Chrissy works for Uncle Bob at his gas station, where she takes care of the
customer's needs.  She'd like to date, but doesn't know how to act around
boys.  She enlists Bob's aid to show her what the boys might want to do and
gets her own needs taken care of as Bob pumps her instead of gas.

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   Pumping Niece

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Bob Peters leaned back in the old steel double wide lawn chair, circa
1952 and watched as Chrissy took care of old Mrs.  Johnson's needs. 
Chrissy greeted Mrs.  Johnson, started the gas pump and then checked under
the hood before beginning to wash and dry all the windows of the Cadillac.
Bob was glad he had hired Chrissy.  He'd always been glad.

   Had anyone asked him, he'd gladly have admitted that when he first hired
her it was mostly for her looks.  She was a babe.  Sixteen, fresh, pretty,
vivacious, with high round teenage breasts and hips to kill for, her blond
pony tail bobbed and waved as she went over the car.  When she reached to
get a spot in the middle of the windshield, one leg came off the ground and
Bob had a nice view of the crotch of her cut offs and the white panties she
was wearing under them.  Chrissy usually wore a T shirt to work at the gas
station, but today she was wearing a halter top and Bob had been half stiff
since she reported for work.  It was Friday and they stayed open an hour
longer on Fridays.

   The other reason he'd hired her was because she was his brother's
daughter.  He'd watched her grow up and now that she was almost a woman he
really enjoyed being around her.  She adored him and in any situation other
than at work she'd have run up to him and thrown her arms around him,
pressing her tight little body against him and giving him a sloppy kiss on
the lips.  They'd been buddies for years.

   He'd never have thought even one time about forcing her to do anything
sexual, but she'd been good for beat off fantasies for more than a couple
of years now, and she was getting better and better all the time.  She'd
just started going out on dates and the thought of what those boys she went
out with were probably doing to and with her made Bob's dick hard most of
the time.

   Mrs.  Johnson paid Chrissy and they both waved at each other as the
Caddy rolled out of the station.  Chrissy put the money in the till and
then came over and flopped down in a rusty chair almost exactly like the
one Bob was sitting in.  As she flopped down her legs spread and the almost
non-existent denim between her legs was framed in white cotton of the
panties under it.  Bob stared and Chrissy caught him.

   "Uncle Bob!" she squealed.  "What are you looking at?" She knew what he
was looking at, but wanted to give him a hard time.

   "A little piece of dreamland, Chrissy.  A little piece of dreamland." he
laughed.

   Chrissy closed her legs, but not completely.  It made her feel special
when her Uncle looked at her as a woman.  She'd been flattered by his
attention for years and he'd always been a perfect gentleman.  It was nice
to be looked at as a woman without having to worry about whether or not you
were going to have to kick the guy in the balls to keep him in line. 
"You're just a dirty old man" she grinned.

   "I'm not that old" he complained.  "And besides, what was I supposed to
do when you flashed your pussy at me?" He stopped cold.  Had he actually
used the word "pussy" in front of his niece.  He looked at her, shocked
that he'd lost control of his mouth and saw that she was astounded too.

   "Oh shit, Chrissy, I'm sorry." he groaned.  "My mouth ran away with my
tongue.  I shouldn't have said that.  I'm so sorry." He was glowing red now
as he blushed to his neck.

   Chrissy couldn't believe her Uncle had used that word.  That was a word
the boys at school used and sometimes her friends said it too, but it was a
word she'd never heard any adult use.  He thought of her as having a ... 
pussy.

   She was surprised to feel a tingle in that part of her body and then she
felt herself blush too.  It kind of turned her on to think that her Uncle
thought of her as a sexual being.  She reached over and kissed him firmly
on his cheek.  "You don't have anything to be sorry for.  I shouldn't be
flashing my ...  my pussy at you.  I don't want to give you a heart
attack." Then she kissed him again and turned around to give him time to
get himself in order.  She fiddled with a display of windshield wipers.

   The next day, when it was time for Chrissy to go to work, she decided to
wear a short denim skirt.  She chose a pair of lavender panties to wear
under them.  When she got to work she hugged Bob, pressing her body against
his.  She was extra vigilant to get every windshield that day, and bent
over each hood, knowing that her purple panties could be seen if Bob was
watching.

   And Bob was watching.  He noticed the skirt immediately when she got to
work.  She never wore a skirt.  She was way too much of a tomboy for that.
Or had been.  Quite suddenly she was a girl.  Maybe yesterday hadn't been
such a mistake after all.  She was obviously flashing him today, and had
obviously planned for it.  He sat in the old steel lawn chair, dick stiff,
and watched her contentedly.

