Nieces Worldwide - America

The air was starting to turn autumn-like back home, not yet frosty but the cooler mornings told of the imminent arrival of Fall. Bob was happy to have his second training tour in the southern hemisphere where the late spring was warming up nicely. His non-stop commercial flight from Miami to São Paulo's Guarulhos International Airport (GRU) was a long 10 hours.

The sexy international stewardesses were again attentive to his food and entertainment but not his tumescent erection. The air hostesses flirted intermittently with their VIP passengers, then coyly fended off the inevitable double-entendre hints for stress relief that they had heard so many times before. They smugly exploited their transposed status over the customarily dominant alpha males in the stratospheric captivity.

Maybe later, on the ground and in a more private setting, the saucy lasses might allow a select one or two men to believe they had recouped their elite status; allowing them to liberate their pent-up vexations in and on the off-duty female aircrew members. Just maybe...

After being again swiftly and expertly escorted through customs and immigration, Bob's private chauffeured ground transport was similarly barren of backseat female comforting and he watched out the window at the passing scenery, decorated sporadically by pretty young women walking or chilling out at roadside cafes. They recurrently fluffed their long dark hair, briefly exposing necks and arms, striding along in short skirts and leggy displays that were an undeniable attempt to attract the watching males' attentions.

He mused on the means and attitudes they must be forced to master in order to cope with the daily grind of chauvinism in this macho-dominated environment: keen on attracting the desirable males while fending off the rougher ones. Where and how did they learn the essential roles and rules? His musings and the long drive from San Paolo ended near the Iguazu Falls on the Argentina side of the border with Brazil.

He was welcomed to the secluded facility by Mrs. Gaucho, the housemother, who received him in her spacious office. While she briefed him on the campus facility and his potential assistance, he mentioned the beauties he had spied during his ground journey.

"Aw, yes... they are pretty, aren't they? Our girls are quite similar, all regional chicas from nearby Brazil, Argentina, and Chile. We selectively recruit the right native beauties from urban and suburban upscale families. And just as importantly, we offer a few orphans the chance to escape the barrios of Rio de Janeiro, Santiago, and Buenos Aires for this once-in-a-lifetime special education opportunity. Our civic duty; giving back to society at large."

Mrs. Gaucho rang for assistance and a topless Hispanic girl appeared in campus daywear uniform: camel toe booty shorts with heels and nothing else. She stood attentive to the Madre de la Casa, hands clasped behind her panty-covered hips. Her fulsome breasts were eye magnets for any healthy male.

"For example, Gabby hails from Santiago, the product of a wealthy family, lorded over by her father, a major business scion. She's here to be taught the ways of a proper daughter; proper that is within the incestuous nature of her eccentric family circle, uncles included."

Gabby showed no reaction to the description, dutifully devoted to respecting its truism.

"Young lady, please show Uncle Bob to our guest coach tutor lodge."

Gabby's youthful smile of acknowledgment lit up the room as she invited Bob to follow her.

"Si, Señora. Tio Bob, sígame, por favor."

Bob would have followed her anywhere. He watched her toned ass waddle as she preceded him through the hallways and across the open spaces to his detached bungalow, her long straight ponytail swishing across her satin shorts-compacted ass cheeks. Along the way his focus on her butt was distracted as he got an eyeful of other topless coeds that they passed in the hall or that stopped their poolside studies to gaze in keenness, dreaming of a chance to better know this week's resident guest coach tutor, up close and personal.

Gabby stopped at a suite of rooms exclusively reserved for Bob's private use and safe haven. He couldn't help but wonder if she would stay a while and relieve his travel stresses. But she handed him an envelope that had been placed on a side table. He read the script.

"Bien venidos, Tio Bob. I hope your time with us will prove to be valuable. I left you a little 'aperitivo' near the falls so you can sample this week's nubile buffet. Gabby will show you the entrance to the pathway. Please enjoy our hospitality. Mrs. Gaucho."

Bob left the card on the stand and shrugged towards Gabby. She knew her standard instructions forbade any intimacy with her guest, for now anyway, and led him outside to a foliage-crowned dirt path. She motioned him to follow its course, adding a wink and stretching up with a boob pressed arm hug to sweetly peck his cheek in a universal gesture of 'until later'. Bob regrettably walked away with the hope that the 'until later' signal was real. The sound of the falling water drummed louder and louder as he navigated the path until he emerged into daylight at the far end.

