“Help yourself,” he said, making no effort to pass them. The bag was on the opposite end of the coffee table from her, so to reach them she moved forward on the chair, allowing herself to slide down until she was sitting on the floor. In the process her denim skirt bunched up around her hips, revealing everything beneath. From his vantage point he could clearly see her entire thigh, but the table hid the rest.
“Oopsy,” she said slowly, making a half-hearted effort to cover herself back up. “You can just pretend you didn’t see that.”
He was beyond the point of caring about propriety, and just said, “You already showed that to me this morning, remember?”
“What? When?” she said in a shocked voice. “You mean as I was leaving the room this morning? Cal, you dirty old man, were you checking me out?” The seriousness of her tone made him doubt himself again, and he blushed, not knowing what to say.
“Oh my god, you’re blushing! You were checking me out. Shame on you, mister.” She now made an extra display of lowering her hem again, but with little success. She let the awkward silence hang there as she munched the chips and drank her wine. After several minutes of watching the game in silence, she said, “What’s that one guy there between the other two?”
That was unexpected. “What, the short stop?”
“Maybe?”
“The second baseman?” he said, incredulously. “Do you mean to tell me that you’re here as a prospective athlete and you don’t even know a thing about baseball?!”
She drew herself up and put her hands on her waist. “First, I’m a soccer player, duh. And second, I’m only here to spend the weekend with my girlfriend. I could really care less about this place. The school I mean, not your house. I like your house just fine, actually.” Then she did something else unexpected.
She got to her hands and knees and crawled across the floor to the TV, leaving her skirt somewhat bunched and giving him a clear view of her backside through her see-through panties. When she got to the screen, she pointed to the player in question. “This guy,” she said, looking back over her shoulder. She met his eyes which quickly shifted to meet hers, knowing full well what he was seeing, but making no effort to hide it. “Who’s this guy?” as innocent as could be.
“He’s, he’s the runner on second,” he managed to say, his throat catching.
She turned back to the TV, letting him get another good look at her ass and smooth pussy through the fabric, then slowly sat back down on her heels. “Then why’s he so far from the base?”
“He’s leading off?”
“Hm, ok. I’m gonna get some more wine. You want anything? I’m your little helper, remember?” She said this with a bit more sultriness to her voice. “No? Nothing?” looking him in the eyes again. She stood up and collected her glass, then went off to the kitchen to fill it.
Outside the skies darkened and it began to rain, slowly at first but then steadily as thunder rolled in the distance. As he lay on the couch he was thankful at least to be wearing jeans, because the bulge in his pants would otherwise have been quite apparent. However, there was little he could do to conceal it now, save to place a pillow over it, so he took a deep cleansing breath and waited to see what happened next.
She came back in, this time coming all the way around the coffee table, and sat down sideways on the floor in front of where his legs were, facing him as he lay. “Okay, Cal. I’ve tried to be nice about it. But if you’re not going to give me anything to do around here, I’m just going to have to start doing things for you on my own.” She reached for his jeans and began undoing them. “Now let your little helper see what you’ve been hiding from her all day.
He reached for her hands to stop her, but she swatted him away. “Ah, ah, ah! You had your chance. Besides, you shouldn’t worry. I’m not going to tell, and no one’s going to find out.” With that she pulled his pants and shorts down a bit over his hips until his nearly erect cock sprang up. “He-hey, sports fan! That is one big, beautiful dick.” She held it in both hands, squeezing it gently before leaning forward to take him in her mouth. With one hand reaching in for his balls and the other grasping his shaft, she pulled him deeper into her warm inviting mouth, letting her tongue roll about, collecting the flowing precum he’d been working up.
“Oh my god, you taste so fucking delicious. And it feels so perfect in my mouth, don’t you think?” She drew him back in as he lay there moaning. Nearly overwhelmed by her incredible talent, her began to rethink what was happening. “Wait, wait,“ he said, not exactly stopping her. “Stephanie could be here any minute.”
“She can’t say anything because I’ve already got something on her,” she said holding him. “She and I have been sleeping together for years now. I tried to make you aware of that last night, didn’t you hear?” He stiffened in her hand at the confirmation of his suspicions, a reaction not lost of Vicky. “Oh, ho, so you did know, and liked it too, I see.” She gently spat some her saliva onto his head and began stroking him while she continued. “Did you like hearing me cum last night, while your pretty little niece sucked me off?” He stiffened further. “Oh yeah, baby, I bet you did.” She popped him back in her mouth and pumped him hard into her for a few good strokes. “She’s a good little cunt licker, and I’ve got a really cute pussy for it, too. You saw it, though, what do you think? Did you like staring a my cute pantied pussy back there?”
