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Coed niece Pam
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When my youngest sister's daughter Pam began partying more than
studying, her behavior threatened her chances of graduating from
college. My sister had invested so much into Pam's college
education, she didn't want to see the time and effort lost to
reckless behavior. Having tried all she knew to do, she asked me
and my wife if we'd take Pam in and, hopefully, lay down the law
to her about finishing her schooling. We agreed to give it our
best, and Pam moved into our spare bedroom at the end of the
hall. I knew we'd be taking on a lot by doing this favor for my
sister, but I never imagined just what would develop.
Pam followed all the rules we laid out to her, cut back her
partying to only saturday nights, and showed rapid improvements
in her classes. By all appearances, my youngest niece was doing
all she should, following the rules and toeing the line. But
actually, there was something she did that bent the rules as far
as they could go. You see, I was always the one to play the
heavy with her. When she first arrived, it was I who told her
the conditions she'd abide by while living under our roof. At
any hint of infractions, I was the one to take her aside and
remind her of the rules. She always agreed, very cooperatively,
to live by our house rules, but she found other ways to let me
know I wasn't completely in charge.
It seemed that every time my wife left the house and we were
there together, she would find some reason to prance nonchalantly
through the living room dressed in a short, black kimonostyled
robe, or a big tshirt that ended high on her long tanned thighs.
It was easy to tell by the jiggle of her firm upturned breasts
that she wore no bra underneath. I could only guess at what else
was or wasn't there.
At first I thought it was just coincidence. After a few more
times I dismissed it as innocent behavior. Still it continued.
Somtimes bare footed, sometimes in a pair of one of her many
spikeheeled pumps; she would make her way from her room, down
the long hall way to the living room, and into the kitchen for a
soda or a snack. Afterwards she walk back through with whatever
she got from the kitchen in her hand, usually acting as if I
wasn't there. Now and then she'd pause long enough to ask me
what I was watching on television, or when her aunt Gladys was
getting back. I'd answer and she'd go her way. From where my
chair sat, I could readily see down the long hallway to where her
room was. Everytime she left the living room, she'd leisurely
walk back down the hall to her room, swishing her hips
provocatively with each step.
Although I did my best to ignore it, her little displays would
inevitably stir things below my belt.
"What are you becoming, a pervert or something?" I'd ask myself
under my breath when I caught myself following her swishing
backside with my eyes, "You can't let it get to you just
forget it," I'd tell myself as she slipped into her room. Then
I'd try to concentrate on the TV again.
This little show of her's kept up for a couple of months and
although she still could stiffen my rod at a hundred paces, I
somehow convinved myslef that I had it pretty much under control.
That was until one sunday afternoon when Gladys drove a friend of
hers to the airport. The closest major airport is a two and a
half hour drive away. With the full drive taking at least five
hours, I knew it would be late evening before she returned. I
watched Gladys back her car out of the driveway and head down the
street, before I went into the house to settle into my chair with
a cold drink. I picked up the remote control and flicked the tv
on as I sipped my drink.
I'd been sitting there for about ten minutes when Beth came
bouncing in through the front door. She carried a large
department store bag that took both of her hands to carry. As
she walked into the living room I noticed that she was wearing a
short plaid skirt that reminded me of the kind required as
uniforms at many private girl's schools. She wore a white
blouse, with a thin necktie. It sort of reminded me what she
used to wear as a little girl going to parochial school. The
only things that didn't quite fit in with that image (besides her
curving womanly shape) were the white, fourinch highheels she
wore with white lacy anklets.
"Oh, hi, Uncle Bud," she chirped as she stepped into the room.
She told me she'd been shopping with some friends and found some
great outfits. She set the bag down on the floor and turned to
place her purse on the couch, when the bag tipped over. All that
was in it spilled out across the floor; catching my eye in a big
way. A shoe box must have been on the top making the bag top
heavy, because it was the first thing to tumble out and open,
revealing a pair of shiny, black pumps with five inch spikeheels
and thin ankle straps. At best, they could be described as
nasty. Beside the nasty pumps lay a lacy red bra and panty set,
a black leather skirt, and several pairs of silky black stockings
the kind that require garters to be held in place.
