Elle’s Treated Like a Princess (edited)

Elle kept looking at the clock in her last hour class, on her high school’s early release day. She had secretly made plans to have her uncle pick her up, just down the street from the entrance to her private school. Over the weekend, Uncle Terry cornered her upstairs in her bedroom. She had always been attracted to him, but this time, she knew he was very horny after inspecting her young body. He asked her about her boyfriends, and she admitted, her parents were not willing to let her date just yet . . . so no boyfriend. He joked about how he might be able to give her some experience.

She said she would be willing . . . but was afraid her parents and the rest of the family . . . downstairs might find out. He asked whether she had ever played, 7 Minutes in Heaven, an old game he had played when he was her age. She had never heard of it.

“How do you play?” she asked.

“Well it’s for girls who aren’t afraid of making out and doing other things . . . for 7 minutes in a closest with a boy,” he explained. Then there was silence. She certainly would be interested in kissing her handsome uncle, but the “doing other things” kinda concerned her. But she figured what could happen in 7 minutes!

“I’m willing to play, if that’s ok with you. But who keeps time?” she asked, trying to act more grown up. It’s at that point that her uncle takes out his cell phone and clicks on the timer . . . setting it for 7 minutes.

“We are supposed to be in a closet . . . and it looks like this one is available,” he says with a big smile on his face as he opens up her bedroom closet. It is about 5 feet wide and about 4 feet deep, with clothes on three sides. Just enough room for both of them to go at it, he thought.

“Still game to play Elle?” he asked, extending his hand out towards her. She smiles and grasps his open palm. He doesn’t want her to freak out too much, so rather than flipping on the light switch, he just pulls her inside, reaches behind him and pulls the door shut. Not absolute darkness, but pretty close. Then he starts the timer, which is pretty much the only light inside the closet.

“I will take the lead, since this is your first time. Just follow along, and remain silent, so the others downstairs don’t hear us.”

“Okay,” she says excitedly. Immediately she feels his hands behind her head and his warm lips against hers. This excites her almost immediately. Soon his tongue is inside her mouth, as it lashes across hers, and even up to the top of her mouth, and in between her teeth. She realizes he is a very experienced kisser . . . and soon her tongue is following suit, and hopefully making him feel aroused, just like she does.

As he continues to kiss, he reaches down and captures her tits in his hands. They aren’t super big yet, but he feels her nipples growing at a fast rate under her thin bra. She can’t help herself as she begins to moan into his mouth as his fingers continue to excite her breasts. He quickly slips his hands to the bottom of the sweater she is wearing, and immediately moves his right hand up her warm stomach to the bottom of her bra cup. Simultaneously, he reaches behind her back, locates the clasp on her bra and unhooks it. With Elle’s lips still against his, there is no way she can object, as he works her bra off her shoulders.

Within seconds, he is rubbing each bare nipple with the tips of his thumbs, exciting her even more. The young girl can’t believe how aroused she is becoming. She moves her tongue into his mouth, more urgently and realizes now only his thumb and index finger of one hand are exciting each of her buds. Not enough to cause any pain, but he continues to pinch and pull on her nipples, making them as rigid as she ever remembered. Then she hears a zipper being pulled down and he fumbles with something down below. Was it the zipper on her jeans or his pants, she wonders, still under the mercy of what he is doing to her tits and stiff nipples.

Next, her extremely horny uncle finds her hand and moves it over towards the center of his pants.

“Hold my long cock . . . for me,” he whispers, taking his lips off of hers. Soon her fingers have encircled his stiff shaft, and he immediately moans his appreciation. He directs her to move her hand up and down the shaft. She is somewhat afraid, but follows his instructions. It is at that moment; the timer goes off. They both feel some urgency to get their clothes back to normal since the rest of the family is downstairs, and a minute or so later, Uncle Terry opens the door.

“I think you said you would be out early on Wednesday. . . from school . . .correct?” he asked, exiting her closet.

“Uh, huh, it’s an early release day,” she said still trying to hook back up her bra, under her sweater.



“Good . . . what time is that?”

“10:45.”

