From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sexual Adventures In Close Love (Mf, inc)
Date: 2 Aug 1996 15:36:56 GMT

		   Sexual Adventures In Close Love
				  by
			     Geo. Sanders

	When Uncle Bud's niece Pamela begins partying more than
studying, her behavior threatens her chances of graduating from
college. Uncle Bud lends his helping hand to the situation, letting
her move into their house if she agrees to follow house rules.
Although his little niece Pammy changes her partying ways, she shows
Uncle Bud a few things about bending the rules when she stiffens his
old cock and then takes a ride on it as his wife Gladys remains
unaware. but...

				* * *

	When my youngest sister's daughter Pam began partying more
than studying, her behavior threatened her chances of graduating from
college. My sister had invested so much into Pam's college education,
she didn't want to see the time and effort lost to reckless behavior.
Having tried all she knew to do, she asked me and my wife if we'd take
Pam in and, hopefully, lay down the law to her about finishing her
schooling.

	We agreed to give it our best, and Pam moved into our spare
bedroom at the end of the hall. I knew we'd be taking on a lot by
doing this favor for my sister, but I never imagined just what would
develop. Pam followed all the rules we laid out to her, cut back her
partying to only Saturday nights, and showed rapid improvements in her
classes. By all appearances, my youngest niece was doing all she
should, following the rules and toeing the line.

	But actually, there was something she did that bent the rules
as far as they could go. You see, I was always the one to play the
heavy with her.

	When she first arrived, it was I who told her the conditions
she'd abide by while living under our roof.

	At any hint of infractions, I was the one to take her aside
and remind her of the rules. She always agreed, very cooperatively, to
live by our house rules, but she found other ways to let me know I
wasn't completely in charge. It seemed that every time my wife left
the house and we were there together, she would find some reason to
prance nonchalantly through the living room dressed in a short, black
kimono styled robe, or a big t shirt that ended high on her long
tanned thighs. It was easy to tell by the jiggle of her firm upturned
breasts that she wore no bra underneath. I could only guess at what
else was or wasn't there.

	At first I thought it was just coincidence.

	After a few more times I dismissed it as innocent behavior.
Still it continued. Sometimes bare footed, sometimes in a pair of one
of her many spike heeled pumps; she would make her way from her room,
down the long hall way to the living room, and into the kitchen for a
soda or a snack.

	Afterwards she walk back through with whatever she got from
the kitchen in her hand, usually acting as if I wasn't there. Now and
then she'd pause long enough to ask me what I was watching on
television, or when her aunt Gladys was getting back. I'd answer and
she'd go her way. From where my chair sat, I could readily see down
the long hallway to where her room was. Every time she left the
living room, she'd leisurely walk back down the hall to her room,
swishing her hips provocatively with each step. Although I did my
best to ignore it, her little displays would inevitably stir things
below my belt.

	"What are you becoming, a pervert or something?" I'd ask
myself under my breath when I caught myself following her swishing
backside with my eyes, "You can't let it get to you just forget it,"
I'd tell myself as she slipped into her room.

	Then I'd try to concentrate on the TV again. This little show
of hers kept up for a couple of months and although she still could
stiffen my rod at a hundred paces, I somehow convinced myself that I
had it pretty much under control. That was until one Sunday afternoon
when Gladys drove a friend of hers to the airport. The closest major
airport is a two and a half hour drive away. With the full drive
taking at least five hours, I knew it would be late evening before she
returned. I watched Gladys back her car out of the driveway and head
down the street, before I went into the house to settle into my chair
with a cold drink. I picked up the remote control and flicked the TV
on as I sipped my drink. I'd been sitting there for about ten minutes
when Beth came bouncing in through the front door. She carried a large
department store bag that took both of her hands to carry.

	As she walked into the living room I noticed that she was
wearing a short plaid skirt that reminded me of the kind required as
uniforms at many private girl's schools. She wore a white blouse, with
a thin necktie. It sort of reminded me what she used to wear as a
little girl going to parochial school. The only things that didn't
quite fit in with that image (besides her curving womanly shape) were
the white, four inch high heels she wore with white lacy anklets.

