Gender: Male Age: 42 Location: in my pants
It was their freshman year in college. My niece, Caroline, and her friend Kelly. Both: solidly 18— on their first spring break— and rip-rarin’ and ready-to-go. They had been friends since before the beginning of their teens, and now they were roommates. Young, full of life. On their way to a beach somewhere. But their first stop: my cabin.
Caroline had called me sometime earlier and asked if she and Kelly could stay at the cabin for a couple of nights, and I was happy to accommodate them. I thought nothing of it. I was looking forward to my company. And my niece and I have always been close anyway. I mean, as close as an uncle and a niece can be. She’s my special niece; and I’m her favorite uncle. And that’s about the extent of it.
Of course, and I’m sure you have guessed, this story becomes much more complex. But that’s how I was going into it.
In fact, I rather considered how they would surely cramp my style— as I like to have a little toke of weed of the evening— and it would be tricky to partake on the sly. But in the end, I figured I could get around it; so it was all good.
Or so I thought. But I was kinda’ wrong about that. Too careless, I guess you’d say. And that’s how the whole thing got started.
It was their second night here at the cabin. And I was just sure they had settled into the loft for the evening! … They were in their sock feet, wearing their pajama bottoms and tee shirts, hanging out together on the guest bed upstairs, snacking and watching television. The perfect time for me to step out to my workshop in the barn and have a puff.
Which is precisely what I was doing when I was startled by Kelly’s voice coming from the doorway. “What are you doing in here?” came her voice. I’m sure my whole body jolted. (How did she approach so silently)? — I didn’t even hear the front door that always squeaks on its hinge.
I had just taken a hit on the pipe too. So I was totally busted.
I tried to answer her while exhaling toward the open window … “uh, nothing,” I said.
She laughed. “Yeah, right,” she said— in the way that girls say ‘yeah, right’ with such sardonic incredulity. “I know nothing when I smell it.” And she laughed again, her blue eyes piercing and looking ... absolutely devilish.
And there was something about that look! Her pale blue eyes. I get hard every time I think of it now.
Kelly is a tall girl. At least taller than most. 5’7” or 5’8” I’d say. Pale skin. A brunette edging on auburn. Though I guess you’d say she’s just a brunette. And then there are her heavenly blue eyes. And, you know? … It’s only now that I can describe her complete beauty, because her beauty is quite subtle. Elusive.
I’ve known Kelly for several years, since she and Caroline became friends in school— I’m not exactly sure when … I’m guessing right around their hitting puberty. So, you know, I’ve just always viewed her as a girl. A friend of my niece. And that’s it. In fact, I wouldn’t have even said she was particularly attractive.
I don’t know how to put it. Her eyes are kind of narrow or beady. She’s exceptionally pale. Her eyebrows are even pale! I would almost say she’s kinda’ washed out, but that would be taking it a bit too far. She’s not “ugly” by any means. She’s just not stunning. (Or at least I never thought so). That is … until I saw her in all her glory.
That’s right. (But you knew this was coming, right)?? … Of course I fucked her.
In retrospect, I now know she had been flirting with me on the first night of their arrival. She even admitted as much to me later. They had arrived later than expected, so I had dinner on hold. And not long after showing them to the loft and helping them carry their bags inside, Kelly announced that she would really like to take a shower before dinner and asked me for a towel.
Now, the cabin is as you might envision a cabin, with an open floor plan, a cathedral ceiling from one end to the other, and space is at a premium. Designed for function. Which puts the bathroom right next to the kitchen on the main floor. And I mean, right next to the kitchen!
So I grabbed a towel for Kelly … (and, yes, it was an adequately large towel) … and I tossed it up to her in the loft. A couple of minutes later, as I had resumed the cooking of dinner and was chatting with Caroline, Kelly came down from the loft wrapped in the towel. A white towel wrapped around her white naked body with her smooth shoulders exposed. And I’ll have to admit I couldn’t help but look too long. Her collarbones were like marble and her neck was just so pretty. So young and so smooth. Her brown hair fell just to the base of her neck, and for the first time I saw how unusually pretty her face is. And I just have to add right here that her mouth is especially nice.
Caroline was still yammering on about something when Kelly went into the bathroom and shut the door … my consciousness of my conversation with Caroline returning, as I heard her finishing with an inquisitive “… you know?..”
“Uh, yeah …” I answered absentmindedly.
“You didn’t hear a thing I just said!” Caroline scolded. And she gave me an equally scolding look, with eyebrow raised, in suspicion (or awareness) of me having just ogled her friend.
