Niccole’s cotton panties
By: Date: 2022.07.22. Categories: Just Incestuous Stories,Sex Stories Tags: , , , ,

I’m usually not given to voyeurism, but this time I couldn’t
help myself. Niccole, my eighteen-year-old niece, had left
her bedroom door open, and there I was, standing in the
hallway outside watching her put on her nightie. The thin
material of the night gown had tangled in her hair and was
bunched up, covering her face. Concentrating on trying to
separate hair and gown and unaware of my presence, she was
oblivious to the scene she presented. And a delightful scene
it was. Even though I knew it was wrong to peep like that,
even though it was the forbidden fruit of my own niece I was
watching, I was unable to tear my eyes away.

I could hardly believe how Niccole had changed in the last
several years. The last time I had seen her, about four
years before, she was just a thin, straggly girl with braces
on her teeth and an almost flat bosom just beginning to show
the swells of womanhood. From what I could now see, it was
obvious that her womanhood had not been long delayed.
Niccole’s body was now fully developed, and she was
definitely and completely a woman. Her breasts were large
and firm, standing out from her body with only little jiggles
to betray that they were flesh and blood. Brown nubbins of
nipples topped them, each circled by its wide, crepe-crinkled
areola. The breasts were supported by a thin waist, no more
than twenty-two inches at the most. From there her hips
flared out, forming the graceful lines of her thighs, each
wide at the juncture of her vee, then tapering to her
perfectly formed knees and calves. Seeing Niccole like that
caused an unbidden arousal to surge through me. Despite her
being my niece, despite Niccole’s mother–my divorced older
sister–being asleep in her room at the end of the hall, I
felt myself swell, my cock becoming rigid and gristle-like.

One aspect of the scene puzzled me, though. Niccole, very
obviously a mature, grown woman, was wearing heavy white
cotton panties. Not high-cut or bikini, but full-cut panties
that covered her in thick material from waist to thigh. In
stark contrast to the message sent by her fully developed
body, the panties imposed a virginal, little-girl aspect to
her appearance. I thought girls got rid of heavy cotton
panties no later than the onset of menarche, that more
feminine underwear and womanhood came at the same time. I
had to admit, though: her cotton panties worked a strange
magic on me. They made her concealed treasures even more
forbidden, more school-girl alluring, than any silken panties
could have. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the scene, but
continued to watch, pre-cum beginning to leak from my hard
cock.

Niccole’s nightie finally came loose and dropped around her
body. When it did, she looked up and saw me standing there
watching. Our eyes met and held for a moment, silently. I
came to my senses at that point and started apologizing,
almost stammering in my desire to explain away my voyeurism.
Niccole just smiled shyly and said, “I’m the one who’s sorry,
Uncle Will. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been changing
clothes with my door open.”

As much to show she wasn’t angry as to continue the practice
she had followed since I had been in her house, Niccole came
up to me and gave me a goodnight kiss. Usually it was just a
peck on the cheek, but this evening she kissed me lightly
upon the lips instead. She must have just licked her lips
because the kiss was moist and warm. Her breasts, the
nipples clearly showing through her thin nightie, brushed
across my chest during the kiss.

The next morning, my sister Ann left for work before either
Niccole or I awakened. I had been staying with her and
Niccole for two weeks and would probably be there another
couple of weeks. I had taken a new job in their town and Ann
insisted on my staying with them while waiting for my work to
start and construction on the apartment I was going to rent
to be completed. Even though I helped pay expenses and I
knew Ann was pleased to have a man around the house, I still
tried to take care of some of the housework and cooking. For
mornings, that meant breakfast for me and Niccole–Ann only
had a quick cup of coffee before work.

The smell of bacon and eggs must have lured Niccole out of
bed because she appeared in the kitchen just as I had it
ready to serve. “Your breakfast is served, princess,” I told
her, putting her plate on the breakfast bar. Clad more
modestly now in a robe, Niccole got up on a bar stool and
started in on her scrambled eggs. I sat across from her and
began to eat mine. We ate in silence until we finished, and
then I poured us each another cup of coffee.

