Ron Taylor: The hot niece

"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!"

He did it! As I held him by the neck, Uncle Bill reached down, grabbed his stiff prick, and pushed it against the lips of my cleft.

I said, "Aaaaggghhhh!!" in a throaty voice, and my pussy ate him in one greedy gulp, taking him deep, hard, and fast. If he needed any proof that I was no virgin, no simple-minded little dummy moving into waters way over my head, the ripple of my cunt around his cock-stab should have convinced him. My head began to toss from side to side, and I felt my cunt lifting to meet him.

He got me by the hips, held me up, and he just drove that cock into me. Exactly as I'd requested, exactly as I needed! "Right on," I panted, curling my legs around his thighs.

"But can you go just a little harder. Just a little deeper, maybeeeeee???" I whined it out, for he was already touching places in me that sent quivers of excitement running through my body. My cunt was like a swamp, and his tool bored through me like Exxon looking for new oil deposits. He didn't find black gold, but grease oozed from my cuntal walls and he had a smooth, slick ride into my depths.

"For someone who's been on the wagon," I panted, "you don't seem to have forgotten the finer points."

And he hadn't. His teeth were gritted and he worked in and out of my twat, varying his approach, giving it to me like a man, the way I loved to get ft. Boys don't know shit about fucking. All they know is climbing on and sticking it in. They don't know that if they move their asses a little, side to side, not back and forth, if they just put some English on the stab of that stiff dick, it can send a girl up the wall begging for more, more, more!

I pulled his face down, raised my own, and we kissed, all wet and hungry, and we didn't miss a stroke of the fucking. It was good – really good. If Aunt Cheryl was pilling herself out of this, she needed her Goddamned head examined! Oh, Christ, the way my belly churned as he plumbed me again and again! His cock was just long enough. The tip of him was pressing the mouth of my womb and there was the most delicious sensation deep in my guts. I wanted to open myself even wider and swallow more of him, even though I could already feel his balls in the crack of my ass. His body pound against me, rubbing my clit all over my pubic bone, and my head swam madly, happily. I swallowed his tongue and sucked it like I'd sucked his pecker. He kept on feeding me his stiff rod, in and out, in and out, driving himself home. Where a woman can get by with her fingers, she really needs something bigger and better to make her feel the earth move and hear the bells ringing.

God! I was starting to get all trembly, and my ears were hollow. Or was it the earth shuddering under me, the bells ringing in the distance? I didn't know. I just held him with my hands, my legs, and my twat, and I teased him with the sweet promise of my body. Give me more, I told him in silent body language, give me more and I'll give you everything! Everything!

My head fell back and we moved. Now, I had one leg thrown over the back of the couch, the other dangling on the floor, and he was kneeling on the cushions, feeding me his dick without a single missed stroke.

I kept lifting my pussy to meet him, to eat him. "That's it," I gasped, "that's really itttt!!"

"You're telling me?" he said wonderingly. Words seemed so superfluous then, full of his cock as I was. I realized as I took him up my twat again and again how really hooked on prick I had let myself become. A smoker going through a nicotine fit? Nothing compared to Elizabeth Ashcraft without her daily ration of dick! It was going to be a nice visit, I thought, receiving him, and especially if Aunt Cheryl kept up the frigid routine he'd described. God only knew what her trouble was! The man knew what he was doing! I had friends in Cleveland Heights who fingered themselves to sleep at nights, wishing someone would give them what my Aunt Cheryl apparently had no use for. People! You just can't figure them. She looked sexy, she walked sexy, she talked sexy – even her lips, when I kissed her goodnight, had been warm and moist and yielding, the kind of lips made for kissing and other delicious activities. But here it was, the moment of truth, and she was upstairs in a valium coma while I lay on the couch getting the cock she didn't want. And God, was I getting it! My pussy screamed! His cock was thick enough to fill me, the way I loved to be filled. The more he fucked, the more raw my labes felt, especially at the very mouth of my hole. When his belly came down on mine and my clit did its jiggly little dance, crushed against my internal bone structure, it seemed foolish to hold back. It could get better, sure, but it was damned good now and I might as well let myself go!

"I'm coming," I gasped, just as my pussy erupted into convulsions. As if he needed to be told! I wiggled and squirmed on the couch, getting my legs around him again, pulling him into my hungry hole, and bathing him with my juices while he tried to keep up his rhythm! My puss became a network of twitching muscles. All he could do was pound against me and stay in me a long long time. He let my hole go crazy around his stiff bone. I held him tightly, and it was damned good enough for me.

"Fuck me," I told him, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!"

He came down upon me as my orgasm broadened. His motion was limited to jiggles now, little twitches of his cock, not the majestic strokes he'd been giving me, but I was so excited I could hardly tell the difference. It was that kind of fuck. I kept slamming up at him while he lay lean and strong and firm atop me, and I was full of his cock. Somehow I remembered that I was supposed to go riding with that neighbor girl the next day but, ha ha, I was the one being ridden tonight, and she could take her horse and shove it up her ass for all I cared. Neighborhood boys? I didn't care if there were any of them around. I'd settle far what I had in me right now. I didn't feel so bad about Daddy going off to the far corner of the world, abandoning me, so to speak. It still hurt that he'd gone now, what with my birthday coming up in three more days, but he had a living to make, I guess. That was an excuse, but it didn't take away the hurting. Not even Uncle Bill's hard thrusting cock could take away the hurting – not completely.

Funny, I thought, holding Uncle Bill tightly. It had come about because I crawled onto his lap. Did I have a natural effect on men when I sat in their laps. I asked myself. Did the closeness of me just make them get all kinds of horny ideas? Or was I just irresistible? Mmmm.