There was a flat spot in the shoreline, lapped by the wavelets created in the drop pool by the cascading water. And it was decorated with a little native beauty, topless, wearing bug-eye sunglasses and a high cut neon green thong, peacefully sunning herself in the afternoon rays. He walked toward her and his shadow moved across her face.

She turned her head at the dimmed light, having been unable to hear his approach over the water noise, and seeing an adult man in her presence, smiled coyly and rolled up to sit on folded legs. She tilted her sunglasses up to rested on top of her head and placed her hands on her thighs, palms up, and looked down at the ground between her knees. Her pert breasts rode high on her chest. It was the learned presentation pose of a dutiful young female. She had assimilated her campus coed role very well.

Bob tried to make conversation but the waterfall noise and his faulty Spanglish weren't getting him anywhere. In the cacophony, he thought she said her name was Gina but he wasn't sure. And then he realized it didn't matter.

Instinctively, she understood he was here to hook up with her. She rose, dropped her glasses and peeled off her thong. She instinctively moved to help Tio Bob out of his travelling clothes. Taking his hand, she walked him into the waist-deep pool. He braced for the usual cold rush to his genitals but the pool was surprising tepid.

She pulled him close to her, played with him briefly under the splash rippled surface, hefting his growing penile meat. Accustomed to dispensing with any unnecessary delay, she quickly hopped up and swaddled his hips with her legs, wrapped her arms around his neck, and adjusted her mount to press his knob to her pussy.

He may not have understood her foreign language words but he understood this universal human body language and the messages were very obvious. He buoyed her butt as she relaxed her hip swaddle and then dropped her down his cock. She 'woofed' as his tip hit her deepest recesses.

Gina hugged his neck and gurgled unintelligible sounds as he fucked her in the water, bouncing her lithe body on his cock. Her voice rose in timbre and he sensed her approaching ecstasy as he sensed the approach of his own peak.

He howled in the noisy solitude of the cascading water's deafening crash and ejaculated this week's first delayed shots into her cunt, drowning his journey's long sexual drought. She juddered while he filled her little recess and then slumped down, resting her cheek calmly on his shoulder.

Somehow, he didn't topple over in the aftermath of his knee wilting orgasm. He duck-walked slumping Gina out of the water and set her wobbly feet on the sand.

She languidly retrieved his clothes, carried them along with her thong and shades as she led him back up the path to his quarters, lazily kissing him goodbye at his doorway, her wet little tits pressed to his chest. He watched her tight little ass ripple away in a sluggish jog.

Later that day, as Bob was resting up after his travels and the advent water fuck, his room phone rang.

Mrs. Gaucho hoped his day was going well. Then she invited Bob's assistance with a special event: a VIP Pledge Contributor had requisitioned a special younger coed for a make-believe father-daughter fantasy encounter. Bob would be tasked with preparing the chosen candidate for her dress-up rendezvous. In reply to his unspoken thought, 'Tio' Bob was free to play with her at his whim, barring any vaginal sex. She must be clean and fresh when he relinquished her to her 'Daddy'.

Of course, he was happy to help any way he could. Mrs. Gaucho gave him time and place and he left for his special duty.

Gracie was waiting for him at the campus fantasy salon, dressed in the common daywear thong and an uncommon cropped tee. The thin cotton cover was dimpled with her prominent pokies. No introductions were needed but gentleman Bob politely offered greetings.

"You must be Gracie. Pleased to meet you."

He looked her up and down in her casual attire. She stood at ease and let his eyes take her in. But soon enough, no further delay was warranted and he proceeded to strip away the tee and thong. Then he pushed her towards the glass enclosure and joined her for a duo shower. He lathered her up, lots of sudsy caressing while she handled his cock but he playfully admonished her to go easy, smacking her wet ass for emphasis. She smirked but complied, standing demur as he rinsed and dried his bath mate.

He guided her to sit at the mirrored makeup table. He supervised her preparations: light face and body makeup, combing and clamping her long straight black hair into a scalp molding ponytail. But Bob couldn't help but add an aberrant touch to the otherwise innocent chastity of his work of art: bright red lipstick that belied the otherwise innocent aura.