Sipping my coffee, I once more told Niccole I was sorry about
watching her the previous night. She smiled, reached out and
patted my hand, and said, “Oh, Poo, Uncle Will. You just
stop that. I just stood there with my door open and put on a
show. It was my fault, and I hereby officially apologize.
I’m used to just us girls being around the place and forgot
about having one of you men-folk types around. Now I don’t
won’t to hear anymore from you about it. Especially you’re
saying anything to my mother. Okay?”

I continued to hold her hand, stroking and squeezing it. I
smiled back at her and said, “Okay. If you say so, it’s a
deal.”

“Including the part about mother?”

“Especially the part about Ann,” I said, smiling even wider.
“But there is one more thing I would like to say about it.”

“There is? What’s that?”

“Well, as you know, there wasn’t much left to my imagination
last night, and I want you to know I think you have turned
into one hell of a beautiful woman.”

Niccole blushed a little and seemed very pleased. “Thank
you, Uncle Will. That’s a real sweet thing to say, and
you’re very sweet for saying it.” She leaned across, kissed
me lightly on the lips, and said, “Thank you, again.”

Niccole then looked down at her plate and was silent, almost
pensive. “What’s wrong, Nikki? Is something wrong, Baby?”
I asked.

“There was something bad about your seeing me like that. You
were able to see my darkest secret,” Niccole said, looking
at me with a sad expression.

“Well, you did have on panties so I couldn’t see everything
about you, but if what I saw was a dark, bad secret, then all
girls should have the same secret,” I replied, laughing
softly.

At first she looked puzzled, but then she put her hands up to
her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. “Oh, you mean
these. No, these aren’t what I’m talking about. Besides,”
she said, starting to smile a little, “I could hardly keep
these secret.”

Suddenly, Niccole reached down and pulled the hem of her robe
up to where the edge of her panties showed. “This is what
I’m talking about. Cotton panties! White cotton panties!
Just like little girl training panties!” she said angrily.
“I’m not a little girl anymore, I’m a grown woman–a grown
woman who has to wear little girl’s cotton panties.”

“Why do you wear them, then? Why don’t you get some grown-up
panties?” I asked, not understanding her anger.

“Because Mother still buys all my clothes for me, that’s why.
You know my mother. You ought to, she’s your sister.
Conservative and practical to a fault. She still thinks of
me as her little girl and buys me cotton panties.”

“Have you ever said anything to her about it?” I asked.

“Yes, but all she does is smile and say, ‘Well, cotton
panties are a lot cheaper, you know.’ That shuts me up
because I know that we don’t have much money. Between my
college costs, what little she makes on her job and what I
make on my part-time job, there isn’t anything left over for
many frivolous things. It’s taking every cent we have
between us to pay for college and necessities.”

Niccole sat there, dejected, and started to cry softly. “Oh,
God, just listen to me,” she said. “I sound like all the
selfish bitches in the world rolled into one.” She looked up
at me, drying her tears, and said, “I’m sorry about this
tirade, Will. I’m not really selfish. It’s just that every
now and then, I get frustrated and blue. I sure wish I could
grow up and get this part of my life behind me.”

“Well, I don’t know whether it will help you feel better, but
I can tell you this: In those cotton panties last night, you
were about the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

Niccole reached out her hand and took my other hand so that
she now had both of them. “Will, you are about the nicest
uncle a girl could have.” Then, laughing through her tears,
she added, “Or do you tell that to all your naked little
nieces?”

I couldn’t help but laugh in return. “Since my only other
niece is two-year old Susie, that would be hard to do.”

