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Just about every Friday and/or Saturday night, Joanie and I would sleep over at either her house or my house. Sometimes we slept over at other friends, like Gina's or Wendy's. Sometimes all four of us would get together. If it was a Friday night slumber party over at Janie's, I'd usually stay all day Saturday playing at her house. If the Friday night slumber party was at my house, Janie would stay all day Saturday playing at my house. If it was a Saturday night, we had to get home to go to church, even though we went to same church. If the Friday night sleepover was at either Wendy's or Gina's, Janie and I might stay for while in morning, but around noon we'd go to either my house or her house, have lunch and play together the rest of the day, sometimes meeting up with Gina and/or Wendy at the park later that afternoon. That's just what we did nearly every weekend and our moms were happy to let us be girls.

It was late fall and the weather was getting much cooler. The Friday slumber party that night was to be at Gina's. Janie hadn't been at school that day, so I knew she was sick and wouldn't be there. That was okay, as Gina was a good buddy too and we had fun. The next morning, after Gina's mom fixed us pancakes, I had to go home, as Gina had to help her mom with chores before she could go off and play.

Well, it was chilly and I couldn't go to Janie's and seeing that Mama wasn't expecting me home anytime soon, I headed over to see if Uncle Joe was home. He was and I found him cleaning up his breakfast dishes.

"Lend me hand here," he said after letting me in through the backdoor. I was used to helping Mama wash and dry the dishes, so it was no big deal to me to lend him a hand. He didn't have that much, just a single plate, a knife, fork and spatula along with the greasy iron skillet he'd cooked his bacon and eggs in. It only took a few minutes to wash, dry and put everything away and wipe up the splattered grease on the stove. That done, we had the rest of the morning to play.

"So what do I owe the honor of your visit this morning?" he asked while we washed the dishes. He talked like that sometimes.

"Well, Janie is sick and I don't have to be home until later."

"Really? Define later."

"The sleepover was at Gina's last night. Janie's sick, so she couldn't come. Usually Janie and I would go to the park and then go to either her house or my house, have some lunch, and play together the rest of the day. I guess Mama thinks I'm at Janie's."

"And when you play with Janie, do you play with her like you play with me?"

My jaw dropped. How did he know? Did Janie say something to someone who told someone else and that secret got back to Uncle Joe? Even Gina and Wendy didn't know anything about that!

"I take that as a yes," Uncle Joe said with a knowing grin.

What could I say? I couldn't lie. If I lied and died that night, I'd go to hell. So I said nothing.

"You haven't been sharing our secrets with Janie, have you?" he asked in a very serious tone.

"No! Never! I've said anything to Janie about any of that!"

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

He thought I was a liar? "No! It's the truth! I promise!"

"Okay, Bunny, I believe you. Just remember, you can't tell anyone about any of that."

"I know, I know and I won't, Uncle Joe. I promise I won't!" I was practically in tears by then.

"Now, now, now, baby girl," he cooed as he took me in his strong arms and hugged me. "I believe you. You're a good girl and I believe you.

"Now did you come over to be a naughty girl with me?"

"Yes..." I replied in a low whisper.

"Well, we can't play all day. I have friends coming over around noon to watch the BSU game on television, so you need to go home before they come. But that leaves us an hour or two.

"Now, it's kinda cool in here," he said with a wolfish look, "but it will be warm and cozy in my bed." He took my hand and led me to his unmade bed.

He sat on the edge of his bed, looked at me and said, "Well... You need to undress, Bunny."

I felt kind of funny undressing for him like that, but once I was nude, I felt strangely comfortable and safe, not to mention thrilled. I liked being naughty with Uncle Joe.

He waved me over and once I was close, he took me in his arms, kissed me deeply with his hands wandering all over my nude body. He broke the kiss, picked me up and deposited me on his bed. Then it was his turn to undress. Slowly and deliberately, his eyes never breaking away from mine except for that brief moment he stripped off his sweatshirt, he took all his clothes off. When his thingie came into view, it was hard and sticking out.

