Katie’s Weekend at “Uncle” Jeff’s

I stood and waited as my mother kissed and fussed over me. “You be a good little girl now for Mr. Johnson. Momma’s gotta take care of some things out of town this weekend and I’ll be back on Monday.”

“Mom, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve ever done this. I’ll be fine, I know what to do.”

She gave me a hug I didn’t return. “You’re a good girl Katie,” she whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes.

I stood looking out the door as she drove away, leaving me standing there with a small suitcase in the home of a man I’d never met before this day.

“Katie, you want to come and get comfortable? We can get to know each other…” I could hear him pat the seat beside him on the couch.

I closed the door, my back still towards the large man. “What does she owe you for? Gambling? Heroin? Or did she just need the money?”

I turned and looked him in the eye. He wasn’t ugly, just old, like in his thirties. “Tell me I’m wrong about why I’m here.”

He chuckled, “No little girl, you’re not wrong. She got caught shoplifting. I’m the head of security for the mall and she got busted with some pretty pricy things.” I watched as his eyes roamed up and down my thin frame dressed in my little girl Sunday school best. A white sleeveless frilly dress hitting somewhere between my crotch and knees. White hose attached to a hidden garter belt with black patent leather shoes. Cheap white lace gloves completed my ensemble.

“Well that’s something at least. She’s been trying to stay off the drugs, but I don’t hold out much hope it will last long.” I put my hand on my hip and cocked it at him. “You know I’m not as young as all this shit makes me look. Mom drank and smoked during her pregnancy. I came out small and I’m unlikely to get any bigger than I am now. I’ve been this size for three years and I figure if I ain’t grown yet, I’m unlikely to. Another thing to thank my loving mother for.”

I went over to the couch and sat beside him, primly arranging my dress like a proper little girl. “You got any weed? If we’re going to do this, I’d rather have a buzz on.”

He frowned, “Your mama said you’d be ok with this. Was she wrong?”

I grabbed the joint and lighter he handed to me. I took a deep drag and held it for as long as I could, then passed it to him for a hit. “No, I’ll do what I’m supposed to. I have to live with her till I get married or turn 21. Grandpa left me money and made that a stupid condition of the will cause he knew his daughter would only shoot it up her arm and I’m the only one who can rein her in a bit. I got a little time left before happens and I can finally leave her.”

He passed the joint back and I smoked it as low as I could. Then I stubbed the roach out in an ashtray on the coffee table.

I reached over and ran my hand up his thigh. “Wow mister, I’m sure looking forward to this weekend.” I said brightly, pitching my voice younger and higher. “I sure hope grandma’s gonna be ok. Mom said we’d play some games? Do you have a Nintendo?”

He laughed again. “You don’t have to play games with me Katie. I kinda like the snarky you. Suits you better than the fake little girl.”

I didn’t say anything but I ran my hand over the bulge snaking down his pants leg. I reached up and slowly undid his zipper. Immediately I was hit with a whiff of funky musk. Not bad or unpleasant, just the smell of a dick trapped in all day in pants. It smelled male. It smelled sexy. As much as I protested, I had kinda grown to like weekends with my “uncles”.

“So he’s a commando kinda guy,” I thought to myself. Nice.

With a little effort I pulled his penis out of his pants. It was long and veiny with a taut foreskin. I pulled it back exposing a shiny head. Spitting on my glove, I began to work it up and down.

“Shit girl, those gloves are so scratchy. I’m surprised by how good that feels.” I reached in and hefted his heavy balls from his pants..

“Mom got a box of two dozen pairs a while back. I think I now have like three pairs left after these.” I shrugged. “Guys seem to like it.”

“Can you suck on it? Handjobs rarely do it for me,” he asked hesitantly.

I leaned down and looked up into his face. “So does Mr. Johnson have a first name? I like to know who I blow.”

“Jeff, Katie dear, the name’s Jeff.” He reached out and took my face in his big hand. It was strangely tender for someone I was jerking off.

“Just so you don’t get your expectation up too high. My mouth is as little as the rest of me and I’ve got a huge gag reflex, so don’t expect me to deep throat you. Unless you’re into puke, then go ahead and put it in as far as you can reach.”

“What ever little Katie can manage will be fine,” he said softly.

“Huh? Whatever.” I grunted. Then I took first one testicle and then the other into my mouth, his coarse ball hair felt odd on my tongue. Jeff groaned and put his hand on the back of my head. No pressure, just a caress.

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked that bit of skin under the head where it connects, all the while keeping a firm and slow jack of the shaft. Suddenly I sucked the whole head in my mouth and tongued it vigorously. Litt’l Jeff responded by shooting a burst of precum unto my mouth. I pulled back and pointed the end of my tongue, working it into his piss slit. I was rewarded with yet another burst.