Ben Stewart: Cockshy coed

"Don't scare me!" she begged, throwing her arms around him frantically.

"What's the matter, sugar?" he asked soothingly as he hugged her close, picking her up off the floor until their mouths were even.

"I felt so scared for a minute. It was so dark and all," she explained. "I almost forgot you were my uncle."

"No need for you to get scared, honey. Uncle Jim is gonna look after you good," he whispered in her ear. His mouth nuzzled into her neck and his hot breath blew through the curling tendrils of her hair.

Nancy felt her ear grow hot and ticklish. His breath and his words working their way inside made her shiver. Her body suddenly was alive to his slightest touch. She quivered as she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against the unplowed mound between her legs!

Bending his head slowly forward, her uncle caught Nancy's lips with his own. He pressed forward until they were locked tightly together. Then his tongue pushed out, and began to force its way between her lips.

Nancy struggled against the hot slippery thing trying to get into her mouth. His strength was too great for her. Slowly she opened under his pressure. As his thick, tough tongue lashed down her throat Nancy felt her pussy lips being pulled apart. He had his hands under her ass, working his fingers across the naked skin at the edge of her shorts. Every time he squeezed, the valley running between her legs pulled open. Before she could protest, two fingers wiggled under the hem of her shorts. As they rubbed over the silky flesh between her ass and her cunt, Nancy began to moan low and deep. Sweet juice seeped out of her pussy until her panties were wet with it.

As their hot, spit-tilled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Nancy could feel eight inches of hot throbbing meat pressing against the soft, slippery lips of her cunt. She wondered how it would feel to have it pushing inside her body. Thinking about it made her want it. Through the red-hot haze tat was blurring her mind she remembered a threat from her mother. "If I catch you naming around with a man before you're eighteen, I'll throw you out! You don't know them like I do. Your father left me with you after I was fool enough to believe him. They all want one thing and don't care how they get it. Remember that, Nancy, and don't disobey me!"

"Stop, stop, stop it, please, Uncle Jim!" she cried, pushing him away.

He pulled his head up violently and stood stock still far a few seconds. When he felt her shaking with sobs he cradled her against his heaving chest. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked in a whisper.

"I can't do it! I promised Mama I wouldn't!" she wailed.

"Do what, baby? I'm just showing you what everybody else does on dates. Nothing wrong with that."

"But we're alone and it's dark and suppose Mama comes in?"

"She's at work, baby. All the doors are locked. Nobody can get in here. We're all by ourselves and nobody can hear us or see us," he whispered.

"But it makes me feel so funny," she gasped.

"What makes you feel funny?" he asked, rubbing the hard fullness of his cock back and forth against her tummy.

"The way you hold me and what you're doing now and all that kissing! I never did that before. It does things to me! It makes me want to do something. Something I don't know about. I'm scared!" She clung to him, her soft, perfumed body rippling under his touch.

"No need to be scared, honey. Uncle Jim will look after you. I'll show you what you want to do. I'll be your teacher," he said, picking her up and walking toward the living room. As they reached the sofa his mouth ate into hers again.

Nancy felt his tongue sliding back down her throat as if it were heading all the way down. She wanted it to keep going deeper and deeper until it worked through her stomach and got to the itch down low in her hot body. When his fingers began to work their way back under the hem of her shorts she tried to pull away. This time he didn't let her. His arms tightened as he knelt by the sofa, lay her on it and settled on top of her body. His weight pushed her deep into the sofa cushions. She couldn't move. Nancy felt as if she were floating with him, carrying him, sailing across the sky. His body was supported on the points of her tits while the rock-hard column of flesh between his legs kept jabbing into her belly and thighs. She couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth wide and sucking his tongue deeper inside. Her legs flew apart as he settled between them.

"Still feeling funny, honey?" he asked, tearing his mouth away from hers.

"Yes, oh yes!" she panted, running her arms over his neck and chest.

"Where?" he demanded, pulling his weight off her. "Is it all over or just one place in particular? Tell me. Tell me where you've got that feeling, honey!"

"Down there, way down, inside me!" she replied, ashamed, not knowing what to call the thing between her legs.

"Right here, baby? Is this the place?" he asked as his hand reached between her legs and cupped her tender pussy tightly.

"Oh, yes, there, there, all over, inside!" she moaned.

"That's your pussy, baby. Your sweet little pussy. Say it, say pussy!" he demanded.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned as his fingers worked greedily over the plump sensitive lips.

"Pussy! Say it. Say pussy, pussy, pussy!" he demanded, squeezing it tightly.

Nancy heard him but didn't want to say the word. She tried to push his hand away but his grip was too tight. He was milking the lips, working their slippery edges together. Creamy foam started dripping from between them. As she tried to get his hand off she heard the sound of her zipper.

"No!" she gasped, bucking frantically against his weight. He had her pinned down so she couldn't move. With an expert touch he got her zipper down and the button at the top undone.

Nancy felt his strong hard fingers reaching inside her shorts, slipping under her panties. She pushed her ass deep into the sofa to keep her shorts on. There was an experimental tug. The shorts held firm. She felt her uncle's fingers curl into a fist and then pull down quickly. Her shorts and panties ripped open. Her twat was naked! Then his hands worked between her legs and cupped it again.

"Pussy," he whispered, massaging it with sure, tight strokes.

Nancy felt her ass push up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her legs. She spread open, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, running with hot lava, bursting with slippery juice!

"That's your pussy, baby! Your sweet, hot pussy!" she heard her Uncle Jim repeat. "That hot, juicy snatch is all mine. I'm gonna show you what to do with it! That's good pussy, sweet pussy, and hot pussy! Say it! Say pussy! Say it!" he demanded again before shoving his tongue down her throat again.

Nancy felt him rub her pussy lips together. As the delicate flesh was rubbed and heated she began to kiss her uncle back. Her hands flew around his neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers. Their tongues licked around each other as spit bubbled out of their mouths and ran down her chin.

"PUSSY!" she heard the deep, masculine voice insisting in her ear, just as she felt a finger slide inside her tight hole.

"Oh! Pussy!" she gasped, "Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy!" she repeated over and over as she felt his finger slide in deeper and deeper.

"That's better," her uncle said, sliding his finger out and moving his hand up her bare belly. "Now that you know what to call it, I'm gonna show you something else. Up here, up high, right under my hand," he whispered as he pushed under her blouse and latched onto one tight-tipped mound. "Does that feel funny too, honey-baby?"

"Funny!" she moaned. "Hurts, tight, too tight!"

"Too tight, baby? Let Uncle Jim fix that!" He grabbed the cups of her bra in both hands and ripped them apart.

Nancy sat up in at the sound of her clothing being ripped away.