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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 42 Location: in my pants |
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| Introduction: the fantasies of a burgeoning nympho | ||
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Her name was Summer. And no girl could have ever been named more appropriately, for indeed she was a ray of sunshine. Having just turned 16, the strawberry-blonde was unarguably the hottest piece of ass in town, with a tight little body and taut curves that bumped out in all the right places. Her perky teen breasts were still developing and were by no means 'large,' but they were just ample enough to be a nice-sized handful; and, in complement, her butt was round and firm, yet sufficiently meaty to jut-out provocatively in anything she wore. Her skin was angelically pale and pure-looking, unblemished and softer than a fawn's ear. But Summer was no angel. Though she was still a virgin, she knew full-well that she was the embodiment of a 'wet dream', and she knew how to work the looks she got from men and boys. She would return their glances with a coy smile, sometimes biting her lower lip, her green eyes flashing with devilish excitement, as she felt the heat rising in her panties. {But she only teased them}. At school, she knew for a FACT that her history teacher, Mr. Webber, couldn't get enough of sneaking peeks at her pantied crotch when she wore her short skirts, and all the boys were absolutely crazy for her. Her cute face and general aura exuded that of a true nymph, and Homer himself could not have written of a more perfect temptation for Pan to lure with his flute. She always wore clothes that hugged her little body perfectly, and she could look 'drop-dead sexy' in a simple pair of jeans and a tight-fitting T-shirt, with her burgeoning breasts practically screaming to be sucked on and played with. In a bikini or in her underwear, she would have surely made 'any' self-respecting hetero-male ooze with precum at the very sight of her smooth white skin. Her hair was simply: 'otherworldly' in its color; and 'strawberry-blonde' only begins to describe it, with so many different shades coming to mind. Summer's hair leaned more toward the blonde actually, light and airy, and she kept it styled (or rather 'tossled') in a medium shag-cut that added to her 'untamed' and 'hard to put a finger on' quality. Her raging adolescent hormones had a remarkable grip on her, and the only release she found was through daily masturbation, which she delighted in greatly. Her pussy was a perfect peach, right down to the golden-copper 'fuzz' that had developed all around her pouty little cunt, and Summer was pleased with how her pussy had become thicker over the past couple of years, creating a naughty-looking little fuck box that just begged to be banged from behind -- her favorite position for masturbation, in fact, being on all-fours on her bed, where she could look back over her shoulder and watch her dirty reflection in her dresser mirror. Her newly discovered sensation of feeling the weight of her budding breast poking-out from beneath her while she masturbated excited her very much, and she would become extremely wet picturing some hot boy sucking on her puffy titties as she pumped her middle finger in and out of her tight virgin hole. She really had all kinds of marvelous fantasies when she masturbated. Sometimes dreaming of the day she would lose her virginity, with a romantic beau treating her ever-so-lovingly. And sometimes just wondering what it would be like to be 'used' and have a hard dirty fuck. And lately, the idea of the 'hard dirty fuck' had become a recurring theme in Summer's fantasies. She loved the way her middle finger looked going in and out of her protruding pussy from behind, and whenever she glanced at her perfectly round and pink asshole, it made her feel especially dirty and wanton imagining a 'real dick' not only fucking her pussy, but fucking her tiny asshole as well. She had even grown fond of inserting another digit into her little bung while she masturbated, and on occasion would even include an object, like a lipstick or her makeup brush, to poke in her tight butt and watch it pulse in the mirror to the rhythm of her contracting holes. Summer had learned how to make herself cum when she was 14. The first time actually scaring her a little bit when her sweet girl cum came rushing out into the crack of her ass in a dizzying orgasm, and she panicked momentarily that she had just peed the bed -- but after inspecting the mysterious fluid that had gushed from her flowering young cunt, she knew that this was something completely different and curiously tasted her own jizz for the first time. From that point on, she made a point of making herself cum 'at least' once a day; and she would almost always finish by sucking the sticky girl juice from her fingers while