What a fucking cock tease Emily was! Only 19, our niece staying with us for the summer, she was always bringing back men. She made my wife Pamela stare. The young bitch out ranked my wife, she had so much sex appeal. She made Pamela wonder and muse. Fuck, that wasn’t a good idea.

Emily Bannister, aged just nineteen, taking a gap year before university came to stay with us. It was she insisted a part of growing up to let your blonde hair down for a while, before you knuckled down to study. Medicine wasn’t like other degrees. You worked your socks off, so a year spent with Aunt Pamela and Uncle John, on the coast, in Cornwall, well, that seemed perfect. It must have been ten years since I had last seen Emily. Back then, at a wedding I think, she had been a bespectacled, preppy kid with a rather superior attitude towards grown ups. Back then, naturally her tits hadn’t budded, her ass hadn’t taken on a curve, she was just a nauseous kid. A different model drove up to our house ten years later, in a little blue BMW Z4. Preppy Emily has become Ms Emily. The superior attitude was still all there, but hell, it was now toted around in a woman’s body. My niece had pert tits, a great ass in designer jeans and her face teased the shit out of you with every glance. I remember, I was gardening out front. Pamela was baking and saw the roadster draw up across the gravel. Her facer fell when she saw the class of woman who stepped out. Emily looked like a woman who deserved to have all of the very best cock in town. She was a spoilt little bitch, mummy and daddy had seen to that. Spoilt little bitches get fucked, because they’re used to getting all that they want.

I didn’t hug my niece given my dirty hands, but she smiled broadly and insisted on kissing me on my lips. That was how kissing should be she had said as a youngster. Emily even then didn’t approve of grown up air kisses. I remember the look on Pam’s face in the window. Watching Emily kiss me she knew that the youngster outclassed her. Women know these things just as sharply as they know what happens when another woman wearing the same dress turns up at a social. It invites comparison. Women are always comparing themselves to other women. Don’t let them tell you that a woman dresses sexy simply to attract men. She dresses that way to outclass other women. There are talons on the ends of women’s fingers. Pam came out to greet the visitor. She was flustered. Emily though was cool and suggested that ‘John’ could take her case up to her her room whilst they had tea together. That was it, wasn’t it. A young, fecund and attitude poowerful bitch knows that men will do their bidding. Its all to do with the power of cunt. They know what they have between their sweet young thighs and they know that men crave it.Having registered the looks, it is time to manipulate the men. I did as bade whilst Emily ushered my wife indoors. I sensed it immediately, my young niece was intent on becoming mistress of the house for the holidays.

That first week I watched Emily dominate my wife. They did some things together, going out for coffee, shopping some down in the better stores. It was time to ‘freshen’ my wife’s admittedly dowdy wardrobe. New items appeared there, skirts with incredibly short hems, some blouses in suggestive material. I came to bed one night and Pam wore a new black basque. It made me want to fuck my wife. For the first time in months I wanted her. I fumbled of course. I was way too coarse about it and Pam pushed me away. ‘You have to lick me first’ she insisted and it was like listening to Emily’s voice. Bitch niece had got to her. ‘Lick me’ made her sound like an ice cream. What Emily had probably coached was that John was required to ‘lick my cunt’ first. But Pam was unpractised. Still I did it. I slid down the bed and gently teasing my wife’s legs apart I delicately licked at Pamela’s heavily bushed sex. I pictured her stepping out of Emily’s Z4 a rather more sensual and sophisticated woman than she had seemed these last years. It made my cock stiff. Once my mouth was moving eargerly against her sex Pam’s hands gently pressed me back. Her fingers worked slowly between her luxurious hair and labia and she bared the peachy interior. There, there was her clitty, big and now engorged with blood. ‘You have to lick it’ she said, clearly conveying the lesson that she had been given. I licked and sucked it gently, feeling the pulse throb within. She started to grind against my face and i knew that she wished she was Emily. She wished that she looked like that sexy little bitch. She wished she had the insoouciant attitude and the powerful sex appeal. I wished that she was Emily too, young, highly intelligent, heading for a great career, from a privileged background, accepting of all the adoration that inevitably came.

‘Emily said that you would probably masturbate…thinking about her’ Pamela breathed, locking her legs about my ears and writhing.

‘What?!’ I managed to get the word out, even though I was intent on pleasuring. What sort of converrsation did these women have whilst shopping?

‘Emily said that we have to be honest. That is how men are…they want cunt and if you have a pretty cunt and a pert bottom’ Pamela was murmuring words, musing the memory of conversation and dragging my face against her slit.

Christ that made my cock jerk against the bed.

‘I’ve said that Em can bring boyfriends back to the house John…she’s highly sexed and likes cock’. Pam was almost delirious. I’d hoped that it was my tonguing, but I suspect that it was as much to do with the mind blowing sensualty of my fucking niece and her attitudes.

I suckled on Pam’s clitty. I tongued it up and down like a mouth organ. Her body locked against me and I ejaculated all over the sheets as she tugged my head this way and that.

