In Her Uncle’s Hands...(closed for AndreaSubbie)

[AndreaSubbie]

This was more like it!

I smiled up at my favourite uncle, ok my only uncle, and let him take me in his arms and whirl me away across the floor.

"Thanks for rescuing me, Uncle Rick, I was getting a bit worried when I couldn't see you. Did you know the Dean tried to grab Gwen's ass? I was getting the impression he was about to try it on with me too! I mean, I wouldn't want him doing that!"

As we danced once again I pressed myself in close to better anticipate Uncle Rick's moves, trying to keep in sync with him even though I hadn't really a clue about what I was doing. Yes, dance lessons were going to become a priority. I was already hooked on being held close by a man, his hand low on my waist, body to body, feeling the heat of him through my incredibly thin dress. It was almost like my bare tummy was rubbing on his clothes. I loved it.

I loved too the wonderful things he said to me. I mean, what girl doesn't want to be called the prettiest in the room? Yeah, it may not be true, but it's just what I needed to hear.

"So Uncle Rick, we can have as many dances as you like; it's fun, and I want those dancing lessons. And the Internship. And anything else you wanna teach me. I just don't want to make Gwen jealous. You know she adores you and won't want me cutting in on your time together?"

I couldn't help thinking of ways to get Uncle Rick to myself. Maybe the Internship would be our time together, and I'd keep my distance at home? Was that being sneaky? Was it like kind of cheating on Gwen? On Aunt Ash? Did I care? If Uncle Rick was ok keeping things quiet and just between us, that was fine with me. But I couldn't tell him that. Not openly. Hopefully he'd just work it out for himself.

 

[Homerun2611]

I smiled at the idea of rescuing her, as in many ways it was the other way around. I leaned into her so no one else could hear. "I think you have it the other way around. I think there are several men, and even more boys who would love to switch places with me, but I would be bored to death if you weren't here, and now I couldn't be having a better time!"

I smiled and pulled her back into my arms, I relished how she willingly pressed her young body into mine and let me lead her in all sorts of intricate turns, and she never missed a beat. "Are you sure as many dances as I want? I may just keep you up all night. You are a natural, I can't wait for us to have time alone to really work on things. If you are as natural as being my assistant as you are at being my dance partner, I think we are going to be awfully good together, and also have a very good time!

We danced two more dances, the final one a nice slow one where I pulled her in even closer, "I have to say this is nice, you seem to fit here perfectly, don't you think? I am afraid I could get very used to this." However, the dance did end, and I was ready for a break. "I am not giving up my place, but would you mind if we got a drink and perhaps went out and got a breath of fresh air.? I really would like to know more about you, what you enjoy? And remember you still haven't answered me about that type of men you like?"

I was teasing a bit, but as we spent more time together I was intrigues, as I could not completely ignore my attraction. We went and got something to drink, I made it clear I would happily get Andrea whatever she wanted. We left the main ball room and went down a hall and turned to go outside on the veranda. It was one of my favorite spots at the school, overlooking the lush gardens of the school including a fern based maze and steps leading down into the gardens.

It was a cloudless, moon lit night with the sky filled with stars. The evening air was cool, mid 60's but pleasant, and as we walked out, I put my hand at her waist to guide her over to the rail. "Finally, it is nice to be out of there for a minute isn't it?" I pointed up to the stars showing her a few of the constellations i knew, Orion, Ursa Major and Minor, Cassiopeia, and you could also see Jupiter and Mars.

"I have always enjoyed the stars, and the night sky, contemplating if their are other planets with life and what we might learn in the future?" I turned to Andrea, "So, now that we are finally alone, I want to learn about you...and you can ask me anything too. I want to know your hopes and dreams, what you enjoy? Did you leave any broken hearts by coming to spend the summer with us...or is your heat still unpromised?" I smiled, "Okay, you don't have to tell me everything...but I do want you to feel safe talking to me. You can trust me and if you ever want me to not share something, all you need to do is ask. I am sure this summer, things will happen, and I will as you to keep things in confidence as well."

Stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her as we looked up into the night. "Are you cold, would you like my jacket?" I liked it out here with Andrea, and I really wasn't ready to go inside again to the party, just yet....

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Your jacket? Oh no thank you, Uncle Rick, just keep like this," and holding his wrists I placed his hands flat on my belly just below my tummy button. It felt so good to be held in strong arms, to feel manly hands on my body. The champagne he'd allowed me to have was already fizzing in my head as well as on my tongue, the empty glass forlorn on the rail nearby.

My minded drifted comfortably back over the last few minutes, moments that had changed the day completely. Pressing back into his warm torso, my ass nestled against him, my own arms draped over his, I gazed up at the same stars like I was seeing them afresh. What had he said to me? Something about he couldn't be having a better time, and several men, and even more boys envying him? That made me smile. I liked that. Which reminded me, why hadn't the Dean groped my ass? I was now feeling short-changed there, and wiggled my aforementioned ass deeper against Uncle Rick. With hindsight I would have liked the Dean to grope me.

To Uncle Rick I'd quickly confirmed, "oh yes, absolutely as many dances as you want," and been rewarded with the deliciously naighty suggestion of my uncle keeping me up all night, with lots of totally inappropriate ideas flooding my imagination. And what else had he said? Something about he couldn't wait to have me alone? And again wanting to know my taste in men. I decided to keep him guessing about that, but I was enjoying his line of thought.

"Hopes and dreams and broken hearts .. that could be a song," I replied a little whistfully. "And yes, you're right, I think we should keep everything just between the two of us. I'd love to have someone to talk to, confide in, to trust, who won't tell. But you have to promise not to judge me. To be open minded.

"Is that ok, Uncle Rick? If we keep everything between the two of us? No secrets? No judgement? You can teach me new things like dancing, and whatever? And as your Assistant we can be up all night as you hammer things out until you come to a satisfying conclusion, and I take your outpourings and .." I paused as I realised how close to line I was, and had to backtrack. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away."

I stopped talking, hoping Uncle Rick would dismiss the drunken ramblings of a teenager. Hoping he'd take them seriously. I wriggled back into him again, even harder.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had to wonder if it was the champagne talking or was this the real Andrea, and to be completely honest, I hoped it was both! She pulled my arms around her and my body couldn't help but react as she set my hands below her belly button, but given the size of my strong hands, it also caused my fingertips to press on each side of her mound.

As if that wasn't enough as she pulled me twice she gave a little wiggle as her firm, tight, sexy little bum pressed into my eager lower midsection. I'm sure it was a combination of many things, her soft voice, my hands on her tight, flat tummy with the magnetic allure of her mound and the treasure that lie beneath. I let my mind wander for a minute where it most assuredly should not have ventured. Imagining for far too long about my young nieces pussy? Was she shaven, trimmed or a full bush? That was bad enough, but what I really wondered was would I get the chance to find out, and if so how? How did she taste? Was she possibly wet or even damp right now? That was all it took to have my body respond in full, as once again I felt that tingle I so loved and knew my cock was quickly hardening to full length.

