Ron Taylor: The hot niece

"Suck it, you sweet little bitch!" I heard her gasp, and she managed to get her hands onto my body. We were lying side by side, my feet angled toward her head. She grabbed me by the snatch and pulled, and when someone's tugging on your pussy, there's not much resistance you can make. I let myself be guided, without missing a single suck or swipe on her clit, and then she was pulling me onto her. I'd 69ed with guys, and Kim and I had given it a brief try yesterday, while we were sunning ourselves after our second swim, but I'd been too excited to be much good in my first lesbian 69. I was still excited, sure, but I had a better grasp of what was going on now, and I felt a surge of joy speed through my body as my puss settled down onto Aunt Cheryl's face.

"Sweet," she murmured into my cunt, and she put her hands on my ass, spreading me widely. I squashed my wet hole down upon her seeking mouth, felt her tongue slip inside. I knew more of the ropes this time around. I kept on working her clit, and as she began to tongue in and out of me, doing just what I'd have done to myself if I'd been able to bend like a pretzel and get my face between my thighs, I let my tongue slide down her pink vulva, toward the contracting mouth of her own cunt. I thrust into her, five or six times, quickly and she jerked with each stab, but she didn't let up for a second what she was doing to me in reply/response, and my excitement was dynamite and I could feel that hers was very, very similar. No two ways about it. Aunt Cheryl might be a cold fish next to Uncle Bill in bed, but when she had another woman to work on, she was hot as a two-dollar pistol.

Taste? Not quite like Kim's, not quite like my own. Different. Older, more mature, almost like fine, aged wine. God, I thought, can you develop so much in such a short time? She was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, hardly ten years older than I was, but she tasted like a woman, and I knew I would never forget the essence of that fragrance as long as I lived. Juice leaked from her hole and I drank it sloppily but erotically, using my tongue in and out of her pussy with a vengeance.

And she was doing it to me, doing it with a skill that proved beyond question she was no virgin at this act. Her tongue played clever, craft games across my spread pussy, in and out of my hole, over my clit. The ooze bubbled from my hole into her mouth. She drank, lustily.

I was trying to keep up with her. I could feel the excitement bubbling in her simmery twat, and I kept my tongue busy, sliding it up her rippling hole, into the pit from which her sweet fragrant juices flowed. She did the same to me, both of us acting in a perfect kind of counterpoint that I was accustomed to from guy/girl fucking but had not yet exactly found with another woman. Even Kim, who had been so perfect and delicious, had more or less alternated with me, one of us working, then the other. The lessons Kim had given me were paying off though, paying off spectacularly! If I knew pussies, and I was pretty sure I did, Aunt Cheryl was on the verge of coming. The knowledge made me quiver with anticipation and I thrust my tongue up her, probing deeply in her sweet juicy hole, tickling her innards, coaxing her to do it, do it, do it!!!

She came first, an unmistakable orgasmic eruption against my sucking mouth, and I heard her moan into my pussy. I just buried my face in her thickly furred crotch and drank everything that oozed from her tasty crack. I pressed this way and that, rocking through the come with Aunt Cheryl, teasing her and fulfilling her at the seine time. She made fitful licks at my puss, but she was occupied principally with her own climax and I couldn't blame her. My turn was coming.

As her cunt began to subside in its intensity, I squatted a little tighter down upon her face and wiggled my snatch from side to side. She moaned, a deep guttural sound, but she got the message, and her tongue shot into me. It felt good and I rocked with growing fervor, taking all she could hand out. Which was plenty. Oh, God, was it! I had my finger up her cunt, reminding her that Elizabeth Jo was still on the job, and she licked me inside out. Then I was coming too, bursts of sweet cummy ecstasy flooding through my body. All of it centered around my pussy hole, where Aunt Cheryl's tongue kept ramming in and out while one of her fingers stroked and strummed the bud of my clit and the other stroked its way up and down my ass crack, paying more attention than I could fucking endure to my puckering little asshole itself. I thought she was going to stick her finger up me, the way Uncle Bill had stuck his cock into that particular hole last night on my guestroom bed. Jesus, I was hoping! And for the longest, sweetest moment, I felt her gouging at my tender red pucker, and I gasped. Apparently that was all it took. I started to climax, all over Aunt Cheryl's sucking mouth and tongue. She wormed up into my pussy from underneath, eating all I had, sucking harder and harder in her unending quest for more. Yes, I thought, my last coherent reflection before I went over the edge, I hadn't misjudged my aunt, not in the slightest. She was a born cunt lapper. I only hoped that my cunt would get its full fair share of her loving oral attention.

And indeed I promised myself, coming into her mouth, there was no way I would do without some of this – lots of this – in the time I'd be staying here with Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Bill. A long residence, off to the most promising start you could imagine. I'd had them both, and I would have them both. Again and again and again, the way I was coming, again and again and again.

"How did you know?" Aunt Cheryl asked, lying beside me on her bed. It was the same cold bed she and Uncle Bill shared at nights, but it wasn't cold now and she wasn't valiumed into sexual oblivion. Her cheeks still glowed from the comes we had given one another, and I could feel a glow in my own face, too. It had been a fair game, and neither of us had reason to complain.

"Lots of little things," I told her. "Uncle Bill confessed to me – while I was putting the make on him – that you had turned into a dead fish in the bedroom, and the poor guy was so fucking horny I couldn't help myself, you know? And other clues, too, things that just came together. All of a sudden, I had it."

"You really fucked Bill?" she asked. I nodded, proudly. Why shouldn't I be proud? He was a good fuck, and I'd given him a dandy lay. I'd shaken his rocks around and given them the release they needed. Aunt Cheryl took her head. For a moment I considered telling her about me and Daddy, but it didn't seem the proper time. She hardly knew Daddy, for one thing, and she couldn't understand the relationship, not so soon. There was time enough later. Right now I was stroking her tits and playing with her nipples, so sweetly reluctant to retract. She'd moan a little when I toyed with her tits, and she'd lean down and kiss my wrists. Our bodies were entwined, one of her legs between mine, one of my legs between hers, and sometime she'd managed to get me completely out of the bandeau tube that had been my last remaining garment, little as it covered.

"I've been a bitch to him," she sighed. "He doesn't know why, does he? Doesn't even suspect?" I shook my head. If I read him right, he was simply baffled. Aunt Cheryl sat up. Her tits jiggled softly, and the nipples were still rigid, a filmy sheen of sweat coating her large areolas. She smelled of sweat and pussy, and there was nothing like that aroma. No, both of us smelled of sweat and pussy. The room reeked with our juicy cuntal odors. I loved it. I sat up too, slipped my arm around her thin waist, reached up with my other hand and started to play with her tits again.

"It goes back a long way," she said. "Back to Berkeley. Long before I met Bill. In fact, I kinda got him on the rebound, if you know what I mean. I had some sex in high school, nothing spectacular, just same nervous teenaged fucking. After I came to Berkeley, well, I got into different things. I met a girl there. She was a freshman too, but she had been around, more than I could believe, and we were sharing a room. She had ideas about sex that didn't match anything I'd ever run into, growing up in Napa Valley. It's hard to talk about, even now, but we became lovers, Melissa and I. It was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to me, that first time we got into bed together and I just lay there and let her show me what she'd been talking about for a couple of months. She ate me inside out, showed me how to do it to her. I got hooked, Elizabeth, really hooked."