The cottage

When you own a cottage, particularly if it's a good cottage,
you come to expect friends and f****y to invite themselves over
from time to time.

I have a pretty good cottage up on an island filled lake in
Northern New York. It's got three bedrooms, a dock, a small beach,
and a terrific view of the lake. It's hard to find, and kind of
isolated, but I love it so much that I just can never seem to keep
from bragging.

So, from time to time, I give in to less than gentle hints, and
let various people come up with me when my wife or k**s don't want
to come.

Some weeks ago my b*****r Jack, his wife Susan, and their
daughter Wendy came up for the weekend. I hadn't seen a lot of
Wendy. When I went to my b*****r's she was usually somewhere else.

When she stepped out of the cottage with her parents I hardly
noticed her. Oh, I was nice to her, of course. She was my niece,
after all. What I mean is, I didn't NOTICE her.

She was wearing a loose sweatshirt and jeans. She was a blonde,
her hair almost always tied into a thick tail that went halfway
down her back. I didn't pay her much notice.

My first sight of her in a bathing suit was a surprise. The
bathing suit wasn't very revealing. It was a one piece, and kind of
conservative, but it did hug her body like any bathing suit,
revealing the narrow waist, the flared hips, the round behind, and
a surprisingly firm, full chest.

I only gave her glancing notice, though. After all, she was a
k**, and my b*****r's k** at that. Besides, she mostly went off on
her own, either in the canoe, paddling among the islands, or
exploring the woods.

There were a few other cabins along the lake that she could
reach on foot or by canoe, and she talked about someone or other,
some girl she'd met at one of them. She even brought her over
Sunday, a pretty brunette.

Since I was on vacation, I didn't have to go home on Sunday
night like my b*****r. I was going to stay through next weekend,
when I'd go back to the city and pick up my wife and k**s.

Wendy asked to stay until next weekend, saying she was having a
lot of fun with this other girl. Her parents were doubtful, but I
was feeling magnanimous and agreed. We waved goodbye to them
Sunday, and Wendy disappeared while I read a book in the late
afternoon sun.

She came back surprisingly early, and when I asked why, said the
other girl, I forget her name, had gone home with her parents. That
surprised me.

"I thought you wanted to stay so you could play with her," I
said.

"Uncle Paul!" she cried, in protest. "I do not PLAY!"

"Sorry," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm not a c***d, you know."

"No, of course not," I grinned.

"I stayed because I love this place. It's so beautiful. I love
getting up early and hearing the sound of the birds, smelling the
new day. I love paddling over to the islands and exploring."

"I do too," I said.

The cabin was too isolated to have electricity. It had a wood
burning stove, and a small fridge powered by gas. The lights came
from lanterns, and there was no heat except from the stove or the
fireplace.

It was warm at night, though, so it didn't really surprise me
when Wendy changed into a nightshirt long before bed. I have a
teenage daughter of my own, after all, and she tended to wander
around the house dressed in one of those things too.

But Wendy wasn't my daughter, and the thin little nightshirt she
wore was kind of...tight, and short, compared to the ones my
daughter wore. I couldn't help noticing her long coltish legs, or
the small indentations of her nipple pushing against the thin
cotton fabric.

But I was conscious of her age, and that she was my niece, and
didn't pay much attention.

Several times, though, when she moved or shifted on the couch
while reading, my eyes were drawn to those legs. And once, when she
got up and went to a cupboard, she had to stand on her toes and
kind of bend forward to reach something, and the hem of the
nightshirt pulled up enough that I caught a brief glimpse of blonde
pussy.

I was a little shocked at that, though now that I thought of it
my wife often didn't wear panties under her nightshirt either. I
quickly turned my eyes away. The last thing I wanted was for her to
tell my b*****r I was peeping at her.

The next morning I got my next surprise. She put on a bathing
suit, but not the one piece conservative number she'd worn on the
weekend. This was a string bikini, the cups narrow triangles that
exposed the creamy upper curves of her breasts. The bottom was very
narrow, high cut, exposing her thighs and hips, and it didn't cover
all of her buttocks.

"What happened to the black suit?" I asked in surprise.

"I wore that for two whole days," she said as if in surprise.
"You don't expect me to wear the same suit forever do you?"

"I guess not," I said. "It's a bit...small, isn't it?"

"Uncle Paul!" she protested. "Don't be an old fogey. This is
what's in."

