Ron Taylor - The hot niece

Boys say a cunt tastes like fish. Boys don't like to lick cunt. At least most of the ones I know don't. They don't mind sticking their pricks into your mouth and thrusting till you've got a throatful of cum, but when it comes to returning the favor… Well, a man knows the difference. Daddy had never been reluctant about going down on me. Uncle em had given me some nice, hungry head only this morning. But their tongues didn't rove in my snatch with the freedom, the skill, the knowing pointed expertise Kim had shown when she sucked me so deftly to climax. And I did my Goddamnedest to repay the favor. I licked her in all the places I liked to be mouthed, and I kept my finger twiddling in and out of her asshole, fighting the sphincter tightness of her, thrilling her in both holes at the same time. A season in Colorado might prove very educational for me, I thought, tasting once again the sweetness of her drippings.

She reminded me, not of fish, but of cheese. I couldn't get that impression out of my mind or off my tongue. I love cheese. I like fish, too, for that matter, so I wouldn't have cared in either case. She opened herself a little wider and I let my tongue glide all over her pink, slippery vulva, to the clit, around the clit, back again to her hole. She just kept gasping and moaning, coming down on my face hard from time to time, almost smothering me with her musky-scented flesh. When she did that, I'd suck hard, really hard, pursing my lips around the tiny pink hole of her tube. She would moan again and wiggle around atop me.

The horses were making more noise. I heard one of them whinny. Or was it two of them? I couldn't tell, and I really didn't care. I just kept dipping up into Kim's hole, repeating my visits to the source of her oozing cream, and I heard her squeal and giggle. I knew I was getting to her. I jabbed harder up her asshole with my finger and she bounced up, high. I couldn't reach her with my tongue. I lifted my head, but she was no longer looking down at me. "I hope you're not self-conscious or inhibited, or anything," she said, "because we're being watched."

"Oh my God," I said, rolling onto my belly. There were three horses where there had been only our two. Old Duke, and Kim's sorrel, saddles empty, still grazing, paying us no heed at all, but with them now, a buttermilk mare, and on her, no saddle, just a blanket, sat a boy who might have been eighteen at most. He tipped back his straw hat and grinned down at me and Kim. I tried to cover my tits, wondering how long he'd been there.

"Be cool," Kim said. "Elizabeth, I'd like you to meet my brother."

Brother by adoption, of course, I thought, looking up at him. There was no way they could be blood kin. He hid a bushy crop of curly red hair, and he was tanned at least as far as his waist, for he was shirtless, wearing just a pair of light, faded Levis and beat up cowboy boots. A straw dangled from one corner of his mouth.

"Howdy," he said, drawling it like Ken Maynard. He swung his foot aver the buttermilk's neck and slid to the round. His legs were bowed, as if he'd been riding most of his life. He came toward us with a casual slouching walk. I couldn't miss the way his jeans clung to his crotch, outlining a sizable bulge in the pecker area. "My name's Roy Lee," he said. "And you must be the girl staying with the Ashcrafts."

"It's cool," Kim told me as I scooted farther back in the pass. My face was beet-red with embarrassment. He must have seen me eating her pussy, must have seen me sucking Kim's hole. She knelt in the grass beside me. "Come here, big brother," she said sultrily, holding out her hands.

He was big, six feet or more, but not big. His shoulders were broad and well-muscled, but his waist was nearly as slender as my own. The pants fitted his lower body tightly, and his bowed thighs were nicely developed. He ambled toward us, and Kim stood up as he drew to a halt. He had a rangy cowboy look and walk. Not my type, but not unattractive. He dropped the straw from his mouth as she stood up, and she just melted into his arms, naked and ivory-colored. His hands went down low, caught her ass, and scooped her up into his embrace. Her legs wrapped around his calves and her head went back. He laid one onto her mouth.

Slow, Kim settled down from him, and they stood side by side, holding each other around the waist. His arm went around her shoulder and his long tanned fingers lay on the curve of her tit, a scant half-inch from the brown point of her stiff nipple. As I watched, his fingers slipped lower and pinched the nip, and she squealed and made a face of delight.

Oh, I thought. I was beginning to understand.

"Isn't he so American?" Kim asked. "He wants to be a cosmic cowboy."

"I am a cosmic cowboy," he said gravely. "Been working on some songs, take 'em down to Austin, and…"

"Songs aren't all he works on," Kim said. "Can I tell her? This is so funny, Elizabeth. Do you know that he got me hardly a week after I'd moved in? His own adopted sister, the nasty boy, and he coaxed me up into the hayloft and showed me what he had in his pants. Then he wanted to know if it was true about Oriental girls – you know, that we're cut crossways?"

"You're kidding," I said, rocking back, laughing too.

"Well, how's a body to find out unless they ask and look?" Roy Lee wondered. He had his adopted sister by the tit now, holding her firmly in his big hand, squeezing her delicate little apple while she stood beside him, moaning a bit, rocking up and down on her heels.

"But I found out – pussy's a pussy, no matter which side of the world it comes from."

"I signaled Roy Lee," Kim added, "with the minor, I mean. First I had to find out how cool you were. Jesus, Elizabeth, it gets lonely. There's no one else our age for ten or fifteen miles! Soon as we heard you were coming to stay with your aunt and uncle, we got all excited, wondering if you would be pretty or ugly, if you liked to play or if you were some kind of tight-ass…"

"I've got the tightest ass around," I said, standing up and flaunting all of me at Roy Lee. "But I liked to play as long as someone has the right toys."

"Well, shit!" Roy Lee grinned, and he let go of Kim. He unzipped his tight Levis, and that promising bulge turned out to be a lot more than just promise. He fished out a cock that must have measured eight inches, soft. It hung from his fly, and I was interested to note that he still had his foreskin. I'd never messed with an uncut cock before. "How's this for a toy?" he added, beaming.

"Looks more like a noodle," I said. "Does it ever get hard? I hear they're not much use otherwise."

"Show her," he told Kim. They kissed again, then the Vietnamese girl knelt before her American brother. She took his cock in hand, that long limp rod of his, and she stroked it all over the face I had only just been drooling all over, myself. As I watched with growing interest, she fed him into her mouth and started to suck. She made noises when she sucked, loud, voracious noises, and she could take him pretty deeply. I gathered, watching, that she had had some practice at this in the past.

When she released him, his cock was covered with drool and was jutting out in proud erection. Longer than Uncle Bill's, I noticed, longer even than Daddy's, thought it was rather slender where my men's were thick. Still, I had to remind myself, it was a cock, and it was certainly hard, and from the way Kim smacked her lips it must have been on the tasty side as well.

"Let me," I offered, kneeling beside her. Roy Lee grabbed me by the back of the head and impaled me on his stiff dick, but the surprise was on him when my throat just opened up and he went all the way. My frothy lips were pressing against the faded blue of his denims while the tip of his prong wiggled inside my open throat.