Her outfit was next: wafer-thin filmy button front blouse, waist tied; a pair of satin hot pink camel-toe carving booty shorts; and open toe low sandals. He stood her before a tall mirror, turning her bit by bit, closely examining the results of his fashion consultation.

She was deliciously erotic, brimming with virginal purity, a sexual morsel begging to be savored.

'God' thought Bob, 'I really want to fuck this naughty little schoolgirl right here, right now.'

But he heard the echo of Mrs. Gaucho's firm orders: no sex! His face grimaced in frustration, lamenting the no-fucking directive. His blood simmered and his face blushed. He hadn't bothered to fully dress himself post-shower, just a terry cloth waist wrap. His tumescent cock poked its head through the front closure flap.

But wait a minute... no... she said no 'vaginal sex'!

Gracie was facing away but eyed him in the mirror. She saw his pouty face and, lower down, the peekaboo cock-knob; she recognized his lusty torment and, accepting her male satiating purpose, contemplated her expected actions. She also had been warned about in-salon pussy coupling.

'Okay, so no vaginal sex for now; my pussy is pledged to another for the evening. But I ought to thank Tio Bob for his generous efforts to get me ready for that.'

She decided what she would do. Her voice assumed a mock innocence, one hand partially covering her mouth as the other pointed shyly at his groin.

"Oh, my, Tio Bob... did I do that? I didn't mean to. It just happened. Please, may I take care of it?

She cocked an eyebrow in a universal conspiracy sign and emphasized her offer.

"Please...?"

Not waiting for a reply and assuming his agreement, she turned twisted as she sank to her knees, turning on her high heel toes to face her erogenous groomer; her face looked up at his, as if requesting his leave to relieve his passionate pressure. Her tongue swept her bright red lips, adding an inviting sheen to the seductive oral portal. She let her lips stay parted and showed a hint of white toothiness that she hoped would appear more enticing than a simple smile.

He blinked and nodded at her pretension.

With permission granted, she pressed aside the cotton waist folds and carefully suctioned his prick between her fiery lips. Bob grew quickly past tumescence to a manly fullness and she soon had a proper volume to work with. Her head bobs elongated and the subsequent deepthroat blowjob worked its magic, culminating in swallowing his gushing sperm. Holding him in until he shrank, she rose to her high heeled feet after serving her fundamental male-satiating function.

He looked over the junior coed one last time. Their joint efforts had made her look the part of a younger student who had preened for a grown-up-look but was unable to overshadow the underlying impression of potent jailbait. He was proud of the enticing image created through his collaboration; he hoped her Daddy-date would hail his good fortune.

He pointed to a whitish spot on the side of her mouth, a speck of fugitive spunk. Her tongue swiped the dreg into her mouth and she giggled about her potentially spoiled final preening. Thankfully, Tio Bob was a stickler for details.

He guided Gracie to the door, and upon opening it, saw her booking VIP Pledge Contributor standing next to the fantasy suite door at the other end of the long hallway. It was purposefully long, probably longer than the building required, but it gave the man lots of time to examine the primped approaching school girl.

The man threw a smirk her way when he saw her look of recognition and its consequential one faltering step. Undaunted, she resumed her destined transit and stepped off more boldly towards her waiting Daddy-date.

Bob watched her cheeky ass, packed into the satiny shorts, undulate down the hallway, her ponytail swinging in time with her stride. He spied the man at the end of the hall adjust his crotch as she traveled towards him. Gracie didn't miss the obvious impatience gesture either.

She closed the distance and stretched up near his face, her brown eyes surveying his chiseled jaw and cheekbones.

"Hello, Tio Don... err... 'Daddy'. Happy to see me?"

The fantasy booking relative buzzed her cheek in greeting and held her in a tight pose, his hand clutching an ass cheek, pulling her camel toed cunt firmly against his pants-concealed erection.

"Oh, yes, darling. I brought a special gift for you, something you can play with. Let's go inside and try it out together."

Her hand wiggled between their crotches and rubbed his fat muscle waiting behind the zipper.

"Oh, goodie. I like to play with special gifts."

Her 'Daddy' Tio opened the door. The room's lighted glow shaded the hallway pink, an indication of the usual girly toned motif for Daddy Daughter playtimes. His hand, still on her ass, pressed her through the doorway into the fantasy fulfillment suite. Bob watched the interchange playout, having been unable to hear the intimate greetings before the door closed to sequester the sexual playmates inside.