"Well, I do have the jacket if you need it, but I am more than happy to keep you warm, I like you here just like this!" I had offered to be her mentor and her confidant, she was like sugar, so soft and sweet, and my body just wanted to enjoy more. "We will get back to the dance floor shortly, and I think I am going to claim you all for myself, if you are sure you don't mind, but first I am enjoying claiming you here." I said with a chuckle, feeling my heart pounding stronger yet in my chest.

I tried to assuage my guilt as just being friendly, but holding her, I let my hands move slightly, overlapping a bit so that my lift hand was up a bit, and my right hand now lower was gently cupping her mound, and ever so gently pressing in. She had to feel me getting harder as she spoke of our relationship and her desire to have confidential and completely discreet. "Oh Andrea..." Part of me was dying to give her a pet name, something that would just be between us, but I wasn't sure how she might respond.

"....you will get to know me, I hope very well. But I do not judge, certainly not morally! To me, people need to do what makes them happy, hopefully they don't risk any real personal harm, but I never begrudge people for their desires or wants, we all have them, and as long as two people..." I laugh, "...or more than two people if that is what you enjoy, are consenting and wanting...than carpe diem...I say sieze the day, you only have one chance to experience all life has to offer, why not enjoy it fully!"

I wondered if she had any idea how teasing and arousing her words had been..."...you hammer things out until you come to a satisfying conclusion, and I take your outpourings and .." Jesus, that sounded amazing, I could not have put it better myself and I did not try. What an unexpected delight Andrea was.

I was almost laughing, but I stopped afraid I might frighten her, "...so yes, I won't judge, I promise, we can say or do anything and no one will ever need to know...and I hope I can rely on the same from you? I know some may not approve of all I do...but I promise I will never force you to do anything you are uncomfortable with...but I may suggest things that you have to consider whether or not it is something you really want to try...we will just have to see if those situations arise?"

I couldn't end the conversation here, my hands were now gripping her tummy and mound, lightly rubbing her through her thin dress as we swayed there in the cool night. I had felt her wiggle and my hardened cock was pointing up yet increasing running up along the crack of her bum. "But now that we have this understanding of no judging and complete discretion, you do have me most intrigued...tell me something Andrea...tell me something you probably wouldn't if we didn't have this understanding between us...something that you needed to be sure I would be open minded about if I knew?"

Our bodies were pressed together now, even though I was sure she had no idea what her little body was doing to me as she wiggled against my hard cock!

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Seize the day, carpe diem, I like that. Seizing and being seized, being Carped," I rambled, letting my relaxed state urge into saying what was on my mind, though I stopped short of saying I really did want to be seized.

Uncle Rick's hand had accidentally slipped south and was pressing the front of my tiny panties. I had to force myself not to rub against his fingers and dismiss the image of him bending me over the rail, flipping my tiny skirt up and ramming deep inside me after pulling my thong out the way. A shudder ran through me and I had to remind myself that this was my uncle! Maybe I should find the Dean and see if he was interested. Right now just being a second best to my cousin Gwen might be good enough.

Shaking my head to clear the totally inappropriate thoughts, I turned my head and smiled up at my uncle.

"Let's go back in." I wondered what little nugget I might share to demonstrate my trust and our secrecy. "Oh, and Uncle Rick, I'd like more champagne if you'll let me, and yes all our shared secrets are safe with me, all of them. And ... I really wanted the Dean to grope my ass, and .. twenty minutes after I go up to bed I'm gonna do that for myself. You can text me then if you decide you're ok with that kind of secret? And suggest anything you like."

Taking a breath to still the hammering in my chest and not wanting to look at my Uncle in case I'd already pushed our confidence too far, I took hold of his hand and turned to go back inside, to the dance floor. A differnt Hammering, a different Going Inside still rattling round my slightly befuddled but very content mind.

 

[Homerun2611]

I have to say, I was buoyed by her youthful reaction. My body was becoming incredibly attuned to every aspect of our interaction. My current focus was on the feel of the barely there material underneath her thin dress. My hands were sliding over panties, that were hardly there at all. My mind imagined my sliding up her dress, and her reaction as I ripped the barely there material from her young, nubile body. Then I remembered the hose, the damned dark hose, an unnecessary complication at best. When she came to work for me, I would encourage bare legs, tanned if she wanted, or at most stockings, silk, no more than thigh highs or with garters.

Not of course that I had any specific intent, but men like to know there is ready access, the nearness of easily enjoying her treasures. "Seized...carped?" Those were interesting words to pick up on, I would see if I couldn't get back to that. Did she realize how suggestive her idle chat was...I certainly did. It was natural that my hand slid lower, and now I was making small circles with my fingers over the fabric of her panties, beginning to make out the outline of the soft young lips of her pussy. I smiled at the prospect of her young camel toe.

This evening needed to progress, but where, I waited for her response to my question as I 'kept her warm'! However, it was hard to hide my disappointment at the next thing from her mouth. "You want to go back in, but..." Then she mentioned her desire for more champagne which made me smile, her desire to be groped which made my heart begin to race, and then...the mention of the Dean, which made me jealous and underappreciated. The man had nothing on me, he was a lackey at best, hell is boss would gladly suck my cock if I asked, I was on the Board of Regents, these men not only worked for me, but knew their very existences depended on my generosity. However, that wasn't all...I was a man, a proud man, younger and in all humility, better looking and certainly more successful than that fucking bastard of a Dean...my young niece was in my arms...how dare she be wanting another man!

"Is my company not enough?" I asked, it was part question, part challenge. "If you want us to share secrets, then we must also have discretion. Let me get you another drink, but it is not acceptable for me to allow that in public...yet here, in private, between us...well, we can do anything we like!...Wait here...." I turned thinking, there was much to process, but what I was not yet ready to do, was turn her over to another man. Particularly a man with the intentions of our learned Dean!

I came back with two drinks, a fresh flute of champagne for Andrea and a tumbler filled with three fingers of scotch for me. I handed her the flute and stepped closer clicking our glasses. "Here is too shared secrets...seizing and carped..." I ran my free hand back and around her waist, but this time I did not stop there, instead I slid my hand down and cupped her perfect bottom.

"So you want to be touched and groped...it is natural you have desires...it is okay...just like drinking though...perhaps it is best explored in private...with a man you can trust." I let my hand slightly squeeze, like you might a small grapefruit in the market testing ripeness. "May I? I don't want you to look elsewhere unless that is what you truly need...and, you mentioned something else...after you are alone in bed....do you often enjoy self exploration...would you enjoy having a guide or a partner in that endeavor?"

I knew I was her uncle, and this may not have been what she had in mind, or perhaps she had been afraid to ask. "Andrea...you asked me to have an open mind...do you have the same....would you like me to stop and take you inside...or perhaps I can give you everything the Dean can...and perhaps more....after all...this is all just between us?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

I looked up into my uncle's eyes, alone with him there in the gardens, sipping yet more champagne and nestling my ass into his warm strong hand.

I felt more than a little confused. I knew I was already drunk, but not incapable. My slightly fuzzy brain tried to think through what Uncle Rick was saying to me, and then remembered I was trying to get us both inside for another dance.

I drained the wine and put the glass down, my hands toying with the buttons on his shirt while I tried to explain myself.

