When he returned early from his trip to the country, he went to his CO's office to report the incident. Unfortunately, his CO was not expecting him, or apparently anyone else back at that time of the day. When Steve walked into the tent that served as the field office of the Motor Pool, he saw a very strange sight. Kneeling on the floor of the tent was a naked Marine, her face in the naked crotch of the CO. The position of the kneeling woman was apparently not voluntary, as in one of the CO's hands was a loaded and cocked .45 Colt pistol and the other was firmly gripping the woman's hair. The pistol was jammed into the ear of the kneeling woman and she was openly weeping.
All of this Steve took in within the first millisecond of walking through the tent flap into the office. Had he not recognized the kneeling woman, he might actually have gotten away without notice, but as the woman with her face in the crotch of the CO was his long-time girlfriend, he gasped involuntarily. What was Maggie doing?
Maggie O'Shea was one of those anomalies in the service. She was, in truth, a fucking babe. No one knew what the Hell she was doing in the Marines, but there was no doubt she had earned her way in. Bullies might have tested or teased her once, but never twice. After two broken fingers — not hers — and a couple of cracked ribs, word quickly spread to leave Maggie alone.
She showed up one day with a new tattoo, her only one, after a 3-day pass. The tattoo read "I love Steve's 10-inch cock" and was the result of a lost bet. It was a long story, but a fairly predictable one after the two Marines ran into each other when they were both on leave. Steve was one of the few fellow Marines what had always treated her right and fair. She invited him to join her for a drink, then another and so on. The talk quickly turned to sex and she drunkenly admitted she had never been satisfied by a man.
Steve, also drunker than reason, challenged her to a bet. Sober, neither remembered what would have happened if he had lost the bet, but needless to say, he didn't lose. He had managed to satisfy her that night and almost every free moment they could steal together since that night several months ago. The tattoo had been place along her lower back, but above her belt line so that it was clearly visible when the hot weather forced her to strip down to her sports bra or a crop top.
Now Steve saw that tattoo — his tattoo — on the woman kneeling on the floor of the CO's tent. When he gasped, the CO opened her eyes and saw him standing there. Her eyes had filled with hatred, not fear, and Steve had backed out of the tent. Shortly thereafter his CO had filed the false homosexuality charges, piling them on top of the false charges filed against him by the politician. She had never bothered to get or read his report of the incident.
When first the politician's story was discredited, the CO had stuck to her guns. When Maggie had finally learned what had happened, she filed a counter charge against the forced rape by the CO. Alone, it probably wouldn't have made a difference but the JAG officer assigned to the case, a non-descript mousey woman, eventually took into account the other 30 voluntary statements by other raped Marines. Of course, her first-hand experience with the allegedly gay man's cock and his ability to use it to best effect, gained during the extensive interviews with him probably didn't hurt, either.
The CO was arrested and sent to Leavenworth for several years. Steve was discharged and given a disability pension to keep him quiet, which he would have done anyway without it, but he wasn't that stupid to turn down free money.
Even with the isolation and geographically enforced celibacy, Steve had never noticed his niece in a sexual way before on her prior visits. Hell, she was his niece - family, for Christ's sake! But shit, did he notice her now! Maybe it was her boiling hormones that let off a scent or something - or all that sticky stuff she was leaving on the sheets and every hard pointy surface around. He fucking noticed her hard young woman's body now, that's for fucking sure! He also noticed how her long blonde hair looked better in twin ponytails. It made her look younger and attraction to that disturbed him a little. Yeah, Maggie had kept her red hair in pig tails, but Nicki looked so damn young that way. He noticed that just a little makeup made her look much more grown up, outstanding, especially red lipstick. He began dreaming of those ruby lips stretched tight around his hard cock.
Now that he had noticed her, he began watching her whenever he could. Following her out of the house on the second day when she had disappeared, he had almost laughed aloud when he came upon her straddling a log in the woods. If she hadn't been screaming her orgasm to the wild, she would probably have heard him jacking off while watching her. He "arranged" for a tree of about the right size and the right height to fall in a convenient place closer to the cabin, one that also had a convenient view from his deer blind.
