Donald Palermo - A piece of niece

"Are you telling me to fuck and suck and everything?" she asked.

"That's right. You have a life to live, and I want you to enjoy it. You'll have a bank account of your own. Estelle will tell you all about it tomorrow. You can trust her all the way, but don't restrict yourself to her. Learn to enjoy sex in all ways, with men and women."

"All right, Pete, I will. Speaking of learning, there must be something different you want to do with me before you go, isn't there?"

"Now that you mention it, angel, there is," he told her and turned her over so that she lay face down. "How lovely, how exciting your beautiful ass is, darling. Since I first saw it, I've wanted to feel my cock pushing slowly up there, up that tight little bung," he told her as he rubbed her firm, silken buns.

"Oh, yes, Pete, do it. Fuck me up the ass. Let my little asshole be your special cunt so you can fuck it. Do I just lie like this? Can you get up my hole lying down on top of me?"

Telling her to relax, he went to the dresser and returned with a jar of cream. Putting it down, he bent over her and covered her ass with kisses and wet licks. Then his hands raised her ass high, and he buried his face between the cheeks, kissing, licking and sucking her brownie while she moaned and panted with passion.

After a long time, he picked up the jar and while she knelt with her head down and her lovely ass up high, Pete lubricated her tight shitter, his creamed finger sliding in and out easily.

"Just relax, darling," he told her. "My cock is so big and your bung is so tight, but we'll make it and I'm going to have a glorious fuck."

She felt the big head of his cock between her plump asscheeks, felt it rubbing, then heard him catch his breath and felt his cock pushing. Her asshole was stubborn and tried to keep his prick out, but he pushed again and she let out a little cry as the cockhead pushed in, stretching her brownie and hurting a little.

"Do you want me to stop, darling?" he asked as he let her feel his cock throbbing in her asshole.

"Oh, no, please don't! Give it all to me, Pete. Drive all that beautiful prick up my asshole and fuck me hard. I want it, Pete, I want it," she lied as the big prickhead made her feel uncomfortable.

Panting as he gripped her hips with both hands, he went on feeding cock up her butt until the whole ten inches was buried in her tight bung. Then he began fucking. Her asshole felt as though it would split, his cock wan so big, but she liked the feel and the sound of his belly as it slapped against her ass with each stroke.

Pete loved it, too, more than any ass he had ever fucked. He had fucked many, but none had ever so delighted him. Her bung was sq tight that he feared he would shoot his load too soon, but he fought the urge and kept his cock pistoning and went on rubbing her hips and thighs while she took her buggering like an angel.

"Oh, Jesus… Jesus," he panted, "this is it. I can't hold back. Take it, angel… take my load right up your lovely little asshole! Here, Baby, here… here… here!" Pete kept panting as spurt after spurt of warm jizz shot deeply up into her bowels and Judith discovered that getting prick up the asshole wasn't so bad after all.

Later, while Pete went away to wash his cock, Judith's asshole felt stretched wide open, and she could feel his fuck juice trickling out and running down her crack. Despite the fact that her brownie felt raw, Judith was happy as she lay face down on the bed, waiting for her man to return to her to do more things to her. Anytime he wanted to stick that beautiful cock up her ass, she told himself, she would be delighted to turn it up for him. If he wanted to fuck her in the ear or up the nostril, he could do it and she would only love him more.

They enjoyed a long, lovely night of playing and kissing and sucking, and the pang of departure worked a miracle for him so that his cock kept renewing itself again and again.

Pete was fully dressed and the military car was waiting for him outside the apartment when, while kissing him goodbye yet again, Judith discovered that his cock had become stiff once more.

Refusing to listen to any protest, she dropped to her knees and Pete, knowing what she wanted, hurriedly took his cock out and gave it to her. She caressed and kissed his rod and then she was stuffing it into her mouth. While one gentle hand kept rubbing up and down on the long, hard shaft, Judith sucked his cock greedily, as though it might be the last cock she would ever see.

Despite the full night of sexual activity, Pete groaned as he felt his body tensing, felt his cock expanding in her hand and her mouth, and then he was shooting his jism to her. She sucked his balls dry and left his knees so weak that he didn't know how he was going to make it to the elevator.

Just before, he turned to leave, Pete flashed her a look that was filled with love and thanks and heartfelt wishes for a ful and happy life. There was something else in the look, Judith thought, something almost desperate, but she couldn't be sure what it was.

She watched from the apartment window as he got into a car at the curb, then the vehicle sped away into the half-light of very early morning. After it had gone, Judith went to lie on the bed and cry herself to sleep.

Her mind tried to tell her terrible things, but she refused to listen. He was just going away to do a job, she kept telling herself. He would came back to her soon, and they would resume their love and their beautiful life. It would have been so much better if she could have believed it.

Judith forced her eyes open and realized she had been half hearing the bell ringing for a long time. Her mind raced, and she told herself that perhaps it was Pete coming back to her. Before she could even sit up on the bed, though, she realized that couldn't be. The bell rang again, and she looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was a little after noon. She didn't want to see anyone, but she made herself get up and go to the door. She had reached it before she realized that she was still naked.

"Who is it?" she asked without opening it.

"It's me, Estelle. May I come in, dear?"

Judith slid the bolt and opened the door. At once, she saw passion flaming in the woman's eyes and, despite the way she felt just then, tired and sleepy and broken-hearted, she sensed that she would soon be responding in kind.

"I know you must be tired, angel," Estelle said as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her, "but I had a hunch you were going to need someone to talk to, so I came over. I hope you don't mind. I can go away if you want me to."

"No, don't go. I feel terrible, but I guess it will only get worse if I stay here alone. Sorry I'm not exactly dressed up."

"You're beautifully dressed, darling," Estelle said as she patted her on the ass, then put an arm around the bare shoulders of the young beauty and feasted her eyes on her big, beautiful boobs. "Let's go to the kitchen and see what we can do about coffee. Did you sleep at all after he left?"

"Yes. I cried for a while and then I blacked out, I guess. I'm feeling terrible, but I guess I'll get better. He warned me he'd get a call like that, but I guess I was hoping it wouldn't come so soon."

"That's part of his life, darling, and he has to live it that way. He wouldn't be the same beautiful man if he just went to work at a bank every morning and came home at five o'clock every night."

"I know. He saved me from hell and brought me into a beautiful new life. I guess I should stop complaining and get on with living."

"That's the right attitude, Judith, and I'll help all I can. That's why I'm here. Do you like your coffee strong?"

"Yes, especially today, but I can do it. You just sit and relax."