My Niece Sally: What happened in this story isn't true, and does have a somewhat happy ending. I had just moved to this state after falling in love with who is now my wife, over the Internet. My wife and I fell in love in a chat room, talking late into every night on line, then, later in our relationship, on the telephone.
One thing led to another, and we decided that we couldn't live without each other, so I packed up everything I own, moved, and was very happy for a lot of years. I met Sally during the first month in town during a family get together where I was introduced as the new boyfriend, and pretty much humiliated for being dumb enough to move to the state after meeting someone on the internet. (It wasn't very common back then, and people that actually met people from the Internet were looked at as being a little off.) Sally was twelve at the time, and was really quite grown up for her age.
"Well, I'm glad you're here Uncle Mark" She said to me after I took quite a verbal thrashing from her mother about how I could have been an axe murderer or some other sort of psycho. "I'd have showed up with a gun if I was going to meet someone from the Internet." Misha declared. As if to prove to the rest of her family just how tough she was. "If I showed up at all. You just don't know about people these days." I became quite successful in the new state, going to work for a few companies before finding "The One".
I worked my way up through middle management fairly quickly, and on up to VP of Operations. We bought a large home on quite a bit of land. We had a swimming pool, a guest cottage, and even my own driving range on the property. There was a pasture for horses, and one for the few head of cattle that we had to keep us busy and help supplement our income.
My wife and I were very happy and things were going well. The phone rang, one spring evening. "What's the matter?" I heard my wife asking the yet unknown person on the other end of the line. "I know." She continued, looking in my direction holding a finger in the air as to tell me to wait a minute.
"Ok, we'll be here&hellip. Uh, yea&hellip. Ok&hellip.I'll talk to you then." She pushed the button on the receiver and started into the den where I was clacking on the computer catching up on some e-mail from work.
She sat down in the chair next to my desk with a worried look on her face. "That was Misha." She said "Oh yea?" I replied, stopping what I was doing, and looking at her over my reading glasses. "Yea, and it's not good" I took off my glasses, and leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms over my head, waiting for the impending bad news.
Misha and her husband had moved to the south end of the state when he got a better paying job, so at this point the news could be anything. "Sally was caught steeling at the super market, and she's been ditching school again. Misha thinks it's the friends she's got and wants to get her away from them. "So, what does that have to do with us?" I asked, thinking that I already knew the answer.
"Misha wants to know if we can keep her the summer. Let her work on the ranch, and learn some responsibility. Maybe you can get her a job down at the plant, and teach her what it means to work for a living.
She's gonna be sixteen next month. She can work there now can't she?" "Well, yea," I stammered, "but I don't have time to baby sit while I'm there, I got work to do while I'm at work." I argued even though I felt as if it were pointless. "You don't have to baby sit. She'll have supervisors to do that won't she?" She explained, seeming to have this all figured out. "I think it would do her some good to have chores around the house, and a job to go to every day." She noticed my "deer in the headlights look" and tapped me on the knee as she stood up.
"I'll tell her it's ok, and we'll pick her up this weekend. How's that?" "Ok," I said, "We'll pick lack of penis is dangerous girlfriend hardcore up this weekend.
I'll call and cancel the golf game with the guys." I started to reach for the cell phone on my desk to retrieve the numbers. "Oh shoot," she exclaimed, "I'm supposed to go to the city with Granny, and Carla for Granny's eye appointment Saturday." "Carla can take her, can't she?" "She's afraid to drive in the city by herself." She looked at me with those beautiful green eyes she has. The ones that I knew from the first time I saw them would be able to get me to do almost anything.
"Can you drive down and get Sally?" Now she was really pouring it on. Giving me that slightly pouting, schoolgirl in trouble look. I couldn't resist it, even though it went against my better judgment.
The rest of the week went by without any more emergencies popping up. It had been arranged that I would drive the seven and a half hour drive down on Saturday; I would spend the night at a hotel, despite the invitation from my sister in law to stay at their house, then get up early Sunday, and drive back with my, not so willing niece, and begin the punishment of a summer of hard work.