“That a very nice compliment, and I thank you for it, but it
doesn’t do much for my confidence around boys. I’ve had a
number of dates and have gotten pretty hot and heavy with
several of them, but when time comes to get down to doing the
dirty deed, I think about the boy seeing me in cotton panties
and back off. Now that really has been frustrating,” she
said, with a little rueful laugh. “Although Mother doesn’t
know it, I’ve been on the pill for two years. Except for a
couple of times when I was in a bathing suit and didn’t have
to worry about the boy seeing my panties, being on the pill
hasn’t done much for me. I know it’s probably all in my
head, particularly since you said they are sexy, but I really
feel stymied by the curse of cotton panties.”

“I’d like to play Dutch Uncle, if you’ll let me,” I said.

“What do you mean, Dutch Uncle?”

“Wait here,” I said. I went to my bedroom, got my wallet,
and took out a hundred dollar bill. I folded it into my hand
and went back into the kitchen. I reached out and took
Niccole’s hand and put the bill into it. “This afternoon,
before you go to classes, I want you to go to the store and
buy yourself some of the silkiest, sexiest underwear you can
find. I know you’ll have to hide them from your mother, but
at least you’ll have them for dates and whenever else you
want to feel sexy and good about yourself.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that,” Niccole said, softly.

“That’s why I said ‘Dutch Uncle,’ Niccole. It’s against the
rules to say ‘No’ to a Dutch Uncle.”

“Oh, Will, I like ‘Nice Uncle’ better than ‘Dutch Uncle.'”
She put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the
lips. The kiss was hard and wet, becoming more moist as we
held it. Instinctively, my lips started to part. She felt
the movement and parted hers. Our tongues touched
momentarily, sending a jolt to my pleasure center. Niccole
quickly broke the kiss, pulling back. “Uncle’s naughty,
too,” she whispered. Her eyes sparkled, and I could tell she
was excited. “I can hardly wait to go shopping this
afternoon,” she said, leaving to get ready for school.

That evening, after Niccole got home from classes, she passed
me in the hall and whispered, “I got to go shopping this
afternoon, and I bought some of the nicest silk undies you
can imagine. In the morning, after Mom goes to work, I’ll
show them to you.” She seemed pleased with herself, and I
was pleased for her, pleased I had had a part in making her
so happy. That night I dreamed about Niccole. In my dream,
though, she wasn’t dressed in frilly underthings, but in
plain, white cotton panties.

The next morning, I got up and fixed breakfast as usual.
Niccole came in, looking absolutely beautiful. It was
obvious she had been up a while. Her hair was tied back in a
ribbon, and she had put on just the lightest amount of
makeup. Stunning, I thought to myself, the only possible
word for the beautiful girl standing there in robe and
slippers is stunning. I sat our breakfast and coffee out and
sitting across from each other, we ate. Between almost every
bite, Niccole smiled at me, smiling as though she had a
secret she was bursting to share with me. When we finished,
we put our plates in the sink. Niccole then turned to me and
gave me a fluttery, light kiss on the lips. It felt like I
imagined a butterfly lighting on my lips would feel. “What’s
that for?” I asked.

“For being such a nice uncle,” she said, smiling softly.

“Being nice to you is awfully easy,” I replied, smiling back.

“I’m glad you feel that way, because I spent almost all your
hundred dollars,” Niccole said with a musical little laugh.
“Now I’m going to show you what you bought for me. You wait
here and I’ll call you when I’m ready. Okay?”

“Sure. I’ll be waiting right here,” I answered. I was a
little perplexed by her words, wondering what she might be
planning. I expected Niccole to produce boxes from the
department store and let me see the undergarments she said
she had bought. Apparently, she planned something else. My
pulse beat a little faster, thinking about the various
possibilities.

“Okay, you can come look now,” Niccole’s voice came from down
the hall. Following her voice, I went down the hall to
Niccole’s bedroom. The door was wide open and I moved in
front of it and looked into the room. Standing there, in
exactly the same spot she had been the other night, was
Niccole. The scene was different from that night, though.
Niccole now stood there dressed in a pair of pale yellow,
lacy bikini panties and a filmy, see-through bra of the same
color. She had on just those two bits of silky wisp and
nothing else.

