Chapter 7
Jenny wore white-which was appropriate, considering her virginal status. But the term of what was left of her virginity could be measured in minutes.
It was night, and the girl was conducted by her Aunt Gloria to the bedchamber where Uncle Walter waited with impatient eagerness.
Naturally, Jenny was freshly bathed, so that her pink tlesh was soft and smooth and creamy. All wrapped in white she was.
She wore a pretty white dress, with short puffed sleeves and a wide flaring skirt, decorated with lots of lacy little trimmings.
Her face was pink and scrubbed and silent. Her pale blue eyes were very wide in her face, which showed more than a few signs of anxiety.
But it was only natural for the girl to be anxious about what was to come. Wonder about the actual sex act dominated her mind.
What would it be like? Would it hurt, to have her cherry broken? She was afraid that it would hurt, and she kept involuntarily closing her legs and pressing her thighs together and squirming when she thought of it.
Still, it was something that all girls went through sooner or later, unless they stayed spinster virgins all their lives, which Jenny had no intention of doing.
Aunt Gloria had helped to calm the girl's highly strung nerves with the timely application of a mild tranquilizer.
Jenny was dressed in white, while her adult aunt wore red and black.
Gloria's heavy breasts thrust against the front of a sheer, satiny, and clinging scarlet blouse which shimmered with each move she made.
Her skirt was thin and black, its hem reaching the middle of her knees. A pair of red patent leather high heels covered her feet.
She took Jenny by the arm and escorted the girl down the hall to the bedroom where Uncle Walter waited for the arrival of the virgin niece.
Jenny's hair had been freshly shampooed, but her hair was still done up in those girlish braids, a style which tickled the fancy of Uncle Walter.
Her skirt reached her knees, while her calves were sheathed in a pair of lacy white knee socks which added to her girlishness.
Gloria and Jenny halted at the closed door of Uncle Walter's room.
Gloria rapped on the door panel. Uncle Walter, inside, told them to enter.
He was waiting, not in the front room, but the bedroom. It had been prepared for romance. He was likewise prepared.
The room was perfumed with fresh-cut flowers stuffed in vases which were scattered about the bedroom. Only the light of many candles, set in ornate and massively wrought candelabra, softened the gloom of darkness and illuminated the surroundings with a golden glow, soft, dreamy, and romantic.
Uncle Walter sat in an armchair, and rose when the females entered his room.
His silvery hair was neatly brushed back from his forehead, while his smooth and shiny pink skin was freshly scrubbed.
He wore a dressing robe, belted at the waist, and a pair of stiff starched pajamas under that robe, with slippers covering his feet.
Gloria proudly announced, "Here she is our little princess!"
She stood to one side of the girl, presenting her. Uncle Walter's eyes glinted as he came to Jenny, the soles of his slippers scuffling softly on the floor.
"My word, what an angel you are!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you, Uncle Walter," Jenny murmured.
He took her hands in his and squeezed them reassuringly. His scanning gaze took her in from head to toe.
"Wonderful, wonderful," he muttered. He embraced Gloria, kissing her on both cheeks. "You've done a simply marvelous job, Gloria."
"It's easy as pie, when you have someone as pretty as Jenny to work with."
"I have a little gift for you, Jenny." Uncle Walter fumbled in the pockets of his baggy robe until he found what he searched for.
A long thin box it was, gift-wrapped. He handed it to Jenny. "For me?!" the girl exclaimed happily. "Indeed, yes," smiled Uncle Walter.
While he and Gloria looked smilingly on, Jenny unwrapped the box and opened it, peeling back the wrapping paper in the box.
The item within was revealed. Jenny's eyes widened. The present was an antique cameo broach with attached choker collar.
Jenny was thrilled with the gift, and Gloria fussed over it as well. On the cameo stone was the carved profile of a female.
"Now, don't forget your manners, Jenny," prompted Aunt Gloria.
"No, of course not ... thank you so much, Uncle Walter! This is just the most beautiful thing that anybody ever gave me, ever!"
