Just as the hall clock finished chiming nine, Steven heard the front door open, then close. He was on his third Scotch, feeling a mild buzz, but he remembered that his niece Maria was due home now. Steven came out of the kitchen, intending to greet the girl, who might or might not recognize him – she hadn't seen him in almost three years – but he stopped short, in the shadows of the far hallway.
Maria had grown up, no question. He remembered a small, delicate-faced girl, with blue eyes and braces. Sammi had sent the girl's school picture, along with her Christmas cards, so he knew the braces were gone. She stood by the door, being helped out of her coat by her escort, and the sight of her took Steven's breath away.
She was almost ravishing. Her hair was long and dark, framing a heart-shaped face dominated by large eyes, falling upon the shoulders of a snug white sweater, tight enough to show that she had certainly inherited her mother's tits. She was tall now, too – he estimated five-ten, including the low heels of her shoes – and her short skirt revealed long, smooth-looking legs. He smiled. She was almost a dead ringer for Sammi, at that age.
The boy behind Maria came out of the shadow. He was a typical kid, tall, skinny, somewhat gawky-looking, with a lot of hair. No doubt he was considered hot stuff among the teenage set. Steven watched as the boy – Jake, he thought Sammi called him – put his hands on Maria's shoulders and turned her around. The girl lifted her face and the boy's mouth closed upon hers in a wet, open-lipped kiss. Her arms enfolded his waist, he filled his hands with the cheeks of her slim young ass, and their bodies ground together where they stood. Steven repressed the urge to announce himself, and took a quiet sip of his drink instead.
"My mom's out," Maria said in a soft musical voice. "She probably won't be back till late. Why don't we go into the living room?"
Steven followed them with his eyes, watching Maria's long-legged stride as she and the boy went down the hall, hand in hand, turning off at a door to the right. When they had entered, he moved toward the door, silently, pausing in the shadows from which he could see them, sitting on the rug by the fireplace. Maria and Jake sprawled on the rug, kissing in the fire's warm glow. Talk about nostalgia, Steven thought. There was something about a fireplace, to get a girl wet in the panties. Sammi had always been a sucker for one.
Maria thrilled at the feel of Jake's tongue inside her open mouth. He seemed to be trying to stick it down her throat. She loved to kiss. His hands slipped under her sweater, filling themselves with the firm round thrust of her tits. She kinda liked that, too. Her tits had not quite finished growing yet, and the flesh of them was extremely sensitive. His fingers slid under the cups of her bra, making straight for the peaks of her nipples. They touched, and her nips quivered into erection. She sucked at his tongue, and he rolled atop her on the soft furry rug.
Maria's thighs spread. His body slid into the groove. She humped against him as he topped her, and she could feel the excitement building in his cock. Tonight, she told herself, it may happen tonight.
"Oh," she sighed, coming off his mouth for air, "that was so good…"
Jake lowered his face, kissed the sweater-covered mound of one tit, then the other. Maria giggled nervously. He grinned, opened his mouth, and sucked at the protrusion. It was as if his teeth and tongue were attacking the bare flesh of her tits. The nipples ached with yearn big and sweat beaded in her cleavage.
"Let'me take this off," he suggested, pulling her sweater up, past her navel. She nodded, eyes bright.
Jake rolled the white sweater upward, kissing her belly as it came into view, all the way to the pink, flesh-colored bra. Her dark nipples showed through it, round little shadows in the semi-sheer nylon. Jake unhooked the bra, unsnapping the cups inside.
"Please kiss them," she asked, pushing his head down to her tits.
"Happy to," he replied, filling his lips with one straining nipple, then with the other, sucking until they stood up rigid and saliva-covered. His teeth nibbled at the bases of them. Maria groaned in delight, puffing him into her young teenage flesh. His face slipped into her cleavage and the tits closed around him. His tongue lapped them, his hands caressed them.
"Suck me like a baby," Maria purred, feeding her tit into his mouth.
He made slurping noises, eating at her flesh, and her head tossed, long dark hair swirling around her face. Her eyes were shut and her tongue tip showed between her pink lips.
From his post in the hallway, Steven watched in astonishment. Maria certainly had grown up, he told himself, watching her face, watching the heave of her bare tits and watching the way her long legs flashed in the firelight. The skirt had ridden up high, baring her to the crotch of her pink panties. Even as he watched, he saw one of Jake's hands move downward. It began to stroke Maria's smooth thigh, then slid upward until the fingers came into contact with her crotch. The hand closed upon the girl, squeezed, and she gave a yearning cry of delight. Steven could almost hear the crackle of pubic hair as Jake squeezed the young girl's pantied crotch, again and again.