watching the rest of it ooze from her glistening pink slit. If she woke early enough of the mornings, Summer would often play with herself before heading off to school, starting in the shower and then finishing herself off hurriedly in her bedroom in front of the mirror again; bending at the waist at the foot of her bed with her towel yanked-up over her shiny wet ass to watch. She totally got off on her own reflection and watching the self-pleasure she inflicted upon her incredibly pink twat. After cumming in the palm of her hand, she would usually put her panties on immediately . . . not so much to prevent her pussy from dripping on the carpet . . . but mostly, she just liked the feeling of the steamy wet spunk of her orgasm riding secretly around in the crotch of her panties for half the morning, as it slowly dried to a translucent film. Somewhere along the way, during one of her after-school sessions, Summer found that she could rehydrate the stiff spot in her panties by licking and sucking on the cotton crotch and reawakening the light musky flavor of her juicy little peach. That had been a delightful discovery, and on those days when Summer was able to frig her little cunny of the morning, the afternoons would invariably find her flat on her back with her knees bent back and her feet dancing in the air, her dirty panties stuffed in her mouth, as she wetly sucked them back to 'jizmy' life and rubbed her little clit to a fiercely wet orgasm. Though she certainly fantasized about boys and their dicks -- with images of sucking dicks and getting fucked, and being licked in a 69, or jerking dicks to make them spurt, and tasting cum for the first time -- Summer had no urgent 'need' for a boy at the moment, and somehow she just knew that nothing could ever possibly compare to the self-pleasure that her fingers and especially her 'mind' delivered. She fully understood that she was a 'dick tease' and she loved the idea of it. God only knew how many boys {and men alike} jerked their dicks to gooey orgasms with visions of her at night, and Summer liked the idea of THAT too! . . . And just what -- 'WHAT' would any ONE of them do, just to catch a glimpse her masturbating so nastily as she did?! Summer thought of all these things when she masturbated, and her fantasies were unbridled. She imagined that somewhere in the town there was undoubtedly some boy or another masturbating to HER at the very moment of her naughty session, and she pictured him standing between her legs and shooting his sperm on her pink little pussy as she spread it lewdly open for him. And {God!} how he would shoot if he could only see the lipstick poking-out of her twitching pink anus! . . . Summer moaned and squealed and writhed on her bed; she was a real pro at fucking herself. She loved discovering kinky new positions for her wild masturbation, and she found that she also enjoyed squatting over her wooden desk chair with her feet flat on the floor, using the back of the chair for support as she finger-fucked her wet hole with a mad frenzy -- literally 'beating' her virgin twat with the force of her pistoning arm and delighting in the slapping wet sounds that it made. She got off on ALL(!) the sounds her sex made, whether growling and humming into her tasty panties or just silently listening to the soft sucking sounds of her wet vagina as her slippery fingers plunged in and out of it. In her nastier moments she even talked dirty to her imaginary lovers: "Oh yes, FUCK me!" she would demand. "Put that big hard cock in my tight little pussy! You know you want it! Put it in my butt! Cum in me! Cum ON me! Cum in my mouth! Jerk it for me! I wanna' taste your cum! That's it! Suck on those titties! Eat my twat! Tongue that dirty little asshole!" . . . {and so on, and so on} . . . She would bring herself off immaculately every single time with quivering thighs and girlish whimpers, revelling in the feeling of the flood of her orgasm leaking into her ass or, if she were on all-fours, watching the 'drip, drip, drip' from her knuckle onto the bed. The first time she came on her deskchair, she left an absolute puddle in the hard seat of it and then felt the nasty urge to rub her little boobies in it before lapping up the rest with her tongue. Just knowing how 'raunchy' her little acts must have looked turned Summer on even more. One masturbatory session would be the visual fantasy for the next, and the more intense her fantasies became -- the more intense her masturbation. ------------ One fantasy that she had NOT been able to simulate in any suitable way, however, was that of having her tender young breasts sucked on and licked; and at 16, Summer seriously began to yearn for that unknown sensation. Her breasts, though lovely and pink and puffing saucily at her aereolas, were simply not big enough for her to get her own mouth around a tit (as doggedly as she may have tried). But who -- 'WHO' would she possibly