He also began placing convenient objects in her path, like the 'old' exercise bike in the basement. It had only taken a couple of minutes to weld the seat so that the horn of the sharply tapered seat was almost vertical and then to stack the boxes just the right way. She had spent several hours down there in the basement, humping herself through her shorts on that old bicycle seat, unaware of the front row seat he had arranged for himself.
As he watched her become acquainted with her sexuality, he learned several things. First, she never penetrated her cunt. He thought that was odd unless she really didn't know anything about how sex worked. However, knowing his sister and how uncaring she could be, that made sense. Second, he noticed it didn't take much to light her jets. She could cum faster than any woman or girl he had ever seen. Third, she got excited, really excited rubbing her cunt on something. But she also got just as excited when she rubbed her asshole - which she was doing more and more as she got more experienced doing that. It almost seemed she preferred it back there, when she could get at that tiny rosebud, like on the upright bicycle seat. Fourth, she began, finally, to notice his reactions to some of her actions. Like him staring at her in skimpy clothes or staring at her bare tits when she bent way over and poured his coffee. She had begun repeating the things that turned him on, actions or clothing that made his cock rise. Fifth, he noticed she didn't strip down to do it, except maybe at night. He didn't know about that. He had only listened at night, not peeked. Yet...
After that first night when she had scared the living shit out of him with her sudden screaming, ol' Uncle Steve began to listen at her door at night. He could hear the tell-tale bouncing bedsprings and the sloshing of a tight juicy quim being tormented with dainty fingers. He would let loose his throbbing cock and stoke it firmly, timing his cum with hers, as her high-pitched squeals, now muffled in her pillow, announced her oncoming climax. There were several new stains on the wall next to her door and a funny bleach-like smell in the hall. She never noticed, or, at least, never mentioned it if she did.
So the first week passed without any incident, other than to drive them both up the wall, especially Uncle Steve. That all changed when they started their normal summertime routine.
Every year Nicki would help her Uncle Steve as he chopped firewood for the older folks up and down the valley. When she had been a little girl, not much more than a toddler, she would pick up the scattered wood chips and pile them in neat stacks. Well, they were more or less neat. The stacks got progressively neater and larger as she got older. It had been her way of helping him, sort of carrying her weight.
As the years passed by, she had done other things when he was working, some of them actually productive. He always had something for her to do near him because he honestly enjoyed her company. She had a ready laugh and was always chatting about something or other. God knows, it was pretty quiet up there when it was just him. Besides, it kept her busy, gave her something to do, and he always knew where she was.
He hadn't been sure what he would have her do this year. Last year he had almost been ready to let her have her own tools towards the end of summer. She had grown lean and muscled. The couple of times he had let her handle a small axe or work with him on the saw, she could almost handle it. Almost. She would never have admitted it, but she was smart enough to let her Uncle Steve be the one to decide when she was ready. He could see the disappointment — and determination in her eyes when he had put the small axe back in the tool shed. He had been assuming that she would still be the same tiny person she was when she had left him 9 months ago and that she would still be using the hatchet. The 'little kids' tools, as she had called them.
All that had changed when he had seen her at the airport. With her added weight, Steve decided to let her take a more active adult role this year. He tried to convince himself that he had made his decision based solely on her increased physical size; she was taller, too, he reasoned. She had not just developed her physical attributes, she had grown, too. When he closed his eyes, though, he could just imagine her bra-less tits bouncing firmly in her tight shirts as she swung a light ax or used the two-man saw standing across from him. The images of her firm ass in her tight shorts flexing with each stoke kept him hard most of the night every night.
