Ron Taylor - The hot niece

And, true to promise, I stuffed the end of the pillow into my mouth and bit down hard on it, and the urge to scream reverberated through me. I didn't let out a single sonic boom, nothing but the cooed, purred, "mmmmmmmm" as orgasm hit me in the cunt and spread everywhere inside Elizabeth Jo Ashcraft. My butt lifted higher and higher, eating Uncle Bill's tool, while my clit throbbed in the pinching grip of his thumb and forefinger. My pussy oozed a river of sweet sticky juice.

He stiffened against me when he was fully inserted, and his belly wriggled against my butt. His cock lurched suddenly inside my tight asshole tube. I felt him begin to unload. God, I love it! A cock squirting jizz up my asshole! You can't really feel a dick gushing in your pussy, but the rectum is so tight you can't help feeling it, every sweet spurt and ejaculation. I was too busy climaxing to count how many gouts of cum Uncle Bill shot up me, but he thrust and moaned for a long time and my anal passage was full of his jism, but it could never be full enough, not to satisfy me. He collapsed upon me, his cock softening in my asshole, and he lay atop me on the bed, both of us sighing and moaning and remembering how delicious it had just been. We shared the intimacy of after-sex, the intimacy that promises so much more to come. I hadn't thought, when I came out here to stay with my aunt and uncle, that I would end up full of Uncle Bill's hot sticky seed. I'd only arrived yesterday, but I wasn't about to complain. Daddy was in Saudi Arabia and would be there for an eternity, but I could endure the long wait until his return. I wanted to hear Roy Lee's songs. I'd never met a cosmic cowboy before. I was also interested in taking Roy Lee's cock up my ass. He had an interesting slender shaft, one that seemed perfect for cornholing a tight rectum like mine. There were just so many things to do in the time I'd be here in Colorado. At first I'd wondered how I could possibly kill eight or nine months up in the boondocks, but as Uncle Bill's cock began to soften inside my cum clogged asshole, I started to ask myself if there could really be time to do all the stuff that needed to be done.

"What you said about Kim Barton," Uncle Bill said, once we'd disengaged and lay side by side, finishing a pipeful of my homegrown, "was that really true?"

I smiled. "Don't you believe me?" I handed him the pipe and put my hand on his cock. My fingers were very warm, where I'd touched the brass bowl. He jerked as I touched him. I thought he was getting ready for another fuck and I pulled on his cock. I wanted it to stiffen, but no such luck. He was fucked out for the night. Maybe I'd diddle myself to sleep after he left me and had gone back to the cold bed he and Aunt Cheryl shared.

"I don't know," he said, exhaling. "Maybe I'm getting old and conservative, or something. It's just that you talk so casually about doing some really wild, kinky things."

"I do a lot of wild, kinky things," I said. Should I tell him that Roy Lee had joined us for part of the Kim/Elizabeth championship bout? Would he think that was kinky too, Roy Lee fucking his stepsister?

"Don't worry," I added. "You stick with me and I'll get you all loosened up, good and proper. Isn't that a weird choice of words! Good and proper! Do you think that most people would consider it proper for a man to cornhole his niece, even if she was willing and extremely nubile? Or proper for that same niece to promise to fix up her uncle with an equally willing, equally nubile neighbor girl? You're getting red-faced, Uncle Bill. Either you're holding that smoke too long and too deeply, or you're seeing me and Kim in a 69. We did one, it was great. Maybe we'll do another one, private entertainment for you, something to get you all turned on and ready. Oh! You're starting to get turned on right now, aren't you?" His cock had become almost half-erect in my fingers. "I bet you would like me to put this in my mouth and suck it, wouldn't you?"

"Are you a mind-reader too?"

"I can read your mind, but we'll have to make it fast. It's getting late, and morning rolls around pretty early here in the country. So you just smoke the rest of this weed. Isn't it better than the stuff you're puffing downstairs, be honest?"

Aunt Cheryl called me for breakfast the next morning, but she didn't come into the room and watch me get dressed, like she had yesterday. Aw, I thought. I'd been kinda counting on that! Now that I knew, or thought I knew, a good bit more about Aunt Cheryl and her psyche, I could have done a much better, more professional job than I had yesterday morning. Well, no matter. I had my plans for Aunt Cheryl.

She was out in the hall when I started down for breakfast. I saw the involuntary motion with which she tossed back her long straight hair. Her eyes were a little moist and so were her lips. "Do you feel better this morning, Elizabeth?" she asked. "I was worried about you last night. I had thought of coming in to talk to you before you went to sleep, but, well, I'd taken my pill and I didn't know if I'd be very coherent or helpful…" Too bad, I told myself, If you'd skipped the tranquilizer, maybe we could have gotten it all worked out last night.

"That's all right," I said, smiling up at her. "You made me feel a lot better." I took her hand and squeezed it. She acted as if she didn't want to let go, and then her fingers went loose, as if she'd overstepped herself. She stepped back, but she couldn't hide it, not now, not from a more observant Elizabeth. Aunt Cheryl had a craving for me – a sexual craving.

Well, that wasn't the root of hers and Uncle Bill's problems. I mean, they'd been cold on the shoulders before I came out to stay with them. Uncle Bill was so fucking horny that first night that he was almost no problem at all. He'd been doing without. Why? The glitter in Aunt Cheryl's eyes as she looked at me had something to do with it, and I was pretty confident that if I could just get her off alone for a while, I'd have to fight her off my ass. Provided I gave her the telltale clues that my ass was available.

"I'm really sore," I said, as we stood there at the head of the stairs. I was wearing a little tube top, that wasn't quite sturdy enough to hold down my tits, and a pair of denim cutoff so high up the legs that none one of my panties would fit under them without showing. "Right here." And I touched myself just inside the frayed cutoff denim legs, where my thighs jointed to my torso. "Just this continuous ache, you know?"

"Mmm," Aunt Cheryl said, taking a deep breath. I worked my fingers a little further into the thighs, showing her that the ache spread up and down my hips. "It's probably just a little strain from all that riding you did yesterday. If you're not used to sitting a horse…"

"Well, I thought maybe you could check me or something," I added. "With a licensed paramedic in the family, I figured why not take advantage?" and I smiled, fetchingly.

"Later," she said. "After breakfast. You might have some muscle or ligature injury, but it's probably just old-fashioned cramp."

We entered the kitchen laughing and talking, and I made sure to limp a little. Uncle Bill was waiting for us. I smiled at him. This time he didn't look away. His eyes were bright, and I knew he was remembering last night and the promises I'd made him. Maybe today, I had told him as he was going back to his own bedroom. Kim was supposed to come over this afternoon. If things worked out, maybe the three of us could get off by ourselves and he could find out on his own if Asiatic girls were cut horizontally or vertically.

After breakfast, Uncle Bill had to go into town. It was Friday, and he had to pick up the copy for the county's weekly newspaper. At least five thousand eager readers would be expecting to pore over the paper first thing Monday morning. He had to mail out a large box of poetry booklets he'd printed up for someone back east. All that, I estimated, should occupy him for at least a couple of hours. That was time enough for me to try what I had in mind. The more I thought about it, and the more often I watched Aunt Cheryl watching me, the less doubt I had. I'd missed all the telltale signs and symptoms at first, solely because of my lack of experience. A morning and afternoon with Kim had opened my eyes, and now I was ready to put it into practice.