"If you say so," I said.

Who could understand women? One suit was plenty good for most
guys. Women, though, needed half a dozen. I tried not to look
anywhere I shouldn't, reminded myself of her age, and that she was
my niece, and went fishing.

When I got back she was laying on the sand, all spread out, skin
glistening with suntan oil. I said hi. She said hi, and I took my
fish inside.

All day she seemed to find some reason to be around me, and a
number of times she bent over, either towards me, or away from me.
It happened too often to be accidental, but I still didn't think
much of it. I figured she was just another teenager having fun by
turning guys on. It was something they all did at her age.

That evening she wore the same tight, short nightshirt, and even
playfully sat on my lap once. I began to think she was carrying
this teasing business to extremes.

The next day was a different suit. The top was even smaller than
the on she'd worn previously, and the bottom was one of those thong
things. Now I loved looking at pretty girls in thongs, seeing their
round asses, but this was my niece.

I didn't comment, though, and tried to keep telling myself that
I had no business looking at her. I spent a lot of time fishing
that day.

When I got home she was laying out in the sun again, but this
time she was topless. It was impossible not to say something.

"Wendy, where's your top?" I demanded, trying to sound stern.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Uncle Paul. I didn't think you'd be back this
soon."

"I'm back late. Anyway, there are other people around here,
other cabins."

"But they're mostly empty except on weekends."

"Put your top on," I ordered.

She obeyed as I walked quickly up to the cabin. I felt my cock
hardening in my pants, and fought to turn my mind to other things.
She had one hell of a body. She was small, but man what curves! She
had a helluva good set of tits, too.

No, no, no. I couldn't think of that!

I did my best to stay away from her, and to keep my eyes and
mind off her. She stayed in that damn bikini until evening, when
she changed into, not the nightshirt, but a pair of cotton, string
bikini panties, and a tank top.

Again, it was hard to criticize her, to say anything to her. My
own daughter had worn such things around the house.

But she wasn't my daughter.

I didn't say anything, and pretended to ignore her as she made
herself a snack, then sat down on the sofa. The tank top was tight
across her chest, and when she turned to one side, she raised her
arm to run a hand through her head, and the armhole of the tank top
exposed much of the side of her tit.

I took a deep breath and looked away, then looked back again,
this time focusing my attention on her face. it was flushed, a
little red, anxious looking. She never looked at me, but licked her
lips and swallowed often. She was breathing harder than she should
be, and the way her nipples were pressing against the tank top they
were obviously fully erect.

This was more than just casual flirting, more than just cock
teasing. She was really getting off on this. And damn it, so was I!

I had a hard-on, and had to keep the book I was reading low so
she wouldn't notice it. I wanted to strip her and shove my cock
into her pussy. I wondered if she were a virgin, wondered if she
would tell her father what I did if I fucked her.

I wanted her bad. I didn't care that she was my niece any more.
All I cared about was whether I could get away with it, wether I
could fuck her brains out and not wind up in jail and divorced.

I couldn't just grab her.

But I could play the game back at her.

When she got up and went into the kitchen, I waited a few
moments and followed. She was making cocoa.

"Well, that's just what I was looking for," I said.

"I could make you some," she said, face still flushed.

"Sure. Would you?"

I grabbed a cup and went over to her, standing behind her. My
cock had settled down some, and was only semi-hard now. I leaned
over her as she made cocoa for me, then when she'd finished
stirring I leaned over to pick it up, casually pressing myself into
her ass, giving it just a little grinding motion before picking up
the cup and walking away.

My cock was rock hard by the time I passed out of the kitchen.
Kitchen. The kitchen was just a part of the cabin where the sink
and wood stove and cupboards were. There were no walls separating
it from the living room.

I sat down, making sure to cover my cock. She was still in the
kitchen, her back turned to me. The back of her neck was red. It
took her quite a while to make her cocoa and come away from the
counter. Then she sat down at the table in front of the picture
window, and not at the sofa.

After a few minutes wait for my cock to soften, I got up and
walked over to the table myself, then sat down too. I talked to her
casually about the lake and islands, asking her if she'd seen the
river at the north end of the lake.

She didn't look up, except for quick, darting glances, and her
face remained flushed. She said she was going to bed, and I nodded,
saying I was going soon too. I kind of pushed my chair back and
around from the table as she got up, and when she passed I caught
her wrist and pulled her onto my lap, laughing like it was just a
friendly kind of thing.