Then, the sound of the shower. And I found myself imagining for the first time— naked young Kelly— just on the other side of the door, in my shower, getting wet and soaping up her pale body. And I had to turn toward the stove, with my back to Caroline, so she wouldn’t see the bulge forming in my pants.
When Kelly finished showering and emerged from the bathroom, I avoided turning to look at her, as I could feel Caroline’s vigilant eyes burning a hole in my back. Kelly climbed the stairs to the loft above us; and I could hear her shuffling about upstairs. The sound of a zipper on her backpack. Her bare feet on the hardwood floor. Yes, I was perving out a bit. Maybe I’ve lived in the mountains too long. But the thought that I could … (if I were bold enough) … walk right up my stairs to see a naked 18 year old girl standing in my loft definitely got my naughty wheels spinning. And I felt a little guilty for it. A little.
Meanwhile, dinner was about to go on the table, so I called up to Kelly to tell her we were ready to eat; and she said she would be right down. Moments later, Kelly came down to join us, wearing a pair of plaid lounge pants and a light blue t-shirt. It was quite obvious she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath, by the way her ass jiggled as she walked, and by the way her little titties were decidedly poking through her tee shirt. Her hair was darkened with wetness, and her skin was white as snow. It was a good thing I had just set dinner on the table, and I myself had set down, because I could definitely feel a boner sprouting. Though I did manage to control myself.
Dinner progressed with conversation about school, what their plans were for the remainder of their spring break, et cetera. However, I did notice that Kelly was hanging on my every word. Every time I made eye contact with her, she was staring at me intently. It wasn’t my imagination. And I could tell she was kinda’ crushing on me. Which was sweet and flattering; but I had to figuratively slap myself across the face to avoid dwelling on it too much.
After dinner, Caroline too opted for a shower, before we moved on to the next bit of entertainment involving a card game of word associations. “Apples to Oranges,” it’s called. But first, I had to clean up the kitchen. So … Caroline was showering … and, again, my mind wandered to the guilty thought of yet another naked young female in my shower. But wait! — this was my niece for fuck’s sake! I had to snap out of it.
Meanwhile, Kelly was helping me in the kitchen. And when I tell you that space is at a premium in my cabin, I mean that everything is in close proximity. I was loading the dishwasher, and Kelly was washing the pots and pans in the kitchen sink immediately next to me. From the corner of my eye I could see her little titties jiggling as she scrubbed away, and her small ass danced alternately with them in her motion. This lasted for only a few short minutes, until we were finished; and Caroline emerged from the shower to go upstairs and change into something more comfortable herself.
Afterwards, the three of us sat on the living room floor in front of the fireplace to play our game. Sitting in a triangle, the two girls were both essentially in front of me. The three of us sitting Indian style. Which, with the right kind of surreptitious glance now and again, I could see the bulges of their little pussies stretching the crotches of their lounge pant pajama bottoms. It was distracting to say the least. And I didn’t win the game.
We played a couple of rounds, and I continued to secretly perv on them. I was more focused on Kelly of course, because it just didn’t seem right at all to be sneaking glances at my niece. But needless to say, I was definitely enjoying entertaining two young girls at my place, and I couldn’t help but be horny— especially with them sitting cross-legged in their nightwear, braless and pantiless. Caroline’s tits are on the smallish side too, though her ass is certainly more ample than Kelly’s. A juicy apple booty, if you will. She’s a natural blonde with bluish-green eyes, and she just really has a lovely natural look about her. Her darker eyebrows are unplucked (but certainly not unruly or bushy), and she has quite a beautiful face— not unlike Cameron Diaz. Both girls, I observed, were still probably developing physically, even at 18. And I hate to say it, but that too kinda’ tweaked my perverted thoughts. I had known them both prior to, and through, their adolescence, before they even had boobs at all!
At any rate, we finished our game(s) and wrapped things up for the evening. I offered to set up the blow-up mattress for either of them who wished to use it, but they waved me off and said they would just sleep together in the double bed in the loft. (Of course, I kinda’ liked that idea too). But it was time for bed. I myself retired to the lower story of the cabin that’s dug-in, if you will, into the mountainous terrain where I live. So, it’s a two-story cabin with a loft in the upper story (if that makes any sense), with my bedroom occupying the entirety of the lower story.
