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 Subject: Dolan's Diaries - My Princess

   Story Codes: M/F, M/g, M/f, g solo, f 1st, ped Updated: October 21, 2014
Author: Micky Dolan <UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com>

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   (Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial
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   My Princess

   Prologue

   The morning light is starting to peak in through the bedroom window.  I
have a few moments to collect my thoughts and listen to the light breathing
coming from next to me on the bed.

   Columbus is not such a bad place.  I've been here for a little over
eight months now and it is turning out alright.  I came here with the goal
of escaping a life that was, assuredly, heading to ruin.  I am distancing
myself from the worlds of cocaine and human trafficking.  I vowed to break
the bond of attraction I have for little girls; I am going to do something
with my life; something that might atone for some of the terrible things I
have done.  I may claim I was forced into some situations or that I was
blindly naïve; but, deep down inside, I know that I wanted to do what I had
been doing.  Actually, I loved much of what I had done.  But, from today
onward, all will be different.  I believe this because the last twenty-four
hours seemingly has shown me the way.  But, old habits are tough to break.

   I have earned, and put away, enough money to live without financial
concern and with my brother's help, I have been making investments to clean
the ill-gotten gains and ensure financial security.  The money has allowed
me to enroll in graduate school, purchase a small 1920's house near campus,
keep my 1969 MG in the garage and my 2005 Grand Cherokee on the road.  Even
though I do not need to work, I have accepted a Graduate Assistantship for
the Spring Semester.  I have a small office on campus, set my own hours for
advising and teach one undergraduate introductory math education class on
Wednesday nights.  Life is falling into a welcome pattern of regularity. 
Last night brought the type of welcome surprise that only a college town
could provide.

   A slender arm reaches across my chest and Melissa gently pulls herself
closer, nestling herself under my arm and sighing contentedly.

   Yesterday had been a good day.  I completed my morning office hours, met
Dr.  Anderson from Analytics for some lunch, and went over to the student
activity center for a good work out.  I am starting to appreciate the coeds
that are everywhere on campus, but best displayed in the fitness center.  I
engage a few of the girls who make eye contact in casual conversation but
make sure to stay out of the "creeper zone," even if it means cutting a
conversation short.  The fitness center experience is good for me in many
ways.  I wrestled and played football in high school.  Wrestling got me a
college scholarship and I majored in Math Education.  I became a high
school teacher and wrestling coach.  I have always worked hard to stay in
shape and although it hurts more at my current age, I know it's good for
me. I am 5' 11" currently 215 lbs and feeling strong.

   Redemption?

   I headed home after my work out yesterday, grabbed a shower, and made a
simple dinner for myself.  A little reading and writing; I headed to the
Pour House, to meet up with a couple of local guys I had made friends with;
thankfully, they were normal working guys, not affiliated with the
university.  Randy and James are fun companions and easy to be around.  We
were shooting pool and sharing a pitcher of beer when she walked into the
bar.

   We all know Melissa.  Randy has been trying to bed her for some time;
but, has only managed to put himself deeper and deeper into the friend zone
with every attempt.  Melissa is about twenty-four, slender, petite with
beautiful cascading brunette hair, although, tonight it appears to be more
auburn than brunette.  Her eyes are penetrating blue that appear to sparkle
when she's happy.  She wears very little make up; but, the little she does
is the perfect amount of accent for her cheeks and eyes.  There is, really,
very little about her physically that is not attractive.  She certainly has
the petite look I dearly love in a female.  The smaller the better, I
believe.  But, I don't share the same outward excitement for her as my
buddies.  After some observation, I feel that she is trying to reclaim her
younger glory days and compete with the younger campus beauties for the
attention of the young college studs.  She simply tries too hard to ignore
the fact that time has passed and that she needs to look forward, not
backwards.  I sense an unattractive shallowness in her.

   I excuse myself from my friends, as their attention is drawn to Melissa,
and make my way to lean at the bar and talk with the bartender, Kim, who is
a fellow grad student.  She always makes sure that my drinks become
straight ginger ale as the night grows late.  I have really cut back on my
drinking over the last three years, and have become an occasional social
drinker.  I find that since I moved here and started fresh; I can sleep
without the aid of drink.

   The `people-watching' at the bar is its usual study in humanistic
misbehavior and Kim is always ready with a humorous running commentary. 
After a while, Randy stops by to say he's going home and that he's through
with trying to pull Melissa away from the younger crowd.  After he leaves,
I watch her for a while and can see that luck is not with her tonight.  A
younger, prettier, and bustier queen bee has shown up and Melissa is
relegated to being a hanger-on.

   I begin to give some thought to calling it a night myself.  I decide
that the basement media room might be exactly the way to cap off this day.
I had fixed up the partially finished basement in my house and installed a
nice media room with a HD projector and a floor-to-ceiling screen.  It's
great for movies and sports, but even better for the special collection of
videos I have accumulated over many years.  I also have the very special
videos that I made myself; some of which that have been sold and the others
that I would never allow out of my possession.  Yeah, I plan to cap the
evening with the beautiful video number 26, which always works so well for
me

   Right then, Melissa makes her way up to the bar, leans right next to me,
leaving only the slimmest of space between us.  I haven't expected this and
am somewhat surprised.  I hadn't noticed before; but, she is going braless
this evening!  I can make out the outline of a camisole undergarment.  I
want to examine her more thoroughly, but polite conversation is the order
of the moment.

   She asks, "Mike, why don't you ever talk to me or try to spend time with
me?"

   I reply, "I always thought you really didn't care for me that much and I
didn't want to be a bother.  Anyway, I'm not exactly in the age group you
seem to be interested in."

   That starts the conversation along the "I like you more than you know"
path and, eventually, into the odd feelings we both share about being older
and living in the college part of town.  I buy her two more drinks and as
the time passes, she moves closer and closer, until we are pressed up
against each other.  Kim keeps a close eye on us and makes sure I notice
her nods of approval.  Eventually, we are facing each other when Melissa
lays her head on my chest and asks me to take her home.  I say I would be
happy to, but I would need the address.  She replies that I should know my
own address.  Well, hell.

   Once in the car, I turn to her and place my left hand along the side of
her face.  I run my hand down, until I cup her chin, and slowly bring her
forward.  The kiss starts softly, and slowly; we build to more of a teenage
frenzy with genuine makeout lust taking us to other times.  I let my hand
roam freely and her body feels just as I imagined it would.  The slimness
of her waist, the way she shifts to allow my hand to cup her firm ass
cheek, the firmness of her breasts, which are larger than I imagined; I am
surprisingly turned on by her genuine, quiet, little whimpers as my hands
caress her.  As I start to break away, in order to get us out of there and
back to my place; she takes my hand, with both her hands, works them around
my index finger and gently begins giving head to my finger, while keeping
her two beautiful eyes firmly fixed on me.  I am already hard from the
makeout session, but this almost puts me over the top.  I extract my
finger, pull her as tight as possible, kiss her long and hard, then slowly
shift her back into her seat and reach for the seat belt.  I have to get us
home very quickly.

   There was very little time to waste as I get her inside and up into my
bedroom.  I decide not to move too fast.  It has been sometime since I have
been to bed with an adult woman and I want to savor every moment.  I walk
her backwards, towards the bed, and sit her down upon it.  I kneel on one
knee in front of her; she adopts a completely passive attitude as I begin
to remove her shirt and then her undergarment.  Her breasts are absolutely
amazing.  I almost gasp when I realize they are smaller versions of Tracy
Lord's tits.  They slope down and out, into beautifully rounded breasts
with oversized, puffy areolas.  They are firm, but have a delightful jiggle
to them that drives me mad.  I suck on one and play with the other.  I
switch back and forth sucking and tonguing on one while cupping, squeezing
and pinching the other.

   Her upper body is beautifully proportioned, svelte and soft to the
touch. I rise up and take off my shirt; I stand her up and begin to unsnap
her jeans.  As the jeans become undone, I sit her back down on the bed and
roll her onto her back.  She raises her butt up enough for me to pull her
jeans down below her ass.  I pull her legs upward and take hold of the
hemline of her jeans and in one motion remove them completely.  My breath
is taken away by the sight that is presented to me.  It isn't just the
overall beauty of the figure in front of me; it is the fact that she is
wearing the exact same style and design of panty that was worn by Danielle
years ago when we had our first encounter.  Danielle was an eighth grader
and everything was so very different; but, still, the sight of those
panties makes me stop and stare.  High cut, light pink checkerboard design,
lace edging all around with a small lace bow on either side.  My demeanor
is enough to cause Melissa to ask what is wrong and, luckily, I have the
where-with-all to reply, with a sigh, "You are simply a work of art, a
thing of beauty without explanation."

   Well, that turns the key!  She rises up, reaches around my neck, pulls
me down and over onto my back.  She floats above me, playing my chest and
face with her long soft hair and beautiful breasts.  She slides down,
undoes my slacks and repeats my own movements; except, there is no pause
from her.  She immediately removes my boxers and releases my erect dick
from its confines.  I'm no major stud; but, a clean shaven, thick 6 inches
will do a whole lot of good for the right lady.

   She slides downward, cups her tits around my dick and begins to fuck me
with her titties.  The sight is wonderful!  I know I am going to erupt if I
don't slow things down a bit.  She is straddling my right leg, so, I begin
to slide my leg up and down her crotch, which creates the desired effect of
her slowing down her actions on my dick.  Then I gently lift my leg, which
raises her up and toward me.  She gracefully tumbles towards me.  I catch
her, turn her over and position myself with my head directly between her
thighs.  Off come those panties, and there is my own god's little acre for
the night.  She is shaven, neat and clean.  She has, in my opinion, a
perfectly mounded vulva and, as I part her thighs, a delightful opening
between two pink petals appears.

   I quickly go to work.  My tongue flicks and darts, my lips kiss, caress,
and suck.  My hands and fingers provide relief when my mouth feels
strained. I play her like a finely tuned instrument.  The rhythmic
movements up and down, the squeezing of her thighs, her breathing and her
hand placements are all cues.  She is both conductor and instrument, I am
the player.  The feverish pitch in her grows; I cup both hands under her
ass and lift her pussy up to my mouth as she begins to shoot off several
small quick repetitive orgasms.  It is a sight to behold.

   Her breathing is short and quick; I glance up in time to see her sit up
and reach down to me.  She takes hold of my shoulders and begins to pull me
up.  I get the message real quick and shift around so I can access her
pussy while straddling her head; my dick is right above her mouth, a
classic 69!  I lift up on one arm to watch as she guides my dick into her
mouth and begins sliding up and down, sucking with great intent.  She
places one hand around my shaft and begins working my dick with three
slides of her hand to every suck of her mouth.  Her mouth never leaves my
dick as her tongue works its magic around my head as her hand work my
shaft.

   I hunker down and get back to work on her swollen, pink pussy.  It
doesn't take long, the smell of her heady aroma, the sight of her pussy,
the multiple sensations on my dick, the sights of day, the memories of my
little girls . . .  and, then, she reaches up and wraps her arms around my
waist with a slap and hugs into me with all her force.  I feel my dick
slide deeper into her mouth, to her throat.  She begins to push her pussy
harder and harder into my face; she takes a leg and wraps it around my
head, pulling my face tighter to her pussy.  She starts bucking while
making guttural sounds with my dick buried deep in her mouth.  She hits the
point where her back is arched up as far as her body can go with me on top.
Her pussy freezes in space, for a moment, she drops back down to the bed
and begins whimpering as her pelvis continues to make involuntary jerks
upward.

   That is all I can take.  I post my right leg out, lift my hips from her
a little bit and explode in an orgasm like I haven't had in a long time!  I
keep coming in almost painful surges, and I feel her working my dick to
take in my load.  It is as if I have lost all control over my lower
extremities.  She continues working my dick until she has gotten every last
drop I have to give.  I collapse on top of her and roll off; my head is at
the foot of the bed with her feet next to me.

   I reach around, under her legs, roll towards her and hug them together.
I slowly release her and slightly part her legs.  She isn't saying
anything; she just lays there breathing deeply, collecting her energy.  I
take my left hand and begin to gently stroke my fingers along the outline
of her mound.  She slowly begins to squirm and starts gentle gyrations as I
continue to tease her pussy and, occasionally, use my thumb to caress her
clit.  She sits up and shifts so that she brings herself in alignment with
me.  She lifts her left leg and slides it over my legs.  She is now lying
on my chest with her warm moist pussy pressing against my stirring dick. 
She takes my hands in hers', intertwines our fingers and "forces" my arms
upward until she has my hands pinned to the mattress alongside my head; she
giggles as she starts using her pussy to entice my dick, her entire body
writhing on top of me.

