The Transfer

Marc

Drinks go quickly when serious matters are being discussed sometime. Marc got up seemingly less than two minutes after bringing them their first beers, and returned from the kitchen with two more.
"Like, you didn't think I'd do something like that to you in a bad way?" he asked.
He cracked the second pair of beers and began to throw his back quickly, sitting down at the same time.
"Because, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But the truth is, Steph, I want you, and don't immediately know what to do about that. There's things I think of when I think of you...in that dress, fittingly enough...that I really want to tell you about."
 
Stephanie crossed her legs and tilted her head as she considered this, "Well, no...it's not bad. I just never considered any of it until today. It came out of the blue. But, it's not bad. I wouldn't be here with you if it was. I...the truth is...I am a little curious what could come out of all of this. The idea that you find me attractive and are so much older than me, and someone I love and respect....that's a turn on, actually."
 
Marc

This relaxed him, and he set a second empty bottle of beer back on the coffee table, paying no mind there wasn't a coaster available to absorb the perspiration.
Soon, he thought, he'd be making his own.
"That's good to hear," he said, leaning forward and turning toward Stephanie. He put his now empty left hand on her knee, and watched silently for a second as he tilted her head to one side. She was so adorable, such a girl.
He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, moving under her dress along the way. He leaned forward to her face and heard her inhale somewhat breathlessly, and kissed her.
 
The kiss started out gentle, probing but was unlike any previous kiss they'd ever had before. It ws no goodnight or hello peck, this was a sweet preemt to a passionate make-out and Stephanie felt immediately turned on as he moved closer and she felt his tongue pass her lips. She made room for him, so they could explore each other better and soon they ended up seriously making out, lying together ont he couch in a lover's embrace.
 
Marc

Stephanie's youth and exuberance for what - to nearly a middle aged man - were the slightest motions of two bodies coming into contact thrilled him. Marc hadn't dry humped a girl, a woman in so long he'd forgotten how pleasurable it was as foreplay.
He ground his midsection against her crotch, sliding his tongue alongside, over top and under hers, his hands gliding up and down her torso.
"You are amazing," he assured her between flips of his tongue. "I want you to stay here as often as you want, baby."
Marc looked down and saw the immediate result of their movements, which hiked her dress up nearly to her waist, exposing her flimsy underwear.
He wanted to taste this girl's pussy so badly he couldn't delay further. Marc took his hands, wrapped them under her thighs and through. He dipped his knees to the floor and allowed his body to follow suit. This put his face right in Stephanie's warm and humid crotch.
With his tongue he moved her panties to the side, exposing her little pussy. With one burst he lowered his head and sank his tongue deep inside her, his nose immediately grinding against her clit.
 
There had been no warning or hesitation. In only a few expert motions uncle Marc had surprised Stephanie with the warmth of his mouth devouring her pussy. She gasped at first but was soon grinding desperately against him as he worked like one who knew her most intimate parts better than she did. She'd never felt so good. Stupid Jason only did it one time and he apparently sucked at it, she decided instantly as she moaned and ground against uncle Marc's face. "Oh...oh, fuck that's so nice!"
 
Marc

He heard her say "Fuck that feels nice" and it about sent him over the edge just as he was pleasuring her. One thing he apparently hadn't thought of was the notion of Stephanie ever talking dirty while having sex.
It sent him into oral overdrive. He worked a finger, then two, into her pussy and steadily fucked her with his hand as he sucked on her clit. He sucked it between his teeth, batted it around and returned to placing pressure on it and moving it in small, tight circles against her pussy.
"Do you like it when Uncle Marc eats your pussy, Stephanie? It tastes so good, honey, I want to keep sucking on it."
He didn't wait for a response, and knew from her physical reaction he had her in a spot where he commanded complete control. He slid lower against her, and his nose slid into her pussy giving him a glorious inhale of her inner workings.
Marc's tongue then slid against her tight, tiny ass momentarily before he returned to his finger-fucking, clit sucking ways. He watched her writing on the couch and knew he wanted to experience, to show, everything to this girl. His girl.
 