   When the last customer for the day drove off, Chrissy came and sat
beside her Uncle.  Bob looked at her.  "I thought you weren't going to
flash me any more" he said.  "Something about not wanting me to have a
heart attack as I recall?"

   She blushed prettily.  "Well, I don't know.  I guess I kind of liked it
when you ...  noticed me."

   "Chrissy, honey, doesn't your boyfriend notice you?" Bob said.

   Now she frowned.  "I don't have one." She saw the question in his eyes
and went on "My friends have them and all they seem to talk about is how
much trouble boys are.  I mean they always want to ...  do things ..."

   Bob smiled inside.  "Of course they do honey, that's what boys are made
for.  They see a beautiful filly like you and they want to make babies. 
It's perfectly normal."

   "But I don't think I'm ready for that." she complained.  "And besides, I
don't know how to act around boys.  I mean they want to do things and they
want girls to do things to them and ...  I don't know what all.  All I know
is that I feel stupid even talking to a boy.  I've been out on three dates
and I didn't have fun on any of them because I didn't know how to act."
Suddenly she was teary eyed and sniffling.

   Bob reached out and put his arm around her, pulling her against him. 
She snuggled in and moaned "I need lessons or something." Suddenly she
turned her face to Bob.  "You!" she yipped.  "You could give me lessons on
what to do with a boy.  Oh please, Uncle Bobbie, pleeaase."

   Bob considered it for a minute and his cock began to stiffen.  The idea
was quite nice, but he knew it wouldn't work.  "I don't think so, honey."
She began to argue and he drove on.  "You're young and I'm old, and it
wouldn't be right.  I'd have to touch you and you'd have to touch me and
society says you're too young for that."

   She bristled.  "I don't care what society says.  I'm almost a woman, and
I don't care how old you are.  I trust you Uncle Bob and I wouldn't mind it
one bit if you touched me." She glared at him, then turned on the injured
little girl eyes that worked so well on him.  "Oh please, Uncle Bob.  You
don't have to do anything you don't want to and if I get scared or nervous
I'll tell you about it.  But guys keep asking me out and I keep making up
excuses not to go because I just know I'll do or say something stupid and
they'll laugh at me." There were tears in her eyes again.

   Bob melted.  She was so beautiful, so fresh, so innocent.  He kissed the
tears in her eyes and hugged her.  Her arms went around his neck.  When he
pulled back, all he could see was her serious gaze and her ruby plump lips.
He decided to kiss her and was suddenly lost, sinking down into her being
as her lips moved against his.  It was a good kiss.  When they broke her
eyes were round and wide and she was panting.  "Wow, Uncle Bob.  That was
some kiss.  Is that how I should kiss a boy?"

   Bob smiled and said "That was nothing, honey.  OK, I'll teach you a few
things, but the thought of those boys pawing you makes me feel a little ...
I don't know ...  jealous maybe, so I don't want you to go too far with any
of them unless I think you're ready.  OK?"

   "Whatever you say" she bubbled.  "Can we start now?"

   Bob thought about the bed he'd set up in the back room several years
ago. He'd put it in there so he could sleep over at the station if he
wanted to.  It was private, and comfortable.  They'd be uninterrupted for
as long as they wanted.  He wasn't completely sure he'd be able to control
himself, though.  She was a delectable little thing.  "What about your
parents, Chrissy?  Won't they be expecting you home soon?"

   "No.  They went to this thing down in Branson where people show them a
condo and they get to stay there for the weekend and swim and golf and all
that stuff.  They're thinking about buying one.  I don't think they'll be
back until Sunday night."

   He made his decision.  "OK.  We'll start your lessons tonight.  But we
can't go too far Chrissy.  You have to understand that.  This is
touchy-feely only, OK?  We can't, like actually have sex or anything.  It
wouldn't be right, and besides, I don't have a rubber or anything and we
don't need to be worried about getting you pregnant.  How does that sound?"

   She looked at him very seriously.  "OK." she said simply.

   He took here to the back room and put on some soft music.  He started by
just standing in front of her, holding her hands in his.  "Guys will be
ready to do sexual things when they first pick you up for your date.  But
you shouldn't just jump right into that.  Sex can be a wonderful thing, but
you need to have some feelings for each other before you go that far.  So
the first thing you should do is get to know each other." She nodded and he
went on.  "Talk about all kinds of things.  Ask him questions about himself
and he'll talk for hours.  Talk about movies you liked and didn't like,
cars, jobs, all that kind of thing.  Probably the first thing you should do
physically is dance."