"Holy shit!" I said under my breath. I was surprised, to say the
least, at the things she'd purchased. She said something about
being so clumsy today, and leaned down to pick the things up.
When she leaned, she had her back towards me. Her little skirt
rose high up the back of her smooth tanned thighs as she returned
the sexy clothes to the bag. I sat admiring the way her calves
and thighs flexed as she bent over, her weight balanced on her
toes, standing in those white high heels. When Pam reached for
the black pumps, the skirt crept even higher, revealing briefly
her firm, round ass cheeks, barely covered by a thin, lacy white
bikini panty. I could feel my penis begin to swell and stiffen
at the delectable glimpse.
"That's your sister's daughter," I reminded myself, trying to
discreetly fold my hands across my lap and cover the growing lump
there, "Just cool down and ignore it," and I turned my eyes back
to the television show.
When Pam finished, she picked up the bag and told me she was
going to put her things in her room. She strutted down the hall
and reemerged shortly. I kept my eyes on the TV, pretending to
be absorbed in the show, as she walked in her schoolgirl outfit
and high, white heels into the kitchen. When she came back into
the room she was carrying a banana.
"What are you watching, Uncle Bud," she asked as she stood beside
my chair looking at the tv?
"Some detective movie," I answered, looking up at her. She was
peeling the banana very slowly; her fingers seemed to stroke the
fruit as she pulled each peel section down. I'd never seen food
treated quite like that; so erotically. The stirring in my
trousers started again. I quickly looked back to the television.
"Do you remember," she asked innocently, "when I was much younger
and you used to come visit Mom and me right after she divorced
Dad?"
I did remember. They were living in a small apartment on the
other side of town. The split was especially hard on her mother
and putting her through both emotionally and financially
hardtimes until the lengthy divorce proceedings were finalized.
"Yes," I answered, thinking of how those twelves years past
seemed like another lifetime.
"You were so kind to us Uncle Bud, helping us out, bringing us
nice things to eat when we were living on macaroni and cheese."
She continued, "You know, I always looked forward to seeing you.
You'd come in with your bag of goodies, set it on the table, then
set me on your lap and let me look through the bag."
I looked up in time to see her hold the banana up to her mouth
and flick her tongue across the tip, before taking a small, slow
nip out of it with her shiny white teeth.
"You know, Uncle," she went on, smiling at me, "I kinda miss
those times ..."
She stepped closer. I could smell her musky perfume.
"... you bringing goodies for us ..."
She reached down and took hold of my wrists one at a time, moving
each of my hands to the chair's arms; then placing her hand on my
shoulder.
"... and I really miss sitting on your lap, Uncle Bud," she said
in a whispery voice. I simply looked up at her from my seat as
she turned her luscious backside towards me and lowered herself
leisurely into my lap.
One hand went around my neck, the other still held the banana.
Although I'd earlier tucked my penis down my left pant leg when
she was out of the room, in hopes of keeping it out of sight
should it grow stiff again, her warm and firm bottom pressed
against it, causing it to harden, pushing upward as if straining
to be nearer her. I hoped she wouldn't feel the thing that would
tell her her Uncle Bud wasn't feeling very much like an uncle at
that moment.
"This is sooo nice! Let me watch TV from here Uncle just for
a little while. Please?" She pleaded.
"Only," I began cautiously, "if you behave yourself. Now, sit
still so I can see this show."
She sat quietly for about half a minute, before beginning to
squirm a little, as if trying to get comfortable. Then she began
talking again.
"You now what else I remember? All the nice things in those
bags. Remember, Uncle Bud? Do you know what I liked best?" she
looked into my eyes as she asked.
I shook my head no.