The boyfriend visits started the following week. If Emily had a type that she liked he was always rather muscular and fit. The guys who came to the house had well worked biceps and quads. I hated the men coming. I hated the casual way that they sauntered through the house. I hated the way they took beers from the cooler without a by your leave. i hated the way that they kissed my niece. I told myself that she was too young for that kind of man. They looked so big and aggressive. Weren’t you meant to have some puppy love before you arrived at that particular station? The men were never introduced to me. It was as if I ran a bed and breakfast, the cook, gardener and drinks replenisher. They would arrive back from a town bar, holding hands and then my niece slipping in to the sexual embrace. The fuckers hands always went too her pert butt in those skin tight jeans. Her innocent looks up into their eyes always provoked the most savage necking sessions. The men took her up to bed and then the frame would knock rhythmically against the wall. Bang, bang, bang the rapping rhythm of their greedy aggressive sex.

I lay in bed with Pam in the next door, master bedroom and listened to the almost nightly music. I felt the sweat break out on my brow. Our niece was noisy, she responded volubly with mewing calls of deep satisfaction. The more Emily fucked, and fucked hard, the more of an indictment it seemed. Why the hell didn’t I fuck like that?! Why wasn’t I as masculine as they were?! I pictured their thick cocks working massively back and forth inside her, her throat exposed to their searching kisses.

‘Stop fretting’ my wife whispered. Her words were sleepy but she was still awake. She was listening too. ‘Emily is young, very attractive and she likes to fuck.’

I looked at Pam. There wasn’t the alarm on her face now, the look that she had given when Emilhy first came to stay. There was now the quiet acceptance of my niece’s instinct, her natural authority when it came to matters of sex. it was as if my wife had suffered a mental makeover. Emily was dominating her mindset. I felt Pam’s fingers slide first onto my belly and then down to my cock. Her fingers slid through my hair and started caressing my cock until it stiffened.

‘Emily is a stunning young woman so she gets all the cock that she wants. That’s what it means…all is fair….in love and war…’ Pamela whispered.

I felt her fingers work my cock. I felt them make it an eager and frustrated little rod.

‘You fantasize don’t you…’ mused Pamela, and she kissed me signalling her affection, ‘you fantasize about fucking Emily.’

That was stupid!! The girl was my niece. The girl was 19 for goodness sake and I was into my forties. Pamela kissed me slowly and sensuously.

‘Be honest….it’s OK John…just say it’ she encouraged, kissing my ear next.

‘Yes’ I confessed. Pam’s fingers were wrecking havoc with my resistance. Next door the bang, bang, bang gave way to hard grunts and gasps.

‘It’s best you jerk…in my hand’ Pamela said quietly, stroking, stroking. I grooaned through gritted teeth.

I shook my head, but the seduction was coompulsive.

‘She wouldn’t fuck you John…you’re too old and fat.’

I kissed Pam back. Lust was stirring again next door. There were giggles and affectionate teases.

‘I need to fuck you’ I told my wife.

My wife kissed me.

‘Lick me out…imgaine that man next door had just taken me’ she taunted.

I grimaced hard. No! Next door, the bed was starting to move again.

My wife let go of my cock.

‘Emily said that I can do better…than you’ she said calmly, ‘she said that you really weren’t in my league.’

Christ i needed to touch her then. I needed Pam to touch me. I drew her hand gently back to my cock and moved around so that i could start to lick her sex for her.

The bed head was starting to knock again next door.

Fucking hell.

I licked Pamela and felt her cunt flaps move. They seemd large and rich and luxurious now. I could feel they filling with blood, I could taste the juices flowing out from her hot insides.

‘You’re going to buy me some nice clothes John, and some sexy sexy lingerie’ Pam whispered.

I licked some more. When my tongue ran up between her labia, a flood of warm, sensuous lady cum oozed onto my tongue.

‘If i bring a man home…you could sleep down on the couch….couldn’t you’ Pam mused.

She worked my cock briskly then. Tug tug tugging out my submission.

I tried to resist…..I tried…..but that sexy ittle bitch next door was inside her head. She was directing the woman’s dreams.

‘Emily says you’re the sort that submit…you don’t contest for cunt. You just kneel and watch..’ Pamela breathed huskily.

I squirted. My semen shot way up her arm. It spat thick globs of semen over her wrist and towards her upper arm.

‘Lick up his mess’ demanded Pam, pulling my face to her sex with her other hand.

Pam emptied me. Milking the semen out of me. Next door, the visitor was climaxing, grunting out his pleasure.

My wife kissed me. Her eyes seemed hypnotic as though she was transformed within. I tried to kiss her back but she teased, withdrawing her lips just out of reach.

‘Don’t be silly John…there is no need to talk about it OK? I am going to find a proper man. I’ll bring him home so he can fuck me and you can lick me clean. I want to watch you wanking, uselessly, whilst he does that.’ Pamela kissed my nose, in that be a good boy way.