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"Uhhh, fuck!" Heather shrieked, pulling her two sore fingers out of her gushing bald vagina and immediately sticking them in her mouth to suck off her sweet juices. Her knees trembled from the shattering orgasm as she lay back on her bed, her naked body flopping backwards to relax from the exquisite masturbation.

The masculine giggle over the phone rang in her ear. "Baby, you sound like you had quite a good time!"

The 18 year old didn't have energy left to even smile at the thought, her dozen orgasms in the last hour left her flesh limp on her bed. "Dang baby," the long-haired blonde cheerleader purred to her brand-new phone lover, "you are one good phone fuck, jesus I came so many times." She stretched her tongue out and wrapped it around one of her glistening fingers, sucking off her pussy-juice and washing it around her mouth, then doing the same to the other finger that had just been inside her spasming cunt. "Mmm, baby, I'm so wet!"

The older stranger on the phone groaned in satisfaction. "I bet you're a great fuck in person."

Somewhere, she had enough energy to smile at the thought. "Mmm, I am, you should know it!" The insatiable coed slid her fingers back down to her crotch, to lightly tease her clit and get some more tasty cuntjuice on her fingertips. "Are you like ever in Oregon? You should come fuck me."

"Maybe I should," the horny married voice smoothly chirped from long distance, "if I'm ever out your way. Do you like to fuck older men?"

Heather shrugged, and her voice sounded equally ambivalent. "Don't matter to me, I like fucking, that's all."

"I can tell," said the man she just met in Literotica's chatrooms not even 90 minutes earlier, "you sound like you know your way around a cock, and from your picture I can tell you get as much cock as you want!"

"Don't I wish." Her pussy, indeed, was spent for the moment, so the 18 year old rolled onto her stomach, realizing how wet her bedsheets were. The juices had been dripping out of her pussy, over her ass, pooling under her during the fantastic phone-fuck. "I'm stuck here at home another ten days for Christmas break, I haven't had any cock since I left campus over a week ago."

"Heh heh, that shouldn't be a problem, right?" snickered the perverted 40something, whose name she never really caught, "I mean, a blonde with C-cup tits and size 2 body should be able to walk into any bar and pretty much point at the cock you wanna fuck."

Wishful thinking, although the idea of being a slut for some complete stranger made her aching pussy throb a little hotter. "Aren't you sweet, but naw, you have no idea how remote our house is, and besides, we have family coming in this week, I kinda gotta be here."

Being reminded that she was stuck at home with no access to boyfriends or vibrators turned her slight grin into a pout. The phone sex was good, but dangerous; her parents or siblings could easily pick up the phone and hear it. Doing it at 3am, like right now, seemed pretty safe, but it was becoming increasingly frustrating during daylight hours that she hardly had privacy to find a place to finger-fuck herself to happiness.

Heather ended the call sweetly, taking the man's number if she wanted to call him for another late-night phone fuck. He was one of the better ones she'd had from online, and she actually believed him when he said he had fucked his 18 year old neighbor. Twisting her sweaty and slimy nude body, she glanced at the clock, it was 3:48am. Fuck, she had to get up early because the relatives were starting to arrive tomorrow morning. First, her mom's brother, Uncle Jake, whom she hadn't seen in years. She figured was probably only, what, 10 or 11 last time he was there. He was coming from Florida and rarely makes it out to the West Coast, especially with some kind of fancy job that put him in Europe and South America every month or so. The last memory the blonde had of him was a big-belly, boozing loud-mouth jerk who was constantly yelling at Aunt Peggy all the time. Heather wasn't at all shocked when Aunt Peggy left him a couple of years ago. So when Mom said that Uncle Jake was going to be staying at the house this week, getting here ahead of the cousins, Heather didn't look at it as a good thing.

The next day arrived, and indeed Mom woke Heather for early church services -- and including the 45 minute ride to the church, made worse by the weather, it started the day far, far too early for the sleepy, horny college freshman. Heather wanted to nap afterwards, but Mom had her busy supervising her younger brothers to get the house straightened up. All Heather wanted to do was crawl back into bed, where she could either sleep for hours, or fuck herself maybe thinking about the weekend she and her friend Jill had a month earlier getting banged by five studs on the school's hockey team. Fuck, the mere thought of that weekend made Heather's pussy moisten in her thong under her dress. But she had to put the lacivious thoughts from her mind, she was doomed to a boring family event.

Mid-afternoon, Mom had the family dressed in their Sunday best and assembled in a line in front of the front door. Dad was getting back from the airport with fat Uncle Jake. Heather had prettied herself up but not like she was going on a date or anything; at least her long golden hair was brushed to its full immaculate volume. She heard noise outside the house, and a moment later, the door opened as Daddy arrived with the first of several visitors that week.

But it wan't the Uncle Jake Heather remember who strodes in, carrying two luggage backs and a Hefty bag full of presents.. This Uncle Jake was -- well, so NOT Uncle Jake. This Uncle Jack was . . . a fox. A fucking, studly fox. Tanned, muscular shoulders, firm flat tummy, broad thighs. Deepset beautiful blue eyes, and close-cropped hair. Apparently, divorce suited him well!

"Um, hi Uncle Jake," the blonde giggled girlishly, almost blushing, as her uncle she hardly knew stepped forward for a hug hello. The cheerleader immediately saw in her studly uncle's eyes that she wasn't what he was expecting either. That awkward little 10 year old had blossomed into teenage vixen, with her eye-catching pointy C-cup tits, sleek tummy and hips, and gorgeous long blonde angelic hair. Uncle Jake's eyes drank her in, moving from her exquisite neck down to even her pink-painted toenails on her perfect little feet. She'd been stared at by hundreds of men in her life, and it didn't take much to realize that was exactly what Uncle Jake was doing.

Mom dutifully instructed Heather to take Uncle Jake into the living room and "entertain" him while she and her father could get some snacks together. Heather didn't need any encouragement, although she did muffle a protest if only for appearance's sake. As she led her Uncle into the living room and offered him a seat on the sofa next to her, she found herself bemused at the butterflies in her stomach. Here she was, sitting on the sofa with this beautiful hunk of a 40 year old man, daintily crossing her legs and smiling at him because he's family, nervous what exactly to say. Instead, she found yourself wishing he wasn't a relative at all, because then she'd be free to whisper in his ear, "You're gorgeous and I'd love to suck your cock." But, that wouldn't be a good thing to say now, would it?

Uncle Jake pretended to ask Heather and her three much-younger brothers how they were doing and what haul they made for Christmas, but his eyes were all over his niece. As she sat back on the sofa, slightly emphasizing her breasts in her dress, she felt her uncle's attention continuously returning to her curves. She was still blushing, every time he would ask her a question. It was identical to any frat party where some stud tried to make small talk -- except, here, she couldn't end the conversation with some comment about how she'd just shaved her pussy bald.