"Pretty toys for a pretty girl," Uncle Walter beamed. "If you'd like, you could show your appreciation with a little kiss."
Jenny put her arms on his shoulders and stood up on tiptoes to kiss him, her puckered lips pressing with a smooch on his cheek.
"Why don't you put it on right now, Jenny?" uncle Walter asked.
"I will!" Jenny took the cameo out of the box and opened the clasp of the choker collar, which was made of white silk.
"Here, dear, I'll put it on you," Walter volunteered. He had Jenny turn her back to him so he could fasten the collar around her neck.
The stone of the cameo was cool against the hollow of her throat where it rested. Uncle Walter's breath was hot on the back of her neck. His fingers fastened the clasp closed, and Jenny turned round once more.
"Special occasions demand special treats," Uncle Walter said. "Champagne is certainly in order, which is why I've had some ready. And now I think we are ready for it."
From the silver ice bucket he took the green bottle of champagne, beaded drops of moisture clinging to its sides.
He worked off the cork, carefully pointing it so that it would fly off in a harmless direction should he lose control of it.
The cork came free and foam bubbled uproariously from the bottle neck, falling in streaming gouts of foam and froth which splattered on the floor.
Uncle Walter held the bottle well away from him until the outburst halted. In rapid order three thin-stemmed crystal glasses were filled with the liquid.
Jenny had had champagne but rarely in her young life. The bubbles tickled her nose. The champagne was delicious and very invigorating.
When the glasses were emptied, a second round was poured. After the second round, Gloria made ready to leave.
"I'll leave the two of you alone for now," she said. "But I'll be right outside the parlor in case I should be needed."
This precaution was being taken just in case Jenny should be attacked with a case of virginal jitters requiring the calming presence of her authoritative aunt.
Gloria went to Jenny, faced her and held the girl's thin shoulders.
"Just relax and enjoy yourself, Jenny, and everything will be fine, my dear child." She kissed Jenny on the mouth.
Gloria exited the bedroom, the many candle flames flickering softly from the door being opened, then closed behind her.
Jenny suddenly felt very lonely and alone ... and anxious.
"What a pretty, pretty girl!" Uncle Walter stood facing the girl. He embraced Jenny and lowered his head to kiss her mouth.
Jenny closed her eyes, parted her lips, and tilted her head back to be kissed, her braids sliding over the tops of her breasts.
His mouth was on hers, hot and devouring. He held her tightly. Her small breasts were crushed against his chest.
His tongue entered her mouth, licking, tasting, sliding and probing He licked her tongue and tasted the sweetness of her saliva.
The hot kisses caused flame to flare in Jenny's face, which went from a slightly pale shade-due to anxiety-to a deep blushing red color.
Now, as he kissed her, Uncle Walter let his hands roam over her young thin body.
He rubbed down along the line of her spine. Thin this girl was, and he felt the little wing-like bulges of her shoulder blades.
His palm pressed the small of her back, pushing her closer into himself, so that her lean hips pressed his groin.
Movement, vigor, heat, and life stirred in his genitals as his senses were stimulated to the highest degree by this girl.
Now his hand moved down from the small of her back to rest on the ripe arching curve of her rump, to feel and fondle the buttocks.
His other hand rubbed her thighs through her thin white dress.
Jenny was weak in the knees-her legs felt rubbery. Waves of heat raced through her. She felt weaker still when the kisses ended.
That meant that the lovemaking would continue.
She cast a glance with lowered eyes down between Uncle Walter's legs. Sure enough, the front of his robe was lifted by a swollen erection.
He saw where she looked. Smiling, he took her hand and pressed it against his penis. Jenny's eyebrows lifted as she felt his hardness.
"You little angel," Uncle Walter murmured.
"You'll be my naked angel, once we get all those pretty clothes off you, you darling."
Facing her, he pressed his palms against the gentle rises of her breasts, pressing them and massaging them through her white dress.