"Well," she well on in a halfwhisper, "I liked it best ..."
She wiggled a bit more.
"... when you brought me ..."
She paused, as her pink tongue darted around her lips, then said,
"... a big, long, sweet banana."
Saying that she held the banana up to her mouth again. As she
held my gaze with her big green eyes, she opened her mouth, and
with deliberate slowness, slid the banana between her red lips.
Her full lips closed around the banana and her cheeks moved in,
as if she were sucking on it. Then, still looking into my face,
she pulled the long fruit partway out, opened her lips, and ran
her tongue around the end before easing her teeth into it and
biting off a little.
"II think yyou better get up now, PPam," I sputtered, making a
halfhearted attempt to move. One of my arms were pinned to the
chair beneath her long smooth legs. The other simply remained on
the chair's other arm.
"But Uncle Bud," she smiled, "I'm just getting comfortable," as
she wiggled her ass against my lap bone. Through my slacks and
her skirt, I could feel the heat radiating from her young quim as
it pouted out from between her legs and pressed on my thigh.
"Well then, sit still," I told her, sternly as I could under the
circumstances. She stopped wiggling long enough to slip the
banana back into her wet mouth, pumping it in and out slightly
before taking another bite. Swallowing, she started moving her
ass again.
"I told you to sit still," I demanded, watching her school girl
skirt slide higher up her smooth thighs with each movement of her
hips and ass.
"I can't Uncle Bud," she pouted, her movements becoming slower
and in a circular motion, "I've got this itch ... and I need it
scratched ... I need it scratched real bad or I'll just go
crazy!"
By then her little skirt was just inches below her crotch. It
slid still higher with her continuing teasing gyration. I
couldn't take my eyes from it as it promised to show her panty
coverd bush.
"Does Uncle Bud like what he see's," Pam asked in that pouty
voice, "Maybe he'd like to see more ... maybe he'd scratch his
little niece's itch."
She dropped the banana on the floor, then reaching down to the
skirt's edge, lifted it. There, to my amazement and delight, was
her bare pussy she'd taken off her panties when she went to her
bedroom!
Continuing to hold her skirt up as I stared at her lovely, neatly
trimmed bush, she swung her legs around. She placed her knees on
either side of my thighs, straddling me in the chair. Then,
hunching up to the bulge in my pants, she began to rub her bare
cunt against my aching, trousercovered hardon.
Yes, this was my niece but I was beyond caring. She was first
and foremost a hot pantiless young woman rubbing my prick with
her wet cunt. The thought of her being my youngest niece only
made me want her more, now. I grabbed both her ass cheeks with
my hands and squeezed greedily, moving her closer to me. She
leaned forward, pressing her open, bananaflavored mouth against
mine; her eager tongue wrapping around mine. When I felt that I
might blast my load in my pants, I pushed her back and held her
hips. Without a blink, she reached down, and with nimble
fingers, loosed my prick from my fly.
"Oh, Uncle Bud," she panted, "this is the better than any banana
you've over given me. I've been needing for a long time," as she
wrapped her fingers around the shaft and squeezed, "it'll reach
my itch just fine."
I raised my ass from the chair and pushed my pants down as far as
I could. She reached for the lever on the side of the chair and
pushed it to recline. I lay back as she hovered above me,
stilling holding her skirt up high. Then, pressing my cock flat
against my belly, she sat on it, sliding back and forth with the
shaft between her hot open pussy lips. The bulbous underside of
my prickhead rubbed against her erect clit, and she moaned with
each motion she made.
Once again, I placed my hands on her firm asscheeks kneading
them with my big fingers as she moved, thrilling us both with
each stroke. Her movements would speed up, then she'd stop,
letting the sensation subside slightly before starting again,
slow and easy. After a time, she gripped the chair's arms,
pushed herself up, and placed her highheeled feet where her
knees were. Crouching now, above me, she took ahold of my stiff
cock, dripping with her pussy juices, and touched the head to her
swollen cunt lips. She rubbed it around the lips first, then
rubbed it just inside the opening. I lay back, relishing the
feeling, as she, with eyes shut and mouth opened, lowered herself
in one quick motion, onto my meat pole. She took me in, clear up
to my swollen balls. I felt her pussy muscles expertly clench
and relax around my cock several times before she began riding
me.