"Um, Uncle Rick, I'm a bit inebr .. inbreeb .. drunk and I might be saying things I shouldn't but .. please can we really talk without secrets or worrying, and I promise to be open minded too and I didn't mean to upset you talking about the Dean but until just now he was the only man available to feel up my ass but actually yes it's nice your hand there and yes i love self exploring and do it every day and I was just thinking that when I do tonight we could chat on our phones while you're in bed with Aunt Ash and I'm in bed alone and yeah a guide while I'm doing it is what I want and um, I'm rambling, but I don't want to actually do anything tonight cos I'm drunk and I might regret it and we might get caught and I'm not presuming you'd be interested but I kinda hope you are and I don't mind being discreet like drinking but don't wanna be completely discreet and ... I'm getting tired."

I just ran out of steam, out if words. It seemed to me like Uncle Rick wanted to be my boyfriend which was kind of confusing and there was Gwen to think about and Aunt Ash.

"It's all very confusing. Can we talk about this tomorrow? Will you just hold me and dance with me and grope my ass?"

Looking up again into those nice eyes I wriggled my ass harder into my Uncle's experienced hand, hoping he'd understand I wasn't yet ready for anything else.

 

[Homerun2611]

I laughed as she explained that she was inebriated, she was a cute little drunk, but that had not been my intent. "I know you are honey..." I was about to pull my hand away from her bum, I had frankly been enjoying it a bit more than I originally intended, but it really was a sexy little ass.

Once Andrea started there was no stopping her, and my thoughts went from enjoying her playing with the buttons of my custom tailored shirt to trying to follow the whirling, high speed, ramblings of a drunken eighteen year old girl. As she spoke, I realized I should be backing off, "Danger Will Robinson..." blaring in my brain. Finally she stopped and I slid my hand away.

"Well you had a lot to say, I agree we should go back inside...." I can't help but chuckle and the hand that was just on her ass, I bring up and cradle her cheek as I look into her slightly glazed eyes, as I smile. "I'm glad my hand felt good on your ass, your ass felt very nice in my hand. As for discretion, there will be times, and if you would like to be shown off, that can certainly be arranged. However, at least for me, that night is not tonight. You are so tempting, but this is my daughter's school, and I have no intention to humiliate either her or my wife. So when we go inside I would love to dance with you, or I can arrange for the Dean to take my place and I am sure your ass will be on the menu."

I started to turn and put my arm around her, I wasn't completely sure how solid she was walking in her heels. We took a few steps and I smiled to myself as I remembered, leaning in and whispering, "I would love to be your guide...I think you also like the idea of my laying next to Ashely as we chat...I like that too. But if we do, I do expect you to follow whatever I ask...will that be a problem? And If I had a body like yours I would do it every day too, sometimes multiple times."

We were back in and I turned toward her, "So do I get another dance, or shall I recruit the Dean?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

I nodded my agreement to everything my uncle said and wrapped my arm round his waist, holding on as my legs reluctantly did their job of transporting me. I got steadier by the time we were inside.

"Oh no, Uncle Rick, I want to dance with you! You're so much nicer and sexier, but you won't be jealous if I like other men, will you?" I gazed up at his face, hoping he wasn't upset. Before he could answer I added, "and yes I do like all those things and promise to do anything you tell me, everything you tell me, specially if you're next to Aunt Ash when you tell me!"

A little shudder of delight ran through my body and I could start to feel my arousal building.

"That's what I meant about not judging, Uncle Rick. I get a lot of very naughty thoughts. But if they're too much, you have to tell me so I don't get told off?" I thought for a moment before we started another dance. "And you can touch my ass any time you like, wherever we are, whenever, would you like that? And maybe while we dance I can tell you more about how I explore myself and how often, and you can tell me if you ever do it too?"

Again I seemed to have exhausted my supply of words, and realised I was talking far too much. I consciously clamped my lips shut. I didn't want to bore Uncle Rick into dumping me just when i was discovering how much fun dancing was, and how sexy, I just wanted to press into his strong muscled body and feel his hands on me as he lead around the floor, and maybe think of other delights he might be offering.

 

[Homerun2611]

As we walked back into the main ballroom, I was wondering if there would be prying eyes from my wife or daughter wondering where I had made off to, or the whereabouts of their niece/cousin? Luckily Gwen was off at a table near the back sharing some last moments with her best friends in the class, and Ashe was leaning against the back bar, surrounded by three men who must have been grandfathers of the graduates. Still somewhat satisfied from our hard fuck earlier, she was obviously enjoying her opportunity, given the older audience, to play the younger sex kitten, flirting and remembering what life felt like as her daughter.

"Well, good, I would love to dance, but if we are going to enjoy this, follow me..." My hand still on the small of her back, riding quite a bit lower than before. I guided her away from where her aunt and niece were, to the far side of the dance floor, and as luck would have it, to an area where the lighting was a bit more dim and shadows partially covered the corner I had chosen. My back now facing the primary audience, I reached out taking her right in my left, but this time my hand still moved to her waist, but it did not stay, sliding down and cupping the left cheek of her ass, and pulling her into what, given our ongoing conversation, was now large and increasingly throbbing hardness!

The beneficiary of good genetics, my near 8 inch cock was pressed up against my belly, held in place by my athletic boxer briefs. I moaned slight as she was pressed close and my arousal was now trapped between us. As the music began to play, I thought it safe to continue our conversation as I bent my head to whisper in her ear. "Well, you certainly have been a surprise, but a pleasant one at that, there is so much more to you than I ever realized, such a sweet girl with such a deliciously dirty mind."

As we would swing, so the floor could see my hand, I would deftly slide it up, only to return to her firm bottom as we completed our turn, to massage and enjoy her young ass. "I like how your mind works, I have dirty thoughts myself. Can you feel my hardness against you? Do you like knowing how hard you have made your Uncle? Yes, I do self explore when I need to, although I prefer the female touch. When I do, I imagine nights like this, being with a beautiful woman, but going so much farther, either slipping away to enjoy her privately, or even performing right here, even sharing her with other men as she pleases us all, and we please her. I hope you really are open minded, as I certainly have desires I will willingly share with you, but I warn some may be dark? Do you have dark desires you want to share, I hope so!"

I paused to sense her reaction. She had asked an interesting question, did I mind her being attracted to other men, I knew I shouldn't but I was quickly finding myself quite possessive of my young nieces mind and body. "We can discuss other men another time, but your feelings are natural. You promised to tell me more about your explorations, and frequency? I am glad you like us enjoying this as I lie next to your aunt...can you imagine me hard there as you play...would you like me to cum for you while I lay next to her...will you cum for me....I like the thought of you cumming often to my words and suggestions? Would it shock you if I told you I fantasize of a women sliding into my room, my bed as I lay next to my wife and enjoying each other as she sleeps?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh Uncle Rick! No, it doesn't shock me. Surprise me, yes. Shock me, no. Please me? Oh very much indeed! I've so wanted to meet a man like you with wonderful dark dirty thoughts and wants. I want us to be utterly depraved together, I'd love for you to test my boundaries, of what I'm prepared to do, willing to do! Will you be my sexual mentor?