	"Oh, hi, Uncle Bud," she chirped as she stepped into the room.
She told me she'd been shopping with some friends and found some great
outfits. She set the bag down on the floor and turned to place her
purse on the couch, when the bag tipped over. All that was in it
spilled out across the floor; catching my eye in a big way. A shoe box
must have been on the top making the bag top heavy, because it was the
first thing to tumble out and open, revealing a pair of shiny, black
pumps with five inch spike heels and thin ankle straps.

	At best, they could be described as nasty. Beside the nasty
pumps lay a lacy red bra and panty set, a black leather skirt, and
several pairs of silky black stockings the kind that require garters
to be held in place. "Holy shit!" I said under my breath. I was
surprised, to say the least, at the things she'd purchased. She said
something about being so clumsy today, and leaned down to pick the
things up.

	When she leaned, she had her back towards me. Her little skirt
rose high up the back of her smooth tanned thighs as she returned the
sexy clothes to the bag. I sat admiring the way her calves and thighs
flexed as she bent over, her weight balanced on her toes, standing in
those white high heels.

	When Pam reached for the black pumps, the skirt crept even
higher, revealing briefly her firm, round ass cheeks, barely covered
by a thin, lacy white bikini panty. I could feel my penis begin to
swell and stiffen at the delectable glimpse.

	"That's your sister's daughter," I reminded myself, trying to
discreetly fold my hands across my lap and cover the growing lump
there, "Just cool down and ignore it," and I turned my eyes back to
the television show.

	When Pam finished, she picked up the bag and told me she was
going to put her things in her room. She strutted down the hall and
reemerged shortly. I kept my eyes on the TV, pretending to be absorbed
in the show, as she walked in her schoolgirl outfit and high, white
heels into the kitchen.

	When she came back into the room she was carrying a banana.

	"What are you watching, Uncle Bud," she asked as she stood
beside my chair looking at the TV?

	"Some detective movie," I answered, looking up at her. She was
peeling the banana very slowly; her fingers seemed to stroke the fruit
as she pulled each peel section down. I'd never seen food treated
quite like that; so erotically. The stirring in my trousers started
again. I quickly looked back to the television.

	"Do you remember," she asked innocently, "when I was much
younger and you used to come visit Mom and me right after she divorced
Dad?" I did remember. They were living in a small apartment on the
other side of town. The split was especially hard on her mother and
putting her through both emotionally and financially hard times until
the lengthy divorce proceedings were finalized.

	"Yes," I answered, thinking of how those twelves years past
seemed like another lifetime.

	"You were so kind to us Uncle Bud, helping us out, bringing us
nice things to eat when we were living on macaroni and cheese," she
continued, "you know, I always looked forward to seeing you. You'd
come in with your bag of goodies, set it on the table, then set me on
your lap and let me look through the bag." I looked up in time to see
her hold the banana up to her mouth and flick her tongue across the
tip, before taking a small, slow nip out of it with her shiny white
teeth.

	"You know, Uncle," she went on, smiling at me, "I kinda miss
those times... " She stepped closer. I could smell her musky perfume.
"... you bringing goodies for us... " She reached down and took hold
of my wrists one at a time, moving each of my hands to the chair's
arms; then placing her hand on my shoulder. "... and I really miss
sitting on your lap, Uncle Bud," she said in a whispery voice. I
simply looked up at her from my seat as she turned her luscious
backside towards me and lowered herself leisurely into my lap.

	One hand went around my neck, the other still held the banana.
Although I'd earlier tucked my penis down my left pant leg when she
was out of the room, in hopes of keeping it out of sight should it
grow stiff again, her warm and firm bottom pressed against it, causing
it to harden, pushing upward as if straining to be nearer her. I
hoped she wouldn't feel the thing that would tell her her Uncle Bud
wasn't feeling very much like an uncle at that moment.

	"This is so o o nice! Let me watch TV from here Uncle just for
a little while. Please?" she pleaded.