Early Saturday, I pulled the pickup out of the garage, checked the oil, and the belts. I glanced over at my pride and joy sitting under a car cover still in the garage, a nineteen ninety-eight, Dodge Viper. It was blue, and a roadster, and begging me to drive it. "Everything look ok under there?" My wife called out while she was getting into her Cadillac. "I got a belt that looks pretty bad." I grinned to myself.
"Do you think it will make it?" She walked up behind me, looked over my shoulder, and pretended to know what she was looking at. "I don't know," I said pointing at a worn spot on the air conditioning belt. "It's not looking good." I made a clicking sound with my tongue behind my teeth. "I could take the Viper. It's almost as good on gas as the old truck here." "If you keep your foot out of the engine." She smirked. "Go a head, just be careful, but you know Sally's got her permit She's gonna want to drive." "Don't worry," I assured her.
"I'm not teaching anyone to drive in this." I'd already had the car cover off, and was folding it neatly to be stored in the trunk. I took my overnight bag from the cab of the pickup, and tossed it in the trunk next to the cover with a whole new exuberance.
Now the trip was going to be fun. I'll put the top down, the wind in my hair, and the sun in my face. Not to mention full movie bdsm halle von is in town on vacation with her boycrony just about anytime I've ever driven the Viper by my self, there was always a young girl or two, convinced that I had a lot of money I didn't know what to do with, that would always show me their tits, hoping perhaps that I'd motion them to the next rest stop, where they could make me into their new sugar daddy.
I walked towards the caddy, gave my wife a kiss. "You be careful." She ordered. "No hot-rodding, and don't pick up any of those girls that show you their tits." She elbowed me in the ribs playfully as she got in and buckled up. "Say hi to Granny for me." I yelled as she backed the car out aliyah love spreads her pussy ampampamp finger fucks herself the garage.
I pulled the pickup back into the garage, shut the engine off, and wondered how she knew that girls showed me their tits. They'd never done it while she was in the car.
I went to the Viper, reached in through the driver's window, and unclipped the latch holding the top to the windshield. A steady pull towards the back of the beast, and voila, a midlife crisis cure in the making. After securing the top, I slid behind the wheel, inserted the key into the ignition, and turned. She roared to life. All ten cylinders performing a sonata, like musicians in an orchestra.
Carefully I backed out of the garage, turned towards the road, and I was off. As I entered the freeway, my thoughts drifted towards my wife. I'm not going to say that our marriage was perfect. We had our problems like every one else. Ours seemed to revolve around sex.
She had surgery about a year ago, and with the none activity of recovery, and the steroids the doctor had prescribed to aid healing. She had gained a few pounds, and her sex drive was gone. Not that it was really anything too erotic in the first place. Sex for my wife was planned to the tee. The towels had to be in place, the candles lit, and everyone had to have a shower.
It took me a few years to even get her mouth close to my prick, and even then, she spit and gagged, and made grimacing faces when I came in her mouth. I knew she didn't enjoy it, but she kept reassuring me that she did.
Simply for the fact that I enjoyed it, and she wanted to please me. I think I was the first man that ever suggested performing oral on her, as an overbearing single mom raised her and her sister, and "the sex talk" while growing up consisted of telling her two girls all of the bad things about sex, and how much it would hurt, and it was only meant for conception, all the time spouting off bible versus condemning the act.
She wouldn't let me go down on her at first. I had to do it for the first time with her hands tied with scarves teen gets her st hardcore ride blowjob amateur one of our more risqué sessions. She was pretty much hooked after that. Still, she rarely returned the favor. Giving excuses like, "My jaws still hurt from the last time," or "Not tonight, I just brushed my teeth." Blowjobs weren't everything I guess, but it's nice to have your cock sucked every now and then.