   She lifts her hips and tries to capture the head of my dick with her
pussy.  I shift and arch around to prevent her from succeeding.  We are
both enjoying this little game of cat and mouse and begin teasing each
other.

   Finally, I look her in the eye and say, "God damn it girl.  Just what is
it you want?"

   She stops moving, looks me in the eye and growls, "I want you to want
me, I want you deep inside me and I want all of it right now."

   "You need to learn to take what you want girly-girl."

   "Just sit back and stay out of my way, mister.  I'm going to fuck you
like you've never been fucked before."

   She slides back, finds the head of my dick with her pussy, forces
herself over the head and encases me in the satiny warmth of her pussy. 
She is tight and hot.  Hungrily she slides up and down, driving herself
faster and faster.  She is right!  I've never experienced anything like
this before.  The visual of her riding on top of me, and the glimpses of my
dick disappearing into her; but most of all, her beautiful face framed by
her luxurious hair is driving me plain crazy!

   I raise my hands up from beside my head and place her into a sitting
position.  I take her hands and reverse them, which causes her elbows to
turn in; thereby squeezing her tits together.  The show is exquisite.  Her
tits are bouncing up and down in a rhythmic dance that matches the
sensations surrounding my dick.  She watches me watching her, then arches
her back to provide me a better view and throws her head back to provide
greater momentum to her thrusts up and down.  I notice that the slimness of
her waist is accentuated by the spreading of her hips as she makes room for
me under her.  I have to get a rear view.

   I reach forward, place my hands above her hips and press her down,
grinding myself deeper into her.  I reach under her left leg and bring it
up and over my chest which creates a classic spin situation.  She catches
on immediately and reverses her position so that she is facing away from
me. Her hair flows down over her shoulders and back; her body spreads out
at the hips, and when she lifts her arms to fluff out her hair, a glimpse
of the sides of her tits becomes visible.  I lift and roll, which places
her on her knees in front of me.  I grab a pillow and place it under her
waist.  I hold her hip with my right hand while I place my left hand
between her shoulder blades and firmly press her upper body down to the
mattress.  I make sure her hips are up, legs apart, and her back fully
arched.

   She doesn't make a sound; rather, she obediently places herself in
position and even begins to seek out my cock with her pussy.  I know she is
perfectly gapped back for me, but I have to take a look, just to capture
the visual in my mind.  She is perfectly positioned, her ass is riding
high, her legs spread out a little over shoulder width apart, and her pussy
reaching back, spread open, inviting me to fill it.  I rise up, lean
forward and place the head of my dick against her opening.

   With one small thrust, the union is made.  I begin to really fuck her;
going deeper and faster with every thrust.  She works to keep pace, making
backward thrusts to match my forward ones.  I begin to lean further forward
over her and my hips press her down, stopping her movements, I ride higher,
driving her ass up and gapping her pussy further back and up.  I reach
around with my knees and bring her legs together.  Everything is tightened
around my dick, I keep most of my weight off her, but she feels me with
every thrust.  I work harder and harder, driving my dick in as far as it
can go.  I use my pelvic thrusts to push it further by driving her down
into the mattress.

   She started with soft squeals, which now turn to animalistic grunts. 
She struggles, not to get away, but, rather to join in and participate.  I
keep driving deeper and deeper, where sound, visuals, the tight grasp of
her pussy, and movement are having the correct effect.  I feel the pressure
build, not just in my balls, but also in my head, I think I am on the verge
of a black out: I finally lose all control and let loose.  I shake and jerk
as I fill her with my cum.  The sensation is awesome, since I still have
her tightly encased under me.  I realize that she is quivering, cumming
with orgasmic jerks, using her pussy to tighten around and milk my dick.  I
am finally able to relax a bit but she keeps at it.  She won't release my
dick; she keeps milking it, even as it goes flaccid.  I stay in position
until she starts to slow down.  I slide out; release her as I roll over
next to her.  She curls up next to me in a fetal position and purrs
contentedly.

   We didn't speak much during the entire event.  There was an animalistic
feel to everything.  We are both in extreme need and are looking to see if
the answer to our needs resided in the other.  I assume she needs
acceptance and love; she needs to be a sexually desirable creature, and, of
course, she needs some sort of future.  I need to find out if I can make an
honest connection with an adult female that could drive back all the other
desires that have preoccupied my every waking hour for so many years.

   We drift off to sleep.  I know she got up at some point in the night,
and spent some time in the bathroom.  I had placed one of my old t-shirts
in there for her and she was wearing it when I woke up.  I lay and
reflected on the night's events.  Maybe this was something to give some
consideration to; we seem to be of like mind; but only time will tell.  I
give her a light kiss on the forehead and tell her I am going to make us
some coffee and breakfast.

   A New Day Dawns

   I had seen the answering machine blinking the night before and once I
started the water to boil for the French press, I check the message.  It's
my brother Jimmy.  He wants me to join him and his family at his place in
Dayton for the weekend.  He had moved into a new house with in-ground pool,
and, this, being the first nice weekend of the year, he wants to have a
pool party on Saturday.  Now, this is a welcome diversion.  A couple of
days out of town, with my niece and nephews, will be great.  They are the
closest thing I have to a family and I haven't seen them since I helped
with the move from Cleveland to Dayton in the cold of January.

   I could do without my sister-in-law, Diane.  She's a bitch,
through-and-through, who comes from a family of cheats, thieves, and
murderers.  She and I have achieved a sort of détente, wherein we can exist
in peace, if only for short times.  I need to see my brother to discuss
finances anyway, so the timing is opportune.  This will also allow me some
driving time to contemplate Melissa.

   I quickly begin a mental rearrangement of my schedule.  I should have
time for a quick work out, head to the office to finish the work I had
planned to take care of on Saturday, call the guys and bail on Saturday's
racquetball game; hell, I could be on the road by 1:00 pm.  That means I
could take the Pike over to Dayton and avoid the Interstate.

   I hear Melissa moving around upstairs.  She appears in a few minutes,
fully dressed, looking a little worn from a lack of sleep; but, very pretty
all the same.  I am enchanted as she sits across the table from me, smiles
and cradles her cup of coffee in her hands.  She is an extremely attractive
woman.  We eat simple: wheat toast, real Irish butter and preserves; we
chat simple.  I think I really like her.  I tell her that I will be at my
brother's for the weekend and we arrange to meet for dinner on Tuesday.

   I quickly get my gear together, decide to shower and shave at the
athletic center, throw what I need for the weekend into a backpack, take
Melissa back to her car at the Pour House and make my way to campus.  I can
tell that she is being cautious when we part.  Neither of us wants to
commit to anything on such short notice, or say anything that will be
misleading.  I decide on honesty, for a change, and tell her that she is a
very special woman and that I hope we would have the opportunity to get to
know each other better.  That seems to work fine with her.

   Temptation Again

   The morning is moving along fine.  After a workout and shower I feel
great and am really looking forward to some family time.  Once at the
office, I call Jimmy and leave a message saying I will be on my way soon
and to expect me around 3:30 or so.  My office isn't very big.  They put
the graduate students in an office suite that has a common worktable along
with a small break room; small offices line the walls.  I don't have an
outer office with a window but I am satisfied with my little space.  I
settle in and begin grading the stack of lesson plans submitted by my
undergrads.  I promised to have them back by Wednesday night and know I
have to grade at least half of them before leaving.  The rest will come to
Dayton with me; but, would likely never leave the briefcase.

   The building is quiet on Fridays.  Most people, me included, avoid
scheduling anything for Fridays.  I'm making good progress when I hear Dr.
Anderson calling out my name.  He appears at the door, saying he saw my car
in the parking lot and is hoping I can do him a favor.  He needs a half
hour of my time while he meets with the Dean.  He wants to leave his
daughter with me while he goes to the meeting.  He has been divorced for
years and was awarded custody of his daughter after his ex-wife's
alcoholism had been proven during the custody hearing (she showed up
drunk!) He promises to make it good for me, in return for the help.  We
both know I am going to help him and that I expect nothing in return; but
formalities and niceties in academia are always important.

   I tell him no problem and come out of my office to meet his offspring; I
have heard about her through stories told by Anderson, but have yet to meet
her.  There sitting at the table is a very striking twelve year old girl.
She rises from her chair, and walks around the table to let her dad
introduce us.  Her name is Kaeli.  She extends her hand, looks up with big
blue eyes and gives me as pleasant a smile as one might expect from a
properly raised young lady.  She quietly says she is pleased to meet me, I
take her offered hand, give a slight bow and reply that the pleasure is all
mine.  Anderson is already heading out of the suite and tells her to behave
herself and not to give me any trouble.

   She stands about five feet tall, slender, with long, light brunette
hair. She has had some light blonde streaking done, not too long ago, and
it adds to her clean look.  She is a pretty girl, her mouth is wide,
slightly down turned, and when she speaks her bottom lip curls, a bit more
than it needs to; she also tilts her head a bit when she speaks and pays
flirtish attention to her hair.

   She is wearing white denim pants that are low enough to expose a hint of
skin from, what is obviously, a wonderfully flat stomach.  Her pelvic bones
are clearly evident, which causes the illusion that the front top of her
pants aren't exactly in contact with her skin; in another place it would be
called a bikini bridge.  One might be tempted to try to position oneself to
sneak a peek down the front of her pants, if one was in a mind to.  She has
on a brightly colored, sleeveless shirt with patterns of orange, green,
yellow, and black streaking across it.  I feel the familiar butterflies in
my gut and the all too predictable stirring in my loins as we both stand
there watching her father exit with our hands still in a polite handshake.
I withdraw my hand and ask if she wants anything; to which she replies in
the negative and says she will just do some texting out here at the table.

   I tell her to let me know if she needs anything or needs to go anywhere.
She has already turned to head back to the table and gives a semi-whip of
her hair as she turns her head to me and says she's OK and will let me know
if otherwise.  I retreat to my office and make my best attempt to get back
to work.  After about five minutes I decide I need to print a document I
don't need printed for the sole purpose of leaving my office and going to
the printer, which will take me right past Kaeli.  I merely get a nice
smile and another OK when I ask her if all was alright.

   I sit at my desk, and again attempt to get some work done when the
thoughts of what I would do with her, if I were only given a chance, start
to flow into my mind.  I haven't had these thoughts in a while, but, then
again, I haven't had a very cute twelve year old so close in a while
either. This is interesting though.

   I was letting my mind wander when I hear a noise at the office door. 
There stands Kaeli, just looking at me.  I lean back in my chair, turn to
her and ask, "Is everything alright?"

   She says in a sigh, "Yeah, everything is just fine ..." She casually
walks into my office, looking at the books and curios on my shelves.  "I
just got bored and thought I would visit with you for a while."

   "Well, I'm not so sure I'm all that interesting to a young lady such as
you."

   My office is rather small: so, she is in very close proximity.  I smell
the freshness, the soap cleanliness of her; she squeezes by me and leans
back, almost sitting on the edge of my desk, so that we are facing each
other.

   She bends over next to me, to look at what I am working on, and her
shirt falls slightly open.  I sneak a quick peak and plainly see a
delightful little tit encased in a silky white bra cup.

   She looks at me; she knows I was looking down her shirt, which was why
she bent over in the first place.  She smiles and said, "Who knows, maybe
you are interesting ... my daddy likes you a lot.  He talks about you at
home ... are you really a math teacher?"

   "Yes, I am, or rather I was, at least I had been a teacher before coming
here to the university."

   "So, did you give extra credit in your class?"

   "Yes, I did, but only for special students, and for special reasons."

   She smiles and looks at the calendar above my desk and says, "I have a
teacher who gives extra credit for special students."

   "What do you mean?"

   At first she hesitates, but then says, "My social studies teacher gives
special credit to some of the girls who are willing to do special projects
for him ... I'm not one of those girls ... he's gross and ugly, but some of
the girls really like him and they love the attention and easy grades he
gives them."

   "So, if he wasn't gross and ugly, you would do extra credit?"

   She doesn't reply.  I stare at her long hair as it flows over her
shoulders and partially covers her chest.  Her hips speak to the fact that
she would be perfectly functional, although, I suspect, likely unbroken. 
She catches me staring at her.  She giggles, leans over, face to face, and
says, "If you ever want me to do some extra credit, I would be happy to
complete the assignment."

   I'm not too sure exactly what to say; then, we both hear the outer
office door.