Nicki came outside for the first workday after cleaning up the breakfast dishes - he cooked, she cleaned up, as always. Steve handed her a pair of safety goggles, some new soft leather gloves in her size and the lightweight ax. He pointed silently to a stack of logs which had been drying all winter and were just waiting to be split. As she looked back at him, he smiled at her. A more experienced girl might have said he leered lecherously. Ok, Ok. The corners of his mouth were tilting upwards and several teeth showed. So you decide. What would you be doing in his shoes?
Nicki understood what he wanted her to do and she was thrilled. She didn't even notice his expression. Finally, she was getting to do the big people stuff. She attacked the pile with youthful vigor, never giving a thought to how sore her muscles were going to be from all this unaccustomed work. Nor did she give a thought to the erotic show she was putting on for him. As for Uncle Steve, it was everything he had imagined and then some.
She kept going and going, stroke after stroke, matching, or nearly matching his output. She didn't notice he seemed preoccupied and was not splitting as much wood as he usually did. She just wanted to make him proud of her, to show him she was grown up. In this case, that wasn't really the issue. She had already shown him she was grown up. By the end of the morning, she was hot, tired and sore.
Sweat covered her hard body, slicking down her loose blonde hair to her neck, plastering her shirt to her body. She blushed when she looked down and realized she could clearly see her stiffening nipples through the thin fabric. She shuddered as a soft breeze chilled them, making them poke up quite dramatically as they hardened. Looking up quickly, she saw Uncle Steve grinning at her as he watched her near naked body in the late morning sunlight. It was the first time she had caught him looking at her body, but he was too tired to care. Fuck it. She looked damn good.
She was embarrassed by his stare, but thrilled, too. Really thrilled. Excited by his bold gaze, she decided to push it and see what happened. Her gloves came off slowly as she pulled each finger up one by one and then took the glove off her hand. She didn't know it, but she was mimicking a standard strip teaser technique. Uncle Steve knew it, however, and his prick reacted accordingly. Nicki noticed that.
As she teased him, her eyes were glued to his crotch. As she shook out her sweaty hair, she reached into the back pocket of her tight shorts and took out a bright red scrunchy. She gathered her hair up into a ponytail to keep it off her neck and out of the way. She noticed his 'thing, ' his cock, jerking and swelling as she seductively posed for him. It thrilled her to think she could do that to him, to make a grown man that excited. Being naïve, she didn't know that by Spring, after a long, long winter, Uncle Steve was so horny, he would fuck a sleeping bear, and nearly had, one year.
From the reaction she saw in his cutoff shorts, Uncle Steve apparently liked it when she had her arms up and her hands behind her head. She kept her hands behind her head for longer than necessary, fussing with hair that didn't need to be fixed, teasing him mercilessly. When she turned around and wiggled her butt at him, she heard a groan escape from him. Teasing him even more, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. His face looked awful red and she gave him a happy, almost innocent smile.
Deciding to continue and to see what else he liked, she nudged her gloves off the log she had laid them on. She had to lean over the log with her butt towards Uncle Steve, then reach way over and get them. Which she did. Slowly. She even managed to drop them two or three times. That wasn't hard to do because her arms were so sore and she could barely reach them by stretching out on her tiptoes.
She knew her shorts were tight when she was standing up and that they would be even tighter now. What she didn't know was that the wetness from her sweat and her cunt juice made the fabric stick to her so that it formed to every curve. It was like a second skin, showing her slit and puffy lips, her ass crack and even the little dimple of her asshole. Uncle Steve was getting quite a show of her cute little camel toe and perfect ass. And he was enjoying it immensely.
He walked over to her as she was bent over the log, her feet just barely on the ground. He placed a leather-gloved hand in the small of her back, ostensibly to steady her, so she wouldn't fall. Actually, his hand firmly pinned her to the log. He tipped her slightly forward. With her feet now off the ground, she had no leverage and she hung there helplessly.
He moved in closely behind her and leaned over her back, pressing his own sweaty body against hers. It was the first overt sexual contact between them.