Nude, Uncle Joe climbed into bed with me, pulled the covers over us, took me in his arms and kissed me again. He shoved his entire tongue into my mouth. Luckily I could still breathe through my nose. Meanwhile his hand and fingers went straight down-there to my pussy.

My heart began racing until it felt as if it would burst. He broke off the kiss and removed his hand from between my legs. Kissing down my body, he went lower and lower until he was kissing me between the legs. The kisses on my pussy became sloppy open mouthed kisses. It was like he was trying to devour it, and that was before his tongue began scouring me down there.

I must have had my eyes squeezed shut while he ate me out, for when I opened my eyes, his hard angry dick was in my face. Wide eyed I stared at his one eyed wonder. I'd seen it many times by then, but never had I seen it this close up. The little slit yawned open and a clear bead of liquid formed within it, growing bigger and bigger. Right about then, all cogent thoughts ceased as the storm growing in my pussy burst upon me, sweeping me away in delicious rapture.

When I could see straight and think once again, Uncle Joe was looking at me. He leaned in and kissed me. Not as feverishly or voraciously as he had at first, but a tender kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips before gently probing between my lips, the probing morphing into a slow stabbing. I didn't know it then, but he was fucking my mouth with his tongue substituting for his dick.

He pulled away, brushed the hair from my face and asked. "How was that, baby girl? Did I make you feel good?"

"Oh, yes, Uncle Joe. I feel wonderful."

"Now it's my turn."

"My turn? What do you mean?"

"Sex , good sex, is a two way street. I make you feel good and you make me feel good. I want you to do what I just did to you."

For a moment I thought, 'Uncle Joe doesn't have a pussy.' I know it's silly, but I was just ten years old. Then I understood.

"But you that's where you pee!"

"So? Just where do you pee? Besides, this isn't about peeing. It's about sexual pleasure. My dick is a multipurpose tool. Sure, I pee with it, but more than that, it is at the center of my sexual pleasure. It's what men put inside women to pleasure them both and to make babies. It's what you need to learn to pleasure without me putting it inside your pussy. You're too young for that, but taking it into your mouth and pleasuring it, you're old enough for that.

"Trust me on this, Bunny, you will enjoy doing that to me as much as I will enjoy it.

"So, my dear beautiful niece, it's time you learn to give a blowjob."

"Blowjob?" My vocabulary was expanding again.

"Yes. Oral sex performed on a man, preferably by a girl or woman. In other words, sucking dick or what is also called, cock sucking."

"Cock?"

"That's synonymous with thingie, dick or penis." I'd heard penis before and knew it was a guy's thingie, so it was already in my vocabulary.

"So be a good girl, a good naughty girl and go down on me."

"Go down on you? Oh, I get it," I giggled. Gosh, I was learning so much today!

He threw off the covers and lay on his back sprawled out. "Come on, Bunny. Blow me."

"Okay," I giggled.

Scooting down, I took his hard dick in hand. Once again, I looked at it closely. No longer did it look like something alien to me; now it looked incredibly beautiful and I knew why I had become so infatuated with it since the first time I saw it when I made him climb out his bath nude so many weeks ago. Still, I wasn't so sure I wanted to put my mouth on it.

"How about if do a hand pussy for you?"

"No, Bunny. Blow me. Now be a good girl and suck my dick!"

"Don't get angry with me!"

"I'm not angry. Not yet at least!

"Okay, fun's over," he said clearly exasperated when I just sat there. "I thought you were a becoming a big girl, but you're still just a baby. So, get out of my bed, get dressed and go home to your mama."

"No! I'm not a baby! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"Then do it. Suck my dick, Bunny."

Well, what could I do? Go home? I was having too much fun to just get up and go home. Plus I suspected that if I did, Uncle Joe would never play sex with me ever again. He wouldn't want me around him anymore, just like he didn't want Aunt Janelle anywhere around him anymore.

I looked again at the object of my fascination. No way did I want this to be the last time I saw it or the last time I held it in my hand. It was just too fun to allow that.