Back into her mouth he went, and his moans became more intense. She worked him expertly for several minutes, bringing him up and back down, but not letting him cum or really even get close to it. She jerked him hard and fast to desensitize him, then loosened her grip and let her wet fingers glide softly along his shaft, all the while holding the head of his wonderful cock in the grip of her soft tongue and lips.
After about ten minutes of this her neck and jaw began to get stiff so she changed her tack. “Would you like to see my little pussy again, Cal?” She stood up and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall away to reveal her panties, now wet with her own anticipation. She placed her knee over his body towards the back of the couch, and straddled his chest. “Here you go, take a nice look at it.” She reached for his hand and placed it to her crotch. “Oh, yeah, rub my pretty kitty through my panties, please. Ohhh, yessss, just like that. Hm, you’re so good at that…” Now it was her turn to simply moan as the pleasure moved up through her body. She lowered herself down to him and pressed herself onto his face. “Mmm, lick me through the fabric. It’s already so nicely wet. Taste my juice through my sopping panties.” She enjoyed the warmth of his tongue and his breath as the fabric kept the sensation at bay. Finally she wanted more and reached down, pulling them aside so he could get to the smooth skin beneath.
Cal knew a thing or two about how to please a girl, and now finally had the upper hand. He held her to him as he grasped thighs just beneath her ass. His tongue moved easily in and out of her truly wet, completely smooth pussy, but he gave most of his attention to her firm, protruding clit. As he sucked on her nearly pea-size button, he suspected its large size was the root cause of the unbridled lust she’d been displaying for the past twenty-four hours. Whether or not it was true, she was very appreciative of his skills and was eager to express it both verbally and physically.
“Oh, shit, Cal, you’re so fucking good at that. Mmm, and to think I waited a whole day before jumping you. What the fuck was I thinking. Oh, GOD, right there, yes, yes!”
In what seemed like only moments he had worked her to the brink of orgasm, and flirted with leaving her on the edge only momentarily before letting her cum on his face as she became vocally incoherent. He continued to hold her slight ass in his hands as she fucked him hard throughout its duration. Finally she relaxed enough to speak, and looked down again at his face between her thighs and smiled.
“You are a dirty old man, aren’t you? How about I help that nice big cock of yours get into my sweet, tight sixteen-year-old pussy? Hm, can I help you do that, mister?” She stood up and whipped her panties off, then pulled his jeans and shorts completely off before climbing back onto him. She held herself up on her knees while she tugged at his slightly softened member.
“Aw,” she cooed, “let your little helper make you big and strong again. Yes, there, that’s it!” She felt him firm up instantly as she spoke to him. As soon as she got him where she wanted him, she dropped her head and looked down as she guided herself down onto him. His head pierced her lips just slightly as she let out a deep moan, followed by a long slow exhale as she dropped down, fully enveloping his cock. “Oh, fuck!” they both shouted at the same time. “Jesus, Vicky, you are so fucking velvety tight. Oh, god, don’t move, you’ll fucking make me blow it right here!!”
“She smiled hugely at him and mercifully sat still, but kept grinding her hips in small circles as he tried to regain his composure. After a bit she’d begun moving her hips forward and back against him, far enough to start moving his cock in and out slightly as she shifted her weight. He was going to need a few more minutes of cooperation if he’d be able to give her a decent fucking, but the point became moot as Vicky suddenly looked up and saw Stephanie standing in the kitchen, wet from the rain.
“Oh. My. God!! You’re fucking my uncle! What the hell are you two doing??”
“Hi, Steph. I’m his little helper!!” completely ignoring the condition she was in, or her shock for that matter. “Come here, you have got to see this cock!”
Cal’s face went white, and his dick immediately shrank at least three sizes, much to Vicky’s chagrin. “Hey, no fair, you made him shrivel up, dammit!” She jumped up off him, letting his slick dick fall back flat against his stomach. Despite her shock at the scene, Stephanie involuntarily was drawn to his large handsome cock, even if it was merely semi-erect.
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