   It is Dr.  Anderson coming back.  Kaeli straightens up, with her ass
edge on my desk, as her dad comes to the office door.  She is biting her
lower lip and giving me a short smile when he comes around the door.  He
asks how things went, I tell him he has a wonderful young lady for a
daughter and that she is a pleasure to have around.  I then add that Kaeli
mentioned she might be willing to help me with some of the lesson plan
activities I had been designing for a workbook I was hoping to publish. 
Anderson's eyebrows rise in wonder; he turns to her and remarks that he is
a bit surprised, but happy, that she is going to assist.  He then reminds
her that he told her she would like me.  She smiles and heads to the table
and collects up her things.  She whispers something to her dad and he says
it is a great idea, turns to me and says, "Kaeli would like us to invite
you over for dinner sometime next week."

   I readily accept the invitation and as soon as Anderson turns away from
me; Kaeli gives me a smile and averts her eyes downward.  They leave.  I
have to sit down to collect my thoughts.  What had just happened?  Was it
real?  Anderson's daughter?  I collect my gear and head out to the car. 
Now I have something else to contemplate on the drive.

   Driving the Pike

   I get into the car and my cell rings, it's Jimmy.  He's wondering if I
am on my way yet and I tell him that I am about to pull out of the parking
lot.  I ask if I should bring anything and he says to give him a call when
I got closer to Dayton.  Then, he springs it on me; he tells me that
Diane's sister, Marianna, and her kids, are going to be at the party on
Saturday.  God, the only one I hate more than Diane is her sister,
Marianna. Jimmy and I refer to her as Jabba the Cunt!  She is such a
grossly fat bitch that the sight of her is tough to handle.  To top it off,
she thinks she's hot.

   Thirteen years ago, when she wasn't so repulsive she married one hell of
a great guy named Mark.  When I met him, I instantly liked him.  It is
tough to explain; we didn't have much in common, but we enjoyed each
other's company.  They had three kids and seemed to be doing OK, when one
day the news came that he had been killed by a rifle shot while working in
the garden next to their house.  They lived in a semi-rural area, so, maybe
it was an accident.  Six months later, Marianna and some scumbag ex-con,
were arrested for his murder.  They were only able to convict her of
conspiracy while the guy was put away for life.  With one single act she
destroyed two men.  Marianna was sentenced to four years in prison; they
told the kids, a girl and two younger boys, that she had to go away to
college.  Eventually, she managed to get released early.  Since her
release, I have been mostly able to avoid contact with her.

   The thing is; if Marianna is going to be there, then Anna Maria, her
daughter will be there as well.  Anna Maria will be fourteen by now.  They
have been in California for over three years.  The last time I saw her, in
person, she was eleven.

   Anna Maria

   The last time I saw Anna Maria, it was just after her mom's release from
prison.  We were all living in Cleveland at the time.  Jimmy, and his
family, was living in the old house on Mason Street.  He decided to upgrade
his above ground pool and asked me to help.  I was on Spring Break from
teaching, and more than happy to help.  For years, the kids had one of
those three-foot high, soft-sided circular pools and Jimmy decided to
replace it with a good old-fashioned, round, four foot deep, rigid
above-ground pool.

   We spend a week together digging out and prepping the site; putting
together all of the pieces for the frame, and consuming a fair amount of
beer.  We throw together a simple deck for the pool and design it so it
could eventually extend around the whole pool.  We spend hours getting the
base ready with a six-foot deep area in the center.  We lay in an extra
duty liner, smooth it all out and begin adding water Thursday night.  On
Friday evening, Jimmy does the first cannon ball into the pool and I follow
him right in.  His kids are next and the fun begins.

   On Saturday, Marianna and her kids show up for the grand opening, along
with most of Diane's family.  Thankfully, Marianna's piece of shit
boyfriend, Eddie, isn't there.  I can't stand that pasty-faced asshole.  He
epitomizes what the girls in school call a creeper.  I excuse myself and
spend a good part of Saturday visiting a couple of bars and a few of the
tittie-places over near the airport.  I make it back to the house, around
four in the afternoon, just as Jimmy is starting up the grill.  I am
feeling good from the day's beers and a bit randy from the two lap dances I
had bought.  Jimmy tells me the kids want me in the pool; then as an aside
he says it would be a good way to avoid dealing with Diane's family.

   I make my way past all the assholes, faking greetings, left and right,
as I head for the bathroom to get changed.  One exception among the group
is Diane's oldest brother, Dave.  We get along alright and he even gets
some work for me in the summers with his contracting business.  I have
never been too sure what to make of him; but he does have the most
impressive porno collection I have ever laid eyes on and he is good at
lending some of it out.  Somehow he keeps his fat wife, Edie, happy; plays
the field, and seems to make more money than his business accounts for.  He
wants to know if I am up for some fishing on the lake this summer, to which
I readily agree.  He also says he wants to talk some business with me when
I got a chance.

   "Next week OK?"

   "Sure, just give me a call; I need an excuse to get out of the office."

   I get to the bathroom, change and move just as quickly past everyone as
I make my way to the pool.

   There is quite a group in there and when I stand at the edge my nephews
begin a chant of "cannonball, cannonball ..." I don't disappoint.  Then
begins a series of kids being thrown around the pool and underwater attacks
on each other that make the waters roil.  I am slowing down and move over
to side with my niece, Jan, and her ever cute cousin, Anna Maria, Jabba's
daughter.  Jan gives me a hug and asks me to let her dive off my shoulders.
I submerge; she climbs aboard and stands on my shoulders.  Soon enough she
is high in the air as I stand up and then she leaps for the middle of the
pool.  When I turn to Anna Maria and ask her if she wants to jump, she
demurely declines.  She tells me she isn't a very good swimmer and is
really scared of the water.

   Anna Maria is an exceptionally beautiful child and has developed into an
even more attractive tween.  She has lightly streaked blonde, shoulder
length hair; brown, but somewhat hazel eyes, and a gentle little mouth.  I
can tell that she was wearing make-up before getting in the pool.  Being
early in the season her skin is still fairly white with the slightest hint
of a tan starting.  She is wearing a teal colored bikini with various red
outline flower designs and stripes.  The bra is the tie-on type; her
budding breasts are just starting to stretch the capacity of the little
cups making her little erect nipples readily apparent.  The wet fabric
clings to her skin and the cool water is having the natural effect.

   The front of her bikini bottoms has horizontal stripes and the rear is
plain teal.  You can tell it was last year's suit for the fit is just a bit
too tight for her developing body.  At that moment, the boys assault us
with repeated splashing.  I turn my back to them and she quickly moves in
close to me, so that I am blocking the splashing from getting at her.  She
is squealing and shaking as she comes closer into me; I put my arm around
her and hold her close.  She puts her hands on my hips and presses in
closer to avoid the splashes of water.  She is so small, her head barely
reaches my chest.  I bend down a bit to cover her and protect her from the
splashes.  She looks up and pleads, "Please don't let me go Uncle Mike." I
say I will never let anything happen to her.

   My nephews are laughing and splashing away.  I pull up and back a bit,
look down at her, smile and say with a laugh, "Come on lets go get them!" I
heft her up with my left arm and place her on my hip.  Her legs open and
she draws them tight.  I dive to my right directly at my nephews and land
between them, scattering them.  Anna Maria squeals with delight!  I make
sure to keep her head above water.  I head to the middle of the pool and
across to the other side as quickly as possible.  She is hanging on for
dear life, laughing and squealing as I bound through the water.  I notice
that she has begun to grind harder and further into my side, pulling
herself ever tighter with her legs.  She buries her face in the crook of my
neck, rotates ever so slightly to the front and presses herself completely
against my bare upper body.  As we reach the other side she releases her
grip around my neck, but, keeps her legs locked around my waist.

   I slowly turn to face the boys while she loosens her legs and slides
around behind me, squeezing between me and the side of the pool; her hands
are on my shoulders and her body against my back.  I can feel Anna Maria
slowly sliding back and forth across my back; her little breasts feel rock
hard against my back.  I can sense her erect nipples pressing against me as
well.  She is shifting back and forth to see around either side of my head,
looking out for the deadly nephews; as well as exciting the both of us with
her movements against me.  I realize I am starting to get excited, my dick
is starting to stir; God!  I hope no one will notice!

   She whispers in my right ear "Save me, Uncle Mike, save me."

   I say, "Hang on beautiful, I'll never let them get you."

   With that, she clings on to my neck and I drive forward at my nephews
raising a wall of water that drives them back.  It looks to the world like
they are having more fun than me, but I know better.  We end up next to the
deck and out of sight of anyone not in the pool.

   Diane calls for everyone to get out of the pool and get ready for
dinner. The boys and girls bound up the ladder and out of the pool.  Anna
Maria and I both hang back until they are all safely away from us.  She
begins to relax her grip around my neck and I slowly turn to face her.  She
is radiant.

   She smiles at me and says, "You're my Prince, aren't you?  You saved me,
you called me beautiful, it's just like it is in the movies right?"

   "That's right, I'll be your Prince but you have to be my Princess.  You
want to be my secret Princess?"

   She hesitates a moment and says, "We will always have our secrets;
you've always been so good to me.  I wish you were my father or husband, or
something ..."

   "If you are my Princess, then I'll be anything you want.  Remember, I
will always protect you!"

   With that, I feel a slight tremor run through her.  She reaches around
me and draws closer; there was no avoiding the fact that I was semi-erect.
She comes closer and makes contact with my dick.  She hesitates a moment
and begins to adjust herself so that my dick is pressed upward towards my
belly.

   She looks at me, smiles, and says, "You really do like me, don't you?"

   "Princess, more than you could ever know."

   With that she pulls herself upward and gives me a kiss.  It is a
platonic kiss, with her lips pursed tightly; she doesn't know any better. I
kiss her back and pull away.  I place my hand alongside her face, take my
thumb and gently strum it along her bottom lip, "You have to loosen up your
lips, abit, keep them just slightly apart and soft."

   I lean forward and we have a proper kiss.  She makes it soft, and soon
it becomes more passionate.  Our tongues lightly flit at one point and I
can feel her tremble ever so slightly.  By now, she has her body fully
pressed against me and starts to grind against my now fully engorged dick.

   I realize that not only will we soon be missed; but also that I am
getting far too worked up.  So I lift her by her waist to a seated position
on the deck.  She ends up with her spread legs just below my chest level.
Her bikini bottom clings to her and the force of my lifting has caused a
perfect camel-toe to form between her legs.  The bulge of her vulva and the
outline of her cleft are detailed.  I pause to get a better look.  She is
painfully pretty, sitting there looking at me.  "C'mon Uncle Mike, let's go
eat."

   I tell her no, that I want to stay in the pool a little longer.  She
looks quizzically at me and I say, "With the state you have me in I need to
calm down or it will be too embarrassing."

   I push away and float on my back with a prominent bulge in my shorts.

   She looks, laughs, and says, "Don't be long; I want to sit with you at
dinner."

   I watch her walk away; her bikini bottom is plastered against her ass,
like a second skin, as though there is no cloth covering her.  The most
impressive aspect of my view, at least to me, is the crotch gap the girl
has.  Her legs are long and lean and the gap has to be at least an inch in
width.  After a few steps, she stops and runs her fingers around the edges
pulling the fabric away and adjusting the bottom to its normal state.  I
can only sigh at the sight.

   I float in the pool using a couple of noodles for buoyancy.  Once at the
far edge, I can look out and see the back porch.  The assholes are all
there having drinks and laughing at their same old stale jokes.  I get out
of the pool as the kids are gathering to eat their meals.

   Anna Maria has changed into a simple light red dress with, what looks
like, a black leopard print.  She has on an oversized beaded necklace and
loose black boots.  My lord, the girl has her own style.  The boys have
taken the seats on either side of her already; so, I give her a shrug of my
shoulders and head to the bathroom to change.

   Once in the bathroom I start to get changed when I notice all the
various bathing suits hanging on the tub rack and there it is, a pretty
little flowered teal bikini.  I can't take my eyes off it!  I lift the
bottoms up off the rack and run my hands all over them.  I sniff them; I
reach my tongue out and taste them.  There really isn't any specific taste,
but, the thought of where they had been is making my mind reel.  I take the
bra, invert it and suck on the inside of the little cups, imagining my
Princess's little tits in them.  I am getting more excited with each
exploration of the bikini.  I scan the bottoms to see if there are any
traces of hair, but I find none.  I place the bottoms over my head, with
the crotch at my mouth, and play with the bra in my left hand.  My right
hand finds my again erect cock and I start to jerk-off.  I know I am a
pathetic sight but the urge is too great and the feeling is just amazing!

