Chapter 3
"You don't have to tell me anything," he said trying to disguise his nervousness.
"I want to tell you what Tom did to me. Tom made me take out his thing and play with it," she said brazenly, excitedly, wondering what her uncle's reaction would be, feeling strong sexual desire for him, in spite of his age and the fact that he was her uncle.
"He did what?" Ben said, thunderstruck.
"He made me open his fly and take out his peter. It was so big and hard. It got that way when we were necking. He got me so excited. I couldn't even stop him when he started to feel me up I was so excited." She paused, breathing deeply, seeing the stunned look on his face. "I have to admit, I liked him to feel me up. It felt good. And then he had me so excited and mixed up that I unzipped his fly when he told me to and took out his big, hard thing. He made me play with it ... and other things..."
"What other things?"
"He made me kiss it and all..."
"What?"
"I had to take it in my lips and do it to him..."
"Dianne!" Ben said, struck nearly dumb by her confession.
"I can't lie to you. He made me suck on it and it was so darn big and hard. And he squirted all that sticky stuff in my mouth, too."
Ben could not believe what he was hearing. He had thought she was such an innocent child. And here she was, desirable and warm on his lap, confessing that she was a cock-sucker. Her confession shook him to the roots of his being. Tara heard her sister's lies in amazement. She watched and listened from her hiding place.
"He ... came in your mouth while you were ... sucking his ... peter...? " Ben said in a trance.
"Yes ... I know it's terrible to do such things, but he had me so excited and he made me," she lied, knowing that her confession was getting to him tellingly. Her cunt pulsed with excitement as she confessed. "Oh, and what he was doing to me when you came home and stopped him ... He had his finger ... in me ... he was driving me wild and I didn't have the strength to stop him ... it was ... ohhhh ... I was going wild ... I have to admit it ... and then you came home and he stopped and ran out the front door and my panties were on the floor and I quickly picked them up and stuffed them in my purse. They're still there..." she added, as the words rushed from her.
"I can't believe it," Ben said slowly.
"It's the truth. I know I should be ashamed of myself ... but ... somehow ... I'm not. Is that awful? Well, I couldn't help myself. He drove me crazy and he was soooo strong I couldn't stop him. You came home so fast my poor panties are still stuffed in my purse," she said, wanting him to be conscious that she was naked under her miniskirt, that only a few inches of skirt separated him from her throbbing slit.
Ben was speechless. He had never expected this to happen. Her confession had stunned and excited him. He had imagined the whole scene as she had described it. The excitement of her description and his imagination made him strongly conscious of her delicious buttocks on his lap. He felt his cock hardening under the shifting weight of her luscious buttocks.
Dianne felt his cock hardening. It surprised and thrilled her. He was an older man, her uncle, and yet he was aroused by her. She felt sudden power come over her. She wondered if he had a bigger cock than Tom had. She shifted her ass on his lap, rubbing her firm globes over his ridge of poking hardness. She felt the overpowering sense of power in the knowledge that her closeness was making him get a hard-on. She was thrilled. He was attracted. She knew that she could easily push this to the point of no return. She was so hot and bothered and unsatisfied that she decided to push her advantage for all it was worth.
"Do you think I should put my panties on ? " she asked in a sultry voice.
"Your panties . . .," he repeated dully.
"Yes. They're in my purse. I'm not wearing anything under my skirt. It's just little old naked me under there," she giggled.
"Dianne..."
"Yes?"
"I think you'd better get off my lap and go to bed," he said in a troubled voice. He could not disguise how aroused he was by her behavior. He knew that she was secretly aware. He could not now trust himself. He tried to remember his responsibility, but her closeness and desirability were too much for him to fight.
With knowledge far beyond her years, Dianne knew exactly what move to make next to finally get him to appease her steady hunger. She was welling over with desire for him. She needed him to satisfy the burning that lingered on hotly in her twat since the boy had, in fright, removed his finger from it.
