows was one of those dirty old men you sometimes hear about.

One afternoon when I didn't have to come straight home, Uncle Joe said to me, "You are a very naughty and receptive girl." It's strange, I liked it when he called me a naughty girl, but I didn't like it whenever anyone else called me that. "I think you are ready to try something new. You want to try something new, baby?"

Something new? Wow! "Yes! Is it going to make me have a rapture?"

"As responsive as you are, Bunny, no question about it. Now strip naked for me, girl."

I had worn jeans to school that day because it was quite cool that morning. I discarded my sweater, then my pulled my t-shirt over my head. Next to go were my shoes and socks (Uncle Joe hated for me to wear even socks when I was over). Barefoot, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then shimmied out of them. Last to go were my cotton panties.

Totally naked like he liked me to be, he led me off to his bedroom. "On the bed, Bunny," he told me. I climbed into the unmade bed where he stuffed a pillow under my butt.

He undressed and before crawling in the sack with me, he told me to spread my legs wide. I thought he was going to just kiss me all over while he diddled me until my head exploded, but that's not what he did. Instead, he crawled up and lay between my legs. Grasping me under thighs, he pushed my legs back and out. From between my legs he grinned at me, then lowered his head and licked me. Licked me down-there! Licked my pussy!

I couldn't believe he would ever do such a dirty thing, but he did. And he didn't just lick once, but licked and licked and licked. Then he got even dirtier and drove his tongue into me. It was so dirty, but oh, did that feel good! Pretty soon I was panting and it was feeling better and better.

Suddenly, as if the floor had given way underneath me, I was swept away with those incredibly intense feelings that I got whenever he fingered me. Except he wasn't fingering me, he was licking me. Licking me down-there and boy-howdy, did that do a number on me!

When the stars had cleared from my eyes and I could actually see once again, I found him not between my legs, but lying by my side, his face mere inches from mine.

"Wow!" I said. "That was awesome!"

"We'll have to do that again sometime," he replied with his killer smile.

"You promise?"

"Sure," he laughed, "I promise. You know, you have a sweet tasting pussy."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. Now give me a kiss, sweet girl."

I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips. I didn't taste sweet, I tasted rather salty.

Breaking the tonsil-tickling kiss, he told me, "Now you'd better run along home before we do something you're not ready for."

"What's that Uncle Joe?" I asked.

"Never you mind. When you're older maybe, but not now, you're too young and I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me? Why would you hurt me? You've never, ever, hurt me."

"And I don't want to hurt you now, so get that pretty ass of yours out of my bed and go home."