Ron Taylor: The hot niece

"Mmm," I said, "it tastes so Goddamned good!" and with that I fed him into my mouth and started sucking.

He grabbed my head as I started to work on him, and he wasn't fighting now. No, sir! He shoved it to me, pushing hard, filling me with his cock, and if I'd ever met a man who needed a blowjob, well, it was my Uncle Bill. His cock was rampant and savage in my mouth, just the way I like a cock to be. I sucked it avidly, taking it deeply, all the way into my throat. He sighed aloud when I did that and I made my mouth a snug wet fist clutching his manhood. As I worked on him with my mouth, I had my hands in action too, undoing the top of his pants, dragging them down. He had no shorts under his jeans, and immediately I was in my glory, swooping down his rod until my lips grazed his bag of nuts and the tip of him quivered deep inside my throat. He had a big, fat, suckable cock. It wasn't as big or as sweet as Daddy's, but Daddy was thousands of miles away and Uncle Bill's was a delicious substitute. I ate him with gusto, sliding up and down his rigid, quivering length until his knees began to shake.

Then I slid him out of my mouth and licked and kissed and tongued up and down the outer shell of his pecker, nuzzling him, even nipping now and then wit my teeth just for fun.

"You're no amateur," he said, in a thin, hoarse voice as he guided my head. "You know what you're doing, don't you, Elizabeth?"

"I told you I did. And I'm a very truthful girl. Not to mention a great piece of ass. Remember?" And I looked up at him with glittering eyes, while my hands worshiped the stiff phallic bone of his rigid cock. He was jelly in my hands, but the hardest, most responsive jelly. I knew as I looked into his eyes that I could make him do anything I wanted. Anything.

So I stood up then, tits wobbling prettily, the nipples stuck out in vivid, red, kissable tips. I cupped my boobs, bent my head forward and licked at the upper curves. I can suck my own nipples. Did I tell you that? It takes a little strain on the neck muscles, but it feels so narcissistically cunty to have your own nipple all hot and tingly inside your lips. Daddy used to love to watch me do it.

I just teased with my tongue this time, licking toward my nip, straining, not quite reaching it. My fingers squeezed the base of the nipple, made it stick out further, redder, more inviting. I looked up at Uncle Bill. Was he getting the message? He was! He grabbed my tits, fed one into his mouth and started using his lips and tongue and teeth on it, sucking like a starving baby. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his head. He squeezed my tits together so he could lick from one nip to the other in the shortest possible time, and he sucked me and sometimes he'd raise his face and our lips would meet, and it was interesting indeed, the way he kissed. Still a hint of reserve when our lips met, but I worked at him with my tongue and gradually he began to melt a little, and then it was more like kissing. And you know how that is.

His hand slid down my belly, into my panties. His fingers moved almost nervously across my skin but I was soft and yielding and his fingers pushed past the waistband onto the puff of my cunt. My blonde beaver was full of his fingers, and he was finding my slit, stroking it, testing the smooth pink crack with his fingertip. I leaned back against the edge of the table, legs spreading as he got into the caress part of it. His finger slid over my clit and I whined, and the same finger, I think, parted my tight labes and entered me in a quick fleeting penetration. My pussy snapped at the intruder and my head eased back even more.

"I want you to eat me now," I said. "Get down there and suck my pussy. Please?"

His finger seemed to hesitate where it was in me, and then it popped out of my hole. I thought for a moment I'd been too direct, maybe, that I'd scared him, but instead, my frown turned to a smile. Uncle Bill grabbed at my waistband and slid the panties halfway down my thighs. I hopped up onto the edge of the table. It was cool against my bare ass, and there were papers and magazines and all kinds of shit blocking my way. I just shoved, and I saw a bound-up stack of paper-covered booklets go scudding over the edge of the table. They hit the floor with a thud. The cord loosened and the booklets went flying across the floor. I hoped he wouldn't have to print them all over again, but I didn't care if they were damaged, because he was already on his knees, leaning into my cunt, spreading my thighs with his firm, strong hands. His nose touched my pubic fur and then his tongue brushed my slit and I said, "Whooooohhhhh!!!" It felt good.

His fingers slid up my thighs, onto my pubic bun, and he opened me wide, so wide it made my labes tingle with a kind of hurting. His tongue slipped inside and he started licking me from clit to hole and back again. It felt good, not as good as when Daddy did it to me, but Daddy was older than Uncle Bill, and Daddy had had a lot of practice. He knew how to turn me on, no two ways about it. Uncle Bill would have time to learn. I'd be here fill next spring. Mmm, I thought, feeling his tongue play around the slick tight mouth of my twat. This will brighten those cold Colorado winters, a roaring fire and my legs wrapped around his head, or a bearskin rug spread out in front of the fireplace and both of us going to town.

What about Aunt Cheryl? Well, if she was half as cold as Uncle Bill described her probably she wouldn't mind at all. Funny, though. She didn't seem cold. I mean, she seemed like a friendly, open person. Maybe I just didn't know much about frigid women. Maybe that warm smile masked a glacier-like interior. What the hell did I care? Uncle Bill was nuzzling in my pussy, and he was giving me a man-sized eating, the way he'd given me a man sized cock to suck on. He even chewed on my pussy lips, a little too hard, the way I liked it, the way Daddy used to eat me, and I wondered, giggling, if they'd learned their art practicing on the same cunt. No, not likely. Daddy was so much older. Well, Uncle Bill and Daddy did have one cunt in common – besides the one they'd both entered the world from, I mean. They had mine too, now. I closed my legs around his neck and squeezed his neck while he sucked the juices from my hole. His tongue kept going into me, deeper and deeper, pulling out now and then as if he were exhausted from his efforts and had to catch a breath. Mmm, I wanted to kiss him, wanted to rub my mouth all over his and eat the sweet juicy fragrance of my snatch from his lips! That was one of my favorite parts of it, with Daddy – oh, shit, everything was my favorite with Daddy! And I'd thought I might have to spend almost a year without that kind of supercharged, man-sized loving! No way, baby! No fucking way! I'd come here yesterday, I'd swallowed his cum in my mouth last night, and this morning Uncle Bill was feasting on my gash. It could only get better and better.

I could feel a come boiling in my guts, a hot sweet come, and I saw no reason to hold it back. Uncle Bill wormed hungrily into my pussy and I started to smear his face with my orgasmic juices. My cunt was bumping him again and again, thrusting itself sluttishly toward the wiggle of his tongue, and I said, "Ooohhh, make me cream, make me, make me commmmmmmmme!!!" But he was already doing that, and if he couldn't feel it, couldn't taste it, he'd been without a woman way, way too long!

My body rocked six or seven times and I had to hang onto his head. I knocked some more things off the table as I thrashed around. "Eat me," I told Uncle Bill in a hot, tense voice. "Eat me up!"

It subsided, the way orgasms have to do. You can't come forever. Though, God knows, there are times when you'd like to. This wasn't one of the spectacular climaxes of my life, I have to admit, but like someone used to say, "Cheap thrills are better than no thrills at all." Mostly I was just proving to myself that I could do it, that I could make Uncle Bill come down off his high horse and get to the fun part of life. There was no reason we shouldn't, and his reluctance was the only thing in our way. As his tongue made its last swirl over the cleft of my cunt, though, I knew that he'd be hard-pressed to come up with a viable no the next time I put some action on him. Or maybe I wouldn't have to initiate it. Maybe the next time, he'd come sniffing up to me. Mmm. I might play hard to get, in that case, start him panting and begging, then smother him in snatch!