Norma Egan - Between auntie_s thighs

"Why, Uncle Bill," she said innocently, "what's that? What's that big lump?"

She knew damn well what it was, of course. She simply enjoyed teasing him, like she did all those men she met at the movies.

Bill thought he'd die of embarrassment. "Never mind," he said in a choked voice. "We have work to do." He stood up quickly.

Stacy placed her hand on the big throbbing bulge of his crotch. She pressed it, as if exploring.

"But Uncle Bill," she said insistently, "I want to know. What is this thing? You don't usually look like that."

Oh, Christ, what was he going to do? He began to sweat. "Honey," he said, "I'll tell you all about it another time. Or maybe your Aunt Karen should have a talk with you. Let's get to work."

Stacy could barely contain her gee. She knew she was embarrassing the hell out of her uncle, not to mention driving him wild with lust for her. Maintaining a wide-eyed innocent expression, she suddenly grabbed the zipper of his pants and tugged it open.

"STACY," Bill gasped.

Too late – his stiff swollen cock shot out of his fly, seeking release from the tight confinement of his pants. It weaved heavily before him, fat and ludicrous. Bill was frozen with embarrassment, and Stacy seemed hypnotized with wonder as she stared at his long, rigid prick.

"Oh, wow," she said softly, "it's so BIG."

This time Stacy wasn't faking the awe in her voice. Her Uncle Bill had the longest and fattest cock she'd ever seen, a good eight inches of thick rosy meat. The purple head looked enormous to her, knobby and bloated and hard.

Stacy felt hot juice seeping through the crotch of her shorts. She just had to have this gigantic cock, and have it soon. She could well imagine how great it would feel in her ever-horny little cunt. Breathlessly she stepped forward and put out her little hand to touch that great pole of flesh.

"Stacy, honey, no," Bill said.

Again he wasn't fast enough. The pretty blonde teenager reached out and curled her short fingers around his thick pulsing dick. Bill suppressed a moan of excitement. He wondered frantically what he was going to do about this overly curious child.

"Stacy, you better not do that," he said lamely.

She gave his achingly full cock a gentle squeeze.

"Why not, Uncle Bill?" she said innocently. "I just wanta feel what it's like."

Bill's mind didn't seem to be working very well. He struggled for an explanation of why she shouldn't play with his cock. As far as he was concerned, it was fine, just fine… But, Christ, she was his adopted daughter and only a teenager years old.

"Honey," he said. "it's not right for relatives to do things like this. It's called incest, and it's against the law."

Stacy, better informed than her brother, had heard of incest and knew what the term meant. But like Mark, she thought it was a crock of shit. What difference did it make who you balled, as long as both partners were willing?

"I know that word, Uncle Bill," she said sweetly, "but, gee, I'm just touching you. There's no harm in that."

Bill had to agree with that. Just touching him wouldn't hurt. But if he got any more aroused than he was, he couldn't be responsible for his actions. He wanted that little girl desperately, wanted into her pants… Just her gentle touch on his naked cock was driving him wild.

"Well, don't take long," he said lamely. "We have work to do."

Bill backed up and sat down on the edge of the bed. He had to, for his legs were shaking with horny excitement. Stacy followed, still holding his cock, and went down on her knees in front of him. She eyed his thick swollen dick with the greatest interest. She began to run her little fist up and down his rigid stalk, and he fought the urge to groan with pleasure.

"Wow, I never saw such a big cock before," Stacy remarked.

Bill gawked at her. "You mean you've seen others?"

Stacy realized her mistake. She didn't want Bill to know about her naughty adventures at the movies. She quickly covered her tracks.

"Oh, not very many," she said. "Last summer I went to this beach where the men and women's dressing rooms were back to back. I could see through knotholes into the men's. Just cunous, you know."

Bill grinned. He understood, and he was relieved. A teenage might well be curious about sex – but for a moment there he'd thought she'd actually done it. She was way too young for that, in his opinion.

"Well, honey," he said, trying not to shiver with delight as she ran her soft hot little hand up and down his swollen meat, "all cocks look pretty much alike, except for a little difference in size. I guess you know what they're for?"

Stacy almost snorted with contempt. Of course she knew what cocks were for, for Christ sake. Did he think she was some kind of dummy? She replied meekly, however, wanting her uncle to think she was innocent and inexperienced.

"I guess so," she said. "Aren't they used to make babies?"

"That's right," said Bill, deciding to let the subject drop at that point. He didn't want to go into detail. The girl might be shocked.

"It's nice to touch," said Stacy. "So soft and smooth."

She had a firmer grip on his dick now, still pumping him. She ran her tiny hand from the coarse black and silver curls at the base of his cock up to the big swollen purple head. Bill was having a terrible time keeping his cool. To his honor, he saw the slitted mouth of his cock-head starting to drool a big bubble of juice. Unfortunately Stacy saw it, too.

"Hey, what's that?" she said. "How come your cock is leaking, Uncle Bill?"

He blushed scarlet. "Uh, that happens when a man gets an erection, Stacy," he said quickly. "Now, I really think we better get on with the cleaning…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Stacy's platinum head bobbed down toward his rigid dripping cock. He saw her little pink tongue flash out, then felt the delicious rough tickling of his sensitive glans as she lapped up his juice.

"Ummmm," she purred, "that tastes good."

"Oh, God," Bill moaned.

It was too much. To see that pretty little girl licking his cock was like all his horny fantasies come true. He could no longer control himself. He caught Stacy under the arms and pulled her up beside him on the bed.

"Sweetheart," he said hoarsely, "how would you like to do something really fun?"

"Like what, Uncle Bill?" she said, grinning.

"I'll show you," he said. "All we have to do is take off our clothes."

Stacy licked her lips, barely able to contain her glee. She had him now. Playing with his cock had done the trick. In just another moment they'd be balling, and she'd be feeling Uncle Bill's huge long prick inside her. Her little cunt boiled with excitement.

"Okay, Uncle Bill," she said innocently.

Bill had half expected the girl to refuse, so he was delighted when Stacy untied her halter and tossed it aside. Her pretty round ripe tits bounced into view, capped with delicate little pink nipples. She looked up at Bill without a trace of self-consciousness.

"Do you think I have nice tits, Uncle Bill?" she asked.

Bill swallowed hard. "Yes, Stacy," he said. "They're lovely."

He reached out and cupped the cute little rounds of her breasts. Stacy sighed and flopped back on the bed, letting him play freely with her. Her breasts were very sensitive, and his slightest touch sent sharp shivers of pleasure through her body.

Bill's hands almost shook as he fondled and gently squeezed his young niece's lovely firm boobs. They were much smaller than his wife's, but, as the saying goes, big enough for a mouthful, which was plenty big enough. They were deliciously silky and hot, throbbing with life.

Bill bent down and flicked one of her strawberry-pink nipples with the tip of his tongue. The delicate little nub immediately sprang into stiff erection, and when he licked it again, Stacy moaned.