"Need some help, Nicki?" he teased her. He tilted his hips up and pressed his swollen cock up against her stretched ass cheeks. He knew he was pushing it, but after a week of solid teasing, he had reached his limit.
"N-n-n-no. I'm fine. I almost have them. But you can steady me, OK?" Her breathless voice caught as he punctuated her ass with his prick. Her ass wiggled invitingly back against his cock-swollen pants.
Steve stayed where he was as he watched her struggle to reach the gloves. He leaned in a little bit, pressing tighter against her ass. He reached down to hold her around the shoulder blades, thinking to hold her by the shoulders and dry-fuck against her fabulous butt. But just as he was reaching down, she finally got a firm hold of both of the gloves. She arched her back to raise herself up, the backs of her legs braced against the fronts of his legs. This had two effects. One, her ass flexed up against his crotch even harder, causing both of them to lose track of exactly what they were doing. Two, his gloved hands missed her shoulder blades and ended up slipping around her chest to grab firmly onto her tits.
"Oooooohhhh! Pull me up, Uncle Steve."
She loved the feel of his strong hands on her youthful boobs. The rough leather of his glove penetrated the fabric of her thin shirt, sending shock waves from her mauled nipples down to her crotch. To prolong those feelings, she locked his hands in place by bringing her arms down to her sides, trapping his hands between her arms and her body. She still was teasing him and didn't notice he was beyond teasing. When he didn't move to lift her up, she wiggled her butt impatiently and turned to look at him over her shoulder. She giggled when she saw him standing there with his eyes closed.
The "little girl" giggle did it. He went over the edge and with a vengeance. This was no longer a game to him. Too fucking bad if she was his fucking niece. His hands squeezed her firm tits suddenly, and she gasped as he twisted them back and forth, not enough to hurt, but he was not gentle. The rough leather of the gloves rubbed against her sensitive flesh and another stronger bolt of energy surged from them straight to her tight little slit. She bucked hard against the log, instinctively spreading her legs, forcing her sensitive clit hard against the rough bark while raising her ass back on the hard cock behind her. Her legs bent around his legs automatically. She locked her ankles around the backs of his thighs and urged him closer to her, as close as possible. She fell into the genetically inherent rhythms and ground her pussy into the log. Uncle Steve picked up on her erotic rhythm, squeezing her tits and humping his crotch against her ass in the age old beat.
After several minutes of frantic stimulation, a tremendous flash of lightning hit her brain, cunt, tits and ass at the same time. She screamed in wild orgasm, shaking in his cruel grasp, feeling electrified all over and oh, so good. Her first big girl climax with a man left her limp and nearly unconscious in his arms.
As she came to, she thought she was dreaming again, but this time the dreams were different. This time, the monsters were tickling her, one of them was brushing up against and actually poking a little ways into her cunt and another monster was nosing firmly into her asshole. But this dream felt different, too real in a way, almost like it wasn't a dream. Oh, God! Please don't let it be a dream. Please! It feels so good. Oh, please!
As she became more aware, Nicki realized she was still bent over something, but it wasn't the same log as she had been over before. What ever it was, it was narrower and closer to the ground. Still a little dazed and confused, she looked back at along her body and saw she was now lying lengthwise on one of the sawhorses Uncle Steve kept in the tool shed. Her legs were forced open as she straddled the back legs of the sawhorse, her knees hugging a leg each. Her feet were propped on the inside of the rear legs, forcing her ass to perk upwards. She realized she was wide open.
Her shirt had either dropped or been pulled so that it bunched around her neck, exposing her tender bosom for the first time to male eyes, one glorious naked tit on each side of the centerpiece of the sawhorse.
"Her bare tits were exposed and Uncle Steve was looking!" She felt another flood of moisture coat the inside of her thighs at that thought, and another when she realized she wanted him to look at them.
That flash of hot pink around her left ankle was her shorts. She remembered that she couldn't wear panties under those shorts. They were too tight. Oh my God! She was bent over a sawhorse, her naked butt sticking up in the air and her bare boobies bouncing with every breath. And she was loving it! She could feel the juice running down her legs from her cunny. And Uncle Steve — he must have put her here!
