Ron Taylor: The hot niece

I moved around them and went to the bed where Aunt Cheryl was lying. "Elizabeth," she said, touching my cheek with her hand. Her fingers felt hot, so eager. I kissed her and her hand slid down to cup my nearest tit. Her fingers pinched at a nipple already so stiff it hurt. I liked that kind of hurting. My hand roved down her belly, into the sweat and cum matted tangle of her pubic bush. She closed her eyes, moaning, when I tickled her labes. "I like that," she said. "I think I like everything."

"Stick with me," I told her. "I'll get your head where it belongs. Look at them. Look at Kim giving Uncle Bill head. Have you seen anyone suck a cock with so such enthusiasm? Of course not. You've never seen me in action yet. But you will. Oh, Aunt Cheryl," and my finger entered her pussy as she jerked back, moaning, "I want us all to be happy. Together. Is that too much to ask?"

"No," she whispered, "being happy is never too much to ask."

"I'm glad you see it my way," I said, and I leaned down, breathing warmly across her pussy. "And while I'm waiting, I might as well take advantage of this." I opened her and thrust my tongue inside. She tasted delicious, absolutely delicious. Uncle Bill had fucked her almost raw in his frenzy, and she squirmed every time I brushed her clit with the tip of my tongue.

I looked around. Kim was on the chair, on her knees, head and shoulders hanging over, the back, and Uncle Bill stood behind her, feeding his cock up her well of a pussy. She screamed in ecstasy each time he plumbed her, and I wanted to tell him, "put it in her asshole, the way you did me last night! If you want to hear some screaming, if you want to feel her come, fuck her tight little Vietnamese asshole!" But my mouth was full of Aunt Cheryl's clit and it would have been impolite to speak. Anyway, Uncle Bill seemed to be doing a pretty good job as it was.

I spread Aunt Cheryl a little more. "This is the best of all," she told me. "There's nothing better than this, Elizabeth. And you're getting better and better, each time you do it."

"It's not the best," I wanted to say. "Doing it all is the best. Tying yourself down, forcing yourself into a stereotype, that's where you get your head fucked up. Don't tell me you didn't come like a bandit when Uncle Bill fed you his peter. I heard you, saw you. All you need is some basic education, something to get your head turned the right way. And I can give it to you. Oh, can I ever!" As I gobbled her foaming twat I realized that for the first time I didn't really miss Daddy, not as much as I had at first time he kissed me good-bye at the Cleveland airport and took the shuttle to New York, leaving me to the mercy of relatives in Colorado.

I heard Kim's moaning cry of orgasm and I knew. First Uncle Bill had done for her what he'd done for Aunt Cheryl. But did he have anything left for me? My eyes turned toward the fuck-scene on the chair, and I saw him ease out of her deep-fucked pussy, and his cock was red but still as hard as a rock. Yes! I thought, when it came to satisfaction, I needed cock. We made a very complementary group. This will be better still, I thought, when we can get Kim's stepbrother into it. I wondered if Aunt Cheryl had ever been fucked up the ass. I wondered if she had ever taken a cock in her pussy and one in her rectum at the same time. I wondered if she would enjoy it when I set her up for that particular kind of fucking. Christ! I wanted to give it a try myself! And we would!

Tomorrow! I thought. Oh, Christ, tomorrow! Tomorrow was my birthday, and my aunt and uncle had promised me a party. Looking around at the scene in progress in the bedroom, there was no question about what kind of party it would be. The only difference would be that Roy Lee would join us. Oh, surely he would! One man, even Uncle Bill, couldn't hope to keep up with three hot women like me, Kim and Aunt Cheryl. God, I thought how could he keep it going right now? But he was. Kim's moans and climax still filled the air, blown toward the bed by the piney breeze from outside the house, and Uncle Bill was playing with her pussy as she fought through the finish of her climax. Me? I sat up and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth as Uncle Bill grabbed my head and shoved his peter in.

Did I suck him? Did I? Oh, Christ! My mouth slid up and down him, and he got the deep throat treatment which I had turned into an art almost without knowing it. I had his cock in my throat. I was kissing his nuts too. I knew that, having fucked Aunt Cheryl and Kim both, he couldn't last long, but that wasn't important. He was in my mouth and I was sucking the shit out of him, fast, eager, furiously, drunk on sex. Back on the big double bed, Kim and Aunt Cheryl were still kissing each other and sticking fingers in and out of each other's cunts, but they couldn't be enjoying it half as much as I was.

I released him for a moment, holding his throbbing cock in my fist, and I said, "Well, Uncle Bill, have I fixed things up or have I fixed things up?"

"Don't talk – suck," he told me. "We can talk anytime."

"My kind of man," I giggled, and I fed him back into my mouth.

I don't know how many swirls of my tongue, how many dips of my head it took before he gushed into me, but when his cum squirted, it was a gallon, at the fucking least. Hot, sticky, slimy, just the way I like it! The taste of him rolled over and over across the end of my tongue, but I didn't swallow his jizz. No! I had other plans! Do you remember?

He moaned and groaned as he ejaculated, and I closed off my throat, allowing the juicy jizz to accumulate in my mouth, and slowly, very slowly, his cock began to soften in me. I let it glide free, a little trickle of semen flowing from my lips with it, and then I turned around, to where Aunt Cheryl and Kim were still on the bed, kissing and finger fucking one another. My mouth was full of cream and my head was full of wickedness. "Mmmmmm," I gurgled at Uncle Bill, and I leaned down, insinuating myself into the place where Cheryl's mouth met Kim's. Their lips separated, making room for me, and it was three of us kissing. I just opened my mouth, let the stuff flow, into Aunt Cheryl's, into Kim, all three of us sharing the semen Uncle Bill had poured into my mouth in such a gushing, forceful stream. Our lips and chins were sticky with jizz and the taste of him was vivid and lively in all of us.

"See?" I told Aunt Cheryl, gurgling a little. "There are so many ways to spread the joy around."

She wrapped her arm around my neck and thrust her tongue into my mouth, seeking stray drops of the cum. We were all three in a huddle while Uncle Bill stood panting, watching by the bed, hi cock finally gone soft after servicing three hot shits into creamy climaxes – a good job for any man. But could he keep it up on a regular basis? We'd better stock up on oysters and vitamin E, I reminded myself as Aunt Cheryl's tongue played friskily inside my mouth. We could keep Uncle Bill in a manly status at all times. No problem there! Look at what he had to choose from!

He joined us on the bed, and we were a tangle of bodies. Nothing serious, just playing now, Uncle Bill was fucked out for the moment, and I was both astonished and I had to know that he'd managed to keep it up long enough to give me his sweetest, tastiest treasure.

Somewhere in the distance the phone began to ring.

Aunt Cheryl sat up. "My God," she said, "it's after 2:00! I should have been at the clinic! They're probably calling to find out if I've died or something!"

"Let me handle it," I said, sliding off the bed. "I'll tell them something plausible. More or less. You aren't going to work today, are you?" She shook her head. Her tongue was on Kim's nipple and her hand was on Uncle Bill's cock. She was getting it right, finally. A few more lessons and I'd have her cured, I thought smugly.