My use of the word “stunning” in thinking of Niccole had been
truly prescient because seeing her standing there with a
demure, sweet smile on her face did in fact stun me. She was
a lovely young sex goddess, perfect by any means of measure-
ment. She was the vision I seen in all my boyhood wet
dreams, the central theme of all my erotic fantasies, the
pure personification of feminine sexuality. “Well, what do
you think?” Niccole asked.

My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. I stammered, “My
God, Nikki! Stunning! Absolutely stunning! But I shouldn’t
be doing this. What if your mother should come in, what
would she think?”

“Mom’s never here this time of day, so don’t worry about it.
As far as your seeing me this way, you saw me with less than
this on the other night, so you’re not seeing anything you
haven’t already seen. I’m not embarrassed, so don’t you be
either. In fact,” she said with a smile that was no longer
demure, “I’m kinda enjoying this. Now you go back to the
kitchen and let me change into another pair. I want you to
see me in all my new things.”

As I left the room, I realized I had a raging hard-on. I was
naked under my robe, and my boner was pressing against it,
causing the front to bulge out. God, I hope she didn’t
notice, I thought to myself. By force of will I tried to
make the hard-on go down, but had little success before
Niccole called for me to come back.

When I returned to Niccole’s room, she had on a pair of loose
silken panties and a matching camisole, so sheer as to be
virtually transparent. The dark points of her nipples poking
against the fabric and their encircling areolas were visible
through the sheer silk. I could detect just the hint of the
large dark mass of her bush where the panties covered her
vee.

“Well, what do you think? I hope you like them, because I
love them. They feel just like I imagined they would. The
cloth is so smooth against my skin. Come feel how smooth the
cloth is.”

Almost in a trance I reached out to her and rubbed my hands
over the fabric covering the tops of her shoulders. The
fabric had to indeed be silk because it was so slick, so
smooth, so sensual in its texture. Niccole took my hands and
put them on her front, right on top of her semi-revealed
breasts. “Here’s where it’s the smoothest,” she said. “Feel
here.” I stroked my hands lightly and lovingly over the
swells of her breasts, paying particular attention to the
nipples. Niccole crooned, “Ummm, yes, so smooth, so smooth.”
Then, taking my hands again, she brought them around so they
rested on her buttocks. “Feel my panties, too. They’re even
silkier,” she whispered. I moved my hands all over her
buttocks, feeling the deep cleft between them and then
further down. She moved up against me, putting her breasts
up against my chest, rubbing them over me.

“Oh, Will, I just knew silk underwear would make me feel
sexy. My God, but do they! I’m even getting wet. Here,
feel my wetness.” She took my hand and put it right on top
of her crotch, and I could feel how right she was. The
crotch of her new panties were soaked, and I could feel the
dampness all over my fingers. I could also feel the contours
of her pussy under the fabric–the lips swollen and very
noticeable. She rubbed up against my fingers and moaned,
“Oh, God, Will, they make me feel so sexy. You make me feel
so sexy.”

“Oh, golly, Will, here I am getting carried away. What you
must think of me. I’ve got one more pair to show you, and
all I’m doing is enjoying each pair as I put it on. You do
your disappearing act again so I can change into my last
one,” Niccole said.

Dutifully, I went back into the kitchen to await Niccole’s
summons. I realized that I was so filled with lust that I
was panting. God, didn’t that girl know what she was doing
to me. The feel of her sopping sex under her panties had
made me even harder than I had been and the whole front of my
robe was getting wet from the flow of pre-cum soaking into
it. The girl’s no virgin, I thought, so she must know enough
about sex to realize that seeing her like that would cause
even dead King Tut to have an erection. I stopped worrying
about her seeing my hard-on and waited for Niccole to bid me
return.