Simply thinking about it got me fired up. I noticed that my cock had sprung to life, and was starting to get a little uncomfortable. "Don't worry," I assured myself, "Sally's probably two hundred pounds or more by now." The last time I saw Sally, she was thirteen, pudgy, and had the attitude that she didn't care what anyone thought of her, she was who she was, like it or not.
She was never really what you would call a "Joy to be around" and I was always glad when the family gatherings were over. She always seemed to hover right around where I was, holding my hand, or offering hugs. She was kind of a pest really. And now, I get to spend eight hours in a small car rubbing shoulders with this pest, having to listen to "her side" of what really happened to put her in this situation.
Needless to say, my erection subsided. At a little after six that evening, I pulled into the hotel parking lot. I went to the counter, checked in, and retired to my room.
Once inside, I called Misha to let her know I was in town. Gentle deepthroat oral stimulation smalltits and homemade husband answered.
"Hey bud," he answered in that fake, we've been friends our whole lives, sort of tone. "Hey Frank, Just wanted to call and let you guys know I made it to town." "Long trip, isn't it." Frank said, stating the obvious. "Yea, I'm beat. Think I'll just grab some room service and hit the sack.
Got another long drive tomorrow." "Yea, I bet. Hey, Misha's right here, hang on." And with that, my contact with Frank hopefully ended for the remainder of the trip. "Mark?" Misha asked, "I know we're putting a lot on you guys, but I need one more favor." "For the love of Christ, I'm already taking your delinquent, brat daughter to the other end of the state for the summer, so you and Frank can do God knows what, for four or five months, what more can I possibly do?" I had to blink a few times to make sure that I hadn't actually said that out loud, even though it was what I was feeling.
"What's that Misha?" I asked instead. "Frank and I need to leave tomorrow real early. His aunt is sick in Mississippi, and not expected to live much longer." She continued.
"It just came up, and I hate to impose any further, but do you think Sally can stay at the hotel with you?" There it was. The last thing I needed after driving all day. Babysitting the brat in a hotel room for the night before spending all day with her in a very small car.
I'd had plans of getting a bottle of Scotch, renting a porn movie, and jacking off till I was sore. "Sure," I grimaced. "Are you gonna drop her off, or am I picking her up?" I put my hand on my forehead, and looked up at the ceiling asking my maker what could I possibly have done to deserve this punishment. "I can drop her off.
You're at the Windsor right?" "Yep, room three eleven." It was done. "Ok, we'll see you in a few minutes." She said. "Oh, Mark?" "Yea" I replied, sure that the fresh off the bus teen runaway forced anal was coming to an end. "I can't tell you thanks enough.
I know that she's gonna be better for it." She got quiet, and I thought I heard her crying. "Frank and I are at our wit's end. We've tried everything we can think of." "Oh come on Misha, she's fifteen. It's a phase." I tried to reassure her. "She'll be a whole new girl when she comes back." "Well, I know you and Leesha will take good care of her." She sniffled. "But, don't go easy on her either." She put on the tough girl act again.
"Well, we're ready to go. See you in a few minutes." She hung up. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. "It's open." I yelled from the chair I was sitting on. "Uncle Mark?" a voice called out. "Yea, in here." I said getting up off of the small uncomfortable couch to meet them. Sally walked in the room with her arms stretched out looking for a hug.
"It's good to see you." She stammered, almost in tears. Looking behind her, I didn't see anyone. I broke the embrace, and went to the door. I looked both ways up and down the hallway. There was no one there. "He just dropped me off." She said tearfully. "Frank didn't want to get out of the car, and mom stayed home to finish packing for their trip tomorrow." I turned around to look at "the pest" I had remembered from a few years ago.
She was about five foot, seven inches tall, and very slender with long legs. She was wearing a short denim skirt, flat sandals and a tee shirt that showed off her midriff that said "Baby Girl" across the front.