   With every lick of the bottom, my excitement grows.  Just as I am about
to cum, I drop the bra on to the edge of the tub, take the panties from my
head and place the crotch over the head of my cock.  That is all I can
take! I explode in an orgasm with my mind full of the sights, sounds, and
tastes of Anna Maria.  I move and arch over the edge of the tub, so that
excess cum will not shoot out or spill on the floor.  With each heave of my
cock her little bikini bottoms are covered, more and more, with my cum.  As
I begin to relax, I set the bottoms in the tub and reach for the bra.  I
squeeze out the last cum strings from my dick into the little cups of the
bikini top.  I start the shower and give each bikini piece a light rinse,
after I work as much of my cum into the fabric as possible.  I return the
used suit to the tub rack and take a quick shower.

   I head out to the back porch and make a plate for myself.  I sit at the
table with the others, and, as luck would have it, the chair next to me is
empty.  Very shortly, Anna Maria is sitting there and she plays a game of
trying to steal some of my dinner.

   Marianna laughingly says, "You better look out or you'll have a new
girlfriend Mike."

   Before I can answer, Anna Maria looks at her mother and says, "Eeyoo
mom, that's gross!" At the same time, under the table, her foot crosses
over, and against, my leg where she fiddles it around my leg for a bit.

   The others begin to make plans for the evening.  All the boys will spend
the night at Dave's for the video games; the girls will stay here so as not
have to be around the boys.

   The, now free, parents are trying to decide what to do.  I join in and
comment that I had a great time at Lakeside Lanes last Saturday.  Well,
that does it; bowling is the plan.  Jimmy loves bowling and I can see the
pain in his face that he can't go.

   I look over and say, "Jimmy, you go ahead, I'll look after the little
ones; I'll just crash in the boys' room."

   For the next half hour he must have asked me every other minute if I was
OK with watching the girls.  I tell him time and again that all is fine and
to go and have fun.  As they leave, he says he will call later and let me
know when they'll be back.  Anna Maria hangs around in the background
keeping an eye on all the activity, and occasionally, brushing past me.  I
can feel the excitement beginning to build.

   I am left with my niece, two other cousins and Anna Maria.  They play
cards, chat, go off to Jan's room for a while, and eventually end up in
front of the TV watching some drivel on MTV.  Anna Marie is discreetly
teasing me the whole time.  She brushes against me, plays some footsies,
and gives me discreet smiles and winks.  Of course, despite my attempts to
resist, my attention is almost totally riveted on her.  I know she can feel
my eyes watching her.  While all the girls are on the floor in front of the
TV; and I am behind them on the couch, she treats me to repeated
opportunities to see up her dress.  She is wearing simple white cotton
panties, which do the trick for me.  A couple of times she sits up, turns
to face me and pulls her legs up to her chest; another, she sits with her
legs spread apart and pulled up.  Glimpses of her thighs when her dress
rides up and she is on her stomach watching TV; the view when she lifts her
ass up off the floor ... are all driving me nuts.

   I reach my limit, grab the book I had brought and head to the kitchen
table to read.  The girls quiet down, and after a short while, I head back
in and tell them it is time to get ready for bed.  After a short round of
objections, they obediently march off to Jan's room.

   Anna Marie, standing right in front of me asks, "Even me, Uncle Mike?"

   I turn her in the direction of the hallway and say, "Yes, my Princess,
even you." I give her the lightest palm across the butt as I can manage;
with my index finger finding its way further under her ass and pushing up
towards her crotch.  She lifts up onto her toes and scurries away to the
room.  Shortly afterwards a parade of sleepy little girls come out to give
me kisses and hugs goodnight.  Anna Marie is last in line, wearing a simple
cloth Disney Princess nightshirt that hangs to her knees.  I don't want to
let go when she hugs me and I make sure to hang on for an extra second. 
She gives as full a body hug as she can and manages to sneak a kiss on my
neck.

   I change into my sleeping gear, settle into the corner of the couch, and
turn on some mindless movie as I recount the day's events in my mind.  The
noise from the girl's room quiets and then stops all together.  The sense
of a house asleep takes over.  I am sitting on the left end of the couch
away from the hallway, near the window to the backyard with my right leg
tucked under me.  I am leaning to the left, on the armrest and looking out
the window while the movie plays.  Absent-mindedly I begin to run my hand
along my cock while thinking of Anna Maria.  As I grow harder, I grasp it
and give it a pull or two, increasing the growing pleasure.

   I'm really not mentally present when I hear Anna Maria's sweet voice
from the hallway door.  "Uncle Mike, I can't sleep."

   I surprise myself by not flinching; although, she is looking at me the
whole time I am stroking myself.  I simply reach out my right arm and say,
"Come over here with me."

   She comes right over and curls up under my arm.  I instinctively lean
her way and bring her into a one-arm hug.  She has her legs tucked under
her and she is partially turned into me with her head almost on my chest.
At first, her arms are folded: but, she lets her right arm drape in front
of me.

   "So, why can't you sleep?"

   "I kept thinking about you and how you kissed me."

   I pull her closer and say, "I kissed you like that because I meant it."

   She puts her right hand on my thigh and looks up at me, "Kiss me again."

   We shift to face each other, and we do, we kiss long and hard.  My hands
roam around her back; I reach down and caress her ass.  I can feel that she
isn't wearing her panties.  She shifts to give me more room; her right leg
comes up and provides a gateway to the heaven between her legs.  I send my
hand down and under, slowly pulling her nightshirt up, and my finger tips
lightly run along her soft full slit.  I feel back and forth and, with each
stroke, she rises up a bit and settles back down.  There is a softness to
her pussy that can't be described.  I work my fingers further into her
slit; I can feel the gathering moisture and warmth of her petite pussy.  My
concentration is such that, at first, I don't notice that her hand has made
its way to my cock and she is starting to stroke me.

   I pull back and face her, "Are all the girls asleep?"

   "Yes, I waited for everyone to fall asleep because I wanted to play with
myself with no one knowing.  I was thinking of you and decided to come out
here.  Before I left the room I turned the light on and off and no one
moved."

   "You were touching yourself and thinking about me?"

   Demurely, almost embarrassed, she replies, "Yes, I was thinking about
you kissing me in the pool and I just started rubbing myself, it felt so
good ... is that OK?"

   I need a moment to take this in and say, "Oh yes, baby doll.  As a
matter of fact I want you to think about me and play with yourself.  I know
I will think about you."

   Eyes wide, "Really?  You would think about me?"

   "Anna, I already have; earlier, after I got out of the pool and went to
the bathroom to change.  I started thinking about our kiss also; I saw your
bikini and imagined you being there with me."

   "Did you?  ... you know ..."

   "Jerk off?  ... of course and it was wonderful.  Don't ever be ashamed
of masturbating, honey."

   "I like that you were thinking about me ... I want you to do it more ...
maybe sometime we could do it together ..."

   "I think I have a better idea, my Princess."

   I get up, take her hand and head us across the house to my brother's
room.  Their bed is usually unmade and I figure no one would notice if it
is slightly used.  I sit on the edge of the bed with Anna Maria standing in
front of me.  I hold her in my arms, she arches her back and pushes up into
me, and we kiss again.  I am continuing my explorations when she pulls
back, places her hands on my chest and pushes me down on the bed half
falling on top of me.  Her hands move down my torso to the waistband of my
shorts.  She begins pulling my shorts down.  She reaches in and takes my
hard dick into her right hand.  I decide to help and get my shorts off the
rest of the way.

   She seems amazed at the sight of my partially erect cock.  She can
barely close her hand around its girth as she begins stoking it.  Her left
hand then comes into play and the sensations that shoot through me remind
me of the first time a girl had touched my cock.  Her hands are soft on my
dick, as they flow over the skin.  She doesn't grab on too hard: but,
rather, keeps a warm pressure as she strokes from the base up to bulge of
the head and back down.  She doesn't strike me as an amateur in these
matters.

   "Have you done this before?"

   "No, not me, myself: we've sneaked some of Uncle Dave's movies and I've
watched them.  I think I know what to do.  Am I doing this right?"

   "Oh yes, you're doing this part just right.  Keep stroking me and see
how big it can get.  You've seen this sort of thing on video?"

   She continues stroking me and says, "Oh yeah, a couple of times.  Cousin
Jeanne says this is called a hand job, (she now looks away from my cock and
into my eyes while continuing to work my cock) and she said if you really
like or love someone, or if you really want something from a guy really
bad, you can also give him a blowjob."

   "You ... you know about blowjobs?"

   "Well, sort of.  I haven't done it: but, I want to try with you because
you're my secret Prince and you saved me today ... Uncle Mike ... please
... can I?"

   There is no hesitation in me; I want this, I say, "Go right ahead, but I
want to sit up a bit to watch.  Slide down off the bed and onto your
knees."

   She does as instructed and ends up with my now erect dick right at the
level of her mouth.  "Go on, give it soft kisses all over and then use your
tongue on it like you used your tongue with my tongue."

   She softly kisses the head of my dick, opens her mouth a bit, sticks out
her tongue and begins licking around the head.  I guide the head to circle
her tongue and she understands.  Her tongue comes out further and flatter
and begins to roll over the head, under and around.  I can't help but groan
in pleasure which encourages her to try harder.  I thrust forward a bit and
push the top of the head into her mouth.  She looks at me with wide eyes
and proceeds to take the entire head into her mouth.

   She needs a bit of guidance with this new skill.  She learns to take as
much of my dick into her mouth as possible by sucking it in and maintaining
the pressure as she slides her mouth on the shaft.  She learns to vary her
sucks in intensity and duration.  I have her use her hands on my shaft to
increase the contact area and provide quick strokes when she is
concentrating more on the head.

   She pulls back in surprise and asks, "Uncle Mike, did you just have your
cum?"

   I'm not sure what she is talking about until I notice a small amount of
pre-cum seeping from my head.  "Something came out and I could taste it, it
wasn't much."

   She's smiling, her right hand wrapped around my shaft, with her cheek
pressed up against my dick, slowly moving until her lips are upon the drop
of pre-cum and gently licking it up with her tongue while keeping her eyes
on me.

   That alone almost does me in; but, I can't resist a little fun.  I take
her head in my hand and ask, "Didn't Jeanne tell you about pre-cum?"

   "No, she never mentioned it."

   "Well, that shows you that she's never done anything like this and has
never been with a man; you are so much more mature than her." The satisfied
smile she gives me is worth the restraint.  "The pre-cum is like a
lubricant; you know, some slippery stuff so that a man can get his dick
into a girl's pussy quicker and easier."

   She giggles at the pussy word.  She glances at my dick in her hand and
asks, "Uncle Mike, are you going to try and get into my ... pussy?  ... I'm
not sure it would fit ..."

   I feel a wave of emotion sweep over me.  Man, I love this girl!  "Honey,
we'll figure that out later.  Right now you come up here and kiss me."

   I lift her up and on top of me as I lay back down on the bed.  Her smell
is that of freshness and little girl.  There is no specific aroma, just a
delicate heady female muskiness.  She giggles when she feels my dick
between her legs.  She snuggles back a bit so it presses right up against
her.  I reach down and start to pull her nightshirt up and over her head.
She sits up a bit, lifts her arms and allows me to have her completely
undressed.  I have her sit up a bit more to provide me a full view.  She
has the start of tan lines around her little tits.  Her tits are mostly
nipples; but, the start of development is definitely there.  The areoles
are a tint of pink and her little nipples are nice and erect.  I play with
them for a short while and try to run my hands over every available inch of
her skin.

   I lean her back to get a view of the pussy I've only felt and seen with
a bathing suit bottom plastered to it.  She leans back on her hands and
spreads to expose herself.  She watches me closely as I slide my hand down
her body.  My imagination has not done her justice.  With her flat stomach,
the pubic mound is very prominent.  It is creamy white except for the
redness around her slit.  She has a dusting of light soft hair, barely
perceptible to the naked eye.  I open the slit, exposing two beautiful pink
petals and a darker clitoral hood.  There is evidence of moisture and an
emerging aroma of female lubrication.  Definitely, as pretty as a picture!

   I bring her forward and kiss her deep and long.  I begin to sit up and
guide her back down to kneeling in front of me.  I gather her blonde hair
behind her head and place her face directly in front of my dick and guide
her towards me.

   "Now, you need to finish what you started, young lady.  You're going to
suck my dick with all of your might, and when I cum, you're going swallow
all of it, understand?"

