Juliet Gladstone: Twice As Nice

Sally grinned at her uncle's remark. Of course she was a kid, and she knew damned well she was making him horny. He couldn't pretend he didn't like it. All men did. He was flattered all to hell to think he was attractive to a young girl, and she knew damned well he wanted to fuck her. She'd known it from the moment she opened the door and he'd taken a long hard look at her budding figure. What a stroke of luck her being home alone when he arrived. Mom had been very vague about his time of arrival, and had been unwilling to cancel any of her own plans for the day to wait for him. Sally hadn't been doing anything, so she'd volunteered for the task.

This was better than she'd dared hope for. He was hot and hard, she had his dick in her hand now, stroking and coaxing it to readiness. He wasn't going to stop her, that was certain. She moved quickly, straddling him and thrusting his pecker into her pussy. There-it was in, hot and heavy and big! God, he was big! She liked the way it felt to have him stretch her open like that, to fill her and heat her cunt. She gripped the pool edge and began to move on him. In a matter of seconds he was helping her. Then they were really doing it. God, it felt good!

The cool water of the pool quickly heated to boiling hi the hot tunnel that was so full of him. She couldn't tell how much of the hot wetness was her own and how much was wafer that seeped in as they thrashed together. She could feel his cock along every inch of her hot young snatch, and she wiggled and pressed harder to him'. He was holding her now, her hips first, then sliding his hands around to-her ass and cupping her buttocks and using them to hammer her on his. tool. He'd brought his legs up so she was sitting in his lap, and from the firmness of it, she knew he had his feet braced against the tiled wall of the pool.

She also knew she was going to come.

Jeff arched and held her close. God, he was in so deep it felt like she was biting him off. His balls floated and slapped under her, buoyed by the weight of the water so that they pressed to her ass each time he fucked into her. His cock was a throbbing hot poker, searing her woman flesh and taking new heat from her. He could feel the swollen, overheated head strain against the deep, recessed wall of her cunt. He was all the way in, taking up every inch of her space. It was a perfect fit, with the head flattened against the wall and the thick muscles of her cunt loving the entire length of him. Her tits bobbed and pressed to his chest. She was dazed and ready to come. So was he.

She bent her head forward and covered his mouth with hers, her tongue darting and probing for his* finding it and sending urgent messages of fire through him. Lights blinded him, his head whirled in a dizzy spin. He was coming. She almost bit his tongue, then let go, pressing against his mouth and screaming her passion into it.

"Christ!" His ejaculation exploded inside her, bubbling and bathing them both with hot, fucking fury. He slammed her on his prick, grimacing and twisting his body to drive as deeply as possible into her. His orgasm was like nothing he'd ever known before, wilder and fuller than anything in his experience. It was flooding from him, fining her, lathering his cock and draining him completely. Still he fucked her. Finally, long afterwards, they came to a stop, his dick still hi her but satisfied at last.

If she hadn't been holding him to the side of the pool, he would have gone down for the count. He was weak and shaking with the pleasure he'd found in her. His mind was fogged and his body drained. She was clinging tightly to him, and he had no desire to push her away. Her face was buried in his wet, naked shoulder; he could feel her hot breath still panting on his wet skin. Jeff put his arms around her, rubbing her ass and feeling between her legs. She was still attached to his prick like a sitter on a flagpole.

She sighed heavily.

"You okay?" he asked finally.

"Mmm, God yes." She looked up and smiled at Mm. Her eyes mirrored the complete pleasure she'd experienced, and she licked her lips with a pink tongue. "God, that was good!"

"Christ!"

She giggled and bobbed her head. "It was super, Uncle Jeff, really super fucking! I dig doing it in the pool!"

He came to his senses with a shock, trying to extricate his cock from her cunt and move clear of her sexy, hot little body. Uncle Jeff. He was her uncle! A blood relative, Christ! Worse, she was only fifteen. If anyone-

"What's the matter?" She looked surprised and hurt when he pushed free of her and swam out into the deep water.

"It was a crazy thing to do," he said, swimming away with his face in the water so he wouldn't have to look at her. Maybe he couldn't undo what had already happened, but he could make sure, damned sure, it didn't happen again. Suppose Edytha or Larry had come home…

He climbed out of the pool and strode to the lounge chair where he'd left his clothes. He used her beach towel to dry himself quickly, and then began to dress.

Sally climbed out of the pool and stood close to him, watching him curiously but saying nothing. When he dropped the towel on the chaise, she lifted it and spread it over the chair, then laid on it, stretching so her firm young tits strained upward. She held one hand up to shade her eyes and watch him finish dressing.

He tried to look away and couldn't. The kid was so damned brazen; she was actually flaunting herself for him, and she was enjoying it. She'd said she wasn't a virgin. She'd been damned skilled at fucking him in the pool, then bragged that she liked it that way. How many guys had she had? He wondered, then asked.

"You got a boyfriend?"

She shrugged, peeking at him from under her hand. "I date a couple of guys. I'm not serious about them, if that's what you mean."

He laughed, wondering what her definition of serious was. "You fuck them?"

"Sure, why not. Boys like me and I like fucking."

Jeff cleared his throat. "Uh, how many times… " He felt like a dumb kid asking all the questions, but he found he wanted to know. He couldn't just walk out like nothing had happened, and he couldn't just stand here and stare at her lovely naked body, at least not without thinking the kind of thoughts he was trying to keep out of his brain.

She shrugged again, half rolling to her side so the tits swayed gently and showed their full ripeness. The bas relief of the mound and coral tip against the white towel was startling.

"Mmm, I dunno. Does it make any difference?"

"No, I guess not."

"Why'd you ask?"

He felt his face warm. "You're so young-"

She giggled. "I got fucked the first time when I was eleven, and I liked it even then."

"Eleven!" Holy shit!

She bobbed her head and leaned on her hand. "Sure. What's the matter, does that shock you?"

"Yeah, I guess It does. I never thought-I mean-" He didn't know what the hell he meant.

"How old are you, Uncle Jeff?"

"Forty-five."

"Mmm, that's nice. I like older men. They're so much more experienced, you know,"

"You mean at fucking?"

"Sure, what else?"

He couldn't believe the conversation, and he couldn't believe her. A fifteen-year-old kid talking like fucking was her favorite pastime. He picked up his shirt and slipped it on, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He shoved his feet into his shoes and turned away.

"Where are you going?" she asked, sitting up suddenly.

He saw her reflection in the glass door but didn't turn. "I'll come back later, when your mother's home."

She ran after him. "Hey, don't go."

"I can't stay." Jeez, if he didn't get out of here she was going to have him convinced everything was just great.

She darted in front of him. "Why not? Look, stay. Mom will have a fit if she finds out I scared you off. She's got your room ready and everything."