But you don’t want to hear about my cabin …
The next morning resumed, for all practical purposes, where we had left off. I habitually get up early of the morning and my make coffee and have my quiet, waking up time. Some 30 minutes into my morning ritual, as I sat at the kitchen table, Kelly was the first to come down from the loft. She commented on how good the coffee smelled, and how she was so glad I was a coffee drinker, and then stepped into the bathroom for her morning toilette. The cabin is secluded and library-quiet— especially of the morning— so you can definitely hear a pin drop. Much less a girl peeing on the other side of the bathroom door.
(Clearly, I’ve lived alone for too long, even though it has only been a couple of years). My dick got hard hearing Kelly pee.
I could see her there, in my mind’s eye, with her pajama bottoms around her ankles, sitting on my toilet and peeing a stream. I wondered if she had a little trimmed bush or if she was shaved completely. And I decided she was probably shaved, as that seems to be what all women do now— or very nearly. And I imagined spreading her legs open to take a look at that young pussy.
Did I say my dick got hard?
I’m a bad man. No. I’m not a bad man. I’m a man. And I have dirty thoughts. My thoughts are my own, so who’s it hurting?
So I let it ride. Kelly came out of the bathroom and asked where the coffee cups were kept. I pointed her to the cabinet. As she reached for a cup, her t-shirt road up a bit, and I could see that she was wearing her pajama bottoms … lounge pants, whatever … suggestively low on her hips. Or that’s just how they fell. I don’t care. But I could actually see her hipbones, and I just wanted to grab them!
Of course, I didn’t— but I certainly did imagine holding firmly onto her rocking hips with my thick cock planted deep inside her probably shaved pussy. Her white naked body and her smooth long legs straddling me as I sat on the ottoman in the middle of my living room. Or jerking her pants down and putting her knee up on something to jam my hard dick into her young wet pussy.
Stepping over to the coffee pot, Kelly set her cup on the counter next to the pot and paused to yawn and stretch in front of the sunlight filtering through the kitchen window. Again, her shirt road up. And this time I had a view of her smooth belly, for one— but, as she arched her back, her small nipples poked out like a horny little girl.
(She had to know).
I played it cool though. I mean, what else was I going to do?
Kelly poured her coffee and doctored it with cream and sugar. She sat across from me at the kitchen table. She looked … well, cute. I don’t know how else to say it. She had that groggy waking up look about her. Her pale blue eyes kind of distant. And her natural, un-lipsticked mouth looked invitingly pouty.
Here was young Kelly— the little girl all-grown-up now. Or growing up as it were. Grown up enough to be drinking coffee, and grown up enough to be in college. Eighteen and beautiful.
Yes, beautiful. And it was at that moment that I realized it. For all her alabaster whiteness and the pinch at the corners of her understated eyes, she was still cute— and more so beautiful. I noticed she had nice cheekbones. Germanic in ancestry, I’d speculate. And she has a little upturn to the tip of her nose that is always so cute on girls. I imagined her mouth on my cock. And I was sure, regardless of her skills, I would definitely enjoy having her suck my dick.
I could tell that her young breasts were firm and taut. I guessed her to be a B-cup. And I adore small titties in the first place. My mind spun and spun around her. We made conversation, but I can hardly tell you what it was now.
Caroline slept-in quite a bit later, but eventually she emerged. The two girls had showers again. And once we were all ready for the day, I drove them up to the highest peak in the area, to take in the mountain views and have a day in Nature. Picnic. Hiking. The whole nine yards. Hiking was particularly fun. I walked in back. (And I must say, my niece really does have a nice ass).
… And that is pretty much the day in a nutshell. I’m sure you would prefer that I get on with things. And I rather had too …
Which brings us to arriving back at the cabin, showers for all of us, a pizza fest, and the donning, once again, of their comfy, lounge-around-the-house clothes— complete, or incomplete as it were, with their lack of panties and bras. Suffice it to say I was remarkably horny at this point. Which is why I stepped out to the barn to take the edge off:
… “What are you doing in here?” she said as she appeared from nowhere.
“Uh, nothing …” I exhaled. The smoke from my lungs oozing out toward the window and catching in the overhead shop light.
“Yeah, right …” she had said.
And the next thing I knew she was asking me for a hit. (The pipe was hidden in my hand).
Damn. I was busted. It was an awkward moment for me. But Kelly was clearly enjoying it. Watching me squirm. Exposing the uncle. What could I do? …
Again, I rationalized that these girls were in college. I knew full well that Kelly was an art major— (as I was in college)— so, if things were still the way they were when I was in school, smoking pot was not an uncommon thing for her. But still!
Nevertheless, I caved and handed Kelly the pipe sheepishly. She laughed: “Oh, I knew you were up to something when you tiptoed out; and I was hoping this was it!”