Stephanie could hardly believe it, uncle Marc was eating her pussy out and talking dirty to her like she was his girlfriend, no, even hotter and dirtier, his own personal whore, and she loved every second of it, wimpering and writhing, moaning and grunting as never before. This man was amazing! "Oh....uh, uh...uncle Marc, don't stop!" she yelled, feeling his ministrations were about to bring her over the edge and she'd climax any second now. This would be new to her too, cumming at someone else's bidding than her own hand. It was so good to be with someone who knew what he was doing and wanted to show her how to do it too. She was an eager student.
 
marc

He kept up the steady stride in and out of her pussy with his two large fingers. He pressed deeper and deeper gradually, and loved watching her spread and consequently hug his fingers with her pussy.
"I want you to cum, Stephie," he calmly ordered before returning to suck her pussy. Her juices were flowing out of her and gathering on his fingers. He lapped at her pussy some more, tickling her clit.
He reached up with his left hand and began massaging her right breast. It was firm and she was in no need of a bra. His thumb grazed over the tip of her nipple and he watched her mouth open wide in astonishment at the rush of sensations all over her body.
Once more he slid his hand out of her strawberry pussy, this time offering her his fingers as he buried his face back into her.
"Taste yourself sweety. Taste yourself and cum all over Uncle Marc's face, and I'll fuck you real good like you've been wanting."
 
Just hearing him say the word 'fuck' in reference to what he wanted to do to her was enough, soon Stephanie was shivering so hard as her nectar flowed and she heard herself scream loudly. She was too distracted by her orgasm to notice the fingers offered to her and she simply ground her hips in answer as the juice flowed and her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
 
Marc

He grabbed her hips with both hands,and held her pussy against his face as she came, grinding it against him the whole time.
She gushed, flowing into his mouth, and he thought he'd never tasted anything better. She was shaking under his tongue and touch, and that was just the way he'd wanted it.
"Yesssssss, that's a good girl. Cum for uncle Marc!" he urged.
Her moans filled his apartment. That gorgeous sundress was wrinkled and wadded against her body, and her sweat dampened parts of it.
Marc rose up from the floor and again sat next to his new, young nubile girlfriend. Things have gone from curiosity to interesting, and now were about to get heavy.
She lay there on his couch, legs still spread and slightly quaking. He stroked her hair lovingly, and then brought her back to earth if just for a moment.
"Sweety, you'd probably better call your mom before it gets too late."
It was just now 11:30, but if she waited any longer her knew she'd call too late, and Barb would worry. After all, he didn't want her calling her mom while she was bent over the side of his bed with his cock buried deep inside her.
 
"Mmmm-mom? Oh, yeah." realty started to crash down around her again. She slowly sat up, still kind of dazed but was already rehearsing her story in her head again. "Ok....I'll be right back, unle Marc." she said, kissing him softly before rising from the sofa and straightening out her clothes again as she walked to the phone.

The call was quick. "Mom? Where are you?" she asked, as it sounded like there was background noise unlike their house. "Oh, you went out? Well, um I am at Uncle Marc's and the movie we're watchiing still is only halfway done. I want to see the rest of it, and the sequel he rented. Can I spend the night?...No, he said he doesn't mind. Yeah, ok...um, have fun, wherever you are. I'll see you tomorrow...love you too. Bye."

Soon she was bouncing back into the room again smiling, "I can stay! Only...I think...mom was out and it sounded like she was with a lot of guys at a bar or something, wierd. I hope she's ok." mused Stephanie aloud as she sat down and finished her beer.
 
Marc

If Barb was out, and had okayed Steph to stay overnight, that allowed for the possibility of her stopping by unannounced, Marc knew...or at least thought. Maybe it was a little guilty paranoia, he couldn't tell.
He didn't give himself much time to ponder the issue, either. If Barb was out among a barful of guys, he'd surely talk to her about that later. Right now he had other things he wanted - badly - to tend to.
"Awesome," he said in response to Steph's news. He walked over to where she stood near the phone, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. He enjoyed the notion of feeding this sexy little girl a taste of herself, as he could still taste her on his lips.
He used to view Stephanie as his baby girl, his daughter once removed, as it were. Now it was different, or was it? Maybe he never had kids because he knew deep down that if he'd had an attractive daughter he'd act this way toward her sooner or later.
Again, his overthought was pushed aside, and his hands went to her waist.
"So," he whispered, "do you want to watch the rest of a movie and then another one? Or would you like to go to my room with me?"
 