invite into her most-private sexual world? She had indeed tried everything under the sun to imitate a sucking mouth on her breasts. She poured water on her tit and fondled it, trapping the water in a ring she made with her fingers around her aereola, and attempted to squeeze and jerk her little tit like a mouth. She tried ice cubes and honey and whipped cream and other things. And she found later that baby oil worked about as well as anything, but it still didn't feel anything like a mouth. She guessed the closest she ever came to feeling anything remotely like it was when she lathered-up her tender breasts in the shower and stroked her swollen nipples, much like stroking a dick . . . {or at least how Summer 'imagined' stroking a dick}. She had even made the mistake of putting the vaccuum cleaner hose to her tit on one ill-conceived occasion. As well as suddenly longing for her budding breasts to be sucked, now that she had turned Sweet 16, Summer was also thinking more and more about a 'real' dicking . . . and a dirty fuck at that! -- Oh, the romantic still lingered in her . . . But after hearing random stories at school from her friends about a 'brief' encounter {here} with a handjob, or a 'brief' encounter {there} with some awkward boyish mauling or premature ejaculation -- it dawned on Summer that she was the type of girl who would require a real 'MAN' to satisfy her raging sexual drive! Someone with experience. Someone who she also knew she would surely drive 'wild' with her forbidden young body . . . "and breaking the LAW(!) with fucking SEX!" she thought . . . as she dreamt of having her little pussy driven-home by a big thick cock, with strong confident hands grasping her tiny waist and banging her from behind -- But who?! -- 'WHO' she thought again. When the image of her Uncle Jake came racing to the front of her mind, she couldn't believe that she was thinking of him! . . . How?! . . . Why?! . . . Why was HIS face the first to pop into her mind?! -- And she tried to dismiss the thought . . . Oh, he certainly wasn't hard to look at; he was really quite handsome at 32 . . . {and, oh god, twice her age to boot}! . . . but aside from all that, he was her UNCLE(!) for fuck's sake!!! -- The thought of it was unfathomable for Summer at first, and she searched madly for a reason 'why' she would so suddenly think of him to fulfill her dirty fantasies . . . and the more she dwelled on 'why' she had conjured-up her uncle's face, the more her pussy heated-up as she began to indulge in all the naughty reasons why he would be just perfect! At 32, her blonde-haired, blue-eyed uncle still looked like he could have been in his mid-twenties. Summer had always thought that he was 'cute,' with his dimpled smile and infectious laugh, but until that moment she had never really contemplated just how 'HOT' he actually was! . . . As she pictured him in the Levi's and fitted T-shirts that he often wore, she found herself 'mentally' undressing him, knowing that he was surely rock-hard from working out at the gym. She had seen him without his shirt on before, and she envisioned him that way -- broad-shouldered with a well-defined chest and six-pack abs -- as she went further to imagine him taking off his jeans and revealing his naked ass . . . (which, of course, only led her to the next natural question of what his mysterious dick must look like)! Again, she was startled by the revelation that she was thinking of her Uncle Jake in such explicitly sexual terms. Never had her fantasies wandered into such uncharted and taboo territory; and while it freaked her out a little bit, the increasing heat and wetness in her panties defied any 'morality' that her better judgement tried to impose on her wandering mind. And soon, she was running the length of her middle finger through her sopping wet slit as she engaged in her first full-blown fantasy of her uncle. She imagined that he would not be wearing any underwear and that his cock would come lumbering heavily out of his button-fly jeans, where she would be waiting for it on her knees, admiring the beauty of it even in it's flaccid state, her mouth watering with the anticipation of taking it in and sucking it to a throbbing wet erection. Tasting his manly cock and knowing that he would TOTALLY get-off on the image of his naughty little neice sucking him off on her knees. Perhaps she would still be clad in her bra and panties as she knelt before him, or maybe completely naked with her little boobies pointing out like torpedoes and her pink twat dripping down her thighs. But one thing was for sure -- her finger would definitely be buried in her furry little cunt as she bobbed up and down on his veiny rod. "What would it taste like?!" she wondered. The 'smell' of it, the 'feel' of it . . . the utter 'dirtiness' of having it in her mouth?! -- She imagined her uncle's hands wrapped in her golden hair, guiding her, as she slobbered all over his