	"Only," I began cautiously, "if you behave yourself. Now, sit
still so I can see this show." She sat quietly for about half a
minute, before beginning to squirm a little, as if trying to get
comfortable.

	Then she began talking again.

	"You now what else I remember? All the nice things in those
bags. Remember, Uncle Bud? Do you know what I liked best?" she looked
into my eyes as she asked. I shook my head no. "Well," she well on in
a half whisper, "I liked it best... " She wiggled a bit more. "...
when you brought me... " She paused, as her pink tongue darted around
her lips, then said, "... a big, long, sweet banana." Saying that she
held the banana up to her mouth again.

	As she held my gaze with her big green eyes, she opened her
mouth, and with deliberate slowness, slid the banana between her red
lips. Her full lips closed around the banana and her cheeks moved in,
as if she were sucking on it.

	Then, still looking into my face, she pulled the long fruit
partway out, opened her lips, and ran her tongue around the end before
easing her teeth into it and biting off a little. "I I think y you
better get up now, P Pam," I sputtered, making a half hearted attempt
to move. One of my arms were pinned to the chair beneath her long
smooth legs. The other simply remained on the chair's other arm.

	"But Uncle Bud," she smiled, "I'm just getting comfortable,"
as she wiggled her ass against my lap bone. Through my slacks and her
skirt, I could feel the heat radiating from her young quim as it
pouted out from between her legs and pressed on my thigh.

	"Well then, sit still," I told her, sternly as I could under
the circumstances. She stopped wiggling long enough to slip the banana
back into her wet mouth, pumping it in and out slightly before taking
another bite. Swallowing, she started moving her ass again.

	"I told you to sit still," I demanded, watching her school
girl skirt slide higher up her smooth thighs with each movement of her
hips and ass.

	"I can't Uncle Bud," she pouted, her movements becoming slower
and in a circular motion, "I've got this itch... and I need it
scratched... I need it scratched real bad or I'll just go crazy!" By
then her little skirt was just inches below her crotch. It slid still
higher with her continuing teasing gyration. I couldn't take my eyes
from it as it promised to show her panty covered bush.

	"Does Uncle Bud like what he sees," Pam asked in that pouty
voice, "Maybe he'd like to see more... maybe he'd scratch his little
niece's itch." She dropped the banana on the floor, then reaching down
to the skirt's edge, lifted it. There, to my amazement and delight,
was her bare pussy she'd taken off her panties when she went to her
bedroom! Continuing to hold her skirt up as I stared at her lovely,
neatly trimmed bush, she swung her legs around. She placed her knees
on either side of my thighs, straddling me in the chair.

	Then, hunching up to the bulge in my pants, she began to rub
her bare cunt against my aching, trouser covered hard on. Yes, this
was my niece but I was beyond caring. She was first and foremost a hot
pantyless young woman rubbing my prick with her wet cunt. The thought
of her being my youngest niece only made me want her more, now. I
grabbed both her ass cheeks with my hands and squeezed greedily,
moving her closer to me. She leaned forward, pressing her open,
banana flavored mouth against mine; her eager tongue wrapping around
mine.

	When I felt that I might blast my load in my pants, I pushed
her back and held her hips. Without a blink, she reached down, and
with nimble fingers, loosed my prick from my fly.

	"Oh, Uncle Bud," she panted, "this is the better than any
banana you've over given me. I've been needing for a long time," as
she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and squeezed, "it'll reach my
itch just fine." I raised my ass from the chair and pushed my pants
down as far as I could. She reached for the lever on the side of the
chair and pushed it to recline. I lay back as she hovered above me,
stilling holding her skirt up high.

	Then, pressing my cock flat against my belly, she sat on it,
sliding back and forth with the shaft between her hot open pussy lips.
The bulbous underside of my prickhead rubbed against her erect clit,
and she moaned with each motion she made.

	Once again, I placed my hands on her firm asscheeks kneading
them with my big fingers as she moved, thrilling us both with each
stroke. Her movements would speed up, then she'd stop, letting the
sensation subside slightly before starting again, slow and easy.