She squirmed a little, but made no real effort to pull away. I
had my arm around her waist and she was leaning back just a bit,
her thighs tight together.

"Tell me, Wendy, do you have a boyfriend yet?" I asked.

She blushed and shook her head.

"Why not? Pretty girl like you should have a boyfriend."

"I uh, I...I'm kind of...shy around boys."

"You are. Why?"

"I dunno," she gulped.

"You want a boyfriend?"

"I dunno," she said, looking away.

"Well, if you don't have a boyfriend I guess you're a virgin,"
I said teasingly.

Her face turned deep red

"Never been kissed, huh?" I smiled.

"I have too been kissed," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Anything else?" I teased.

"A little," she said, a shrug in her voice. Her voice was very
tight, and she was as tense as a statue.

My left arm was around her waist, my hand on her belly stroking
softly. My right hand was on her leg, stroking that casually. I
moved my right up to her face, caressing her cheek lightly.

"I bet the boys are after you for more than a little," I said
softly, nudging her bangs aside with my fingertips.

"I'll say," she snorted.

"You have very nice teeth," I said, sliding my thumb down
against the corner of her mouth. "You should smile more."

I pressed against the corner of her mouth with my thumb, drawing
it upwards a little, smiling at her.

"I smile," she said defensively.

"Tell me what the boys want you to do," I said, now sliding my
index finger along her lips.

"I...you know," she gulped, looking uncomfortable.

I pulled her face around and kissed her on the side of the
throat.

"Remember when I used to blow raspberries against your throat?"
I teased, pressing my lips against her throat again and blowing a
few.

"Yeah," she gulped.

"So what do the boys want you to do?"

"I...they want to...you know...feel me," she said, squirming a
bit on my lap.

"Where?"

"My....my boobs."

"Where else?"

"My behind."

"Where else?"

"Between my legs," she said, whispering now, looking away from
me.

"Do you let them feel your boobs?"

"Sometimes," she gulped.

"Why?"

"I...it...feels nice...sometimes," she said, her voice quavering
a little.

"Do you touch them anywhere?"

"So...sometimes," she breathed.

"Where?"

"They...their...cocks," she gulped, her eyes widening, as though
she'd said a word she shouldn't.

"Do they get hard?"

"Ye....yes," she whimpered.

"Do you squeeze their cocks?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Do you give them hand jobs?"

"So...sometimes."

"Do they touch you between the legs?"

I slid my right hand down onto her leg, stroking idly along her
inner thigh, keeping a good several inches away from her panty
covered crotch.

"Sometimes," she gasped.

"Have they ever made you come?"

"No."

"Have you ever made them come?"

I slid my hand just a little higher. Wendy was trembling a
little, swallowing repeatedly. Her face was flushed, and she
appeared embarrassed, tense, and excited. Her nipples were hard
little eraser points against her tight tank top.

I shifted her a bit on my lap, just in case she was forgetting
my big boner beneath her, and noticed a slightly darker shade on
her panties between her legs. It was dark, and obviously coming
from the moisture seeping through her pussy lips.

"Have you ever given them blowjobs?" I asked. "So...sometimes,"
she whispered.

I slid my hand back onto her face and caressed her cheek, then
flicked back her bangs again. She was sweating nervously. I pressed
my index finger against her lips, and dipped it between a little,
then slid it back and forth along her mouth.

"Did you like it?" I asked, trying to keep my own voice even.

"Sometimes," she sighed.

I pressed my finger a bit harder, and she opened her lips, then
slid them down over my finger.

"You used to suck your thumb when you were a baby," I said. "I
guess you never know where a talent like that can come in handy."

She slid her lips down my finger to the knuckle, and her eyes
tilted towards me as she sucked on my finger. She slid her lips
back up and off them, then turned away. I pressed my hand against
the side of her face and turned her towards me.

I caught her flickering eyes with mine and held them, then
pulled her head in against me. She fought a little, attempting to
draw back. I saw sudden fright in her eyes as her lips neared mine.
Then they were together, our lips melding slowly.

Hers remained stiff for perhaps five seconds, then softened and
parted. My arms around her tightened as our tongues slid slowly
forward, experimentally tasting each other. Our lips moved slowly,
wetly together, and her head tilted back, her eyes closing as she
gave a convulsive shudder.