Dianne slowly got up from her uncle's lap and stretched sensuously, aware that he would watch her body hungrily. She stretched and twisted her young, lovely body, fully revealing her entrancing curves for him. Her eyes held his hotly, taunting him. Then she slowly, pointedly, dropped her eyes slowly to his lap where his cock was a long, hard, thick ridge in his pants. Her eyes stayed there a long moment measuring it, letting Ben know that she was aware. By looking so openly at his hard-on she instinctively knew that she would heighten his need and longing for her. She knew he had been excited by her open description of the way in which she had sucked-off the boy and by the way the boy had fingered her cunt. She knew she had control of her uncle now, and she was intent on throwing caution to the wind.
She walked slowly over to him, twitching her hips seductively. She knew that she could not give him the time to calm down, to gain control of himself. She saw the way he looked up at her, as if hypnotized, vaguely helpless in the grip of her allure. He could not hide his arousal from her eyes-he knew it and she knew it and they both knew what that meant. Their relationship had changed dramatically this evening. Now Dianne, before Tara's stunned eyes, pressed home her advantage over her uncle.
"Uncle Ben?" she said, her eyes lidded with passion, her body swaying before him.
He looked up at her, but words failed him. She looked at once sweet and innocent and highly attractive sexually. Her miniskirt clung to the curving swell of her thighs as she swished toward him. Her nylons whispered sensuously as she moved forward. The fabric of her skirt curved in at her V of young womanhood, promising warmth and lust. Her long legs were flawless and the slight sway of her firm breasts stirred him; he sorely tried to take his eyes from her, to fight back his growing need.
"Uncle Ben?" she repeated, her voice slurring with desire, unconcealed, unashamed desire. "Uncle Ben-that, boy really stirred me up. He had me on the edge of coming with his finger in my ... pussy..." she said boldly, " ... when you came home. I'm still high as a kite and ready to be ... had ... oh, I'm burning up ... and you're here and I'm here and Tara's asleep and..." her voice broke with emotion, emotion that now controlled both of them, wiping away sanity, making the world seem remote, making it seem as if the only world that existed was the emotionally-packed world of the dimly-lighted living room in which they were alone.
Ben felt desire rake over him as the passion-crazed words tumbled from her parted, moist lips. She was now very languid. There was no doubt of what she wanted. Ben found that in spite of himself he had a driving need for his seventeen-year-old niece. Caution had been destroyed. There were no walls left standing between them. They were no longer uncle and niece. They were no longer forty-five-year-old man and seventeen-year-old girl. They were now man and woman. She was tempting him beyond his endurance to resist. It all seemed so unreal to Ben, but it was very real, frighteningly real. He felt drained of strength and will. He simply gave up to the moment, gave up to the girl's sexual attractiveness, gave up to the need that held him choked in its grip.
Tara could sense easily what happened. She could see that her older sister had completely and weirdly mastered Uncle Ben. She blinked her young eyes at the luridly developing scene that was slowly unfolding between her sister and her uncle. Her throat was parched. Her pussy throbbed and, as she watched, she began to finger her moist, heated slit.
Dianne now felt sure of herself. She felt her victory over her uncle and savored her moment of triumph. In her youth she was experiencing the kind of victory that usually only comes to women years her senior. The bonds of niece and uncle were broken forever, she knew. She now held an advantage over him. She intended to press her advantage to its fullest measure. By operating with dominating strength she knew that she could bring her uncle under her spell and keep him under it. She weighed her options and then decided which one to press home to final victory.
She moved to him. She spread her legs wide and sat down on his hard cock, her naked pussy pressing down on it as her legs dangled down on either side of him; she rubbed her naked, hot cunt over his arousal.
"You know ... darling..." she crooned, using the endearment to state their closeness and their new relationship, " ... darling ... I'm not wearing panties. That's me pressing against your lovely ... hard-on," she said on purpose, to more fully bring home to him her triumph.
"This is all wrong," he managed in a weak, defeated voice.
"No, darling, it's not wrong. It's right. It was meant to be. You're alone in the world. I've lost the two people I loved most, too. So, in a way, we're both alone. We need each other. I'll fill the emptiness in your life, and you fill it in mine. It's right, it was meant to be," she said with low conviction and strength. She believed every word.