She thought back to those things in her dream, those things that were still poking at her privates. She looked back through her spread legs. And gasped! Uncle Steve had taken his shorts off, too! And his thingy was bigger than BIG, it was HUGE! It looked angry, it was so stiff and red. But there was the cutest little slit at the top of it with a delicious looking drop of fluid seeping out. It looked like a big, make that huge, lollipop. With a thick stick. She had a sudden urge - she wanted to touch it, kiss it even. He was on his knees behind her, and seemed to be leaning in again...
"AAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHH! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!"
"Welcome back to the living, Nicki. Did you have a nice nap?"
"Oh, Wow, Uncle Steve. I never felt anything like that before. And just now, what did you do?"
"You mean this?" as he leaned in again.
She spasmed hard, screaming and arching her back, lifting her body up off the centerboard of the sawhorse.
"Or this?" He did something else to her butthole she hadn't felt before, but felt possibly better that what he had just done to here virginal cunt. She screamed again.
"Oh, geez, Uncle Steve. The first one — or maybe the second. They were both nice. Better than nice. It felt fantastic." She paused, breathing heavily. "Uh, Uncle Steve, did we just do 'it'?"
"If you mean, did we just fuck, no, we didn't do 'it'." He leaned down to look her in the face. "You mean you don't know what 'it' is?" he asked her, somewhat incredulously.
"Well, er, uh, kind of, but, uh, well, not exactly. I know it takes a man and a woman and he puts his thingy in-"
"His WHAT?"
"His thingy. You know, there, that thing there." She pointed at his crotch with her delicate and trembling index finger.
"You mean this?" He reached down with one hand and grabbed his rampant cock. He shifted so that he could move the tip up and down the inside of her left leg.
"Oohhhhh, yesssss. That. That thing."
"That 'thingy' is my 'cock'. And this <kiss> is your 'pussy', or your <kiss, lick> 'cunt'. This little rosebud here <kiss, poke> is your 'asshole'."
Uncle Steve punctuated the short lesson in elementary sex education and the naming of each of her holes with a kiss and/or a probe with his tongue. She just lay across the sawhorse, shivering with each new and thrilling touch. He repeated the lessons several times, just incase either one of them was apt to forget, which they weren't. He continued his licking, kissing and probing with each lesson, listening to her gasps and groans.
The longer she didn't ask him to stop what he was doing, the bolder he got. What he was doing now was pretty damn intimate but he still wasn't sure how far he would or should go right now. What he was sure of was that sometime — sometime very soon - he would be fucking the brains out of his little niece. He also knew he was not just going to limit himself and his rod to her cunt and her mouth. Uncle Steve wanted Niece Nicki's ass. He was fixated on it. He was going to have it and soon. Maybe tonight? Maybe. Hell, probably.
"Cock. Cunt. Pussy. Asshole. Got it?"
"Oh, yeah. I've g-g-g-g-got it, Unce' Stev. Ooooooohhhh. Oh, Uncle Steve, your cock. Is it really hard? How does it fit up me? Oh God. I have so many questions."
"Shit, Nicki, don't they teach you city kids anything at school? I'll bet you've never even seen a cock before now, have you?"
"Huh-uh." She shook her head 'no'.
"Well, fucking shit. How're you supposed to practice being a good little cocksucker if you haven't ever seen any hard cocks? What's the matter with all those pussy-whipped little boys at your school? Hell, I had four girls blowing me everyday all the way from 6th grade. Well, we'll just have to give you all the practice you need this summer, OK? How 'bout that, huh?"
