Foreword
Sweet, succulent Jenny was a tender thirteen year old virgin who had led a sheltered life, a youngster still more girl than woman.
Her face, round still with soft babyfat, burned with a red blush. The girl tried to look everywhere, except at the stiff penis poised in front of her face.
She was nude, with her coltish pink body lithe and long-legged, her form almost boyish, except for a soft roundness in her budding breasts, in her ripely curved bottom, and in her lightly bushed, thin-lipped little pink pussy.
Uncle Walter grinned down at her lewdly, his robe open, his body naked under it, his hand clutching a swollen erection.
Aunt Gloria, big, buxom, wanton, watched the scene with hot eyes.
Jenny's eyes were moist with tears, but there was no appeal. Events had trapped her, leaving her no choice but to obey-and serve.
She opened her mouth to plead to be spared having to go through with this ordeal, which she, a virgin, had never done before, never!
But her pleas were unspoken, since as soon as she opened her mouth, Uncle Walter shoved his hard swollen penis between her lips!