"Tonight I'm going to masturbate in bed while messaging you, and hopefully I'll orgasm for you thinking of your hard cock spunking just for me! And thinking of what you just suggested, your fantasy of us performing right here, you taking me in front of everyone, sharing me with other men who I satisfy and who in turn satisfy themselves in and on me!"

I kept up a quiet but persistent commentary through our erotic dance, even lifting the back of my dress so my uncle's hand could fondle my ass cheeks better every time he had me facing the room.

I continued, "I want to know all your darkest, dirtiest desires, and fulfil all the ones no other woman has ever done. My mind is totally open to every sexual thought you can imagine, Uncle Rick. So yeah, if I made you hard I'm so happy. It feels like a nice big one. You should know I play with my pussy every morning before getting up and before going to sleep and in the shower, at least three times every day. Tonight I'll play with it thinking of you and of being your Personal Fuck Assistant this summer."

Finally I lapsed into a contented silence, pressed firmly into my Uncle to sandwich his big cock between us, a cock I hoped to suck and fuck in the next few days if we could get away from Gwen and Aunt Ash.

 

[Homerun2611]

When your parents had asked you to come and stay with us, I had been led to believe you were some sort of naïve young girl, perhaps even a virgin. However, as you stand there and I listen to your proposition, there really is no other way to think of it, then if you are a virgin you are perhaps the most unique one, with the most vivid imagination, and erotic thrill seeker, I have ever met. And I like it.

I smile, "be careful what you wish for young lady, when you venture into the darkest recesses of a man's soul who knows what might emerge and reveal themselves?" Just in case she was more naive than I was beginning to suspect, I felt I owed my brother's daughter at least one more warning before taking on the challenge of totally and completely corrupting her...unless someone had beaten me to it? She did not back away.

She had given me her request and then raised her skirt to let me more easily and fully enjoy the ripe offering of her ass. "Sexual mentor....I can do that...but I think I may prefer Master." I let my fingers curl around, sliding down her crack until it gave way to the pouty lips of her young pussy. "So, I am intrigued, just how experienced are you my young student? Is what we discussed, my description of my fantasy, something we have shared, or something you have done? Remember, be honest, no judging...either way, I look forward to sharing, teaching, pushing boundaries and testing the depths of depravity as you suggested."

I laughed, "You know, you have given me a challenge without even knowing it...as much as I enjoy the thought of you touching yourself, a sight I plan to observe and enjoy myself, I plan to render that redundant...." I pressed my finger against the silky fabric of her panties and into her soft folds, "I hope to keep you cumming so often and so hard, when you are alone you will need to give that young pussy time to rest and restore for her next adventure."

I saw Gwen approaching on my next turn and knew our dancing was likely done for the night. It was my daughter's graduation after all. "Okay my Personal Fuck Assistant...our adventure begins tonight....shall we plan on 11:30, Aunt Ashe will likely be passed out by then...I will have my phone...I look forward to having you in my bed!"

With that, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and Gwen and the Dean were there to cut in...."I guess it is time to switch partners..."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

I let the Dean take me in hold and in his turn whirl me away across the floor back towards the better lit area.

He seemed a little less bold than before but maybe that was just my own impression from comparison with the sexually frank conversation I'd just been having with my uncle.

My uncle!

I was drunk, pissed, sozzled, but still on my feet, though the other end of me was up in the clouds on a flying carpet of very expensive bubbles that had loosened my tongue and released a torrent of the most apalling confessions and admissions.

Had I really said all those things or was I just imagining that the completely inappropriate thoughts had actually escaped my lips? Deep down I knew I'd actually said them, and those same lips curved in a satisfied smile while I considered the enthusiastic response from my uncle. It seemed our family relationship wasn't going to be a problem, and neither was the fact that he was married. Ok, so if he didn't care, neither did I.

Before we were interrupted I'd managex to tell him that his dance floor fantasy was something I'd never done but now was adding to my own little library of erotic desires, and also my very brief active sexual history. One real boyfriend from the year above in school last summer, a fumbling unsatisfying and messy first time, and an almost equally unsatisfying second time that resulted in us dumping each other.

Since then I'd relied on my fingers, though I told him that not being a virgin any more I wanted to try out sex toys, especially vibrators and huge penis shaped dildos.

With my thoughts so far away I'd forgotten who I was dancing with and allowed my feet to automatically follow the Dean's lead and my body to press into his without trying to limit the wandering of his right hand.

I couldn't help thinking about 11.30

 

[Homerun2611]

It was with great reluctance that I let my delicious little niece slip from my knowledgeable grip and be exchanged for my clearly jealous daughter. However, it was not Gwen on my mind at the moment, even though I would never say my daughter did not feel good in my arms. However, I wa a captalist at heart, and the richness of the opportunity that Andrea had so candidly put forth, had my mind whirring with the erotic and taboo possibilities.

I had enjoyed our dance, and the tightness that Andrea pressed her young tummy and mound into me as we danced. The friction of our movements on my cocked trapped tightly between us had sent electric shock after shock through my body. I wanted to cum, needed to cum, and the idea that 11:30 was still over an hour and a half away was painful.

However as I took my daughter into my arms, I felt her hot breath on my neck, as we went into hold. To my benefit, the music of a fox trot began, and so my hardness was not pressed into her like I had just enjoyed with Andrea. I could dance in my sleep, and so I whirled Gwen about the floor, people giving way to what were clearly two superior dancers. However, while my feet and body followed the choreographed script, my mind went back Andrea, her pretty face, her tight little body, and her still largely unused and certainly underappreciated cunt.

She had told me about her past, and it pleased me. She was still a relatively blank canvass whose only sketchings had been rendered by a hack. "I'm sorry it was not better..." I responded sympathetically, "...it truly is a shame that when a woman is young and at her most vibrant, she must largely attempt to be satisfied by boys, who while pleasantly hard, have no idea of how to please a woman, or actually themselves for that matter."

As I had spoken to Andrea I had allowed my hand to fully enjoy the ripe little mellon of her firm, young ass, enjoying every curve and crevice and attempting to read her bodies response and press on where I received the most resoundingly, positive feedback. "My sweet, and sexy girl, you are a marvelous instrument. Your own strumming has given you a glimpse of your potential, but you have never been truly played. I will play you, help you find chords and hit notes that you don't even know exist. But I like that you are a spectacular symphony that is yet to be composed...for I will be your lyracist, composer and conductor and the result will be spectacular."

However now, looking over Gwen's shoulder as I danced, I could see the Dean's roaming hands, he was a butcher where she needed a master chef. I found myself burning with jealousy at the thought that another painter might dare take his brush to my canvass. While I knew there would come a day where I might encourage other members to join our little orchestra, players we would move in and out, male and female alike, we had much early training to do, she needed to learn her scales and experience the thrill of performance...time would bring all good things in their order.

I could not bare not having any other fun with my new and highly willing playmate, so I decided to give her, her first request. She would find I would play many games similar to this, part of it a test of her level of compliance and submission. "Gwen, give Daddy a second would you, I think this may be urgent." I ushered Gwen to the side of the dance floor, and took out my phone, sending Andrea the following message. "Bring me your panties...when I know you are back I will go to the veranda where we were before...meet my their and have your present ready."