	After a time, she gripped the chair's arms, pushed herself up,
and placed her high heeled feet where her knees were. Crouching now,
above me, she took hold of my stiff cock, dripping with her pussy
juices, and touched the head to her swollen cunt lips. She rubbed it
around the lips first, then rubbed it just inside the opening. I lay
back, relishing the feeling, as she, with eyes shut and mouth opened,
lowered herself in one quick motion, onto my meat pole. She took me
in, clear up to my swollen balls. I felt her pussy muscles expertly
clench and relax around my cock several times before she began riding
me.

	"I'm fucking Pamela... my own niece! Oh, God," my mind
yelled, as I bucked up to meet her every downward thrust. I couldn't
stop I didn't want to stop. I felt like yelling and whispering crying
stop, then begging for more cumming deep inside her young hungry cunt
and fucking on forever. Starting in a small whimpering voice which
grew louder and stronger, she moaned with each stroke, "I need it o o
o oh I need it bad give it Uncle Bud give me your cock give it to me
good!" Her nasty talked encouraged me. I gripped her hips and pulled
her hard so that my cock pushed far up into her cunt with each thrust.
Her nasty talk inspired me to talk back. "Yeah, baby you like your
old uncle's stiff cock, don't you? Uh huh, you need your tight little
pussy filled with man cock your uncle's man cock! Bump it little
Pammy, ride it good!" With one hand I reached up and jerked her blouse
open. The buttons popped off in all directions and her pert, upturned
breasts spilled out. I squeezed each and pinched the nipples roughly,
still thrusting into her.

	Soon, with a high pitched moan, I felt her shudder and spasm
as she reached the peak and orgasmed, her cunt moving with milking
motions around my cock. The sensation was too much, and within seconds
I too was cumming shooting copious loads of ball cream deep into her
swallowing snatch.

	When it was over, Pam grinned at me and curled up on my arms.
We sat that way for a long time without speaking before putting
ourselves aright.

	Then, slipping away from me, she said, she wanted it everyday.
Our next encounter happened the very next afternoon. This time Gladys
was home, in the kitchen baking pies. Pam came in wearing the leather
skirt, a short tight red t shirt, a pair of black, sheer stockings and
the stiletto heeled pumps she bought the day before. I saw her coming
from up the hall, taking mincing, sexy steps as she approached. She
said nothing until she climbed into my lap sidesaddle and whispered in
my ear.

	"Pammy has got that itch again, Uncle Bud. Scratch it use your
fingers." With one arm around her waist and a wary eye on the door, I
slid my other hand up the inside of her lovely thigh, under her tight
leather skirt. She tugged up on her skirt and opened her legs as far
as the skirt would allow her. My hand rubbed and caressed her leg
through the silky stockings, moving higher until I could feel the soft
flesh along her thigh. I moved farther and higher until I reached her
love nest. No panties, again! My finger softly probed into her furry
triangle, spreading the already juicy lips and stroking the hard
little clit. Oh, I scratched her itch I scratched it real good. She
leaned her face into my neck and took little playful nips of my skin
with her teeth.

	As I slid two fingers into the pussy, she poked her flicking
tongue into my ear. With fingers far in her juicy quim and my thumb
working her clit, I made her squirm hard in my lap as she came. The
risk, added to an already forbidden pleasure, made me want more. I
whispered for her to kneel on the arms of the chair. She positioned
her sexily shod legs on each arm and kneeled above me. I told her to
pull her skirt up higher, as I scooted lower into the chair.

	When my face was directly below her gaping pussy. I raised up
and began sucking and licking her young cunt. Pam's labia was suffused
with passion as I licked and lapped.

