Ray Todd - The naughty nieces

Pam Winters – blonde, beautiful and eighteen, was nervously waiting in her bed for the arrival of her uncle. She'd seen the lust in his eyes at the dinner table, and she knew he would be visiting her room this evening as he'd been doing two or three times a month for the past four years.

Pam had only been eleven years old when she and her little ten-year-old sister, Heather, moved in with their aunt and uncle after the death of their parents in an automobile accident. Both Uncle Walter and his wife, Aunt Bertha, had been extremely kind and loving to the orphaned girls. The house was always filled with love and laughter until Bertha passed away two years later. From that time on there was never any gaiety left in the house as Uncle Walter just spent most of his time staring into space.

It was shortly after Pam had turned eighteen that her uncle came to her room late one night.

"Honey," he whispered, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Are you awake?"

"Yes, Uncle Walter," she smiled up at him as she turned on the bedside lamp.

"I just feel like talking," sighed her uncle. "I get so lonesome sometimes."

"I know that," whispered Pam, taking his hand.

"You're growing up so fast," said the man. "Just look at those little titties sprouting out on your chest."

Blushing, the youngster had glanced down at the firm young mounds pushing against the front of her nightie, her firm nipples deliciously outlined against the material.

"Have the boys started playing with them yet?" he asked.

"Oh, Uncle Walter," she blushed. "What a naughty thing to say. Of course they haven't. Why should they?"

"Don't worry, honey," he answered. "They'll soon be feeling you up. Boys love to play with girl's tits."

"But I won't let them," she giggled. "It sounds naughty."

"It is naughty," her uncle laughed. "But most girls like to have their boobs rubbed."

"Did you play with girl's tits when you were my age?" she suddenly asked.

"I sure did, honey."

"Was it fun?"

"Of course it was, child," he grinned. "D'ya want me to touch yours?"

"I guess so," she hesitated. "If you really want to."

Pam could still remember how her uncle's hand had shaken when he reached out and rubbed his finger against her nipple through the thin material of her nightie, and she could still remember the delicious tingle that raced down through her body.

"Oooooh, Uncle Walter," she had squealed. "That feels so neat!"

"Let's take your nightie off," her uncle had suggested.

"But Uncle Walter," she whispered as his fingers continued deliciously rubbing her nipples through the thin material. "It isn't nice to be naked in front of a man."

"But uncles are different," he'd answered. "It's perfectly all right to do it in front of me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, darling, I'm sure."

Quickly removing her nightie, Pam had lain back on the bed while the man began gently caressing her firm young boobs.

"Oh, Uncle Walter," she whimpered, writhing her cute little ass all over the bed. "That feels so neat, honey."

Aware that the youngster was almost out of her mind from the intense ecstasy she was feeling, the man moved one of his hands down and slipped the tip of his finger into her darling little cunt.

"Oooooh, Uncle Walter!" she squealed. "What are you doing?"

"Playing with your pussy, sweetheart," panted the man. "Just playing with your cute pussy. Does it feel good?"

"Heck, yes," whimpered Pam. "But that's awful naughty."

"But isn't it fun?" he argued, sliding the hooded cover back from her clitoris.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" she cried out, lurching wildly on the bed as he briskly rubbed her suddenly swollen cunt with his fingers.

"Do you want me to stop?" he teased, knowing what the answer would be.

"No! No, Uncle Walter!" she squealed. "Don't stop! It feels so good!"

"Do you want to make Uncle Walter feel good, too?" asked the man rubbing her little joy button a bit more vigorously.

"How?" she squealed, the intense ecstasy building and building in her trembling loins.

"Aunt Bertha used to play with my thing when I fingered her pussy," he explained. "Would you like to do it?"

"Sure," she panted, writhing wildly from the unbelievable joy she was feeling. "If you want me to."

Little Pam would never forget the shock she felt when she first saw him pull that big thick boner out of his pants. The girl had seen little baby boy's pricks, but she wasn't prepared for this big lusty cock her uncle was holding in his hand.

"Come on, baby," he whispered, taking Pam's small hand and wrapping her fingers around his meaty sausage. "Now rub it."

The girl would never forget the wild look in his eyes as he guided her hand up and down over his massive shaft. Having never seen a man's cock before, it was almost frightening to the youngster, yet she was thoroughly excited by it. She stared with a horrified fascination as her hand slid the skin back and forth over his big meaty pole. There was a fleshy hardness and hotness to his thick boner that almost drove her wild. Completely carried away by the excitement she was feeling, the youngster continued rapidly sliding the foreskin back and forth over her uncle's big throbbing cock.

Then suddenly, and without warning, her uncle let out a wild roar as big globs of white juice shot out of his prick and splattered all over her bed. With his cock still squirting, the man pushed his face between her thighs and started sucking and licking her hot little pussy. Pam would never forget how the intense ecstasy built and built in her young body until she exploded into her very first orgasm.

Later as the exhausted girl lay in her uncle's arms, he made her promise never to say a word about this to anyone.

"I promise," she whispered. "But I want you to play with my pussy again sometime!"

When her uncle returned to his own room that night, Pam had sudden feelings of guilt. Her uncle had told her it was okay to be naked with him, so why did he make her promise not to tell anyone about it. This gnawed at her conscience, and before she finally fell asleep, the youngster vowed that she'd never let her uncle touch her again. Regardless of what he'd said, Pam instinctively knew it was a naughty thing to do.

Two weeks later, the man had again come to her room late at night, this time completely naked and with a big hard-on thrusting up from between his legs.

"Hello, darling," he'd said sitting on the edge of the bed. "Would you like to play with my prick again?"

"No," she snapped, feeling a certain disgust for the man, thinking how depraved he must be. "Please get out of here."

"But, Pam," he argued, reaching out for one of her tits. "We had so much fun before."

"Maybe you did," she lied. "But I thought it was disgusting."

"You didn't act disgusted," he grinned, starting to rub her firm little tit through the thin material of her nightie.

Pam had been filled with repugnance when she saw the depraved man reaching for her breast, but the moment his fingers touched her nipple, a delicious warmth flooded through her little body.

"Oh, Uncle Walter," she whimpered, clutching his big bare cock. "Please finger my pussy while I make your cock shoot again."

Later that night when her uncle had returned to his room, Pam was again filled with disgust for herself as she stared at the gooey cum he'd squirted onto her tummy. She again vowed never to let the depraved man touch her.

From then on, the youngster was always filled with revulsion when her uncle came to her room, but it always melted away the moment he touched her flesh. Unable to control her own passions, she always thoroughly enjoyed jacking him off while he finger-fucked her, but was filled with contempt for herself when the man returned to his room.