As I typed I saw that Gwen was eying me, and as I brought her back in hold, "Daddy...you are hard..." She actually blushed, "...is that for me?" I wasn't sure how to interpret her message, but I did not want to hurt her feelings. "Of course my dear, I am sorry, but I just couldn't help it, who else could it be?" I had played dumb, but over her shoulder I saw you pick up your phone. "I understand Daddy, a man like you has needs....maybe...." Thankfully the music started, a vienese waltz and I pulled her in and we were off again. Yes, a man did....his own little Personal Fuck Assistant!

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was just luck, really, me seeing the glow of a phone screen glaring out the open top of my small clutch bag, sitting abandoned on our dining table.

But it did give an excuse to leave the Dean's hands. He wasn't as much fun as I'd hoped. He had potential. He was full of lust and obviously wanted a teenager to fuck, but tonight it wasn't going to be me, and looking at how Gwen was holding onto Uncle Rick, it was unlikely the Dean would get her knickers off either.

As I read the text I had to smile. Hadn't I just thought 'knickers off?' Except I was still thinking in English. More properly it was 'panties off', or even 'get inside her panties', I'd have to ask Uncle Rick what the proper terminology was.

But now I had a problem. A logistical problem. How and where to drop my panties for Uncle Rick.

Obviously I could just go to the Ladies, but that was tame and predictable. I could take them off while on the dance floor, but that risked making a scene and embarrassing my hosts, and ruining Gwen's special day.

I decided to just sit back down, my lower half screened by the table linen, and rocking my hips slid my tiny black lace thong to my knees, and then ankles. There was something deliciously inappropriate about sitting at the formal table with my panties round my ankles, and I paused to enjoy the moment.

Sighing I bent over in the chair and gathered the damp scrap in my right hand, returning my phone to my bag. I decided that sending a reply might provoke suspicion and resisted the urge.

Once outside again I felt almost naked, the cool air unencumbered between my legs, the thin dress almost see through making my dark trimmed bush almost visible. But most people see what they expect to see, and would assume theat they were looking at the front of some panties. But if I was lucky enough to get another dance with Uncle Rick he'd know, and would have complete access to my ass and pussy. How exciting.

Clutching my underwear, naked beneath my dress, I waited obediently for Uncle Rick.

 

[Homerun2611]

I would be lying to say I didn't enjoy dancing with my daughter, she was a beautiful young woman and also an outstanding dancer, she could probably have pursued it professionally if she had the interest. I also realized I was not only not alone, but was in the vast, vast majority of men my age with daughters, who indulged in fantasies of being the man who could truly satisfy their little girls.

It is interesting how father's venture into that territory, as everyone is acutely aware of the incredibly taboo nature of their desires. It usually starts with one man making a comment about one of the daughters, often not knowing that father is once of the men in the group. And then the conversation evolves, or some might say, erodes into observations about each other's daughters, until one man breaks the ice by honestly remarking how hot his daughter is and how HARD it is to control their feelings and those dark desires.

And so it went as it was clear, between Gwen and I, that dark desires went both ways as she would not let my hard on go...figuratively speaking of course. "Daddy...what is it about me that made you hard...was it the way I look or the way we danced and felt in each other's arms?" I was trying to ignore, ideally change the topic, for as interesting as Gwen's train of thought might be, I had become laser focused on Andrea and how she might respond to my suggestion.

I saw what looked like a smile on her face as she read it, and then I hopefully expected that she might walk out, perhaps heading to the ladies room, or at least some dark corner of privacy. Instead, I watched as she made her way to our table. I was disappointed, she was defying me, or at least ignoring me, what had happened to the promises to do whatever I asked, the desire to push boundaries?

But then I watched more closely, and I could not help but smile to myself as I saw the mischievous look on her face. She was wiggling a bit, moving in her chair, and fuck I got so turned on. She had not seeked out shelter or privacy, she was shedding her panties, exactly as he had asked, and she had done it, discreetly, but nonetheless right there in front of everyone. She didn't look at me as she got up and headed out to the spot where we had begun this illicit journey.

Suddenly Gwen was back close, but her hand was not on my shoulder, but I felt her delicate grip as she caressed my length. "Gwen, what are you doing?" I whispered being careful not to create a scene. "I'm curious Daddy....God, you are so big! I've never...." At that I started to laugh. "TMI, my beautiful little girl, your Daddy doesn't want to hear about your lovers, even if I think you meant it as a compliment...." I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "I know you are curious...you aren't the only one..." I let that statement linger as her eyes suddenly looked up at me hopefully, "...but tonight is not the night to satisfy those curiousities is it princess?" It had been his pet name for years, and he used it now, even though this encounter was dripping with sexual undertones and energy.

"It is time for you to go spend time with your friends....have a good time tonight. I think your niece has had a bit too much to drink so your mother and I will make sure she gets back to the hotel. No need for you to watch out for her...you go have fun....but when you want...we can pick up this conversation in private." I watched her a second as she walked away and then saw my wife watching me, watch Gwen, she was shaking her head as if scolding a bad boy. She had no idea.

I spun on my heel and I was grinning from ear to ear as I saw Andrea alone on the veranda. I cocked my brow and let my eyes scan up and down her young body, her slightly transparent, thin dress. "I think you have something for me?" I was moving toward her. "You know I was watching you when you were at the table...that was quite a trick...but I wish I had a different view!" There was not a single part of me that wasn't dying to have her, but I loved this teasing, and I hoped she was enjoying it too.

Around the veranda deck was a three foot wall, with a one and a half fool ledge. It was perfect for what I had planned. "Andrea please step up on the ledge and then you can give me what I asked for....oh..." I didn't look around but I knew we were alone. "...and if you would...please lift your dress up....I would like to see if this has aroused you as much as it has me?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Hearing Uncle Rick's voice I turned to face him, trying hard not to grin with suppressed excitement, and started to extend my right hand clutching the moist warm fabric.

But no, he had another suggestion. Another instruction, I corrected myself. This was fun.

I moved backwards a little until I was leaning against the balustrade, then sat demurely on its wide surface, and knees together swung my feet up beside me, my right hand closed around my little gift and against the edge near my uncle. Balancing on my toes, not so easy in heels, I rose to full height as gracefully as I could, remembering long ago gymnastic lessons on the beam, and turned full circle nice and slow, wanting Uncle Rick to admire me, to enjoy me, to take pleasure from looking at me. Once I was facing him again I took hold of the short hem of my black dress, and turning my back feet apart watched my uncle over my left shoulder.

Making sure I had his complete attention and focusing exclusively on his face I lifted the skirt slowly, higher and higher, until it was up round my waist. Everything below was uncovered. Bare. Naked. Open to view. On display.

My heart was thudding, my mouth was dry, my pussy was wet. Dripping wet. Literally. I turned slowly again until I was facing him, the thin black cloth bunched in my left hand over my tummy button. Belly on show all the way down past my short dark tidy landing strip, lower to the clean shaved outer lips split open by the protruding slick inner labia that had dribbled arousal onto the insides of my thighs.