"I'm fucking Pamela ... my own niece! Oh, God," my mind yelled,
as I bucked up to meet her every downward thrust. I couldn't
stop I didn't want to stop. I felt like yelling and whispering
crying stop, then begging for more cuming deep inside her
young hungry cunt and fucking on forever.
Starting in a small whimpering voice which grew louder and
stronger, she moaned with each stroke, "I need it ooooh I
need it bad give it Uncle Bud give me your cock give it to
me good!"
Her nasty talked encouraged me. I gripped her hips and pulled
her hard so that my cock pushed far up into her cunt with each
thrust. Her nasty talk inspired me to talk back.
"Yeah, baby you like your old uncle's stiff cock, don't you?
Uhhuh, you need your tight little pussy filled with mancock
your uncle's mancock! Bump it little Pammy, ride it good!"
With one hand I reached up and jerked her blouse open. The
buttons popped off in all directions and her pert, upturned
breasts spilled out. I squeezed each and pinched the nipples
roughly, still thrusting into her. Soon, with a highpitched
moan, I felt her shudder and spasm as she reached the peak and
orgasmed, her cunt moving with milking motions around my cock.
The sensation was too much, and within seconds I too was cumming
shooting copious loads of ballcream deep into her swallowing
snatch.
When it was over, Pam grinned at me and curled up on my arms. We
sat that way for a long time without speaking before putting
ourselves aright. Then, slipping away from me, she said, she
wanted it everyday.
Our next encounter happened the very next afternoon. This time
Gladys was home, in the kitchen baking pies.
Pam came in wearing the leather skirt, a short tight red tshirt,
a pair of black, sheer stockings and the stilletto heeled pumps
she bought the day before. I saw her coming from up the hall,
taking mincing, sexy steps as she approached. She said nothing
until she climbed into my lap sidesadle and whispered in my ear.
"Pammy has got that itch again, Uncle Bud. Scratch it use your
fingers."
With one arm around her waist and a wary eye on the door, I slid
my other hand up the inside of her lovely thigh, under her tight
leather skirt. She tugged up on her skirt and opened her legs as
far as the skirt would allow her. My hand rubbed and carressed
her leg through the silky stockings, moving higher until I could
feel the soft flesh along her thigh. I moved farther and higher
until I reached her love nest. No panties, again! My finger
softly probed into her furry triangle, spreading the already
juicy lips and stroking the hard little clit. Oh, I scratched
her itch I scratched it real good. She leaned her face into my
neck and took little playful nips of my skin with her teeth. As
I slid two fingers into the pussy, she poked her flicking tongue
into my ear. With fingers far in her juicy quim and my thumb
working her clit, I made her squirm hard in my lap as she came.
The risk, added to an already forbidden pleasure, made me want
more. I whispered for her to kneel on the arms of the chair.
She positioned her sexily shod legs on each arm and kneeled above
me. I told her to pull her skirt up higher, as I scooted lower
into the chair. When my face was directly below her gaping
pussy. I raised up and began sucking and licking her young cunt.
Pam's labia was suffused with passion as I licked and lapped.
Then, feeling even bolder and more daring, I unfastened my pants
and pulled them around my knees as I slid out from beneath her.
I stood behind her now, directing her to lean over the back of my
chair. I kneeled on the seat, spread the sweet pink lips with my
cockhead, and plunged my cock deep into my niece from behind.
"Oooooh, do me do me good," Pammmy moaned as I pulled my stiff
meat out to the knob and then pushed it back in up to my balls.
