Ben Stewart

Cockshy coed

CHAPTER ONE

"Can you answer the question, Miss Allison?" The authoritative voice rolled like a wave over the hushed classroom, carrying attention in its wake until all eyes were focused on the petite figure of Nancy Allison.

She could feel Professor Jurgen's wicked black eyes zooming in for a close up of her body. She dropped her eyes. Breaking his stare did no good. She could still feel his searching look burn through her clothing.

I hate the way he looks at me! she thought furiously, I feel like I'm naked.

She tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was like a melon left too long in the field, soft, hot, dripping with juice, bunting apart at the seams.

He's just like the rest of them, she told herself, and he wants to slide up between my legs! He's not going to, none of them are. I'm not going to end up pregnant and deserted like Mother was.

"Well, Miss Allison?" Her train of thought was interrupted by the stem question.

"I'm sorry, Professor," she heard her cool, even voice saying, "I'm afraid I can't."

"Miss Allison," the sarcastic reply began, "You evidently have a better way to spend your evenings than studying philosophy. While I wouldn't like to interfere with your pleasures, I would like to remind you that a passing grade in this course is mandatory." There was a pause as the professor stroked his thick black beard. "See me after class," he finished curtly.

I wonder if he knows how I feel? she thought as her tits continued to swell until the nipples were tense. I wonder if he knows I'm not the iceberg everybody thinks I am? Not that it'll do him any good I'm not going to give in… not again.

The memory of that one time, her first and last fuck, began to glow in her mind like a hot poker. She tried to fight it by concentrating on the professor. That was a mistake. He made her feel like she had that hot summer night when she was eighteen and a virgin. No woman would be a virgin long around her Uncle Jim. He had an uncanny ability to sniff out cherries when they started to get ripe. He'd find 'em, suck 'em, pluck 'em, and fuck 'em. Just like he had done to her. Just like he had made her beg him to do. The memory was so vivid she could hear his voice saying, "Your mother at work?" He walked in without knocking as she was finishing up the supper dishes.

"You know she's got night duty at the hospital this week," Nancy replied, ignoring him as she bent over the sink.

"I guess I forgot," he muttered as he rubbed into her ass and put both hands around her waist.

"Uncle Jim, you're gonna make me break a plate!" she squealed.

"I was just giving you a little hug, that's all, honey." He sounded hurt.

"Well, wait 'til I get through," she teased, looking over her shoulder at him. His blond crew cut was still wet from the shower. His broad, tanned face was slightly pink, and he smelled strongly of after shave lotion. A patch of hair peeked over the top of his clean t-shirt. Both the shirt and his faded Levi's were stretched tightly over his muscular frame. He looked much younger than thirty-two.

"You gonna give me a proper hug when you finish up there?" he teased, running one hand over her plump young ass.

"If you don't stop that I'm gonna give you a pot of water all over your clean clothes. Your date won't much like that," she threatened.

"No date tonight," he said, taking his hand away.

"You didn't get all cleaned up to go back to the garage, did you?" she asked.

"Thought I'd take your mother to the movies. Forgot she had to work," he explained as he fished in the ice box for a beer.

"You can take me if you want to," she offered.

"Every boy in town's been after you to go out," he said, hanging on the edge of the sink to watch her.

"Yes, but you're the handsomest thing around," she teased, letting the water out of the sink. "Besides, you're my uncle and you know how Mama is." She dried her hands carefully and put them around his neck.

"She still won't let you date, huh?" came the gruff comment.

"She says when I'm eighteen." Nancy sighed as she lay her head on his chest.

Her uncle put his beer down and put his arms around her warm body. They almost stuck together. His hands began to move soothingly over her back, rubbing their way over familiar territory. "If you have your first date at eighteen, you won't know how to act," he muttered. "You ought to be starting off now with boys who don't know a thing." His hands tried to work their way tinder her brassiere strap.

"Try telling her that," Nancy said, automatically pulling his hands away from the strap but letting them stay on her body.

"Maybe she's right – anybody as good-looking as you should be locked up." He cupped both cheeks of her ass and worked his long fingers into the soft cushions of flesh.

Nancy pushed his hands away again but kept cuddling tight against his broad chest. She was accustomed to his teasing. After all, he was her uncle.

Taking advantage of her trust, he squeezed her close and her tits nestled tight against him.

Nancy felt the iron bands of his arms close around her. She liked the way his touch made her heart beat faster and her flesh crawl with pleasure.

Usually they stopped after a few playful hugs. But usually her mother was around. Tonight they were alone and neither of them backed away. Nancy began to feel things she hadn't felt before. Her tender young breasts seemed to be vowing! She could feel their tips pushed against the confines of her brassiere. They began to hurt. She wished her brassiere was off. Her tits were hot and sticky. The nipples felt like they were roasting in heavy syrup. She could feel her uncle's chest rise and fall with his deep breathing. When it rose, his grip tightened until every hard inch of his body was pressing into her. A tingling sensation began between her legs. It was like having a single drop of sweat trickle its way through the mossy covering of her tight little cunt.