I hungered for the look of lust on his face, knowing this is what I wanted. To see men lust over me, want to fuck me. Hard. I knew why my boyfriend had been so disappointing. His fucking had been hesitant, unsure, without confidence, risk, excitement. Just shove the erect cock inside my cunt a few times and cum. He'd at least cum plenty of spunk, making a complete mess of my school skirt, but that was ok, in fact it was probably the only good bit. The second fuck had been similar but without the small amount of blood, and I now knew I should have sucked him off first so he could fuck me for more than 30 seconds before emptying his balls of so much thick jism into my pussy that his final thrust squished it out all over us both.

But now I had a man. Hopefully the first of many. Holding out my right hand to my uncle I offered him the present he wanted.

"Uncle Rick, I took off my panties for you, like you said. I'll do anything you tell me. No safe word."

 

[Homerun2611]

I saw her extend her hand, her offering to me. It was suddenly days of yore, the lady extending her scarf to her knight wanting to wear her affections into battle. Except this was not battle, quite the opposite, and the offering was drenched in the juices and fragrance of her most intimate femininity! I looked at her hand smiling, so far she had been a very good girl!

I saw her reaction to my next request and it was more than even I could have dreamed in my most wicked of fantasies. She spun with the grace of a ballerina and stood with the strength of a gymnast. And as I watched her nubile move with a strength, grace and flexibility that was truly awe inspiring, all I could think was, she is going to be a truly amazing fuck! Yet it was funny, I was dying to enjoy her, appreciate her, but I was not ready to fuck her. Oh I would, often and hard, I would use her body and deposit my cum often, but not tonight...we needed to build that expectation, and when we did, the first time needed to be truly profound!

However, as amazing as her physical prowess was, what was more arousing yet, was her attitude. It was as if my simple and obscene request had lifted the net off the butterfly. The weight of suppressed desires lifted, she was ready to spread her wings and let the admirers drink in the richness of her colors. She did a slow spin letting me enjoy every angle. I smiled, "Yes baby girl, you are even more spectacular than you realize! Now let me see...." It seemed her body was dripping with arousal, she enjoyed being on display, and my mind began imagining all the ways she and I might enjoy showing her off.

As the ballerina spun, I began to feel a sense of possessiveness that bordered on fanatical. I wanted to possess this young girl, take control of her sexual growth and satisfaction, and see if she would trust me to do so...even when and if she orgasmed!

Still turned away she raised the hem of her dress and teasingly looked back over her shoulder, seemingly feeding off the passion and reaction of her audience. She was exposing herself completely, yet to no one but the cool, dark night! If that was what she was looking for, I would delver in spades. If I were a german shepherd, my tail would have been wagging, my back rigidly straight as I stood on four sturdy paws, my neck up, my ears pert, my jaws open, tongue hanging out, and drool puddling the ground. But more than anything, my cock would have been hard, achingly hard, exactly as mine was now...aching to mount and own its bitch!

My eyes were filled with fire, my breathing heavy, and I smiled more, "Yes, I am hard, I want you more than I can remember wanting anything...I am hungry and pained, and you and only you are the relief to all!" I hoped that answer pleased her, and with that she turned back and my eyes fully took in her treasure. I love art, and beautiful things, but there is simply nothing I find more beautiful than the young, bare and fully exposed pussy of a gorgeous young woman, and Andrea's was beyond compare!

I instinctively began moving slowly toward her, wanting to enjoy an even closer view. "Uncle Rick, I took off my panties for you, like you said. I'll do anything you tell me. No safe word." I momentarily took my eyes off her pussy, my prize and looked into her eyes. "Pardon me, I was just taking you in...your pussy is beautiful, mouth watering and cock aching...your cunt is perfect!"
I
I took the thin, lacy fabric in my hand, and I brought the damp fabric to my nose and inhaled deeply. I inhaled like a sommelier who had opened a fine Bordeaux and had just spun it in it chalice, enjoying its legs and now fully experiencing the bouquet. I sighed enjoying the freshness and richness of her young musk. "Mmmm, the bouquet is terrific, could the taste possibly be as good?"

I moved closer yet, my face now only inches from her mound. "Anything?" I smiled, I knew there was some risk of being caught, and we were nearly done, but I could not stop here. "Then I need you to open up for me, you can use me to balance if you need, but I want you to slide your left thigh up over my shoulder, and open up for me. I love how wet your pussy is...how the nectar flows from your flower...but I don't think you have ever been enjoyed as you deserve, and as a bit of encouragement for our session tonight, I want to taste you...let me sample you, and give you a foreshadowing of the pleasure you will receive many times over as our relationship grows!

 

[AndreaSubbie]

I was getting all the approval I wanted, needed, and more. Uncle Rick's face as he looked at my lewd display of naked loins was the reward I craved.

He even sniffed my soiled panties and liked the scent of my horniness! I knew that this was going to be an amazing summer. What we were doing was bad, disgusting, shameful, perverted; far more so that I had honestly imagined could actually happen in real life. But if he was leading me to such appalling naughtiness this early, I had great hopes for the future. I just knew that this was merely the beginning of a great adventure, and Uncle Rick was the man to guide me through.

So yes. "Anything, anything at all."

I didn't quite know what he meant by 'open up' but followed his instruction about my leg. Placing my right hand on top of his head for balance, the left still holding up the front of my dress, I raised my left leg and with pointed toe rested the inside of my knee on his muscular right shoulder. Then I removed my hand from his head and slipped it to my belly, sliding over the highly sensitive skin through my dark bush until my first and second fingers were either side of my outer pussy lips. And I opened up.

Spreading my fingers I pulled the lips apart and the engorged labia between them, and I could feel the air exploring the inside of my vulva. The entrance to my vagina, my cunt, was now open to him. Would he penetrate me? Smell me? Finger fuck me right there on the veranda ballustrade with a crowd of people only metres away all ignorant of the sexual activity going on nearby?

I had no idea, but I loved that it didn't matter. All that mattered was him giving me a depraved instruction and me obeying, giving him pleasure and me a release that until today I hadn't understood. A release I now knew that I needed. A release that I was possibly going to become hooked on. And we hadn't even started fucking yet.

Would Uncle Rick fuck me tonight at 11.30? Was he going to make me wait? Would I have to crawl naked on hands and knees and beg him for a fuck? All sorts of delicious images flashed across my mind as I waited for another sign of his approval. I so wanted him to like my cunt.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was learning things about MY young Andrea, things that please me very much. Andrea was a pleaser, or so it seemed, and it was in seeing the pleasure she gave that her body gave the most visceral and aroused reaction. I had simply asked her to open up. And I was learning that less might be more with Andrea. For, at most, I had hoped she would, perhaps awkwardly, balance herself and open up her legs by sliding one, the left one, up and over my shoulder for me to then inspect, enjoy or otherwise do what I pleased with her young, wet pussy.

No, not my Andrea, again, she showed the muscle and body control of a finely tuned athlete, and the most satisfying of lovers, pointing her toe with the precision of a dancer and gracefully arching her leg up and then over my shoulder before gently bringing it down, finally resting it full, but still petite weight. Every aspect of her movement kept me captivated and enthralled, her young body was so petite, yet flexible and strong, and my muscles flexed at the thought of the contortions we might utilize to maximize our sexual pleasure.

