Juliet Gladstone: Twice As Nice

He felt like he was ready to explode. He'd never been in a hole so tight and loving. Not even Sue or Sally's asshole! He began to fuck Judy in slow steady rhythm, trying to control the wild fury of passion bubbling inside him. He succeeded for about twenty seconds, then all hell broke loose inside him. His balls seemed to pump semen into his penis. His muscles contracted in desperate need. He moved faster, slamming the hard ramrod cock into the baby hole without regard for its size. Instead of crying out in pain, Judy whimpered with delight and wrapped her legs around his body to ride the crest of the storm of his passion. She was moaning and whimpering, her eyes reflecting the sheer pagan joy that filled her. She was loving every second of it!

Jeff let his tensions go. The stored semen exploded in a violent orgasm, spewing hot joy juice up into her baby tunnel and gurgling and slurping as he kept fucking it into a froth. He felt another spurt, more load than he'd ever come before. The stuff poured out of him. His body was a fire pit of glowing coals, dumping the hot lava into her hugging cunt.

When he was spent, he gasped for air. Judy fell back onto the bed, her arms outflung, strangled cries of pleasure escaping from her lips like sobs. Her eyes were glazed and happy. She had come too. Just like that, she'd lost her virginity and had her first orgasm all at once.

Jeff pulled out of her very slowly. She turned to look at him.

"Did I hurt you?" he whispered, bending to kiss her lips gently.

"No… It didn't hurt at all. It was wonderful!" Her eyes glowed. – Smiling, Jeff climbed off the bed. "Come on, I'll show you how to clean up," he told her, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. They walked to the yellow and white bathroom and he showed her what had to be done.

"Uncle Jeff?"

"Yes, Judy?"

"Can we, I mean will we do it again?"

"Would you like to?"

"Ohhh, yes."

He smiled and nodded. "Anytime you want to, darling. I think I'll be staying around the rest of the summer."

She reached out and rubbed her hand over his chest hair, and down to his crotch and sex organs. "I'm glad," she said.

He grinned. "So am I, baby, so am I."

For a long time that night, Jeff lay staring at the muted shadows.on the ceiling of the bedroom, smoking a dozen or so cigarettes in the darkness and listening to the night sounds. His life had certainly changed in the past few days. It was almost as though the old Jeff Clausen never existed. All his marital troubles with Rhoda seemed like a million years ago. Even the sex they'd had-the good and the bad-seemed like long ago.

He stared at the curling smoke in the shadowed room, trying to remember what it had been like with his wife. Was it as good as with the three young girls he'd known these past days? He couldn't believe it ever had been, not even at first, That first time he balled Sally in the pool, he thought it was a freak thing, something that had happened by chance and would never be repeated. But it had been repeated, not only with Sally but with Sue and now with Judy. And each time he'd liked it better and better. Young pussy. Jeez, he'd never imagined anything could be so good. Those three little cunts were so warm and tight-he shivered thinking about them. Was part of the fascination the fact that the girls were also his nieces? Christ no, that was impossible.

Yeah? A fragment of memory came back to him, a glimpse of forgotten childhood. Edythe had always been mature for her age and the fact that she was several years older than Jeff made her quite grown up in his eyes. She'd matured early, he remembered that only too well. He recalled noticing the budding tits under her sweaters, the whispered consultations she'd had with ma about girl stuff, and how all of a sudden she didn't seem like a kid anymore. It made him wonder about a lot of things-and it made him curious enough to peek through the crack of her bedroom door one night when the folks were gone and she was getting ready to go out with some of her girl friends.

She was dressing, or getting ready to. Standing in front of the big mirror on the back of her bathroom door, she'd dropped the towel wrapped around her and stood naked looking at herself. Jeff stared as she examined her breasts, small soft peaks that were capped with the dark circles of the nipples. She lifted them, cupped them in her hands and tried to bulge them bigger than they were. She ran her fingertips over the nipples, playing with herself until the tips surged out and looked hard. Her eyes were shining and bright, like she was enjoying it a lot, and her lips were parted so that she could flick a pink tongue over them from time to time.

Jeff had to be careful at the door so she wouldn't hear his hard breathing. He'd seen a few pictures of naked women in magazines. Hell, all the guys at school hid stuff like that from their folks and passed it around to other kids. But this was different, and a lot more exciting. Seeing his sister's naked body, even though her tits were small and she was only a kid gave him an inner thrill he couldn't define.

After a long time, she let go of her tits and ran her hands down her body, pressing hard at her flat belly and where her waist was beginning to narrow. Then she spread her feet, standing with legs apart so she could move her hands into the V of the creamy white thighs. He hadn't noticed the soft fuzz of golden hair until she began to comb her fingers through it, then he couldn't take his eyes off it. What did the guys call it? Cunt-cunt hair-pussy! Jeez!

She pushed her hands between her legs and her eyes closed as she sighed and sort of moaned. He couldn't see her fingers anymore and he guessed they were buried in the thatch of blonde hair-or maybe inside her cunt. The idea excited him so much that he forgot his caution and moaned softly with the sudden pain that hit his groin. He could feel his cock getting hard, just like it did when he woke up sometimes with wet dreams.

Edythe turned from the mirror and gasped, staring at him, then yelling, "What are you doing there?!"

Hypnotized, he pushed the door open and entered the room. He couldn't take his eyes off her; his heart was hammering like a drum and he felt sweaty all over.

"You little creep-get out of here!" She was almost crying, but something in her tone told Jeff she wasn't really mad. It was something else. Then he saw that her hand was still in her cunt; she hadn't been able to stop.

"Let me touch it," he said.

For a minute, she stared, shaking like a leaf in a soft breeze. Her glance went to his jeans and the small hard bulge where his cock was pressing against the cloth. She moved away from the mirror and toward the bed, still watching him and holding herself. Tears were running along her cheeks but she seemed not to notice. She sat on the edge of the bed, then all of a sudden fell back, jerking her legs up so she could plant her feet on the edge of the bed. With her legs spread that way, he could see her hand cupped into her cunt, the fingers buried in the wet, red folds of her love nest. Her breath almost strangled him as he came close and put his hand out to her.

Her cunt was warm and wet. She grabbed his hand with her sticky wet fingers and began to push Ms fingers where hers had been. "Touch it, do it, oh God, hurry-"

Then he was playing inside her, rolling Ms fingers in the dark wet tunnel, feeling the layers of soft, silky flesh that surrounded the heavenly hole, and watching the whole scene with wide eyes and avid interest. Edythe was moaning and twisting on the bed, grabbing the bedspread and clutching it like a lifeline.

"More, do more, go in more!" She tried to push her body onto his hand. Her hips began to bounce and she helped him set up a steady pounding rhythm in her cunt. Her eyes were glazed and her pink tongue was caught between her teeth.