Jenny's dress fastened up the back, so Uncle Walter had to turn her back to him in order to take off all her clothes.
Eagerness made his fingers clumsy as he reached for the snaps at the back of her dress. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves.
He picked open her zipper and opened the dress to the small of her back. Stretched across her back was the white band of her bra's back strap.
He pressed his thin puckered lips to her neck's nape and kissed it, then licked it, then slipped the dress from her slim shoulders.
Jenny's dress was pulled down to her waist. The backs of his hands brushed her lean hips as he tugged the dress down off them.
Cloth rustled as it fell down her hips, landing at her feet. She stepped out of it. Uncle Walter let the dress lay where it had fallen.
Jenny now was dressed in white bra, pretty white silk panties, white knee socks, and shiny white flat-heeled shoes.
Uncle Walter took her by the arm and walked her to the bed and sat her down upon it, while he sat next to her.
Off came the shoes. Jenny lifted her long thin legs and put them on the bed. Uncle Walter held her foot in his hands.
He unstrapped the little white fastenings which secured the shoe to her foot. The shoe fell to the floor.
He slowly, sensually unrolled the sock down her shapely calf and off her foot. When her foot was exposed, pink and bare, he pressed his face to it.
He nuzzled the foot, rubbing his heated face this way and that across the little pink toes and the small soft sole.
Then he planted kisses on the toes and top of the foot. The kisses tickled. Jenny giggled, as much from nervousness as anything else.
Her other shoe and sock were removed in just this fashion, and the second foot received no less kisses than had the first.
Then Uncle Walter's hands were at the back of the bra, plucking open the hook and taking the bra off her.
Now Jenny wore only her panties, a white silk triangle pressed tightly to her crotch in front, and her bottom in back.
"Oh my goodness, what a beauty!" moaned Uncle Walter.
His hands eased her down on her back on the bed. He lay on his side alongside her, himself still dressed in robe and pajamas.
The candlelight made Jenny's pink skin take on a shining golden glow which was rich and appealing.
The girl tried to relax. Uncle Walter touched her. His hands fondled her little titties, stroking the nipples into stiffness.
Mouth followed fingers, and he kissed and sucked her nipples. The throbbing points of stiffness jutted and shone with his saliva.
His hand reached down, rubbing her panty covered crotch, feeling her pussy through the white silk which covered it.
He rubbed and stroked her pussy. At last, red-faced with excitement, he got out of bed and stood at the bedside so he could undress.
Jenny turned her head to the side, facing him, and watched through narrowed eyes as he took his robe off and let it fall to the floor.
His stiff penis stood out in his pajama bottoms. He took off his pajama top. He reached for her panties and pulled them down.
Jenny's long thin legs were caressed by the panties as they came down to her feet. He pulled them past her feet, and then she was nude.
She fought down the urge to cover her sensitive parts, her breasts and pussy. She had nothing to hide from Uncle Walter, not now.
The only things she wore were the pair of white satin bows knotted into her braids, and the pink cameo set in the choker collar circling her neck.
"So pretty," he murmured. "So pretty, pretty, pretty!"
He loosened the top of his pajama bottoms. "Look what I have for you, Jenny!"
The first time he had said that, and displayed his erection to her, she had shrieked girlishly and fled from the room as fast as her tiny feet could carry her.
But not now-she was committed for the duration. The next time she got up from this bed, she would be a virgin no more.
Uncle Walter's pajamas fell down his long spindly legs and landed in a heap of fabric at his feet-at the same time, his erection sprang out.
It was full and red and swollen, twitching and trembling with erotic tension. And it was all for her ... ah, but could she take it all?
Her pussy lips quivered, and her tiny tummy was internally squeezed by a knot of tension. Her face looked worried and drawn.
Uncle Walter, as naked as she, stepped out of his pajama bottoms and came to the bed and climbed on it-and on her.
His body was warm and wiry against hers. He stretched out across her skinny thirteen year old body and attached his mouth to hers.
His chest pressed her tender little titties. His erection, flaming and throbbing, brushed her thighs, flaring when it did so.
