Straight Male / 50
M(31)g(3)
Part One
"That tickles" giggles 3-year-old Amy. She squirms away from her Uncle Jim but not before he grabs her small socked foot before she can scamper off the bed.
Jim drags her back toward him, but she escapes climbs to her feet and jumps on him straddling his face her crotch pressed against his nose.
"Now I'm gonna tickle you" threatens the little toddler reaching beneath his arm and attempting to goose him.
But Jim doesn't hear her as he uses his hands to lift her up slightly off his face and ogle the crotch of her pink soft-cotton panties. The nightie she is wearing has ridden well up on her back. His tongue reaches and brushes over the crotch of her panties. The faint taste of pee and her little girl juices fogs his brain. His tongue continues - up and down, up and down.
Amy stops squirming. "Don't tickle there" she snickers unaware that it's his tongue tickling her. Both of her small hands clutch his hair.
Finally, Jim rolls her to her back.
"Daddy wouldn't like you tickling my pee-thing" she tells him looking up at him as he leans over her.
"If you don't tell him, he want know, will he??"
"No" Amy replies with a small voice.
Jim angles her spinly legs wide apart then brushes her nightie above her tummy completely exposing her pink panties. The roly-poly, camel-toe swells the crotch of her underpants. He presses two fingers there, kneads the warm, soft mound-of-joy. "You have to promise not to tell...don't tell your dad or your sister...do you promise??"
"Huh-uh&q uot; Amy nods moving to her elbows and watching what his fingers are doing.
"Do you like that??" Jim asks.
Amy nods. "It kinda tickles."
Jim pauses and with his free hand stretches aside the crotch of her panties unmasking her pudgy, bald, toddler pussy. Now his fingertip traces and retraces her tiny, pink, pussy-slit. Gently, he pushes inside the moist opening near the top and finds the tiny clitoris. Slowly, he worries the sensitive little nub.
Amy snickers, grasps his wrist as the finger continues to pester her most sensitive spot. With wide-eyed wonder, she watches the finger until suddenly she closes her thighs upon his hand and reaches her first climax.
Part One
"That tickles" giggles 3-year-old Amy. She squirms away from her Uncle Jim but not before he grabs her small socked foot before she can scamper off the bed.
Jim drags her back toward him, but she escapes climbs to her feet and jumps on him straddling his face her crotch pressed against his nose.
"Now I'm gonna tickle you" threatens the little toddler reaching beneath his arm and attempting to goose him.
But Jim doesn't hear her as he uses his hands to lift her up slightly off his face and ogle the crotch of her pink soft-cotton panties. The nightie she is wearing has ridden well up on her back. His tongue reaches and brushes over the crotch of her panties. The faint taste of pee and her little girl juices fogs his brain. His tongue continues - up and down, up and down.
Amy stops squirming. "Don't tickle there" she snickers unaware that it's his tongue tickling her. Both of her small hands clutch his hair.
Finally, Jim rolls her to her back.
"Daddy wouldn't like you tickling my pee-thing" she tells him looking up at him as he leans over her.
"If you don't tell him, he want know, will he??"
"No" Amy replies with a small voice.
Jim angles her spinly legs wide apart then brushes her nightie above her tummy completely exposing her pink panties. The roly-poly, camel-toe swells the crotch of her underpants. He presses two fingers there, kneads the warm, soft mound-of-joy. "You have to promise not to tell...don't tell your dad or your sister...do you promise??"
"Huh-uh&q uot; Amy nods moving to her elbows and watching what his fingers are doing.
"Do you like that??" Jim asks.
Amy nods. "It kinda tickles."
Jim pauses and with his free hand stretches aside the crotch of her panties unmasking her pudgy, bald, toddler pussy. Now his fingertip traces and retraces her tiny, pink, pussy-slit. Gently, he pushes inside the moist opening near the top and finds the tiny clitoris. Slowly, he worries the sensitive little nub.
Amy snickers, grasps his wrist as the finger continues to pester her most sensitive spot. With wide-eyed wonder, she watches the finger until suddenly she closes her thighs upon his hand and reaches her first climax.
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