And, as she breathed those words, her naked pussy rubbing over his huge lump in his pants, her miniskirt hiked up to her hips, she leaned her breasts against his chest and slowly pressed her lips to his.
They both felt drugged. She kept her lips to his, parting them, slowly moving her tongue out to tease it over his lips. Her fingers curled in his thinning hair and tickled over his ears. She brushed her tits over his chest and he could feel the aroused tips of her nipples as she dragged them back and forth, promising him youth and love. The promise was too much for him to reject. She was so young and so stunningly lovely-she was his lost youth.
She continued to kiss him, her tongue now sliding slowly between his parting lips. As she did, she pressed her breasts harder against his chest and shifted her lush buttocks on his lap, working her pulsing, naked slit over the huge, hard bulge of his cock.
Ben could not resist. His prick was hard as a rock under the squirm of her buttocks and the rubbing contact of her hungering mound. Her feet touched the floor on either side of him as he sat, beginning to perspire, beneath her. He was fatally locked in the chair beneath Dianne as she squirmed her tempting body over him.
Dianne grinned wantonly. Her fingers continued the delicate caress of his neck and ear as she kissed over her flushed face. She kissed his eyes, dancing her tongue over his closed lids. He was the captive of her seduction. Over his face she dragged a trail of fleeting, fluttering kisses, touching her lips gently. She had seduced him. She knew that. Now she was purposely delaying taking him. In that way she asserted herself over him, becoming his master. She nipped at his ear-lobe and breathed into his sensitive ear.
"We're going to make it together, darling," she purred into his ear. "We're going to make it beautifully, and you're going to love it."
"We shouldn't-"
"Hush, darling," she whispered into his ear, feeling a strong surge of confidence when she heard his strained, used-up voice.
She snaked her tongue into his ear and began to talk to him, her words slurred and touched with obscenity, on purpose.
"My little pussy's so hungry for you, darling. And oh, it loves the feel of your big cock. We'll just have to get that big wonderful love-tool out of your pants, angel."
Her pink tongue slipped into his ear as he sat there, wooden and stunned. She kissed him and nibbled on his lips. She slid her tongue tip over his parted lips, firing him with desire. She crushed herself in closer, pressing her moving crotch firmly over his pants-protected cock. She rotated her ass round and round, squirming it over his aching cock. Her tongue darted in and out between his lips. Her kiss was sweet and heady and the scent of her and the firm-softness of her enveloped him. She was so young. And yet, she was seducing him shamelessly, at her own pace, completely dominating him, controlling him, making him feel drunk with longing.
His head pitched back as she kissed over his neck, her tongue wetly dragging. She unbuttoned his shirt and put her moving hands on his chest and began to caress. She felt up his chest and the flabby folds of his stomach under his shirt.
"Does that feel nice, darling?" she asked.
"Yes," he said dumbly.
"Oh, I'm going to make you feel soooo nice, angel. Ummm, I love the feel of you under my hands. You're such a man," she hummed.
"Dianne, we must stop this-"
"Hush, now. You know you want me. Admit you do."
"No, I-"
"Don't lie, sweetheart. Admit you want me."
"I-want-you-" he said, drowning in the warmth and softness and scent and allure of her.
"I'm glad. And I'm going to have you, I want you sooooo much. We'll be sooooo gooooood for each other, darling."
Dianne rotated her buttocks, moving herself back on his lap, off his boner, so that she could see the long, round, hard ridge of it in his trousers-so that she could easily get at it. Her eyes were on the front of his trousers, on the tent-like bulge of his arousal. She fluttered her eyes at him.
"Darling," she breathed softly, "your boner's going to get what it deserves."
She stared deeply into his eyes, melting what little was left of his feeble resistance. Then she calmly pulled her sweater off, revealing the fragile red bra which barely contained her full, firm, spilling breasts. She reached in back of herself and unhooked the bra. It fell away. She was naked from the waist up. He stared. Beautiful. Her tits were beautiful. Proud and jutting with beguiling pink nipples, hard, extended and erect with desire.