He rained kisses down on her face, on her neck and shoulders. Quite overcome, Jenny closed her eyes and slipped into the sensation.
At other times, she had managed to enjoy and enthusiastically participate in the bed games played by Uncle Walter, Gloria, and herself.
Now, the certain knowledge of the end of her virginhood frightened her. Her tummy churned and her heart was heavy with anxious anticipation.
Uncle Walter moved his kissing, licking mouth down to her titties. His lips and tongue grazed on her tender breasts, licking and lapping.
Warmth glowed in her breasts from the sucking kisses and prolonged licking. Now he moved down the bed as he kissed her.
He spread her legs and lay down between them with his head pressed up against her crotch. Heat flared through Jenny as he kissed her pussy.
He kissed it, then licked it. Her pussy lips warmed under the gliding tongue. They soon shone red and hot under a coating of sticky saliva.
Jenny started to drift into a daze of pleasure. The tranquilizer earlier administered to her by Aunt Gloria, and the champagne, had gotten to her.
She couldn't have been more surprised, when Uncle Walter suddenly stopped kissing and licking her little slit.
Even more surprising, he got off the bed entirely.
Puzzled, a bit upset, Jenny frowned with concern. She feared irrationally that something about her, about her person-perhaps about her pussy?-had turned Uncle Walter off and made him not want to make love to her.
"Have-have I done something wrong?"
Uncle Walter stood at the night table, leaning forward as he opened the drawer. He looked up, flashing a swift lewd smile.
"Wrong, my dear? How could my lovely little naked angel do anything wrong? No, no, dear, everything is so right."
He rummaged through the drawer and removed an item. "No, I merely thought it best to use this." He showed her the jar of lubricant he held.
The mattress sank as he sat down beside her. He sent chills through her as he fondled and stroked her quivering little pussy.
He pressed the tip of his finger inside her little slit, which clutched it. She was wet and honeyed and syrupy inside her labia.
He took the cap off the jar and dipped two fingers inside and scooped out a fat mass of goo, saying, "This will make it easier for me to go into you."
The lubricant was cool as he pressed it into her pussy lips. Jenny shivered, her small titties bobbing, her nipples standing out.
He stroked the shining grease into her pussy, then inside her labia, so that she was greased inside, as well as outside.
Her pussy lips shone mightily from the coating of grease thereon. Finishing, Uncle Walter put his hand behind the back of the girl's neck and helped her to sit up. Holding out the jar, he said, "Now you do me."
Jenny scooped out some of the oil. She took hold of his penis. It was long and thickly swollen, and burned a bright seething red.
"Go ahead, Jenny, rub it right in, darling, grease it up good," he said.
Slowly at first, then with more vigor, Jenny's slim fingers massaged oil into the swollen erection of Uncle Walter.
His face, already swollen and thick with lust, burned even darker as she rubbed the oil into the head of his penis.
She massaged more of the stuff into his shaft, so that the red bar of his rod shimmered with bars of reflected light.
His breathing came faster and faster as she rubbed his penis.
"That's enough, dearest girl," he said. He wiped his fingers on the sheet, put his hands on her shoulders, and eased her down on her back.
"Will it ... will it hurt?" Jenny whispered.
"A little, but only at first. But it's nothing that you can't stand, and it will only hurt once in your young life, Jenny."
Now he moved, stretching out over her. He stood crouched over her thirteen year old form on his hands and knees.
The shining red rod of his penis jutted down from his hips. Now he lowered himself down on the girl, reaching under his hips to take hold of his cock.
Grease slid and oozed through his fingers as he held his oiled shaft. He pressed the head of the penis against her delicately lipped slit.
He rubbed the tip of his wedge-shaped penis head against her slit, sliding it up and down, back and forth.
He rubbed the penis head up and down the pussy lips. The oil on member and slit cut the friction, and the penis slid caressingly.
He finally pressed the knobbed cock head against her pussy lips and eased it into her. He pushed it into her pussy.
