Ron Taylor: The hot niece

"Come on in," I said. "There's nobody here but us chickens." The door opened slowly.

I don't think Aunt Cheryl and Kim were paying any attention. Unless I'd missed my count, Kim had already experienced two crooning orgasms and was well into her third, and Aunt Cheryl was eating everything within reach of her lustful mouth. Uncle Bill pushed the door open and he stood there, watching in disbelief. His wife and the neighbor girl, and there was no question about what they were doing. Aunt Cheryl's bare, sweat-slicked ass was sticking up as she burrowed deeper and deeper into Kim's pussy, and there is, short of a very thorough medical inspection, only one thing you can possibly be doing when you're that close to a twat.

"Sweet Jesus," Uncle Bill said.

"Same thing I said when she was doing it to me," I giggled, spreading my legs and using my fingers to display for him the pink delights of my pussy. "Remember me? I'm the one who fucks you."

"Cheryl," he said in aloud voice.

Aunt Cheryl looked up, and her face went red. "Oh my God," Kim said, shrinking back. Uncle Bill's fist clenched. Uh-oh, I thought, maybe my scheme wasn't exactly the right one.

"What the fuck…" Uncle Bill tried to say, but before he could finish, I was on him, rubbing my naked body against his, sliding my arms around him.

"Listen," I said. "There are things going on around here that you don't know about. Yet. We can talk them over. We're all adults, more or less. But look at your wife. Do you see how much she digs what she's doing? She's trying to look guilty, but how can you feel guilty when you've been eating a twat like Kim's, I want to know Uncle Bill. I think he sent me here to straighten out things for everybody. I think that this hen party is in need of a rooster, like, fast! So why don't you just take off those confining clothes and let your body breathe, and if you don't have a hard on within sixty seconds, I'll kiss your ass – which I might do anyway?"

"Bill," Aunt Cheryl said, "there are some things we've never talked – about, things you don't know, things…"

"It isn't the time, to talk," I said, cutting in. "It's time to fuck." I unbuckled Uncle Bill's belt. His fists were still clenched, but he didn't make a move to stop me. His cock was already beginning to harden inside his pants. And whose fault was that? I wondered. Mine? Aunt Cheryl's? Kim's? He'd expressed some interest in punching Kim while he and I were in bed last night. Maybe it was the whole situation. I mean, it must have been a mind blower, walking into your own bedroom and finding three naked girls waiting there – and not only that, your own wife going down on the neighbor chick. By the time I'd worked his feet out of his fallen pants and shorts, his dick was sticking out a mile and a half, rigid as a fencepost and almost as thick.

"It's party time," I said, grabbing his pecker. It throbbed in my fist. I looked up at Uncle Bill, and I remembered a lot of things – how sad he'd made me last night, playing and singing. He'd made me feel good a little later, with his big cock driving up my asshole. Damn it, we were all civilized adults, and there was no reason in hell we couldn't be civilized about this whale thing. My fist slicked up and down his rigid prick and he started to breathe harder and harder. His eyes were on the bed, where Aunt Cheryl and Kim still lay, tense, separated, staring back at him.

"Fuck them," I told him. "Fuck both of them. Their pussies are wet and juicy and I don't think they'll say no; will you say no? See, they're not saying no. Climb on, Uncle Bill, but save something for me."

Aunt Cheryl backed away slowly as Uncle Bill eased onto the bed. "I-I don't know," she said. "Things are happening so fast, Bill. Things are getting out of control."

"I just want to fuck you," he said. "I wanted to fuck you the first time I met you, and I've wanted nothing but to fuck you ever since. I love you, Cheryl. Don't you know that by now?"

"But it's me," she said, hesitating. "I have this thing – I want to be with women – do you know what I'm talking about? I like to suck tits and eat pussies and…"

"…and you like to do the same things I like to do," Uncle Bill said gravely, touching her long dark hair. She leaned her head down and trapped his hand between her cheek and her shoulder. His other hand reached out and cupped her breast. I knew how that tit must feel, throbbing in his hand. Slowly, very slowly, she reached for his stiff cock.

"It feels good," she said. "It realty does. I thought maybe it never would again, Bill?" And she leaned back, opening her legs. "If you still want to try…"

"Goddamn it, I want to do more than try!" he said mounting her. There was a flurry of motion between their bodies and I saw her, heard her, thrilled at the sound of Aunt Cheryl groaning when he stabbed her pussy with his hard thick cock. Her legs lifted around him and she said, "Aaagggghhhh, Billlll…" and then her legs began to twine round his body and she moved under him, the bed shaking as they began to fuck.

Kim looked at me. "Looks like I'm the forgotten one," she said.

"Not as long as I'm around," I grinned back. She slid off the bed and came to me and sat down on the chair and she mounted me. Our pussies kept bumping together, and when we weren't mouth to mouth, I was sucking at her apple-shaped tits, my tongue rolling round and round her stiff nipples. She was hot and sweaty, tasting of salt and tang and arm, and I couldn't get enough of her. The only thing lacking was her stepbrother Roy Lee. Well, there was time for him, too. I'd be here till next spring, and what the hell else was there to do in Colorado winters except fuck your brains out? John Denver doesn't mention it in his songs, but it seems the most logical way to sit out the blizzards. I got my finger into Kim's asshole and she squealed like a stuck pig, bouncing up and down on my lap.

"Wait till you've had a ride on Uncle Bill's dick," I leered. "You may give up horses. Unless you do things with those horses that you haven't shared with me yet?"

"Don't you wish," she panted, rocking as I kept on finger fucking her slick, tight asshole.

From the bed Aunt Cheryl gave a whining cry of exultation and I looked in that direction and saw Uncle Bill pumping madly atop her. She couldn't fake it, not a scream like that one.

"Do meeeeeee!" she warbled, her legs writhing as they curled and twined around Uncle Bill.

I smiled in approval. She was coming, and I knew how fluidly, how sweetly, she came. Hadn't her juices poured into my mouth not more than an hour ago?

"Save some for us," I called to Uncle Bill, but I wasn't sure if he heard me. He pushed into Aunt Cheryl and she clutched at him, and the feeble final moans of her come seeped from her twitching lips. He gave her one or two more strokes, and her legs relaxed around him. They lay kissing and touching, his cock deep in her pussy, and I was so excited I could hardly sit still, even with Kim riding me and my finger up her ass.

"Kim," I heard a voice say, a male voice, and there was a tug at the melted body that rode mine. My eyes opened, and I saw Uncle Bill standing behind the Vietnamese girl with his cock still erect. His lance was coated in the film of Aunt Cheryl cunt juices, but it was firmly, fully erect. Kim looked around.

"It's your turn," he said. "I've heard a lot about you from Elizabeth, and I want to see how truthful she is."

Kim got off me, almost dancing as she looked down at Uncle Bill's rigid dong.

"Is that for me?" she asked ingenuously, and her had reached down to stroke it. He nodded. "Well, okay!" Kim said, dropping to her knees before him. She fed his pecker into her mouth. She began to suck him avidly, greedily, sliding her lips up and down his stiff piece of meat. It was not nearly as deep as I could take a cock, but she had a double purpose in mind. She was sucking the taste of Aunt Cheryl off his peter, refreshing her memory tilt the fragrance of my aunt's sweet, cummy twat.