"You like ? " she purred, cupping her tits in her hands, offering them to him.
"Yes," he breathed.
"Relax," she commanded softly. He obeyed. He was hers. Totally.
She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and teasingly pulled it out of his trousers and dropped it casually on the floor. She studied his chest and stomach. He was so unlike Tom. Tom had such an athlete's chest and stomach, hard and muscled. Ben's chest and stomach were flaccid rolls of fat rolling over the belt of his trousers.
"You're getting fat, darling, but that's all right. The fatter you are, the more I have to love," she laughed liltingly.
Ben felt suddenly the total impact of his age. He felt suddenly inadequate. He was self-consciously ashamed that his body was going to ruin. His feeling of physical inadequacy put him at a severe disadvantage.
Dianne leaned her body forward and began to rub her swaying breasts over his flabby chest.
"Feel me up, darling."
Without a word, his hands went up to her swaying young tits. His hands closed over her twin beauties. He fondled them expertly, more expertly than they had ever been caressed before.
"Ummm, yummie," she crooned. "There's something to be said about older men. They don't fumble around like boys do. You know how to feel a girl up. Oh, that's nice. I love it."
Her voice was dripping with pleasure as his palms rotated in a circular motion. Her nipples thrilled, tensed harder, and responded, jumping out at his expert touch. Her eyes fluttered and she arched her back with lust and pride, shoving her tits more fully into his caressing hands. Her lips took his, fusing them in a wild, tongue-stabbing kiss. Her lips and tongue possessed him; her tongue burst into his mouth with a mad, diving flutter. Ben's tongue curled around hers as they kissed hungrily, her tits crushed against his chest, her nipples drilling into his sweating flesh.
Their embrace was fiery. When the kiss broke he was mad to taste her tits, so young-so young and lovely. She gurgled with pleasure as he gently closed his teeth on her nipple and licked it with his tongue.
"Yes, darling, yes," she panted, loving it. "Good, sooooo good. Oh, suck my tits, darling. Bite them. Ohhh, yesss, that way, you old stud darling you. I love the way that feels. Don't stop."
She thrashed about on his lap, her legs dangling down on either side of him, as he sucked hungrily on her firm cones. He rolled his tongue round and round over her stiffened pink nipples, sending shock waves and tremors through her. She had her eyes squeezed tight.
"Ohhhh, darling, darling, I looooove that," she crooned with passion as she arched her back, mashing her tits more fully into his practiced mouth. He was in a frenzy. He couldn't get enough of mouthing her lovely breasts.
But as much as Dianne loved it, she had a deeper object in mind. He was so absorbed in sucking her tits that he hardly noticed it when she unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. But then, suddenly, he was aware. Her tits were gone.
"What?" he said, stupidly, in a daze as his mouth lost wet contact with her throbbing nipples.
She was off his lap. She dragged his pants and shorts down and off, yanked off his shoes and socks. He was naked, sitting there, dazed, in the chair, panting for breath. She smiled at him with slow, dilated eyes. Her skirt was gone. She unhooked her garter belt and rolled her stockings down with beguiling, teasing slowness. He watched, hypnotized. And then she was naked. Her beauty, so young and vibrant, nearly blinded him. His eyes went over every inch of her glowing, trembling, pink body, every bit of it sweetly and perfectly curved, as if by a master sculptor. His eyes feasted on her quivering, rolling mound at the tempting juncture of her satiny thighs. A warm, auburn tuff of hair partly concealed the creaming pink lips of her love nest.
"God," Ben breathed, reverently. "No, not God, just Dianne," she giggled. "Just me, all ripe and ready to be fucked by you."
Her words shook him. It was as if by saying the word fuck she had ignited their intimate, steaming world. He tried, desperately, to stop it-nowbut he failed. She swayed toward him, a vision of trembling, glowing, feminine youth and beauty.
From her hiding place, Tara .watched panting, her finger fucking in and out of her creaming pussy.
