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 A Very Merry Christmas (Mf15)

   This never happened.  I wish it had, but it's all fiction.  So, read and
enjoy but remember, it's MY fantasy, not yours.  Please don't steal my
fantasy without my permission.

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read my stories.  PLEASE write to tell me what you liked or didn't like and
help me become better at this.  Besides, I like to have my ego stroked.  A
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   It was shoulder to shoulder at the family pot-luck Christmas party last
night.  I have a large family with countless uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces
and nephews.  The adults -- and some of the kids -- were hitting the
Wassail Bowl pretty hard.  There was singing, a few of the adults and many
of the kids were dancing to the Christmas music; everyone was happy. 
Everyone except Louise, it seemed.  "Lou" was standing at one of the
windows looking out at the rain falling in sheets outside.

   "Hey, kiddo," I said as I put a hand on her shoulder.

   "Umm...  Hi, Uncle Ron."

   "Why the long face?"

   "I miss Mike."

   "Oh, that's right.  I was sorry to hear about that."

   "Thank you.  This was going to be a special night for us."

   "How so?"

   "It's kinda personal."

   "Oh....one of THOSE nights."

   "Yeah, kinda." She looked back at me with teary eyes, then turned and
melted into me and began to sob quietly.  "I loved him so much, Uncle Ron."

   "You will love several men in your life, sweetie."

   "There's nobody else like Mike," she sobbed, her chin on my shoulder and
her little boobs pushing into my chest.

   I couldn't believe how she had grown in the year since the last family
Christmas get-together.  The adults got a little fatter and grayer each
year but still looked pretty much the same as the previous year.  But the
kids grew like weeds.  Last year's toddlers were running, dancing and
talking in complete sentences; the preteens were blossoming and the teens
were becoming adults.  Well, adults in the sense that the boys were taller
and shaving and the girls were taller and had hips and boobs.  At 15, Lou
had a figure to die for and the blue satin party dress she was wearing made
her look 20.  The dress had a low-cut neckline that showed the tops of her
breasts, probably with the help of a push-up bra, and a hemline well above
her knees that revealed shapely legs.  I had seen her from across the room
and had thought to myself how unfortunate it was that I was twice her age.
How I would like check out that body of hers.  And now, here I was with my
arms around her, our bodies pressed together by the window.

   "He was gonna be my first," she continued.

   "Your first?"

   "You know...my first." She tightened her arms around my back and thrust
her hips forward against mine.

   "Oh, THAT kind of first," I said as I felt myself responding to the
sensation of her hips pressing mine.  I couldn't back away for two reasons.
One, I didn't want to seem to repel her and, two, I liked the feeling. 
"There'll be other guys."

   "Not like Mike."

   Mike had been her boyfriend for the past several months, it seemed.  My
sister had told me how she had fallen for this "older" guy, 17, who had a
car.  Sis was worried both about the guy and the car, rightly so, as it
turned out.  Near the end of summer vacation he wrapped the car around a
pole and was killed instantly.  It devastated Lou, Linda her mom said, but
it was a great relief to Linda that Lou had not been in the car at the
time. Guys with cars were now "off-limits" for Lou.

   Linda had told me she figured Lou was "sexually precocious" and so
feeling her body against mine was causing me some embarassment as I became
more and more aroused.  My dick was trying to work its way upward as it
stiffend and I knew Lou could feel it now.  I was sure she could when she
began to grind her hips against me.  I looked around the room.  We might as
well have been invisible with all the singing and dancing going on.

   I remember Lou from when she was a baby.  I had just graduated from high
school when she was probably eight and, I think, precocious even then.  She
had wanted someone to play jacks on the floor with her and I was the only
one who agreed.  I suspect that was what started her calling me 'her
favorite uncle.' Or maybe it was later that Christmas eve when she was
sitting on my lap as we sang carols.  Like all teenage boys, having a cute
8-year-old squirming her butt against me dick caused a reaction and soon a
large lump.

   "What's that?" she whispered to me.

   "What's what?" I asked.

   "That thing in your lap.  The thing that keeps poking my butt.  Down
there," she said, pointing between her legs.

   "That's my dick, sweetheart," I answered innocently.

   "Your dick?  How come it's so big?"

   "It's not all that big, sweetie."

