Message-ID: <[email protected]>
X-Original-To: [email protected]
Delivered-To: [email protected]
X-Original-Message-ID: <[email protected]>
X-Originating-Email: [[email protected]]
From: "E. Z. Riter" <[email protected]>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
X-Priority: 3
X-MSMail-Priority: Normal
X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1478
X-OriginalArrivalTime: 10 Apr 2006 19:55:37.0247 (UTC) FILETIME=[BC89B2F0:01C65CD8]
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2006 14:32:42 -0500
Subject: {ASSM} [deirdre fest]{EZ} Seduction (Mf lolita inc preg)
Lines: 348
Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2006 08:10:03 -0400
Approved: <[email protected]>
X-Archived-At: <URL:>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <[email protected]>
X-Story-Submission: <[email protected]>
X-Moderator-ID: emigabe, dennyw

This is fiction intended for legal adults readers. If it is not legal, DO
NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work.  Reposting or any other use strictly
prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder,
except may be posted as part of a review or posted to my pre-approved

Copyright 2006 by E. Z. Riter

E mail address: [email protected]

Please!        Give me your comments!

The works of E.Z. Riter are archived at and at ( And at

(deirdre style)

By E. Z. Riter

Deirdre had plans. *Big* plans, and today was the day she was going to
implement them.

She was awake when her Mother kissed her goodbye on Monday morning, but she
pretended she was asleep. She got up when her mother left, but stayed in her
room, quiet as a mouse, until she heard Janie's car drive away. With her
Mother off to work and Janie, her older sister, off to her junior college
summer school classes, Deirdre was *alone* in the house with her Uncle John.

Deirdre stood in her bathroom surveying herself in the mirror and thought,
"Uncle John doesn't stand a chance. I'll *seduce* him before lunch."

She was beautiful. Blue, sloe eyes, heart shaped face, clear skin lightly
tanned, long, shapely legs, and hair, gorgeous, tumbling, shining, healthy,
free-spirited, spilling and spiraling strawberry blonde hair. High, hard
breasts, not fully mature like her mother's or her sister's, but, even now,
filling a B-cup. Flat, almost concave, stomach. Tiny waist. Hard ass, high,
molded by nature and exercise.

She had thought about this day since she was...oh, how old? She'd *wanted*
Uncle John as long as she could remember. Her mother and sister flirted with
him. Deirdre flirted, too, prancing and preening before him. She had no
doubt he loved her and thought she was beautiful, but he had gently defused
her erotic offerings of herself. She knew, absolutely knew, she'd given him
*erections*, only to have her mother and sister reap the benefits.

She had planned for this day not knowing when it would come. Uncle John
visited them several times a year, but randomly at his pleasure. When he had
arrived Friday, he hugged and kissed her Platonically. She sat on his lap,
flirting and talking and enjoying his presence, his feel, his smell. But it
was her mother who slept with him each night. Deirdre *wanted* it to be her.

She had *shaved* her bush, although it didn't need shaving. It had been a
sparse field of soft blonde hairs. But she knew Uncle John liked it smooth
because she overheard him comment to her mother when no one knew she was
listening. Little pitchers have big ears.

She had ordered a bikini over the Internet, the kind she wouldn't *dare* buy
in a store and wouldn't think of wearing except *for him* in their own back
yard. The Internet site had called it a "lycra metallic regular tri-top and
tie-side thong bottom." She watched herself in the mirror as she put them
on. The top made her breasts appear bigger. The thong bottom barely covered
her newly-bared pussy and the back strap rubbed between the cheeks of her
ass, making her shiver.

She had cut down a pair of low-rider jeans to be shorts, carefully trimming
them until the bottom of ass cheeks were uncovered. The jean shorts were
tight enough to be sexy and loose enough for him to remove. She wiggled into
them and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Do I wear a shirt?" she thought.

