“Oh, hello!”
I tried to keep a straight face when the gorgeous college sophomore answered the door to my niece’s dorm room. Two things had taken me by surprise: First, she wasn’t my niece. Second, she was wearing nothing but a short bathrobe.
“Hi,” I stammered, trying not to let my eyes linger too long on her smooth, young legs or the cleavage exposed by the top of her robe.
“Sorry, I just got out of the shower,” she said with an innocent smile, setting her hair brush on one of the two desks in the dorm room. She was old enough to know what kind of effect she had on men, and she knew that she was having that effect on me. “So you’re Becca’s uncle, huh? Sam?”
“That’s me,” I said. “Sam.”
“Ah. Well, I’m Claire, Becca’s roommate. Come on in.” She turned and walked into her room, her hips swaying as she went. I took a depth breath and walked in, expecting to see my niece waiting inside.
But the dorm room was empty, other than two lofted beds, two desks and a worn out couch.
“Oh, Becca said she would be back soon,” Claire responded, seeing the confusion on my face. “She asked me to entertain you while you waited. Stuck on a group project, you know?”
“Oh, I remember,” looking over the textbooks on her shelf. “It wasn’t THAT long ago that I was in college.”
I sat down on their small couch and Claire sat at her desk chair. She crossed her long legs, but her robe still revealed much of the highest parts of her perfect thighs. I couldn’t help but look even though I knew she would see.
“Not that long ago, huh?” she asked, looking me up and down. “And you went here, right? You probably spent a lot of time in girls’ dorm rooms like this one, huh.”
“Not as much as I would have liked,” I answered, without thinking.
She shot me a sideways glance, surprised at my forthcoming response. “I find that hard to believe,” she taunted, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward on her elbows. Her robe hung down, framing a window to the space between her young, firm breasts.
“Why’s that?” I asked her, lowering my voice.
“Well… you’re just… very doable,” she said, with the directness only a college student could have. I’m not sure that this is how Becca had intended for Claire to spend her time with me, but I wasn’t complaining.
Just then, Claire’s phone vibrated on the desk next to her. Her eyes lit up and she quickly typed a response before looking up at me. She stood up, walked over to the couch, and settled down next to me.
“Becca says she’s going to be another hour,” she said in a hushed voice. “Don’t worry… I told her to take her time.” Her hand slowly stroked the lapel of her robe.
“I see,” I said, my eyes following her hand trace the soft fabric covering her breasts. She crossed her legs, exposing the smooth inside of her thigh from under her robe.
She leaned in close. “So… how do you want to pass the time?” Our faces were just a few inches apart as she peered into my eyes. Her hand pulled the lapel of her robe open, exposing her left breast. I moved my hand to her other lapel, gently pulling it aside so both her breasts were now exposed. I cupped one in my hand, massaging it gently. My other hand tugged at cloth tie looped around her hips. It unfurled easily, allowing her robe to fall open. Her body was now completely exposed, and it was perfect.
I leaned in to kiss her, one hand on her breast and another on the back of her head. Her hands sprung into action, undoing the buttons on my shirt and ripping it from my shoulders. I kissed her neck and shoulders as she pulled my zipper and worked my jeans over my hips. I felt her harm hands cup my growing thickness through my boxer briefs.
She leaned down and hooked both her thumbs in the wasitband of my underwear. As she pulled them down, my erect cock sprung towards her face, grazing her chin.
She grinned broadly and wrapped her fingers around the head of my penis, pulling it up towards my stomach. I squirmed as she drug her tongue along the underside of my hard member, tracing lines of saliva up and down my urethra, pausing at the top to swirl her tongue around the head and pausing at the bottom to envelop my balls, one at a time, inside her mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I blurted, reacting to the tingling sensation she was sending throughout my body. My cock twitched with the repeated teasing; I wanted — needed — something more.
It was like she read my mind. Claire kissed the head of my dick one last time before opening her mouth and sliding her wet lips around my cock, swallowing nearly my full length.
“Yes, that’s it,” I encouraged. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Claire.” She cooed, my cock still in her mouth, sending vibrating pleasure up my spine. Her tongue darted around my shaft. I took one of her hands and moved it to my balls. She got the hint and gently fondled them with her fingers.
“Oh, Claire, yeah,” I mumbled. “Fuck, that’s good.” I let her work for two or three minutes, enjoying my view of this beautiful college student working between my legs. Then I cupped her chin with my hand and pulled her up for another kiss. Her work had left her sweaty, leaving a salty taste on her lips.
“It’s your turn now,” I whispered into her ear. I positioned her on the couch and kneeled between her legs. My hands fingers slid along her thighs and gently pushed her knees apart, revealing her inviting, glistening labia.
I admired them only for a moment before I leaned in to kiss and lick the outer edges of her pussy. I started gently at first, but soon I flattened my tongue and drug it across the length of her slit, from bottom to top, pausing at the end to flick her clit with my curled tongue. She squirmed with delight, forcing me to hold her hips down as she tried to buck against my mouth. The delicious taste of her sex coated my tongue and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils.
