Ellie May Gets an Eyeful (and Uncle gets and earful)

Written by Uncle Pan

Little Ellie May Simpson (absolutely no relation to Bart and Homer) is coming over to my house. Her mother just called to alert me. I said, send her over. Ellie May is four years old, and she's a living, breathing, walking doll, and at times she also seems to me to be one horny little girl. I say this because frequently you can see her with her hand either under her skirt or in the leg hole of her shorts. Since I don't know of any other organ which can be stimulated by fingers inserted in those locations, I assume she is paying homage to that blessed little opening our enlightened creator accorded to little girls everywhere, the one whose outer lips hide seductively between meaty female thighs.

I decided to test out my theory of her horniness in a most traditional manner, by giving the lovely little Miss S. a sight to really get horny over. What else other than a view of my fully engorged flesh covered vaginal plunger? So as soon as I heard little Miss Ellie call out my name, I hurriedly lowered my zipper and pulled out His Rampantness, balls and all. As I bared my sexual soul I noted he wasn't anywhere near in full bloom , but he was well over halfway there, and I knew the minute the lovely Miss S. came bounding into the room my organ would immediately grow by leaps and bounds. And so I called out, "In here, little Ellie," as I patted my fully exposed pleasure tube. In another minute Ellie came in, and scoping me out stretched out on the couch, she got a concerned look on her face. "Hi, mister Davis. You're lying down? You're not sick are you?"

"No, Ellie darling, just feeling a bit lazy is all."

"What is that thing hanging out of your pants?" she asked, her voice showing more curiosity than concern.

"It's nothing much. Just my little skin dolly which has been known to entertain a little girl or two along the road of life.

"Really? Would it be alright if I look at it up close?" she said as she hurried over. Ellie stood looking down at my flesh tool, eyes as big as saucers. "Mister Davis, is that what I think it is?" she said just a tad accusingly.

"That's a very good question, little Ellie. Depends on what you think it is?"

"It looks a little like my brother Ralphie's peepee, except his peepee is little and flabby like a wrinkly worm, and yours is huge and stiff and all swollen up and looking like it's ready to bust. Both have funny looking red heads with slits on the end though. Would it be alright if I touch yours? I promise to be careful and not hurt it?"

"Of course, Ellie. Be my guest."

"Golly, the skin is so soft. Like velvet. But it's as hard as a rock on the inside. And it's so warm. Have you got a fever?"

"No, it just gets that way whenever a pretty girl like you plays with it."

"Ralphie's sure is nothing like yours. What's it good for?"

"Well, its primary function is to pee with, of course. Us guys have our little hoses while you girls have pretty little holes with which to pee from."

"The next time you go pee could I come along and hold it for you? I'll bet it'd be fun pointing it around." ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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