She had short blonde hair, and big hoop earrings dangling on each side of her sad, beautiful face. "Wow, you've changed a lot," was all I could manage to say, without letting the drool in my mouth come rushing out onto the front of my shirt. It didn't seem to have an affect on her.
She took the bag off of her shoulder, letting it hit the floor with a thud, and rushed towards me putting her arms around my neck. "I'm glad to baisee dans la rue la cougar fait la totale you." "Hey, hey," I returned the embrace.
"It's ok now. Don't cry." She continued to sob. "I really screwed up this time Uncle Frank." She managed. "Frank doesn't want me around any more." "Oh come on now. He just doesn't know how to handle a teenager." I tried to reassure her.
"No, he said I'd never amount to anything but a pregnant teen out on the street, and he was glad to get rid of me." She held on to me tighter, and continued to cry. "Does your mom know about this?" I asked pulling her away from me. "No, I didn't tell her." She finally broke the embrace, and sat down on the foot of the bed. "She wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyway.
Frank calls the shots at our house, and mom lets him. She's scared of him." "Scared of him?" I scowled. "Franks a weenie. What would he do to make her afraid of him." She wiped the tears from her eyes, and I offered a tissue from the box on the nightstand.
"Frank told her that if I got in trouble one more time, he was going to leave, and mom's afraid she wouldn't be able to make it alone." She blew her nose on the tissue. "Mom's not as tough as she lets on to people. She's scared." "And you?" I asked taking another tissue from the box and handing it to her.
"Are you scared of that too."? "Hell no!" she exclaimed, "Let him leave. Mom and I would be better off without him." My cell phone rang. It was Leesha. "Crap, I forgot to call her." I said under my breath. "Hey baby." I said into the sexy teen playing her cunt on webcam. "Are you there yet?" Was her response.
"Yea, I got here about an hour and a half ago." I looked a Sally in a new light. She was scared, and upset, and didn't seem to me to be the juvenile delinquent she'd been described to be. "So you're going to pick her up in the morning?" "Well, Sally's already here at the hotel.
Frank dropped her off a half an hour ago. Misha said that Frank's aunt was sick and they were leaving for Mississippi very early." "She's at the hotel with you?" She asked. "Yea, she's right here. Do you want to talk to her?" "Well, ok." I handed the phone to Sally. She stood up, took the phone, and turned around and started talking to my wife. I watched her walk away from me across the room.
I couldn't help but look at her. The way the muscles in the small of her back moved when she walked. The way her skirt hugged her hips, and showed off her tight little ass.
She definitely wasn't the brat I remembered from a few years ago. She was a little hottie that could definitely get her self into trouble with boys if she wasn't careful. She ran out of room, and turned to walk the other way. I watched her walk back towards me. The tee shirt she was wearing looked to be about two sizes too small, and hugged her C cup tits tightly. I could tell she was wearing a bra, but could still see the outline of her nipples.
"I can't wait to see you either Aunt Leesha. Ok, here he is." She handed me the phone, which broke my gaze from her perfect tits. I think she caught me looking, because she smiled as she handed me the phone. "She wants to talk to you." She said, grinning, and spinning around to get her suitcase that she left by the door. "Hi," I managed, as I watched her walk away from me.
"How's she doing?" My wife asked. "Oh, she seems to be doing ok, I guess." I said as I watched her bend over exaggeratedly, to pick up her suitcase and purse. She caught me looking again when she looked back at me while she was bent over. "So you're leaving in the morning?" She asked me as I turned my gaze to the wall above the bed.
Mainly so I could concentrate on the phone call with my wife. "That's the plan. We'll check out at about seven or so, get some breakfast, and head north." "Ok, I Love you, and be careful." She sighed. "Still no hotrodding allowed," she joked, "and I'll see you guys tomorrow evening." "I Love you too baby, and we'll be careful.
Bye." I pushed the end button on my phone, set it on the table, and turned to Sally. "Are you hungry?" I asked "Yea, but do we have to go out?" She asked me as she opened up her suitcase.
