Ron Taylor: The hot niece

"I love it," Cheryl said. "I really love it. It's tight and it's hot and I'll bet it tastes like manna from heaven."

"So I've been told," I giggled, kissing her nose. "Do you want a taste? It's there, if you're hungry. It's there, Aunt Cheryl." She looked at me and I saw her shiver. We kissed again. And then…

As our mouths pound together, Aunt Cheryl kept one finger busy in my cunt. Her other hand covered one of my tits, which itself was more or less covered by the little tube bandeau I had put on this morning. As she felt the aroused warmth of me, her fingers began to quiver, and she jerked at the little strip of nylon, pulling it until my tit popped out, free, loose, the red nipple sticking out like a flagpole. Her fingers sought my nipple, closed on it, and I felt her sigh into my mouth, a dreamy, abandoned kind of sigh. She had no intention of turning back, even if she did sound and feel as guilty as Uncle Bill had, our first time together. Christ! I thought. Doesn't anyone just believe in having fun anymore? Does everybody have to moralize about it? I stuck my tongue into her mouth and reached down to help her caress my tits. Somehow we managed to get the bandeau slid down and both boobs into the open, and I kept guiding her hand back and forth, helping her stroke each tit and nipple in its turn.

"Now, that's it," I whispered into her mouth. "That's just right!"

She looked at me, eyes full of concern. I saw a reluctance in her expression but there was no tangible reluctance in the action of her hands. Fingers closed again and again on my stiff nipple; another finger plunged in short strokes, in and out of my sopping pussy. I couldn't lie still while she was doing it to me. "You know what I'm doing, don't you?" she said softly. "You've done it before. Right?"

"Mmm-mmmm," I agreed, cupping her cheeks, "but it feels very special with you. Please make love to me, Aunt Cheryl. I know you want to, as much as I want you to do it. I'm not very experienced, but I'm getting better and better at this. May have some surprises for you, mm?"

"You've given me plenty enough of those already?" she said, sliding down an the bed a little. My tits were bare now, both of them, and she began to lick at them. Her finger kept moving in and out of my twat and it felt good, but somehow I found her tongue even more erotic, more thrilling than the finger she had stuffed up my sex. She licked me, spilled a little drool onto my nip, worked it in with her tongue, then sucked me. She was a lot older than Kim, and she knew a lot more, too, I had to admit was all to my advantage, of course.

I got my fingers in her hair and played with her while she played with me. "Yes," I told her, "do that some more. It never feels the same when it's a woman sucking you, does it? Just not the same at all…"

The tube top was all I had on. My cutoffs were somewhere on the floor. It was a good way to be. Aunt Cheryl kissed and licked her way down my belly, into my navel for some rimming with her tongue, and then she was in my beaver, spreading me eagerly, ramming her tongue up me in one digging plunge after another. I squealed with glee and lifted one knee. She angled her face into my cunt and ate a little more, a little harder, and I bent my knee around the back of her neck, pulling her into me so there was no way she could have escaped even if she'd wanted to, which I didn't think she did. She kept dipping her tongue up my twat. She had both hands up on my tits now, mashing and squeezing them in a grip that belied her slender feminine build. She wasn't cruel, never, and the touch of her fingers was equally rough and exciting to me. I petted her fingers while she stroked me, and I worked my cunt up and up, ever into her avid, hungry face. Part of me was delighted to find that my hunch had been right on target. The rest of me was turned on like crazy by what she was doing to me. Smug and sexed-up, that was me. They were two of my favorite conditions. I remembered, feeling the live-wire whip of Aunt Cheryl's tongue, something that Kim had told me yesterday, about the lay of the land. Well, it looked as if that's what I was becoming. My exile in Colorado was turning out to be a pretty good thing after all, wasn't it? Aunt Cheryl's tongue fucked my clit and I thought, Oh, wow, yesssss!!!

"Come on," I said, "let's both get naked. It isn't fair that I should be and you aren't. Anyway, I want to see what you've got, Aunt Cheryl. Please?"

She lifted her head from my match. Her cheeks were fluted and her lips glistened. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then sat up, unbuttoning her white blouse as she did. It fell away and I hurried to help her. My hands went around her body, found the clasp of her pink bra, undid it, and the nylon cups fell away from her tits. I'd seen just a tantalizing glimpse of nipple through the semi-sheer nylon, but the real thing was better than any cheap peek. I cupped her tits and began to lick her big dark nipples while she undid her slacks and wiggled them down her legs. Under the slacks, she wore pantyhose, sheer all the way to her crotch, and even someone without my 20-20 could have seen the dark sexy expanse of pussy fur between her legs. I slid one hand down her belly and into the top of the pantyhose, and when I reached her gash, I was delighted to find out that she was as wet and ready as I was. Her lips were full and prominent, but not at all loose. I struggled with my finger until I was inside her, and she made an O-lipped moan as my fingertip entered her sweet hot hole. Then, she lay back, panting, nipples fiercely erect, and she looked up at me with anticipation gleaming in her brown eyes.

"How much do you really know, Elizabeth?" she asked, reaching up to touch the underside of my tit with the backs of her fingers. She brushed the stiffness of my eager nipple. "How much do you really know about making love to a woman?"

"I know this much," I said, planting a hot wet kiss on her mouth and moving swiftly to her tits. She wasn't big-busted, maybe B-cups, maybe 34s or 36s at the tops. Her boobs were pear-shaped and hung nicely on her chest. The nipples were very large, the size of silver dollars, with fat juicy tips already standing up to salute. My lips repaid the greeting, in spades, and I sucked until her teats were even stiffer, hotter, against my tongue. She moaned when my teeth dug into the firm but yielding flesh of her tits. Her hands wrapped around my head. I was pretty sure I'd answered her question satisfactorily.

"Let's get these down," I said, drool running down my chin, and I started tugging on her pantyhose. She lifted her ass to help, and I got them down, all the way down, and finally off, which was where they belonged. I sat a moment beside Aunt Cheryl's supine body, and I filled my eyes with the sight of her. She was lean and athletically-built, but her hips were full and her thighs seemed to invite the touch of fingers on their smooth lightly tanned surfaces. In fact, I did touch them, and they eased together, trapping my hands between them. I slid my fingers up and down the insides of Aunt Cheryl's thighs, from her knees to her fluffy, hairy bush. I could feel the droplets of moisture which coated her dark hairs. Slowly I let the edges of my hands bump her pussy again, again, again, and her legs spread.

"Better," I said, "but better still…" and with that I leaned down, using my fingers to open her gash.

She was very pink inside, not quite the same shade of pink as Kim and a much paler color, in fact, than the deep, luscious red of my own split twat. I came in closer and started to lick the edges of her labes. I had them spread widely, between the fringe of her pussy hair, across the smooth, fuzzless flesh, onto the rise of her pussy lips, and then – well, then I went down into the valley of her cunt. I started licking. Her clit was standing up, impossible to miss, much bigger than mine or Kim's, as fat as the end of my little finger and almost an inch long. I'd never seen a clit like that one before. Well, I'd only seen my own clit in a mirror and Kim's firsthand, so maybe I wasn't the best judge, but as soon as my tongue slid over the quivery tip of her nubbin I knew that I was licking a clit that deserved all the attention I could give it. I closed my lips around her big sex button, felt her shiver and quake, and I started to suck her avidly. She tasted better with each pull of my hungry lips, and somehow I was glad it had worked out this way, glad that I had taken the chance and played my instinct about Aunt Cheryl.