Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

"Your friend Rachel told me that you've always thought I was a hump," he whispered, dry-mouthed and eager to get started.

Amy looked up into his eyes with a start, as if she had been hypnotized, as if his cock was mesmerizing her the way a snake can charm a bird into immobility. "You are," she whispered, dry-mouthed and eager to get started.

Amy looked up into his eyes with a start, as if she had been hypnotized, as if his cock was mesmerizing her the way a snake can shhhhhh charm a bird into immobility. "You are," she whispered. "I mean, I've always thought so. But you're my uncle, so…"

"So what," he said, completing the sentence. "Rachel knew a good thing when she saw one. And so do you. And you know what? So do I, Amy, and I've known it for a long, long time, longer than you'd even believe." And saying this, seeing the way a blush of confusion had suddenly suffused her cheeks, he moved towards her, ignoring the way she continued to back off into her room. He followed her, for she made no move to slam the door in his face, to callout words of disapproval.

She seemed fearful but wildly aroused at the same time, the forbidden and incestuous nature of their imminent bodily contact confusing her so that it would appear that she didn't know what to say or do. But Drew didn't have to hear her flattering him. She could have been mute and he wouldn't have cared less, for he knew what he wanted and what must be done.

She backed away from her, all eyes to his hairy crotch, to the grossly swollen projection of horny manflesh which rose out at her like an instrument of devilish pleasure. His body called out to her as much if not more than she called out to him and when her legs hit against the side of her bed, it was time for Drew to make good all the things he'd promised himself.

He lunged forward, his eyes blazing and his fingers trembling to grab hold of her. She gave a startled girlish yelp of fear and fell back onto the bed as he sprung at her like panther attacking its prey.

"Oh God no, say no," she moaned.

But it was too late for Drew to stop himself. He knew that what he'd always dreamed about was on the verge of becoming real and actual and so even as she trembled, his hands grabbed hold of her tawny thighs and he wrenched them almost brutally apart, dropping down onto his knees and the backs of his legs so that he was kneeling right in front of her.

See if she'll want me to stop now, he thought to himself as he held her steady and despite her fearful thrashing motions, lowered his head down towards the golden fleecy spot between her thighs. His tongue, long wide and raspy edged as a fine file, thrust out of his mouth like the hissing flickering tongue of an asp and a split-second later her body gave a convulsive shudder as she saw and felt the way it was now lashing over her golden little honey pot.

He slurped like a wild man, as if he had never sucked or seen cunt in all of his life. For though he'd had more than his share of girls and women, far more than most men had in their entire lifetimes, never before had he been as aroused and turned on as he was at this moment. His niece's box called out to him like the Sirens, beckoning him forward.

His tongue rose and fell, lapping hotly up and down across her fleecy pubic mane. She shuddered against him, but her motions grew less anxious the more he licked and tongued her delicious little box. He could see as well as feel the twin narrow smooth-edged lips which bordered her gash.

It was to these he now worked his oral magic, sucking on them, pressing his lips along each smooth length of cunt flesh and loving the way she now pushed her hips forward, her moans the moans of a teenager caught in the grips of sexual pleasure which knew no bounds.

That was just the way he wanted her to react. She was not disappointing him in the least and intent upon giving her pleasure she had been yet to enjoy in her young life, he worked his tongue in circles around hex muff, covering every inch of her tender and meaty little twat.

Her golden pubes darkened with spittle and were soon flattened down, matted around her fleecy hillock. Her cunt lips grew more prominent as a result, tempting him beyond belief. He even chewed on them delicately and all this time, all the while he had been licking the outside of her pubic mound, she had been moaning and writhing hotly against him, no longer capable of stopping her uncle from doing what came most naturally to a man of his adolescent oriented sexual appetites.

Drew could barely think straight as a result.

Consumed with raging passions, his blood boiling and his cock feeling so hard and throbbing that it threatened to explode in a shower of prematurely released semen, he continued to lavish all manner of attention upon Amy Mitchell's tight little quim.

Once he had licked the entire outer surface of her gloriously succulent mount, he slid his fingers up, tickling the tender and sensitive inner flesh of her voluptuous young thighs. She shivered hotly in response as he moved his hands ever higher, not stopping their upward journey until they had reached their goal.

His fingertips rubbed back and forth along each tingling and swelling major cunt lip. Then, he took hold of them as gently and delicately as possible, listening to her girlish and plaintive moans of sexual excitement.

Her plaintive whimpers were music to his ears and as she continued to shudder and writhe back and forth on the bed, her legs kicking out spasmodically, he gripped her cunt flaps securely, one in each hand. He pushed her legs up at the same time, pleased when she openly responded to his suggestive gesturing.

Amy lifted them up and rested them over his burly shoulders as he leaned still closer and now began to exert considerable pressure along her cunt lobes. He began to ease them back, farther and farther apart, the fetching and arousing mysteries of her vulva now revealed to his wide and glaring eyes.

Pulpy and glistening with cunt dew, puckered and creased and red with the rich supply of blood that suffused her vagina, her vaginal vestibule was a narrow little chamber the likes of which it seemed he had never gazed upon in all of his life. He continued to splay her folds apart, their youthful elasticity and resiliency enabling him to stretch them until they resembled smooth-edged rounded butterfly wings adorning her pubic mound.

Inside her vulva he caught the first faint stirrings of activity. He knew exactly what was causing the flicker of motion and his tongue swooped down like a bird of prey, ignoring the drooping inner numphae in its quest for the bud of erectile tissue that was her unveiled clitoris.

The narrow appendage wiggled on its tender stalk of cunt-flesh. The shiny juice-covered tip of her reddened clit was seen and then devoured as he clamped his choppers around it and sucked it right up into his slobbering mouth.

And the instant he sucked it into his mouth, pulling his cheeks in to create a partial vacuum and thus additional frictioning pressure, Amy was his and in every way possible. She gave into her desires as never before, thrusting her slim agile hips forward, ramming her cunt over his face and now openly demanding him to eat her out.

"Oh do it, oh shit, it's okay, I want it, I've always wanted it this way, with you, with you Drew," she called out.

Her words enchanted him and now that he had heard her give her okay, though he'd never really doubted it wouldn't be forthcoming, he began to his work with renewed confidence. He licked and tongued her trapped and stubby clit, his lips now smeared with the wild spicy ichor of her muff. Her juices flowed down in greater and greater abundance, coating his lips and tongue so that he could taste her murky and pungent fluids.

If it was at all possible, he would relish the opportunity to collect her spicy discharges, to trap them in a mason jar so that he could sip upon her musky secretions even when she was not physically present.