Jake lifted up, kneeling above Maria's prone body. She lay in provocative disarray. Her sweater was pulled up, bra cups hanging loose around her freed tits, her hair somewhat tumbled and awry, and a look of excited wonder was on her perfect young face.
"I feel so crazy," she said breathlessly. "I want to do crazy, wild things."
Her hand stretched out, fondling the bulging front of her boyfriend's jeans. The small, slim fingers traced the shape of his erect cock and then skimmed lower to find and caress his balls. His pants were tight; everything he had was outlined vividly in them.
Delicately, Maria unzipped Jake's pants. Her hand worked its way inside. The other hand fumbled with his belt; he had to help her unbuckle it. Together, they tugged his jeans down, and then his shorts. As the blue briefs descended, Jake's cock came thrusting out, rigid, and large for a teenage boy. The muted exclamation that came from Maria's lips suggested that she considered his cock rather more than respectable as far as size went. Her hand encircled him.
"It looks so big," she said softly, moving her fist on his prick. "It feels so big, too."
Leaning closer, she extended her tongue and touched the very tip of his prick. Steven suspected it was not the first time his niece had licked a cock. But there was something precious and virginal in the way she did it, something that reminded him vividly of the first time Sammi had given him head.
The warmth of Jake's cock was sweet on Maria's taste buds. This wasn't the first time she'd tasted him. Once she'd even sucked on his prick for what seemed an eternity, letting the rich meaty flavor fill her mouth until her head swam from excitement. She'd given him hand jobs, let him dry-ride her until he came in his straining pants, even let him tease her bare pussy with the throbbing tip of his cock, half-afraid that he would stab it into her without asking permission, half-resentful that he did not go ahead and fuck her, in spite of her verbal refusals.
She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. Jake's cock slipped inside and she sealed her lips around it, sucking the big head, then moving her head forward and back in short, tentative swallows. She was still afraid to take him very deeply. She'd practiced sucking on a carrot, in hope of becoming an instant expert and had almost gagged herself when she took it too far into her mouth. Jake's cock was nothing like a carrot, in size, taste, or texture.
She sucked harder, realizing how much she did enjoy the act. The knob of lake's prick was like a big nipple in her mouth. She tightened the grip of her hand around the root of his cock, fed a little more of it into her mouth and sucked a little harder.
"Good, really good," he commented.
One of his hands was on her head, holding her there. The other was down, playing with her tits. Sometimes her tits embarrassed Maria. No question she'd gotten them from Mom, but ever since they'd started to grow, she'd been a standout among the other girls. And among a number of guys who had figured big tits meant she's an easy fuck. Jake loved her tits and seemed to spend forever sucking and fondling them.
She giggled around his cock. She enjoyed having her tits played with, maybe as much as Jake enjoyed playing with them, and the tug of his fingers on her fattened nipples sent spasms of pleasure through Maria's slim young body. She squirmed around, working her thighs together to help increase the delighted stirring she could feel beginning to build inside her pink panties.
She was aware of his hand moving down her body, into her crotch, and under the elastic waist of her panties. He stirred through the thick dark fleece of her pussy hair, onto her puffy damp cunt. The lips were slightly protuberant, and they were beginning to drip with sticky juices from deep inside. He rubbed around her cunt, nudging and bumping it, and each glancing touch made Maria purr around the cock she was so avidly sucking.
"Let's do something new tonight," she heard him say, and he wormed his cock free of her sucking lips. "You're so sweet, so hot, so bitchin'," he told her, lying down beside Maria on the furry rug. His leg slipped across hers, and the prong of his cock lay warm and spit-wet on her lower belly, just above the waistband of her panties. "If I don't get it in you tonight," he said, "I'm gonna bust."
He came up, straddled her trembling thighs, hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them downward, baring the dark V of her bush. Then he took her panties the rest of the way down, pulling them over her wiggling feet. She still wore her low-heeled shoes and plaid knee socks, as well as her sweater and skirt, both of which had been pushed and pulled up, to free the parts of her body Jake was most interested in. For a virgin, Maria felt remarkably like a slut, and she found it exciting.
He caressed her legs, moving his fingers up the insides and onto the thickly-flossed bulge of her cunt.
She moaned, "Yes, I like that, I really like that!"
His hand covered her pussy, fingers squeezing, then opening the delicate slit a trifle. The bud of her clit emerged, and Maria made a whining noise. His finger stroked her cunt, slipped into her vivid pink cuntlips, stroking her delicate flesh and feeling its wetness.
"I think so," she whispered.
"I know so." Jake smiled. He opened her thighs, knelt between them and came to rest above Maria's prone body. She lifted her knees, touching them to his flanks.
