Hello, I'm Gus and I'm addicted to sex and beer. Well, I wouldn't consider them addictions persay. More like my two favorite pastimes. And to be honest, I prefer both at the same time. Pussy isn't the same without drinking a few ice cold beers first.
Unfortunately I've been in a pussy dry spell for a few months now. My favorite working girl, Lola, left town a couple months ago and I've been too depressed to look for anyone new. She knew just how I liked it: young, innocent, messy, and pussy-to-ass. Being a hooker, Lola was obviously the opposite of innocent, but she would always wear pigtails and feign knowledge of sex. "Mister, what are you doing? Why are you touching me there?" It drove me wild! I've been mostly sitting at home alone masturbating to schoolgirl porn and drinking beer since she left.
I got a call from my stuck up sister-in-law. She needed me to watch her daughter while she was in the hospital getting a medical procedure done next week. Probably a butt lift knowing her. I begrudgingly agreed to watch her daughter, but as soon as I hung up, I passed out and forgot all about it.
About a week later, there was a knock at the door. I answered it to find that it was raining outside. Standing on my porch was a teenage girl dressed in jeans, an oversized t-shirt, flip-flops, and...pigtails! She was soaking wet and carrying a duffle bag. I thought, "This must be my lucky day! Maybe Lola sent me one of her friends as as gift." As I stood there drinking in the sight and licking my lips, the girl said awkwardly, "Uncle Gus? It's me, Lucy. My mom said I could stay with you while she's in the hospital." Oh man, I'd completely forgotten!
I ushered her in the door. "Of course, of course! Just a momentary lapse in memory!" I said. As she stepped into the house, she crinkled her nose and clutched her bag tighter. I looked around and saw my house from her perspective: blinds drawn, and beer cans and porn boxes littering the floor. And I was far from wholesome looking: 50 years old with a stubbly face, wearing a wife beater top, and I hadn't showered in at least a couple days. I could see how she'd feel uncomfortable, but it was too late; she was already inside.
I took her bag and gestured for her to sit on the couch. Lucy was the epitome of innocence: petite and pale, maybe 5-foot and 100 pounds. She was pretty, but awkward. From what I remember her as a child, she didn't have many friends. Her jeans and t-shirt were conservative and juvenile. The more I stared at her, the more aroused I felt. I hadn't felt this way in months, so it was nice to know I still had a normal sexual appetite.
We chatted on the couch for 10 minutes. She was a senior in high school, just turned 18, and her mom was in the hospital getting a tummy tuck. My guess was close! I told her I was between jobs and feeling a little sorry for myself. Lucy wasn't sympathetic because she was feeling sorry for herself too: her mom was a nightmare, she had no friends or boyfriend to speak of, and her applications had been rejected by two colleges already. We were quite the pathetic pair.
As we were chatting, a lightbulb went off in my head. I could pretend to be the fun, understanding uncle and act like I'm helping her out. When in reality, I'll be helping myself into her pants. The more I thought about it, the better the idea became. I mentally devised a 4-step plan.
Step 1: get her drunk. "Lucy, I know a way we can both feel better. Beer."
She said, "I don't know Uncle Gus, my mom is very strict about me not drinking. What if she finds out?"
"Your mom won't know. She asked me to watch you, so she must trust me."
As Lucy pondered my proposal, I grabbed two beer cans and cracked them both with lightning speed. I handed her one and started chugging the other. Lucy watched with interest then decided it would be fine. She tried chugging like me, but ended up choking and sputtering. "The key is to relax the throat," I told her. She tried again and downed the whole beer. She's a quick learner, I thought devilishly.
After we'd each had 5 beers, she said, "Uncle Gus, I feel great! Why haven't I tried beer sooner?! You're such a cool uncle. We should do something crazy! Like go swimming in the rain." With that, I knew it was time to implement step 2: fun uncle.
"Lucy, I have an even better idea; let's turn this whole room into our own slip-n-slide!" She knit her eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"
"I mean I'll cover the whole floor with a tarp, then we can slip around on it like one of the slip-n-slide amusement parks. And instead of water, we'll use something else. I think I have some baby oil around somewhere. It'll be way better than swimming in the rain!"
"Oh my God, that will be so cool! My mom would never let me do that in our house. But I just remembered that didn't bring a swimsuit."
"That's okay. I don't have one either. We can just go in our undies. It's casual around here," I said. She seemed convinced.
So I set up the tarp and began pouring baby oil all over. I had plenty leftover from my messy fuckfests with Lola. Lucy reluctantly stripped down to her bra and panties. They were simple cotton with little flowers on them. The whole scene was so tempting, I almost jumped her right then. But I had to play my cards right, so that she didn't tattle to mom. So I did my best to keep the bulge under wraps. I myself stripped down to my boxers.
I sat down in the recliner and told her, "Go ahead and try it!" So she took a running start and slid across the floor. "OMG, this is so fun!" She took another few slides while I watched. "Uncle Gus, this oil is saturating through my underwear and making a mess."
"Well go ahead and take them off. I don't mind. Here, I'll do the same." With that, we were both naked. I still sat there while she spun and slid around like a child. As much as I tried keeping the bulge at bay, he wanted to come out and play. Lucy's toned, nubile teenage body was glistening with oil. She had perfect size-C tits with perky little nipples, and not much pubic hair naturally, just a small downy mohawk. With all the beer and the naked 18-year-old girl writhing around in front of me, my head was swimming with dirty thoughts. My dick sprang to attention and starting throbbing.