(Well, the little devil)!
So the jig was up. And I was smoking pot with my niece’s childhood friend. As she took her first hit, Kelly leaned in toward me as she handed back the pipe in a slow, sensuous motion, holding the smoke for a good long pause and then exhaling slowly. When I took the pipe from her, her hand slowly glided out of my hand, and she looked at me with what I would call bedroom eyes and said, “that was goooood …”
Then you could have blown me over with a feather when she asked, “You want a shotgun?”
Hell, it had been ages since I had had a shotgun— (which, if I have to explain what a shotgun is to you novices, I don’t have time for you)— and I was, needless to say, surprised that Kelly would offer. Besides, I didn’t know exactly what she had in mind, as my little pipe isn’t exactly ideal for a shotgun hit.
I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. “How?” I said.
“What?— You’ve never heard of a shotgun?” she asked, like she had one up on me.
“No. Of course I have, you silly girl,” I retorted. “I too was an art major, you know” … “I’d just like to know how you think you’re gonna’ do it with this pipe”— and I held it out to her.
“Well … then you know the hit is much better if you close your eyes,” she replied coolly. “Just shut your eyes when I start inhaling, and let out your breath.”
This was backwards. This girl didn’t know what a damn shotgun was herself! And I raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“Just do it,” she said. “You know you’ll like it.”
(Wow). Now that was intriguing!— “(you know you’ll like it)” … though I was nervous as a cat. Did she mean what I think she meant?
So I obliged.
Kelly put her mouth to the pipe and looked directly at me as she lit it. Purposefully. Expectantly. I obeyed her instructions and slowly closed my eyes as she started inhaling. (And boy did she take a long hit)! …
With eyes closed, I exhaled all the air from my lungs through my mouth. And then it happened:
I could feel Kelly leaning into me, and in one swift moment her face was in my face and her soft mouth was suddenly engulfing my own parted lips! I instinctually opened my mouth to receive the hit from her, and our lips locked with open mouths. Kelly melted into my face it seemed as she released the smoke from her lungs. But the hit became rather unimportant as the two of us began french kissing unabashedly. The smoke escaping through my nose and clouding our kiss hotly with its intoxicating aroma.
My hands went instantly to hold her in a tight embrace. One hand behind her head, clutching the hair at the back of her neck, and the other moving immediately to her small 18 year old ass. Kelly reciprocated the embrace, and she too grabbed my own ass. I could feel her tight little butt vividly through the cotton fabric of her pajama bottoms, and her unconstrained titties were mashing and rolling against my chest. It was so hot.
We continued to kiss, our wet mouths plastered together, our tongues dancing and tasting each other. I wasted no time at all in putting my hand inside the back of her pants to grab her bare naked ass good and proper! She hummed into my mouth and pressed her hot pussy into my crotch. Her ass felt divine. She had a small ass, but it was still delightfully soft and smooth. Something about having my hand down her pants. I wanted both of my hands on her ass.
I unhinged my mouth from her rolling, spinning tongue and kissed around her jaw line to her earlobe and neck. “Oh yes …” she whispered, as I lowered my other hand down her pants to join in on the full-on groping of her young ass. With both of her soft cheeks in my hands, as I sucked at her smooth neck, I was afforded the view over her shoulder of looking down her back at my hands disappearing into her lounge pants. Soon, I was working my hands in such a way that her pajama bottoms were walking down, off of her tight teenage butt. “Oh, Scott …” she breathed into my ear. I could see the crack of her ass and her angelically pale skin. Pure, white, naked, teenage flesh.
I hunched over her a bit more, still kissing along the nape of her neck and shoulder, and reached as low as I could go. I spread her little ass open and touched her butthole with the tip of my middle finger. She flinched, her butt clamping shut.
She brought her arms up between us and pried herself away from me. My cock was rock hard.
“What,” I said flatly.
Kelly said nothing, and responded simply by dropping to her knees in front of me. Oh, joy! First, the belt. Then the button fly of my jeans. She flew into getting my pants down to my knees as if they were on fire. With both hands she grabbed the waistband of my underwear and yanked it down over my cock, which came springing and bobbing to pink life right in front of her face. She looked up at me for the briefest moment with those baby blue eyes, and then grabbed my ass with both her hands to guide my throbbing dick into her open mouth.