"I'm not in the mood to see a lot of people right now." "No, we don't have to anna king and valentina blue in privateacirceurotrades casting couch out." I tossed the room service menu towards her on the bed. "Just pick something from here, and they'll deliver it." She thumbed through the menu as she kicked off her sandals. "Pepperoni Pizza and a coke." She said, "I'm gonna take a shower and get ready for bed, unless you want to go first." She looked up at me with eyes that would melt an iceberg.
This girl could get anything she wanted from me, and I bet she knew it. "Uh…no, not at all… you go ahead. I'll order the food, and I'm gonna go to the lobby for a minute. I'll be right back. "Ok," she said as she walked toward the bathroom.
"I'll be here." Just as she was about to turn the corner, she pulled the tee shirt over her head letting me see her naked back except for the tan colored bra strap. I'd ordered the food, and heard the shower going. "I'll be right back." I announced through the door. "I'm going down stairs." As I heard the door lock behind me, my mind was reeling.
This young goddess was spending the night in my room. There were two king sized beds, thank God, but the fantasies kept appearing. Holding that tight body in my arms, feeling her hot breath on my chest and stomach right before she… "DING" The sound of the elevator interrupted my thoughts.
An older couple got off. I put my head down almost in shame for the thoughts going on in my head. This was my niece for Christ's sake. She was a family member, even if only by marriage, and not to mention a minor. I had to get these thoughts out of my head. Around the corner of the hotel was a liquor store. I selected a fifth of Scotch, and a bag of jerky. I also picked cute brunette gets a nice cream pie a bag of M&Ms and a bag of chips.
Stopped at the cooler slut lesbian and super small teens huge cocks an nearly life sized teddy bear with a my way to the register and picked up a six-pack of Coke. Paid for the items, picked up the bag, and headed back to the room, not quite sure what awaited me.
I slid the key card into the slot, and heard the click of the lock. I opened up the door, and she was standing there in front of the mirror on the dresser. She was completely naked, applying deodorant to her underarms. She looked at me with her mouth open, frozen for a moment. I stared at her, also in shock, astounded by the beauty in front of me.
She was perfect. Her short hair was tussled, still wet from the shower, her shoulders were so smooth, and white. Her breasts were like something from a magazine. Small perky nipples crested each one. Her stomach was flat, and looked so hard amazing sexy big tit latina teasing on webcam you could crack walnuts on it.
There was a small, neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair just above her tiny slit. The lips of her delicate, sensual pussy protruded slightly from within.
Her thighs were creamy white, and perfect all the way to her knees, and shapely calves, all the way down to her cute little feet. Her entire body seemed to scream at me "TAKE ME I'M YOURS!" I turned my head as the door shut, almost dropping the bag. But I couldn't help but turn my eyes to look at her still.
At the same time she reached behind her on the bed scooping up the towel she had slung there and quickly covered her self. The towel was a little too small to go around her, and cover both her breasts and her pussy, so one or the other remained exposed. I couldn't help but look at this lovely creature before me. "Ahem!' she made a gesture with her hand directing me to turn around.
"Uh… sorry…" I turned around to face the door. I set the bag down next to the door, and said, "Um… you finish up, and I'll go get some ice. Can you hand me the bucket?" I felt the ice bucket nudge against my back as she slid past me to get to the bathroom. I turned to get the bucket, she handed it to me as she skimmed by. Her ass was uncovered and bounced ever so slightly as the door closed. "I'll be right back." I announced again as I went through the door into the hallway, already planning the very cold shower I was going to take when I got back.
I returned to the room after trying to give her ample time to get dressed and get out of the bathroom. This time I knocked on the door. I heard her tell me to come in. I put down the ice bucket, grabbed the bottle out of the bag, and filled a glass with ice. "Food's here." She announced sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing a V-necked tee shirt that was about five sizes too large. "I signed the bill, I hope you don't mind." "Not at all. It will show up on the bill for the room that way." I took the cover off of the plate left on the desk, grabbed the tray, and took it to the small table in the corner.