   He took Chrissy in his arms and began to sway back and forth.  She put
her arms around him and pressed her body against his.  She felt so soft and
warm.  Her pointed titties were pressing into his chest and he started to
get hard.  He dropped his hands to her buttocks.  She burrowed her face
into his neck and went "Mmmmmmm, that feels nice." He began to rub her ass
cheeks, going up and down, and then in circles.  He dipped down below her
short skirt and slid his hands up onto her panty-covered ass.  Now he was
feeling those purple panties he had seen so many times that day.

   "This is probably the first thing the boys will try to do with you." he
said in her ear.  You can send them a message by allowing it, or stopping
them." He slid his hands into the waistband of her panties, cupping her
naked buns.

   "Mmmmmmmmmm" she said again, and ground her pussy into his boner.  "What
else might they try, Uncle Bob?"

   "They'll want you to lie down while they kiss you" he said huskily, and
pulled her to the bed.  She willingly sunk down with him and sought his
lips with hers.  He tongued her mouth and she opened for him.  Again, he
slid one hand inside her panties and cupped her butt cheek while he sucked
her tongue.  Then he slid that hand around her hip and nestled it into the
vee of her crotch.  Chrissy spread her legs and moaned into his mouth.

   Bob broke the kiss.  "They'll want to do this while you're lying down
with them." Then he wiggled his middle finger into her pussy lips, finding
them slick and willing to open for him.  He hooked the fat finger, digging
it into her pussy and she hissed as he applied pressure to her little teen
clit.

   "Ohhhhhhh, Uncle Bob, that feels really nice" she said as her hips rose
up off the bed.

   "Do you ever do this to yourself, Chrissy?" he asked as he slid the
finger into her deeper.

   "Mmmmmm, sometimes" she said softly.  "When I'm in bed, alone, at
night."

   "Well, the boys will want to do this to you until you cum on their
finger.  They'll want to suck your titties too while they do it."

   "Ahhhhhhhhh" groaned Chrissy, her hips now bouncing up and down as she
wiggled on his intruding finger.  "Maybe you should do that ...  so I'll
know what to expect."

   He started to pull her shirt up, but she suddenly sat up and stripped
naked in less than 30 seconds.  She looked at him with hot eyes.  "It'll be
more comfortable this way."

   Now she lay beside him, her legs wide open, so he could continue his
"lessons".  His prick was painfully hard now.  He slid two fingers in her
untried pussy and feasted on her nipples.  Chrissy had interesting nipples.
Her areolas were puffy and large, and it was hard to actually see the
nipple itself.  It blended into the dark flesh around it.  As he licked and
sucked the puffy bumps, though, the nipples began to define and soon they
spiked out, red and angry looking.  He pinched one while he sucked the
other and Chrissy groaned.

   "And then, they'll want you to play with their penis." he said, between
nibbles on her engorged milk nubs.

   "I've never seen one of those" she whispered, panting.

   Again there was a flurry of activity as she unbuttoned his shirt, undid
his belt and stripped all the clothing from his body.  "I wouldn't do this
with a boy" she said as she pulled off his pants.  "But you're different
and these are lessons." She stared at his prick as it came into view, long,
slightly bent, pointed.  It was dripping with milky leakage.  "What's
that?" she said, pointing at it.

   "That's sperm, honey.  That's what we don't want to get up inside your
pussy.  It could make you pregnant.  But you can help the boys out other
ways."

   Bob taught her more.  Soon she was jacking his cock with her little teen
hands.  She didn't mind kissing and sucking his knob and he found she was
an excellent cock sucker.  She didn't take the whole shaft, but that was OK
because what she did to the head was amazing.  "You taste good" she said at
one point, and he almost came in her mouth.

   "Boys really like to shoot their sperm in a girl's mouth" he said "but a
lot of girls don't like the taste."

   "I do" she said, and attacked the head again.  He slid two fingers into
her and poked them deep.  He hadn't felt anything that seemed to be a
hymen, and she hadn't complained when he got two fingers in her.  If it had
already torn that would make getting a prick in her much easier.  Then his
head jerked.  What was he thinking?  He couldn't do that to her.  He
decided to let her suck him to completion.

   But Chrissy had other ideas.  "Uncle Bob?  Isn't there something like
this boys can do to the girl?"

   Bob wanted to cum badly, but he pushed that thought aside.  "Sure honey.
Want me to do that for you?"