My right hand slid onto her belly, then up onto her left breast.
I stroked my hand very lightly along the underside of the round
mound, but there was no resistance from Wendy, no sign of shock or
resistance. I cupped her breast more firmly, squeezing it.

She groaned softly into my mouth.

I pulled back and her eyes flickered open, filled with
excitement, concern, anxiety, embarrassment, and a mute appeal to
continue.

I gripped the bottom of her tank top and slowly peeled it
upwards. Her eyes got wild for a second, and I heard a gasp of
alarm. She seemed uncertain, and her hands moved to stop me. I sped
up, pulling up the back and pulling it forward over her head, then
tossing it away when she reached for it.

She covered her breasts with her arms, her eyes huge. I smiled
reassuringly, then gripped her small wrists and gently, but
insistently pulled them free. Her face reddened as I exposed her
breasts, but I kissed her, first on the side of the face, then on
the neck, then on the lips again, and her resistance slowly melted.

I stroked the underside of her bare breast as I had before, only
now feeling the warmth and softness. I squeezed the small orb,
marvelling at how pert, how firm it was. It had been years and
years since I'd felt a teenage breast, far too long.

I eased her back, my lips moving with less restraint on hers, my
tongue slipping into her mouth as my hand kneaded her breast meat.
Then I pulled back, easing her head back and raising her chest,
looking down at those rock hard little nipples, sticking out so
firmly, so beautifully.

I pinched one, squeezing it and pulling it up, then bent my head
and licked a slow trail around and around it, wanting to prolong
the anticipation. Finally I allowed my tongue to lick heavily
across the quivering little tit button, and she jerked in response.

I licked again and again and again, then fastened my lips around
it and suckled gently. I drew the nipple and areola into my mouth,
licking my tongue over the sensitive flesh as I suckled. I closed
my teeth on her tit meat, though not tightly, nibbling and chewing
at it as she wriggled a little in my lap.

She was grinding her ass down on my thigh, gasping and
whimpering softly as she rubbed herself on me. Her mouth was
opening and closing, her eyes tightly clenched, then she stiffened.

"U...u...Uncle...P...Paaauaul!" she gasped.

I slid a hand down between her legs and squeezed her pussy, and
she gasped and jerked her head back. She arched her back and bucked
her hips upwards as I squeezed and rubbed her pussy furiously.

She bounced and shook through an obvious orgasm, moaning and
puffing like a steam engine, then let her head fall back against
the table, and with a soft, quavering groan, went limp.

I cupped her pussy gently, feeling the moisture of her against
the palm of my hand. I continued to lick and suckle at her nipples
and breasts for a minute, then pulled my head up and smiled at her
face.

She blinked back at me, then licked her lips. I raised her head
and kissed her on the lips, then drew back. My right hand slid over
her firm young breasts, then down her soft, concave belly to the
elastic around her panties.

I hooked my thumb in the side and tugged downwards. Again I saw
an instant's alarm on her sweet young face, but she didn't resist.
I tugged her panties down, baring her softly furred pussy mound,
then let them slide down her legs to her ankles.

She kicked them off with a little flick, then turned her head
away, as if embarrassed. She was practically laying across my lap
now, rather than sitting, and I could easily see her dark slit
peeking through the golden curls. Her pussy hair was moist, damp,
and her thighs were warm as I gently pulled them apart.

I raised her upper body a little, so she could see better, then
pressed my ring finger against her lips and slid it inside. She
sucked on it like it was a cock, sliding her tongue over it as
well, as I pumped it slowly and gently in her mouth.

Then I pulled the finger free and pressed it against her slit.
She gulped and stared in anxiety and anticipation as I f***ed my
finger through her tight, moist pussy lips, laying it along the
cleft so her cunt lips could close over it.

I began to rub it up and down, not seeking to enter her at all
just yet. She squirmed a little, and said something so soft I
couldn't hear. I rubbed faster, pressing my finger against her
clitty as she pressed her face into my shoulder.

"You like this, baby?" I whispered.

"Ye...yesssss," she breathed.

I rubbed steadily, alternating between light caresses, and
harder rubbing movements. She started to squirm on my lap again,
and I eased my finger down her slit, searching briefly before
finding her hole. I slowly dipped my finger into it, sliding it
into the tight, sucking heat of her body.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, panting harder and harder.