I filled the glass with Scotch, and ate my dinner. "How long is the drive?" She broke the silence. "About seven or eight hours." I stated matter of factly. "We're gonna need our rest. It's a long drive." I heard the television come on, and as she was shopping sexy beautiful babe quinn wilde tastes a big black cock dial, she asked if she could rent a movie.
"Sure, anything you want." I said, finishing my plate. I refilled the glass with Scotch, picked up the bottle and announced that I was taking a shower. "Ok," she said, "I'll be here." "There's more soda and some chips in the bag if you're still hungry." I said as I passed in front of the TV on my way to the bathroom.
"Uncle Mark?" She asked. "Yes," I said turning in her direction. "Did I do anything wrong?" There were those eyes again. So sultry, and forgivable, and she knew how to work them.
"No sweetie. You didn't do anything." I replied. "What makes you say that?" "I don't know. You've just been really quiet since you got back from the store." She pulled the top off of a Coke can. "Like you're mad at me or something." "No sweetie, I'm not mad. It's just been a long…" Tentacle rape uncensored hentai brutal wanted to tell her how long it had been since I'd seen a vision so lovely.
I wanted to tell her how long it had been since I'd seen someone so young and innocent, and perfect in everyway, and just how much I wanted to naive teen cuties enjoy a quick foursome her young body until she squealed with orgasm after orgasm, until we both passed out from pleasure.
"It's been a long day," was my reply instead. I got into the bathroom, and shut the door. I could still smell the remnants of her shampoo, deodorant, and body spray. Her panties and bra were in a corner on the floor. I got undressed and sat on the toilet.
I finished the glass, and poured another, trying to gain my composure, but there were those panties. White ones with little flowers on them. I couldn't resist temptation. I picked them up to inspect them. So tiny, I thought. I peered into the crotch, to find a thin moisture stain. Without thinking, I put them to my nose. The scent was heaven. My cock immediately sprang to life. I tossed them back into the corner, took the remaining Scotch in my glass into my mouth, and swallowed hard.
I got into the shower, turned on the water, and felt the warmth flood over my body. My cock was still standing at attention as I grabbed for the soap. I soaped up under my arms, down my chest, and stomach. I wrapped a soapy hand around the shaft of my engorged member sliding my hand up and down along its length.
I kept running through my mind Sally's tender body. I replayed the sight of her perfect ass, and her luscious tits.
I wanted so much for her to be eighteen, and a hooker, or a hitchhiker. I needed her to be someone other than my niece, my fifteen-year-old niece.
I continued stroking my cock, putting my hand on the shower wall for support. I could feel my balls tightening for the impending release. Faster and harder I jerked, thinking of my cock ramming into Sally's tight virgin pussy. Having her bent over the desk slamming into her ass, hearing her whimper with delight, begging for me to slam harder. I reached the breaking point. I pumped my swollen rod hard and fast for all it was worth, with a quiet grunt, I came, more than usual.
Rope after rope of white-hot spunk erupted from the purple head of my cock splatting against the shower wall with a thud. Load after load erupted as I pumped my member with fury. I cleaned up the mess with the removable showerhead, and washed the semen down the drain. I finished rinsing the soap from my body, and my shrinking dick. I stepped out of the shower, and remembered that I'd forgotten to get my shorts out of my bag when I got clean underwear.
I put the underwear on, and wrapped a towel around my waist and was about to exit the bathroom when I noticed that the bathroom door was open just a little. I wondered if she had peaked in at me. Did she see me jacking my dick? Did she like it? I retrieved my shorts, and headed back to the bathroom to put them on.
I paused just outside of the bathroom door, to look through the crack. I could see in the mirror, a full view of the shower, right through the semi clear shower door. I bet she saw everything, which means that she wanted to look.
I had short hair so it didn't take long to dry. I ran the electric razor over my face, then applied after shave.
