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Chapter 7

"Uncle Jimmy, I thought the top of my head was going to come blasting off," the little girl said with a long sigh. She could feel her facial features returning to their normal color.

"I am pretty amazed at how tasty your pussy was, sweetheart. I think there was really honey inside your honeypot, pumpkin," Uncle Jimmy exclaimed, running the tip of his tongue back and forth across his lips. The little girl could see that Uncle jimmy's lower face was all wet and shiny with the juices that had spilled from her ripe fruit while he was munching on it.

"What about you, Uncle Jimmy?"

"Me?"

"You have a boner."

"I almost forgot."

"I'll bet."

"I wanna fuck."

"Uncle Jimmy. I don't do that. I'm a virgin and I want to stay that way. I want to save my cherry for, well, something special," she said.

"I'm not special?" Uncle jimmy inquired. He could feel his chin getting a little sticky as the cunt juices there began to dry off with their exposure to the flesh air of the handsome older man's bedroom. He wiped his chin clean with the back of his hand. Then, just to prove how much he loved the flavor of the little girl's pussy, he licked the back of his hand clean.

"Of course, you are, but, but, oh, I was hoping you would understand," the little girl said.

"I understand. You want to wait until you are married, right?" Uncle jimmy asked quickly.

This was not precisely true, but Martha Maidier agreed with Uncle jimmy nonetheless. She nodded and he smiled.

"We could still fuck," he said.

"I just told you, I don't want to, Uncle Jimmy. Don't you think it would be okay if I just sucked you off?" Martha asked, her usually smooth forehead furrowing so that deep creases formed across her finely plucked and feminine angular eyebrows. She inhaled deeply and caressed him lightly across his chest and across his tiny male nipples with the fleshy part of her dainty fingertips.

"What I mean is," Uncle Jimmy said. "We could fuck without popping your cherry, sweetheart."

"How?"

"You can't figure it out?" Uncle Jimmy inquired with a half-smile of inward amusement on his puffy lips. He once again arched an eyebrow. She thought and thought, but the little girl couldn't figure out what the hell her Uncle Jimmy was talking about.

"No," she said.

"I could fuck your ass," Uncle Jimmy suggested hopefully. He rolled her onto her back and placed his hands over her tits. He opened his long, thick fingers as far apart as he could get them so he could clutch her globular tit flesh in its entirety. The handsome older man positioned his hands so that the little girl's super-erect nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of his slightly cupped palms.

"My asshole?"

"Yes."

"Wow."

"Good idea?"

"Won't it hurt?"

"No."

"How come?"

"I know how to do it."

"But my asshole is so tiny and tight, Uncle Jimmy, and your cock is so, so, so…"

"Big?"

"That's right."

"You just have to relax."

"How do I relax?"

"I'll make you relax."

"How?"

"With warm water."

"How are you going to do that?" the little girl asked.

"I am going to administer upon you an enema," Uncle jimmy said, his face filled with hope. The little girl looked at Uncle jimmy's handsome face and the hopeful expression upon it. She just couldn't say no. And she did not really want to say no, either. Uncle Jimmy was going to teach her a new way to get a man's rocks off WITHOUT having her cherry popped. Uncle Jimmy was trying to do the little girl a service. Martha Maidier realized, so who was she to say no to him?

"Okay," the strawberry blonde virgin said. lifting her head and propping the weight of her upper torso on her rather pointy elbows.

"You'll do it?" the handsome older man asked, as if he could not quite believe his ears.

"Sure."

"You'll like it, I hope."

"I know you'll be gentle, Uncle jimmy."

"I'll treat you like china."

"Ummmmm, let's go."

"To the bathroom," he said.

"I’m right behind you, Uncle Jimmy," the little girl said.

And so they left the bathroom. The little girl could see the man's cock was as hard as ever.

Uncle Jimmy's prick was still standing at attention like a good soldier in front of his masculinity sloped loins.

He had a big cock.

Long, Thick.

Hard as granite.

The little girl tried to imagine how far open her asshole would have to stretch before the head of Uncle Jimmy's cock could slip inside. She knew that her asshole was going to have to open further than it had ever opened before. She knew that the head of Uncle Jimmy's cock was certainly thicker than anything she had ever squeezed out of her pink and super-tight nether eye. The little girl was positive that she would have remembered a turd with THAT land of girth.

"Get in the tub," he said.

"Standing?" she inquired.

"That's right. Stand so that you are facing the shower nozzle," Uncle Jimmy explained.

"Okay," the little girl said. She could feel her asshole tingling. It didn't take the strawberry blonde teenager very long at all to figure out that her asshole was tingling with DESIRE.

"Good, now move your feet as far apart as you can get them in the bottom of the tub," Uncle jimmy instructed. He went to the dirty clothes hamper and flipped open the lid. He dug down into the hamper until he found what he was looking for. The enema bag.

The little girl shoved her feet apart at the bottom of the tub until her anklebones were pressed firmly against the sides of the white porcelain receptacle. She had her thighs parted at that precious moment to a perfect ninety-degree angle. Her nipples were as hard as ever. The little girl could feel her natural lubrication continuing to flow from her cunt. Her pussy juices were literally STREAMING down the insides of her finely tapered inner thighs.

"Now I would like you, to jack-knife at the waist and place the palms of your hands flat on the tiled wail in front of you. That's it. Place your palms flat. Open your fingers a little bit, gooood," Uncle Jimmy said. He carried the enema bag to the sink and rinsed it off. The little girl looked at the enema bag and she thought it looked for all the world like a hot water bag. The only difference as far as the little girl could tell was that there was a long hose dangling from the bag. She could see that there was a metallic clamp on the hose, and she correctly assumed that it was there to keep any of the water from flowing out through the enema nozzle prematurely. She could see that there was a plastic nozzle at the end of the hose designed to fit deep up inside her fanny. She could see that the plastic nozzle was a solid five inches long, plenty long enough to fit up past her sphincter muscle and into her colon. She could see that the nozzle was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base. It was flared. She thought about this and finally figured out why it was shaped the way it was. She could tell that the thick tip was designed to push into her colon. Her asshole would squeeze tightly at the skinny base of the nozzle thus locking the thick tip inside. The little girl could tell that it would take a sharp tug to get the nozzle back out of her asshole after it was fully inserted. The man filled the bag to the brim with steamy hot water. The little girl could tell that the water was very hot because she could see the steam rising from the top of the bag.

The man attached the full bag to the overhead chrome pole, the pole that supported the plastic shower-curtain. She was ready.

For a brief moment, she thought to herself, "Is this really what my Mommy and my Daddy raised me to be doing? Perhaps I should join a convent."

But then she dismissed mat thought as a demented bit of nonsense and looked forward instead to getting her bowels bloated.