   "Yes it is.  I've seen Timmy's dick and it's just a little bitty thing."

   "That's 'cause he's just six."

   "So how come your dick is so big -- and hard?  It isn't like his at
all."

   "Well, it gets hard when a pretty girl rubs herself all over it, like
you're doing now."

   "I made it hard?"

   "Yes."

   "And you think I'm pretty?"

   "Yes."

   "Oh, thank you, Uncle Ron.  Nobody ever tells me that -- except you. 
You're my favorite uncle."

   "I'm glad.  You're the prettiest niece in the whole world -- and my
favorite, too.

   She sat quietly for a few minutes, listening to the family singing. 
"Uncle Ron," she said.

   "Yes?"

   "It's still poking me."

   "Yeah, I know.  It feels good when you scoot your butt over it."

   A pause for several seconds and then, "Can I see it?"

   "That's probably not a good idea."

   "Oh, please, Uncle Ron.  Pretty Please.  Pretty, Pretty Please."

   She wasn't going to have to twist my arm.  I had been admiring this
little lolita at the past couple of Christmas parties, as she got older and
I was just discovering that girls excited me.  But, initially, she was
still a baby and I was totally unsure of myself as I entered puberty.  I
wanted but I didn't know how.  Now she was as curious as I was and I didn't
have to worry about doing stuff with a child who had no idea what was
happening.  Well, at eight, she had only the barest idea.  At this point it
was just fun; it wasn't sex.  For me it was fun AND sex.

   "Not here," I whispered.  "Go upstairs and go into the bathroom.  I'll
follow in a minute or two."

   "Ok," she said.  She slid off my lap and disappeared upstairs.  I waited
a full minute before I followed.  I found her waiting in the bathroom.  I
closed and locked the door, not wanting to be interrupted.

   "You gotta promise not to tell anyone about doing this," I told her.

   "Yeah, I know," she said.  "Momma caught me and Timmy once and said I
shouldn't ever do that again.  I asked her why and she said, 'Because I
told you, that's why.' So I figured she was mad 'cause I saw her and Daddy
'doing it' one night."

   "You know about 'doing it?'"

   "Yeah....sorta."

   "What do you know?"

   "Well, I know mommy and daddy get all naked and go into their bedroom
and do stuff."

   "What kind of stuff?"

   "I don't know 'cause they're under the covers.  But they make all kinds
of funny noises and then mommy kinda screams and then it gets all quiet."

   "They're making each other feel good."

   "Oh," she said.

   I figured I had about ten seconds to decide if I wanted to pursue this
or not.  I sure wasn't getting a lot of action as a freshman in college. 
"What the hell," I thought.  A bird in hand...and all that.

   "Do you want to know how they do that?"

   "Feel good?"

   "Yeah."

   "Ok, I guess.  But are you going to show me your dick?"

   "That's part of it."

   "So, lemme see it."

   "Well, the deal is," I said, "If I show you mine I want to see yours,
too."

   "Ok," she said without skipping a beat.  So I dropped my pants and
shorts.  I was still about half hard.

   "Wow," she said.  "So that's what was poking me?  It's a LOT bigger than
Timmy's."

   "I hope so."

   "Does it get bigger sometimes?"

   "Yes.

   "What makes it do that?

   "When a pretty girl rubs it or kisses it it gets real big and hard."

   "Wow!  Can I see it?"

   "If you'd like."

   "What do I do?"

   "Come closer and hold it in your hand.  Yes, like that.  Now wrap your
fingers around it and move your hand up and down a little bit."

   "This is sooo cool," she said.  "It's all warm and hard but soft on the
outside.  My cock stiffened under her stroking.

   "One of the things your mom does to make your dad feel good is to kiss
it and suck it."

   "Yuck!  That's sounds really gross."

   "It sounds gross but it isn't.  Just kiss it quickly and see what it
tastes like." She looked at me in disbelief, obviously considering which
she wanted more, the experience or avoiding anything remotely distasteful.
She chose the experience.  "Put a towel down on the floor and kneel on it,"
I told her.

   She removed a hand towel from the rack and folded it, then kneeled on
it. still holding my dick in her little hand.  She leaned forward a little,
inspecting it from every angle, before quickly giving it a little peck. 
"It doesn't taste like anything," she said.

