Cockteasing Teen
(M/f, teen, inc, cum)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

I once was quite the little cockteaser. I loved to make guys hot and drooling for me, and then I'd back off leaving them hard and frustrated then I'd go home and frig myself to a satisfying orgasm. When my folks went to Europe last summer, Mom asked her brother Greg to stay at the house. Even though I'm 13, she still didn't want to leave me alone for three months.

Greg is 40 and divorced, handsome and smart. But I was resentful about being babysat, so I retaliated. I'd show up for breakfast in a short, transparent nightie or I'd walk around the house in my underwear. I'd 'accidently' walk into the bathroom when he was stepping out of the shower and I was wrapped in a small towel that didn't quite conceal my pubic bush. There was always a pause as Greg admired what he saw. At 5'0 tall and 101-lbs., I've got a nice body with 32D-cup breasts that men always squirm for and my handsome uncle was no exception. He was seeing more of it than I usually show, of course. After all, he's family and I figured I was safe.

Well, I came home late one Friday and a little tipsy. Greg was pissed and yelled at me, and I went to my room. I got ready for bed but I also got mad because he yelled and I stormed into his room wearing just my panties. He was wearing only underwear, too, and I was screaming something about how I wasn't a kid anymore and he said I acted like one and that my folks should have spanked my butt to straighten me out.

"Oh, do you think that would straighten me out, Uncle Greg?" I asked, walking towards him defiantly, my tits sticking out proudly. Suddenly the next thing I knew, Greg was sitting in a chair and he had me over his lap. I had forgotten that my uncle taught martial arts and he had moved to get me in the position, pulled my panties down and held me so I couldn't get up.

"SCHWHACK!" The sound of his hand on my registered before I felt the sting through my drunken haze.

"Fuck, that hurts!" I yelled "Stop it! I'm too old for this shit!"

SCHWHACK! SCHWHACK!

"You're too old to be acting like a spoiled brat, too!"

"SCHWHACK!!

"And a goddamned cockteasing brat as well!"

By then, I was crying. My ass was on fire and all I could do was flail my legs and squirm. Greg had his hand on my back; he wasn't forcing me down, I just couldn't get up. But the spanking worked fast. My ass quickly became numb and I felt a very sexual stirring in my pussy. And I also felt my uncle's hardening cock poking beneath me.

I quit resisting and the spanking eased. I was grinding my lower belly against Greg's hardon and my moans were not moans of pain.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Greg," I whimpered. His hand began stroking the hot flesh of my upthrust ass as he tried to sooth the burn. I still humped against his hardon. I finally stood, rubbing my ass. My panties were around my ankles and Uncle Greg stared at my dew-flecked bush. I, in turn, stared at the throbbing bulge in his underwear. The only sound I could hear was my own rapid breathing and the pounding of my heart. I wanted my uncle's cock and it was obvious his huge cock wanted a piece of me.

I reached for it but Greg stopped me and told me to go to my room. Leaving my panties in the floor, I scurried out, sobbing with pain and frustration. I threw myself face down on my bed with my hand thrust between my legs and humped away to a quick cum which felt good but did nothing to cool my burning desire for Greg. I decided to try again so I went to his room and walked in, still naked, without knocking.

There was my uncle, whacking away at his stiff cock with his right hand and holding my panties under his nose with his left hand. His cock was at least ten inches long, and as thick as a coke can! And I knew it would either kill me or feel fantastically wonderful once he put it all inside me. Greg had his eyes closed so he didn't see me enter the room or walk up beside his bed.

"You can smell the source if you want," I said softly. He jumped but made no effort to cover himself. I spread my pussy open for him. "Feel me," I said huskily. Uncle Greg dropped my panties and reached for my pussy. I shuddered at the touch of his fingers on my lips. He easily slid a finger into my wet tunnel, then another and another. He then took them out and sniffed my juices and then sucked them off his fingers. He smacked his lips and while I knew that he would have loved for me to sit on his tongue, I was anxious to sit on something longer and harder.

I put my hand around his rigid pole and stroked it a few times. "God, I need this," I said, and climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. He didn't try to stop me as I sank onto his cock, but he just kept saying my name over and over. My hands were on his chest and he held onto my hips as we did the deed, muscles flexing, bodies rising and falling, our genitals grinding together faster and faster. Our breath soon came in gulps and gasps as we both peaked together, my pussy locking around his spasming prick. He held my hips down over his massive prick for almost two minutes, filling my womb with incestuous sperm, knowing full-well that I could get pregnant from it!

I can't describe that moment, the wonderful feeling of my uncle's voluminous cum load soaking the walls of my womb and filling my belly. I knew that what we were doing was supposed to be wrong, but it felt so right, so good, natural, and, yes, wholesome; then and now. By the time he finally extracted his massive prickmeat from my little pussy, I was already becoming sore from the vicious fucking I'd endured for almost an hour underneath him.

I fell asleep in my uncle's bed and awoke with him on top of me, his cock again splitting my aching, sore pussy. I took his second hot load in my mouth, something I'd never done before, but it seemed to be the right thing to do. I didn't gag or anything and his cum was like warm honey. I just kept swallowing and swallowing and swallowing and swallowing, and he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming all inside my mouth, on my face and neck, and all over my breasts. God... what a load!

We couldn't get enough of each other after that. But when Mom and Dad came home, Uncle Greg had to go back to his own apartment and we had to content ourselves with getting together less often.

I really don't think we got caught intentionally. I was over at Greg's one Saturday morning and we were making love in the living room. We knew Mom was going to drop by to offer advice on recovering a chair but we conveniently forgot. She walked in and, naturally, was shocked. What do you say when your own mother catches you with her brother's big cock inside you?

Not much. What's done is done by this time.

I don't know how long she stood there watching before I saw her. Greg was cumming and when he jerked his cock out of me, sperm flew all over the place. It would have been funny if it hadn't been my Mom.

Well, after a long talk, I managed to convince Mom that I knew what I was doing and so now I'm living with Uncle Greg. My folks aren't thrilled but Uncle Greg and I are happy: I don't wear any panties around the house and get bent over the couch, the kitchen table, the counter, or even on the floor at least once or twice a day. And he gets to cum inside or on me anytime and anywhere he wants, because I'm the only girl he's ever been with who swallows!



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© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com