With that, he easily lifted her up and rearranged her on the sawhorse so that she was no longer lengthwise but was again leaning over, bent at the waist. He continued to tip her over, moving her head down underneath the sawhorse and towards his cock as he knelt behind her. She used her hands automatically to hold herself from going over too far and hitting her head on the dirt. As her head swung around, he grasped his cock with one hand and pointed it right at her mouth. His aim was good. As it got close, she opened her mouth, wide, then wider still. With an audible plop, it was in. And it kept coming!
Without her hands, she couldn't control the depth of his novel penetration. She gagged a couple of times as the blunt tip of it whacked into her tonsils. Then she relaxed her throat, swallowed and his persistent thrusting forced it down into her throat. Uncle Steve must have liked that a lot, because he yelled down the valley as he felt it sink deeper into her tight gullet. After he was done yelling and began moving it in and out real hard, he buried his face in her cunt and she didn't remember much after that. She thought she felt her asshole being stretched, as if he had poked two or three fingers in it — or maybe an axe handle or something. Mostly she just remembered his iron prick sliding in her mouth and throat. It suddenly got bigger and harder - if that was possible! — and then it jerked and she had to swallow some salty, fishy tasting stuff. And she had never felt so wonderful in all her short life.
After he helped her up, they decided to take the rest of the afternoon off. With the amount of work she had done this morning, Steve knew she was going to be worthless for the next couple of days — or more, maybe... But he thought he could find something to keep her mind off her aches and pains.
He had observed that Nicki had seemed pretty submissive and willing during the time she had been bent over the sawhorse and he decided to see how far she would go. It had surprised him a little and he wondered if she got that from her Mom. After all, her Mom had been one of the four cocksuckers that had serviced him everyday during high school. All he had had to do was snap his fingers and she would come running into his bedroom and force his entire length down her tight throat.
He took his niece into his arms and held her tight, her arms held captive between their bodies. She stood there meekly, looking up into his eyes, her gaze slightly unfocused. He kissed her forehead and then told her what he wanted her to do, how he wanted her to look and what to wear. He whispered into her ear, talking dirty, telling what he wanted to do her and she just moaned and shivered. He waited for some resistance, but saw none in her adoring eyes when he looked back into them. With a swat to her bare bottom, he sent her scampering back into the cabin.
He picked up the work area a bit, putting away the discarded tools, clothing, and gloves. He went into the cabin's living room and sat down in his overstuffed easy chair. After getting a cold beer from the cooler, he picked up the stack of mail from the Post Office that was still sitting there from last week's delivery. He hadn't bothered to read it yet, and figured he probably should. He sorted through it, liking the fact that there were never any bills. It was almost always just junkmail, but it helped keep him informed of what was available in the real world.
He had just discovered his sister's late letter when Nicki came down the stairs into the living room. He tried to remain cool and calm when he saw her, but it was impossible to keep his prick down. She saw him stiffen and giggled. That added to the effect and he gave up.
"Shit, Nicki, you look great! Just fucking great!"
"Really?"
"Really. You remind me of someone I once knew, a long time ago, when I was in the Corps. Someone very special to me."
This tickled her for some reason, and she down ran the remaining steps laughing and jumped into his arms. She had done her hair in twin ponytails, she was wearing bright red lipstick, a too-tight cutoff tee shirt and tiny thong panties.
Steve was in heaven. It was Maggie's favorite get up when she wanted to be fucked.
Nicki sat on his lap and let him touch her all over her nubile and throbbing body for a long time. Finally, she was squirming, her ass writhing directly on top of his iron prick. That reminded her of something.
"Uncle Steve? Can I practice some more?"
"Huh? Practice what?"
"You know, with your thing."
"My what?"
"Oh, yeah. Your cock. Can I practice sucking on your cock?"
"Is that all you want to do? Just suck on it?"
She blushed. "N-n-no." She took a deep breath and looked at him wistfully. "I don't know anything else to do, I mean, I've never done anything. But I want to learn about everything, and I want practice a lot so I am good at it, too."
"You want to do everything?"
"Uh-huh. Everything. Especially the stuff you like to do. I want you to have fun, too."