   "Well, it does but it's a nice taste.  You didn't take time to taste it.
Put it in your mouth so you can really taste it."

   She looked at it again and then at me, then slowly opened her mouth and
inserted just the crown.  I felt her tongue swishing around the underside.
Son of a gun, that felt nice.  "Sweetie, that feels so good," I said.

   "You like me doing that?"

   "Yes.  Now I'll show you how your mom makes your dad feel good."

   "Ok."

   "Close your lips around it and suck as you move your mouth and hand up
and down.  But be careful of your teeth.  It's very sensitive." She did as
I asked, concentrating on her work.  Soon she had her mouth and hand
working in unison, her cheeks sucked in, her eyes watching my face and she
was bringing heaven to me.  "YES, sweetie!" I was afraid I would blow my
load if she continued much longer.  That would have to wait for a time when
it wouldn't frighten her.  "That's enough for now, sweetie," I told her. 
She backed away, a little string of saliva connecting my cock to her mouth,
which she wiped away with the back of her hand.

   "Did I do good?"

   "Yes, sweetie, you did." She smiled.  "Do you want to know what your dad
does to make your mom feel good?"

   "Ok."

   "You'll need to take your panties off."

   "Ok," she said.  She reached down under her dress and pulled a pair of
white cotton panties off and stepped out of them.

   "Ok." So put the towel over there on the edge of the bathtub and sit on
it.  Good.  Now spread your knees apart."

   "What are you going to do?" she asked.

   "Just enjoy what I do.  I'm going to kiss you like you just kissed me."
She sat and moved around until she was comfortable and then slowly opened
her knees to show me her smooth little slit with a little pink showing in
the crease.

   I knelt down on the floor, my head between her knees, and slid forward.
I could smell her little-girl pussy from about six inches away.  When my
tongue forst touched her little slit she jerked and slammed her legs shut,
pinning my head between her thighs.

   "Oh, wow," she said.

   I pried her knees apart.  "Try to keep from shutting your legs."

   "Ok.  That felt good."

   I extended my tongue once more and could feel her body tense but she
kept her legs apart.  I slid my tongue the length of her slit, from bottom
to top.  "Oh..oh...ohhhh," she said.

   "Is that ok?" I asked.

   "Oh, yes, she wheezed.  It's great.

   I licked her for another minute or two, until she froze up, clamping her
legs against my ears once more and emitting a soft whimper. 
Simultaneously, I felt a flood of her juices hit my mouth.  Such nectar! 
Such a wonderful elixir.  She didn't know it but this was my first time
eating pussy, too.  I've done it several times since but I've never tasted
a sweeter, more aromatic cum.  I was thinking of that night several years
ago as we talked and held one another at this year's Christmas party.

   "Uncle Ron?  Hey!  Earth to Ron."

   "Oh, sorry sweetie.  My mind was a thousand miles away.  I was
remembering that night when we licked one another ten years ago."

   "Yeah, I remember that, too.  Did I ever tell you you were my favorite
uncle?"

   "Yes, you have."

   "Well, that night was the reason.  I fell in love with you right then."

   "You were only ten years old."

   "I was eight and I remember because I sometimes read my diary entry."

   "You were keeping a diary?"

   "Yes.  I still am."

   "So, what are you going to write about tonight?"

   "I don't kow yet.  I really wanted tonight to be something special," she
said, continuing to move her hips side to side against mine.  "I've been
thinking about it for weeks, even though I know Mike is dead and that it
won't happen." Now she started dry-humping me -- alternately rising on
tiptoe and dipping down, rubbing my now-hard cock against herself.  Lou was
tall -- five-eight or so.  I'm about five-ten, so when she slid down off of
tiptoe, my cock would be channeled through the groove her legs made and
would rub her pussy, albeit through several layers of clothing. 
Nonetheless, after a couple minutes of this I was afraid of losing it into
my underwear.

   "Do you believe in Santa Claus?" I asked.

   Lou leaned back, her hips still against mine, and looked me in the eyes
while the question sunk in.  Her eyes were red and her cheeks streaked with
tears but her face brightened somewhat.  "Do you think Santa might be
coming tonight?" Then she giggled and continued.  "That sounded funny:
'Santa might be COMING.'"

