John Kellerman: Hot and naughty nieces

"You can feel me through that rubber?" she gasped.

"Oh baby, can I ever!"

"Wade, I know this is wrong. I hope you don't think badly of me."

"Brenda honey just kiss me and forget all that crap."

His hands kneaded her ass cheeks. His mouth tickled her neck and wet her earlobe. She twisted in the violence of the yearning lust she felt. Her heels rubbed the backs of his legs. Her nails cut into the flesh of his ass cheeks now as she grew braver.

"Nhhhhuuhhh, it's getting so good I think I might faint!"

The shoots of pleasure were coming faster now. Her clit was a swollen finger of cunt flesh that jutted up to catch every slight rub of her uncle's body. And the juice dripped down onto the sofa, making a dark spot there. The pain had become so slight that the thrills almost masked it completely. She knew it would hurt afterward. But now all she could think of was that fabulous sensation! The feeling of that thick, hard shape inside her. Rooting, rutting, raping her! She whimpered and plunged her plump, curvy ass and bit her uncle's shoulder.

"Whhaaahhh, yuuuhh! Ohhh Christ!"

"Baby, ohhh damn Brenda. Ohhh God damn!" Suddenly Wade was pumping his hips faster. It was still tight in her cunt but his cock had gotten slippery enough that it was sliding all the way in and all the way out. Brenda felt the full effect of being speared deeply by his lovely organ. And when he dragged it out quickly she lurched upwards with her pussy, chasing it. Then he'd shove her full again and a satisfied little grunt would rattle from her throat. Wade fucked her faster, faster yet!

"Ohh! Ohhh shit! Ohhhh Wade, yessssss!" She plunged back, wiggling and squirming like a crazy person. The friction was making the tingling itch grow more intense by the second. Until the itch wasn't an itch anymore, it was a burning, exquisite pleasure that dazzled her, left her without words. She could only growl and snap her teeth together and work her ass around in tight circles to capture that elusive hurricane of joy. Her breathing had gone completely, out of control. She almost shrieked as she sucked in huge lungfuls of air and let them out again. Wade was breathing the same way.

"Honeeeeee!" she cried, the thrill turning into a explosion of total release between the glossy lips of her pussy. She was consumed by it, devoured by it. And through her ravished senses she could still feel the ramming power of her uncle's prick as it fucked her and fucked her and fucked her again.

"W-a-a-a-a-d-e," she babbled, coming frantically. As her cunt spasmed tight she heard her uncle give a growl too. His body stiffened. His back arched. His lungs emptied as if someone had driven a bus against him. Instinctively Brenda slipped her hands down and he let her slide fingers between their bellies. She touched the place where he was stabbed into her body. Her eyes fluttered as she felt a surge along the underside of his shaft. Wade groaned and pushed his prick into her. It went so deep that his balls were pressed up against her and the surges came again. She could count them, count the rushes of hot cream that were filling the tip of that rubber.

Wade was all over her then, pulling her wrists back up so he could pin her down while he rutted like the hungry animal he was. She let him, her own climax still close enough that she could enjoy the fading comfort of having scratched her itch.

"Brenda!" he groaned.

"Wade," she sighed, comforting him in his agony of pleasure, hugging him hard as he shook and shivered against her warm, soft belly. Then he relaxed, fought to get his breath. For a long time that was all they did.

"There," she said at last. "I did it." There was the soft drip of her blood where Wade's cock still throbbed. She tried to tighten her muscles and felt the ache of the first pain she would feel. But as her pussy sucked around her uncle's cock he gave a groan too.

"You're pretty tight, baby. I think I rubbed myself sore."

"Even with that rubber on?"

"Yeah, I think so. You can sure squeeze a guy." He kissed her forehead and her nose. Then they brushed mouths.

"If my dad could see me now," Brenda said.

"Don't even think of that. It makes me nervous."

Wade eased his cock out of her and dabbed with his clean handkerchief at the tear he'd left. Brenda let him, enjoying the attention. She didn't feel as awful about the whole thing as she'd thought she might. She undid her dress finally and hung it over the back of a chair. Wade watched her tiptoe naked to the bathroom and when she caught him admiring her full, rounded ass, she grinned back. The rubber hung heavily from his cock.

"You know it'd be nice to have you around the place," he said, starting to slip it off.

"Your own niece? What would people say?"

"Maybe we could go someplace where they wouldn't know you were my niece," Wade winked. Brenda hurried into the bathroom and washed herself. When she came back into the room with a towel wrapped around her she saw the knotted rubber on the table. She picked it up and watched the hot sap roll around inside. The seed looked creamy and thick and she swallowed hard when she thought of it spurting up into her womb. It was so darned easy for a girl to get pregnant!

At that moment there was a knock at the door. Wade looked at her and she stared at him. She had to remind herself to start breathing again. Wade jerked on his pants.

"You'd better get in the other room," he whispered. Brenda hurried down the short hall to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Only when she heard the voices did she remember that she'd left her new red dress draped over a chair in the front room. It was her father too! She looked at the cum-packed rubber she held in her hand. It was like a symbol of her sinfulness. Thank God she'd taken that with her.

"So, doing a little entertaining are you?" she heard her father say. Wade laughed.

"Aw yeah, you know how that is."

"You damned lucky bachelor," said Brenda's father. "And would you look at this dress! I always wanted to have a woman who wore a red dress."

The conversation between the two men droned on but Brenda didn't pay much attention to what they were saying anymore. She sat naked on the edge of the bed, wondering if her father might somehow grow suspicious. If he looked in the paper bag she'd set down in there he'd know it was his daughter fucking his own brother. But there'd be no reason for him to be so snoopy. Wade wouldn't let him anyway. After a while she heard the door slam and Wade came to the bedroom.

"He's gone baby, you can come back out."

"I thought I might pee on the floor," she hissed, blushing when she realized how familiar she was getting with her uncle. He grinned and pinched her bottom. As he watched Brenda squirmed into the red dress.

"You sure you should wear that home? Your old man was pretty interested in it. If he saw you with it on."

"You're right." She pulled it off and dug her baggy shirt from the paper bag. At least the jeans fit her tight. They were the only tight ones she had. "But I'm going to take it home with me. I love it." She hugged the red dress to her breasts. "It was the start of something special today, wasn't it?"

"You're damned right baby," Wade said, hugging her and the dress. "But it looks like I might be out of town for a couple of weeks. Your old man wants me to run up to Dawsonville and check out some antique auctions there." Wade shrugged. "Wish I could take you with me."

"Oh, I'd love to go!" Brenda bit her lip. "Isn't there some way we could do it?"

"You mean ask your dad if you could go with me?" Wade rubbed his chin. "I wonder if he'd suspect anything? God, I don't, know. He's one suspicious bastard."

"Oh surely not. You and me? I mean I've been a virtual nun for twenty-one years. How would he ever suspect that I might climb in bed with my uncle?" Brenda giggled and rubbed her bare tits against her uncle's chest. He felt them gently and they kissed. She could tell that he already had a fresh hard-on.