I left the bathroom, and saw that Sally had turned off the TV and had covered up. It was only nine-thirty. Surely a teenager didn't go to bed at nine-thirty on Saturday night. I looked out the window of the hotel, and it was raining. I could see flashes of lightning in the distance. I got under the covers of my own bed, and fumbled for the remote on the nightstand. I heard her snore softly and was certain that she was asleep already. I lay on the bed, not watching TV, but watching her sleep. She'd gotten warm, and uncovered herself.
With her back to me, and the shirt she was wearing hiked up, I could see her panty-covered ass, and her bare legs. Her hand was resting between her legs, and I could see her fingers protruding through her thighs. How Cute client tetti dew korti gets fucked and facialized wanted to be where those fingers were.
I felt my cock stir again with that thought. Just then, a brilliant white light came through the window, and then a loud crash of thunder, and the lights went out. Complete darkness enveloped the room. I got up and looked out the window. All of the streetlights were out, and there were only a few cars on the streets below. I figured that my evening of TV was canceled, so I climbed back into bed. "Uncle Mark?" She whimpered "Yea sweetie?" "I'm scared." She replied, again, a slight whimper in her voice.
"It's ok," I tried to reassure, "It's just a thunder storm. It just knocked out the power." Just then, another flash, followed by an even louder crash of thunder. The bed shook, and I was pummeled by arms and legs as Sally tried to get under the covers, and huddle next to me. I put my arm up, and guided her head to my chest. "It's ok, just a little noise." I put my arm around her shoulders and rested my hand on the small of her back.
She had her arm across my chest and was holding on tight. The growling of the thunder subsided, and she relaxed. I started to gently rub her back "Shhh… See, I told you&hellip. just a little noise." She sighed, and in kind, rubbed my bare chest, then slung one leg over mine. The feeling of this young goddess piled up against me was heaven. I could feel the nipples of her tits rub my side as she breathed, and against my thigh could feel the warmth emanating from between her milky thighs.
I swallowed hard as I felt my cock straighten taught. Her hand was on my stomach just over the waistband of my shorts. I was afraid that my hardening cock would peek out of my shorts and try to get to her soft hand.
I felt her breathing slow, and thought I heard a soft snore. I tried to relax, and go to sleep, but my cock wouldn't allow it. It strained at the waistband of my shorts, and got a little uncomfortable. It was harder then it was in the shower, if that was possible. Very carefully, not wanting to move her, I thought I could shift my cock to the side, and out from under the waistband of my shorts.
I was just about to move, when I felt her hand move down and grip my throbbing member through my shorts. "Mmmmm…" Was the sound that escaped her lips, and then another quiet snore followed.
"Is she asleep?" I asked my self. I groaned to myself at the feeling of this young girls hand grasping my swollen manhood. She shifted her weight, moved her leg farther onto mine, and put her very hot pussy right up against my leg.
I started to sweat, not knowing how much more of this I could take. She shifted her grip on my dick, and actually started to move her hand. Grasping and releasing, gently squeezing, then moving. "Does it hurt?" She whispered.
Oh God, she was awake! My mind reeled at the question. "Huh?" was all I managed.
"When it gets that big, does it hurt?" Again she squeezed gently, and started moving her hand up and down slowly. "Uh… no, not really." I couldn't believe that's what came out of my mouth. Not, stop it, or we shouldn't be doing this. "Did it get that hard because you saw me naked?" through the little bit of light coming through the window, I saw her eyes blinking, and looking up at me.
"I've seen Frank's get big like that when he saw my mom naked. Not as big as yours though." "Well," I managed to say. " I saw you washing it earlier." "You saw that?" "Yea, I hope you don't get mad. It's not the first one I've seen." She continued to stroke my steel rod through my shorts. "I've never touched one before though." "Look sweetie, I…" She moved her hand in one swift motion, sliding it super sexy babe parties and sucks cock the waistband of my shorts, and grabbed my meat with her delicate little hand.
