'But then, you might not be able to make a fair judgment on what she did-especially if you've ever wanted to do those things: Or have you actually done them?'
She said nothing, suddenly fearful.
'Now, now, you can talk to your Uncle Ernie,' he said in a voice that made her shiver. 'I understand how it is- especially with young boys. They know just enough to get a girl all hot and excited. They're just impetuous enough to want to do things that are done much better by an experienced man. Don't you think so?'
She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, feeling the thick, cool leather upholstery pushing against the oversensitive lips of her fledgling cunt through her thin panties.
'Has some young man gotten you so hot that you couldn't resist… doing what comes naturally? Is that why you seem so uncomfortably and ill at ease with your Uncle Ernie?'
His eyes were riveted to the inviting slender line of her creamy throat and followed it to her swelling boobs.
'Yes,' he said, his voice dropping and becoming almost angry. 'Yes, I know how it is with young boys.' He turned and paced back and forth in front of the couch. She felt trapped.
'Yes, I know how it is,' he continued, his voice hard and knowing. 'They wait until you're alone together, with no one else around to protect you, A boy will wait until you're busy doing something, maybe just picking up a piece of paper or reaching for a book. He'll have his eyes watching your behind, all cute and innocent and firm, watching the way it moves inside your clothes.
'And,' Ernie said, stopping and facing her for a moment 'He'll picture it in his mind-bare and soft and smooth- and he'll reach out and put one hand on each cheek and squeeze them.'
He resumed his pacing.
'You'll stand up straight and say something meant to make him stop, maybe that you might get caught-but you'll know as well as he does that there's no chance you'll be caught. And just thinking it might be a little more dangerous will make it more exciting for him, make him have to do it.
'And then he'll put his arms around you and touch your little breasts and play with them like they were toys. He couldn't appreciate what marvels they are, not like an older, experienced man-because he's too young.'
Nickie simply couldn't believe the words she was hearing from her Uncle Ernie. He was talking as if telling what he, himself, had done-many times.
'And then his hands will get under your frilly little blouse and then next thing you know, he'll be playing with your little tithes, making your little nips hard-just like they are now?'
He stopped and faced her with that, his voice almost an accusation. Nickie found that she couldn't speak, couldn't even attempt to stand try to escape. She was trapped with the older, drunken man-and he was beginning to sound very irrational and very aroused.
'The next thing-you know,' he continued. 'Without even wanting to you'll be helping him get your frilly little blouse and your bra off-if you even wear a bra.
'And before you know what's happening, he's got all your clothes off and somehow his are gone too. You'll both be naked, and then you'll be lying on the floor or on a bed or in the back seat of a car with your legs wide, showing him-everything?
'And then you'll see his-his thing, and you'll want to touch it and do things to it and the next thing you know, he'll be lying on top of you, between your legs and reaching down to help him put that hard red member into you'
He whirled and stopped in front of her. 'Isn't that it?' he demanded. 'Isn't that the way it happens?'
'Well, I uh, guess so, Uncle Ernie,' she said quietly, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
'I know that's the way it is,' he insisted. 'I know! Don't forget: I was a young boy once, too, and I know how young men get around young women.'
He put his hands on the back of the couch behind her, one arm to each side of her, imprisoning her without touching her. He leaned close and she could smell the booze on his breath, 'I know,' he rasped.
Suddenly he straightened up. 'Even me, an older, mature, experienced man, I know how I am even now around young women. Just look at how hard it makes me to think about it?'
And without thinking, Nickie's eyes fastened on the-Oh, no, he couldn't be that huge! she thought-bulge in his pants.
She looked up and met his leering gaze. 'And I know how young women are,' he said with quiet menace. 'Hot-blooded, hot-handed, hungry to see what they know is there, and having seen it they want to touch it and we both know what happens when they touch it, don't we? DON'T WE?' He obviously didn't need a verbal answer, for he continued: 'And you, you're from my own blood and my blood runs hotter than most-I know what you want. You want to see it, don't you?'
Without waiting for an answer, he yanked open his zipper, reached inside and brought his huge, hard cock into view. It was heavy and thick, bigger than any Nickie had ever seen-and seemed even bigger, the way it loomed up in her face, pointing ominously at her like a cannon. She couldn't take her eyes off it-just like he'd said!
'See what I mean,' he sneered. 'Even now you can't take your eyes off, can't stop looking at it-and I even know what you're thinking right now, what you want to do next! Well, go ahead! Go ahead and touch it!'
She remained motionless.
'Touch IT!' he bellowed and thrust it towards her.
Her hand came up almost of its own accord and her fingers lightly traced its broad stem and length.
Her digits wondered over it and Ernie's breath came in deep, shuddering gasps like a bellows wheezing as she stared at the thick, ropy veins standing out all over the shaft. They made it look even more potent and formidable.
She encircled it with her fingers just behind the flange and found that she couldn't close thumb and forefinger around it.
Finally, she let her exploring fingers caress the throbbing, purplish head and her uncle made a small gasping sound. His knees shook and the throbbing of that massive spar became even more pronounced.
And then his hands were clutching at the flimsy fabric of her filmy nightgown, grasping it-and suddenly pulling it away from her, ripping it loose to expose her heaving breasts to his eyes-and hands.
'Open my pants,' he growled and Nickie obeyed, both aroused and fearful. Eyes still fastened on the cock looming towards her, she fumbled his belt and the waistband of his trousers open and without being told pulled his pants and underwear down to puddle about his ankles.
He shrugged and she was aware that he'd unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. But she didn't look; her eyes refused to move away from his mature penis, from the fascination of his bi amp; hairy balls in the bag at the base of his prick. She watched the skin lightening there and knew that he was becoming even more excited.
It's almost beautiful! she thought.
'Look at you,' he said, contempt in his voice. 'Like all women, sluttishly adoring it-well then, adore it, slut!'
She froze, uncomprehending.
'I said ADORE IT!' and his hand was at the back of her bead, pressing ‘her forward till the head of his cock was against her lips. The pressure didn't stop there, and she opened her mouth before the prodding Invader-and the thick, pulsing knob slipped into her mouth, almost filling it.
Almost instinctively, her tongue moved over the parcel, the rough underside rasping across the hypersensitive, silken hardness of his flesh.
Ernie moaned and his knees began quaking violently-and Nickie felt a sudden thrill at her own power over this huge man course through her, heightening her arousal. She became inventive, twirling and exploring with her tongue, prodding the tiny pee-hole slit with the pointed tip of her lip-licker.
Ernie's hands slipped down to her breasts, testing their firmness, squeezing them gently at first, then harder, almost painfully as he felt the ministrations of her sucking mouth and nimble tongue on his big dick.
His hands came back up to her head and held it on his penis, then began rocking it back and forth so that her lips let the knob of his cock slip out, then back in between her luscious, pouting lips.
'Uhhh…' he grunted. 'You handle it like a woman with your mouth.' His hands went back to her breasts, covering the jutting, still developing young mounds.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her and tugged her to her feet. Her head barely reached his chest, and his throbbing hard on jutted up to prod her stomach, the head nestled against her just beneath her succulent