I screwed my finger in deeper, rubbing it back and forth against
her clitty as I fucked her with it. Then I brought my thumb down on
her hot little cunt button and pressed it downwards. She let out a
soft exclamation of pleasure, then closed her eyes and let her head
drop back.

I rubbed harder, fucking my finger inside her as she groaned and
humped lightly up at me. Her ass rubbed and ground against my
boner, and I feared I would soon come if I didn't stuff it up her
tight pussy. I stabbed my finger deep, grinding the knuckle against
her clitty, and felt her cherry deep inside.

I cursed and jerked my finger out, then undid my pants and
pulled down the zipper. I shifted Wendy, getting her to stand
briefly, then jerked my pants down and off. She stared at my
bulging cock with wide eyes.

I jerked my shirt up and off too, then reached for her, taking
her by the hand and pulling her towards me. She struggled back
briefly, but I pulled her forward, making her stand straddling my
chair.

I leaned forward and gripped her ass, then licked f***efully
against her tight pussy slit. She tasted delightful, and almost
immediately began to grind her hips against me. I wanted to eat her
to a climax, but my cock was getting ready to blow, and I wanted it
inside her.

I leaned back, and looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with
steaming, passionate sexual need, and her chest was heaving like a
bellows. I drew her forward a bit more, then gripped her hips,
pulling her down. She lowered herself and I held my cock up.

She hesitated, then halted, moving up again. I let go of my cock
and gripped her waist, pulling her back down, lowering her to a
squat. Her eyes darted from side to side like a bird seeking
escape.

"Take my cock in your hands," I said. She stared at me in shock
and fear.

"Take it into your hands, Wendy," I said.

She looked down at it, then hesitantly reached for it, gripping
it ever so lightly in her small hands.

"Point it upwards at your pussy," I instructed.

She raised it obediently, then lifted her beseeching eyes to me
again.

"Are you ready?"

"I...I'm scared," she gulped.

"This is what you wanted, girl. There's nothing to be scared
of."

I pulled her downwards, and again she resisted a little. I felt
my cockhead against her slit, and she jerked upwards, then settled
down again.

I pulled her lower.

"Put it in," I said. "Put it in."

I felt my cock nudging her hole, and pulled her lower. She
whimpered as my cockhead split her muff and slid through her pussy
lips. She was breathing even faster, and I worried she might
hyperventilate or something.

I pulled her lower, and felt the helmeted head of my prick
slowly cleaving the tight, moist folds of her virginal pussy shaft.
I fed her another inch, then another. My cock was almost ready to
explode, but I fought it down desperately.

I felt her cherry against my cockhead, and let go of her hips,
stroking and caressing them instead.

"Do it," I said. "Start riding my cock, honey. Let it up inside
you."

She shuddered, then placed her hands on my shoulders and ground
her hips a little. She drew up, then settled down, her tight pussy
flesh squeezing and stroking my cockhead.

She eased up, then down again, letting my cock press hard
against her hymen. She withdrew then settled down again. Again and
again she rode down my cock until it jammed into her hymen, then,
e time a little harder, and her cherry was torn open.

She cried out, and went still, trembling, her mouth opening and
closing soundlessly. Then she slid slowly up, just a bit, before
sliding down...down...down. All the way down. Her eyes were
clenched and her head pulled up and back a bit as her pussy slid
right down my cock to the hilt.

I groaned too, and gripped her ass cheeks as I buried my face in
her tits. I sucked and chewed on her nipples as I began to grind my
hips around, and began to grind her around on top of me. My cock
was deep in her soft, warm guts, and her pussy was squeezing and
sucking on it, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing.

She was as hot as I was, though, and when I caught her eyes
again they were desperate and feverish with desire.

"U...U...Uncle....P....Paul," she gasped. "Ohhh. OOhhhH!"

I dug my fingers into her soft, round ass and jerked her up,
then back. I repeated the action, then again, humping my hips
upwards the third time as she came down. She began to rise on her
own, her strong young thighs lifting her up my cock as I sat there
fighting my come.

She slid her juicy young snatch half-way up my boner, then
dropped it down again. Almost immediately she jerked up once again,
then down, and then was riding my cock for all she was worth,
sliding that tight, teen pussy over my cock with gleeful grunts and
groans and sharp, high pitched cries of pleasure.