The teenager found herself surprisingly relieved when her mother returned to the room with a tray full of chopped-up crackers. Heather could sit back and listen to her mom and her brothers banter on with Uncle Jake about all sorts of dumb things. Her brother Vic, the eldest of the three but only in sixth grade, immediately wanted Uncle Jake to show him the secrets of the PS2's latest ninja game. Uncle Jake remained affable with everyone, indulging his sister and her sons, but although he wasn't talking to Heather his eyes kept looking over to her, smiling warmly, finding the gorgeous cheerleader returning the smile enthusiastically. Her eyes and his catched each other and held onto each other in an electric stare for a few moments, until it seemed unnatural, something Mom might notice. Mom, however, was getting worried about her roast being overcooked or whatever. After a while Mom disappears back into the kitchen, and Mom fortuitously instructed the three boys to clean up their toys in the guest bedroom so Uncle Jake would have a place to sleep that night.

As the three youngsters noisily trekked down the steps to the guest bedroom in the basement, Heather found herself alone on the sofa with her hunky Uncle Jake. She continued to smile warmly, and she forced herself not to stare at his powerful chest or what looked like steel muscles on his thighs in his tight slacks. Instead, she acted like he was just any other family member, and the two talked about her first year in college, her boyfriends, where she wanted to go for spring break in a couple of months, all that normal family stuff. Heather was relaxed on one level, but her nerves were oddly on edge. It wasn't so much to an Uncle, but more like to a stranger whom she was trying to impress. For example, instead of telling him that her boyfriend asked her to go steady a couple days before break, she lied and said she has "a few guy friends, nothing really serious." Uncle Jake professes surprise and he said, with an amicable grin, that she was undoubtedly a heartbreaker, and Heather could not contend otherwise but just giggled.

The blonde's father had gone out to the liquor store, which required a good 90 minutes. He was just arriving back now, stomping into the living room to shake remnants of the week's snow off of his boots. Uncle Jake immediately peeled his eyes off of the edible tits of the man's daughter, sitting upright to welcome back his brother-in-law. Uncle Jake and Daddy have always gotten along extremely well, almost unnaturally so; Heather sometimes thought Uncle Jake and Daddy knew each other better than Uncle Jake and his own sister, her Mom. Heather had always attributed to this as just another example of typical male bonding.

"Let me show you the ATVs," Dad barked at the guest, as he kept his coat on. "They rock."

Uncle Jake slapped his knees with a shrug. "Alright, I guess," he nodded, pushing himself to stand upright. Just before leaving the room with her father, Uncle Jake turned to smile back at his beautiful niece, "I'll see you later." He finished with a little, warm smile. He didn't need to do it; it made Heather feel special.

Heather could not help herself, she immediately skipped up to her bedroom. Her shaved pussy inside her thong was already aching for attention; it just did that anytime she found herself around a stud. Closing her door quickly, she leaned her back against it and hiked her dress over her hips. The crotch of her cotton thong was damp, wrapped tightly against her pussylips. The blonde spread her knees a little, looking down to her mound as she stiffened one finger and brushed it against her clitty and slit inside her thong. The light pressure felt good, a welcome relief. Inside her thong, her vagina ached to be filled with something, anything thick, quickly.

She thought about yanking her thong down and frigging herself to a quick orgasm, but her Mom's voice called from the first floor. "Heather, can you set the table?"

"Yeah, alright, I'm coming." Heather dropped her skirt, squeezing her thighs together for another moment's relief. It was ridiculous, of course, getting horny just because her uncle was a stud. It was her uncle, after all. But she could not deny the excitement that shot through her body everytime a hot man like him was checking out her big tits or tight ass; teasing a man, any man, was a joy to itself. She'd countless times flashed her breasts or butt at her own father, or even spread her thighs to show off the contours of her pussylips in a tight pair of panties or bikini, just because she knew her father was a pervert and probably got a hard-on at the sight of his daughter's body. Not in a billion years would she ever think about "doing" anything with her father -- yuck! -- but that never stopped her from flashing some skin.

So, the concept of flirting with her uncle didn't seem so bizarre, as long of course as it was just that -- meaningless flirting.

Before leaving her bedroom, her mind all wrapped around the idea of getting off at some point tonight, she thought maybe she could add a little more spice to her kinky feelings. Sometimes, just knowing she is being sexy was a source of excitement, even if no one else knew it. Heather pulled her dress up again, peeled off her now-soiled white cotton thong, and she fished out of her luggage her one slutty garment she'd brought home from campus -- a red, lacy, almost see-through thong, hooking high over her little hips and plunging deep into the crevace of her small butt. The front panel covered her mound but not by much, and if she spread her legs for a guy wearing it, he'd definitely see her slit through the reddish thin fabric.

Pulling the thong up tight, the strap in back sliding between her buttocks, it made her feel extra-sexy knowing it was on her. No one would find out, of course, but it made her feel better about herself.

Dinner sucked. The food was overcooked and probably lacked flavor anyway, and it was yet another lesson of why she loved being at school away from her three younger, annoying brothers. It was Nature's sinister plan that men, so adorable and lovely when they grow up with big cocks, start out the first 17 years of their lives as gnats that should be squashed. Heather picked at her food, passively watching Daddy and Mom chat with Uncle Jake, interrupted a billion times by the three little stooges. Uncle Jake was sitting across from her, and time and again he kept looking over the table at his delicious niece. Already in a generally horny state amplified by the slutty thong, Heather felt her nipples getting hard in her bra. The leaking of her pussy was definite. She found it tough not to squirm in her seat next to her parents, being eyed up by Uncle Jake.

As dinner ended, Mom asks her to take the dishes into the kitchen. Heather let out those usual "oh Mom!" protest, but she found it a relief to leave the boredom at the table. As she left, her brothers were released to go play in the TV room, which removed about ninety percent of the din as the bumbled off. Standing at the sink in the kitchen, Heather looked back to the dining room, and she realized that the way Uncle Jake was sitting, he was the only one who could see her in the kitchen. Mom was sitting with her back turned to the kitchen, and Dad was out of sight, sitting at the head of the dining room table. Although he was trying not to be obvious, Uncle Jake was definitely staring at Heather. His eyes peered into the kitchen right at the girl's body, then automatically he turned to look back at his brother-in-law to his side or his sister across from him -- only, moments later, his eyes would be glued in the kitchen again.

Knowing she was in Uncle Jake's spotlight added to her erotic feeling. Heather opened the dishwasher and start putting the plates and silverware into it. She had her back to her uncle, and she bent down -- way, way, way down. Her dress, which drooped past her knees, still covered her entire ass. But she knew her studly uncle was likely staring directly at the shape of her tight butt, seeing the curves of her cheeks and how it lacked any fat and was just pure, small round female muscle. Heather dared not look back into the dining room, but she carefully, piece by piece, deliberately, slowly put the silverware and diningware into the dishwasher. A task that normally lasted 2 minutes took 10, or more. She wiggled her ass a couple of times, thinking to herself, I should just turn around, see what he is doing. There was no noise from the dining room, only low tones of adults talking about boring stuff.