swollen knob; her hot teenage pussy swelling also with her desire and dripping on the rug. Her own cum was so tasty, she wondered what a man's would be like; and she pictured her handsome Uncle Jake unloading his sperm in her eager young mouth, grunting and filling her to the brink with his spunk, with cum flowing from the corners of her mouth and dripping off her chin as she would try to swallow all of it she could. She imagined him picking her up in his strong arms and laying her on her bed that smelled of lavender and pulling her little panties down and off her ankles. She imagined him removing her bra and tossing it aside, exposing her ivory white breasts and her seething pink titties, kissing his way around her tiny nipples and sucking on her puffy aereolas until they would become swollen and raw. She imagined him hovering over her and situating his naked body between her legs as she spread them wide, grabbing the back of her knees and lifting her buttocks and glistening wet mound toward his shiny erection. Would his dick be too BIG for her?! -- {heaven forbid}! . . . But surely it would be nice and thick and would feel just wonderful going in and out of her slimy pussy . . . And then her conscience flashed again -- "This was her fucking 'UNCLE!'" Her Uncle Jake. The youngest of his siblings. College-educated. Self-confident. Good-looking. And full of wit and laughter that lit-up the room. The life of the party; he had always been full of life. And to think: not 'too many' years ago he had been pushing her on her swing she thought. Oh, she knew she was 'his favorite', but how could she DO it?! . . . Even if she could be magically placed in the right circumstances for it to all flow naturally, what would the repercussions be? If he were only married(!) Summer thought, she wouldn't have to contemplate any of these things; for if there was any fibre to her teenage moral code, it was that cheating of any kind was out of the question. But her uncle was still mysteriously single. {Or maybe NOT so mysteriously} -- for he certainly had no shortage of girlfriends. Summer had witnessed a steady stream of them through his college years and beyond, and Summer got the distinct impression that he liked playing the field. Of course, this revelation only solidified in her mind that he was surely an expert lover, and she felt herself sliding-back into her growing desire to experience that as well. ------------ So, at the fresh age of 16, Summer began 'testing the sexual waters' with her uncle -- the forbidden and dangerous waters of incest, that brought her riding on a tidal wave of sexual curiosity that she would ride-out to the bitter end, and that was unparalleled by any of the dirtiest fantasies she had ever dreamt up. Her little pussy stayed in a constant state of agitation, to the extent that her panties were sopping wet all day long, absolutely 'glued' to her pouting young twat; and in the afternoons, before she peeled them wetly from the clutches of her steamy crotch, she would admire the rudely bulging camel toe that her panties created, often pulling the fabric into her pink narrow slit and observing how the dew of her excitement seemed to 'halo' her furry little snatch with the color of a shiny new penny. And for some reason, Summer could not let go of the idea of someday presenting that golden treasure to her unsuspecting uncle, who would be the first man to ever see her virgin teen body in all its naked splendor. {She wondered indeed how he would react}! -- And she even feared that he might actually be 'angered' by the whole perverted idea of it all, especially coming from his 'not-so-innocent' little neice -- and perish the thought that he should go running to her mother with news that her daughter was a sexual miscreant, a nympho, a trashy little teenage whore who's taboo fantasies had led her to try to seduce him. She became a prisoner to her mind, and her pussy was her cellmate, constantly nagging at her that 'escape' WAS possible if she would only just 'break free' and DO IT! -- But clearly she would not be able to throw it at him all at once. She needed to test the waters first. And that's exactly what she did. ------------ Her Uncle Jake actually had a very close relationship with his older sister. They were friends. And with the convenience of living in the same town and being a bachelor, he stopped-by for dinner quite often. Summer's parents had divorced a few years ago; so it was just her, her mother, and her little sister Miranda . . . {and, who knows?