   Her mouth is already over the head and all she can do is look up, mumble
a yes and nod her head.  She begins to work me as she has been told
earlier. I keep a gentle hand on her head and assist her in finding the
right spots.  I am starting to become lost in the sensations when the phone
rings.

   Shit!  I don't need anyone waking up!  I quickly grab the phone, its
Jimmy, "Hey man, how `ya doing?"

   I look down at Anna Maria holding my dick looking up at me, "I'm doing
fine bro, everything is great." I take my free hand and guide her back to
her work.

   "Well, we've had a bit too much so we're going to Marianna's to crash,
is that OK?  Have the girls been good?"

   "Everything here is going smoothly.  Anna Maria has kept me up a bit
longer than planned but that's fine.  Don't worry one bit; just stay off
the roads, you can't risk a DUI."

   "OK Micky, we'll see you in the morning.  Don't let Anna Maria take
advantage of you."

   "Not to worry.  See you in the morning."

   She hasn't missed a beat and soon I am beginning to feel euphoric again.
The sensation is outstanding; but the visual, the sight of a beautiful
eleven year-old knobbing your dick is just too much to for anyone bear for
long.  I keep watching ...

   I don't last much longer.  I feel the pressure building, "faster,
faster..." I command and she obeys.  I have reached the point where I have
no control, it's going to happen, "get ready, I'm going to cum ..." She
straightens up a bit and gives me a look that is a combination of
excitement and fear.

   This is it!  I shoot my first load deep in her mouth.  She is surprised
and unsure what to do, "Keep stroking me" I grunt at her as I slide my dick
out of her mouth in time to shoot my second load diagonally across the
bridge of her nose to just above her left eye.  She reflexively jerks
backs, I press her head back into position.

   "Keep stroking and open your mouth!" The third shot lands right under
her nose on her upper lip, followed by the fourth load right into her
mouth. "Suck it!  Suck it all out of me!"

   Obediently, she takes my convulsing dick into her mouth and accepts the
last shots.  I exhale and take hold of my dick, pull it out from her mouth
and say, "Now swallow all of it." Again, she immediately obeys.

   It takes her two tries, but she eventually clears her mouth.  "Now, for
your face, use your hands." She starts gathering the jizz from her face,
sucking and licking her fingers as she gathers it all up.  "There's a
little left in my dick, use your hand to milk it out ... slowly ... slowly,
yeah, there you are." She takes the last of my cum with a kiss to the tip
of my dick and a quick swallow.

   I take her up by the arms and lay her next to me on the bed.  She looks
at me in a different sort of way, I ask, "Are you OK?"

   "Yeah, how about you?" Then it occurs to me, she has no idea if what she
did for me was good or not.

   I pull her in close; give her a gentle kiss and say, "That was one of
the greatest things that has ever happened to me!  You were great!  You are
so good, I can't even explain it.  I've never felt so good."

   She smiles and suddenly comes to life, "Really?  Did I do it right?  I
couldn't believe it when you shot your stuff in my mouth, I thought I was
going to choke, then you pulled out, and, and I could actually see it
happening!  My god!  It was unreal ... I loved it!  You should have seen
the look on your face!  I couldn't tell if you were hurting or really very
happy!  ... Was that an orgasm?"

   "Oh yes, it was and you did it, you made me cum; my God girl you're so
beautiful and sexy." We kiss again.  She wraps both arms around my neck and
pulls me tighter.  When she starts to make quiet little noises from deep in
her throat, I know what I have to do.

   I release her and lay her on her back next to me.  She is gorgeous,
timid and yet pleased with herself; I run my right hand down along her
stomach, following the slight upward curve and downward to her mound.  I
take great care to avoid touching her labia or the hood of her clit.  I
outline her vulva with my thumb and forefinger and run my hand along the
inside of her right thigh down to her knee.  I reverse course and slowly
make my way back to her little pussy; I again outline the erogenous zone
and make my way to her other thigh and repeat the movements again.  She
begins to squirm and actually lifts her butt up and tries to direct herself
to my hand on my return trip.  I avoid the direct contact as my hand makes
its way up to her left breast.

   I crook her tiny tit between my thumb and forefinger, and start a slow
circular motion around the base with the tip of my thumb, slowly working
inward to the areola.  The breast is soft to the touch, but very firm in
structure; the tiny pink nipple is growing stiffer with each circle of my
thumb.  Her breathing is becoming deeper as she starts the slightest of
squirms, moving closer and closer to me.  I lean over and give her left
nipple the most delicate of kisses and am rewarded with a low moan and a
reflexive jerk that takes her nipple away from my mouth.

   I lean forward more and this time take her entire immature breast into
my mouth and begin to suckle on her little titty.  Now, my right hand is
pinching and rolling her left nipple around.  Her reaction is phenomenal.
Her back is starting to arch, her head is thrown back; she directs my head
with one hand, and my hand with the other.  I shift my mouth from the left
to the right tit and let my right hand venture down to her crotch.  This
time I don't bother with teasing her pussy.  I cup her crotch with my hand.
The base of my thumb is resting on her clit while my middle finger explores
further south, circling and tickling her asshole.  She begins to moan and
writhe around in a rhythmic manner.  Her legs are spreading further and
further; inviting the attention.  I let go of her tit and pull away and
watch the virginal throes of real first-time passion.  I press my hand a
little more forcefully and cause her to lift her ass off the bed, hold her
there for a moment and then bring her back down.  I repeat this a few
times, watching her the entire time.  Her eyes are partially closed and I
can see her eyes rolling back a little in their sockets; her breathing is
deeper and begins to fall in rhythm with my hand movements.

   I release her and slide down the length of her body.  I take time to
cover her in kisses as I move along.  She whispers, "Uncle Mike ...Uncle
Mike..." I quietly shush her.  I am now even with her crotch, sidle over a
bit and work my head under and between her legs.  Her legs are on my
shoulders and her feet on my back.  God, she's so small!  Her spread legs
cause her pussy to slightly open and there, in front of me, is the heaven I
had earlier fantasized about.  I run my tongue around the edges of her
pussy a couple of times before I gently work it into the slit and begin an
up and down licking over and through the labia.  I hold her ass in my hands
and lift her when I need a better angle.  She is responding wonderfully, I
can feel myself getting hard once again and have to shift a bit for
comfort.

   I kiss and suck her labia until they extend out enough to create the
vision of a newly budded flower.  I can tell that she is still intact and I
already know she will stay that way tonight.

   I work the tip of my tongue up and into the hood over her clit.  At
first contact she bucks and tries to push away, I thrust forward, cup her
ass more firmly and force contact again.  I flit and dart my tongue around
and over her clit.  I switch and kiss it; gently sucking it between my
lips. My Princess is now on the verge, her breathing is heavy and sweet;
soft guttural sounds are coming from somewhere deep inside her.  Her hips
begin to buck up, down and forward into me in a grinding motion.  She is
pressing into my face and I am lost in her heady aroma and slick pussy
juice.  I keep trying to keep my tongue and mouth focused, and it's quite a
wonderful battle.

   Eventually her legs stiffen and clamp around my head.  She shudders,
shakes, arches her back and drives her pussy further into my face.  She
lets out a cry and drops back to the bed.  She has three more spasms while
I lay between her legs watching her pussy.  I give her pussy a long deep
kiss and gather up whatever juices are available.  This brings on another
quiver and shake; she is reaching down for my head saying, "Uncle Mike ...
Uncle Mike ... come here."

   I edge up alongside her, crock my left arm under her neck and we lay
facing each other.  She reaches with her left hand to the back of my head
and draws me to her.  She gives me a deep, loving kiss; emitting soft moans
while she draws herself closer and closer.  She hooks her left leg up and
over me and pulls in tighter.  We cling to each other even after we break
our kiss.  I caress her back, down to her ass; she has her right arm bent
in between us, her left arm around my neck and her left leg over my side.
She begins to move back downward, takes my half-erect dick into her left
hand and begins to slowly caress it back to life.

   She looks up at me and says, "Uncle Mike, there's something I want; so,
how about I do something for you and you do something for me?"

   I stop her and pull her back up.  "Honey, you never need to do anything
for me for me to help you.  I don't want you making this sort of deal with
anyone, understand?"

   She is a little subdued and says, "I guess so ... you mean you'll help
me ... for nothing in return?"

   "We do things, all sorts of things, for each other not because of what
we'll get in return, but because we want to give to each other ... it's not
payment, it's giving, like giving special gifts to those who are special to
us.  You have to be very selective whom you decide to honor in such a way.
Do you understand what I'm saying?"

   "I think so; my mom always says to make sure you get something back
whenever you do something for someone."

   With a touch more seriousness, I look at her and say, "Anna Maria, you
are not your mother; she's completely wrong, and selfish ... tell me, what
is it you want?"

   She steadily replies, "I want Eddie to leave me alone.  My mom doesn't
believe what he has been trying to do and then blames me.  Can you make him
stop?"

   I am already envisioning what will happen to Eddie and exactly how it
will happen.  I look her in the eyes and say, "Consider it already done; he
will never bother you again."

   With that she smiles, pulls in tight once again and asks, "Uncle Mike,
are we going to do it now?  Are we going to make love?"

   "No, we're not; I really want to, but now is not the time.  You have to
find someone very special for this to be right and right now, I think you
need to be at least a few years older."

   "But Uncle Mike, I want you to be the one!  ... pleeeease ... let's do
it!"

   "Listen, trust me on this.  I will be the one, if you want me to, hell,
I would be the happiest man on earth ... but not tonight, and not for a
while.  Just stay here with me a little longer and then we have to get back
to bed, it's pretty late right now."

   She makes her best grumpy face and says, "OK"

   After a moment she looks up at me and asks, "Uncle Mike, do ... you love
me?" Adding, "Not like an uncle ... do you love me?"

   "Princess, I love you deeply.  More than anyone else."

   With that she curls up in my arms, breaths a contented sigh, and slowly
begins to drift off.  Before I fall asleep I get her dressed and off to the
girls' room.  I check Jimmy's room, to clear any evidence, and make my way
to the boys' room for some sleep.

   The following morning I awaken to the sounds of little girls giggling
and going about morning business.  I come out of the boys' room, through
the living room and to the kitchen entry to find Jan and her two cousins
eating their breakfast and dressed for today's church camp.

   "Uncle Mike, do you want any cereal?"

   "I'll pass for now, you guys got everything under control?"

   "Yes we do!  Dad said he would be home in time to get us to church. 
Anna is still asleep, she must really be tired; but, that's OK because she
doesn't go to our church group anyway."

   "OK, in that case, I'm going to catch a few more Zs."

   I plod back to the bedroom side of the house.  I can't resist taking a
peek into the girls' room.  There she is, face down, turned away from me,
with her arm around some sort of over-sized stuffed animal, and her
beautiful panty encased ass exposed as her night shirt had ridden up to her
waist.  She now has a pair of silky light blue panties on that cling to her
like a second skin.  I can only sigh as I close the door and go back to
bed.

   I doze off, a bit, but my mind keeps going back to the previous day's
activities.  I am kind of surprised that my thoughts center on her face and
hair; she is so damn pretty!  I can't help but stroke my cock gently when
thinking about her.  Even though she is eleven, she is one of the most
beautiful girls I have ever been with.

   Soon enough I hear Jimmy, Diane and the boys coming in the house.  I
brace myself and, within moments, I am attacked by my nephews and have no
choice but to wake up and defend myself.  I eventually wrestle both of them
to the ground and have them pinned.  I loved to make them cry uncle and
they do.  They want to know if I am coming to church with them; I fib and
say I worshipped last night.

   Jimmy is standing at the door and tells me that he and Diane are going
to Mass with the kids and are going to take the girls to church group.  It
will be about two hours and then they will be back.  He asks if I would
hang out a while until they got back.  He says that all of Diane's family
is coming over that afternoon.  Last night, Marianna told them that she is
going to move to take a job in Santa Monica, California in three weeks and
wants to tell everyone.  I tell him I can hang for a couple of hours; but,
I have to get home, at some point, to get my lessons ready for the week and
get some wash done.  He laughs and says "Sure, no problem.  You sure as
hell don't want to be around for the big cry!"

   I hang out in the kitchen and have my coffee as everyone gets ready and
ventures off to church, leaving me and my soon-to-be departed Princess home
alone.  I decide not to say anything specific; but, I have a special
good-bye in mind.

   I head into the girls' room with a cup of coffee for me and a glass of
juice for her.  She is awake and has rolled over, facing the door.  I put
the juice glass on the nightstand, take the desk chair to the foot of the
bed and sit down.

   She watches me sit and says, "Good morning, Uncle Mike.  You didn't go
to church?"

