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.