Ron Taylor - The hot niece

I was sucking when he began to squirt. Oh, shit! I thought. Not so soon! My head jerked back, and I held the tip of his dong prisoner in my mouth while he ejaculated. My mouth filled with his thick creamy jizz, gallons of it, or so it seemed. I had to swallow just so there'd be room for more. It tasted good, and it brought back old memories. I dosed my eyes, sighing, sucking. When I let his cum slide down my throat in an oozy, hot mass, it was warm all the way to the pit of my belly. Smacking my lips, I released his wilting dong. I rocked back and trust my hand down into my panties. While he watched, I began to masturbate myself, frigging my clit and my crack in passionate strokes, little moans seeping from my lips.

"Aunt Cheryl!" I said suddenly, going even further back. "Are we – am I making too much noise?" The morality of the act itself no longer bothered me. I just didn't know if my aunt would appreciate what had happened, what was still happening as far as I was concerned. For my body had turned on all over again, and now I had to have mine, too.

"Cheryl?" Uncle Bill said, like he'd been hit over the head with a mallet. His pecker was drooping now, lying half-soft, half-hard, on his pants. He moved in the chair, and I saw his dick twitch. My finger was in my pussy right then, going in my sticky tight hole, but I had a free hand and I used it the way God meant. I grabbed his dick and began to shuck him in counterpoint with the finger strokes in and out of my twat. I could feel hardness beginning to creep back into his rod.

"I don't think I care," I said, sighing. My clit was erect and almost painful in its erection. I kept my finger rubbing along the pink nub, rubbing till I moaned, till I shivered, till my fist became a clamp on Uncle Bill's cock. He went hard again, almost like magic in my hand, tooting up to his full seven or eight inches of erect gristle. Holding him, I stood up, and with one hand I pulled down my panties. "There," I said, indicating my blonde fur and the red slice amid the golden curls. "That's where I need it. Right now."

"For God's sake, Elizabeth," he said, trying to shake me loose. I hopped onto the chair, astride him, and I lifted high. I smeared my wet pussy all over his face, smothering him in my hair and my juices.

"For God's sake," I repeated. "Or at least for mine." I threw one leg over the back of the chair and now I had him. His face was in my crotch and I wouldn't release him on any account. I felt his tongue graze my wet, sensitive flesh, and then he had one hand, and another, on my ass. He was holding me, and his tongue moved into my pussy. I scissored my legs around his head. It was a pretty good eating, but I needed oh so much more than just being eaten. His dick was up, and I would have that dick in me, came hell, high water, or even Aunt Cheryl.

"Lick it," I said. "Make me scream. Make me cream."

He pushed me back. "I don't know why I'm doing this," he said, but the edges of his fingers were in the crack of my ass and goose bumps formed all over my body.

"Because it tastes good?" I asked.

"No – yes – I mean…"

Slowly, I uncurled my leg. I eased off the chair and sat on his lap once again. His stiff pecker was trapped between my thighs, the fat juicy head sticking up so I could play with it. "You don't have to feel guilty," I said. "Not a bit. I mean, I was gonna go back up and finish playing with myself. God, there's something about that hillbilly music that hits you right in the guts, isn't there? It's so real. Or did you just make it real? Where you were hiking about lonely nights? Am I prying? We should be able to talk. Shouldn't we?"

He cleared his throat, and he groaned when I pinched the end of his dick. "It's hard to talk with you doing tat," he complained. "Jesus, Elizabeth! It's hard to think with you sitting there, so close, so warm, so naked. You smell like talcum powder. Cannabis-flavored talcum powder, maybe?"

I laughed and grinned. So did he. It was a good sign.

"Cheryl," he said, sighing. "Cheryl."

"Tell me about it," I suggested, laying my head on his shoulder.

All was not nearly as well as it could be, I learned, listening to my uncle talk. And if he did a good job on sad country songs, well, maybe it was because it echoed the way he felt.

"It's been like this for months," he said. "Right now she's asleep. Three valiums. Fives, not tens. And every night it's the same way. I love her so much it hurts, and she's turned so Goddamn cold I can't stand to be in the same bed with her. It's like sleeping in a snowdrift. I don't know why. She keeps telling me there's nothing wrong at all, that she just doesn't sleep well and she doesn't feel like doing it, and…"

"And it looks as if I came along at the right time?" He raised his eyebrows. I kissed them. "Because I sleep like a kitten, and because I always feel like doing it."

He almost spilled me off his lap. "For the love of shit, Elizabeth! I don't know why I've let this go as far as it has already. I can't be – shouldn't be – shouldn't even think about…"

"You did more than think when you filled my mouth with that sweet syrup," I purred, stroking his dick. "It tasted good, and there was so much of it. I thought, wow, has he been saving this for me? Like a week's backlog, at least, and, mmmm-mmm good, you know? But…"

"I don't know why I let you do that."

"Because it felt good. Because you needed to do it. And because I needed it too. Now!" I stood up, and I tugged at his hand. "I want you to take me over to the couch and fuck me. Your cock is as hard as a rock, and if you couldn't taste the hungry in my pussy, you need a new tongue."

"You want it?" I asked, pulling harder. He stood up. His cock was sticking out, in full glorious erection. "You want it, and you need it. So do I. So let's do it. And when you've given me what I need, maybe I'll tell you a story. Fair enough?"

"You're my niece," he said. "It's against the law, isn't it?"

"It's against the law of nature to do without when you have the chance to do with," I replied. "And if Aunt Cheryl is valiumed into dreamland, there's no chance of getting caught. It only counts as incest when you get caught. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about." I smiled, and it was a sweet happy smile that matched the sweet memories inside me. Uncle Bill's head turned. In profile, he looked so much like Daddy it made my heart go zing! I jerked on his hand, and both of us wound up on the couch. Our bodies tussled and strained, and the cum-sticky end of his cock was all over my belly and crotch. Where it belonged was in me, and I knew that, since we'd made it as far as the touch. Victory was within reach. I reached, and my hand filled up with cock. "At least take your pants off," I said. "I don't like to screw with clothes on, you know? It seems so undignified."

"You're crazy," he said, but he unbuttoned the top button and wiggled out of his jeans and shorts. Then he lay down on me again. I opened his shirt, pushing it back. He didn't have that big mat of hair on his chest like Daddy. His chest was nearly smooth, just little wisps of fur here and there. He had small brown nipples, and they were rigid in my probing fingers. He moaned as I squeezed them, and his cock jiggled against me two or three times, reminding me what we had come here for.

"So am I," he added, as I opened my legs and his bare, hard body settled between them.

My legs were stretched across the floor, spraddled widely. The swell of my ass perched precariously on the edge of the sofa cushion. I reached down, touched my lips, and found that they were wet and juicy, as ready for insertion as they'd ever be. "Do it, Uncle Bill," I whispered, putting my arms around his neck. "Do it to me. I like it hard and fast, you know? I like to be fucked by a man. Show me you're a man. Fill up my pussy. Slide that cock up me and fuck till I scream. But don't stop then, because when I scream, it means I'm just warming up. Wait till you feel my pussy twitching all around you. I'm tight and so hot and wet and, oh, God, do it now, do it now, please!"