Ron Taylor - The hot niece

"I taught Daddy how to smoke grass," I added. "And he taught me how to fuck. Do you like to give it up a girl's ass? I can really get off on that, sometimes, you know? Like, if you'd come over here and let me suck your cock again, I bet I could get you hard in a hurry, and maybe we could try it that way, if you like it, I mean. Bet you'd dig it with me. I get all weird when I've got one up my ass. I moan and come all the time and Daddy says it's like trying to catch a greased pig at the county fair, you can grab but you can't really hang on, but that's the fun of it. Hmnnn? Want to try? And maybe in return you could show me how to play guitar. I always wanted to learn, but ever since Daddy and I got started, I just haven't had the time…"

"I can't believe anything I'm hearing," Uncle Bill said. "You talk like a whore! Like one of those cheap sluts who sit in cubicles at massage parlors and take on anyone who comes through the door! And you're just a kid, Elizabeth, almost a child…"

He cupped my firm, red-nipples tits and wiggled them at him. Did children have tits? I asked with the gesture. Tits like these?

"Listen to me," he added. "Maybe things haven't been so great between me and Cheryl lately, but I don't have to go around carrying on with a schoolgirl – with my own niece."

He cleared his throat. "This won't happen any more," he said as if he really meant it.

I made a pouty face at him, but he just turned and went upstairs. I sat on the couch until I heard his bedroom door go shut, and I knew that he was in there now, undressing again, crawling in alongside Aunt Cheryl while she lay in her medicated sleep. She had no idea if he was in bed or not; she didn't care. And Uncle Bill – well, he'd gone white as a sheet when I told him the story of me and Daddy, and I still didn't think he believed anything I'd told him. It was true, and I just wanted him to know the score, to know that he could have me if he wanted, if he needed. I was here; I was available. I kinda dug the brand of fucking he threw onto a girl's body. A second helping of that would set well with me.

"This won't happen any more," I said, mimicking him. I picked up my shirt and panties and strolled up the stairs, naked now. Maybe he'd be peeking out his door as I went by. Nope. I went into my room and stood by the window again. The moon was high in the night sky, surrounded by millions of stars. Lovely night. My body felt good, too, super-good. Diddling would never have left you this contented, Elizabeth, I reminded myself as I lay down. My legs parted, and I found my fingers crawling into my crotch. I giggled as I spread myself and started to play in my sticky puss. My clit was still at attention from the session with Uncle Bill. Little oozes of joy sped through me. My legs quivered and I sighed. I hoped Uncle Bill was still awake down the hall, hoped he could hear me, hoped he could guess what I was doing.

"Aaahhhh," I purred in a sultry, moaning voice, dipping into my hole with two scooping fingers.

An hour ago this would have been enough for me. But even as my fingers did their wiggly, frisky in-out, even as my belly began to undulate and my toes curled and uncurled in delight, I found myself thinking of Uncle Bill's cock ramming like a cannonball up my cunt. Each stroke racked me, rolled me, sent me into many flights of eager-cunted response.

Uncle Bill's was the third cock I had allowed in my pussy. Not long after I started with Daddy, I began to feel a natural curiosity about other men and their sex talents. So I looked around and decided which of the campus Romeos. I would honor with my body. He was young and hard, and he fucked me half the night, but it just wasn't the same. As our bodies ground together, I knew he was only a boy with so much to learn. Let him learn on someone else, I decided, and then come back my way when he'd finished his homework. From then on, no one got into me but my Daddy. I didn't stop my cock-teasing. It was too much fun. I'd go out occasionally, get my date gasping and moaning and stiff as a board, and then I'd go home and crawl into my father's bed and rise his hard, manly cock while we shared our delight and secret knowledge.

Uncle Bill? Well, he wasn't a boy. That was for damned sure. He knew his way around a pussy. I figured him for a good hand at eating, too, and I could hardly wait to see if his tongue was as skilled as Daddy's. Anyway – I'd made up my mind. Uncle Bill and I would be fucking again. Soon. And often. Christ! With a wife turned cold and full of downers, how could he resist? And if he fucked as well all the time as he'd fucked me downstairs on the couch, how could I resist? I squeezed my cunt as the tremors of orgasm began to pass through me, and even amid a shower of sweet joy flooding me, I was thinking ahead, to the next time I'd open my legs and Uncle Bill's hard cock would go thrusting up my tube, anxious to spill its hot seed deep in the pit of my belly. My finger slipped back into me, and it felt good, but oh so much better, I thought, when it was a cock, a real throbbing cock, and not just a skinny girlish finger. I settled onto the pillow, sighing, choking back a sob, and I pulled up the covers and settled easily into a sleep full of sweet cunty dreams. Best kind.

I heard Aunt Cheryl calling my name, and I opened my eyes, wiping the sleep away with my fists. She was standing by the bed in her whites, ready for a day at the women's clinic in town. Her hair was pinned back and bunned, and, she still wasn't wearing makeup. She had a radiant glow in her cheeks and eyes which seemed almost immoral on a woman pushing thirty.

"What time is it?" I asked, partly enmeshed in a weird dream about Daddy and Uncle Bill double-teaming me. I was sorry when the dream began to fade and the light of day flooded into my eyes.

"Eight o'clock," she said. "Would you like to have breakfast with us, or would you rather sleep a little longer? I think Kim will be over about ten, though." She smiled. "We get up with the chickens and go to bed with the cows here in the country."

Seemed like a bestial combo to me, but I suppressed the urge to giggle. I threw back the covers and lay stretching on the bed, wearing only my panties. My body slid over the sheets I'd warmed with my natural head during the night.

Aunt Cheryl looked down at me. I drew back my fists, yawning, and my tits just seemed to arch forward of their own will. The nipples were stiff. They usually are when I've awakened from a night of sweet sexy dreams.

"Oh," I said, "the morning air smells so crisp and clear and good! Back home I'd be coughing out the exhaust fumes and the fragrance of Lake Erie. God! I never knew air could taste so good!" I sat up, slid my legs over the edge of the bed. Aunt Cheryl was maybe two feet from me, and I saw her fingers curl, as if she were trying not to make a fist but couldn't quite hold back the urge. God, I thought suddenly, does she know what happened last night? Did Uncle Bill get some kind of confessional urge this morning and tell her all the dirty details? No. That couldn't be it. She didn't seem angry. It was just the way she looked at me.

I stood up. "Better get dressed," I said. "Unless you go in for naked breakfasts." It was a funny idea, and I laughed. Aunt Cheryl's face got red. Her eyes narrowed. I saw her lips flutter, too, and then the tip of her tongue, showing between her soft pink lips, tongue moving slowly from side to side. "Would you grab some clean panties?" I asked her. "They're in my suitcase. I didn't bother putting my stuff in the drawers last night. Doesn't matter which ones. Pink is fine," and by that time I'd stepped out of my last night's panties and I stood naked by the bed. Aunt Cheryl came toward me, holding out the pink bikinis, and I took them with a smile, but she wasn't looking at my eyes, her gaze was turned downward. I followed her direction and realized she was looking at my puff of golden-haired beaver fuzz. Hadn't she ever seen a natural blonde before?