Stephanie laughed, "Uncle Marc, there is no movie...go to your room?" she asked, hardly believing her ears. "Um, ok..." she said, letting him lead her with a slight trepidatious flutter of butterflies in her stomach. She'd fought all the time with Jason over whether or not to go all the way and now she realized if uncle Marc wanted her to that she wouldn't tell him no. She wanted him to think she was sophisticated and grown up and she was almost afraid to admit to him that she was still a virgin in case it made him change hiis mind or start treating her like a little girl again.
 
Marc

Marc's room was actually clean, which surprised him since he couldn't remember cleaning it.
He couldn't remember much of anything at this second, because he too had those butterflies. He recognized them as a feeling he used to get when he was significantly younger; when in an evening - or daytime - he first realized that he was going to have sex.
He didn't turn the light on, but left the door open. Light from the living room cascaded into his private quarters, allowing a nice atmospheric view of the two of them. He turned to Stephanie, facing her.
"Put your arms up, sweety," he suggested. As she did, he reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, peeling it upward, over her head and past her hands. "Oh, honey you're such a beautiful girl," he said. He couldn't believe how enamored he really was with her.
This was not just another young piece of ass.
He knelt down and pulled her panties down slowly to her feet, allowing her to step out of each side. For the first time since she was less than five years old, he now stood and saw her fully naked.
"Do you want to be my girl Stephanie? I want you to undress me and have a look at me like I'm looking at you. You are the sexiest thing I think I've ever seen."
His cock pressed against the inside of his shorts, just dying to be let loose by his little neice-turned-lover.
 
Stephanie was soooooooooo nervous but she nodded her head and smiled, trying to look comfortable as she undressed uncle Marc slowly, fumbling a little as she pulled down his shorts and saw...uncle Marc had..."That's the biggest dick I've ever seen!" she breathed in surprise, her brown eyes huge as she stared down at his monster of a cock, still growing as she watched. "Wow, uncle Marc...." she found herself speechless and just stood staring as he stared proudly and lustfully at her.
 
Marc

The sight of naked Stephanie knelt beneath him looking at his dick in awe made his cock jump to a length he didn't even know he had. There were certain things in certain situations that would make a person harder or larger than usual, but even he realized this was impressive.
He chuckled to himself.
"Well, hopefully you don't have that many to compare it to, kitten, but thank you for the compliment just the same."
He peeled off his shirt while she was beneath him, and then looked down to her, and began running his hands through her light red hair.
"Do you want to see if it tastes any more significant than others you've seen, Steph?"
This was actually the vision he'd been having for months: Him standing above Stephanie with her mouth full of his cock. He looked down and hoped his internal camera of his mind would remember exactly how this looked, she was beautiful looking at his cock.
 
"Others? Don't worry uncle Marc, there's only been one...and I hope I can do yours justice, I don't think Jason's was good practice now that I see the difference." she said. "I'll give it a shot, though." she said, taking the base in both hands as she slowly licked precum from the tip, and then wrapped her plump lips around the head.
 
Marc

He looked to the ceiling as his eyes briefly crossed.
"Oh GOD, Steph, that feels so good. You're such a good girl," he exhaled. "Just take your time and get to know it. You can play with it whenever you want, sweety."
He looked down and she was still running her tongue over his head, while both of her small hands were gripping his shaft lightly, slowly moving up and down.
He put his hands through her hair and to the back of her head, and leaned over slightly to better watch her work his cock.
"Go ahead and suck Uncle Marc's cock baby," he urged. "I want to see what you can do sweety."
He stopped her for a moment, allowing himself to sit on the edge of his bed while she stayed beneath him in the floor. He turned to the left and again offered her his thick cock.
"Now....that might be more comfortable for you. Suck your uncle Marc now honey."
 