"Let me put this right here." He reached in to aim his cock at her slightly splayed pussy mouth. "Yeah, right into the cute little hole. Ooooh, you're wet, Maria! You're really ready for it, aren't you?"
The nose of his prick burrowed in her pussy. Gad, it was enormous! He was worming his way into her. She could feel her tender flesh yielding, spreading and tearing.
"Stop, please, stop!" she sobbed, writhing under him and dislodging his cock. His belly came down upon hers, the stiffness of his prick wedged between them. She could feel his balls pressed against her cunt. They were enormous, swollen and as clear a testimony to his arousal as the rigidity of his cock.
"Damn it to hell, Maria!" he said. "I'm getting tired of this shit! We've been dating for two weeks, and you haven't come close to putting out."
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was all ready to do it, but…"
"Well, fuck sorry. What am I supposed to do with this?" He rose to his knees, stiff cock jutting from his crotch above the half-lowered pants. He moved off the girl and sat down beside her on the rug in the firelight. "What are you going to do about it?"
Maria turned. She knew their relationship was on the line. If she sent him home frustrated, he'd never call her again. She touched her pussy, felt it tingle, but she could not say the word yes. She looked at Jake, saw what had to be contempt in his eyes. He thought she was some stupid little virgin or even worse, a cockteaser – all talk and no action. Sure, she liked him, but it was too rushed.
He was panting, glaring, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. Okay, she told herself. You can do it.
Maria crawled toward him on her tummy, head moving into his lap. She captured his stiff prick in her fist, brought her mouth down over the end of it. He sighed, thrust up into her, and she began to suck him.
"Yeah, do it," he encouraged, "suck my cock. Mmmmm, that's good. Ohhhh, yeah… blow me… lick me… lemme go deeper, I wanta feel it bumping your tonsils."
His hands clutched at her dark hair, forcing her face downward onto his stabbing prick. She tightened her lips in an effort to govern how much of his cock she took, but he was insistent, driving, thrusting and fucking her mouth. He fucked deeper, deeper, and she sucked furiously, hoping she could keep up with his lunges before he strangled her with his rigid cock.
She felt an unusual taste on her tongue, a greasy and rather salty taste, and realized that a bubble of cum had escaped from the end of Jake's prick. God! She'd him squirt his stuff, but she'd never tasted it before. But he was humping faster and faster, moaning, groaning, and she remembered the symptoms from the handjobs she had given him.
She couldn't get her mouth off his cock, which was humping and driving now. He was forcing her face down, making sure she got everything he had to offer, and all she could do was accept his thrusts.
"You're gonna get it, Maria." Her mouth was full of stiff cock and suddenly it was full of squirting jism!
He exploded into Maria's mouth with a moan of joy. One of his hands forced her head onto his spurting prick, the other snaked down to grab hold of his cock. His fist thumped her chin as he emptied himself, and the stream of jism was endless – or so it felt to Maria as she gasped and gurgled the stuff. She was gulping and swallowing without even thinking about it, but her mouth filled, and some of it ran back down his shaft, past her lips and onto his clutching fingers. It was a salty, sticky liquid and she smacked her lips as she finished sucking. His cock emerged from her mouth, still almost completely erect, its flesh coated in the white sperm.
"Clean me," he commanded, rubbing his prick on her ups. With less reluctance than she would have thought possible, Maria began to lick her way up and down the cum-splattered prick.
God, what a thrill to feel that thing explode in her mouth, to taste the hot juices blasting from him and into her! She sat up, gasping for breath, reaching up to toss back loose strands of her long, almost black hair. She stared at Jake and she knew that if he came to her now, if he mounted her and pointed his stiff prick into the gaping tightness of her virginal pussy, she would fuck his lights out.
Steven, shaken by what he had just seen, crept noiselessly down the hall. The sight of his young niece, gobbling her boyfriend's hard prick, eating his cum and licking the residue off his shaft had caused his own cock to become so hard it hurt. He was seriously tempted to vanish upstairs for a jerking-off, something he had done only rarely since discovering girls in his twelfth year.
He paused at the foot of the stairs, holding the banister, shaking his head and waiting for the swell of his prick to diminish. His breathing slowly returned to normal, and he no longer felt the throbbing at his temples he had experienced while spying on Maria.
"Is somebody down here?" he called in a loud voice, hoping it was not artificially loud or obvious.
He counted to ten, then went down the hallway, looking in each door. By the time he reached the living room, Maria and Jake were bath presentable. Jake's pants were in place, zipped, and Maria's skirt was pulled down, as was her sweater. She hadn't hooked her bra, though. He could see the motion of her tits, the stiff points of her nipples, and there was a gleam of pink under the edge of the sofa. She hadn't put her panties back on.