   "Not likely here," I said.  "Perhaps we should see if we can find him.
Maybe tonight can be special after all." She squeezed me tighter.  "I'll
bet if we slipped out, no one would miss us for hours."

   "Where can we go.  It's raining like crazy out there."

   "Yeah.  There shouldn't be anyone on the road tonight.  Get your coat
and wait by the front door; I'll go separately and we can slip out.  I'm
parked along the side of the house and I don't think I'm blocked.

   "Ok," she said.  I watched her make her way through the house, stopping
now and then to say something to people she passed.  I gave her a minute or
so and then I made my way to the bedroom with all the coats.  She was just
coming out, getting into her coat.  I dug my own coat out of the pile and
followed her to the door.  Not a soul looked our way as we slipped out.

   The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle.  "I'll race you to the car --
the blue Lexus over there," I said, pointing.  We sprinted across the lawn
as I pressed the electronic keychain fob.  We scrambled in, not all that
wet.

   Mike had a Lexus, too," she said.  "But it was older and brown.  It was
his Dad's."

   Now I regretted the bucket seats.  "I know just the spot," I said. 
Let's go out on North 7th.  There won't be anyone there tonight.

   Lou was silent as we drove but the crying had stopped.  I was right
about it being deserted on Christmas Eve.  I found a spot on a little paved
road that led off somewhere, stopped and killed the lights.  I left the
motor running for the heat.  We sat for several minutes without speaking.
She had her hands folded in her lap and she was staring down approximately
at her knees but I doubt she was focused on anything at all.

   Finally, I asked her, "So, sweetie, what was your 'special night' going
to be?"

   ""We came out here a lot," she said.  We did a lot of kissing and stuff
at first but, after a while, we would ...  umm ...kinda touch each other
and, you know, mess around.

   "Yeah.  I used to come out here with girls when I lived here, too.  I
have some wonderful memories of this place."

   "You know, it feels kinda strange being here with someone else."

   "You mean because I'm 20 years older than you?"

   "You're only 18 years older."

   "Well, you know what I mean.  Besides, you're a lot younger than my
Dad." True.  Linda was six years older than I and her husband was five
years older than she.  Lou's dad was 41 to my 30.

   "Would you be upset if I kissed you?" I asked.

   "No," she said simply and turned her head towards me.

   I leaned to my right and she scooted as far left as she could.  Her eyes
closed as our faces neared; I wanted to watch everything.  Her lips felt
warm against mine -- soft and pillowy.  Full lips that she knew how to use.
Our kiss was soft and tender, our lips barely touching.  Teasing, actually.
I had learned long ago to keep a girl wanting more, to tease and torment
her.  The second kiss was firmer and used a little tongue.

   This was no beginner.  Lou knew just how to turn her head, how much to
open her mouth and what to do with her tongue.  But it wasn't going
anywhere because we were separated by the console; limited to kissy-face.

   "Mmmm," I said as we pulled ourselves apart.  You've done this more than
once or twice."

   "Yeah."

   "I started kissing girls when I was 13, in 7th grade."

   "Me, too.  Kissing boys, I mean."

   "But this isn't very comfortable, leaning across the console."

   "Mike and I used to get into the back seat," she said shyly.

   "Could we?"

   "Yeah.  This sucks."

   We each got out and back in to the rear seats, slamming the doors and
scooting over until we were side by side.  We were in each others' arms
immediately and it was only a matter of seconds before my hand went up
under her dress.  She spread her legs as wide as she could.  I felt the top
of her thigh-high stockings as my hand slid rapidly upwards.  Then I
reached the apex and felt the wetness soaking her panties.

   "I'm wet already," she said between kisses.

   "I noticed," I said.

   "Take them off," she said, lifting her butt off the seat.  I reacehed up
with both hands and slipped them downward.  She put her knees together and
I slid them over her ankles and off.  "Please eat me like you did that
night."

   So, who's gonna turn down an opportunity like that?  We scrunched around
until Lou was sitting sideways on the seat.  She pulled her dress up,
baring her stockinged legs and bare pussy.  "You're still bald down there,"
I said.  "Not really," she answered.  "I shave it.  Mike never liked to get
hair in his teeth."

   "So I wasn't the only guy who licked you there?"

   "Good heavens, no," she said, laughing.  "I love to have a guy lick me
there but no one ever made me feel as good as you did that night."