"Oh, well. OK, then. I guess you can practice. We'll do some of the other stuff later, maybe tonight. Something I really like, OK? You know, I've been thinking, you really do need the practice. I mean, you did OK this afternoon, for your first time, but you did have trouble getting it all in. It took some work on my part, you know. You should be able to open you mouth and just slide it on down, until my hairs tickle your nose. And, most importantly, if you want to be really good, you have to learn how to not use your hands while you suck on it."
"Really? Gee. Thanks, I mean. I really do want to be the best, uh, cocksucker I can be. Will you teach me how to make it special for you?" she added, smiling at him.
"I think I can manage that," he said. "Alright then, let's get you started. Stand up and turn around. My friend really liked this and it helped her learn to get all of me in her mouth." Of course, Uncle Steve forgot to mention that Maggie had only been able to swallow him after months of trying and gagging on his horsecock.
She turned around as he had asked. He took a short cord from the pocket of his cutoffs and looped it around her wrists that he had lightly pulled behind her. She held them there automatically, without question.
"Uncle Steve," she protested. "How am I supposed to use my hands if you tie them behind my back?"
"If you learn it this way first, it will be better later," he placated her fidgeting girl. "Believe me, if you want to be the best cocksucker, this is the way to learn."
With her still facing away from him, he took a longer cord and tied it tightly around her waist, leaving a long end hanging down in back. Reaching through her legs from the front, he grabbed the hanging cord and drew it up between her legs, hard into her cunt. He looped it over the waist belt in front, under her navel and then drew it back through her legs so that it was doubled over as it passed between her legs. Her face was flushed and she was gasping for air. She was feeling things she had never felt before and she just couldn't seem to catch her breath.
Being tied up scared her a little, but she felt safe with her Uncle Steven. Looking over her shoulder at his tented pants, Nicki decided that he obviously liked what he was doing to her. It felt exciting, too, making her little slit wet. She decided she would let him tie her up anytime he wanted. All the time, if that's what he liked. It was kind of funny, the way his hands were shaking from his excitement.
Uncle Steve tied off the loose end of the crotch rope to the rope that tied her wrists together. He pulled the crotch rope tight then he pulled it up tighter still. When she wiggled her hips to adjust it a little, the doubled crotch rope slipped between her cunt lips and rubbed right against her magic button. She just about fell over from the intense pleasure that rope caused with every small wiggle of her hips. When she flexed her arms, pulling up on the crotch rope, the feelings of pleasure were so intense that she sort of collapsed in a quivering heap at Uncle Steve's feet.
Uncle Steve helped her back up to her knees so that she was positioned between his spread legs. He unzipped his shorts for her and his prick sprang out, as hard as ever. He held it for her while she struggled to capture the swollen head between her painted red lips. Her eyes looked up at his for approval and he nodded his pleasure at her. She just held her head there, not knowing what to do. Gently, he took her head between his hands and showed her how to move her head up and down. He didn't force her down just yet in this position. He would let her learn a little technique first. He patiently instructed her how to move her tongue, how to suck and above all, no teeth.
Nicki was a good student and diligently practiced the elementary movements he had taught her. He leaned back in the chair as she bobbed slowly up and down his hard shaft. From her eager attempts, it appeared as if she was determined to get her nose tickled, even without him forcing her head down. Reaching over, he picked up the discarded letter. He read:
"Dear Steven.
"Derrick and I have a wonderful opportunity we just can't pass up. He got a promotion and a transfer to the European office of his company. I was able to get a posting in my company's European office and a promotion to go with it! We are so excited, both of us.
"I'm sure you can see what a tremendous opportunity this will be for us, but we'll be too busy with our new jobs to take care of Nicki. And she's old enough now that I'm sure you won't mind. It will only be for a couple of years,..."
He put aside the unfinished letter and looked down at the petite blonde head bobbing enthusiastically up and down between his thighs.
A couple of fucking years? Nah. He wouldn't fucking mind at all...