“I will park one street over on Hemingway. We are going to go to a special place together, where I will treat you like a princess and we will enjoy an exceptional lunch together . . . like never before. I am headed downstairs, so wait a few minutes before following me. Now back to the present:

She glanced quickly up and down the street, making sure none of her classmates were around. Then almost as if she was hypnotized, she moved a couple of paces to the curb, and stepped back onto that thin ice of childhood daring, accepting his invitation. The 15-year-old girl willingly slid her young bum into the passenger seat of his car, knowing very well that he was going to sexually excite her, and that she was going to let him. Her young heart thudded to the tempo of the car’s engine as he leaned over her to pull the door closed. He looked around quickly to make sure nobody was about and then leaned over to kiss her.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

His words sent a shiver through her as she realized that she had missed him too. Although it had only been a few days, she had missed his easy smile and good humored jokes. And although she had only been given a ride a few times, she had missed the throbbing vibration of the MG’s engine – missed the familiar and wonderfully scary feeling of her teen vagina . . . pulsing in time with it.

She was trembling with anxiety. The last time she had accepted a lift from him, she had done so in total innocence . . . she’d had any way of knowing what would happen on the way home today. This time she had the memory of what took place in her bedroom closet. She knew her panties were going to come off in his car and he was going to do other things to her . . . things that she should never allow anyone to do . . . and he would expect her to do things to him.

“This isn’t the way to my house,” she said nervously as he took a different turn then her usual one.

“I didn’t say I was taking you home, did I?”

She shook her head timidly. She had already known he wouldn’t be taking her straight home. He smiled and winked at her as his free hand rested lightly on her bare leg, just above her knee. The touch of his hand could easily have been a friendly innocent gesture . . . but Elle knew better than that now.

“Where are we going?” she asked even though she was certain it would make no difference where they went. She already knew what was going to happen when they got there.

“You’ll see,” he said mysteriously as he turned onto the main road, heading out of town.

After a few miles, he turned off onto a side road that led to the rolling hills of the South Downs. He was speaking softly, trying to hide his excitement at what he had planned for the cute girl. He was trying to calm her obvious anxiety but it didn’t help. She was incredibly nervous. She barely heard the words he said as the car climbed smoothly to the peak of one of the hills and his hand caressed her bare leg, slowly drifting higher . . .

He finally pulled the car off the road near a picnic spot. He parked the car in a thicket, out of sight of the road and the picnic area. He leaned over and smiled warmly. Then he kissed her. A moment later his tongue was in her young mouth, tasting its freshness. And his fingers were inching up the inside of her thigh, touching the hem of her short skirt, and slipping underneath it. She felt a nervous warmth sweep over her. The intensity of his perverse sexual desire for her was more than a little scary. But it felt good to be with him again. He was doing it again and she was submissively allowing him to do it.

Elle gasped through her nostrils and squeezed her eyes closed. She wanted this. She needed to feel the ecstasy she had previously experienced at Uncle Terry’s expert hands. Maybe the fear was a part of the thrill but even though she knew what to expect, it was still scary for her. It could never be easy for a girl in that situation, having a man’s tongue in her mouth, feeling his adult fingers teasing and flirting their way up under her skirt.

Elle slipped her bum lower in the seat, dutifully spreading her young legs, and lifting her pelvis slightly. She was trying to be a good lover for him. She was trying to give him what he wanted by offering him unrestricted access to the soft, warm crotch of her already wet underwear, letting him touch her there and compliantly allowing him to gently rub the puffy lips of her hairless pussy, through the thin cotton material.

She gasped softly through her young nostrils, sucking submissively on Uncle Terry’s tongue as his big adult fingers found the leg band of her underwear and tucked underneath it, slipping boldly onto the soft naked lips of her pussy, touching it. She wondered what Mike, her brother would think of her . . . if he could see her now. She knew this was wrong and bad but any feelings of guilt were swamped by the nervous, naughty excitement sweeping through her.

She whimpered anxiously as Uncle Terry’s fingers flirted with her moistened vaginal lips, finding the sensitive nub of her young clit and the tiny tight ring of her pussy opening, rubbing her gently, feeling her up, sexually arousing her. And she sat there nervous but willing, with her legs spread wide, sucking on his adult tongue, letting him do it, wanting it and being a good willing girl for him.

He pulled his lips off hers and whispered softly to her, expressing his unbridled excitement.