“Okay, Will, I’m ready,” came Niccole’s voice. Eagerly, I
went to her room to see what her last purchase was. If it
was better than what I had already seen, I wasn’t sure I
could resist making a pass at her. I walked into the room
and Niccole said, “I saved my favorite piece to last. I
think this is the prettiest and sexiest of them all. What do
you think?”

What I saw practically kept me from thinking at all.
Niccole was clad in a smoke-gray, spider-web-sheer teddy. It
covered her shoulders with narrow button-up straps and fell
down her body in diaphanous folds, clinging and molded to
every part of her body. Her breasts pushed out the front of
them, her nipples like small fingertips punching out the
sheer fabric. It then draped down to her little tummy,
slightly rounded, and then down to the vee. It pulled tight
in the vee, the deep crease of her vulva clearly showing
through the skin-tight fabric. Soft curls of pubic hair
peeked out from under the teddy’s hem where it turned under
to caress that secret core of Niccole’s femininity.

“You like?” she said, turning slowly around like a model
showing a new design.

“Like? My God, Nikki, you’re like a wet dream come to life,”
I blurted out.

Niccole laughed a musical laugh and said, “Good! It looks as
sexy as it makes me feel then. Just come and feel of this
one. If you thought the other was smooth, feel this one.”

I wanted to feel more than the teddy–I wanted to feel every
inch of Niccole, explore every crevice, run my tongue over
every part of her body and taste every part of her. She took
my trembling hands and put them right on top of her breasts.
“This part here is the smoothest,” she whispered. I ran my
thumbs over her nipples, and she shuddered. I circled my
finger tips around the whole of each breast, and she sighed.
“See. I told you it was smooth,” she whispered. “Thank you,
Will, thank you. When I wear these I know I’ll feel like a
woman, just as I do now. Thank you so much.” Almost as if to
affirm her appreciation, she put her lips to mine and kissed
me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she drew herself up
tight to me. If I had had any doubts about her knowing about
my hard-on, they were gone now. My cock was jutting out
against my robe and Niccole was pressing herself hard against
it.

This time it was Niccole who opened her mouth and gave me her
tongue. It licked back and forth against my lips and I
opened them in invitation. Her tongue came into my mouth,
exploring, seeking mine. I gave it to her in swirling
motions, making love to her tongue with mine. She drew her
tongue back and opened her mouth even wider, asking for me to
find it. I delved my tongue into her mouth and immediately
it found its goal. Both our breaths were coming faster and
harder now, and her arms wrapped even tighter about me. I
dropped my hands down to her buttocks and softly rubbed and
kneaded them, pulling her pelvis even closer to mine. My
cock rubbed hard against her sexual center and she moaned
into my mouth. She finally broke the kiss and asked, “Is
it wrong for us to do this, Will?”

“Does it feel wrong, Nikki?”

“No, it feels exactly right. If you had said ‘yes’ I would
have died right here on the spot.” She put her mouth up to
my ear and whispered, “The buttons are right there on the
shoulders. Undo them. I want to be naked.”

I put one trembling hand to her right shoulder and unbuttoned
the little pearl button. The strap fell loose and down her
back. With my other hand I loosened the other button. The
whole back of Niccole’s teddy fell down her back, hanging in
folds over her buttocks. I couldn’t resist running my hands
over the bare exposed flesh. I made my touch soft and
stroking, moving in little circles down her back. I reached
the outward flare of her buttocks and caressed them, just
touching with my fingertips in little feathery strokes. I
moved down to the half-moons where the buttocks joined the
thighs and took her buttocks in my hands and gently and
softly stroked them. The skin was exquisitely smooth,
smoother even than the silk that had just covered them.
Niccole was holding me tight now, and her breath in my ear
was speeding up, almost a panting sound. “Oooh, Will!
That’s so nice,” she murmured.