I lowered my head and got closer and closer. I stuck out my tongue and touched it so very briefly, expecting it to taste foul, like pee. It didn't taste like pee. Some of that clear stuff got on my tongue and I tasted that. It was slippery on the tongue and pleasantly salty, but it wasn't vile. Janie and I had once tasted our pee. That was vile tasting and this didn't taste anything like pee. Actually it was tasty.

Gaining a little confidence, I took another quick taste. What I noticed most, wasn't so much the taste, but the velvety smooth texture of the end of his dick. Next I molded my lips over the spongy head. I liked the feel of that, liked it a lot. Soon, without even thinking about it, more of the head was between my lips, my tongue sliding over the incredibly smooth surface.

Oooo, Uncle Joe was right, I did like it, I just hoped he liked it as well.

"That's it, Bunny. Enjoy the feel of it. Yeah, that's good, baby, that's real good. You are a big girl, aren't you?"

I opened my mouth wider and took more of him into my mouth.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Suck my dick," he muttered.

I looked up and saw that he was sitting up on his elbows watching me.

"Now just be careful with your teeth. Okay."

I pulled off and asked, "Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing fine. But don't stop."

Taking his dick back between my lips, I slid it as deep as I could.

"Look up at me, Bunny."

With my mouth stuff with his dick, I looked up.

"You have no idea how fucking hot that is, or how beautiful you are at this moment."

There he said it again, he thought I was beautiful! Mama and Daddy always told me how beautiful I was, but it didn't mean as much as when Uncle Joe told me how beautiful I was. All mamas and daddies tell their daughters that they were beautiful. I bet even fat old Mary T's parents told her that she was beautiful. She's nice, but she's not beautiful. Uncle Joe would never tell her that she was beautiful.

"Now pump your mouth up and down like it was a hand pussy." I understood and began bobbing my head, enjoying the feel of it as it slid back and forth between my lips and the feel of it on my tongue.

"That's good, baby, real good. You're certainly a quick learner. By god, you're going to be a great cocksucker."

I never felt so proud of myself. Not even when I won first place in the science fair last year. But Daddy did most of that, so maybe that didn't count.

With my eyes cut to upwards to maintain eye contact, I bobbed and bobbed, while he gently held my head in his strong hands.

"Aw, fuck, I'm getting close, Bunny. Damn, don't stop, baby, don't stop. So close, so close..."

Suddenly he yanked my head up and yanked me off his dick. And just as he did, he cried out as it began shooting his cum into the air to splatter onto his tummy. In wonder I watched up close his thingie jerking about shooting it's stuff. And just like when I did the hand pussy thing with him, I felt empowered, pride and wonder all at once.

It stopped jerking and shooting his goo, but the stuff continued to flow out of the tip, the flow quickly reduced to just oozing. I then noticed how hard Uncle Joe was breathing. It was just like when he gave me a rapture. And like me, he seemed to be exhausted. No longer was he sitting up on his elbows watching me, but was flat on his back. I couldn't tell if his eyes were closed or not, but I assumed they were.

Then his dick began to soften and shrink in size length and girth until it just lay down on his belly like it had gone to sleep. I reached for it and took it in hand. It was completely soft and limp. It felt nothing like it had before I sucked him. I flopped it back and forth, and in doing so, got his stuff on my hand, not that I cared. My gooey fingers slipped over the flaccid head and I gently squeezed it between my fingertips. You'd think I had delivered an electric shook to him. He jerked. I squeezed the slippery head again and he jerked again.

Giggling, I squeezed it through my finger tips once again and he bolted upright exclaiming, "Stop! Stop!" Then flopping back down laughing he declared, "That's enough, Bunny. It's too sensitive now, so please, sweetheart, leave it alone for minute, will ya?"

Sweetheart, he called me sweetheart. Did that mean I was his sweetheart, his girlfriend?

"Am I your girlfriend, Uncle Joe?"

"Your more than just some girlfriend, Bunny.

"Damn, that was good. You sure you haven't given a guy a blowjob before?"

The mere suggestion that I would do something like that took me back. But I had just done it, I had to admit. "No, Uncle Joe. Why would you say such a thing?"

"I meant that as a compliment. I don't think you've been out blowing boys.

"Now, be good girl and go get a towel out of the bathroom and clean me up."