"Uncle Steve! I didn't know you were here!"
"I got in late this afternoon. Was upstairs taking a nap – jet lag, you know – and I thought I heard voices."
Maria stood up, her legs trembling a little. So did her voice.
"Jake, this is my Uncle Steven," she said, "He's a TV news anchorman in Florida. We almost never see him anymore. Uncle Steve, this is my friend Jake."
"Uh, must be interesting work," Jake said, his eyes not quite meeting Steven's.
"Sometimes. But I'm in town interviewing for the anchor spot on Channel 3 news. If I get it, I may be around a little more often. So how's my favorite niece?"
"Fine," Maria answered.
"Uh, well, I should be going," Jake put in. "Nice meeting you. See you in school Monday, Maria, I guess."
Maria was on tenterhooks. She stood tensely now, looking at her uncle, working her weight from one hip to the other. Her thighs were snugly together, and the crotch piece of her panties was dripping. The motion did nothing for her pussy itch except to accentuate it, and she knew what she had to do. Her fingers itched to begin.
"Uh, well, I should get ready for bed. I guess I'll see you in the morning."
She made a smacking sound toward his face but kept her lips from touching his flesh. She thought of her panties in a panic, out in the hall, but it was too late to go back for them now. Blushing furiously, she hurried upstairs, into her bedroom, kicking the door with her foot as she entered.
Trembling, Maria pulled off her sweater and dropped it to the floor. She slipped off her bra. She stood there a moment, squeezing her round, hard-nippled tits, and then she took off her skin. Her clothes lay in a heap on the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes, turned on her portable radio, and lay down on her bed, clothed in her knee socks and a shimmering veil of sweat. Her knees lifted, and she put both hands on her itching pussy.
Her fingers stroked the moist, hair-fringed cunt, pulling it apart, stretching the lips widely, until they ached with anticipation. She peeled at the hood of flesh surrounding her clit and began to massage its tender tissue.
"Oh, God, feels so fuckin' good," she purred, making the bed rock as she got into the passion of her self fucking.
She'd worked herself almost to madness, and there was a superhot climax boiling inside Maria's tumultuous pussy. Her fingers clawed at the aroused cunt, stroking her clit till she wanted to scream. She drew her knees up to her plump round tits, stroked herself from underneath, not forgetting to send tickling caresses to the tiny puckered ring of her asshole while she was in the neighborhood.
"Yeah, fuck, yeah." She was moaning softly.
She lowered her knees and brought both hands up to her tits. She loved to have her tits caressed, loved to do it herself when she had the chance. The flesh ached, as if it was still in the process of forming itself into such sweet round shapes, and the passionate strokes of her fingers made them feel soothed. She cupped one tit, lifted it toward her face, and extended her tongue to lap across a stiff brown nipple. Her teeth nipped at the sensitive nub; she pulled it, drooled on it and licked it again.
The other tit seemed to whimper for some attention, so she licked and loved it, too. Maria's nipples were frothy with saliva and standing at full attention when she released them and sent her hands down below again, back to the equally insistent needs of her quivering cunt. "There, that's it." Her fingers stroked up and down across her clitoral region, brushing the pearl-like bud sometimes but as often just teasing it, sliding all around and making it shiver in anticipatory delight. She rubbed her fingers downward, across the oozing slice of her pussy, feeling the hot juices as they began to seep from deep inside her body.
And she was ready now to make herself explode in orgasm. She'd been masturbating for a long time – well before she sprang tits and long, long legs. It was something she thought she'd invented for herself; what a surprise to find out, later, that other girls did it too. But she was willing to bet none of them enjoyed it as much as she was enjoying it right now, with her fingers strumming her supercharged cunt, then riding low to stroke her cuntal lips, a middle finger sliding into herself from time to time to remind her what she had missed out on.
She threw herself fully into the orgasm that was lurking just around the bend, over there in the shadows, close enough to touch her but making Maria wait, making her sweat and gasp and moan as she worked herself closer and closer to it.
"Fuck me," she purred. Oh she could feel it coming in the air tonight, too!
Her slim middle finger was buried in her quivering cunt, and the fingers of her other hand rode roughshod around the button of her juiced-up cunt. The smell of her arousal sent Maria's head swimming.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped, bucking harder and riding closer and closer still. The bed shook under her, and her breath was racked with sobbing moans of anticipation.
It was precisely at that moment that her head flopped to the right and, through eyes that swain and fuzzed out-of-focus, she became suddenly aware that her Uncle Steven was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her frig the hell out of her dripping cunt.