	Then, feeling even bolder and more daring, I unfastened my
pants and pulled them around my knees as I slid out from beneath her.
I stood behind her now, directing her to lean over the back of my
chair. I kneeled on the seat, spread the sweet pink lips with my
cockhead, and plunged my cock deep into my niece from behind.
"Oooooh, do me do me good," Pammy moaned as I pulled my stiff meat out
to the knob and then pushed it back in up to my balls. I heard Gladys
open the oven door. Pam gave a muffled gasp of delight as she began
twisting and humping, her pumping snatch met my every plunge with
heated excitement. With a hand on each of her hips, pulling her into
each thrust, I fucked my hot little niece lovingly, thrillingly, while
my wife worked in the kitchen.

	"Bud?" my wife called from where she was.

	"What is it, Gladys?" I promptly answered to keep her from
coming in search of me. Meanwhile, I didn't miss a single hot stroke
into young, nasty Pammy.

	"I hope you're not busy I need you to take out the garbage."
Just when I opened my mouth to tell her yes, Pam began moving and
wiggling her sweet ass in a quick, twitching circular motion. For
several moments I couldn't speak, the pleasure was so intense.

	"Did you hear me Bud? What are you doing in there?" She
called, sounding a bit irate.

	"I-I'm coming, d-dear!" I answered and it was no lie. I must
have shot both balls dry in those following spurts. Cum oozed from the
my niece's pussy even before I pulled out. Unwittingly, Gladys had
made my climax very powerful and intense. The next evening, Pam came
in late from her classes. Gladys and I were already seated eating
dinner when she arrived. She sat herself directly across from me at
the table, as she chatted about her day. Before long, as the dinner
conversation continued, I could feel her nylon covered foot working
its way up my pant leg, rubbing my leg above my socks. Every now and
then, she looked at me across the table and smiled innocently, as her
foot rubbed my leg.

	When she knew Gladys wasn't paying attention, she'd even pout
her red lips and blow a silent kiss, or run her wet tongue slowly from
corner to corner of her partially opened mouth. Needless to say, all
this teasing gave me an instant erection. I might be a sixty two year
old man, but my niece's tease could give a comatose man a hard on. Her
soft foot worked it way slowly up my leg, over my knee, and to my
thigh. Casually, she slid her chair closer to the table, so that she
could better reach me.

	Soon her foot had rubbed up the inside of my thigh to the
stiff pole inside my pants. She rubbed her talented toes and soft
arch across my the swollen cockhead. I could barely hold my fork, the
sensation was so intense. I felt her other foot move into my lap. Now
it was my turn to scoot my chair closer. All the while, the three of
us kept talking about how our days had gone. She alternated her feet
as she massaged my prick and rubbed my balls. About then, the
telephone rang. My wife, announcing that she was expecting a call,
rose from the table and stepped to the phone at the other side of the
room. She turned her back towards us and talked.

	At that moment Pam leaned towards me and whispered, "Take it
out Uncle Bud I want to feet it all hot and hard against my soft feet.
Do it unzip and take it out." I looked at my wife. She was absorbed in
the phone call. I looked down at the edge of the table cloth. It was
long, draping down well below the chairs.

	"Take it out I'm gonna' make you shoot so good," she breathed,
squeezing the head between her toes. I reached down with both hands.
With one I unzipped and with the other I reached in and pulled my hard
cock out. Before my hands were back on the table top, Pam's nyloned
feet were stroking my stiff tool beneath the table.

	When Gladys hung up the phone and turned back to us, Pam was
sitting, leaning forward on the table, with both hands around a glass
of wine. Her feet continued to work my dork.

	"So," Gladys said chipperly, "how are you two doing? Are you
finished yet?" Although Gladys was speaking about dinner, Pam spoke
up and answered, "Oh, not quite yet, Aunt Gladys." Feeling bold, I
added, "Just about just about."

	"Well," she said, smiling and turning towards the kitchen, "
I'll just go ahead and get the dessert. You better finish up before I
get back," she added as the door closed behind her.

	"Y-yes, d-dear," I mumbled, feeling the cum rise out of my
balls and erupt from my cock. I shot my pearly sperm across the
bottom of the table and out over Pam's talented feet. She squeezed the
head with those naughty toes of hers as I pumped my hips against her.