Stephanie was eager to show uncle Marc she was no little girl and could suck him off quite well and if not, she'd learn how he wanted it. She began to use both her hands and her mouth as she built up suction and swirled her tongue to taste him, building up a rhythm and bobbing her head as she quickened the pace.
 
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Marc

"Ooooooooooooooh you DO know what you're doing," he breathed, trying not to sound condescending. "I want you to lick my balls, too, sweety. See if you can get those into your mouth. Rub my cock on your face and lick them for me Steph."
He was debating in his head...do I let Steph make me cum with this surprisingly talented blowjob, or do I stop it so I don't have to wait to fuck her?
Since she was going to be here all night, and he knew it wasn't going to take him long to get hard once again, he decided to relax and enjoy the moment....
 
Stephanie hated it when Jason had wanted her to taste his balls so she was a little hesitant with uncle Marc, but she would not tell her dear uncle 'no', so after a minute she lowered her head and was relieved that he tasted different than Jason. Not all sweaty and gross but just different, musky, almost nutty (pardon the pun). She looked up at him as she worked, her eyes asking if it was ok but she could see by his smile as he looked down at her that he was in heaven.
 
Marc

Marc watched with a grin as Stephanie lapped at him, then nuzzled one of his balls at a time between her pouty lips. Her hand stroked his steadily, not fast and yet not slow, up and down on his cock.
He didn't want to wait any longer. Marc finally decided now was the time. He wanted to be inside this beautiful young girl.
"Steph," he said calmly, wrapping his hands around either side of her face and gently pulling it off his crotch, "do you want to come up here and lay down with me?"
He looked down at her, with light shining on her from the living room, and she appeared to be smiling. Marc reached down to grab her hands and began to pull her up from the floor.
 
Stephanie felt butterflies dance wildly in her stomach, sensing what might be coming next and half nervous about it, yet half looking forward to the experience being with her uncle Marc, whom she loved and trusted, and not some immature high school jock. Her virginity would go to a real man with patience and experience. This was how she wanted it to be, she realized, standing to let him help her lie down on his bed. She lay in wait for him, propped up on her elbows smiling shyly as he joined her and lie down next to her.
 
Marc

By now his mind was in overdrive. Stephanie was relaxed back on her elbows, and she looked there for the taking.
Marc wasn't about to play the standard, 'do we really need to use a condom' bit with her. He reached into his nightstand, detached a single rubber from its perforated string of brothers spilling out of their box and ripped it open. He never broke eye contact with Stephanie, who was smiling at him.
It was a shared split second in which they both realized full well what they were doing, and furthermore relayed to each other they were exactly where they wanted to be in that moment.
Marc unrolled the condom over his cock and moved over toward Stephanie in the bed.
He kissed her forehead, like he'd been doing since she was three, maybe even younger. But this angelic kiss had demonic undertones, and he followed it by trailing his lips down the bridge of her nose to her mouth, where he wrapped his tongue around hers cuttingly enough to make her moan.
He broke the kiss and whispered.
"I'm going to fuck you, and I want you to enjoy it more than anything in the world," he said, catching the faint hint of awkwardness in his wording. Ordinarily by this point, with all the foreplay that had gone between them, he'd be plunging himself inside another woman and jack-hammering away.
He wanted Stephanie to know what was coming.
He centered himself on top of her, placing his weight on his elbows while still kissing her, and began to press into her pussy covered in light red hair. She was so wet, but she was even tighter than he'd expected her to be.
It suddenly dawned on him that this may be - no it couldn't, could it? he thought - the first time anyone had ever fucked Stephanie.
He looked at her face and it was unmistakable. He was devirginizing the girl who he'd treated as his neice for as long - perhaps longer - than she could walk.
He slowed his pace, waiting for an audible response from her before pressing any harder. His cock slowly, steadily filled her young pussy as he massaged her shoulders from underneath her body.
 
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