I hopped out of bed, grabbed a towel, came back and wiped all the cum off his tummy. I did my best, but I couldn't get it all out of the hair around the base of his dick. He told me not to worry about it.

"Well, my sweet girl. What do you think? Was it fun?"

"Oh, yes, Uncle Joe. That was so... I don't know... awesome. I just wish I'd done it before.

"Can we do it again?"

He chuckled and replied, "Just give my dick a chance to settle down, then you can blow me again."

I bounced in the bed, excited that he was going to let me do it again. I waited a minute and he said, "Okay, you can blow me now."

Taking his soft damp dick, I held it upright. That's when I realized the problem, his pubic hair (we learned about that in health class along with terms like penis and vagina) was still wet with his cum.

"Uncle Joe, there's a problem."

"What's that, baby?"

"You're all wet and yucky."

"It's not yucky and it won't hurt you. So be a big girl and suck me again."

I wasn't so enthusiastic any more, but I'd gone this far and I didn't want Uncle Joe to think I wasn't a big girl. So I bent forward and slurped up his soft limp dick, taking it to the root. The cold wetness, was kind of gross, but it didn't taste gross. But it did have a taste. His whole slimy dick now had a taste, but it wasn't vile by any means. Maybe not the best ever flavor, but it wasn't bad.

"Yeah, baby, suck that dick," he hissed. "Damn, you know, I think I'm gonna keep you."

His soft dick felt so different in my mouth. I had the whole thing in my mouth and I liked the feel of it, sort of like a small squishy toy. Then I felt it begin to swell, getting bigger and bigger by the moment. It wasn't squishy anymore. Pretty soon, I couldn't keep the whole thing in my mouth and still it continued engorge by the moment and got harder and harder. By then I'd seen it and felt it in my hand several times doing it, still it was difficult to believe the sensations of it doing that in my mouth; that was like, really beyond cool.

With his dick firmed up, I got down to business, so to speak. I slurped and licked and nibbled on it for a long while. Uncle Joe didn't seem to be in any hurry and having as much fun as I was having. I certainly wasn't in any hurry. He coached me on a few things, like making circles with the tip of my tongue on the very end of his dick, and tracing the big tube up the underside of his dick to where it met the flared rim of his dick head and nibbling and licking at that funny little flap of skin there. He liked those things a lot. I could have done those things all day, but he told me to vary my stimulation of his dick, like doing the hand pussy thing with my lips, and taking time out for kissing his balls. I liked looking at what I was doing, but he told me I also had to look up at him sometimes too. So I would look up and I'd see him smiling at me and he'd tell me how beautiful I was sucking his dick. That made me happy because I was trying so hard to please him so that he'd let me do it again to him

sometime.

Thinking back on that last thing, my concern that he might not let him blow him again, is just so laughable. But I was only ten and quite naive about most things, men especially.

After a long time, despite how much I was enjoying the feel of his dick between my lips, I was getting tired.

"No, no, no, Bunny. Don't quit, don't quit. That's a girl. Damn you do that so nice, so don't stop, baby. Yeah, suck my dick, I'm almost there. That's it, draw my cum up from my balls." He sprinkled in a few other words, like "fuck" and "cocksucker" here and there, but I didn't mind. I so wanted to please him, so I sucked and sucked.

Suddenly he grunted and at the same time I felt his dick throb and felt hot liquid shoot over my tongue. I tried to yank my head up, but he was now holding me onto this dick while he shot his gooey stuff into my mouth. I didn't know what to do, so I just held it in my mouth until he let me up.

He apologized afterward for initially laughing, telling me that when I sat up, I was bug-eyed and had chipmunk cheeks.

"Just swallow it, Bunny. It won't hurt you."

When I didn't swallow he admonished, "You know, it's not polite for a girl not to swallow a guy's cum."

When I started to bolt to the bathroom he grabbed my arm. "Swallow it," he told me again. I swallowed and for a moment I thought I was going to puke.

Releasing my arm, he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me until my butt was at the edge of the bed. "Your turn," he said tucking a pillow under my butt.