	When I finished pumping, Pam pulled her feet away.

	"You come to my room later tonight," she whispered as her hand
disappeared beneath the table. "I've got my own pie for you to eat,"
she said as she lifted her hand from below the table. It returned with
a gob of creamy white cum dripping from the two fingers. Just as
Gladys walked back into the room with the dessert, Pam lifted her
fingers to her lovely mouth and sucked my cum off. She smacked her
lips and winked at me.

	"You must have certainly enjoyed your meal," Gladys commented,
smiling to Pam as she set the pie down.

	"Oh, Aunt Gladys, it was delicious, just delicious!" I
couldn't wait to get my cock back into that hot little niece mine
again.

	But she had other plans. Later that evening, as Gladys lay
sleeping, I slipped into Pamela's room. She sat waiting, wearing a
black lace bustier, garters and black seamed stockings, and her nasty
black stiletto pumps with the ankle straps.

	When I walked in, the first thing she made me do was lay on my
back on the floor.

	Then, stepping over me, she stood above me with a foot on
either side of my head. Ever so slowly she lowered herself down, until
she was squatting over my face, her pussy lips swollen and wet inches
above my face.

	"Stick your tongue out, Uncle Bud," she directed, "Reach for
Pammy's pussy with your tongue and lick lick it real good." I did as
she told me, straining my head upward and stretching my tongue out as
far as it would go. The end touched the pink, hot lips and I began
lapping hungrily at her cunt. I pushed my tongue as far into her tight
little twat as I could, then slid up between the lips to the top,
where her erect love button stood up begging for attention. And I gave
it attention, licking lapping, and sucking.

	Soon she dropped down from her crouching position and onto her
knees. She lowered herself down onto my face, pressing her full weight
onto my mouth, chin, and nose. She began grinding her cunt into me,
pulling up long enough to let me lick her into a twitching thrust,
then pumping my face with her pussy again. There were moments when I
felt that I might suffocate beneath her sweet snatch and lovely ass,
she'd press down so hard and long, but just as I felt the panic
rising, she'd lift up and demand that I lick her clit more. This went
on for what felt like hours. All the while, my prick stood straight
up, throbbing from the sexy excitement of my niece riding my face
towards climax. The rhythm of her humping increased and I knew she was
nearing climax.

	Soon her fingers were twined through my hair, pulling my face
up hard into her cunt, as she growled to lick faster against her clit.

	When she spent, she bucked wildly atop my face, jerking my
head up and into each thrust she made. Needless to say, my face was
drenched with her juices.

	After she regained composure from her cum, she rose and sat on
the edge of her bed. She told me to kneel in front of her. I rolled
onto my stomach, rose to my hands and knees, and crawled to her.

	When I was in front of her, she told me she wanted to see me
jerk off and shoot onto her pretty black nyloned legs. I took hold of
my aching cock, wrapping my fingers around the shaft close to the
base.

	Then, licking my other hand to wet it, I started rubbing my
cockhead in a circular motion with my slicked up hand.

	As I worked my tool, churning the cream up in my bloated balls
in the process, she started talking dirty.

	"Did Uncle Bud like Pammy's little pie? Was it juicy enough
for my big stiff uncle?" I worked my cock, becoming even more thrilled
at her nasty speech. "That's it Uncle Bud show your little niece how
you wank yourself when I tease you. You like my legs, don't you Uncle
Bud? Would you like to shoot your cream on them?' "Well, you just go
ahead, Uncle. Shoot your pearl juice all over my long smooth legs."

	As she said those words I felt the cum rise.

	Soon I was about to blast my jizz in long white spurts across
her black nylon encased legs.

	But as my hand began to pump my prick faster, she poked her
foot over and stopped my hand, telling me to quite. She sat smiling,
my cock ached and throbbed as she told me to let go.

	When I did, she rose and told me to get up. I stumbled to my
feet, my cock still poking out, stiff and swollen.

	"I think I heard Aunt Gladys," she told me smiling slyly,
"You'd better go before she catches us." She stepped over and opened
the door.