I assumed that was it, it would now be my time to take control, but Andrea had not fully presented herself for me, like the perfect ingenue and sexual muse, she took her hand off my head, as she now had perfect balance, and she ran that hand down the body that I planned to traverse over and over. Deftly her fingers moved toward her mound, and over her bush. I knew from our earlier conversation her hands knew this journey well, but I hoped it felt new, better and satisfying in a way she didn't even understand to conduct her private ritual in front of my avid appreciation. "You pussy is beautiful..." I whispered in appreciation, giving acknowledgement but not wanting to halt her journey from its destination.

I did not, as I found myself staring, licking my lips as her finger positioned on each side of her soft lips, spread them, opened them and held herself open. I looked into her eyes, and smiled, for nothing could have been more beautiful, enticing or inviting. It was sexy, and yet, in her own way ferocious, as the cunt that was now on display was hungry, wanting and ready..."here I am..." It said, "...I want the best you can give me...and more...take me!" "My turn?" I confirmed as I felt a hunger that I knew from that moment on, only my young niece could satisfy.

I began by sliding my left palm up the outer side of her right thigh, while teasing the inner thigh of her left leg stretched out over my shoulder, with the back of my fingers as I slide my hand up and towards her spread fingers. "You are both a girl and a woman....I love it all. Closed you had a pretty pussy, the kind where I will have you sit on my lap as I work and pet it as I get my work done and you keep me at peace. But now, you open yourself and show me your incredible cunt. It is hungry and demands attention....I will tease your pussy, I will challenge and satisfy your cunt...I want it to be demanding, relentless and insatiable...to be fearless and know that I will demand its very best...every time!"

I was talking to Andrea but I was also talking directly to her sex, setting expectations, and a clear understanding that there were no limits of how I might use and enjoy what it might offer. I moved my hands further up, my left now at her ass, cupping it, supporting her but also pulling and arching her back into me. The other slid the rest of the way up her thigh, and using my thumb I started at the bottom of her opening and slowly slid it up the slick trail, until I finally reached her clit and slowly massaged it in small circles. Continuing to massage her clit I leaned in and let my lips reach hers. An open mouth kiss to her most feminine part, I inhaled deeply and then opened my lips and slid my tongue in, not too deep, but just enough to run my tongue up and lap as her honey rolled over my tongue.

"Mmmmm, delicious....I now have a new favorite treat....I plan to dine often." I licked her again and again, sliding my tongue deeper and deeper each time, yet not quite fucking her. Lastly, I moved my thumb and let my tongue enjoy her clit, flicking and swirling before finally closing my lips there to give it a gentle suck.

When I broke I sensed disappointment, although I had moved my hand so that with my palm facing my face I slid my two large, strong, middle fingers up inside of her. As I spoke I slowly thrusted giving her the first sensation of some part of me, fucking her, but my pace was slow and intentionally deliberate. "So...I guess this is the moment of truth...." I looked up into her eyes until she was staring back into mine. "If we are to do this...this pussy is mine....I will control how this cunt is satisfied, how often and when. For instance...I know you want to cum now...I do too...but we must learn control and the joy of denial so that when I do allow that release it is all the more fulfilling." I paused letting it sink in. "Andrea, are you ready to give me total control, only cumming when I give you permission...oh you can ask, even beg, do your best to convince me...but ultimaely it is my decision when...and if?"

I was so turned on, it was a struggle not to cum myself, and she wasn't even touching me...yet! "Actually, your whole body....will you give me control of all of it...would you like me to control how all of your holes are used sexually....I promise my only goal is to maximize your pleasure, but how exactly I do that....well you will see?" I slid my fingers out of her dripping vagina and trailed my wet fingers back down her pussy and up until I gently teased the tight, pink pucker of her asshole. Only a second and then I took it away. She was still standing there, her thigh over my shoulder, her fingers holding herself open.

"I know your cunt is so hungry...you are realizing as dirty as your thoughts and fantasies were, I will push you even farther....that is what you want isn't it Andrea....you said anything...well I want total control...of..." I reached up and touched your lips, and then your pussy, and finally your asshole, "...all of you?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes!" I whispered back, with an intensity that surprised me.

Was this what I wanted? Did I really want to be pushed further than any of my dirty thoughts had yet ventured?

Right now I was so horny I'd have said yes to anything my Uncle suggested as long as I got sex. The oral and finger fuck was an amazing prelude to even more satisfaction that I knew was right in front of me.

I was desperate for him to fuck me. Frankly, if he lined up all the male guests at the dinner dance to fuck me one by one I'd have said yes.

"Yes, Uncle Rick. Anything. Anything at all. Anything you can think of. For this summer, as long as I'm staying with you, you have me. You have my pussy, my ass hole, my mouth, my cunt, my hands, all my holes to use any way you say. You have all my cums, my orgasms, I'll take all the sperm you give me wherever you tell me, whenever. I'll wear what you say, wear nothing when you say. Only I need to cum right now. I need to fuck. I'm so horny I'll die if I don't fuck. please, Uncle Rick? Fuck me hard and let me cum?"

I was begging, I knew I was begging. It was undignified, wrong, shameful. But I really needed to cum. He had me so wound up that an orgasm was the only thing that mattered right now.

Hours later, up in my new bedroom at Uncle Rick and Aunt Ashley's house, I got ready for bed, unable to touch my poor hungry kitty because Uncle Rick wouldn't let me until I had his permission. And it wasn't yet 11.30.

That would be F-Hour. Fuck Hour. Or C-Hour, Cum Hour. Or S-Hour, Sex Hour.

I'd been in agony all evening while my pussy demanded my attention and I'd had to ignore her. I was frequently excusing myself so I could find a quiet corner and mop up the juices that were running down my thighs and threatening to dribble into sight beneath the short dress that was beginning to cling to my front from the damp. In the end I had to pretend to be even more drunk than I already was so I could sit the evening out until it was time to go home, and even then I had to be careful not to leave a stain behind.

So many thoughts whirled round my head as 11.30 approached, thoughts about every part of the evening, thoughts still muddled by the fizz of exotic bubbles that had me floating in a half make-beleive world where only the present mattered and the future was a jumble of orgasmic experiences that would release the tension inside me. I sat on my bed, wriggling my thighs and holding my phone in my hands as it read 11.29.

One more minute and Uncle Rick would fuck my brains out.

 

[Homerun2611]

She made it clear, I had her body on the edge of delirium, and in return she offered me anything, everything I wanted. She was mine this summer, to train, teach and enjoy. I kissed her young pubis again, letting my tongue play liberally in her folds before finally starting to fuck her with my tongue.

"So tell me Andrea, and always be honest...have you ever felt like this...has your pussy ever wanted as it wants now...has your body ever felt more alive?" She was begging to be fucked, begging to cum, and she was learning the joy of giving up control to a man, a man who knew what she needed even better than she did herself.

"Your body is teaching you, screaming to you, what it needs....it needs me...and what it craves is my cock...how good that would feel inside of you...how badly you want me to stretch you open and make you feel like a woman."

I stepped back. "Well this has been very good...such a nice beginning to our relationship...I can hardly wait for tonight to continue." I looked up at her...."I need to go say our goodbyes and get Aunt Ashe...why don't you pull yourself together, and join me back in the ballroom. Remember, I decide when you cum...remember all you have promised....I will demand you obey."