I heard Gladys open the oven door. Pam gave a muffled gasp of
delight as she began twisting and humping, her pumping snatch met
my every plunge with heated excitement. With a hand on each of
her hips, pulling her into each thrust, I fucked my hot little
niece lovingly, thrillingly, while my wife worked in the kitchen.
"Bud?" my wife called from where she was.
"What is it, Gladys?" I promptly answered to keep her from coming
in search of me. Meanwhile, I didn't miss a single hot stroke
into young, nasty Pammy.
"I hope you're not busy I need you to take out the garbage."
Just when I opened my mouth to tell her yes, Pam began moving and
wiggling her sweet ass in a quick, twitching circular motion.
For several moments I couldn't speak, the pleasure was so
intense.
"Did you hear me Bud? What are you doing in there?" She called,
sounding a bit irrate.
"II'm coming, ddear!" I answered and it was no lie. I must
have shot both balls dry in those following spurts. Cum oozed
from the my niece's pussy even before I pulled out. Unwittingly,
Gladys had made my climax very powerful and intense.
The next evening, Pam came in late from her classes. Gladys and
I were already seated eating dinner when she arrived. She sat
herself directly across from me at the table, as she chatted
about her day. Before long, as the dinner conversation
continued, I could feel her nylon covered foot working its way up
my pant leg, rubbing my leg above my socks. Every now and then,
she looked at me across the table and smiled innocently, as her
foot rubbed my leg. When she knew Gladys wasn't paying
attention, she'd even pout her red lips and blow a silent kiss,
or run her wet tongue slowly from corner to corner of her
partially opened mouth.
Needless to say, all this teasing gave me an instant erection. I
might be a sixtytwo year old man, but my niece's tease could
give a comatose man a hardon.
Her soft foot worked it way slowly up my leg, over my knee, and
to my thigh. Casually, she slid her chair closer to the table,
so that she could better reach me. Soon her foot had rubbed up
the inside of my thigh to the stiff pole inside my pants. She
rubbed her talented toes and soft arch across my the swollen
cockhead. I could barely hold my fork, the sensation ws so
intense. I felt her other foot move into my lap. Now it was my
turn to scoot my chair closer. All the while, the three of us
kept talking about how our days had gone.
She alternated her feet as she massaged my prick and rubbed my
balls. About then, the telephone rang. My wife, announcing that
she was expecting a call, rose from the table and stepped to the
phone at the other side of the room. She turned her back towards
us and talked. At that moment Pam leaaned towards me and
whispered.
"Take it out Uncle Bud I want to feet it all hot and hard
against my soft feet. Do it unzip and take it out."
I looked at my wife. She was abosrbed in the phone call. I
looked down at the edge of the table cloth. It was long, draping
down well below the chairs.
"Take it out I'm gonna' make you shoot so good," she breathed,
squeezing the head between her toes.
I reached down with both hands. With one I unzipped and with the
other I reached in and pulled my hard cock out. Before my hands
were back on the table top, Pam's nyloned feet were stroking my
stiff tool beneath the table.
When Gladys hung up the phone and turned back to us, Pam was
sitting, leaning forward on the table, with both hands around a
glass of wine. Her feet continued to work my dork.
"So," Gladys said chiperly, "how are you two doing? Are you
finished yet?"
Although Gladys was speaking about dinner, Pam spoke up and
answered, "Oh, not quite yet, Aunt Gladys."
Feeling bold, I added, "Just about just about."
"Well," she said, smiling and turning towards the kitchen, " I'll
just go ahead and get the dessert. You better finish up before I
get back," she added as the door closed behind her.
"Yyes, ddear," I mumbled, feeling the cum rise out of my balls
and erupt from my cock. I shot my pearly sperm across the bottom
of the table and out over Pam's talented feet. She squeezed the
head with those naughty toes of hers as I pumped my hips against
her. When I finished pumping, Pam pulled her feet away.