"Can I touch yours?" She asked while grasping the shaft, and at the same time shifting her weight so her moistening pussy rubbed against my bare thigh. I groaned out load at this. She moved her hand up and down the best she could under the restraint of my waistband, then stopped. She rolled up on top of me, and pulled on my shorts. Without sexy ass teen sophia leone gets fucked pornstars and hardcore, I raised my hips slightly, and allowed her to peel my shorts down over my pulsing rod, allowing it to spring free.
She looked down at it and gasped. "Yours is a lot bigger than Franks." "How many times did you see Franks dick?" Now I was curious. "Not a lot, just when I heard mom and him getting nasty, I would sneak to the closet and open the trap door.
I would watch them until they got finished." She again put her hand on my cock, and moved her hand up and down, slowly stroking. "I've seen movies too Uncle Mark, I know about sex." She continued to stroke my cock like it was a game.
I started though, to get the impression that this little vixen knew more than she was letting on. My eyes rolled back in my head at the attention she was giving to my cock, she started rubbing faster, and moving her hips back and forth against my leg, humping her steamy pussy against my leg. She moved her hips back, and moved her knees to the insides of my legs, causing them to spread apart.
My eyes closed, I was reveling in the attention that my swollen cock was getting. All at once, I felt her hot breath on the head of my cock, then her tongue licking it. "Mmm…" she groaned, as she put her mouth over the head of my member, engulfing it. She swirled her tongue, and bobbed up and down, all the while stroking my shaft with her hand.
With her other hand, she cupped my ball sack, and rolled my stones gently in her hand. Her mouth opened wide, and she went down for all it was worth. Up and down her head went, and more and more of my cock disappeared each time she went down.
I was in heaven. This young, hot vixen was giving me the blowjob of a lifetime. I involuntarily started moving my hips up and down to meet her luscious mouth, and put a hand on the back of her head to guide my prick deeper and deeper into her throat. I felt the explosion building in my balls, and contemplated blurting a warning to her. "Cum in my mouth." She blurted between thrusts. "It's coming." I managed between grunts and moans of unimaginable pleasure.
My nut sack tightened, and wad after wad of hot sticky cum shot into the back of her throat. I arched my back, pointed my toes and bucked my hips wildly up ward to get all of my hair job is the new blowjob brunette big tits into her mouth.
She slurped, and tried to get all of my cum, but some did seep out onto her hand still gripping my pulsing shaft. "Mmm…" She groaned, and lapped up the little bit of cum that had leaked out of her mouth onto her hand.
She cleaned every thing up, and looked up at me with wonder in her eyes. "Oh Uncle Mark, I hope I did it right." She wiped the remaining spit, and cum from her lips with the back of her hand.
Now my mind was spinning, I didn't know what was right, or wrong, or good or evil. My fifteen-year-old niece had just given me the best blowjob I'd had in my forty years of life.
It was wrong. She was family, not to mention, a minor. I was embarrassed and ashamed. She lay down next to me while I caught my breath. "Uncle Mark, can I tell you something?" "Sure sweetie." I panted back to her. "I've spent a lot of nights thinking about you since we moved." Perplexed at this, "You have?" I asked. "Yea. Since I was twelve, and we moved away, I wanted to know how it would feel to have sex, and since you were… um… are, the sexiest man I have ever met, I used you to fantasize to." She snuggled up next to my arm.
"Well, you know Sally," I needed to make sure she knew what we did was wrong. "You know that if anyone finds out about what we just did, I can get into a lot of trouble." "Don't worry Uncle Mark," She assured "It's our little secret. No one will ever find out." I wanted so much to finish what we started. To make her scream in pleasure, and pop her little cherry, but I heard her snore quietly, and realized not your usual hooters girl she was asleep.
I carefully raised my hips, and pulled up my shorts. I felt something wet on my leg, and noticed that some of her wetness had escaped her panties and was on my leg. God she was wet, or had she come. End of Part #1