Her heart thumped, with her butt on display for her hunky uncle. Dare she look back? Was he watching, did he realizing she was showing off her ass proudly? She had the image of looking back and finding her prudish mom glaring at her, and she didn't want to face that. But . . . her pussy leaked in her tight red thong, she was sure that sexy older man in the other room was gazing at her ass and imagining his tongue in it, probably. So it was her uncle? The thought that she was so hot even her own uncle wanted to do her affirmed her sexuality.

She couldn't resist. Turning her head over her shoulder, she looked into the dining room. She saw the back of her mom's head, and past it, Uncle Jake's admiring eyes, riveted on the sight of Heather's ass. He grinned; Heather smiled back.

Mom started making motions to get up, so Heather had to stop her teasing. Not long after, Heather was seated across from her uncle at the table again, with the pesky brothers reassembled, and Dad handing out dessert to everyone. Uncle Jake was doing his best to talk to her parents, but the whole time he was looking at the gorgeous blonde vixen across from him.

Her uncle's constant admiration put the question in her mind more directly: Was he just being a normal man, scoping out the hot blonde with the killer body, or was he actually hoping to get some action out of his sexy niece? If he was thinking that . . . she shuddered to conclude the idea. No, there was no way she would get it on with an uncle. But knowing he might want it, for real? That was an extremely hot, taboo concept that she actually savored.

After dessert, Daddy and Uncle Jake continued talking endlessly about business opportunities, sports, and all sort of other crap. Mom took advantage and brought Heather back into the kitchen to wash up the pots and serving dishes. Heather tried to put her uncle out of her mind, but she found herself looking into the dining room every chance she had. Uncle Jake, if he caught her eyes, would smile warmly, although he wasn't staring lecherously as he had been earlier.

Daddy ultimately took Jake into the TV room, where they put on a basketball game and settle back. Mom eventually said she could finish the rest, so Heather was released from her chores. Suddenly, the girl found herself axious. Her pussy ached, it was tingling and drenched and wanted attention in the deepest, hardest way. Teasing her hot uncle, knowing he loved her body, had proven to be an incredible elixir. Heather had half a mind to go sit with Daddy and Uncle Jake, maybe to stare at her handsome uncle some more, but her pussy was aching too much. It was almost becoming sore.

It was only about 8 pm, but when nature calls, Heather had to respond. She informed her mother, in as bored a voice as she could muster, that she was going to take a hot shower and go to bed early. Mom didn't seem to care. Heather quickly scampered up to her room and shut the bedroom door tight. Yanking her skirt up with one hand, her other hand shot to her crotch. Her thong was soaked; the juices were leaking profusely through the lacy fabric.

Heather was on auto-pilot. She yanked off the thong and removed her sundress, and quickly she wrapped her sleek 18 year old body in her long robe. Her bedroom door didn't have a lock, but the bathroom did. She slipped into the bathroom, locked herself in it, and ripped off the robe. Standing naked in the mirror, her nipples pointing out of her curvy tits, Heather admired herself in the mirror. It happened every time she caught the sight of her naked body. Heather, who had eaten a fair number of pussies in her 18 years, definitely agreed that if she'd ever meet another girl with the same body, she'd want to fuck that girl instantly. For hours. Heather just lusted for her own body, she knew she was incredibly sexy.
Heather ran some hot water and stepped into the shower. She wasn't shampooing or soaping up. Instead, she stood with her back to the water, one hand on the tiled wall to steady herself, and her other hand slipped to her vagina. Her cunt was demanding to be fucked. Pausing to play with her soaking clitty a few moments, Heather then gave herself what she wanted. She rammed a stiff finger into her hole, followed about a minute later with a second digit. She was so tight, her vagina wanted to be stretched by big dick. Uncle's dick. Yes, Uncle Jake's cock. Heather wasn't resisting the image. She wanted him too badly. Imagining what Uncle Jake must look like naked -- how gorgeous his tanned body must be -- she imagined him inspecting her nudity, her thighs spreading to show him her holes, and in her fantasy he showed his niece how big his prick gets. For that, Heather shows him what an expert cocksucker she is. The idea of his hot sticky cum shooting into her throat, her own uncle's penis, was so powerful. She's never fantasized about fucking a relative before, but when your uncle was a stud-muffin, she couldn't resist. Her two fingers plunged into her pussy as the hot water cascaded down her long sleek back, and the girl finger-fucked herself madly while she visualized her uncle's nice sexy cock stuffed in place of her fingers. She figured, what, he had to be at least average, 6 or 6.5 inches long, right? That would be great, she could suck it in her throat, and he could fit it deep in her pussy, plunging into her, shoving his balls against her ass, and she would have the biggest orgasm getting fucked by her uncle.

She had three easy, flowing orgasms in the shower. Then, drying off afterwards, she sat on the toilet and had a fourth.

Flustered, she dried up and put the robe back on. God those were good cums; but her body was still tingly, the sex from fingers was never nearly as fulfilling as a real cock. She had successfully killed the better part of an hour, but it still wasn't even must past 8:30 pm. Too early to pretend to get ready for bed, for real. And she wasn't the least bit sleepy. Heather dropped the robe and slipped on something relaxing -- sweatpants with her school's nickname, "BEAVERS," stenciled across her ass. She pulled on a tight haltertop, but looking in her bedroom's little mirror she saw her nipples were sticking out of it as if she had paint, not cotton, on her tits. No, Mom would probably cut off her nipples if she saw it. Heather had to strip topless and don her bra again, then she pulled back on the same shirt. It showed off the roundness of her breasts, very sexy.

Heather thought about going downstairs and teasing Uncle Jake again, but she paused at her door. She didn't want her own uncle to think she was some kind of sex-crazed nymphomaniac, who threw herself at the first sight of a stud, even her own uncle. Best to stay in her room, keep her horny thoughts private. Heather sat at her desk and clicked on her laptop, and doing what she always did when she was bored, she logged into Literotica. Normally she never read any of the i****t stories, but with her mind filled with lusty thoughts of her sexy uncle, she gave into the dark power of the topic. She searched stories on "i****t/Taboo" for the keyword "Uncle." There were, suprisingly, tons of stories. She pulled a few up, and soon she was aching to cum again. "Coed Temptress" by Curioser. "Mandy Comes to Visit" by Texas Tom. "Uncle Steve" by Lisa S. "Uncle Charlie" by SpankerSam. "Uncle Finds Love" by Buffalo77. God, all stories about girls around her age fucking their hot, studly uncles. Knowing that other people got off on the same thought diminished her guilt and heightened her state of arousal.