Dianne straddled his lap again, her warm, smooth legs rubbing over his hairy thighs. His hard-on was a massive thing, ramming straight up from his swollen balls. She crawled forward slowly on his lap, her eyes fixed on his straining cock.
"Oh, darling, darling," she breathed. "Wait till I put your cock in my hot pussy. You'll love it. I'll love it. Ohhhh."
She reached forward and took a hold of his hard cock with her hand. Then she suddenly, surprisingly, shifted her buttocks back, so that she was virtually lying forward on his thighs. Her hands pointed his cock toward her swaying breasts, holding a breath over the knob of his prick.
"I'm going to give you a little treat, darling," she purred. "Put your hands on either sides of my tits and push them together."
"What?"
"Do as I say," she said with quiet impatience. He did as she directed. He looked at her large, firm, swaying tits as she slithered forward over his lap. She gently placed his throbbing cock in the deep cleft between her breasts, told him to press in on her tits. His cock was locked in the warm valley, enveloped by her sweet cones.
He clutched firmly. He pushed them closer together. He understood. He pressed harder and her nipples rubbed together, making her groan.
"That's it. You have the idea, darling," she mewed.
She began moving her shoulders, making his hard cock slide to and fro in the soft, deep valley between her tits. He began to rock his hips, jabbing his cock up and down between the twin, throbbing mounds. She watched excitedly, as his cock poked up, then disappeared, in the deep cleft. When his knobby cock head reappeared, she dove her face down and lapped the drop of seminal fluid from the tip with a little laugh. She licked and nipped with her teeth, and he groaned.
"You like?" she asked.
"Christ, yes!"
"Good, darling. Does it feel real good?" she asked as his erect prick rubbed to and fro between her crushed tits.
"It feels great," he gasped.
"Does it feel like you're close to coming?"
"I'm not far off."
"Stop!"
"What?"
"Stop! I don't want to waste your beautiful hard-on there, dummy. I want it in me. That was only a little treat. An appetizer. Now for the main course," she said hungrily.
He looked at her as she began to snake forward on his lap, her thighs wide apart, her legs dangling down. He could see the pink, open, creamy lips of her pussy through the silky auburn hair.
"Now we're going to put it in. In!" she said.
She hopped over his cock, the lips of her dripping vagina brushing over the hard tip of his prick.
"Ugggg," he gasped.
She moved her hips down and the sensitive tip of his cock touched the edges of her tight, tingling lips. He felt the soft auburn hair that surrounded her hot nest. She teased both herself and him by grazing the wet, fleshy folds of her cunt over his probing cock. She held her box above his cock for a trembling, breathless moment, the tight, pulsing lips parted slightly, wet and ready for the final downward lunge of her pelvis.
"I'm going to throw you a fuck you'll never forget, darling Uncle," she purred drunkenly, still grazing the wet trench over his cock head. He was trembling beneath her, helpless with desire, He hungered to get in her. He was a tortured mass of manhood. "Shall I put it in?"
"Christ, yes, quick!"
"No rush," she teased. "You'll get in me, darling Uncle. Oh, what a hard, lovely cock you have. You're a stud, you know. You're sooooo big. Never saw one sooooo big. Maybe I shouldn't put it in, it might split me in two."
"No, never!"
"But my cunt's so tight and young and your cock's so big and round and old."
"Put it in!" He was sweating in his need. She was torturing him beyond endurance. And, she knew it. She was doing it on purpose, making him completely hers, completely her captive.
He could feel the teasing rub of her moist trench, driving him wild. He could see the way her sparse pubic hair, auburn and damp, parted at her delicious young split.
Then, without warning, she drove her hips fully down, impaling herself on his thick fuck-stick.
"Uggggg!"
"Ohhhhh!"
She rammed her hips down, all the way, her buttocks coming to rest on his thighs and with one long smooth stroke she drove his cock all the way up into her cervix. He felt the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamp firmly around his cock. It was so warm and moist inside of her. It was the most delicious feeling that he had ever felt.