I tried to hold back, but once she started riding my boner I was
helpless. I blasted off inside her like I hadn't come in months,
maybe years. My steamy jism shot deep into her belly as she whined
and yelped and bounced up and down on my lap.

I bounced her up and down with my hands too, and her soft
buttocks slapped against my thighs each time her cunt gulped down
my pecker. I leaned into her tits, licking at them as they bounced
up and down.

Then she clutched me hard, mashing her tits around my face as
she humped madly on my cock. She cried out in pleasure, a long
series of yelping exclamations of pleasure that rose in strength
and emotion, finally reaching a crescendo in a long, drawn out cry
of ecstasy.

She trembled violently, then collapsed into a limp ball of
flesh. I pushed her back a little, though still hugging her tightly
against me. I felt her cunt sucking and spasming around my boner,
and sighed in pleasure and relief as I hugged her.

She laid her head over my shoulder, panting for breath, groaning
softly. I squeezed her soft, round ass, kneading the warm flesh. I
picked her up then and turned to drop her on the table. She laid
back, her arms flopping above her head, her chest still rising and
falling rapidly she tried to regain her breath.

I sat down again and pulled the chair back, then gripped her
legs and lifted them up and apart. I spread her open, then stroked
her thighs as I looked at her small, neat slit, then licked a trail
up and down along the edges of it.

I slid my tongue against her gash and licked it up and down
lightly, then with more pressure, forcing it through her lips. I
pulled her lips open with my fingers and lapped at her pink pussy
meat as she groaned in pleasure, drawing her legs up.

I gripped her thighs and shoved them back more, then seized her
hips and pulled her ass over the edge more. I rained kisses over
her buttocks, then stuck my tongue into her slit again and screwed
it down into her tight pussy tunnel.

She started humping up at me, and breathing hard again. The
table shook as she jerked and writhed atop it. I mashed my face
into her delightful snatch and sucked for all I was worth, my
tongue whipping across her clitty as she yelped and moaned in
pleasure.

The thought kept repeating itself in my head that this was
Wendy! That this was Jack's daughter. That he'd go fucking crazy if
he knew what I was doing right now. But you know, instead of
turning me off that turned me on.

It was the old forbidden act. And also...maybe some kind
of...rivalry thing with Jack. I mean, we'd always been kind of
rivals in everything we did. Fucking his daughter was just such
a...a big God damn win over him!

Not that screwing each other's daughter was any part of our
rivalry. The mere thought of him screwing my Ann was enough to make
me steam. If he touched her I'd kill the bastard.

"OOohhhhhhhh!" Wendy groaned.

My mind was pulled back to what I was doing. Wendy was humping
madly now, and as I thrust my fingers up her snatch she came. I
sucked frenziedly at her clit as she gurgled in pleasure and arched
her back.

God damn slut, I thought. You really need it, don't you baby!

And my cock was starting to harden again. That was amazing,
given I'd come like gang busters less than ten minutes ago. I
wasn't a k** any more, even if I was fucking one.

I continued sucking Wendy's slit until she calmed down, then
stood up and looked down at her. I slid my hands over her breasts
then leaned in and kissed her. She groaned weakly and kissed back
only a little.

I lifted her up, then set her down on the floor, letting her
fold down to her knees. I held onto one of her arms, gripping her
hair with my other hand and mashing her face into my groin. My cock
pulsed and hardened more at the feel of her sweet lips and cheeks
against it.

She opened her mouth and I felt her lips slide over my cockhead.
I let go of her arm and placed both hands lightly on her head,
thinking again of my b*****r. Jesus, would be pissed. He was
probably sitting down in front of the TV right now, not thinking
about her at all, and if he only know what his little girl was up
to...

She bobbed her lips willingly over my cock, sliding them down
halfway to the base. I had to fuck her face, though, holding her
still for a few seconds so I could pump my boner in her mouth.

Then I pulled back and turned her around.

"Get on your hands and knees, Wendy," I gulped, dropping to my
knees behind her.

She twisted around and spread her legs, groaning as she let her
head fall. I stroked her ass and slid a hand between her thighs,
cupping her pussy mound, squeezing it.

I slid my cock into her, and she groaned long and low as it
drove up into her belly. I groaned myself. I twisted my cock around
inside her as I ground my hips against her ass cheeks. My hands
slid up and down her sides, then moved under her to cup her
breasts.