Reading sexy stories led to the inevitable, even with a door that didn't lock. Heather slipped her hand inside her sweatpants, sliding her fingers over her naked cunt again, teasing it while her eyes read the sexy stories on the computer screen. She was dying for cock again, and even a finger or two in her pussy wasn't solving the problem. Plus, she heard noises outside her door. Mom was getting the boys to bed. Heather was keenly aware her Mom could barge in at any second, and she'd probably kick Heather out of the house if she found her innocent daughter reading porn on the internet.

So the aroused blonde forced herself to stop, pulling her hand out -- licking it clean -- and turning off the computer.

She sat at her mirror, pulling a brush through her still-damp hair, brushing it out to its full length. The noises in the hallway subsided; soon the boys were in bed. Mom sounded like she went back downstairs.

Heather's stomach rumbled from the lack of food, she hadn't eaten much for dinner. Plus, if she stayed in her room, she realized, she'd probably end up fucking herself some more. So she forced herself to go downstairs. Daddy and Uncle Jake were still in the tv room, with Mom in the study straightening up still for tomorrow when the cousins arrived. The blonde cheerleader went into the kitchen and sucked down a bottle of spring water, then devoured an apple in the minimum number of bites. That solved the grumbling in her tummy, but she was still bored, and the draw of her hot uncle in the TV room was going to be hard to resist. After all, she had found a way to avoid him for a couple of hours, it's not like she was showing him she's a nymph.

As she entered the TV room, both her Daddy and Uncle Jake's eyes focused on her body. Typical of her father, the harmless looker he always was. Uncle Jake didn't move a muscle, his arms stretched along the back of the sofa, but his eyes tracked Heather's movements to a chair across the room. The men were watching SportsCenter, getting the scores from the East Coast.

As she laid back on the chair watching the boring TV program, she feel both of the adult men still admiring her chest in her tight top. The loose sweatpants gave away nothing about her legs. Daddy perked up and asked her rotely what had she been doing, and Heather blew him off by answering, "Oh, just reading Daddy." She grinned, realizing she wasn't lying. As she felt both men looking right at her chest, her nipples grew hard but were largely hidden by her bra.

While the two adult men resumed talking about meaningless male stuff, Heather slipped out of the room for a moment to retrieve her nail polish. Her toenails are already well-groomed, but they could use more attention. Plus, it was a way of giving Uncle Jake something to watch. Sitting back in the chair, she stretched a leg forward, leaned to grab her foot, and applied another thick layer of metallic pink polish on the big toenail. As she leaned on the chair pulling her leg up, her breasts pressed into her thighs, and leaning forward a bit of her cleavage became obvious inside her shirt. Heather didn't have to look up to know that Uncle Jake's eyes were fixated on that sight. A little rush to her head intoxicated the coed with the raw power she had over grown men, even her own father and uncle. Repainting already-painted toenails was an excrutiatingly slow process, of cousre, forcing her to lean forward quite some time.

Before she was finished, her Mom came into the room and announced she was ready for bed. Mom glanced at Heather, suggesting that the teenager get to sleep as well on the grounds that, "It will be a long day tomorrow, all six cousins get here."

Heather wasn't used to going to be around 10pm, so she effectively ignored her mother's suggestion. Heather felt content to just sit and be admired by Daddy and Uncle Jake.

When Mom finally went upstairs, the men continued their boring discussing unabated. Heather tried to watch the TV, but the sports simply did not interest her -- it was a long stream of statistics and results of athletes and teams that looked identical. So, bored, she sat motionless in the chair, feeling the men occasionally looking at her, but now mostly ignoring her. Her thoughts remained fixated on her aching vagina, now going through withdrawal symptoms of not having male attention, or at least another female's, for nearly two weeks. She wanted to get fucked so badly, it just was not fair, she needed things her parents just didn't understand. She figured she could go up to her bedroom and get back on the computer, but her father might catch her, it was far too early in the evening, so that wasn't an option either.

Instead, the horny teenager figured, she would just get drunk on attention. She announced, "It's too warm in here, Daddy," and she bounced out of her chair. Before either male could disagree with her, she was on her way up to her bedroom. Behind closed door once more, Heather ripped off her haltertop and removed her bra. Then she put the haltertop back on -- and, assuring herself with a look in the mirror -- her nipples formed distinctive bumps on her tight top. Then she kicked off her sweatpants and grabbed a cotton thong again, along with orange jogging shorts. Her roommate called them "Hooter shorts," because they had the look of tight short-shorts worn by the sluts at Hooter's. The fabric was thin, and the shorts were a couple of years old, so it was fairly worn. It was comfortable, and more importantly, it hugged her little ass tightly. Plus, her long, sleek legs were on display.

Heather giddily returned to the tv room, stretching out on the chair in front of her father and uncle. As she arched her back, she felt both men pathetically gazing at her erect nipples on her big round tits. She crossed her legs, and glancing out of her eye, she saw Daddy looking up and down her taut calves with desire. Daddy so loved her body, she knew. Uncle Jake seemed more interested in the tight haltertop showing off her tits than he did her legs. Their reaction was exactly what Heather anticipated, and it satisfied her on some levels, although making her ache on others.

The blonde let herself be admired until a few minutes later when Daddy announced everyone should go to bed. Heather again ignored him, although in truth she thought about going to bed to frig off. Uncle Jake seconded his brother-in-law's idea, and he stood up to leave the room. Daddy gave Heather a kiss on her forehead, followed by Uncle Jake standing over Heather smiling down sweetly. "See you in the morning," he said casually, his eyes still on her tits.

"Nightie night," the girl giggled back, finding herself a little embarrassed that she was putting herself out for observation so easily.

Uncle Jake excused himself to go into the first floor bathroom for a few minutes, while Daddy stood next to his daughter, ostensibly watching highlights of the Lakers-Spurs game. Heather realized, however, that he was glancing down to her body. She rolled onto her back on the chair, and she slowly stretched her legs open, exposing her crotch. Inside, she laughed at how Daddy loved to watch her show off. She looked up and, indeed, his eyes were looking right at the soft mound of the tight orange shorts between her sleek thighs.

The girl was high on herself. "I love you, Daddy," she sweetly purred, knowing it was teasing him that his daughter was such a fox.

"Me too," came his tempted reply, "you are the best, Heather."

Then Daddy kissed her forehead again, took a last glance at his daughter's crotch, and left the room with an obvious erection in his pants.

A moment later, before she could reposition herself, her Uncle emerged from the bathroom. He found himself instantly staring at his niece spread-open on a chair, almost pointing her vagina in his direction.

Heather quickly closed her knees, blushing, but she didn't look at his eyes. She did sit up more, arching her back again, pushing her C-cup melons forward so her aching nipples pointed at him instead. Uncle Jake slowly, casually, returned to sit on the sofa, transfixed by his niece.

"I was just going to watch some more TV, I don't think I'm real tired," said her uncle. His voice was calm and mellow.

"Oh, okay." The teenager ran her hand through her long hair, relaxing back in her comfortable chair. "Me, too."