   "Lemme try again," I said happily.  I had accumulated considerable
experience since that night several years ago and I proceeded to use my "A"
game on her pussy.  I started by avoiding it, instead, kissing my way up
her inner thigh from the tops of her stockings to the seam where her legs
met her body and then over, around, under her pussy without touching it. 
Her tension grew as she desired my tongue more and more, until she held my
head in both hands and moved it to center.

   "PLEASE, Uncle Ron.  PLEASE lick it for me!"

   I was happy to accommodate her so I buried my face -- mouth, nose and
chin -- in the wide cleft that had opened for me.  I moved my head up and
down dragging my tongue through her wet furrow again and again.  Lou had my
hair in her grasp, guiding me to areas she wanted licked.  Whenever I
touched her clit she held me there for a few seconds, encouraging me to
stimulate it and her as much as possible.

   It was merely minutes after I started to tongue her that she erupted
into an enormous orgasm, her legs clamped against my head, her hands
tugging fistfuls of hair pulling me tightly against her pussy until she
couldn't take it ay more, when she pushed me away, saying, "No more.  no
more." Then she added, "Make it come true, Uncle Ron."

   "Don't you think we can drop the 'uncle' now?"

   "Yeah, but I need you now.  I need you inside me.  Make it happen, Ron."

   "My pleasure, sweetheart," I said.  I backed away while she sat there
watching.  She had a Mona Lisa smile as she watched me undo my belt and
push my pants and shorts down to my ankles.  I pulled her toward me so she
was flat on her back, legs spread wide.  I slid forward, holding my hard
cock with one hand while I supported myself with the other.  I rubbed the
head in between the the soft, wet folds of her pussy lips and then slowly
pushed forward.

   Lou reached down to hold me defensively, pressing her hands against my
hips to keep me from going too quickly and making a series of breathy "oh,
oh, oh" sounds as I went slowly deeper into her.  She removed her hands
when there was no more room, our hips pressed together and my cock fitted
nicely inside her vagina.  I held still.  She held her breath until she
could hold it no more.

   "Whew." she exhaled and then relaxed.  I held still just paying
attention to the wonderful sensaton of her warm pussy surrounding my cock
and throbbing now and then.  "That feels soooooo good, she said.  I've
waited so long to know this feeling.  I want to remember it always."

   "Me, too, Lou.  I've dreamed of this." I started to move slowly, lifting
my hips to withdraw until only the head was still inside her.  She inhaled
and held it.  I pushed back down and both heard and felt her exhaling
again. Soon we were at a slow rythmic in and out movement at once
comfortable and stimulating.  I moved faster and she responded in perfect
harmony, her breathing matching her movement.

   "Yes," she grunted.  "Yes," every time I ended a downstroke.  "Yes, yes
yes." They were coming faster now as we rose higher and higher toward
ecstacy.  "Omigod," she wheezed.  "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Her pussy
squeezed down on my cock as she came.  Again and again she milked it
until..."Oh, shit," I yelled.  "Me, too."

   My groin spasmed as i felt the liquid traverse upward and into her. 
"Oh, shit," I said again as I spurted gob after gob of sperm into Lou, my
little -- maybe not so little -- girlfriend.

   "Yes, yes," she was saying.  "I feel it.  It's like shooting against me
in there.  Feels soooo good.  So fucking good."

   "Oh, geez, baby.  This is how it's supposed to be.  You're so hot and
you're pussy feels so good."

   "Oh, Ron," she said as I collapsed on top of her.  "Please hold me, Ron.


   I was supporting myself on my elbows, my body flat against her now.  We
stayed like that for ten minutes or so, until my cock had softened and
slipped out, all gooey in the cleft between her legs.  I think we fell
asleep.

   Soon Lou was shaking me.  "We gotta get back soon."

   "Yeah," I said.  But I'd like to stay like this forever."

   "Me, too." She paused a few seconds.  "Thank you, Unc...  umm...Thank
you, Ron.  This has been the nicest night of my life -- well, lately
anyway."

   "Thank YOU, Lou.  Do you think every Christmas could be this good?"

   "You silly..." Then she thought for a few seconds.  "Why not?"

   So, you see, I'm really looking forward to next Christmas already.

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