Ted Leonard
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.