Only one lamp was turned on in the room, providing only half the necessary light for the large area. The TV became the other light source. On the sofa, Uncle Jake sat quietly, breathing a little hard which Heather's ears discerned.

Uncle Jake's strong, crisp voice filled the void. "Want to watch something else?" he murmured , while he scooped up the remote and aimed it at the TV. Even before Heather blurted an affirmative, "Sure," he'd already flipped through several the channels. News dominated the local stations, but he surfed right past all of those boring shows. "Does this thing have movie stations?" he asks of the local cable package. Heather said it did, she thought.

Her uncle smiled over at her, holding out the large, universal remote with its vast array of little buttons. "Here," he smiled at his niece, "you live here, come over here and show me which channels."

She smiled at the offer, knowing it was an excuse to get her to stand up. She did as he wanted, and his eyes ravaged the sight of her full breasts in the thin haltertop, plus her tight shorts and long, smooth legs. She daintily stepped over to him, taking the remote with a soft, "Thanks," and she turned to face the TV. With a thought, she stepped forward. It wasn't for the remote; it was so she was standing between him and the TV. His eyes were right on her ass again, squarely staring at her rump in the thin, worn fabric of the old orange Hooter shorts.

Heather's pussy ached a bit more.

"What do you want to watch?" asked the blonde, passing through countless cable stations. She never watched television at college, so she was unfamiliar with the late-night show.

"Let's see what's on," came the stoic reply from behind her.

She liked having him look at her ass, but Heather felt she could tease him even better if she was closer. She stepped to the couch, taking a seat next to him on the long sofa, not close enough to touch him however. As she sat down, she suddenly smelled his masculine presence -- a mixture of cologne, sweat, and manhood. It maked her shudder a little more. She leaned back a bit and slipped closer to him, so her hip did touch his. His strong leg brushed against her smooth, waxed thigh and calf, feeling very comforting to the girl.

She was still flipping channels, but she had no idea what she was doing. "Tell me what you like," she said, annoyed for a moment the responsibility of watching a show was on her.

Uncle Jake took the remote back from her hands, and his arm just fleetingly touched the soft skin of her hand. "Here," he said, reacquiring the remote, "let me." He pointed the remote at the TV with one hand -- and his other hand suddenly slipped over the girl's shoulder, resting between her body and the sofa's backrest. Heather's body instinctively sunk back into his torso, nestling her back against the side of his strong chest. His presence filled her senses even more, a strong manly aroma, his powerful physique. Having him make contact made her shudder, and she felt an aching inside her shorts grow worse. The teasing, apparently, was going two ways.

Heather raised one of her legs, putting her foot on the sofa under her ass, bending her knee to the ceiling. Uncle Jake's hand slipped off of her shoulder and came to rest squarely the soft naked flesh of the girl's raised knee.

Her eyes turn to the TV, although your thoughts were all about the handsome hulk of a man sitting right behind her. He had the TV on the movie stations, and he was paging through them, barely pausing as he flipped one after another. Daddy apparently had bought all of the movie stations, so there were quite a few. Uncle Jake apparently had something in mind, he wasn't really looking at them to see what they were. But then his channel-changing stopped cold.

The TV was filled with the scene has a very sexy brunette girl in a bikini and thong, talking to some handome older guy as they stood around the pool of a very lavish backyard. Uncle Jake put the remote down, as Heather felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck. A second later on the TV, the girl and the guy started making out. This was one of those late-night cable movies; not porn, but quite, almost. Heather's pussy twitched worse.

Suddenly, she feel very guilty -- guilty, guilty guilty. She had turned on her own Uncle, and now with her parents upstairs, she was here here on the sofa basically in his arms. And a glance at his crotch revealled he was definitely aroused.

Uncle Jake whistled quietly at the girl on the TV. "She's really sexy," he purred into the blonde's ear softly. The warm breath of his words landed on her exposed neck and earlobe, giving her shivers. His mouth moved closer to her ear, and in an even softer but more confident voice, he said, "I really, really love beautiful sexy women."

Heather kew it was a complement directed at her, so she immediately giggled sweety and respond with a quiet, "Aww, thanks." Heather couldn't find any other words to respond. Uncle Jake was making a move, and she was unable to articulate a response. Yes? No? Her pussy wanted cock, he was dreamy sexy, and he was her Uncle.

Her non-response, she knew, would be interpreted as a signal to continue.

Uncle Jake's hand on her knee was now softly stroking the skin inside her leg, making little circles on her soft skin. She was getting goosebumps on her legs and arms, between his fingers gently caressing her and his hot breath on her neck. The teasing was immensely enjoyable, and she didn't want it to stop, even though she knew it couldn't reach its ultimate conclusion. Her nipples were so swollen in her tight shirt, and her clit ached in her tight cotton thong. Heather reached across her uncle's body behind her, trying to obtain the remote again. He handed it to her. "Here," the girl moaned playfully, pressing herself harder against his chest behind her, "if you like sexy girls, we can watch . . . this." She vague knew what she wanted to find; her father used to watch it the past summer before she went to college, and a couple of times she spied on the TV hiding in the other room. Heather flipped through the movie stations, figuring it was somewhere in the nearby channels.

Flip, flip, flip, flip . . . .

There. The sex station, a softcore porn station that started at 10pm and ran past midnight. Instantly, Heather and her Uncle were watching a very studly, ripped guy boning a short-haired, petite blonde doggy-style. The movie didn't show penetration, but the looks on both of their faces screamed hot, deep sex. Heather laughed and had to hurry to lower the TV's volume so the girl's screams of ecstacy didn't awaken your parents upstairs.

The appearance of the porn on TV is just what Uncle Jake had in mind. "God yesss," he muttered under hot breath, and his palm on his niece's knee suddenly became sweaty. Both consenting relatives froze a few seconds, watching the pseudo-fucking on the TV. The girl was even smaller than Heather, and shorter too, her size-0, 90-pound body so tiny compared to the linebacker fucking her from behind. Her ass was getting slapped with each thrust forward, and the screams of joy hardly sounded contrived. She was getting the stuffing fucked out of her.

"Fuck that's hot," Uncle Jake moaned, his hand slipping a little higher up the inside of Heather's leg. Heather felt it, and she loved it. She leaned back more, dropping her foot from under her ass to the floor, so she could lean back more against her Uncle and spread her smooth thighs open. The motion allowed him to feel and caress her velvety inner leg, his fingers tracing light circles up and down. Heather could smell his rockhard cock in his pants.

His fingers slid higher and higher up her inner leg, closer to the shorts and her mound. Heather closed her eyes, feeling this sexy man touching her in the softest of places, but her brain woke up and told her, this is your Uncle damned it. He can't be reaching to touch your pussy!
Heather's body, however, was out of control. She moaned softly but urgently, pulling her knees back even farther. "Ohhhhh!" was all she could say, overwhelmed at the intense desire for something more erotic to happen.