I started fucking her slowly, sliding my pecker back and forth
in her teenage snatch, slapping my hips lightly into her buttocks.
I looked down at her wrinkled little anal opening, and a kind of
flash went off in my head.

I pressed my finger against it and wriggled it slowly inside.

"Ooooo. Whaaaa....what a....what are you doooooing?" she moaned.

I wriggled my finger into her ass to the knuckle and twisted it
around inside her, then curled it up against her tailbone and used
it to jerk her up and down while I fucked.

"Ever....ever been fucked up the ass, Wendy?" I panted.

"No!" she gasped.

"You know how guys stare at this round ass of yours, baby?
That's what they wanna do when they're admiring it. They want to
ram their boners up your asshole."

I pumped my finger up and down in her rectum, then pulled it out
and slid my cock free of her snatch. I pressed my cockhead against
her wrinkled asshole, and she groaned and shook her head.

"Uncle Paaaauaulll! OohhhhH! NooooooO!"

"You need it, baby," I grunted. "You need a big ol' cock up the
asshole. Just think what your daddy would think if he could see you
now."

I drove my cock into her with a fast thrust, and she cried out,
her head whipping up and back. I dug my fingers into her hips and
pulled back a little, then slapped her ass, the sound a loud CRACK!
of noise in the small cabin.

She yelped, but as she did i stuffed my boner into her to the
hilt. I felt her hot, tight guts around my log and groaned in
satisfaction.

"OhhH! Oohhh! Ohh God! Oohh God!" she whined.

"There you gooo," I sighed.

"OOhh! It's...I feel soo...so full!"

"Full of cock, Wendy. Full of cock! Just like you were made
for."

I pulled back a few inches, then thrust forward. She gasped and
lurched forward. I pulled back again, then thrust in sharply. I
ground my hips against her ass and then slapped her again.

"Oww!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" I gasped.

I slid my boner back down her ass tunnel until only the head
remained, then drove it right back into her. I didn't care if she
was my niece. She was a hot assed slut that needed fucking, and I
was gonna give her the fuck she deserved!

I began fucking stronger, pumping steadily, but with growing
speed, using the entire length of my cock. Soon I was pounding it
into her, and she was yelping with every hard thrust. I was
hammering my hips into her small, round ass hard enough to leave
bruises, and jerking her back to meet every thrust.

Her head was bouncing up and down wildly, and her tits swung and
wobbled below her. I pounded it to her as hard and fast as I could,
getting kind of crazed with the lust and desire inside me.

I felt my balls swelling, then picked up the pace even more,
throwing a flurry of cockstrokes up her tail hole as my balls
exploded. I cried out in elation, burying my cock up her tail,
slamming into her so she fell forward onto her belly.

I fell atop her, my cock still deep in her guts. I continued to
pump, though slowly now, crushing her to the floor as I dropped a
hot, sticky load inside her. I groaned and slowed even more, until
finally coming to rest inside her.

I was buried to the hilt in my niece's tight asshole, and she
was groaning and whimpering below me. I rolled slowly onto my left
side, taking her with me, hugging her against me. I stroked her
belly and breasts, then slid my hand down between her legs and
stroked my finger against her clit.

She started whining and humping back against me almost at once,
and in a minute she came again, her asshole spasming around my
softening cock.

Well, over the rest of the week I fucked that hot little bitch
six ways from Sunday. I'd been married for twenty years, and always
been faithful to my wife. Fucking someone new, and a hot, firm
teenager at that, made me horny twenty-four hours a day.

When I wasn't sucking her off, or chewing on her nipples, I was
pumping my pecker up her snatch or asshole or into her mouth. I
fucked her in every position I knew about, and even a few I didn't,
and by the time I drove her home the next weekend she knew all
there was to know about sex, and wasn't afraid of it any more.

It had been her intention to seduce me, she said later. She
wanted to know about sex, but was afraid of what some boy at school
would say if she let him into her pants. She also didn't want to be
seen as ignorant and inexperienced. She wanted to gain experience
from someone she trusted.

I was happy to oblige.
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2 years ago
awesome
2 years ago
amazing story. easily the best one here.
2 years ago
@23Tim.
Quite a few. I fact this is loosely based on real events although my niece doesn't look like what is described here.
2 years ago
WOW so fucking hot, had to jerk off twice during it mmm so hot. :)
2 years ago
Damn, man, how many times did you have to jerk one off before you finished this story?
2 years ago
you should write books man..