It was a *tactical* decision: how much flesh to show at first. It wasn't
like he had never seen her. She couldn't remember a summer where they didn't
swim at the beach or the pool in their backyard. She had always worn
two-piece suits or modest bikinis. But the bikini top she wore now was
demanding, calling attention to her breasts like a *clarion*. Was that the
first impression to give him today or should she be subtler? Subtle won out.
She had an old white Tee shirt she inherited from Janie. It was cut off to
end just below her rib cage. Loose at the bottom, his hand could easily
slide under it to her breasts.

Shoes were last. Did she even need shoes? No, she didn't she decided. She
brushed her hair again and arranged just as she wanted it. She wore little
makeup. Uncle John liked his women natural. She knew because she overheard
him telling Janie that.

She was ready. With a self-satisfied smirk, she turned to leave, but she
stopped. She needed to do one more thing. She unzipped the jeans, jammed her
hand down her pants, and stuck a finger in her pussy. She was *wet*. She'd
been wet since she awakened that morning thinking about her seduction. She
rubbed her finger with her wetness - her scent - behind each ear. For good
measure, she wetted her finger again and doused the area between her
breasts. Now she was ready.

John Williamson stood beside the swimming pool in the backyard cleaning the
pool with the long handled leaf skimmer. He was a tall, handsome, muscular
man wearing a pair of old black boxer trunks. He enjoyed the quiet of the
day and the feel of the sun on his shoulders. He thought about Celeste, his
brother's widow, who was his mistress and had been for ten years since his
brother died. He thought about Janie, his niece who was now twenty and in
college. She was a sweet, smart young woman with a serious beau of her own.

But mostly he thought about Deirdre, his precious, precocious
fifteen-year-old niece. She had always loved him madly, with an intensity
rarely given uncles by their nieces, rarely given any man by any woman. Even
as a child, she clung to him when he was there. Now she was different.
Growing. Blooming. She was a young woman now but the intensity of her love
for him had only become brighter.

He wondered how sexually experienced she was. He knew how she looked. Any
boy of any age was attracted to a woman who had a body like hers. She
flirted with him. She always had, but before it had been the natural,
subconscious flirting of a girl to a man. Beginning with his last visit, her
flirting was more intense, more personal, and was the conscious flirtation
of a woman to a specific man. Since Friday, her desire for him was direct
and demanding. He could easily imagine her *pouty* lips wrapped around his
cock or moaning into his ear as he lay between her legs.

Before he arrived Friday, John knew Deirdre would *try* to seduce him. He
knew he would let her. Now he had a tactical decision to make: how easily
would he let himself be seduced. It wasn't a question of if. He wanted her
to seduce him. It was a question of when, and after how much time and

Deirdre's *assault* began the moment he arrived. Her kiss was more intent,
her grip on his hand more demanding. When the four of them talked after
dinner on Friday, he was in his easy chair with Deirdre curled up in his lap
like a kitten as she always did. But she quietly rubbed his chest with her
hand or adjusted her position as an excuse to grind her ass against his
cock. Saturday and Sunday brought more of the same-flirting and rubbing and
touching. He had ignored her advances as if they didn't occur.

Deirdre was sexually frustrated because he didn't respond to her. She knew
he loved her. If she had any doubt he wanted her, Saturday night when he
tucked her into bed erased them. She wore a  white baby doll nightie,
transparent and sexier than nakedness. Her nipples, erect from thinking
about him, were clearly visible. She was in bed with the covers to her neck
when he sat down beside her. But when he leaned over to kiss her good night,
she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with her tongue pushing
against his closed lips. When he disengaged her and she flopped back on the
bed, she pulled the covers down to her waist.

She was thrilled he stared at her almost naked breasts with a hungry
expression before he covered her over, kissed her chastely, and bid her good
night. The moment he shut the door, Deirdre's hands flew to her sex. She
masturbated thinking of him.

When he heard Deirdre come out of the house, he turned to look at her. He
thought of a lioness stalking her prey. Even expecting her to seduce him
today, he was stunned. He felt his cock twitch and began to rise.

"Hi, Uncle John," Deirdre called out.

