Ron Taylor: The family lays together

His hand covered her pussy, fingers squeezing, then opening the delicate slit a trifle. The bud of her clit emerged, and Maria made a whining noise. His finger stroked her cunt, slipped into her vivid pink cuntlips, stroking her delicate flesh and feeling its wetness.

"I think so," she whispered.

"I know so." Jake smiled. He opened her thighs, knelt between them and came to rest above Maria's prone body. She lifted her knees, touching them to his flanks.

"Let me put this right here." He reached in to aim his cock at her slightly splayed pussy mouth. "Yeah, right into the cute little hole. Ooooh, you're wet, Maria! You're really ready for it, aren't you?"

The nose of his prick burrowed in her pussy. Gad, it was enormous! He was worming his way into her. She could feel her tender flesh yielding, spreading and tearing.

"Stop, please, stop!" she sobbed, writhing under him and dislodging his cock. His belly came down upon hers, the stiffness of his prick wedged between them. She could feel his balls pressed against her cunt. They were enormous, swollen and as clear a testimony to his arousal as the rigidity of his cock.

"Damn it to hell, Maria!" he said. "I'm getting tired of this shit! We've been dating for two weeks, and you haven't come close to putting out."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was all ready to do it, but…"

"Well, fuck sorry. What am I supposed to do with this?" He rose to his knees, stiff cock jutting from his crotch above the half-lowered pants. He moved off the girl and sat down beside her on the rug in the firelight. "What are you going to do about it?"

Maria turned. She knew their relationship was on the line. If she sent him home frustrated, he'd never call her again. She touched her pussy, felt it tingle, but she could not say the word yes. She looked at Jake, saw what had to be contempt in his eyes. He thought she was some stupid little virgin or even worse, a cockteaser – all talk and no action. Sure, she liked him, but it was too rushed.

He was panting, glaring, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. Okay, she told herself. You can do it.

Maria crawled toward him on her tummy, head moving into his lap. She captured his stiff prick in her fist, brought her mouth down over the end of it. He sighed, thrust up into her, and she began to suck him.

"Yeah, do it," he encouraged, "suck my cock. Mmmmm, that's good. Ohhhh, yeah… blow me… lick me… lemme go deeper, I wanta feel it bumping your tonsils."

His hands clutched at her dark hair, forcing her face downward onto his stabbing prick. She tightened her lips in an effort to govern how much of his cock she took, but he was insistent, driving, thrusting and fucking her mouth. He fucked deeper, deeper, and she sucked furiously, hoping she could keep up with his lunges before he strangled her with his rigid cock.

She felt an unusual taste on her tongue, a greasy and rather salty taste, and realized that a bubble of cum had escaped from the end of Jake's prick. God! She'd him squirt his stuff, but she'd never tasted it before. But he was humping faster and faster, moaning, groaning, and she remembered the symptoms from the handjobs she had given him.

She couldn't get her mouth off his cock, which was humping and driving now. He was forcing her face down, making sure she got everything he had to offer, and all she could do was accept his thrusts.

"You're gonna get it, Maria." Her mouth was full of stiff cock and suddenly it was full of squirting jism!

He exploded into Maria's mouth with a moan of joy. One of his hands forced her head onto his spurting prick, the other snaked down to grab hold of his cock. His fist thumped her chin as he emptied himself, and the stream of jism was endless – or so it felt to Maria as she gasped and gurgled the stuff. She was gulping and swallowing without even thinking about it, but her mouth filled, and some of it ran back down his shaft, past her lips and onto his clutching fingers. It was a salty, sticky liquid and she smacked her lips as she finished sucking. His cock emerged from her mouth, still almost completely erect, its flesh coated in the white sperm.

"Clean me," he commanded, rubbing his prick on her ups. With less reluctance than she would have thought possible, Maria began to lick her way up and down the cum-splattered prick.

God, what a thrill to feel that thing explode in her mouth, to taste the hot juices blasting from him and into her! She sat up, gasping for breath, reaching up to toss back loose strands of her long, almost black hair. She stared at Jake and she knew that if he came to her now, if he mounted her and pointed his stiff prick into the gaping tightness of her virginal pussy, she would fuck his lights out.

Steven, shaken by what he had just seen, crept noiselessly down the hall. The sight of his young niece, gobbling her boyfriend's hard prick, eating his cum and licking the residue off his shaft had caused his own cock to become so hard it hurt. He was seriously tempted to vanish upstairs for a jerking-off, something he had done only rarely since discovering girls in his twelfth year.

He paused at the foot of the stairs, holding the banister, shaking his head and waiting for the swell of his prick to diminish. His breathing slowly returned to normal, and he no longer felt the throbbing at his temples he had experienced while spying on Maria.

"Is somebody down here?" he called in a loud voice, hoping it was not artificially loud or obvious.

He counted to ten, then went down the hallway, looking in each door. By the time he reached the living room, Maria and Jake were bath presentable. Jake's pants were in place, zipped, and Maria's skirt was pulled down, as was her sweater. She hadn't hooked her bra, though. He could see the motion of her tits, the stiff points of her nipples, and there was a gleam of pink under the edge of the sofa. She hadn't put her panties back on.

"Uncle Steve! I didn't know you were here!"

"I got in late this afternoon. Was upstairs taking a nap – jet lag, you know – and I thought I heard voices."

Maria stood up, her legs trembling a little. So did her voice.

"Jake, this is my Uncle Steven," she said, "He's a TV news anchorman in Florida. We almost never see him anymore. Uncle Steve, this is my friend Jake."

"Uh, must be interesting work," Jake said, his eyes not quite meeting Steven's.

"Sometimes. But I'm in town interviewing for the anchor spot on Channel 3 news. If I get it, I may be around a little more often. So how's my favorite niece?"

"Fine," Maria answered.

"Uh, well, I should be going," Jake put in. "Nice meeting you. See you in school Monday, Maria, I guess."

Maria was on tenterhooks. She stood tensely now, looking at her uncle, working her weight from one hip to the other. Her thighs were snugly together, and the crotch piece of her panties was dripping. The motion did nothing for her pussy itch except to accentuate it, and she knew what she had to do. Her fingers itched to begin.

"Uh, well, I should get ready for bed. I guess I'll see you in the morning."

She made a smacking sound toward his face but kept her lips from touching his flesh. She thought of her panties in a panic, out in the hall, but it was too late to go back for them now. Blushing furiously, she hurried upstairs, into her bedroom, kicking the door with her foot as she entered.

Trembling, Maria pulled off her sweater and dropped it to the floor. She slipped off her bra. She stood there a moment, squeezing her round, hard-nippled tits, and then she took off her skin. Her clothes lay in a heap on the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes, turned on her portable radio, and lay down on her bed, clothed in her knee socks and a shimmering veil of sweat. Her knees lifted, and she put both hands on her itching pussy.