} . . . maybe if there had been a man in the house: a 'father', Summer may not have spiralled into such rotten depravity. But nevertheless, the Wheel of Fate had spun, and it landed precariously somewhere between her and her uncle, between 'knowing how wrong it all was' and 'knowing how RIGHT it would be' to satisfy -- at last -- all of her debauched fantasies. And so began her naive plot to seduce him. She would anticipate his arrival for dinner throughout the week, and on those days that she knew he was coming she would dress as provocatively as possible without raising a 'red flag' with her mother. A mini-skirt was her weapon of choice . . . not one that hugged her so tightly that it didn't move . . . but one that was still flowing at the hem, as to give her every opportunity to 'flash' her panties whenever she 'carelessly' flopped in a chair across from her uncle. She also got in the habit of dropping things around him, so she would have to bend at the waist to pick them up, her skirt rising tauntingly toward her bubble butt and giving him a full view of the backs of her legs. And whenever her uncle was at the kitchen table, she seemed to always have a mission to search for something high in the cabinets, that invariably called for the use of a chair. Summer had practiced all of these maneuvers in front of her mirror, finding the best ways to expose herself without looking purposeful; and those practice sessions always led to more masturbation, as she then knew that her Uncle Jake couldn't help but be glimpsing her sweet virgin ass and her panty-covered pussy. She tried on ALL her panties to see which looked best after a day of soaking in them; but after 'truly' noticing how 'raw' of a sight her steamy red pussy was, protruding through the wet fabric like two round knuckles, she did not venture to wear them like that in front of her uncle right away. And, besides, the fresh panties she would put on before his arrival would 'always' develop a wet spot during his visit. One liberty she DID take, however, was that of not wearing a bra around the house. Her mother was prone to do the same, and she had bigger tits than Summer -- {though certainly not monsters, at a firm C} -- and it just wasn't a big deal in the privacy of their own home with nothing but women . . . But again, Summer chose her weapon with the scrutiny of a Samuri and found that her favorite was a pale yellow tank top of ribbed cotton that not only exposed the smoothness of her lightly freckled shoulders, but also hugged her breasts in the most perfect way. She would have worn it 'every' time her uncle came to dinner if she could. And her young breasts DID look tantalizing in that top(!) -- round and firm, with only a 'hint' at the size of her puffing aereolas; and her nipples would indeed get hard, but the ribbed fabric was just thick enough that though she was noticeably hard, she did not look as trampish as she certainly felt. It was also at that time that she began requesting 'good-bye' hugs from her uncle again. She had fallen out of that ritual with the self-absorption of her dawning teen years, and regretted that she had done so. The first time she asked her Uncle Jake for a hug was a bit awkward. He just laughed and opened his arms kind of robotically and said, "Well sure, honey" -- laughing his infectious laugh, with his dimpled smile, his eyes twinkling with the blue-eyed affection Summer then remembered adoring as a little girl -- and asking, "What's gotten into you?" Oh, how she wished she could have been one of his many flings at that very moment and been able to answer him in a million different ways. But Summer had no rehearsal for his question, and caught off guard, she simply answered, "I just miss getting hugs from you." But that was all the ice-breaker she needed. After that, the hugs became a ritual again. And within a week Summer was greeting him at the door with a hugs. Just feeling his strong arms wrapped around her small waist, with her tender breasts pressed against his firm body made her pussy melt. Later, she would masturbate herself to sleep with the vision of that embrace, only naked, with her uncle's hands drifting to her bare ass, and her, kissing his nipples and leaning in to feel his hard cock pressed against her smooth stomach, or reaching between them to take it in her hand and stroke it 'till it oozed with pre-cum, leaving a gooey trail around her belly button before she bent down to take it in her mouth. It wasn't long before Summer actually found herself having to go to the bathroom while her uncle was over for dinner to frig her little clit furiously over the toilet until she could climax and re-enter the room more relaxed. This never took her very long, just 'knowing' that her uncle was in the house at those moments. All that separated them was a door, and if only he knew(!) how she was squatting over the toilet like she did with the chair in her room, her pussy as red as a sunset and throbbing with desire, as she fingered herself at a rabbit's pace until her cum dripped in the water, what would he DO?! What would he do, to see her with her flowered panties twisted around one ankle where she had pulled them down to straddle the toilet? What would he do, to see her in that kinky position, with all the dirtiness that the image of a bathroom conjures up? -- She was