I moved one hand into the deep cleft between those sweet
cheeks and inched it down, delving under the silk, searching
for the treasure I knew to be hidden there. My fingertips
brushed across her little crinkled anus and she caught her
breath as I lightly stroked it in circles. It was moist,
dampened by the flow of her feminine arousal. Delving even
deeper, my fingers found downy hair and then the very bottom
of her vulva. It was soaking wet with the slick, hot starch
she was secreting from the font hidden even deeper between
her thighs. I stroked this area in a little circle, moving
my finger lightly in the outpouring lubrication. Her pants
now turned into moans, and she ground her pelvis into mine,
moving it in small circles. Niccole turned her face up to
mine, her parted lips hungrily searching for mine. They
found each other and we kissed wetly, open mouth to open
mouth, tongue to tongue.

Niccole moved away from me and our mouths came apart. Until
now, the front of her teddy had been held up by the pressure
between our bodies, but with that pressure removed, gravity
took over, and the entire front of Niccole’s teddy fell down.
Snow white hills, heaving up and down from her breathing,
were revealed to my hungry sight. The sheer fabric fell
more, falling completely off her body and to the floor. She
stepped out of her teddy and took several steps backward,
eager to show her body to me in its entirety. She was
beautiful. I could no longer think of her as my niece, but
only as a desirable woman that I must make love to.

As in a trance, I reached out to Niccole and touched those
magnificent breasts. She arched her back, seeking to make
them as accessible as possible. I dropped my hands lower and
stroked that little tummy, drawing circles around the cavity
of her belly button. But my goal was a different cavity, the
cavity of her woman essence, the secret grotto buried away in
the recess hidden between her thighs. I moved my finger into
the soft curls that spread fully over her Venus delta. My
finger encountered the top of her crease, that cleft that
started between her buttocks, moved down into the swamp of
her femininity and then up to part the Mons Veneris. My
finger dipped into the liquid, sopping crease and found a
fleshy button–her ripe, swollen clitoris, the very center of
her flowing pleasure zone. She threw her head back and
hoarsely moaned, “Oh, God, Will! Yes! That’s the spot!
Right there!” Her pelvis thrust in and out, moving her
clitoris to and fro under my slickened finger.

Needing to share her pleasure, Niccole reached out and untied
the belt of my robe. SinceI was nude underneath, I knew
she’d soon be treated to the undeniable proof of her
desirability. My robe fell open and she reached up to my
shoulders, pushing it off. I let it fall off my arms and on
to the floor. Now we were both nude, fully visible as male
and female. My cock jutted out from my body at an almost
perfect ninety degrees. It was wet, slick and glistening
from my flow of juices, the lubricants that had been flowing
out in anticipation of the thrusting plunge into Niccole’s
hot core. Niccole was also wet. As her soaking panties had
indicated, her love juices were copious, flowing over the
entire area between her thighs, coating it in preparation for
being loved, for being plumbed to its deepest depth.

Niccole reached down and grasped my cock. It was engorged,
swollen, its head ripe and bulbous. She stroked it, and it
jerked and poured out some more pre-cum fluids. My hand
worked in her pussy again, and I could tell from the urgency
of her stroking of my cock that she was near climax. She was
driving me close to my own orgasm also, and it was much too
early. I wanted to defer that sweet pleasure and concentrate
on Niccole. I suspected she was multi-orgasmic, and I wanted
to bring her to the plateau of ultimate pleasure at least
once before climbing to that peak together.

Reluctantly, I removed her hand from my cock and gently
pushed her onto her bed. She fell onto her back, her legs
hanging off and on the floor–a position perfectly suited to
my planned ministrations. I knelt between her legs and
spread them wide. The center of her sex was right before me
and I paused, savoring the sight and aroma of Niccole’s
arousal. Then I lowered my head and fed on her. My tongue
stroked up and down the swollen labial lips and brushed
lightly over the clitoris. Niccole jumped at the contact and
muttered hoarsely, “My God, Will! No one’s ever done this to
me before. It’s fantastic! Oh, yessss, its sooo goood.”

