Captive niece

CHAPTER ONE

The minute pretty Diane Adams saw her uncle, she knew he wanted to fuck her. She could see it in his hungry eyes. And when she stepped down from the train to hug and kiss her aunt, she saw the big cock bulge in her uncle's pants. That pleased her. A stiff hard-on on a boy or a man always told her she was pretty and sexy and desirable. A hard-on was vital to her, for she was a devout cockteaser.

Once satisfied that her uncle was truly hot for her body, Diane dismissed him with a smile and a hello.

"I'll put your bags in the truck," he said sourly. He hefted her luggage and carried it to his battered old pick-up truck.

Diane walked arm in arm with her aunt and cooed, "Thanks for letting me spend another summer with you."

"Oh, you don't have to thank us," her aunt said. "It's wonderful having you with us. Besides, you're a big help around the farm. I told you that last gear. It's so good to have someone help with the chores."

"Chores!" Diane laughed. "Maybe they're chores to you, but after the big city, it's fun to go after eggs in the hen house and milk in the barn. I've been looking forward to it!"

She climbed into the cab of the truck and sat between her aunt and uncle. She let her left leg fall against her uncle's, and she kept it pressed there as he drove. She knew the contact would excite his prick and make it even more rigid. She was an expert when it came to arousing, erecting and stiffening cocks.

She exchanged boring small talk with her aunt about her parents, school, the weather and her excitement about visiting the farm again. As she prattled on and on, entertaining her aunt, she entertained her uncle by shifting around a lot. Her firm hip bumped his. The side of her jutting tit touched his upper arm several times. She laughed and giggled and let her pretty naked legs fall open. She knew a hundred little tricks for torturing a man.

She twisted toward her uncle once, presumably to ooh-and-ah about some flowers she saw in a distant field, and the V of her neckline parted to reveal the firm slopes of her high, pointed tits. She smiled at her uncle as his eyes devoured her luscious tits. Then she turned back to her aunt, feeling good.

Her aunt expressed her feelings on the high cost of living, and Diane nodded her head now and then as if she were listening to every word. But she wasn't. She was gazing down at the long thick cock bulge clearly visible against her uncle's inner thigh. The sight of it made her feel scrumptious. Her uncle, she could see, was hung like a horse.

As a cockteaser, Diane's self-worth was measured by the number of pricks she raised. But there was another gauge she counted on. In her own selfish way she believed that the bigger the cock she made stiff, the prettier she was. Getting boys hard was easy for her. When she got a grown man stiff, she felt terrific.

So, to see her uncle's prick grow so immense made her feel great. His stiff cock verified her own opinion of herself: she was sexy, beautiful and irresistible. She loved it. It didn't matter to her at all that she might be causing her uncle untold pain and lust. That was his problem.

Ben Saunders was suffering pain and lust. His balls were aching, and his lust for his sexy niece knew no bounds. Diane was driving him crazy, but he'd expected that. She'd started cock teasing him several years ago. Before then, she had been pretty enough and even sexy, but she had not yet developed a love of cock teasing. Last summer had been pure hell. This summer worried him. Diane had grown some in all the right places.

Ben never could figure out what made the girl tick. He gave up trying. He just got used to her ways. After all, what other teenaged girl would want him to get a hard-on? What other girl would let an old geezer like him look at her openly? What other teenager would cocktease him with such obvious pleasure?

Actually, Ben had to accept Diane's cock teasing ways. God knew how badly he'd wanted to fuck the kid. But he learned fast that his erotic little niece wasn't after fucking. Cock teasing was her sex. She got off on it.

They arrived at the farmhouse in a cloud of dust, and Ben helped Diane down so he could look at her vibrant, jutting tits. Diane let him help her down for the same reason. In her mind, the longer she kept a man's prick hard, the better she was. Her uncle's whopping hard-on gave her a strong sense of well-being.

Inside the old house, Ben carried Diane's suitcases upstairs to her room. She followed with her aunt. Seeing the cozy attic room, she clapped her hands excitedly and exclaimed, "Oh, Aunt Sarah, the room looks precious! You fixed it up so nice!"

"We want you to be comfy," her aunt said, smiling with pride.

"Oh, I am!" Diane cooed. She ran her fingertips over the bedspread. Then she set her hands on the bed and jounced it a little.

"I forgot how nice this bed is," she said sweetly.

Her uncle's eyes burned into her curvy ass as she bent over like that, and he drooled to think how good it would feel to shove his massive cock up her cute cunt from the rear. He ached to mount her like a stallion mounts a mare.

But he knew he couldn't; knew he wouldn't. He didn't have what it took to rape a girl. He was afraid to force her or any woman. He always asked. Now if Diane ever said yes – well, that would be a different matter.

