Ted Leonard: Captive niece

But Ben got to his feet abruptly and rasped, "I can't take any more, Diane."

That startled her. Her eyes darted to his big hard-on and she whispered, "You're not gonna shoot in your pants!"

"Any minute," Ben whispered in a hoarse voice. "You're sexier than you were last year. I can't take it."

He turned to leave and Diane rasped, "Later! Up in my room! After Aunt Sarah takes her nap!"

Ben nodded at her and went into the living room with his wife. He sat in his recliner and stared at the TV, even after Diane came in and lounged on the sofa. He kept his legs crossed over his relentless hard-on. His cock couldn't shrink. Not with his niece in the same room with him.

When it was time for Sarah's afternoon nap, she pushed herself to her feet, rubbed her aching back, and announced her intentions.

"I think I'll take a nap, too," Diane said. "It was a long trip." She went upstairs, and Sarah plodded to her room in the back of the house.

Ben waited five minutes, then got up and checked in on his wife. Sarah was snoring like a truck driver. Ben snuck away and climbed the steps slowly, carefully stepping over the stairs he knew would creak beneath his weight.

Diane was ready for her uncle's little visit to her bedroom. When he appeared in the doorway, she smiled at him. He stared hotly at his niece. She was stark naked on her comfy bed, her arms above her golden hair and her lovely legs wide open.

She didn't waste a minute. Her glistening blue eyes sought out the big bump in her uncle's pants, and she whispered anxiously, "Let me see your cock."

Ben stepped into the room and unzipped his fly. Diane wiggled around on the bed until her naked pussy was facing him. He drew his big wet prick out of his pants and gripped it in his fist. Diane admired its thickness and length as she slowly eased a finger into her soaked fuckhole. Then, as her lust-driven uncle whacked off, she fingerfucked her juicy cunt.

Her eyes grew dreamy. Her lips parted sensuously, and her breath quickened. Her tits rose up like live things, and her pink nipples spiked as she drilled her drenched finger in and out of her pussy.

Ben's eyes raped her cunt as it squirmed around between her hot legs. He groaned several times. His fist pumped faster and faster on his thick cock as his sexy niece grew obviously hotter and hotter.

Her cute ass writhed and twisted on the bed, and her pussy started humping as if she were getting fucked. Ben watched her little ass and furry pussy until his prick lurched in his fist. Then he pushed his hips forward, and his massive cock stuck straight up in the air for her to see.

"Ohhh," she moaned, staring at it. "Do it, Uncle Ben! Ohhh, shoot your cum all over the place!"

Diane never wanted to touch pricks, but she loved to watch them explode. It helped her to get her cookies. There was something wonderfully lewd about watching a big cock spit furiously. It made her pussy feel good as she fingerfucked it. She had trained her uncle in the past to let her watch his prick gush cum while she got off, too.

Ben's big hot balls climbed up against the thick base of his prick. He jacked his cock violently until he felt his cock-pipe stretch full of jism. Then he staggered forward and shot his load all over Diane's writhing body. The first blast was so vicious that it splashed against the underside of her right tit. He pumped his cock fast, and great globs of jism creamed her quivering belly.

"Uncle Ben!" Diane gasped. "No!"

She wanted to leap away from the onslaught of hot cum, but the feeling of his jism, so creamy against her skin, coupled with the sight of his gigantic prick and her wet finger fucking into her cunt, made her come violently and helplessly.

There was no stopping her ride to orgasmic bliss. Ben's cock spit savagely, and gobs of burning cum splashed against her thighs and pussy and hand.

"Ohhh, noooo," Diane whimpered as she came wetly. Ben chuckled lewdly and obscenely shot all of his fiery jism onto her writhing, twisting body.

When he finished coming, his dazed niece was still jerking and creaming. For the first time, Ben felt like he'd gotten the best of the lousy little cockteaser.

Diane didn't ride her orgasm to its completion. Anger and spite set in and cut off her good feelings. "You-you filthy bastard!" she gasped. "You dirty old man! Look what you've done! You rotten bastard! Get away! Get away with your ugly cock!"

Ben laughed with pleasure and satisfaction. He backed away from her – just in case she thought of kicking him in the balls – and said pointedly, "Someday, you're going to want to fuck this ugly old cock, Diane. But you'll have to beg for it."

"Never!" she cried.

"We'll see," Ben chuckled. "We'll see." He turned and left her alone to gasp for breath and to wonder what in hell he meant by that. She felt highly uncomfortable. She had never touched cum in her life. To have it oozing all over her body gave her the shivers.

She got off her bed and pranced quickly into the small bathroom. She jumped under the shower and bathed her body thoroughly. The steamy water washed away her hurt feelings as well as her uncle's jism. At the end, she arched her back and spread her legs and let the jets of stinging water shoot hard against her cunt and clit. She came juicily and happily as she squeezed and rubbed her aching tits.

As she dried her luscious body and admired it in the mirror, she thought again of her uncle. She knew she had to talk with him. How could he have done such a horrible thing to her? It wasn't like him at all. Last year had been so much fun for her. This year already felt disappointing. She didn't want her horny uncle getting any wild ideas at this stage of the game. She would have to talk to him and make him see the beauty of cock teasing.

Frustration was what Diane got, not satisfaction. She wanted very badly to talk to him, to get him back in line with her way of doing things. But he wouldn't give her the chance. He ignored her through dinner and, afterwards, he sat in front of the TV with his wife as if she weren't even there.

His sexy young niece sat on the sofa, secretly fuming. She wanted to curse him, humiliate him, degrade him. But all she could do was sit like a young lady and fume. When one hour became two, her bitterness and anger subsided. She began to worry. Was her uncle going to pass the whole evening without once lusting after her luscious body?

When three hours had passed, Diane felt defeated. Her uncle had won the waiting game. Hungry for his attention, she gave up the battle. She was no longer angry, no longer resentful. She wanted to be admired.

It was almost ten o'clock when Sarah got up and went to the bathroom. Diane couldn't wait for her to leave the room so she could talk to her uncle.

"Uncle Ben, why are you doing this to me?" When she received no answer, she sighed and said, "Oh, all right. I'm sorry. There I apologized. What's the matter with you? Won't you look at me? You know you like to. I'll show you my pussy real quick." Still getting no response, she sighed again. "Don't be mean to me, Uncle Ben. You've never been like this. Will you look at me if-if I let you touch my tits?"

Ben looked straight into her eyes. "Say please," he said, "and then I'll touch your tits."

Diane's mouth fell open. "What!" she gasped. "Me say please! I will not! You should ask me nice to touch them!"

"No," he said slowly and shifted his eyes back to the TV. "I'll wait. You'll beg."

Diane's pretty face reddened with sudden rage. "I never will! You-you – bastard! Suffer! I don't care!"

Ben laughed as the bathroom door opened, and his wife returned. Diane was out of her mind with fury now. Fury and astonishment and confusion. How could her uncle do this to her? Wasn't he aching to look at her tits and pussy? She even offered to let him touch her tits!