Uncle Jake's reaction shook her to reality. He snatched his hand back from her thigh, and with his other arm he pushed her to sit upright next to him, not leaning into him anymore. "Shit, Heather," he groaned disappointedly, "we really, really shouldn't be here, doing this."

The words of truth struck like an arrow. Heather knew he was right, but her young pussy was aching so much, she hated him for being right. "I know, I know," she lamented, trying to convince herself more than him.

Uncle Jake took back the remote for a last time, pointing it at its target and firing the OFF button. The TV went blank, removing about half of the light in the room. On a small lamp behind the sofa lit anything, leaving half of their faces in the dark. Heather looked blankly at her Uncle, so embarassed that she let this get so far. She had a fear he'd tell Mom, and all of the high admiration her mom had for her would be crushed.

Sitting now on her ankles, her back only slightly arched, her hard nipples still pointed at him. Heather saw him admiring her chest again, the look of a very horny, sexy man who wanted what he saw. Sure, he was her uncle, but he was a gorgeous, dreamy hunk of a man, full of muscles and sexy curves, and he turned her on as much as any man she'd fucked. Even with him having said "no," she still felt power showing off her body to him, and the guilt subsided for a moment.

"So tell me," he mused, possibly sounding like he hadn't convinced himself yet, "if I hadn't said anything, were, um, were . . .?"

The trailing of his voice made Heather giggle. It was cute, he was embarrassed himself. Her voice chirped playfully, almost innocently. "Were what?"

He smiled at how his niece was going to make him blurt it out. "Were you going to let me see that divine, angelic body of yours?"

Heather's pussy gushed at how he described her, it was so sweet and sexy. She could not lie, the truth came out in a soft whisper. "Yesssss."

Uncle Jake didn't move, his steely cold-blue eyes looked right into her bosom a couple of feet away, admiring, probably stripping off the outer garment in his imagination. He didn't need to say a word, she knew what was happening in between his ears. And, knowing that this sexy man was as enamored with her as she was with him, Heather decided it didn't matter he was an uncle. "You wanted to see these?" Heather grabbed her haltertop at her tummy, yanking it up and off of her body, and rendering herself topless. Her rounded, smooth teenage breasts pointed directly at her Uncle's eyes, which devoured them instantly. Heather arched her back, hands on her thin hips, offering the naked fleshy orbs to the older adult male.

She saw in his face that he loved the sight of her boobs. "Like them, Uncle Jake?"

His hands reached up, cupping them, making her moan. Heather grabbed his wrists instinctively, feeling her uncle fondle her naked breasts, his powerful palms cupping the flesh and his soft thumbs rubbing circles on her nipples. "Mmm," she moaned, her head falling back, long blonde hair dropping down her nude back.

The horny teenager opened her eyes, and when she looked into her Uncle's face, they both giggled naughtily. It was okay, they were both horny for each other; he tried to stop it, and that satisfied their moral obligation to determine how badly they wanted to fuck each other. Heather rose to her knees on the sofa, crawling to Jake, leaning her breasts to his face. He leaned forward knowing what she wanted, and moments later one of her breasts was deep in his warm, wet mouth, suckling it, lathering it with his tongue and saliva. "Oooh yesss!" the girl cried, pushing her tit into her uncle's mouth. His hands slipped around her hips, clutching her little buttocks in her tight shorts, drawing her closer.

She let herself be pulled into her uncle's embrace, turning her torso to slide her tit out of his mouth and insert the other one. The wettened breast smeared some of his saliva over his face until her other nipple found itself between his lips, and he nibbled just on the nipple, his lips wrapped around his teeth to softly squeeze it. His palms were groping her little cheerleader's butt, and her crotch now smashed against his abdomen. Heather put a foot on the floor, so she could straddle him as he sat sideways on the sofa, her other knee on the couch next to his hips. Dropping her pelvis, she pushed her aching pussy against his crotch through their clothing.

The bulge in his pants felt like concrete against her mound. She moaned again, wrapping her hands around Uncle Jake's head to seal his mouth around her breast. The sucking of her tit into his mouth shot vibrations down to her clit, and she ground her pussy anxiously against his crotch. Damn he felt big. She couldn't resist. Heather slipped a hand down between their bodies, frenetically trying to slide her hand inside Uncle Jake's pants.

"Here," he moaned, leaning back on the sofa, his face glistening with saliva as was her two tits. He unsnapped his pants as his topless niece looked down upon him, almost straddling him. As soon as he unzipped his pants, Heather grabbed the top edge of his underwear with one hand and pulled it down. "Fuck!" she cried in delight, revealing a massive cock that was bigger than any she'd fucked, except maybe the black football players. Had to be 7 to 8 inches, maybe more, cut, and thick as a tree log. Her uncle was fucking hung. Stretching back the underwear, her other hand grabbed her uncle's penis, squeezing it, finding it harder and bigger than she could have hoped.

"You're so huge!" moaned the young slut happily.

Her fingers discover the wet, slimy soft helmet of his penis. Sliding her palm and fingers down lower, she wrapped them around the fat shaft. "It's amazing," she repeated, stunned at what she was holding. He pushed his pelvis up to shove his underwear and pants down a bit, and Heather found herself staring at his shaved balls, a big fat soft sack underneath his enormous, gargantuan erection. Staring at it made Heather think she was going to orgasm on the spot.

It dawned on her that she was holding her uncle's penis, and that she maybe never wanted to fuck one as badly as this. It was so forbidden and improper, but it totally turned her on.

Uncle Jake didn't stop his niece from grasping and stroking his prick. It pulsated heat against her palm, and she could feel how it throbbed and ached and stretched for her. She knew she wanted to take it out so badly. So, clutching his fat penis in her hand, she leaned up to his face and moaned with lust in his ear, "Uncle Jake, let me suck your big dick please, baby, I want to suck it to badly!" And she punctuated her request by licking his cheek, from chin up to near his eye, leaving a broad wet path of saliva over his face.

Uncle Jake responded by immediately by pushing his pants to his knees. Heather admired the massive cock again, it was definitely like 8 to 9 inches, and thick as her wrist at the base, with a large mushroom head that was so wet it glistened in the dim lights. She wrapped her fingers and thumb around it -- her fingers did not come close to enclosing around the entire girth -- and lightly pumped it. It seemed it was still getting harder. Her hand slid the outer layer of skin over the shaft inside, jerking it rhythmically, while she smelled his arousal. Her mouth watered, she wanted it so bad.

Heather leaned over his lap now, and it was a foregone conclusion that she was going to make him squirt in her throat. Her mouth opened as wide as she could, and she swallowed the head of his cock inside. It was huge and soft. Her tongue swirled around it, tasting the salty precum, and she sucked just the head, tugging at it with her lips. Uncle Jake groaned in satisfaction. The blonde thought to herself, he's going to love this. She sucked the dick into the vacuum of her mouth, then started sliding her mouth down farther on the shaft, pushing the swollen peckerhead to the back of your mouth. Her nostrils filled with the smell of male cock. He's so hard, she thought to herself, his cock is pulsing with life for me. She even had to put both knees on the sofa, so she could lean over him and come straight down on it, to push more of the enormous dick into her teenage mouth.