"Ohhhh, darling," she moaned, as she sat still on his lap, his cock, hard and round and long, buried to the hilt inside of her palpitating cunt. "Ohhhh, darling, you fill me up to bursting. Soooo deep. Soooo big. Sooooo thick. Soooo lovely, ripping me in half. Ohhhh, darling!"
"God, it feels so good in you!"
"Yessss!"
"My sweet angel!"
"I'm going to fuck your cock silly, till it shoots its load deep in my belly, filling my cunt to overflowing! I'm going to fuck your big, hard cock until it's raw and limp. You're gonna looooove it. And sooooo am I, darling!"
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight, her tits mashing up against his chest, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, drawing passionate blood.
She began slowly to weave her hips up and dawn on his impaling cock. Her tight cunt lips plunged up and down, slowly, on his slick, hard prick. She drew it deeper and deeper into her warm, deep cave, loving the feel of the deep penetration, putting every ounce of her young fucking-talent into her stroke of her slowly churning pussy.
She fucked him with slow abandon, teasing and prolonging the pleasure. She jerked and twisted on his rod, moaned, cursing, her face contorted with passion.
"I loooooove it. Fuck me."
Her body tossed and arched over him, giving them both voluptuous enchantment. His cock drove in and out as she wove a rhythm with her rotating, swerving, gripping, dancing pussy.
He squirmed his ass under her down-driving cunt, and he felt the young power and strength of her hips and thighs. He felt the hot lips of her cunt clasping his throbbing prick. She fucked him, leading the way, youth leading age and experience. She fucked him, dancing her cunt up and down on his red, sticky pecker. His cock thundered in and out of her grasping hole, making them both moan with ecstasy. Her nostrils were rlared and her eyes were closed as she took him.
Her arms were wrapped around him and her nails were raking a tearing, bleeding trail over his back. Her tight buttocks slapped up and down on his thighs. Wet sucking sounds filled the room as rod and cunt drippingly mated. She speeded up the tempo slowly, rhythmically. She lunged over and up and down and round and round on his cock, loving the way his hardness was ravishing her crevice of love.
His hands took hold of her heaving, rotating bottom as she grunted and squirmed over his lap. Juice dripped out of her pussy as it fucked his cock, dripped down to mat his pubic hair. His hands cradled the tight, heaving, smooth, voluptuous ass. His fingers could feel the soft, soaked pubic hair surrounding her ravished cunt. Her pussy lips were like a pair of elastic lips.
She gyrated on his slippery pole, her ravenous body moving wildly faster and faster. She cried out to him, urging him on, as she twisted and churned, jerking her cunt up and down on his slippery cock.
"Deeper, faster, darling, I'm going to coooome!" she cried.
"I'm coming too!"
"Now, now, now, fuck me now, now, now, fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Her ass waved with spiraling abandon as her cunt plunged and plunged hotly and wetly up and down his throbbing red cock.
"I'm coming!" she screamed.
"Meeeee toooooo!" he grunted.
She squealed and pitched her box over his cock, grabbing it tighter with her pussy lips. Her body arched and quivered as her cunt drove up and down on his stabbing prick. Her orgasm spewed forth, drenching his coming cock. Her juice drained out soaking his pubic hair and throbbing balls. His cock jerked and jerked as her pussy lips clutched and clutched. She contracted her internal muscles, squeezing come from his jerking, jetting cock. His balls emptied themselves deep inside her creamy hole.
Her cunt lips sucked every drop from his spurting cock.
"Ohhhhhhh God!" she screamed.
"God, God!"
He gripped her madly rotating ass as she crushed her cunt on his spouting cock, and gasps of passion spewed from both of them.
"Oh, the end of the world!" she cried.
"Over the edge!"
Her pussy lips held his cock in a death grip. Soul-shattering grunts came from both of them. All of his hot sperm was in her. Her juice drowned his prick. They sat there, his limp cock still locked in her pussy lips, too exhausted to speak. They were both near fainting.
"What a fuck," she panted.
Tara, in her hiding place, had come with them, her finger deep in her pussy, covered with cream.