“Oh, Sam. Oh! Sam…” She was moaning my name now, her hands grasping at my hair. I plunged my tongue inside of her, parting her labia and pressing my nose against her engorged button. I moved my face in small circles while wiggling my tongue inside her. She moaned again and pushed her hips into me. “Yes…” I felt a shimmer travel through her body as she came.
I continued to lick and kiss her, pausing every so often to rub her sensitive little clit with my thumb. She moaned a little louder, and I found myself hoping these dorm room walls were thicker than when I went to school.
“Oh, Sam… that’s so good…” she whimpered. I hummed my approval while sucking her clit. “Oh… Sam, I want you…” I kept working, enjoying the feeling of power I got by making her squirm and wiggle with each lick.
She pulled at my head. “Come here, Sam… Please… I want you inside of me.”
I relented. I stood up and kneeled beside her on the couch. She got to her knees, too, and I gently turned her so he was facing away from me. I pulled the robe off of her shoulders and tossed it to the dorm room floor.
“Mmm, fuck me, baby,” she pleaded. She tugged at my stiff cock, already between her legs, grinding the top of my shaft against her swollen pussy lips. I kissed her cheek and under her neck before guiding her to lean forward on top of a couple of pillows in front of her. She complied willingly, bending over in front of me and sticking her ass in the air.
My cock yearned to be inside her, straining against her wetness. But something was wrong. I was so wrapped up in the moment, I had forgotten about protection.
“Shit. Do you have a condom?” I asked, still grinding my manhood against her slippery cunt.
“No… don’t worry about it.” She reached back and stroked my dick between her legs.
“But, Claire…” I trailed off.
“Just fuck me, Sam,” she demanded, wiggling her ass against my swollen hardness. My mind wasn’t convinced, by my primal need to bury myself inside the beautiful woman bent over before me was simply too much. Besides, it’s what she wanted.
I reached down and guided the head of my cock to her glistening opening, sopping wet with my saliva and her natural juices. With both hands on her young hips, I pushed inside of her.
“Oh… Oh, God.” I felt her falter as my thick rod probed her depths. “Oh, fuck, Sam. Oh…” She moved her ass in a circle, getting used to the feeling of me buried deep inside her.
We briefly parted before I pushed into her again. Again, she moaned. And again, I relished the feeling of my bare cock inside her warm, wet, unprotected pussy.
My thrusting slowly gathered steam, and soon our bodies were banging together with audible force. She met each one of my thrusts with her own, her pussy hungrily enveloping my cock over and over. I reached down and played with her clit.
She looked back at me, biting her lip. “Sam…” I sped up the pace of my hips and fingers. “Oh! Sam!” She convulsed, shuddering as a second orgasm overtook her. Her pussy grabbed and throbbed around my cock, sending me to the edge.
“Claire… baby… I’m going to cum…”
“Yeah…” she encouraged. Her orgasm was still in full force. “Give it… to me.”
“You want it inside of you?”
“I… don’t care… just… don’t… stop…”
I thrust two, maybe three more times, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. I dug my fingers into her hips, holding myself inside her. My cock spasmed hard, sending three separate streams of my cum towards her unprotected womb, coating her insides and filling her pussy.
My balls empty, I withdrew my softening cock from her flooded pussy. Some of my excess cum fell out of her quivering hole and onto the dorm room couch below.
Claire’s knees wobbled as I helped her to her feet. She looked at me sheepishly before regaining her balance. Steadying herself, she got on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. “Maybe we should do this again?”
I smiled and wrote my hotel and room number on a slip of paper. “After dinner?” I handed it to her and gave her another kiss on the cheek.
Still naked, she sauntered over to her desk, and looked down at her phone. “OH SHIT!” she yelled. She gathered my clothes and pushed them into my chest. “Becca’s on her way. Get dressed! She’ll be here any minute.”
I quickly got dressed and covered the stains my semen had left on the couch with a stray pillow. Claire dove into the closet. She came out in a pair of yoga pants and sweatshirt just as I heard the keys in the door.
The door swung open. “Uncle Sam!” my niece exclaimed, wrapping me in a big hug. “I’m so sorry I’m late.”
Her eyes wandered the room. “Claire… this place is a mess! Your clothes are everywhere… and the couch…” She rolled her eyes at me as she picked up Claire’s robe and threw it in the closet. Claire and I made eye contact and tried to keep from laughing while my niece’s back was turned.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Let’s go get something to eat. Claire, do you want to join us?”
“No, that’s okay,” she responded. “But… Becca?”
“Yes?” My niece put her backpack down.
Claire looked at me. “I probably won’t be here when you get back. Just letting you know.”
“Oooh, how mysterious!” my niece said. “Well, have fun! I’ll see you in the morning.”
Becca and I left for dinner. And I resolved to come see my niece at college much more often.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/m98u36/my_nieces_roommate_mf_age_difference
Oooh this is a good one!!!