   "Nope.  I would rather spend my morning with you; you're my morning
sunshine today."

   She hops up from bed and says, "Hold on a minute, I'll be right back."

   She heads off to the bathroom and in a few minutes she is back and
sitting on the edge of the bed sipping her OJ.  She has pulled her hair
back, into a ponytail and is looking as cute as hell.

   "I was wondering about something young lady ..."

   She puts her glass down and folds her hands in her lap.  God, her legs
look wonderful!  She asks, "What is it?"

   "Last night you came out and told me you were touching yourself ...
thinking about me ... I want you to tell me about that."

   "Uncle Mike, no ... no way ... what do you mean?"

   I get up from the chair, walk up to her, gently take her shoulders and
lay her down on the bed.  I go back to the chair and say, "I want you to
show me how you play with yourself and I want you to look at me as you do
it.  I to see how you'll play with yourself and think about me when I'm not
with you."

   "OK, this is kind of weird ... but, I can do that.  You know, I was
thinking about you while I was waiting for everyone to leave."

   "Show me."

   With that she slowly moves her hands down to the hem of her night shirt
and pulls it up lifting her ass to make room for it.  Her hands are on her
flat stomach making slow circular motions with her fingers sliding under
the elastic top of her panties.

   "I want you to show me how you play with your tits first."

   "They're not that big, do you really want me to?"

   "Anna, I love your tits.  Your nipples are so pretty.  Play with them
and make them hard."

   "Only for you Uncle Mike, only for you." She says with a half grin.

   Her hand moves up and under her nightshirt until it is pulled all the
way up around her neck.  I motion for her to take it off and she does.  She
places her hands on her tits and starts squeezing them.  She tucks her chin
to see better and holds her hands flat with only her palms touching the
tips of her nipples.  She begins to slowly move them across her nipples
until they are as hard and erect as pencil erasers.  She is also starting
to move around on the bed as her physical reactions to the stimulations are
starting.

   She glances at me and says, "I'm imagining that you're playing with my
tits and making them hard ... I`m thinking that you would be kissing me as
you play with them." Her eyes partially close as her mouth slightly opens
and her tongue slowly moves about her lips.

   She keeps her right hand at her tits while she slides her left hand down
her stomach to her panties.  Her right hand moves to her mouth and she
begins kissing the back of her hand.  Her knees come off the bed a bit and
she spreads her bent legs outward, keeping her feet near each other.  Her
mound and slit are as plain as day through the thin delicate cloth of her
panties.

   Her hand moves downward, she splits her fingers around her mound and
gently lifts her butt so her hand can close up and cup her entire package.
She slides her hand back up and I can see the middle finger of her hand
move inward along her slit and work its way to the top to locate her clit.
I glance up to her face and she is looking directly at me as her hand
begins to work her clit in a slow up and down circular motion.  With every
downward motion, her ass just rises a little.

   I look her in the eyes and say, "Keep your hand outside your panties a
little longer and keep doing what you're doing."

   She never stops looking directly into my eyes, not even for a second. 
"When you're done, I'm going to want those panties for myself.  I'm going
to want them to be full of your Princess juices so that I can always get a
taste or smell of you whenever I want." She begins to work her fingers
harder, driving the cloth into her slit.  I can see the wet spot growing.

   I ease back in my chair and slide my shorts off.  Anna keeps her eyes on
me and then becomes fixated on my cock as it rises to half erect.  I take
my right hand and start to stroke myself.  I keep my eyes firmly looking
into hers as she shifts from looking at my eyes to watching me jerk off.  I
am now fully erect and it feels as though my dick has never been bigger.  I
take my left hand and begin to roll my balls around loosening up the sack
so they can have the proper hang.  When I do this, she smiles and says they
look funny.  I shush her and begin to make a bit of a production of
stroking my cock.  I have always enjoyed jerking off with a girl watching
and waiting for the eventual eruption but, this time there is something
more, it not just that she is joining me in the masturbation, there is
something else I can't identify.  It is something from the heart that I
haven't felt for a while.

   "Anna, take your panties off and give them to me." She does as
instructed and I place them on the floor with my shorts.  "Now, start
touching yourself like you really mean it, and I want you to keep watching
me."

   "Uncle Mike, look ..." She has her index finger placed just outside of
her pussy and slowly pushes it in up to the second knuckle; she brings it
back out and plunges it back in.  She rides her finger and keeps her thumb
in contact with her clit as best she can.

   I am amazed!  "But last night, you were still ..."

   "After you put me to bed I woke up and wanted more; I was playing with
myself and all of a sudden, I put my finger in.  It hurt for a second, but
then it felt good.  I pretended it was you inside me and I had another real
orgasm, like with you.  I had to clean up afterwards ... you need to help
me wash the blanket..."

   "We'll take care of everything ... now, tell you what; I'll imagine my
hand is your pussy and you imagine your finger is my dick."

   "OK, but will you put it in me?"

   "Maybe I will ... but, for now ... get back to what you were doing."

   She begins her movements and, before very long, is once again in a
heightened state.  I have to be careful; I can feel that I won't last too
long and don't want to spoil what I have in mind.  I slow down and watch; I
watch her every move, her facial contortions as sensations move through
her, the rhythmic writhing and grinding as her hands work her body, her
little tits and erect nipples, and, most of all, her face and eyes.  She is
the picture of youthful beauty.

   I stand and approach the bed; I kneel with my right leg above the top of
her head just off the pillow.  I lean to my left and take her hand away
from her pussy.  She surprises me by cradling my balls in her hand, turning
her head and kissing my sack.  I lean back a bit and let my left hand
caress her warm moist pussy.  I adjust myself so the head of my dick is
pointed directly at her mouth.  She knows what is expected and starts
sucking and stroking my dick with all the passion she can muster.  I begin
to play with her pussy, letting my fingers adjust and move to her motions.
When I flick the tip of my finger on her clit she lifts up, when I slow
down she drops back down, when I cup her vulva and squeeze in, she grinds
downward, as I release, she moves back up.

   I slide my hand upward until the tip of my index finger is drawing small
circles around her clit.  This has the result of her popping out a number
of small orgasmic jerks; I slide my finger down and inward, sending it deep
into her virgin pussy.  Her mouth comes off my dick and her eyes widen as
she gapes at me.  She didn't expect this.  I begin to move my finger in and
out of her tight, warm, virgin pussy.  Her breathing becomes shorter and
she keeps her wide-eyed look into my eyes.  She tries to say my name, but
her rapid breathing garbles her pronunciation.  I slow down and stop when
my finger is in at its deepest.  "Did you want something, beautiful?"

   She purrs, "Oooh, Uncle Mike, don't stop ... keep going ... ooooh Mike."


   I adjust my hand around so my palm is up and my finger can caress the
front of her vaginal wall.  I apply pressure there and slowly move the pad
of my finger along the inside of the silky sheath that is her pussy.  I
watch her carefully and then there it is!  Her eyes light up again and
almost immediately several small orgasmic pelvic thrusts erupt from her. 
My finger is on the spot in line with her clit.  I know nerve tendrils from
the clitoris spread out and around the vaginal wall at just this spot.  I
begin to work the inside of her pussy and stimulate the clit itself with my
thumb.  I keep my erection directly over her face and lower myself now and
then in order to smother her face with my dick and balls.  She does her
best to pay attention to my needs; but, the stimulation is having the
desired effects.  Her eyes begin to glaze and, then, roll back as she
arches up and back from my hand; her breathing becomes more rapid.  I
whisper to her, "C'mon sunshine, let it go, let it all go!  It's only me
and you.  No one else is here; let the feelings take you ..."

   She arches, one more time, and holds the position, I give her one last
squeeze from inside and out, and she lets out a deep guttural roar-type
sound as she clenches her legs on my hand.  She is in a full body quiver. I
have never seen anything quite like this before.  My hand is trapped
between her legs as her pussy contracts and pulsates on my imprisoned
finger.  When she loosens up, I get my hand out and use both arms to wrap
her in an embrace, as she quivers out the last jerks and thrusts of her
orgasm.

   I lay her down on the bed and straddle her chest.  Her arms are resting
on my thighs.  I begin to stroke my dick just inches from her face and she
says, "It's mine, kind Prince, you're all mine ..." She takes it by both
hands, lifts her head and takes as much in as her little mouth can manage.
She works furiously, stroking with her hands, as well as sucking and
knobbing.  She takes it out and rubs it all over her face and says, "I love
your dick, Uncle Mike ... I could just eat it ..." With that and a smile
she takes it in again.

   That is it for me!  I tense, and every muscle seems to contract.  I can
feel the build up from deep inside and then the orgasmic ejaculation ... I
realize I am making the sounds I make when working with the heavy weights
in the gym.  I let loose!  This feels wonderful ... an amazing sensation! I
watch as cum begins to escape from her mouth as I convulse and spew load
after load.  She is having trouble breathing as her mouth is being filled
with my cum and I keep thrusting my dick deeper and deeper into her mouth.
I ease off a bit, collect myself and pull my cock out of her mouth.  She
catches her breath, which causes a load of cum to run down either side of
her cheeks.  She swallows, and she coughs as she tries to clear her throat
for air; just then, I have the last convulsion of ejaculation and it falls
directly into her open mouth.

   I slide down to lie face to face with her and do something I have never
done before: I dive right in and kiss her cum covered lips and French her
cum covered tongue.  It is an odd sensation.  I have tasted cum once before
(another story), but never my own.  I use my tongue to clean up what has
spilled and direct it back to her mouth where she dutifully consumes every
last drop.  We lay there, staring at each other, holding each other tight
and she says, "Uncle Mike, what are we going to do?"

   I reply, "Well, first we're going to take a shower, get some stuff in
the wash, have something to eat and, then we'll talk about what we should
do, OK?"

   She is very pleased with this suggestion.  As she heads off to the
bathroom, she tells me to hurry up.  I rise and followed her.  We take our
time in the shower, washing each other and closely exploring every inch of
each other's bodies.  Of course, in the process, I get excited once again.
With the water running behind me she sits on the rim of the tub and
proceeds to, once again, suck my dick empty.  This time she lets most of
the cum run down, out of her mouth, and over her beautiful little body.  I
rub the cum into her skin, like lotion, and slowly work my way down to her
pussy, where I finger her to a devilish little orgasm.  We towel each other
off, get dressed and explore for food.  We settle on some rye bread toast
with peanut butter and jelly.  We sit at the counter and eat our breakfast
in relative silence.

   When I see that she has finished I ask, "What do you know about
California?"

   She turns to face me and replies, "Mom's been thinking about getting a
job out there ... something to do with making lots of money talking on the
phone"

   "How do you feel about it?"

   "I dunno, I think it sounds like fun ... I don't want to leave everyone
... I don't want to be stuck out there with only my mom and brothers ...
but, California is cool.  Maybe I could become a star or something.  ...
What do you think; do you want me to stay with you?  Should we run away?""

   "I don't think we can run away.  We both know that that wouldn't work,
nor would your coming to live with me.  I haven't told anyone, yet, but
I'll probably be moving to Florida next year.  A friend of mine is a
principal down there and he wants me to be the wrestling coach and teach
math."

   "I love Florida!  Mom has taken us twice, you'll love Disney!"

   "No, no, no, it's nowhere near Disney.  Anyway, I'll be really busy with
work.  I think we may both be ending in different places with sun, sand,
and ocean."

   We sit in silence for a while.

   "Uncle Mike, are you going to marry someone when you are in Florida?"

   "I can't imagine it!  Maybe I'll get a girlfriend?  But I don't know. 
Will you get a boyfriend in California?"

   "Is it OK if I do?  I think I would like to have a boyfriend sometime."

   "I think you'll have plenty of chances to have boyfriends.  You'll need
to be careful; some are only going to want you for your body and will drop
you as soon as you give in to them.  They aren't worthy of you.  Others
might be like you and me and will never leave you but may not always be
with you.  Eventually, you will meet the right person.  Who knows?  Maybe
in ten years it will be me and you; but until then, you have to go to and
finish high school.  You have to go to college.  You have to go to dances
and parties.  You need to have friends, you need to have boyfriends, break
up with them and, once in a while, you'll get dropped.  There is so much
you have to experience."

   "Uncle Mike?"

   "Yeah?"

   "What about Eddie?"

   "He won't be coming to California with you.  He'll be leaving your mom
for good this week"

   "Are you sure?  Are you going to hurt him?"

   "He won't ever bother you again."

   "OK Uncle Mike ... Uncle Mike ... I do really love you more than anyone
else in the world."