As the soft prickhead touched the entrance to your throat, Uncle Jake murmurred in amazement. "Fuck yes, do it," he grunted, "deep throat me." Heather giggled with his cock in your mouth, and she showed him her cocksucking skills. A moment later, Heather had the head of her uncle's cock in her throat. It's so fucking big, it hurts, she thought to herself, but it's such a turnon to deep-throat him. She held her breath and pushed down more, more, more . . . and soon her lips were against his shaved balls, and she felt 8 or 9 inches of manmeat shoved up her neck.

Pumping her throat on the cock a few moments, the 18 year old blonde cheerleader came back up for air, exhaling around his shiny wet dick, leaving slobbery drool all over his penis. Her fist immediately grabbed the dick, squeezing it, stroking the lubricated shaft, jerking him off while she continued to suck the head and top couple of inches. Then she drew another deep breath, and plunged the cock back down into her neck, and she heard her Uncle exclaims a shriek of delight. "Oh fuck baby, you're so good!" came a burst from his gut, wincing as her tight neck squeezed his fat shaft, "what a hot little cocksucker you are, Heather!"

Heather proved him right. She popped his penis into her throat a few more times, each time wiggling it around her throat and neck for a few moments, then pulling off to jerk off the thick wet meat. As she fuck his cock with her mouth, she felt his hand slide down your back, then he slid his hands under her torso to cup her dangling boobs. His big strong manly hands held each fat tit, fondling it, squeezing it as she sucked his meat. But her tits were not his ultimate objective. As she was bent over to suck his dick, Uncle Jake stretched one hand under her body, down between her thighs, and his strong fingertips found her pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts and thong.

Heather was so turned on, the moment his fingers found her clit, rubbing up against it, she lost it. Heather came with a sudden orgasm, soiling her thong and shorts, her pussy vibrating against his fingers then spasming just from the rubbing of fabric on her clit. The intensity of her orgasm made her shove his prick deeper into her mouth and throat and neck again, while she squeeled and grunted from her instant orgasm. Feeling his thick penis in her throat while her pussy was exploding with a climax made her orgasm last even longer.

Uncle Jake knew his niece just came, and the smell of the female orgasm plus the dampness of her shorts were the final incentive for his own ejaculation. He grabbed Heather's thick, long blonde hair, and although she needed a deep breath, she let him force his prick deeper into her neck. His body twitched, his muscles tensed, and he let it go. A massive male orgasm erupts from his dick. She felt and smelled his balls churning, the shaft in her mouth pumpping over and over, and in your throat she could tell he was pouring out his hot male sperm right into her teenage tummy.

When her Uncle finally stopped cumming, Heather sat up and choked down the liquids in her mouth. Clearing her throat she sucked in a deep breath of air, almost choking again, and continued to exhale hard until her breathing returned to normal. She was sweating on her temples and under her arms, the deep-throat fucking and her own cum were making her sweat profusely. Having made her own uncle cum in her mouth made it the best blowjob she ever gave.

After both uncle and niece regained their senses, he giggled at her playfully. "You know, honey, it would be real bad if one of your parents came down those steps and found their daughter with her uncle's penis in her pussy."

Thinking about his words made her smile broadly. "Yeah that would definitely suck," you giggle back. "So Uncle Jake, I guess we should go down to your guest bedroom to fuck now."

He grabbed his pants and pulled them to cover his spent erection, standing upright in the same motion. Heather found her top and held it against her tits, not donning it, as she headed for the steps to the basement. Her Uncle followed, no doubt eyeing her butt in her tight shorts as she slipped down the carpeted steps into the fully-finished basement. The guest bedroom was at the end of the long hallway. As she headed for it, he stepped to her side, putting his hand on her naked lower back. Heather stopped in the middle of the hallway, her arms grabbing his shoulders. The lust she felt for him was insane. She turned her taller uncle to face her and lean over, and she pulled his mouth down to hers. Uncle shoved his tongue in his niece's mouth, where she greeted it with her own tongue then sucked it with her lips. They moaned at their deep French kiss, exchanging hot breaths from lung to lung, saliva dripping out of their mouths as they sucked face.

"Come on," he blurted out, breaking the kiss and grabbing her hand. He led her to the bedroom, and when both were inside he kicked the door shut behind himself.

He wasted no time. In the darkened bedroom he dropped his unclosed pants to the floor, ripped off his shirt, and revealed his manly body. Moonlight through the window of the bedroom showed Heather just what a Greek god he was: a hairy, chiseled chest, his shaved cock and balls, and his powerful thick thighs. He was simply gorgeous. Plus, that mammoth 8 or 9 inch penis was still standing out of his pelvis, wanting to fuck her tight little teenage body, hardly seeming any smaller after its orgasm a minute earlier.

Nude, he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling his almost-nude niece to stand in front of him. She could see him examining the shape of her naked tits, the long hard nipples pointing at him. In the dim light Heather arched her back to push her breasts at him more. Uncle Jake's eyes gazed at the breasts, then his hands reached up and cupped them again. He rolled the soft flesh over his fingers and palms, then holding them he pulled her tits back to his mouth and licked them both back and forth. "Ungh!" shuddered Heather, enjoying her Uncle's suckling of her breasts, his wet tongue tracing over her hard nipples.

Suddenly he pushed her away, and a moment later, the desk lamp by his bed lit up. He sat back upright, admiring his niece's body. "Can I watch you turn around and bend over and take off those shorts?" he asked, his voice full of lust.

The girl hardly had to think about the request. "Sure." She laughed at how polite he was, and found herself anxious to show him her delicious little bald vagina. She turned her naked back to him and hooked her thumbs under the elastic wasteband of her shorts, then she bent over halfway and pushed her tight shorts down to her little feet. As she stepped out, she looked back and saw Uncle Jake licking his lips, gazing at her ass in her white, cotton thong. Heather grinned at his admiration, and she smacked one of her slender buttcheeks with a palm. He laughed with her. Heather remained bent forward, knees parted, so as she stuck her butt towards her Uncle, he could see the shape of her pussylips inside her thong's crotch. "Mmm Uncle Jake," she moaned, sliding a hand under herself, fingers reaching up to touch her vagina through the thong, "I'm so fucking wet for you."

Uncle Jake watched his niece touch her pussy through her clothing. "Let me see it," he grunted, "show me that hot cunt, honey."

Heather remained bent over, hooking her thumbs this time through the straps of her thong. Peeling them over her hips, she slid the white, damp thong down her long legs to her ankles. Quickly she picked each foot up and tossed the thong to the side.