His mind filled with his year-old fantasies of a hot and horny Diane begging for his big cock. All of his fantasies were of Diane. Ever since she was a little girl. He suffered them continually, even when she was there in the flesh. For Diane teased, never pleased.

"Ben will help you unpack," her aunt said. "I'll go fix us a nice snack. Do you still like sardines?"

"Love 'em!" Diane said as if she were talking about big wet pricks, and she licked the tip of her cute pink tongue across her sensual upper lip. Ben's prick throbbed as he watched her do that.

Sarah left them alone, and Ben listened to her steps on the squeaky staircase. When he heard noises down in the kitchen, he shut the door and stared hotly at his smiling, posing niece.

"God, you're so fucking sexy!" he rasped. "Why, Uncle Ben," Diane laughed. "Such language!"

"You get me so Goddamned horny," he said thickly.

Diane's blue eyes brightened, and she giggled. "And I've only been here a few minutes."

Laughing lightly, she sat on the edge of the bed. Then, slowly and, seductively, she rested back on her elbows and let her uncle's eyes travel up and down her delicious figure.

"Am I still pretty?" she cooed. "You know you are," he said. "Prettier than last year?"

"I don't know," he said in a strained voice.

"Can't you tell?"

"No."

Diane smiled wickedly. She pulled her short dress way up on her firm, flat belly and opened her legs wide. She wasn't wearing panties.

"Now can you tell?" she asked.

"Jesus Christ," Ben groaned, and the pangs of lust tore through his guts. Diane's cunt was furry with puffy white lips. Her slit was pink and moist, and at the top of it, sandwiched between her luscious cunt-lips, her little clit peeked out.

"Do I still have the cutest pussy you ever saw?" Diane cooed. "That's what you said last year."

Ben's gaze danced over her mouth-watering pussy, and his prick pounded against his pants. Never had he seen such a delicious cunt. It looked so fuckable.

He gulped down some saliva and rasped, "Are you still a virgin?"

"Of course," Diane replied. She smiled sexily and slowly rubbed her pussy with one hand, then added, "It's my best part. I don't want some old wet cock hurting it."

"You little cockteaser," her uncle groaned.

Diane wasn't insulted. She was delighted. "Mmmm," she purred, "you say, the nicest things to a girl."

"How can you do this?" Ben asked painfully.

"I like it," Diane cooed, watching his prick jump in his pants.

"You're enough to drive a man out of his mind."

"Ewww, that's even nicer! Just for that, you get to see my tits, too."

She pulled the V of her dress wide and bared her jutting, pink-tipped tits.

"Like?" she asked.

Ben's eyes ran over her tits and cunt hotly. His balls were so tight against the base of his cock that he thought he'd shoot his load into his pants.

He gritted his teeth against his rising lust and said, "I'd like to fuck you silly."

Diane saw him move toward her. Her eyes widened, and her tits heaved. "Don't you dare!" she cried. "I'll scream, and Aunt Sarah will know! I'll tell all your neighbors! You'll get in a lot of trouble!"

Ben froze in his tracks. "Okay, okay!" he rasped. "Lower your voice for God's sake!"

"Well, you know I don't like to be touched," Diane said, pouting like a child. "You ought to be glad I let you look at me. Don't you like to look at my tits and pussy?"

"Oh, Christ," her uncle groaned. His tone of voice and sagging shoulders told Diane that she was safe. She relaxed. Her thighs untensed. Her tits rose and fell evenly with her breathing.

Feeling secure with her uncle once again, she slowly rubbed her downy cunt and gazed at his huge hard-on.

"Take your cock out," she whispered, sliding a fingertip up and down her wet cunt-slit.

Ben opened his pants and brought out his thick, soaked cock. He gripped it in his big fist and held it high for Diane's devouring eyes. Her finger moved faster on her pussy.

"Let's do what we did last year," she said softly. "I'll show you how a girl gets herself off if you let me watch you jerk off."

Ben watched her finger play over her little clit. He shook his head dolefully and asked, "How can you be satisfied with that?"

Diane's finger rubbed faster against her clit as she watched her uncle's fist pump his prick. "It's fun," she breathed hotly. "I like the way you come. Like a horse. I never saw anybody come like you do."

Ben was beside himself with desire for her. "A girl like you should be fucking," he rasped.

"No, no!" she panted, bumping her cunt against her rapidly moving hand. "I like it this way. Ohhh, your cock is so big, Uncle Ben! Ummm, just seeing it makes my pussy tingle! Ewwwmmmm, isn't this fun?"

Ben couldn't talk. Diane's thrusting tits and gyrating cunt had him tongue-tied.

"Diane?" his wife called from the foot of the steps. "Ben? Are you two coming?"