She moaned continuously, a soft, mewling sound of pleasure.
Her pelvis moved almost convulsively, up and down, in
circles, as if it were not a part of her. I stroked my
tongue down to the entrance of her vaginal tunnel and pushed
it in, extending it to the maximum. I ran it in and out,
feverishly, mimicking the action my cock was throbbing and
aching so much for. Niccole arched her back and pushed her
whole open, gaping sex up to my mouth. “Oh, I’m there! I’m
coming! I’m coomminnngg…ooooohh.”

She locked her legs against my head, as spasm after spasm
rocked her pelvis. I felt the heat of her climax flow into
my mouth, her juices even more copious than before. I rode
her through her convulsions and spasms, barely moving my
tongue in her pussy as she slowly and gradually came down
from her climactic peak.

When she was still, I stood up, my throbbing cock standing
out over her belly. It was dripping with pre-cum and a drop
fell on Niccole’s stomach, just above her pussy. She dipped
her finger into it and smoothed it over her skin. Her hands
then reached up and clasped my cock, stroking it, lightly
caressing its full length. She looked up at me and
whispered, “I want it in me, Will. I want all of it. I want
you to fill me up.” She spread her thighs wide open and
guided my cock down to the shadowy hole in her gaping woman
sex. I pushed forward, assisting her, letting her steer me
home. The head just nudged into that tight recess and
entered into her. Her hands fell away. Now I was in
command.

With a gentle pressure, I pushed my cock into Niccole’s hot,
soaking woman hole. Unhurried, I moved in, inch by inch,
savoring the pleasure of first penetration. She was very
tight. She might not have been a virgin, but her love cavity
hadn’t been much used. Its walls grasped my cock as it
slowly reamed its way into Niccole’s deepest recesses. Then,
with only a small, final thrust, I was all the way in, buried
to the very base of my cock in Niccole’s warm, wet cunt-hole.
Her legs came up and wrapped around my back, her arms
encircled my neck, and her mouth came against mine, open,
wet, and loving.

I withdrew about half my cock and plunged it back to the hilt
in one sharp thrust. She gasped into my mouth and drove her
tongue into it, imitating the action of my cock below. Then
I started the rhythmic motion of love, pushing my cock in and
out, twisting my pelvis–reaming, withdrawing, thrusting.
She took up the rhythm, matching me stroke for stroke. She
was breathing hard and fast, and I was beginning to gasp and
pant. She started moaning and mewling with little soft
squeals. The whole lower portion of her body thrashed about
and her legs pulled tighter and tighter around me. Her arms
clenched tightly around my neck and her tongue was like a
wild animal working in my mouth. She was in a sexual frenzy,
and it was pulling me to the feverish edge of my own climax.

Niccole came and came and came. Like fingers working inside
her, the walls of her pussy clutched at my cock. Her pelvic
muscles spasmed and shuddered, and each small convulsive
movement transferred to my sliding, thrusting cock.
Suddenly, my cock jerked, and great gobs of juice jetted out,
making her pussy even wetter. “Yes! Give it me! Give it
all to me!” Niccole shouted.

My orgasm went on and on, and come still spurted out.
Gradually, I came down to just the small, feeble spurts.
Then, just the warmth of my cock soaking in our combined
juices. I collapsed on Niccole, unable to stir, feeling as
though I was turned inside-out from the massive orgasmic
surge. We were both panting, gasping for breath. Slowly, we
came back to earth, and I rolled off her and we laid side by
side, holding each other, fondling, caressing, murmuring.

Niccole didn’t make it to classes that day. Instead, she
made it with me. In the bedroom, in the living room, and
once in the shower. Not once did she have to put on her new
panties.

I am still Niccole’s “Nice Uncle,” and she visits my
apartment as often as we can work it. Each time, “Nice
Uncle” has her a new pair of panties, and each time she
models them. The the new panties come off and so do we.
When we’re through, she leaves her cotton panties for me.
At night, I hold them under my nose and inhale Niccole’s
redolent woman-smell, anticipating her next visit.

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