NOT in the privacy of her own room and it was NOT some solitary hour. She was half-naked in the bathroom, with her mini-skirt hiked-up over her white ass, finger-fucking her hot little hole with urgent necessity, while the blonde-haired, blue-eyed object of her fantasies sat in the very next room! ------------ As fate would have it, there came a night of serendipitous miscommunication. Summer's mom had signed-up to be a chaperone at one of Miranda's middle school dances and they were both gone for the evening, but she had failed to tell her brother that dinner was a 'no-go'. Summer herself was none the wiser, assuming that all lines of communication were open, and was looking forward to a Friday night alone, where she naturally planned to masturbate and think about more ways to seduce her uncle. She was well-into her wet masturbation when her uncle pulled into the driveway. But she did not hear him. Rather, she was in the throws of ecstasy. She knew that she had a good 'three-hour window' to do whatever she pleased; so she had already taken an erotic shower, using the showerhead to stimulate her little clit with its forceful torrent of water and once again soaping-up her breasts to 'jerk them off'. When she emerged from the shower, she walked naked to her bedroom, enjoying the freedom of a house to herself, and even left the door to her room ajar, knowing that no one would be stumbling-in on her -- but the 'idea' of it was what really turned her on, and was why she left it partially open. When her uncle came through the front door . . . {which had honestly been left unlocked through oversight} . . . Summer had already been lost in her fantasy world for some time, with her ass jacked-up in the air in her favorite doggie position, pointing her wet heiney at the mirror, as she rubbed and fingered her juicy cunt with a slow but steady rhythm. On one elbow, she held in her other hand the pink panties that she had worn that day, as she simply licked at the crotch of them with the tip of her pointed tongue, tasting at intervals her sticky cum from earlier that morning. And wouldn't you know that this was one of those occasions, too, that her lipstick was planted securely in her pink little asshole. When he walked inside, her uncle 'thought' that he heard talking coming from another part of the house, so he naturally followed where his ears led him -- and he immediately got the shock of his life! He could hear in fact that it was Summer by herself, and she was obviously masturbating, and what shocked him most was that she was calling his name(!) between licks of her panties: "Oh YES, Uncle Jake . . . mmmph, mmmmm . . . . FUCK ME in my tight little pussy . . . yes(!) . . . oH . . . mmmmm . . . STICK that cock in me . . . mmm-MMmmmm . . ." He couldn't believe his ears. ". . . Fuck me, Uncle Jake . . . mmm hmmmm . . . that's right . . . put it in there . . . you know you want it." Jake was absolutely paralyzed for a moment. He felt the immediate urge to turn around and get the hell out of there, but more urgently he thought that his legs might very well go out from under him. He felt his face flushing with embarrassment. Embarrassment for both of them. What a moment to catch ANY teenage girl in, much less his own NEICE! -- It was as though his heart had stopped. And then he saw the stream of light that led to the cracked door to her bedroom. "Mmmmm . . . suck my titties, Uncle Jake . . . yeesss . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmmmm . . . SUCK 'em . . ." And at that moment, Jack felt a stirring between his legs; his mind went straight to his penis, and it actually felt like pre-cum was dribbling from his pee hole. He felt an icy sweat break out all over his body, and he knew he had to venture a 'peek'. How 'DIRTY(!)' he thought -- How utterly dirty! To spy on his little neice in her most private moment. But he couldn't help himself; and the more he thought about what a rare opportunity he had before him, the more he felt a surge of nervous excitement overtaking him. And finally, he concluded that there would be no harm done in the end with one little voyeuristic escapade that he would no doubt carry secretly to his grave. And so he approached her door. If he thought he had had a shock a moment ago, when he got to her bedroom door and peeked through the four-inch gap, he was completely unprepared for the view he got from the reflection in her mirror. At first, he just got the general impression of her naked teen body and glowing flesh, as his overwhelming nervousness had him operating in a dreamlike state -- but then he SAW! He saw her pale white ass, jacked-up in the air, round and smooth and taut from the nasty position she was in, with her middle finger buried up past the second joint; her pink slit as wet as any pussy he had ever seen with the copper-colored peach fuzz that surrounded it, and her plump pussy lips looking like a little red valentine between