Jim slid his hands down her body and onto her ass again. As he pulled her tighter he gave a slight hunch to his hips. Nancy didn't pull away. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass slowly, firmly.

She didn't want to stop. Having her ass squeezed felt good. His hands were gentle even if they were strong. It was only when he began hunching harder that she started to worry. Her body was doing funny things. She felt as if someone had slipped a gob of cold cream just inside her pussy. It was wet and slippery. Something else was happening there too. The tingle had grown into a more urgent, concentrated feeling. The plump lips of her tight young pussy were aching to be rubbed.

Her hands tightened around her uncle's neck unconsciously. She felt him hunch into her harder. This time she could feel something big and hard between his legs! It was shaped like a torpedo and every time he hunched it felt like he was aiming it for the hot itching spot between her legs!

"Uncle… Jim," her voice came in low pants. "Maybe… we'd better… stop. Suppose… somebody came in?"

His grip on her loosened. He looked down, his eyes boring into hers. There was a burning determination there that Nancy hadn't seen before. It made her blood bubble. It was meant for her! She didn't know what it meant but she had started it. Her hands were still around his neck. The tips of her breasts were still pressing into his chest. She looked up at him with a pleading, puzzled look on her face.

"We don't want anybody coming in, do we?" he asked with a sly look.

"Not when we're teasing around like that." She tried to sound prim but her voice was so low and husky that it sent shivers down her spine.

He broke away from her, swaggered to the back door, pushed it closed and turned the key. For good measure he snapped off the light. In the semidarkness of a late summer dusk Nancy saw his bulk coming for her, towering, big, powerful. She was suddenly aware that they were alone in a darkened house.

"Don't scare me!" she begged, throwing her arms around him frantically.

"What's the matter, sugar?" he asked soothingly as he hugged her close, picking her up off the floor until their mouths were even.

"I felt so scared for a minute. It was so dark and all," she explained. "I almost forgot you were my uncle."

"No need for you to get scared, honey. Uncle Jim is gonna look after you good," he whispered in her ear. His mouth nuzzled into her neck and his hot breath blew through the curling tendrils of her hair.

Nancy felt her ear grow hot and ticklish. His breath and his words working their way inside made her shiver. Her body suddenly was alive to his slightest touch. She quivered as she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against the unplowed mound between her legs!

Bending his head slowly forward, her uncle caught Nancy's lips with his own. He pressed forward until they were locked tightly together. Then his tongue pushed out, and began to force its way between her lips.

Nancy struggled against the hot slippery thing trying to get into her mouth. His strength was too great for her. Slowly she opened under his pressure. As his thick, tough tongue lashed down her throat Nancy felt her pussy lips being pulled apart. He had his hands under her ass, working his fingers across the naked skin at the edge of her shorts. Every time he squeezed, the valley running between her legs pulled open. Before she could protest, two fingers wiggled under the hem of her shorts. As they rubbed over the silky flesh between her ass and her cunt, Nancy began to moan low and deep. Sweet juice seeped out of her pussy until her panties were wet with it.

As their hot, spit-tilled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Nancy could feel eight inches of hot throbbing meat pressing against the soft, slippery lips of her cunt. She wondered how it would feel to have it pushing inside her body. Thinking about it made her want it. Through the red-hot haze tat was blurring her mind she remembered a threat from her mother. "If I catch you naming around with a man before you're eighteen, I'll throw you out! You don't know them like I do. Your father left me with you after I was fool enough to believe him. They all want one thing and don't care how they get it. Remember that, Nancy, and don't disobey me!"

"Stop, stop, stop it, please, Uncle Jim!" she cried, pushing him away.

He pulled his head up violently and stood stock still far a few seconds. When he felt her shaking with sobs he cradled her against his heaving chest. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked in a whisper.

"I can't do it! I promised Mama I wouldn't!" she wailed.

"Do what, baby? I'm just showing you what everybody else does on dates. Nothing wrong with that."

"But we're alone and it's dark and suppose Mama comes in?"

"She's at work, baby. All the doors are locked. Nobody can get in here. We're all by ourselves and nobody can hear us or see us," he whispered.

"But it makes me feel so funny," she gasped.

"What makes you feel funny?" he asked, rubbing the hard fullness of his cock back and forth against her tummy.

"The way you hold me and what you're doing now and all that kissing! I never did that before. It does things to me! It makes me want to do something. Something I don't know about. I'm scared!" She clung to him, her soft, perfumed body rippling under his touch.

"No need to be scared, honey. Uncle Jim will look after you. I'll show you what you want to do. I'll be your teacher," he said, picking her up and walking toward the living room. As they reached the sofa his mouth ate into hers again.