"You come to my room later tonight," she whispered as her hand
disappeared beneath the table.
"I've got my own pie for you to eat," she said as she lifted her
hand from below the table. It returned with a gob of creamy
white cum dripping from the two fingers. Just as Gladys walked
back into the room with the dessert, Pam lifted her fingers to
her lovely mouth and sucked my cum off. She smacked her lips and
winked at me.
"You must have certainly enjoyed your meal," Gladys commented,
smiling to Pam as she set the pie down.
"Oh, Aunt Galdys, it was delicious, just delicous!"
I couldn't wait to get my cock back into that hot little niece
mine again. But she had other plans.
Later that evening, as Gladys lay sleeping, I slipped into
Pamela's room. She sat waiting, wearing a black lace bustier,
garters and black seamed stockings, and her nasty black stilletto
pumps with the annkle straps. When I walked in, the first thing
she made me do was lay on my back on the floor. Then, stepping
over me, she stood above me with a foot on either side of my
head. EVer so slowly she lowered herself down, until she was
squatting over my face, her pussy lips swollen and wet inches
above my face.
"Stick your tongue out, Uncle Bud," she directed, "Reach for
Pammy's pussy with your tongue and lick lick it real good."
I did as she told me, straining my head upward and stretching my
tongue out as far as it would go. The end touched the pink, hot
lips and I began lapping hungrily at her cunt. I pushed my
tongue as far into her tight little twat as I could, then slid up
between the lips to the top, where her erect love button stood up
begging for attention. And I gave it attention, licking lapping,
and sucking. Soon she dropped down from her crouching position
and onto her knees. She lowered herself down onto my face,
pressing her full weight onto my mouth, chin, and nose. She
began grinding her cunt into me, pulling up long enough to let me
lick her into a twitching thrust, then pumping my face with her
pussy again. There were moments when I felt that I might
suffocate beneath her sweet snatch and lovely ass, she'd press
down so hard and long, but just as I felt the panic rising, she'd
lift up annd demand that I lick her clit more.
This went on for what felt like hours. All the while, my prick
stood straight up, throbbing from the sexy excitment of my niece
riding my face towards climax.
The rhythmn of her humping increased and I knew she was nearing
climax. Soon her fingers were twined through my hair, pulling my
face up hard into her cunt, as she growled to lick faster against
her clit. When she spent, she bucked wildly atop my face,
jerking my head up and into each thrust she made.
Needless to say, my face was drenched with her juices.
After she regained composure from her cum, she rose and sat on
the edge of her bed. She told me to kneel in front of her. I
rolled onto my stomach, rose to my hands and knees, and crawled
to her. When I was in front of her, she told me she wanted to
see me jerk off and shoot onto her pretty blacknyloned legs.
I took hold of my aching cock, wrapping my fingers around the
shaft close to the base. Then, licking my other hand to wet it,
I started rubbing my cockhead in a circular motion with my
slickedup hand. As I worked my tool, churning the cream up in
my bloated balls in the process, she started talking dirty.
"Did Uncle Bud like Pammy's little pie? Was it juicy enough for
my big stiff uncle?"
I worked my cock, becoming even more thrilled at her nasty
speech.
"Thats it Uncle Bud show your little niece how you wank
yourself when I tease you. You like my legs, don't you Uncle
Bud? Would you like to shoot your cream on them?'
"Well, you just go ahead, Uncle. Shoot your pearl juice all over
my long smooth legs."
As she said those words I felt the cum rise. Soon I was about to
blast my jizz in long white spurts across her black nylon encased
legs. But as my hand began to pump my prick faster, she poked
her foot over and stopped my hand, telling me to quite.
She sat smiling, my cock ached and throbbed as she told me to let
go. When I did, she rose and told me to get up. I stumbled to
my feet, my cock still poking out, stiff and swollen.
"I think I heard Aunt Gladys," she told me smiling slyly, "You'd
better go before she catches us."
She stepped over and opened the door.
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