Diane burst into laughter and Ben shushed her. He opened the door a crack and yelled, "Yes, dear, be right down."

"We'll do it later," Diane said, getting to her feet. "Okay?" Her dress fell into place, concealing her wet little cunt, and she covered her tits.

Ben stepped back so as not to touch her as she swept by him. Diane's message was clear to him. Look, but don't touch!

Ben followed her down the stairs, a few steps behind her so he could relish the teasing twitch of her cute ass. He put his prick away and zipped up his pants. Diane turned at the foot of the stairs and gazed at his lap.

"Don't worry about losing it," she cooed. "I'll get your cock hard again."

She walked away, and Ben stood watching her ass and the swish of her long, soft hair as she entered the kitchen. Fucking bitch, he thought. His burning lust turned to burning anger. It was getting more difficult each year for him to appreciate his niece's cock teasing. In the beginning, she had been a delight, displaying her nubile tits and cherry cunt. But now, Ben felt like he could easily hate the girl for torturing him all this time.

"Where's Ben?" he heard his wife ask Diane.

"I'm here," he grumbled, and joined them at the table for a snack.

Diane and Sarah chit-chatted. Ben ate in silence, watching his niece eat her sandwich as if she had a mouthful of jism. Everything the girl did was sexy, designed to excite males. She was always on, like an actress, impressing and attracting. Her best performance was that of a cockteaser.

When snack time ended, Diane played her role to the hilt. "I'll get those," she cooed when her aunt started to gather up the dishes and cups.

"Nonsense," Sarah said. "You just got here."

"Oh, let me!" Diane cried. "I'll be crushed if you don't. Please. You go in and watch TV, and leave this to me."

She gave her aunt a gentle push toward the living room, and the old woman gave in. "Isn't she a darling?" she said to her husband.

"Darling," Ben muttered, eyeing Diane's jutting tits.

"Are you coming?" Sarah asked.

Ben wished she'd stop asking that question. "No," he said, still seated, the table hiding his hard-on. "I'll keep Diane company. You go ahead."

Sarah thought that was nice of her husband, and she went into the living room alone, and sat down in her favorite chair in front of the TV.

Diane smiled to herself when she heard her uncle's reply. It was what she'd expected. Why would he want to look at TV when he could look at her?

She was at the sink when she heard the TV go on. She turned and rested her cute ass against the sink and faced her ogling uncle. With him to keep an eye on his wife through the doorway, just like last year, she brazenly and wantonly hiked her dress up in front.

Holding it up around her slim waist, she placed her pretty legs in a wide, upside-down V and exhibited her furry little cunt.

Loving her uncle's agonized pleasure, she winked at him and teased her naked pussy with her fingertips to excite him. It was not enough for her that a man looked at her; he had to be excited, aroused, lusting and stiff-cocked.

To achieve her goal, she squirmed her cunt at him and invited him to lust after it. Ben did, and when his prick was giant and throbbing wildly in his pants, he obeyed her silent wish and moved so she could see it. She loved to watch a big cock jump and jerk for her.

Ben leaned back in his chair and let his legs fall open so his niece could admire his pounding hard-on. She enjoyed it so much that she dragged a chair over and set one foot on it. Arching her back over the edge of the sink, she reached down and parted her pussy-lips with her naughty fingers.

Ben's eyes riveted on the pink, wet inner flesh of her sweet cunt, and his prick grew violently active in his pants.

Having gotten the undivided male attention that she craved, Diane licked her lips sensuous and inched a long, slender finger into her juicy fuck-hole.

Ben's eyes grew wider and wider as she slowly pushed the full length of her finger up into her cunt. He choked to see that, happen. Diane was supposed to be cherry! How did she get her finger past her cherry?

His sudden confusion and puzzlement was written all over his face, and Diane got a big kick out of it. Her finger up her pussy had stunned him – and she loved it. She relished his state of turmoil.

When she had gotten all she could out of the poor man's confusion, she laughed and went over to him. Leaning down, she whispered into his ear, "I discovered bananas."

"Jesus!" Ben groaned, imagining Diane with a thick banana stuck up her cunt.

"Shhh!" she shushed him. She put her lips to his ear again and whispered, "I'm still cherry. I've never been fucked."

Squeezing as much pleasure as she could out of the situation, she panted hotly, "Wouldn't you like to be the first man to fuck me?"

"Diane…" Ben started to reach for her.

She leapt back, giggling, and rolled her eyes at him. "Naughty, naughty," she cooed teasingly. "It isn't nice for a dirty old man to touch a teenaged girl."

"You bitch," Ben groaned, his cock aching. "I love you, too, Uncle Ben," she laughed, and she hurried back to the sink to resume her cock teasing. She was thinking of bending over to show her uncle how she could now stick her finger in her asshole.

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.