Ron Taylor: The hot niece

She ate it, and my body was still trembling when she raised her head.

"Now it's my turn," she said. "I want to feel your mouth all over me, eating me, devouring me, sucking all my sweet parts. They are sweet parts, aren't they?" she asked, rising onto her knees beside me. She cupped her small firm tits, slid her hands down her flat belly, onto her slender hips and thighs. Her knees were parted, and I could see her crack, framed by those little hedges of coal black pussy hair. She was showing me pink, sweet pink, edible pink, delicious pink. I sat up, still shivering, and we kissed again, and then it was Kim's turn to lie down on the fragrant grass while I tried to serve her as she'd served me.

My tongue swirled and glided across her ivory-toned flesh. Her nipples were brown and tiny, but oh, God, so suckable, and I sucked them, and I sucked them, and I could taste the sweetness of her flesh, the salty tart of her sweat leaking through the pores, and my hands were busy, stroking all over her. I went back into her crotch after a lot of sliding up and down her smooth, damp thighs. That pussy of hers opened, opened tightly, almost reluctantly, just enough to let me slip my finger inside. I heard her moan sweetly when she felt me thrust, and her hands were on my head, guiding me to where it would do the most good. I was surprised, happily surprised, to find out that the places where I most enjoyed being licked and kissed were the same places that turned on Kim, too. I even licked her armpits, glided my tongue across the scrapy stubble of hairs that needed a fresh shaving, and she purred like a kitten for me.

"Good," she whispered, "so good. I can't believe you never did it before."

"Believe," I answered, "but I'm gonna be doing it again! On the other hand, I still have to finish the first time, and I think I know where you need to be finished off, baby, so why don't you just spread those legs a little wider. My tongue is like the rest of me. It's perfect. You'll see what I mean when, mmmmmmmm…"

And with that I was in her pussy, eating it. Really! I'd never done it before, but I knew how it felt to be eaten, and my tongue seemed to make instinctively for Kim's moan-centers. Her knees lifted as I worked and wormed deeper into her willingly spread crack. She was using her hands to keep the tight, tiny labes open for me.

Her pussy was soft pink inside, the clitoris a tiny nub you couldn't miss once you'd found it and heard the cry of thrilling delight that burst from her lips.

"Do it, Elizabeth!" she wailed, and I did it. I licked her almost savagely, let my upper teeth scrape her tender but responsive flesh. She humped me with her crotch, and her juices were flowing, as eagerly, as joyously as mine. Sweet honey cunt…

"I want to sit on your face," she said suddenly, rising up. "That's what perfect faces are best for – sitting on," and I seemed pretty plastic and malleable. I was on my back, the grass tickled my ass, and she sat on my face, just as promised, rocking her pussy back and forth aver my mouth. I grabbed her ass and managed to get her calmed down a little, and she squatted a little wider. I was looking up at the whole spread of her crotch, something definitely worth looking at.

Kim's pussy was small, the lips hidden in the fold of her crack. You had to spread her widely to see the good parts, but they were good enough to make the effort worthwhile. She was really pink inside, a baby pink, glistening already with the juices leaking from within. There was a small hedge of fur, like little black fences, alongside her crack, and no hair at all further back into her crotch. Her asshole was very small and very red, puckered ever so cutely. My eyes sighted in on it, and I knew from very satisfying personal experience that assholes like a little lot too. I pulled her forward and my tongue shot out. I started rimming her cute little puckered hole, digging at it with the tip of my tongue while she got all breathy and excited above me.

"Stick your tongue in," she panted. "Stick it right in!"

"You're way too tight," I countered, kissing her crack and her perineum, "but maybe this will do, in a pinch." I worked my little finger into her juicing pussy. She giggled and wiggled and her twit began to twitch around me. I got my finger sticky with her secretions, then fought it free and started to tickle at the knot of her asshole. "You gotta help," I added. "It was your idea, remember?"

"I am helping," she replied, reaching down and spreading her cheeks. "Oh!" she said as I went into her.

She was tight. Her ass clutched me like a vise. It was fantastic. I could stab into her, short strokes only, but they made her groan and gasp and quiver. As I kept stabbing, I leaned up from the pound with my head and I started to feast on her pussy. I had never eaten a twat before, but I was learning fast. With a good teacher, and a bit of determination, you can do anything. I had the teacher, my match still throbbed with the memory of her lips and tongue active in it, and that doubled my determination.

I had one hand on her cunt, keeping those tight lips opened wide, and she was helping with it, her hand playing down there too. I licked her fingers as often as I licked her clit, the playing field being so small, but her fingers were coated with accumulated cuntal juices, mine and hers, and they tasted so good I didn't mind. I just kept licking and licking, and I taught, it's really crazy, you know? Here I was, a zillion miles in flesh and spirit from Lake Erie and Cleveland Heights, and Kim had come all the way from Saigon, and we'd met on this Colorado mountainside. Maybe forty-five minutes ago, I'd been bitching to myself because she'd come along to interrupt my little scene with Uncle Bill, but here I was with Kim sitting on my face, and me poking her in the asshole with my little finger and ramming my tongue up her juicy, tight little pussy tube, licking the tangy goo as it oozed from her. I'd bawled my ass off when Daddy told me he had to go to Arabia in connection wit that engineering job, and I'd been sure the whole world was coming to an end. But things certainly looked better this morning, didn't they?

And it was, indeed, only morning. Couldn't be much after ten-thirty, eleven and, somewhere about there. The sun wasn't nearly overhead yet. It came in at an angle that made the wooded panel turn into a glittering slate. The air was warm, but not really hot, yet. The only things hot were my body, and Kim's. I thought I could feel the moss starting to sizzle under my ass.

Nothing else mattered. I was vaguely aware of the birds, of the horses moving about, their large hooves sometimes crushing down on small clumps of bush. Nothing counted except Kim's pussy, riding down hotter and wetter and tastier against my mouth, opened as wide as the delicate little treasure box could be opened. I'd suck her fingers, then kiss her clit. My tongue would be drawn, toward her pussy hole itself and, as if she had a magnet up her twat, in I'd go, thrusting so deep I swore I could feel her uterus contracting against the tip of my tongue, somewhere far inside. Her pussy seemed shallow, but she was a small girl and I guess that's only natural.

I didn't have to lick deeply to feel the effect, to hear her cry, "Ooohhh, Elizabeth, are you sure this is your first time?"

I hoped Daddy wouldn't mind. Not that I'd be robbing him of anything. I licked Kim's pussy, threw all my concentration into her scrumptious twat, and I closed my eyes. Janice Hyden, Suzie Cooper, they had their reputations back home. Suzie was captain of the drill corps and word was that any girl interested in joining had to undergo a very personal interview with Suzie. Janice wasp more of a switch hitter, if gossip could be trusted, but why bother with either of them? Find some hot, ripe young thing who was as cherry about it as I had been a few minutes ago, and start her off from scratch, the way Kim had started me. Let her get all tingly and excited at the prospect of some forbidden joys, and then show her that the joy was worth the forbidden part. The way I was learning. I couldn't believe that I'd lived almost seventeen years and never tried this before. But I remembered how much I had always enjoyed kissing a mouth that had been busy in my twat, a set of lips greasy with my orgasmic fluids, how I'd loved the taste of me on Daddy's lips or cock, and I figured that I had had the potential all the while and just never realized it.