   "Uh huh" she said shyly.  He positioned her on her back, knees up and
spread.  Her pussy was puffy and pink, nestled in her blond curly pubes. 
Now he sucked and chewed on her pussy lips and attacked her clitty with his
tongue.

   Chrissy found something she knew instantly she'd love for the rest of
her life.  "Ohhhhhhh ....  Uncle Bob ....  that's so ....  nice ...  Oh
.... Ohhhhhhhhhhh ...  AHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE!!" She slid effortlessly into an
orgasm and pushed her pussy into his face.  He bit her clit lightly as her
hips went crazy.

   Finally she was done and he kissed his way up her belly, sucking in both
nipples lightly, and then ending up at her mouth.  "You know what I taste
like.  This is what you taste like." When he finished kissing her he
thought he'd better get his prick back in her mouth soon or he'd have a
case of the blue balls.

   Chrissy was looking at him with those serious eyes again.  "Isn't there
anything else the boys will want to do to me?" she said.

   "Of course they'd love to get their stiff pricks into your sweet pussy"
he said, but you mustn't let them do that."

   "Not even with a rubber on?" she said in a husky sexy voice.

   "Not even then" said Bob.  "Rubbers can break and you don't need some
pimply boy's baby in your belly.

   "But I want to know what THAT is like too." she complained.  "Can't you
put YOURS in?  Just a little?  Just so I can understand?

   "Ohhhh sweetie, I'd love to, but my prick is all covered with sperm
right now.

   Chrissy pushed him down, sat up and attacked his member with her mouth.
Now she DID slide her lips all the way down his shaft, sucking as she
pulled back up and off of him.  She did it three more times and looked up
at him.  "It's all clean now.  Please?  Just a little?"

   Bob knew he shouldn't.  Had he come, in her mouth or otherwise, he might
have been able to resist.  But his mind wasn't working very well.  As
usual, when a man's balls were full, his mind was empty.  Chrissy lay back
down, here thighs open and inviting.  "Please, Uncle Bob?" She was pulling
him toward the saddle.

   He mounted her.  He looked down.  Just as his prick head touched her
open labia, he saw another large drop of milky white spooge well up.  It
dripped off of his prick tip, right into her open pussy.  He groaned,
trying to make himself get up and away from her.  But her virgin puss was a
magnet.  He slid his boner into her, stopping halfway.

   Chrissy grunted as her pussy was stretched by a prick for the first
time. It didn't hurt, exactly, but there was pressure like she'd never felt
before.  She spread her legs wider.  Bob pulled back a little and slid
further in.  Twice more and his pubes meshed with hers.  She was a woman
now.  She had a cunt full of cock.  Chrissy found something else she knew
she'd want to do every day for the rest of her life.

   Bob had too.  She was delicious.  She was hot and wet.  Her pussy
gobbled his prick.  He leaked more stuff into her.  Suddenly he knew he
would cum, and that he would cum inside her.  With that thought he pushed
harder, probing her depths, jamming his prick head into her cervix.  "This
is what the boys will want to do the most" he gasped.

   Chrissy couldn't believe the feelings in her pussy.  She felt them in
her whole body - especially in her nipples.  "I can see why" she gasped
back.

   Bob pulled almost out, looked her in the eye, and began to fuck Chrissy.
With long strong strokes he reamed her out.  She had an orgasm after the
sixth stroke and whined.  When he felt her pussy quiver and knew she was
there he jammed in and held it there as his hips went in circles, massaging
her clit with his pubic bone.  Her cervix nipped and munched at his prick
tip.  Bob gave up his last control and let the sap rise.  With his prick
tip peeking into Chrissy's teenaged womb, Bob's boner swelled and fired
it's first salvo of baby makers into her young body.  As the long ropes of
sticky cum shot from his boner into his young niece, Bob instinctively knew
that he'd be doing this again - as often as she'd spread her legs for him.
He knew there would be consequences, but he didn't care.  He felt his
nerves and muscles synchronize as he pumped her full of his sperm,
fertilizing her garden with his seed.

   He was right.  Chrissy, after she got her first cunt-full of hard prick,
wanted some every day.  And every day she led him to the back room of the
station, where she lay back on that bed, thrillingly naked, legs spread for
him and let him fuck her full of his seed.  She knew he was cumming in her.
He told her each and every time.  She could feel it.  But she loved her
Uncle and didn't care.

   Chrissy, now knowing exactly what the boys would want to do with her on
dates, decided she was too young to date.  She'd wait a while.

   At least until after the baby came.


   