With his immediate mission accomplished, Bob donned a bathrobe and returned to his quarters. He was a bit surprised that someone was already there. To his delight, it was the beach-fuck coed awaiting his return.

The housemother had said that he couldn't fuck his glammed-up fantasy schoolgirl but she also understood the effect that the stint would have on a red-blooded male, even with the probable, but not compulsory, blowjob Gracie would have graciously offered. Out of concern for his sexual health, Mrs. Gaucho had arranged his follow-on relief.

Gina was still topless and the evening dusk cast whisps of light and shadow through the windows. Her soft conical tits were even prettier in the soft moonlight glow. It was no time at all for the bathrobe and waist-wrap to join her thong on the floor. A friendly exchange of hugs and kisses served as a renewed greeting and quickly thereafter, the contrasting aged couple hit the mattress.

They wiggled together and Bob punched again into her familiar and willing pussy. He took it as his duty to coach her through the missionary session, responding to her inquiries as she mildly wiggled her hips underneath his weighty bulk.

"Am I doing it right, Tio Bob?"

"Mmm... let's try a little something. Roll your hips more when I draw back."

He shuttled a few long slow strokes and she complied... sort of...

"Press harder, mi cuno."

She rolled deeper as he moved and now he felt his coronal vee more firmly massaged by her inner membranes.

"Mmmm, yes... that's better.... now keep that up."

She did but he knew she could do more.

"Squeeze me, too. Try to hold me tighter."

He felt her inner muscles compress and he sluiced his cock in the narrowed wet tunnel of feminine flesh.

"All together now, roll and squeeze."

It brought the desired results. His thrusts quickened and deepened as he rose to his peak, spewing with delight, collapsing after the rush and release, laying his weigh full on her body. She hugged him in her arms just like her compressing cunt continued to hug his dwindling erection.

"Did I please you, Tio Bob? Did I do it right?"

He kissed her cheek.

"You did fine, little one. Keep practicing that with me and all your other tios."

He didn't know what her timetable was for him but she didn't object when he kept her until morning, awaking to enjoy another pleasant practice fuck with her before he released her to go on and learn more techniques from other tios in due course.

It was a pleasant week for Bob and he found the other sexy coeds gratefully accepted his time and experience to improve themselves and their sensual talents. And as his residence tour week approached its end, the housemother arranged his final farewell.

Gina, his welcoming beach babe and overnight fuck-mate, found him again and led him to the fantasy suite. Inside, the room was still staged as the pink girly motif and she checked that all the fittings and arrangements were set.

She hugged him boob-squishing close and kissed his cheek, thanking him again for the valuable coaching sessions he had enacted with her earlier in the week, and whispering her final good wishes in his ear.

"Tio Bob, we coeds are very thankful for your time with us. We hope you enjoyed coaching us and will especially treasure this last night with us. We want you to remember us fondly and come back soon."

She left and he looked about the room, getting his bearings when he heard a light rap on the door. Turning the knob, he cracked open the door. He was met with a stunning visage and now it was his turn to adjust his crotch.

Gracie, the schoolgirl he had prepped, was standing in the hallway, waiting to be invited in. She was the exact image, identically primped as she had been for her 'Daddy' Tio, now offered up for the pleasure of her Guest Coach Tutoring Tio. As he stared at her, her fire engine red lips grinned slyly and she raised a timid hand to cup an innocence girlish wave.

"Hi..."

Bob's voice was temporarily constricted and girlishly grinning Gracie waited for his response. He simply turned sideways and used an arm wave to motion her into his lair. She touched his open-mouthed face as she stepped pass him, dragging her finger pad across his cheek and down his chin and off his face, looking back over her shoulder as she sauntered past.

Bob's stare transferred to her rocking ass propped on long toned legs and pink high heels. At room center, she pivoted on one toe and faced back towards him. Her lips tilted a grin of conspiracy.

"Hello, Tio Bob. Are you happy to see me?"

Bob was more than happy. His finger tips and cock tip tingled with electric anticipation. He hastened to embrace her.

She stood in place, acceding to his macho lead. She felt him hug her tightly, her loose bloused boobs squashed to his chest and his hand grasped her satin-compacted ass cheeks. She opened her cherry lips and they passionately kissed.