John Kellerman - Eager beaver niece

"Mhhhhuuhhh," she sighed, her tongue licking the white curds from around the crown. She kept pumping and his balls seemed to be releasing even more of their store of seed. It tasted sour and good and she was happy with it in her mouth. She suckled at him like a baby, her nostrils flared, her soft eyes closed as the hot sap foamed out onto the hollow of her tongue.

Then Chad had rolled her over and was licking his own seed from her pussy. She sighed loudly as his tongue cleaned the dark, smooth lips and dug down into her folds to get out every last drop of white. She felt she could almost come again with him doing that. Maybe someday she would. Because she was certain that she and Chad were only beginning a life-long relationship. She knew she was in love. So deeply in love that she was scared and happy and a million other things, too.

"Chad, Chad," she cooed, stretching her thighs wider so that he could burrow in the musky mess of her pussy. Her red fringe of curls had been licked clean now and her uncle-lover described to her how fantastic her pussy looked.

It was angry and engorged with dark blood. The contrast of her white flesh made her cunt look like a ripe, red fruit.

"Ohhh, I feel so clean again, too," she sighed, knowing that the only cum left was what Chad had tamped deep inside her. And then her heart lurched. She'd kept from thinking about pregnancy. She hadn't wanted to spoil the naturalness, the unhindered lovemaking they'd indulged in.

"Hey, don't worry," Chad said, seeing the look in her eyes. "We'll be careful next time."

"But what if…"

"Chances are it'll be a miss." He kissed her belly. "There are only a few days when a girl can get pregnant."

"But what if…"

"Hey, quit that what if stuff." He lay down beside her and pulled her close. With his arms around her Lynn didn't care anymore. All her worries seemed to evaporate. She wished she was married to her uncle! Yes, daring and unconventional as the thought was, she really wished it. And everybody else be damned. But far the present that was impossible. At least until he got a divorce. And Lynn was sure that her uncle would start working in that direction soon. He had to love her every bit as much as she loved him.

"Chad, I'm crazy about you!" She kissed his face with adoring little smacks. He looked comfortable, happy. That was how she wanted to keep him. Comfortable and happy. And wanting her.

"When can we do it again?" she asked, touching his shaft gently. It had lost much of its hardness and was shrinking in length, too.

"I have to think. My schedule is pretty tight. And I've got to keep Betty from finding out."

"I don't know whether I can even wait a day."

Jeany had a rough two days. Since all that had happened with her Uncle Bill up at that old abandoned house, she'd been half crazy. She tried cold showers first. But being naked in a cold shower just made things worse. As soon as she stepped out of the icy spray, her thoughts would turn to sex again. And there she'd be naked as a jaybird, her body inviting her fingers to touch. Touch she would. Touch until she would lean against the sink and cry out in an agony of empty organ. It wasn't enough.

At night she turned and twisted and tried to get to sleep. She even wore gloves so that she couldn't excite herself. But before an hour would slip by, the gloves would be off, her fingertips would be dipped into ajar of cold cream and she'd be spread there on her back, both fingers massaging her cunt to a raging climax.

She thought of Bill almost all of the time. She could remember his tongue going in and out of her hole. And when she thought of that, she'd have to put a couple of fingers in to make it seem more real.

On Wednesday her folks went out to a party and said they'd be late getting home. Jeany tried to busy herself with something. She braided her blonde hair and painted her nails and toenails a dark red. Whenever she started thinking of sex she went to the kitchen and drank a cold glass of water. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans so she wouldn't be tempted to touch herself. But the denims were so tight that they kept creeping up between her cuntlips. The soft rub of her satiny underwear didn't help at all. She padded barefoot to the living room and slouched in a chair to watch some dumb program. Anything to get her mind off sex.

Rick came in from an early date and went to the kitchen. She heard him pop the top off a beer and rummage for a Mack. When he came back he slumped on the sofa and stared straight ahead.

"Anything wrong?" Jeany asked.

"Lousy date, that's all." He sipped his beer. Though she was a little scared of her brother after their tussle on the bed a week or so ago, she still felt strong affection for him. Maybe it ran in the family. Her Uncle Bill had certainly enjoyed eating her hot little cunt out.

"Would you get me a beer, too? The folks won't know."

Rick came back from the kitchen with a cold one and opened it for her. He stood there by her chair and watched her take the first sip.

"Since you turned eighteen, you sure ask a lot of questions," he said, smiling again.

"Well, a girl has to know what to expect."

"I can show you that."

"Like you did the other night," she huffed. "No thanks." She pretended to be watching the program. Rick sat on the sofa again. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The program got dumber and dumber but Jeany tried hard to watch it. She certainly wasn't going to go upstairs and rip off her jeans and take care of business. She was going to go one night at least without bringing herself to a sobbing climax. A snore from the sofa told her that Ricky had dozed off. The program was really dumb now. She couldn't follow the story at all. Just the story in her own head. Her Uncle Bill's mouth glistening in the moonlight as he lowered it again to suck at her teen-age juices. She could remember the way her clit had looked all coated with his spit.

"Ohhhh, God help me," she breathed, looking at Rick again to make sure he was asleep. Then she unbuttoned the front of her denims. Three buttons gave her the room she needed. She slid her slender hand down the front of her panties and sank into the deep cushion of the chair. The clingy nylon was plastered to her dripping cuntlips. She peeled it away gingerly and stretched it to the side. Then she pressed a fingertip to the plump, hot lips. They parted with a wet snick and she went deep to the nub of her hunger.

Her hips began a slow up and down movement. Her ass pinched tight with the tension that built steadily. Her finger made a soft, sucking sound as she moved it forward and back, forward and back. Rubbing that hot little head of pleasure. Ohhh, God, it was the best thing in the world. The very best. But her clothing seemed to be inhibiting her tonight. She wasn't used to bringing herself off while dressed. She could usually slide into bed early and have the freedom of complete nakedness to enjoy her lust.

Puffing her fingers slowly from her panties, she got up and went to the downstairs bedroom. The blanket at the foot of the bed would be perfect. She draped it across her arm and returned to the front room. As Rick continued to more, she quickly undressed, folding her little top and her jeans in a pile beside the chair. Her tits bounced as she got snuggled in the chair again and spread the blanket around her. With it pulled up around her neck she was completely hidden from view. She'd loft her panties on, but then she often finger-fucked with her panties on.

"Ohhh. This is better!" she whispered to herself. Her fingers went eagerly to her pussy again and she pulled the crotchband aside and dug deep in the slippery folds. Her cherry had been split a little wider by Bill's tongue and she was able to get her pinky in and the next finger, too.