Since she was too young to remember, she had run to her uncle, leaping into
his arms. She did it again, gracefully landing against him with her arms
around his neck and her legs tight around his waist. Her head was by his.
All seemingly innocent, but Deirdre knew her breasts were mashed against his
chest and he felt them. She knew the scent of her she'd carefully lathered
behind her ear was in his nose. As always, his arms were around her to
support most of her weight. One of his hands was on her bottom. She clenched
and relaxed her ass to tease him.

She always kissed him when her held her that way. Sweet, wet, little girl
kisses had given way to softer, niece-like kisses. She kissed him on the
cheek and leaned back to look in his eyes. Her passion blazed. She kissed
him hard, hungrily, grinding their lips together.

"I love you, Uncle John," she said. The way she said it, and the way he
heard it, was "I want to **fuck** you, Uncle John."

"I love you, too, Deirdre," he said.

Coquettishly, she held his eyes and she unwrapped her legs from his waist to
slide down him to stand. She felt his *erection* as it rubbed between her
legs. She smirked and tossed her head to make her hair flutter and shimmer
in the light. She stepped away from him.

"What are you going to do today," she asked.

"Lounge around," he replied.

"Can I do it with you?" she asked.

"Sure, honey," he said.

"Want something to drink?" she asked.

"A Coke would be great," he replied.

He watched her walk toward the house, knowing her ass twitching was strictly
for his viewing pleasure. He smiled and returned to his pool cleaning. When
she returned with their drinks, she unfolded beach towels and spread them
side by side in the soft grass. It was a test of sorts. Would he sit in the
lounge chair nearby or lie on the towels with her?

He sat down on the towels beside her and sipped on his drink. She sat on her
bottom with her legs extended. She looked at them and said, "How do you like
my tan?" Deirdre was one of the fortunate ones whose skin changed from white
to a golden, nutty tan in the sun. She tightened the muscles in her thighs,
drawing his attention to her legs and displaying their definition.

"Looks good," he replied.

"I do need to work on it some more," she said.

Deirdre had noticed his erection had subsided while she was getting their
drinks. She wanted him hard again, so it was time for her next move. She
quickly moved to rest on her knees facing him. She grabbed the hem on her
top and pulled it over her head. She knew her breasts under the tiny bikini
top would be in his face. She wished she could have seen his face when he
first saw them, but she heard his tiny gasp and smiled behind the shirt.

She tossed the shirt aside. He was still looking at her breasts, but he
forced his eyes to meet hers.

"Something wrong?" she asked innocently.

"I don't think I've seen that top before," he said. They both knew if he'd
seen it, he would have remembered it.

"I bought it *just* for *you*," she said. "Now's the *time* to go for it,"
she thought.

She lay back with her legs toward him, planted her feet on the ground,
raised her hips, and slid off her shorts. The tiny triangular strip of
material covering her virginal pussy was *pointed* directly at him. She knew
he could see it was wet from wanting him. Feet widely spread, she watched
him through her bent knees. A gold embossed *invitation* would not have been
more direct. She saw his face and knew her seduction was nearly complete.

"Do you want me to put the sun-tan lotion on your back?" he asked. He tried
to sound nonchalant, but his throat was tight.

"I want you to fuck me, you silly man," Deirdre thought. "Yes, please," she

She laid on her stomach with her legs slightly spread, pulled her hair up to
expose the long lines of her back, and waited, wondering what he'd do. Her
ass tightened and relaxed. She didn't do it intentionally. Her body was
signaling her need. When he pulled the strings of her bikini top, she almost
giggled. She felt his the coolness of the oil and the warm strength of his
hands on her shoulders. He lathered her from neck to waist before bypassing
the hot wet center of her need to do her legs. She felt his hand on her
calf. His fingers tightened, testing her muscles. His hand slid up her legs,
caressing her thigh. But then he stopped.

Deirdre couldn't see him. She couldn't feel him. She wondered what he was
doing and why he didn't touch her - take her, then, there. She decided to
encourage him a little. She spread her legs wider.

"You haven't put the lotion on my bottom. I wouldn't want it to get red,"
she said.

"I would," he said with a chuckle. "You have a delicious ass, a perfect ass.
An ass that deserves my hand."