   We hear the car pulling up the drive.  I lean over and kiss her and say
"I love you too, Princess."

   Three days later, Eddie was taken from the parking lot at the Pink
Kitten Club and driven to the 23rd Street viaduct.  When the police found
him, two days after that, he was beaten, bound and gagged; his pants and
briefs were stripped off and a noose, made of 70 lb.  fishing line tied off
to the tracks, was placed around his sack and dick.  He never said a word
to anyone.  He packed his bags and moved back to Erie PA to live with his
mother.  No one has ever heard from him again.

   Back in the Car

   I forgot about lunch, time is passing with memories of Anna Maria
flooding my mind.  I detour into Springfield and find a local deli.  It
wasn't hard to miss: the local Junior High cheerleaders are having a
carwash in the front lot which only confirms my decision to pull in.  I
banter a bit with two girls who run up to see if I want my car washed.  I
end up skipping the car wash; but, I make a nice donation to their uniform
fund.  I make sure to get their names before handing over the money (Jenni
DeMarco & Olivia Saunders - both cute-as-a-button brunettes.) I give a
formal bow and head into the deli.  I place my order, take the offered cup,
get my drink and find a place to sit near the soda fountain facing the
door.

   Old habits die hard.  I take out my phone, record where I am; set the
GPS, record what had happened as well as the girls' names and descriptions.
Within minutes my lunch is delivered.  I am eating and reading the
headlines from the phone when the two girls come in.  I switch to record
and get in a few minutes of them getting drinks, chatting, giggling and
saying hi to me.  If I ever want, or need, to find them again I have all I
need.  I finish up and get back on the road.

   Jimmy's Place in Dayton

   The rest of the drive is uneventful and I make it to Jimmy's by four in
the afternoon.  He and my nephews greet me when I pull up.  We go inside
and he tells me that Diane and Jan are out shopping with Anna Maria.

   "Anna?  I thought they weren't going to be here `til tomorrow?"

   "Marianna drove by yesterday and asked if Anna could stay here for the
weekend.  Apparently she kept talking about how much she really missed
Dianne and Jan and begged to stay here; anyway, they're out doing some
shopping and are going to bring home dinner.  Jabba went down to Cincinnati
for a job interview.  Regardless, drop your stuff in the guest room and
come back for a beer, we need to talk money."

   "Are they moving back to Ohio?"

   "Dunno yet, she wants to.  I think the California thing has gone bust.
You should get a gander of Anna; she's turning into a real beauty."

   My mind is racing with what this means.  She'll be here tonight and
tomorrow night.  I can only imagine what the past three years have done for
her; she must be growing into a beautiful young woman.  Has her opinion of
me changed?  Will she make a scene?

   "You know Jimmy, she's always been a beauty; hell, she has the `way'
about her."

   "Just like you man."

   The guest room is what is known as a mother-in-law suite with its own
bathroom, small sitting area and outside entrance.  When I come back Jimmy
tells me about an investment idea that, if it pans out, will provide hefty
returns for our investments.  It sounds good to me and I tell him to go
ahead with it and that I will get extra cash to him within the week.

   We hear the arrival of the girls.  Jimmy says in passing, "Get ready,
Anna's been asking all about you and got excited when I told her you would
be here this afternoon." My heart skips a beat.

   In the door they come, laughing, giggling, and laden down with all
different sorts of bags.  Diane speaks first, "Micky, look at Anna, she's
just beautiful isn't she?" And there before my eyes, is my now fourteen
year-old Princess to who Diane did not do justice.

   She is stunning!

   She stands about five foot four, thin, but not reedy, and she has the
lightly tanned glow of a California blonde.  Her hair is held in two
pony-tails.  She has developed a knock-out body with the types of tits that
seem to defy gravity.  She is thin and lean; but, she also has the right
amount of curves and delicate softness that comes naturally to some girls.
Her arms are petite and her face has no angular style to it; but, her
cheekbones are high and her eyes shine like beacons.

   She is wearing a grey skirt with two shoulder straps and a white and
black striped shirt.  The skirt comes about three inches above her knees
and displays perfectly toned, lean legs.  She is acting a bit shy as I
approach and reach out for a hug.  She sets down her bags, closes the
distance between us and gives me a warm, tight embrace.  She smells great,
and, as she presses into me, the feeling of her tits is indescribable! 
They feel rock hard and almost keep the rest of her from making contact
until she firms up her hug and comes closer.

   "I love you, Uncle Mike.  I've missed you."

   "I love you too, Princess." Then we break off for the sake of propriety

   What a relief!  We are of the same mind.  The rest of the evening is
filled with the nephews, my niece, my brother, his wife, and, my Princess.
We all have a very good evening.  Anna regales us with stories about
California.  I believe I could sit and watch her talk for ever.

   The kids are sent off to bed at ten-thirty.  I stay up a little longer
and, with great anticipation, go to bed at eleven.  I lay there and think
that maybe what happened three years ago was pretty perverted, not
something every guy would do.  But now, who wouldn't want a piece of this
gorgeous fourteen year?  No normal guy would refuse it; although I am
pretty tired, these thoughts bring on a second wind of alertness and
excitement.  Around midnight the door to the guestroom quietly opens and a
blonde figure steals into the room.

   I roll to my back and watch as she approaches.  She is dimly visible by
the light from the street.  She is wearing a sheer baby-doll nightie, which
shimmers in the indirect light.  I make room in the bed and she comes over
and sits sideways on the edge facing me.  She is being very serious, very
adult.  I reach for her and place my hands on her hips; she leans forward
and puts a hand on either side of my head.  She leans down and we kiss.  A
very soft engaging kiss that escalates into the passionate greeting we had
both been waiting for all afternoon and evening.

   She sits back, half on top of me, and says, "I've been waiting three
years to finish what we started ... I almost can't believe we're together
again."

   I pull her back down and kiss her again.  This time I roll away from the
edge, taking her over and alongside me.  With my mouth just inches from her
lips I say, "I've thought of you a lot.  I've missed having you around. 
Thoughts of you have helped me get through some lonely times."

   With that she quivers a bit, smiles, and pulls me back down for a deep
tongue involved kiss.  My hand starts exploring a familiar and, at the same
time, completely new body.  She is a big girl now; but, still petite, soft
and fresh.  Her reactions are deep and feeling; but, still they ring of
novel feelings and new sensations.  I have to sit up and take a good look.
Her face is more developed, indescribably more beautiful; her eyes
penetrating, her lips so soft, full and red.

   I reach for the nightie bottom and begin to lift it up and off her; she
says, "I hope you like my outfit.  I bought it especially for you today
when we went shopping."

   I stop; place my hands on her hips, run them down to her thighs, back up
to her hips and in to her waist and say, "My lord!  You are a complete and
total vision!  The nightie is sexy as hell ... but, it's really only sexy
because you're in it ... for now..."

   She laughs and takes the nightie top off herself.

   Her breasts are full C cups and as firm as only a young girl's can be.
They remain in position even as she lays back, proudly reaching into the
night air.  Her nipples have grown larger, her aureole are pretty pink,
about quarter size and her nipples are a darker shade, already erect and
looking like two brand new pencil erasers.  Her stomach is flat and her
ribs slightly exposed.  Her hips round symmetrically out into long, lean
legs.  I reach for her panties to complete the undressing.  As before, her
gap is just perfect.  No extra thigh fat closing things up; a perfect space
between perfect thighs.  The panties come off easily and swiftly.  Her
outer lips are visible through wisps of blonde pubic hairs that curl around
her pussy like soft down.  I want so bad to go down on her and eat that
sweet treat.

   As I start to move in that direction, she takes hold of me by the shirt
and begins pulling it off me.  She reverses me and ends on top of me.  She
slides down and removes my shorts.  She lingers for a bit, looking at, and
gently stroking, my cock.  I am already pretty erect; but, her gentle
encouragements bring me to full excitement.  I start to push her down to
suck me, but she resists.  She looks up at me, clambers up and looks me
directly in the face.

   Quietly, but sternly, she says, "Now listen here, old man.  (Old
Man!?!!) I've been waiting three years for this moment.  You took me to the
edge; you made me feel things I've never felt before or since.  I begged
you to take me and you didn't ... That's OK, it was probably the best thing
you did that weekend.  But, I've been holding myself for you all this time.
Boyfriends, cute high school guys, a teacher, and a neighbor have all tried
to get in, but no ... I've been waiting for you!  We come to town a year
ago and you're nowhere to be found.  Somewhere in Florida they said; no one
knew where you were.  I don't know what you've been up to or who've you
been with, and I don't care ... this is my time now.  I want you inside me,
I need you to make love to me ... and fuck me.  You say you love me, now
you need to show it."

   She continues, but more quietly; as she speaks, she is pressed down,
full body, against me.  She squirms around a bit, as she speaks, while
placing soft kisses on my neck and chest.  "Do you realize my mom made me
go on the pill two years ago ... because she says she's too young to become
a grandmother?  ... She thinks I'm screwing around; but, no ... I've been
saving myself for you.  ... When we left for California ... I promised
myself ... you would be the first ... (she looks up at me with a devilish
smile) ...I even have a little toy at home I named Micky ... just so you're
the only one in me.  ... Now we're here together at last."

   She arches herself up and moves face to face with me again and says,
with greater authority, "You're going to have to take care of me all
weekend and do what I want, whenever I want it ... do you understand?"

   My lord, I have never been so turned on in all my life.  "Yes, yes, and
yes again!  It's your weekend and you'll call the shots!"

   Her warm, moist, pussy is hovering just above the head of my dick and,
whether intentional or not, she is brushing up against it and driving me
crazy.  She starts reacting to the contact as well.  Her head rolls back a
bit and her eyes close as she presses and lets out a quiet little "mmmmmmm
... "

   My hands are moving all over her from her waist up to her firm tits
hanging inches from my face.  She starts to slowly press harder against my
dick when I remember, "Old Man?  Old man?  Where in the world did that come
from ... well ... let an old man show you a thing or two."

   With that I reverse out from under her, place myself between those milky
thighs and locate her warm, moist piece of heaven with the head of my dick.
I work my legs to lift her knees up alongside me and, then, lean in with
most of my weight on top of her.  She lets out a soft moan.  I lean in for
a kiss and we lip-lock in deep passion.  As we kiss I slide the head of my
dick up and down along her moist slit.  I break the kiss and with our eyes
locked, I push my hips forward.

   The first thrust is a miss, the second hits home, the head is in and I
think I will cum right then!  She lets out a quick gasp, stiffens up
slightly and gives me a surprised look.  I pull back just a bit and go in
half way; her reaction is the same, only heightened.  Her breaths are
deeper and becoming audible.  I then begin the rhythmic thrusts of a good
old fashioned missionary fuck.  I grind into her; I shift weight and
direction from side-to-side.  We are in perfect synchronicity; she fits
like a warm, satin glove.  She eventually begins to use her pussy to pull
me in and control my actions.  Her pussy is getting wetter with each thrust
and the action is getting a little slurpy-noisy.  I begin to wonder just
who is fucking who.  Her breathing is becoming quick, she makes loud gasps,
and she is working as hard as I.  Her hips are moving to reach up to grasp
every thrust and her pussy is tightening around my dick as I drive deeper
to completely fill her.

   I climb further forward; reposition myself directly above and begin to
pile drive my dick into her captured pussy.  I move as fast and as hard as
I can.  She is caught off-guard, reacts with a bit of a shock and then
wraps her arms around my neck, clamps her legs around my waist, buries her
face into my neck and we become one writhing humping pile of flesh.

   The night is warm and our sweat makes everything slippery and sensual.
She is breathing very hard and rasping "Micky, fuck me, fuck me, Micky fuck
me, fuck ..." she loses the words and lets out an orgasmic moan along with
tight, hard contractions.  That is it for me; I unload into her little
pussy with all I have.  I bury my head alongside her head into her
beautiful blonde hair.  I keep humping her until there is nothing left in
me.  We fall apart, lay next to each other panting deeply at first and then
with more contented breathing.

   "Anna, that was just amazing.  I've really missed you ... I'm sorry for
not being around more."

   "Mike, I feel so good right now.  It was everything I had ever hoped for
... I'm going to run to the bathroom for a minute ... OK?"

   There she goes, moving like a lady, while trying to keep a load of cum
from running down her leg.  She is beautiful, even when she is awkward.  It
is starting to get late and the exertions of the past two days are starting
to take a toll on me.  I feel myself begin to drift off ... "Mike, don't
you even think about going to sleep ... I'm still on California time and
I'm not finished yet."