Uncle Joe was now on the floor on his knees, spreading and pushing my legs back. Thrusting his face into my open pussy, he drove his long tongue deep into my vagina. Instantly I forgot all about feeling queasy from swallowing his cum and just lost myself in the sensations coming from my pussy as he ate me to a thunderous rapture. He had me seeing flashing lights and shooting stars in no time.

When I could finally focus my eyes once again, he was standing between my legs running the tips of his fingers up and down my trench. "I ought to fuck you right now," he said with a look I hadn't seen before. "Would you like that, Bunny girl? Would you like me to stick my dick inside your pussy? I bet you would. I bet you'd love it."

Ding dong!

Uncle Joe yanked his hand from my pussy as he snapped his head around towards the open bedroom door that led directly into his living room.

Ding dong!

"Fuck! They're here! Quick, get your ass up and get your clothes on, Bunny! Hurry, girl, hurry!"

Ding dong!

Uncle Joe threw on his sweatshirt and pulled on his jeans. Meanwhile I scurried about collecting my clothes and then ran off to the bathroom to dress.

I quickly dressed and fixed my hair as best I could. Then to get the lingering taste of his cum out of my mouth, I gargled with mouthwash. Presentable, I made my appearance. With the layout of Uncle Joe's house, there was no way the man in the living room couldn't see me. At first I only saw the policeman uniform. My first thought was that Uncle Joe was in trouble.

"Who's the babe?" the policeman asked.

"That's my niece, Bunny."

"Bunny? That hot mama big sister of yours' daughter?"

"Uh, yeah, Hammer. She was on her way home and stopped to potty," Uncle Joe explained.

I'd met Uncle Joe's friend, Hammer, before. He and Uncle Joe grew up, went to school together and had been friends forever. I knew he was a policeman, but that was the first time I'd seen him in uniform.

"Hey, Bunny," called my uncle. "Come say hello to Hammer."

I came closer and with a little wave of my fingers greeted, "Hi, Hammer..."

"Well, will you look at you," Hammer said with a friendly smile. He was almost as hunky as my uncle. "You certainly take after your mother, Bunny. No mistaking it! Same gorgeous blue eyes, same gorgeous blonde hair, same killer smile. Yes, ma'am, you're a pretty girl!

"You know, when I was little, your mother used to babysit for my sister and me. I thought your mom was the prettiest girl on earth. Heck, I take that back, she was the prettiest girl in the world. I wanted to marry her! But I was in third grade and she was the high school beauty queen. Then after she graduated, your dad married her and I was left out in the cold.

"I know, maybe if I wait a few years for you to graduate from high school, maybe you'll marry me!"

What a charmer! And handsome too!

"I see you brought a change of clothes, Hammer," my uncle told him. "Just go in my bedroom... uh, no, go in the other bedroom and change."

Uncle Joe then closed his bedroom door and in doing so told me, "I'll see you tomorrow, Bunny, after church." We always had a big family diner after church on Sundays either at my parents' or at Aunt Bess' and Uncle Joe was always there joking around with everyone.

No sooner had he said that, the front door opened and in walked my daddy. He had a video cassette in his hand with the picture of a woman on it. Seeing me, he quickly tucked the video cassette behind his back and said, "Bunny! What are you doing here?"

"I was coming home from Gina's and just stopped to say hello to Uncle Joe," I answered.

"Oh, okay. You best be running along before your mother starts to worry about you."

Having been dismissed by both Uncle Joe and my daddy, I headed out the back door to go home. I cut through Mr. Burrows' backyard garden. I didn't see him until he stepped out onto his little back porch.

"Bunny! Come here, darling!" He was dressed in his fall clothes, work pants much like my dad and Uncle Joe wore, except these were grey and a long sleeve shirt.

When I got close he said, "After that frost the other evening, the collard greens should be at their peak. I just picked a mess and you can take them to your mother. Should be enough for everyone tomorrow."

"Oh, okay!" I replied. Everyone in my family were crazy about fresh greens, mustard greens, kale and especially collards. Mama was going to be so pleased!

"Well, come on inside and I'll pack 'em up for you."