Looking again over her shoulder, she found her uncle gazing at her shaved, pink pussylips and tight little asshole. His fat erection stood out of his lap, pointing at the ceiling. Heather grinned at him, and seeing his reaction a moment earlier at the sight of her fingers on her crotch, she gave him a better pleasure. Watching to make sure she had his full attention, she bent forward and put one hand on her knee, propping herself upright; with her legs split, she put her other hand to her pussy, spreading open her slit to her Uncle, then she began fingering her clit.

Huffing with deep breaths, her eyes looked lustfully at her Uncle. "Want to see me finger it?" she grunted, begging for him to say yes.

He nodded.

"Uhhh fuck," the girl exhaled, sliding one stiff finger inside her twat. It was so wet, but incredibly tight. Having her Uncle watch her masturbate was a huge turn-on. She stretched her arm as far back under herself as she could, turning up her hand to stick her finger all the way, until her hand was pressed into her clit. "Shit I'm tight, Uncle Jake!"

"Nice," the man groaned, watching her intently, "I love it."

She smiled, and as he requested, she stuck a second finger into her pussy. She winced at how tight it was, and she wasn't used to doing it standing up and bent over -- but the awkward position made it even more sexy. Heather slowly pushed two fingers into her cunt, milking it in and out, feeling them cover with juice. Oh, that juice. Knowing her uncle would love it, she pulled her wet fingers out and immediately shoved them into her mouth, then sticking her tongue out she let her Uncle watch her lick her own pussyjuices.

His eyes bugged out, his jaw dropped at how sexy it was. "Oh, honey, my sexy niece likes the taste of her own pussy?"

Heather nodded, still sucking her fingers dry.

"Mmm, good to know." He was leaning back on the bed, both hands behind him, his missile erect out of his lap, waiting its turn for her. But he was enjoying the show too much to stop. "So Heather, if you like the flavor of your pussy, do you like other girls? Lick any other pussies?"

The cheerleader squeeled in delight; men were so predictable. Heather stood upright, turning her naked teen body to face her nude uncle. She watched his eyes go from her naked tits to her wet, dripping pussy. Walking towards him, she answered his question with a grinning face. "I love pussy," she admitted honestly, "I love the flavor."

"Do you now?" Uncle Jake crawled backwards on the bed, retreating to sit against the far wall, giving room for Heather now to crawl onto the bed too. He wasn't touching his prick, which looked like it was pulsating in his lap, long and stiff with thick ribs and criss-crossing veins. "So tell me, baby, when was the last time, um, you, ah, the last time you fucked another girl?"

Heather was now on her knees on the bed, not sure what he wanted to do. She sat on her butt, legs spread to show off her pussy to him, as she thought out loud. "Last time, well, a month ago, my friend Jill and I were at this frat party, and we were in this guy's room, and like suddenly there were a bunch of guys doing us, and then --"

He chuckled. "Naw, honey, I mean, just you and another girl, do you ever do that?"

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Yeah, uh huh." She thought he'd wanted to hear a hot story, not just some routine fuck. But didn't have to think too long to remember her last sex with another girl. "Actually, it was the weekend I flew home, my friend Camille and me."

Uncle Jake now rose to his knees, crawling towards her body. She remained still, waiting for him to take control. He did, but not quite what she expected. He had his niece lie flat on her back, spreading her legs to reveal her vagina to him, and she pulled back her knees expecting him to mount her. Instead, he sat on his ankles a couple feet away, and he motioned for her to resume finger-fucking herself.
Heather promptly stuffed her two fingers into her pussy, drawing a squeek of excitement from herself. Uncle Jake's eyes stared at the tight of her teenage fingers disappearing into her pink pussylips, as if her cunt was swallowing them, then watching them re-emerge only to be shoved back inside. "Yeah, baby," he moaned, "do it, fuck youself -- now, tell me, who's Camille, what's she look like?"

"Oh, fuck!" Heather grunted and winced, her pussy seemed so tight, yet it was so wet, she wanted to fuck him so badly. "Um -- Camille --" Her breaths were short, it was hard to talk, she just wanted to get laid. "Um -- she's a girl in my dorm -- she's hot, black hair, nice tits, hot ass, she's Latin."

"And where did you fuck her?" His eyes stared at her finger inside her vagina while he heard the girl-girl story.

"In her dorm room!" The blonde relaxed, able to pump her fingers faster in her pussy now. She felt an orgasm coming, with her Uncle watching her masturbate. And she knew the lesbian-sex story was a major turn-on for him too. "It was after breakfast, like kinda late, we were bored, her roommate was leaving to fly home -- so like as soon as Brenda was gone, Camille and I -- Camille has this box of, things, you know, toys, dildos. We took them out, we like to play with them, we fucked each other until afternoon, it was so fucking hot."

Her Uncle's smile approved the story. "You should come to Florida for Spring Break, honey," he mused out loud, recalling a conversation with her earlier in the day on the sofa, "I have this very friendly young lady you probably would love, her name is Sophie, she's a hot little dancer and would eat your pussy for hours."

Heather was concentrating on her fingers inside her pussy, pumping them faster, pushing deeper, trying to dislodge the orgasm waiting to erupt. Her body needed it so badly now, and she figured, as soon as she came from fingers, he would probably want to fuck her. "Yeah?" Heather was panting hard, arching her back, her swollen nipples aching to be nibbled. "M-m-maybe, dunno, like I said earlier, my friend Jill and I were gonna do some guys in Mexico."

He laughed at the changed story. "Earlier today, you said you and a bunch of nice friends were going down to tan."

She just grinned, fucking herself faster.

Uncle Jake leaned over now, his face getting closer to her fingers pumping in her vagina. He not only smelled her sex, but her juices seemed to splatter as she pumped her well-lubricated pussy as fast as she could. "Bring Jill," he moaned, drawing yet closer to her masturbation, "Sophie and I could fuck and eat you and Jill all week." Then, his hand shot forward and grabbed Heather's wrist, pulling her fingers out of her pussy. Heather hardly had time to protest, before he stuffed his tongue into hie niece's twat.

Heather instantly orgasmed in her uncle's mouth. She pulled her knees back and let out a muffled scream, as her vagina erupted with flavor and fervor. She felt the presence of the powerful male tongue deep in her hole, pushing hard into her, and her pussy squeezed that tongue and gushed with the wetness of her climax. Her breaths hurt as she gasped for air, riding through the powerful orgasm, being tongue-fucked expertly by her studly uncle.

Suddenly his body was on top of hers, she felt his hot breath on her chest, then his mouth and face were above hers. Below, his hard penis was rubbing her aching vagina. "Heather, you are so fucking hot," he panted, "I want you so badly."

"Fuck me!" blurted the horny niece, "fuck me, Uncle Jake! Fuck me now!"

She reached down to grab his hips, pulling him on top of her, and it happened so fast. His dick found her hole, she was so ready and spread, his fat cock po