I was in pure, ecstatic heaven. This girl knows how to suck— and suck she did! I’ve had some fantastic blowjobs in my life, and this one definitely ranks among them. She couldn’t take my entire length into her mouth, but what she did fit into her hot little mouth, she sucked like a pro— and it felt oh so good …
She sucked slowly at first, with her mouth soft and open, allowing my shaft to ride along her trough-like tongue. Wet and salivating, getting my dick nice and wet. I love having my ass grabbed anyway, and with her using both her hands to shove me in and out of her mouth as she bobbed her head on my swollen knob, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
The intensity of all of it was heightened that much more by the thought that (1) this was Kelly, my niece’s friend and roommate, and (2) that Caroline could come out any minute to expose us. I would truly be caught with my pants down; and there would be her friend, sucking her uncle’s dick!
Kelly was getting into a really good rhythm. She was shoving me into her face and sucking me with little grunts. My cock was slimy wet in no time, and periodically Kelly would pop off my knob for air, with a mixture of my precum and her saliva stringing to her tongue. Her hair was darkening with sweat around her neck, and her face was flushing hotly. What a great view, looking down on her. So submissive on her knees. And clearly enjoying every second of it as much as I was!
“Oh god yes,” I exclaimed, “suck my dick, little girl.” And as if on cue, Kelly did her best to deep throat me. She gagged on my cock and choked a little. “Sorry,” she offered feebly and out of breath.
“Damn,” I answered, “you don’t have to worry about a thing.” And with that I grabbed her head in my hands. I only wish I had a full-length mirror hanging in my shop, so I could have watched the profile of the sight that ensued. Kelly, grabbing my ass. My jeans and underwear below my knees. My hands, wrapped in her brown hair, as I began face-fucking her in earnest. Not so much as to be rough or abusive, but enough to let her know I was in control and was using her mouth. By now, she had relaxed that mouth into wet, sloppy open hole; and I was definitely going to get off in it! I was fucking her sweet face, and she was assisting by rocking my cock in and out of her dirty little mouth. The wet, squishing and sucking sounds, and grunts in her throat, told me she was a horny little slut who loved it and absolutely wanted it.
I didn’t feel that I needed an invitation, nor did I ask. With one final thrust, holding her head down on my cock, I erupted like a fucking geyser into her little slut mouth, shooting a massive load of cum down her throat in powerful spurts. She gagged just a little from the sudden onslaught of cum, but just as quickly she began chugging down what she could. I could feel her sucking and swallowing. And even then it wasn’t enough. Cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and dripped off her chin onto her shirt. It was one of those incredible cums that makes you proud to be a man.
Kelly looked up at me, her eyes looking glossy, as I released her head and she slowly slipped her mouth off my dick. A long roping strand of cum and saliva hung between the tip of my cock and her lower lip. She grabbed my slimy tool with one hand to examine it. Her chin was glazed with cum. My cock was pink and wet and still pulsing in her hand. She looked up at me again, this time holding eye contact, and proceeded to rub my nasty dick all over her face. She smeared my cum from her chin all around her mouth and on the sides of her face like she absolutely adored it, making love to it, tapping my hot purple knob on her lips and kissing it, squeezing my little peehole open, glossy with cum, and flicking the tip of her tongue at it. And then taking me fully into her mouth again, she sucked me completely off, with a final noisy popping-off of her mouth from my swollen head, and a satisfying, “Ahhhhhh …”
“Mmmmmm—that was yummy!” she said, as she wagged my dick in her hand. What a dirty girl! … I’m sure I looked absolutely dumbfounded. But I managed to lift her to her feet. She continued to languidly stroke my softening cock, as once again we engaged in some hot kissing. I could taste my own penis in her mouth, her lips still glossy with cum. I kissed her and licked at her face, kissing my cum from her chin. I figured I had better clean her up.
“I’m going to want more of this,” she said, giving my dick a squeeze. “Just look what you’ve done to me,” she added. And with that, she backed away from me slightly to draw my attention to the crotch of her lounge pants that was darkened with wetness. I reached down and cupped her hot little pussy mound. Indeed, she had soaked her crotch through. I could feel the slickness of her juices even on the outside of her cotton pants, and it was enough to make my finger wet. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked on it. Damn, she tasted good!
“I only wish we could go right now,” I offered with disappointment.
Kelly kissed me once more. A sweet little kiss. “I’m not worried,” she said, “there’ll be plenty of time for that. Now let’s have a little more of that pot.”
And so, I pulled up my pants. (It gets to be a little awkward or embarrassing after a few minutes of standing with your pants down in front of a young girl as your cock softens). And I handed her the pipe …
“This shit makes me so horny,” she said, “I don’t know about you?” …
“Oh hell yes,” I agreed. And we fired up.
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