Under the pressure of the cock head, the pussy lips slid open, spreading to the sides to expose slippery, dripping, syrupy pussy membranes.
Fear of the unknown made Jenny pale, anxious, breathless. Her titties jiggled as she took rapid shallow gasping breaths.
"Relax, little girl," Uncle Walter soothed, "you just relax yourself between the legs, little darling, and everything will be fine."
"I'm trying, Uncle Walter-"
"Fine."
He entered her with his knobbed cock head. He was so very big between the legs, and the width of his cock head stretched her membranes.
Twinges of sensation shot through her pussy. Little beaded drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her eyes squeezed shut into slits.
Uncle Walter put his penis deeper into her. Jenny was stretched now. His cock head was deep enough in her so that it would not be easily dislodged.
Now he moved to penetrate.
His hips lowered, the oiled shaft of the penis slipping into her pussy. Jenny made little moaning whimpers as she was entered.
Now the penis head reached its greatest depth and was suddenly brought up short by the barrier of her maidenhead.
That little flap of tissue was the seal of virginity, the door which barred entry to the gates of pleasure of her pussy.
Delicate as the maidenhead was, it was tough, too. It vibrated like a struck gong when bumped by the head of the heated penis.
Jenny squirmed and groaned under Uncle Walter. This was the moment of truth. The girl's face suddenly went very white and haggard.
He pushed into her. She squealed. Panicked now, she tried to wriggle free from him, but his weight pinned her to the bed.
She squirmed under him. Her long thin legs thrashed, kicked. He pressed her down with his weight and threw his hips forward.
His cock head battered at her maidenhead.
Jenny shrieked.
There was an awful instant of tension as the maidenhead yielded to the pressure of the penetrating penis, but did not break.
Still the tension increased-suddenly something tore inside her.
Jenny's thin shrill shrieks echoed in the room. Between them could be heard the moaning mutters of Uncle Walter as he labored to break her cherry.
White-hot pain stabbed Jenny between the legs.
The tension in her ended, as her maidenhead was torn open and ripped asunder by the invading cock head.
The wedge of the cock head shredded the maidenhead. Freed from the resistance of virginity, the stiff penis entered her triumphantly.
The head and shaft of the member swept away the last flaps of the tender tissue, sweeping them under its thrusting advance.
Throwing his hips forward, he put his penis deep inside her.
Jenny was an ex-virgin. When her maidenhead first tore, Jenny thought that she might faint from the flash of blinding pain ... pain which already now subsided.
It had been something like having a tooth pulled. Now, there was an absence, an emptiness in her where her cherry had formerly been.
But there was something to replace that absence, and fill the emptiness-the stiff, swollen cock now lodged deeply in her pussy.
Uncle Walter's moans and groans were almost as loud as Jenny's, as his seething swollen cock was clutched by as tight a pussy as ever it had been his delight to fuck.
Jenny was laughing and crying at the same time. She cried from the pain of being deflowered, while she laughed with relief that the deed was done.
That troublesome flap of flesh, her cherry, would trouble her no more.
Inside her pussy, there was a dull throbbing ache, similar to a headache. Her pussy twinged as Uncle Walter started fucking it in earnest.
He took hold of her hips and rocked back and forth, driving his cock in and out, back and forth, fucking her with the hot vigor of a young man.
Indeed, taking the virginity of this tender teen made him feel like a young lover, with a swollen penis that would not stop.
His member slid over her membranes. Jenny pressed her moaning face against his shoulder and wrapped her thin arms around his sweating back.
He rocked faster and faster, his penis heating with every stroke.
The inevitable happened-when his erotic excitement reached its height, he thrust deep in her and kept his penis bolstered in her pussy.
He came, in great spurting gouts of semen. Come was pumped from his swollen shooting penis into her pussy as though it would never stop.
The thick come was soothing as it soaked into her irritated pussy membranes. Jenny, ex-virgin, gurgled and gasped as her uncle's member filled her to the brim.