We said our goodbyes, kissed Gwen and told her not to get into too much trouble. Ashely was more than half in the bag, and so I could count on her passing out early. Andrea and I could do whatever we wanted, but this was a process, and I needed my young protege to understand exactly who was boss.

I was driving, Ashely in the front seat next to me, Andrea in the back seat where I could look at you in my rear view mirror. "Darling you looked beautiful tonight, didn't she Rick?" Ashe asked although her words were a bit slurred. "That dress, so delicate on you, but I do want you to know it is a bit transparent, so you should be careful in choosing your underwear to be complimentary, men do like that bit of a tease though, don't they Rick?"

I smiled back at Andrea. "Yes they do..." And I mouthed my next command..."Show me..." I let my eyes scan down, making it hopefully clear I wanted her to slide up her dress, and again flash her naked pussy for my enjoyment. "Ashe, Andrea has agreed to be my PFA, this summer, she will be working for me downtown and traveling on all my trips, meetings and dinners. I have a feeling she will be the best I've ever had."

I had used the acronym, letting my wife guess, if she so chose what it stood for, but I knew she would never guess the truth. "Oh are you honey, I hope you enjoy it, and learn something?" She said and I only watched Andrea, enjoying watching her in the back.

When we got home I opened the doors for the ladies and began to help Ashe upstairs as by now she could barely walk. It was nearly 11:15. I saw that Andrea had her phone on, and as we said good night I came over and kissed her on the cheek, but reached around to glide my hand over her bare ass, and press into her wet slit. "Why don't you get ready for bed, I will check on you before I turn in?"

At exactly 11:30, with Ashely already snoring slightly I clicked on my phone and sent a message, "Are you ready for bed? Are you lying down? Are you naked or wearing something? Are you wet? Please send me a picture and we will begin!"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

I texted straight back, "I'm wet and ready!" and then sent a selfie showing me sitting on the edge of the bed, pillows fluffed up to my left, wearing my usual sleepwear of a long loose cotton t-shirt, tonight's was light pink with a cute toy bear picture on the chest.

As usual I wore nothing under it since I wasn't bleeding, and I could tell that my swollen nipples were making dramatic pokies in their demand for attention.

Because of the angle the picture didn't show how short the nightwear was, just covering the tops of my thighs even when sitting, but Uncle Rick would see as soon as he summoned me to his bed.

I was hungry for this fuck, and could hardly wait for his order. Would he plunge straight inside my sodden puffy cunt or would he let me suck him first, so he could then fuck me for hours as I orgasmed over and over while his wife slept next to us, ignorant of her husband shagging her niece right next to her in her own bed?

I wriggled a bit more to try and supress my sexual urges while waiting for Uncle Rick's next order.

His command on the way home to flash my pussy had been fun, especially with Aunt Ash in the front unaware, and she'd even commented on my underwear in that dress. Did she recognise that I ended the evening commando? It didn't sound like she knew.

And I adored how Uncle Rick called me his Personal Fuck Assistant right there in front of his wife. It made me flush and glow. I intended to follow her advice and enjoy getting fucked by her husband and learning everything I could from him about sex.

But that wasn't going to happen until he gave me the order I craved, the demand to come to his bed.

 

[Homerun2611]

I couldn't help but smile as my phone buzzed and I read her message. I knew I was not only testing her self control, but mine. For as much as she clearly stated that she NEEDED to be fucked, I desperately needed to fuck her. My mind was full of the sensations of the night. Her obediently displaying herself and then her reaction as I gazed, inspected and tasted her young offerings. I did not tell her, I was not sure when or if I would, but young Andrea her body, her mind, her attitude was as closet to perfection as I thought I might ever find.

Her young cunt was so inexperienced yet so hungry and wanting. I hoped to some day better understand the source of such decadent and taboo desire. As our evening went on, and Andrea opened up to me both figuratively and literally, I marveled at just how truly filthy and naughty my niece fantasized of being. It was as if God, or if not God, the Devil, had brought us together, so many dark and repressed desires, and such aligned intent to realize them. She had pledged her body to me, not truly knowing what that meant, and I had no intention to disappoint her, not long term, but tonight, I knew at least initially she wanted more.

I began my text, "It appears your Aunt Ashe is done for the evening..." And I attached the picture of her beautiful aunt, as she tossed in bed. She was thoroughly out, I could have likely brought Andrea right in here, fucked her on the bed as her body occassionally brushed against her aunt as I took her, but that was too soon, the water should not come to a boil to fast...her young body needed to be brought up slowly, enjoying each plateau of our climb to the summit.

She looked so cute, almost innocent in her little pink nighty, but my cock grew hard at the thought of the body underneath it. "Thank you for the show earlier, I enjoyed my view in the back seat...you should always be prepared to display yourself to me...for you never know when I will demand it."

Tonight I had worn silk pajama bottoms to bed, and as I typed I loosened the silk tie and propped my back up as my cock stood completely erect in front of me, a thick eight inch plus rocket, ready for lift off. I was not going to touch it yet, I was just enjoying being hard, really hard and anticipating Andrea's and my little session.

"You look very cute, but perhaps you are more ready for bed then sex....I thought your body needed to fuck Andrea? In your next picture I expect to see you naked, pinching your nipple and your legs spread open...if you aren't pink and glistening, if can't feel your heat through the camera lens...then I think this night was over...show me how bad you need to fuck!"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

I smiled as I started to read my uncle's message, and opened the photo of Aunt Ashe, saving it for later. Reading on I liked that my little display in the car on the way home had been appreciated, and found myself nodding at his instruction to be ready to do it again whenever he asked. That could be a lot of fun.

Then he seemed to tease me about how I looked, like I wasn't slutty enough? Hm. Stripping off, I lay back against my pillows and spread me knees as wide as they would go but kept my feet together, a position I liked when masturbating in bed. I pulled my pussy lips open and parted my labia then pinched and pulled my left nipple while I held my phone in my right hand between my thighs and took a few selfies. Once I'd chosen the best one, which showed the glistening juices on my thighs and lips and in my bush with me pinching my nipple as ordered, I added a message and sent both, with a few nude other selfies as well.

"Yes Uncle Rick I need to fuck I need your hard cock in my cunt please fuck me senseless yes I will display myself anytime you say any place my tits my pussy anything only fuck me please I need you inside me please Uncle Rick Im your Personal Fuck Assistant your Personal Cum Dump xxx PFA PCD Andrea."

While I waited for a reply and hopefully approval of my message and the pictures, my fingers stroked through my bush but managed to avoid straying lower. My imagnation began toying with fantasies of what Uncle Rick might do with my photos, maybe showing them to mates and saying, "Hey, have you seen the pussy I'm banging?" and they'd like me and want to jerk off over my pic and I'd be a jerk-off sensation passed from man to man and they'd spunk over my pic and tribute it and ..

I forced my mind to slow down or I'd never stop myself mastrurbating and orgasming which I wasn't allowed to do. Not yet.

First, Uncle Rick was going to order me into his bed and screw me hard next to his sleeping wife.