Nancy felt his tongue sliding back down her throat as if it were heading all the way down. She wanted it to keep going deeper and deeper until it worked through her stomach and got to the itch down low in her hot body. When his fingers began to work their way back under the hem of her shorts she tried to pull away. This time he didn't let her. His arms tightened as he knelt by the sofa, lay her on it and settled on top of her body. His weight pushed her deep into the sofa cushions. She couldn't move. Nancy felt as if she were floating with him, carrying him, sailing across the sky. His body was supported on the points of her tits while the rock-hard column of flesh between his legs kept jabbing into her belly and thighs. She couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth wide and sucking his tongue deeper inside. Her legs flew apart as he settled between them.

"Still feeling funny, honey?" he asked, tearing his mouth away from hers.

"Yes, oh yes!" she panted, running her arms over his neck and chest.

"Where?" he demanded, pulling his weight off her. "Is it all over or just one place in particular? Tell me. Tell me where you've got that feeling, honey!"

"Down there, way down, inside me!" she replied, ashamed, not knowing what to call the thing between her legs.

"Right here, baby? Is this the place?" he asked as his hand reached between her legs and cupped her tender pussy tightly.

"Oh, yes, there, there, all over, inside!" she moaned.

"That's your pussy, baby. Your sweet little pussy. Say it, say pussy!" he demanded.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned as his fingers worked greedily over the plump sensitive lips.

"Pussy! Say it. Say pussy, pussy, pussy!" he demanded, squeezing it tightly.

Nancy heard him but didn't want to say the word. She tried to push his hand away but his grip was too tight. He was milking the lips, working their slippery edges together. Creamy foam started dripping from between them. As she tried to get his hand off she heard the sound of her zipper.

"No!" she gasped, bucking frantically against his weight. He had her pinned down so she couldn't move. With an expert touch he got her zipper down and the button at the top undone.

Nancy felt his strong hard fingers reaching inside her shorts, slipping under her panties. She pushed her ass deep into the sofa to keep her shorts on. There was an experimental tug. The shorts held firm. She felt her uncle's fingers curl into a fist and then pull down quickly. Her shorts and panties ripped open. Her twat was naked! Then his hands worked between her legs and cupped it again.

"Pussy," he whispered, massaging it with sure, tight strokes.

Nancy felt her ass push up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her legs. She spread open, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, running with hot lava, bursting with slippery juice!

"That's your pussy, baby! Your sweet, hot pussy!" she heard her Uncle Jim repeat. "That hot, juicy snatch is all mine. I'm gonna show you what to do with it! That's good pussy, sweet pussy, and hot pussy! Say it! Say pussy! Say it!" he demanded again before shoving his tongue down her throat again.

Nancy felt him rub her pussy lips together. As the delicate flesh was rubbed and heated she began to kiss her uncle back. Her hands flew around his neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers. Their tongues licked around each other as spit bubbled out of their mouths and ran down her chin.

"PUSSY!" she heard the deep, masculine voice insisting in her ear, just as she felt a finger slide inside her tight hole.

"Oh! Pussy!" she gasped, "Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy!" she repeated over and over as she felt his finger slide in deeper and deeper.

"That's better," her uncle said, sliding his finger out and moving his hand up her bare belly. "Now that you know what to call it, I'm gonna show you something else. Up here, up high, right under my hand," he whispered as he pushed under her blouse and latched onto one tight-tipped mound. "Does that feel funny too, honey-baby?"

"Funny!" she moaned. "Hurts, tight, too tight!"

"Too tight, baby? Let Uncle Jim fix that!" He grabbed the cups of her bra in both hands and ripped them apart.

Nancy sat up in at the sound of her clothing being ripped away.

"Titties, honey. Big, hard-tipped titties!" she heard her uncle whisper as he bent his head forward.

"Ohhhh!" Nancy moaned in ecstasy as she felt his mouth engulf one tender red-tipped mound. His teeth bit into the young flesh gently, his tongue lashing over the hard hurting tip. "Ohhh, good, soo good!" she moaned, pulling his head tighter onto her breasts.

He laved her tits with spit, bathing the tense, sore tips until they were throbbing with pleasure. Using his mouth and his hands he worked over her milky white flesh until she had lost breath and was hanging onto him. "Titty!" he whispered into her ear. "Say it, learn it, say titty!"

"Titty, ohhhh, titty, my titty, my titties, mine, mine, mine!" she sobbed.

"That's right, honey. Titties. Titties and pussy. That's where you were feeling funny, wasn't it?"

"Funny, tight, hot good, hun!" Nancy moaned as she felt his hands and his mouth roaming over her half-naked body.

"You got me feeling funny too, baby," he growled, "just like you feel – tight, hot, down between my legs. Feel me. Feel what you do to me, honey!" he demanded, taking her hand and sliding it down his body until Nancy's fingers brushed the rock-hard length of his peter.

"No, no!" she gasped, trying to draw her hand away.

"Grab it, feel it, touch it, and honey!" he demanded, one hand forcing hers down onto his cock, the other one working over her pussy again.