She rolled on her right side to look at him, her eyes unblinking as she
evaluated what he'd said. She rolled back on her belly again, reached back
to undo the ties on her bikini bottoms, and folded her arms under her head.
Her legs were spread even wider than before.

"I meant red from the *sun*," she said. "If you'd like to redden my ass with
your hand, well, I'm sure I'd like it. I'd like anything you do to me."

"Tell me about the boys in your life," he said.

"Why? They're only boys," she replied. "Anyway, I've been saving myself for
*my* man."

"Yours?" he asked.

"Yes. **Mine**," she said emphatically.

"Do I know him?" he asked.

She snorted and said, "Are you going to oil my bottom?"

Uncle John *slapped*  one of her asscheeks with the flat of his hand.
Deirdre squealed and reached back to protect her exposed bottom. He grabbed
her wrists, crossed them behind her, and easily held them in one hand. He
swatted her ass again, a series of rapid, relatively light slaps, enough to
*sting* and *stimulate* but not hurt. Deirdre's ass was clenching and
unclenching in rhythm to his blows. He could tell she was getting close to
orgasm, so he stopped. She *moaned* pitifully.

John covered his hands in lotion and took one of Deirdre's asscheeks in each
hand. He began to knead. His thumbs slid upward, tracing the line of crack,
brushing the tender bud of her anus. Deirdre's legs opened further. His
hands slid down the back of her thighs and upward again. Soon, Deirdre was
moaning and her breath came in little puffs. She couldn't open her legs any
wider. She pushed her ass upward to meet his hands. He toyed with her. She
whined and squirmed and kept raising her ass to him until she was on her
knees with her head on the towel. With his palms against her ass, his
fingers stroked her labia, which were engorged and wet. The smell of her sex
came in waves.

"It might hurt, you know," he said gently.

"I know and I don't care," she murmured. "I want you to fuck me."

He stood and extended his hand. They held hands as they went into the house
and up the stairs into the master bedroom. The king-sized bed was still
unmade, the sheets rumpled.

He lifted her into the air and gently laid her back in the middle of the
bed. Her eyes were wide and needy as he knee-walked between her legs. "Like
this," he said softly as he raised her legs and pushed her knees back toward
her breasts.

He kissed her bare breasts, kissed down her belly to kiss her pussy. He
flicked her clitoris with his tongue and she jerked. She was dripping wet.
He kissed his way back up to her mouth. He kissed her lips brutally, taking
them, raping her mouth with his, and driving his tongue deeply in her. She
gasped and melted, eyes languid, as he guided his cock to her pussy.

She opened her legs wider as he rubbed his cock back and forth on her pussy
before nuzzling his cock head between her labia. Slowly so he wouldn't hurt
her, he began working his cock in her virgin tunnel. No hymen hindered his
advance. When he was all the way in, he slowly pulled out and began to fuck

He loved the way she felt, the tightness and the heat. He loved her murmurs
to him and how she told him a hundred times she loved him. He wondered if
that love was real or just need. He knew she orgasmed more than once, and
that she would dearly love sex.

Deirdre was ecstatic. Fucking her Uncle John was ever more wonderful that
she imagined. After he came in her and lay beside her, she wondered where
she'd spend that night, and when they would fuck again. She knew no other
man would ever touch her because she was his and he was hers. She *would*
see to that.

Her mother had put her on the birth control pill six months earlier. Deirdre
guessed Uncle John knew that and it was why he didn't use a condom. But only
Deirdre knew her birth control pills had been dutifully flushed down the
toilet. She wondered if Uncle John's seed was already planted in an egg in
her womb, and what pregnancy and childbirth really felt like.

She smiled and wrapped her fingers around his soft cock. She sucked his cock
head between her lips, enjoying the taste of them together. She sucked his
cock and played with his balls until his cock stood proud and tall and ready
for her.

"Can I be on top this time, Uncle John?" she asked sweetly.

The End

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
| ------ send stories to: <[email protected]>|
| FAQ: <> Moderators: <[email protected]> |
|ASSM Archive at <>   Hosted by <//> |
|Discuss this story and others in; look for subject {ASSD}|