Ron Taylor: The hot niece

"I want him now, Elizabeth," Kim said. I nodded, or I think I nodded. My head was tossing and shaking uncontrollably. I tried to tell her okay, take him, I'd gotten my fill. She pressed her palm down on my clit and with her other hand she pried her stepbrother's dong out of my exhausted cunt. Panting heavily, I stared as she opened her mouth and took him inside. He grabbed her head, thrust eagerly into her willing little oral cavity, and her cheeks sucked in sharply as she began to give him what looked like really fantastic head. She made those gurgling, slurping noises she'd made before, and then her eyes closed.

Roy Lee said, "Ahhhhhhh – shit!" Kim had both hands on his cock, jerking him while she nursed at the tip of his tool and I could almost taste the jizz he was squirting into her mouth. His cock had tasted great when I first sucked it. Betcha his cum was sweet and young and scalding hot.

He was drooping when she released him, and a bubble of cum hung from the very tip of his sagging dick. Kim's eyes opened, and she came crawling back toward the upper part of me. I sat up, my arms opened, and she slid into my embrace. Our mouths crushed together and all of a sudden she was drooling Roy Lee's jism into me! Sticky semen connected our mouths, and we were both laughing and giggling. Yes, he did taste young and sweet, though not as hot as if I'd taken his slime directly from the spurting head of his pecker.

"I thought you might want a taste," Kim said, slurring the words because her mouth was still clogged with jizz. It flowed down both our chins. We rubbed our faces together, making ourselves stickier and messier, and it was maybe the cuntiest thing I could imagine, drinking a boy's cum from another girl's mouth, but it excited me, and it seemed the perfect finale.

Finale it was, at least to this three-way encounter. Roy Lee stood up, puffing up his pants, fastening them. His hat had fallen off sometime during the fuck, but he retrieved it.

"Got some chores to do," he said. "Hate to rush off, but work's work. Men toil and women play. Will we be seeing more of you, Elizabeth?"

I laughed, slid a hand down my sweaty, pink-flushed, naked body. "What's left to see?" I asked him. "Or did you miss my asshole?" And I went around, onto my knees, butt stuck up in the air. I slid my legs apart and patted my crack. "Take a look," I told him. "And next time, don't leave it out of the action, okay? I think that rod of yours would feel really nice pushing up my asshole, you know? Maybe you could write a song about that, too. It's a sadly neglected topic."

He patted my butt. "I think there might be a song in cornholing you," he agreed. "Well, Pa's gonna be wondering where I've run off to. See y'all later." And he did his bowlegged cowboy walk back to the buttermilk mare, swung aboard her as slick as Gene Autry, and rode off into the trees. Gene Autry usually kissed his horse and waved goodbye to the girl. I think I liked it better this way.

"We could have same fun," Kim said. "Of course. In the winter, the snow gets pretty deep, so we'd have to find some place warm, but winter's a long way off."

"I can't wait for winter," I said. "I have to cool off right now. Race you to the pool." I had an easy victory because my legs are so much longer than Kim's. I was splashing deep in the water as she swam up to join me.

We just paddled around, dunked each other, and washed the cum and sweat from our bodies – not the sex – that isn't something you wash away. The memory of a good fuck is a lifetime thing – I think.

Afterwards we came out of the water, dripping, and we didn't have any towels, so we just lay on a spot of grass that was brightened by the sun shining through the treetops. We let nature dry us off. I looked over at Kim. She was looking at me, and I thought, tired, hell! I put my arm around her and our bodies moved together.

It had been fun when her stepbrother came up to join us, the redheaded cowboy balling it up with his Asiatic stepsister and the blonde visitor, but I was used to fucking. This girl/girl stuff was something else, and I ached to find out more about it. As Kim's lips touched mine, as our nipples met and stiffened at the contact, I knew that I had lucked onto something really interesting.

She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I sucked it, and for some weird reason I thought of Aunt Cheryl, the way she'd shivered when I kissed her goodnight last evening, the strange expression of her eyes this morning as she watched me get out of bed. Uncle Bill had talked about her coldness. She didn't look like a cold woman. Her eyes hadn't been cold at all while she watched me put on clean panties. The sun beamed down on me and Kim. We were touching and caressing, and it was delightful, but my thoughts were beginning to wander, and vague, troubling ideas started to form in the back of my head. It was no time far rational thinking, but I wondered all the same, wondered if I was jumping to a totally unwarranted conclusion or if, just possibly…

Later, we rode around the hills and she pointed out the local sights of interest, someone's hay field, the new barn a neighbor family had put up, a bay colt born in the spring and still a little wobbly on his spindly legs. We saw Roy Lee on the tractor, helping his father bale hay, and we waved at him.

Mr. Barton was a thin but hard-looking man, mostly bald, very red from the sun. Kim and I rode up and she introduced me to him. As I shook his hand and nodded hello I wondered what he would think if he knew that his son, stepdaughter and I had just finished the hottest – well, the only – bout of three-way fucking and sucking I'd ever experienced. He didn't look like the type who'd understand at all. He didn't remind me a bit of my own Daddy.

And finally, we crossed the ridge again and Kim left me off at the backdoor. She went loping off, riding her horse and leading old Duke. Aunt Cheryl was home. I saw her Cherokee parked in the garage. For a moment or two I considered flirting with danger, going out to the print shop and seducing Uncle Bill all over again. I had no doubt I could do it, but it seemed fairly dangerous. So I went into the house and helped Aunt Cheryl with super. This time I watched the way she looked at me. I even let my hip slide against her thigh. I leaned aver while she was getting bread from the own and touched her bent back with the tips of my braless tits, loose and pointy inside my shirt. The little shiver that pained through her body told me more than any words. I stepped back, muttering something about clumsy me, and she looked up, slightly flushed, and I knew. Oh, I knew! And it made me feel so smug and snotty, knowing that her innermost secrets were no longer secret, at least, not from me.

But what to do about it? Well, I thought, setting the table, the opportunity will came up, and when it does, I'll take it.

Supper was leisurely, and Aunt Cheryl appeared very happy to learn that Kim and I had hit it off so well – how well she didn't know. Uncle Bill didn't have much to say. He looked at Cheryl occasionally. More often, he looked at me, and once I touched him under the table with my foot, the way I'd done at breakfast, using my bare wiggly toes to tickle his cock almost stiff. He made a funny face, which Aunt Cheryl didn't notice because she was talking to me, and I let my foot fall away. I smiled at him, angelically, I thought, and I think he smiled too.

We sat on the porch for quite a while, just enjoying the sunset, and later had wine and cheese in the parlor. This time Aunt Cheryl brought out her own stash and we lit up.

It wasn't as good as mine, but I didn't taste anything which might have been that parquet poison, so I smoked a little and sipped some wine and pretended I was very excited by the illegality of it all.