   She is crawling back on top of me.  "I've got some plans for tonight and
you're a big part of them ... if you know what I mean ..." I roll and put
her on her back next to me.

   "Anna, you're tits are absolutely beautiful ... they're so firm ... and
so big." I am playing with her tits, squeezing them and groping like a
teenage boy.  I use my thumbs to caress her nipples, taking care to give
equal attention to both.  They become rock hard and Anna is enjoying every
sensation.  I shift over, almost on top of her, and put both hands to work;
"They almost don't even feel real they're so perfect."

   "Mike, stop talking about my boobs and put your mouth to better use on
them." I begin squeezing, sucking and tonguing her perfect tits.  They are
extremely firm and, as it turns out, very sensitive as well.  She keeps a
hand on the back of my head and guides me to insure a proper suckling on
each one.  I nuzzle in between her tits and start to draw a line with my
tongue down to her navel.  She has a cute little "outie" and it too turns
out to be sensitive to a tonguing.  It must feel weird to her because she
pulls away a bit and guides my head down to its original destination.

   I can't wait.  I insert my tongue directly between her outer lips and
push it into her vaginal opening.  She stiffens out when this happens, and
I proceed to tongue fuck her.  I slide out and lick the tip of my tongue
upward to the hood of her clit.  I work around a bit and make contact with
her love button.  Her hips rise from the bed as she pushes the flower of
her womanhood into my face.  I continue the licking motion with pauses at
the top in order to give her clit extra attention.  Her ass rises and she
pushes into me and matches my every move.  I keep my right hand up on her
tits, alternating right to left.  When I hit the clit I pinch a nipple or
give a tit an extra squeeze and pull.  She begins to work her pussy up and
down and into my face.  I struggle to keep up, literally using everything
from my chin to the tip of my nose to keep her worked up.  I slow at one
point and she keeps going.

   She is actually using my face to masturbate.  I find this to be rather
exciting, I take my tit hand, grab her hand and place it on her tits; she
brings her other hand into play and is playing with her tits while she
frantically drives her pussy all over my face.  I join back in, but keep an
eye upward to watch the fourteen year-old's sexual display that is
happening inches from my eyes.  Her pussy juice is some of the sweetest
nectar I have ever tasted!  It is earthy, and heady: Princess Mead!  The
aroma is affecting me down to my gut.

   She drives her snatch upward, to allow my tongue to run along her pussy,
and then pushes to get it into her hole; then, she pushes herself forward
and down to get my tongue onto her clit where she makes two or three quick
up and down jerks.  This becomes quicker; she starts to pant out my name,
but only manages the "Miii ..." over and over again.

   Her ass raises, and stays up; she arches and lets out a soft sound that
sounds like, "Mu mu mu mu mu mu mu ...." Her pussy is gyrating and driving
into my face.  I slurp up everything I can; I cup my hands under her ass,
to keep her in place as I finish my midnight snack.  She eventually pulls
away and drops down to the bed.  I rest my chin on her pussy, have my arms
hooked up around her legs and watch as she slows her breathing and looks
down at me, "Mike, come up here with me." I make my way up and we lay
together for a while, wrapped in a deep hug and occasionally kissing.

   I was totally surprised by the reaction I was having; slowly, my dick
was becoming erect.  I'd quite a couple of days; but, the magic of my
Princess was undeniable.  I star to rub my recently returned friend along
her thigh.

   "Uncle Mike, you're ready again?  I don't know how much more I can take
tonight."

   "My dear, you're like magic!  I think we will have one more and then no
more for the night."

   Softly, and with a mischievous smile, she looks at me and says, "Do you
want me to take care of you?" She reaches down and takes my dick into her
hand and starts to slide down.

   "No, you're going to go along for the ride this time.  I think you said
something earlier about wanting to get fucked ... well, I'm going to fuck
you until you can't take it anymore; as a matter of fact ... you're going
to get fucked until you say `Uncle'."

   She likes that, looks at me and says "I would like to see you try ...
Micky!"

   I edge off the bed and stand facing her, "OK, now move over here." I
reach for her legs and spread them around my legs.  I bend over "Now, wrap
your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist." She does as I say;
I cup her ass with my hands and stand up, lifting her as I do.  With a
little adjustment I have the head of my dick at the entrance to her
extremely wet, and now super-sensitive, pussy.

   She gives me a quick look and says, "Micky, standing up?  Will this
work?"

   I positioned her properly and drive the head of my dick into her.  I
lift her and drop her down on my dick driving it all the way in.  She lets
out a loud gasp and clings tighter to my neck.  Her legs begin to loosen
but I hitch her up and she grabs on again.  I have to lean forward a little
to provide greater motion and before long we are in harmony, with her
hanging on, being swung back and forth, I slam into her bottom, filling her
as much as possible.  Her head is buried into my neck at first and then she
throws her head back and looks at me with an animal passion that I haven't
seen from her before.  She is swinging from me like a jungle gym from her
youth.

   We are both sexually grunting with every slapping slam of my body
against her bottom.  Although the excitement is rising, I am getting a
little tired.  I lay her back on the bed, pull out, and turn her over,
exposing her beautiful ass and pussy.  I am on my knees behind her, I reach
around to the inside of her thighs, spread her leg, lift her pussy up to my
dick and pull her towards me as I drive in with all the force I can.  I
start into an animal humping mode trying to get myself as deep inside her
as possible.

   She squeezes her legs around me, slowing me down, and in a loud, little
girl whisper says, "Uncle Mike, you're starting to hurt me, slow it down
... down, so hard."

   I slow to a stop, and ask, "What did you just say?"

   "I said to slow it do ... Oh fuck!  Micky, I didn't mean Uncle when I
said uncle!"

   I restart my thrusts into her, although somewhat less forcefully, I say
between each thrust, "Oh no ... little one ... you ... said ... uncle ...
and that's ... what you ... meant by it."

   She rolls her head down into the pillow, lifting her ass a higher in the
air and she opens herself fully to my penetration.  I increase the pace and
she reciprocates by joining in on the thrusting.  Her pussy is contracting
on my dick and she is knocking out small spasms through her pelvis.  I
increase the pace; she tightens up around me and then I cum with all I have
left in me.  I feel it from my balls up through my abdomen.  I spasm out my
cum into her and slowly lean over on to her when, suddenly, a brand new
feeling of orgasm hits me that starts in my sack and travels throughout my
entire torso.  I have another of these sensations a moment later.

   "Uncle Mike, are you OK?" I can't speak; all these years, all the girls
and women, now my first multiple orgasm.  It is a feeling that can't be
described!  If you've had one, you know what I mean.  I lay on the bed
beside her and just hold her close.

   "Honey, I have got to get some sleep."

   "Me too, Micky, I'm starting to get tired.  I can't wait to see what
we'll do tomorrow." She makes her way into the bathroom with her
nightclothes, cleans up, and comes back out to give me a good night kiss
and then heads back to her side of the house.

   I sleep in until 10:00 am, an unheard of time for me.  Jimmy comments
that I must have needed the sleep and that I should slow things down a bit.
I tell him I couldn't agree more.  Preparations are being made for the pool
party this afternoon so I do my best to stay out of the way.  Around 11:30
Anna comes out of her room already showered and dressed for the day's
activity.  As usual, she looks incredible and causes some stirrings inside
of me that are becoming all too familiar.  She has on pink fringed white
ankle socks, white and pink trainers, high cut jean shorts, and a lacey
white camisole-type top.  She has no bra on; but, her firmness keeps
everything in proper place.  She is a ray of sunshine inthe morning, and
she knows how to flirt in a very subdued way.

   Everyone is busy with assigned tasks and responsibilities.  I escape to
the guestroom and do some grading; although, I have a hard time
concentrating.  After an hour or so, Jimmy comes in and asks if I would
make a run to the superstore for some stuff they need.  I readily agree,
wanting to be of some service.  As I head out the door, Anna quickly joins
me and tells Jimmy she wants to go along and keep me company.  Nobody seems
to take any special notice of this so we just head out.  Anna sits with her
feet up on the dash and sit-dances to the music on the radio as we drive to
the store.

   I back into a parking spot, on the side of the lot, which provides some
privacy.  She undoes her seatbelt and slides over closer to me.  I put my
arm around her and we sit in silence for a few more moments.  She places
her hand on my thigh, and begins to stroke up and down along my leg.  I
reach down and cup an ass cheek and begin to wiggle my fingers to get
inside the hem of her shorts.  Her hand is reaching further and further
upward until she is completely under my shorts.  She shifts around,
unbuttons her shorts and tugs them and her panties down to her knees.  She
turns back to me and undoes my shorts.  I help her pull them down far
enough so she can have easy access to my dick.

   I look around and say, "I don't know how we can do this out here."

   She looks up at me and says, "Oh no, I can't take any more right now
after last night.  I just want to take care of you and, maybe, you can find
something for your fingers to play with."

   She lays down with her head on my lap, her knees bent, pointing to the
passenger seat back.  I turn her way a bit, moving my hand across her ass
seeking her pussy, when she says, "Micky ... I want you to watch me suck
your dick.  I know you like to watch, and to tell you the truth, knowing
you're watching me is kind of exciting."

   We stay in the jeep for about ten minutes.  I watch her as she uses all
of her skills on my dick.  I have my fingers running along her slit;
flicking her clit and, occasionally, sliding a finger or two deep inside
her.  She never slows down or becomes distracted as she sucks my cock,
licks my balls, jerks me with her left hand, and looks me in the eyes.  I
check the parking lot for any nearby visitors; but, no one comes close.

   I don't last very long.  I do love the visual of sex and really love a
good blow job; my Princess is supplying both with great ability.  When I
cum, I hold her head in place and she takes my dick in deeper and does not
let a drop escape her mouth.  She tends to my cum like it is a precious
commodity, deftly capturing every last drop and working my dick to extract
any remaining deposits.  When she finishes, she rises, quickly pulls her
shorts back on and sits up in her seat looking at me like a school girl who
has just turned in an assignment she has spent weeks working on.  I pull my
shorts back on, suck her juices from my fingers and take in the beauty of
the girl next to me.

   "Uncle Mike, my mom called when you were working in your room ... she
got the job in Cincinnati ... we're moving back to Ohio ... she's is coming
back here for dinner and then we're driving up to Cleveland to see the rest
of the family ... I'll be leaving after dinner."

   "That's great news and sad news.  I wish you could stay the night; but,
having you living only a couple of hours away will be fun; so, is that why
you wanted to come along on this errand?"

   "Uncle Mike I've always liked being with you; but yeah ... I won't get
everything I wanted this weekend."

   "Neither will I, Anna, neither will I ... c'mon let's get to the store."

   We go and do our shopping.  I enjoy having her with me; she is so much
fun and so alive.  She wants to holds hands; she intertwines our fingers
whenever possible.  She hangs on my arm and rubs her tits against me,
enjoying the reactions she elicits from me.  Sometimes she is almost
dancing.  She is very happy, and I believe I may be falling in love.

   I like to pay attention to other males when a pretty girl is around.  As
always, they can't help but look.  They sneak long, deep looks; making a
mental picture or movie for themselves for later.  Then, when home, some
will masturbate furiously, others will please their wives greatly, who will
have an odd feeling that their partner isn't really there with them.  Some
will glance at me and try to determine just what sort of relationship
exists between the desirable girl and the older guy.  Regardless, they all
look at her.  They all want her.

   The rest of the day flies by.  The kids go swimming and I pass.  Anna
makes an appearance in a white bikini that even has Jimmy gawking.  She
enjoys the pool for a short while and then lays out for some sun.  After a
short while she comes back in to get changed.  I watch her as she returns
wearing a flower print sundress; she leans over, places a hand on my
shoulder and whispers to me, "I left my bikini in your bathroom." In a
minute, I find that I have to excuse myself.

   The day is wonderful, but eventually, she leaves with her mother and
brothers for Cleveland.  Jimmy and I sit on the back deck and we talk until
very late.  He is very pleased when I tell him about Melissa and wishes me
the best with her.  I warn him not to expect too much, we are still new to
each other.

   Back Home

   I drive back to Columbus on Sunday.  When I get home I have two messages
on my machine.  One from Melissa who, as sweet as could be, suggests that
we have dinner at her place on Tuesday; the other message is from Kaeli
Anderson, I can hear her father in the background as she invites me over to
their house for dinner on Thursday.  I unpack my gear, sit down and pick up
the phone.

   -------------To be continued, in two separate story-lines.  In the
meantime, "Not fishing with Dave" follows Mike after the first pool party,
when he gets ready to move to Florida.---------------