Some people may find my feelings about Diddy offensive. This is not my intention.
It’s now half past midnight. All this afternoon I’ve been anticipating my coming assignation with Diddy. I brought up to my room a pot of honey to make my prick taste nice for her. I’ve taken off my pyjama top and to making things easier for her - if she does hold MrMole - I don’t want her fumbling with him so, sitting on the edge of my bed I undo my pyjama bottoms, take my cock out and pull back his foreskin, take a scoop of honey on two fingers and spread his head with it so he’s now a glossy lollypop and one that hopefully Diddy will find irresistable. I desperately want to masturbate but manage to master the urge and tuck him back under the fold of my pyjama, leaving the draw-cord undone for a rapid discard!
Diddy opens my door at one O'clock precisely, looks round it to check I'm here, closes it quietly behind her and walks up to me where I sit in my pyjama bottoms on the edge of my bed. Her pale blue nightie comes just half way down her slim thighs. Its round collarles top shows her collarbones, highlit by my bedside light. She has bare feet.
She leans on my right leg, with both elbows on my thigh, head in her hands, looking up at me.
“Hello Diddy, did you stay awake all this time?”
"Yes, Uncle, I was too excited to sleep, it took for ever to get to one o’clock! Shall I sit on your lap, like StoryTime?"
"I think so, because we have wake Mole up, don't we? But when he does wake, he's going to want to meet you straight away - I suggest we lift your nightie up - round your tummy, that's right”
She lifts the hem of her nightie up to her navel and holds it gathered there, legs close together, her slightly rounded tummy curves down to her pussy, defined by four simple graphic lines.
“I think I‘d rather take it off, Uncle” She gathers it further, up to shoulder level, her tiny undeveloped nipples staring out at me. Her raised arms accentuate the slimness of her body.
“OK yeah, take it off then” I bend over and help her lift it over her head and raised arms, laying it down over my pillow. She drops her arms so that her hands are laced in her hair
"Your such a pretty little thing, Diddy, turn round for me”
She stands back two paces and pirouettes for me, arms outstretched now, displays her bubble bottom, her shoulder blades like vestigial wings,her rounded tummy and her pussy, all displayed freely and innocently. I feel a pang of guilt that I find sexual pleasure in her.
“Do you think Mr Mole will like me?”
“Mr Mole will love you, like I do, Diddy, I promise”
She climbs up onto my lap but instead of sitting as she usually would, she stands balanced infront of me, one foot on each of my legs, a little wobbly at first, but with both hands resting on my shoulders, she soon finds her balance. Her little pussy ends up just level with my face. I look at it for what seems like minutes but is probably just a few seconds. I think “Why does this little girl have such an effect on me?”
Her legs are slightly apart, so the line between her thigh and pussy is less pronounced. As if reading my thoughts, she bends her knees a little to open her pussy up still more, as if beckoning me, then returns to her previos stance.
She leans over slightly and brushes her fingers of one hand against my lips. “Ready, Uncle?” I open my mouth and she slips her fingers in, I suck them for her, - soaking them as I always do before settling down to our story. I’m shaking with – what? Excitement, yes, unbelievably exciting anticipation.
“Uncle?”
“Yes Diddy” – a finger-fumbled reply
“Well, you wet my fingers, and I put them in my minky, right?”
“Yes”
“Well, with me here” – she bends her knees again and pushes her pussy forward – “you could wet my minky here, it would be much easier!” She takes her fingers out of my mouth and slides her index and forefinger provocatively into her slit.
“I suppose it would” I reply, shaken at her directness, “We could try, Diddy, if you open your legs to make room. Here, I’ll open mine too, to help”
My hands move to hold her hips on each side, steadying her. My fingers press into her little buttocks making pale rings at point of finger-tip. My thumbs feel her tight smooth skin as it falls towards her groin. I open my legs apart, which splays her legs open.
She’s ahead of the game and seductively pushes her pussy forward towards my mouth.
‘Here you are Uncle” Her pussy lips touch my lips. I can’t bear to loose sight of her by looking down but I sense my cock rapidly hardening.
I lick her pussy lips gently up and down, two or three times, each side while my thumbs gently stroke her groin. I can’t explain what a heavenly sensation it is. She gives a sort of stifled giggle and wiggles her bottom with delight.