Mama always said what sweet old man Mr. Burrows was with one breath and called him a dirty old man in the next. She told me to be always be friendly towards him, but not to ever go into his house with him. Well, I forgot that last part and went inside.

His kitchen was a mess, but sure enough he had a huge pile of washed collards in the sink. As he packed them in a large basket for me to take home I noticed how very warm it was inside, much warmer than my mama or any of my friends' mom's kept their house.

"Be sure and bring my basket back," he said handing me the huge mess of collard greens. He really didn't need to say that because I always returned his baskets, but apparently some of his other neighbors sometimes forgot.

But before he handed me the basket he turned to me and said. "You know, you're getting prettier by the day."

"Thank you," I replied blushing a bit.

"But I also know that you've got a naughty streak."

"What do you mean?" I replied indignantly.

"Oh, come, girl. You're growing up. You're not the little girl you were just this past summer. Pretty soon, you're gonna be filling out, and when you do I'll bet you'll be as handsome as your mother."

"But why do you say I have a naughty streak?"

"Couple of weeks ago I was sitting up on the porch when you came from Joe's house. I wasn't wearing any underwear that day, but then again, I never wear underwear. You looked up the leg of my shorts and saw something that made you smile.

"Now don't say you didn't, because I saw you! You saw my manhood, looked up and smiled, pleased at what you saw.

"Now, I'm right, ain't I?" What could I say?

"Your mama know you got a naughty streak?

"Maybe, maybe not," he went on, "but she knows I've got a naughty streak!" he laughed.

Then in a low conspiratorial voice, like he didn't want anyone else hear, he said, "Now I've been thinking, maybe you want another look..."

I couldn't believe what he was suggesting to me! I was taken aback, that's for sure!

"Uh, Mama is expecting me home. Maybe some other time?"

"Well, I guess I'll have to take that rain check, darling," he replied as if he hadn't just suggested anything inappropriate.

"Now here's the collards. Your mama's expecting them. I promised her this morning when she brought me a sweet potato pie. I had a slice just a little while ago and it was delicious! You be sure and tell her that and tell her thank you again for me."

He smiled sweetly at me and finished by saying, "Maybe when you return my basket you'll have a little more time."

I got the collards and scurried out of there. Gawd, Mama was right, he was a dirty old man, but I already knew that when he exposed himself to me.

Back home Mama was thrilled to get her collard greens for tomorrows Sunday dinner to go along with her pork roast, cornbread and whatever. She fed me a tuna sandwich and then showing me a tray of carrot sticks, celery sticks, cauliflower pieces and yellow squash slices with a dip made with yogurt, told me to take it over to Uncle Joe's so the guys could have some healthy snacks for the football game. So I trudged back to Uncle Joe's. I thought about avoiding Mr. Burrows yard, but decided to take the short way anyway.

I went in through the backdoor as always, using the key stashed under the door mat. The guys were hooting and hollering and they didn't hear me come in. Thinking that were watching the stupid football game I just walk right in on them. The first thing I saw was the TV, and there in living color was this naked woman doing to a naked man what I had done to Uncle Joe earlier that morning.

The hooting and hollering came to an abrupt halt. Except for the lurid smacking sounds coming from the TV, there was silence. Daddy jumped up. "Bunny! What are you doing here!!!" At the same time the TV screen went blank.

Pretending that I hadn't seen anything, though it would have been impossible for me not to have seen what was playing on the TV, I calmly announced, "Mama sent me over with some snacks for you guys." They of course already had snacks, potato chips, Fritos, onion dip and bean dip, stuff Mama didn't especially approve of. There was just enough room on the coffee table to put my tray down , except I had to push away the box the video had come in. Daddy was too slow to snatch it away before I could see the cover, featuring this big breasted naked woman, looking like she was about to pass out with the title, "Vaseline Alley".

"Don't you say anything to your mother about this, Bunny."

"I won't, Daddy," I replied giving him a knowing smile. "I love you too much to get you in trouble with Mama."

I don't know if he believed me or not, but what choice did he have? I felt kind of bad though, as I was sure that I had ruined his day off. I left the boys to be boys, not that I really knew what boys were actually like.