her legs. Not only that -- but she had a LIPSTICK poking out of her butthole!!! Her chest was pressed to the mattress, and he could only see the sides of her pale young breasts, but what really 'got' him was the curvature of her back and her small girlish waist, the immaculate whiteness of her smooth skin, with her knees spread wide on the bed and her delicious teen ass as high in the air as she could get it. "Oh, god, YES!" Summer continued to moan . . . "I LOVE your big cock, Uncle Jake . . . oH . . . OH-H! . . . I want to SUCK IT again . . . mmmmMM . . . make me CUUUMM, Uncle Jake . . . oH-ooooh . . . I want to suck you OFF!" At this point, Jake was turned-on more severely than he had ever been in his entire life, as he stood there wide-eyed and unblinking. It just seemed too unreal. His dick was now straining in his pants with an enormous hard-on, and he reached down and clutched it through his jeans like a little boy trying to keep himself from peeing. As he gave it a hard squeeze, he felt it throb in his hand; and the next thing he knew he was slowly unbuttoning his fly to take hold of his dick in his underwear. He felt like he was going to cum, just doing that, with the sheer perversion of the idea that he was about to masturbate while watching his teenage neice do the same; and indeed he could feel that he had already left a gooey spot of precum in the front of his jockies. " . . . mmmmm, Uncle Jake . . . I love the taste of your dick . . . mmmph . . . fuck my mouth with it . . . YES! . . . CUM in your horny little neice's mouth . . . mmmmmm . . . CUM on my titties . . . DO IT . . . oh, yesss . . . CUM all O-VER me . . ." Jake stared at his neice on the bed. She was now pumping two fingers in and out of her virgin pussy. On the 'out' stroke, her fingers would part, spreading her pink gash wider apart and exposing her white hot clit that shined between them; and then, as she plunged her fingers back into her hole, Jake could hear the squishing sound of her flooded trench. She was rocking on her haunches now and both of her tiny hands were working her smoldering cunt and asshole. Every minute or so the lipstick phallus would begin to squeeze out of Summer's ass, and with one finger she would push it slowly back in. She was spread wide-open and oblivious to her uncle in the hallway. For his part, Jake was now jerking his hard cock with a fury, trying to be as silent as possible, though his groans were catching in his throat, and he was panting with a muffled grunting, a 'pitter-patter' of movement flapping against his open pants. Summer's own moans were loud enough that she probably wouldn't have heard him, even if he wasn't repressing his urge to groan loudly, but it still kept him on edge. His massive boner became increasingly lubricated with his steady flow of precum, and before long it was audibly 'smacking' in his pumping fist; the flaring head of his cock knob purple with lust. "OHHH-hh! . . . Uncle JAKE! . . . EAT ME OU-OoT! . . . errrnggh . . . oHH! . . . EAT that pussy! . . . oh SHIT, you feel so fucking good." And then suddenly, Summer's whole body seized up. With a violent shudder in her thighs, and a jerking, bucking, convulsing motion of her lower back, Summer came on her fingers. The lipstick tube was forced from her ass and fell to the bed. Jake could clearly see the river of cunt juice flowing out, over, and between her stilled fingers; and her pink little asshole was even wet, as it clenched and unclenched with her tremendous orgasm. "Oh. My. GO-DDD(!) -- Uncle JA-AAKE!" Summer yelled, as her climax overtook her. And that's when Jake let go. With clenched teeth, his orgasm came roping-forth in impressive jets of cum. Shooting hard, his sperm came arching out in one spurt after another, travelling at least three feet before hitting the floor, the door facing, and some of it even shot into Summer's room! Cum flowed over the fingers on his hand. It fell in globs on the inside of his jeans and underwear. He couldn't help but go, "ERRR-rrrngh!" And amazingly, Summer 'still' did not hear him. When it was all said and done, his steamy spunk lay all over the hallway, dripping on the baseboards and spattering the floor like mercury. There was even some clinging to Summer's doorknob. As soon as it was over, Jake put his throbbing member back in his pants and quietly buttoned-up his fly. As he did so, he saw that his neice was still coming-down from her orgasm. Her fingers were out of her pussy and she was massaging the swollen red lips with her glistening fluid. With a final glance of her nasty nubile body, Jake slowly retreated down the hallway and left. For days afterwards, the image of that night swirled in his head and tormented his dreams. He declined his sister's invitations to dinner and wondered nervously if anyone had detected the evidence of the most incredible orgasm he had ever had. |
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