Donald Palermo: A piece of niece

"Hold still, honey," she panted. "I'll lick up what's running down your thighs and then I'll suck the rest of that cream out of your sweet little cunt."

While the audience watched, Marion fondled the lovely, silken thighs and butt while her tongue lapped up rich, smooth cream until her mouth reached the source, the tender little aunt that had been so thoroughly filled by the black cock.

As she fitted her mouth over the pink gash, Marion was wild with arousal. She felt Judith's body jerk, felt soft, juicy cunt press down on her mouth and then she began to suck. She sucked hungrily until Judith's twat ran dry, had nothing left to give. But even then it wasn't enough for Marion, and she sent her tongue up to explore the interior of the soft, warm cunt while her hands fondled and squeezed asscheeks which couldn't keep still. Her tongue explored so cunningly that it wasn't long before Judith was crying out in orgasm again, her lovely body jerking, shining with the sweat of her erotic labors.

Sighing, floating a million miles above reality, Judith felt other hands on her, felt herself being carried, and then she was lying on her back on the thick carpet. Her legs were up and wide open, there was a naked man lying on top of her and there was a stiff prick stroking in her cunt. She didn't know who owned the cock and she didn't care. She was getting fucked again, and that was all that mattered.

The party was still going strong. It was evening, then, and Judith had lost count of how many times she had been fucked, had had her cunt lapped, her asshole fingered and sucked, had sucked cunts and tit. Perhaps it was twenty or two hundred, she had no idea.

She was lying across a padded chair, the position in which some man had placed her while he reamed her asshole with an educated tongue. Eventually, when she found the energy, she told herself, she would get up and go find a drink, either from a bottle or from a stiff cock, if there was such a thing left in the world.

And then Estelle came to her and helped her to her feet. Something in the woman's expression told. Judith that Estelle wasn't taking her aside for another cunt-lapping, so she got to her feet, took the woman's hand and walked out of the room with her. They went upstairs to the bedroom where they had shared so many erotic experiences, but this time, Judith sensed, there was another purpose. Her subconscious mind tried to tell her what to expect, but she turned it off. She could trust Estelle. Estelle would know how to handle it, whatever it was. They sat on the bed together, their naked bodies warming and comforting each other.

"All right, Judith. I think this is the right time to face it. Trust me," Estelle said.

"You know I trust you, Estelle. Tell me. It's about Pete, isn't it?"

"Yes, dear. Ever since that dream you had, you've been waiting for the news, for confirmation, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"The waiting is over, darling. I got a telegram just a little while ago."

"He's dead?"

"Did it happen the way I saw it? I know it did. It had to."

"I don't know, dear, but I guess that doesn't matter. I have a letter for you from Pete. Do you want to read it? I can leave you alone if you wish. Maybe you'd like to let your tears go for a while first."

"No, I don't want to cry. I don't understand why, but there aren't any team. Please read the letter to me. How did you get it?"

"Pete wrote it before he left, before he even got the call. I think he sensed this was going to be it, his last assignment."

"Then why did he take it? Why didn't he just say no?"

"Because he wasn't that kind of man. It was his life. I've known him for years, you know. It was always as though to him, death was a part of life. He seemed to enjoy flirting with it, like the smell of death made life more interesting, more enjoyable."

"Do you think he loved me, Estelle?"

"I know he did, that's why he left you this letter. But it was more than love. You see, he rescued you from a dead-end road to hell. It was as though he gave you birth. He felt a terrible responsibility for that. I don't know what he wrote in the letter, but I guess it was something along that line."

"Please read it to me now, Estelle. Knowing he's dead has taken away most of the hurt and the fear. If I'm right, I guess the letter will do the rest for me."

Patting Judith on the thigh, Estelle picked up the letter and tore it open. Resisting the urge to scan it quickly, she began reading.

"Judith, my lovely angel."

"When you read this letter, I'll be dead. I will have died without fear of death because I lived without fear of death. People who fear death fear life. I lived more life than anyone I know and I wish the same for you."

"I stole you away from parents who would have destroyed you. I gave you a new life. Do you want to thank me for that? Okay. Do it by taking the gift of life and using it. Live your life. Pick it up with both hands and use it. Use your mind and your heart and your cunt. Don't be afraid to give and don't be afraid to take. When your last moment of life arrives, know in that moment that you have not wasted what was so precious."

"I introduced you to one life style. Follow that one if you want. Experiment. Try other styles if you want to. Do what you want always. Never do what you think others expect of you. Because you are generous and giving and want, there is a danger you will give too much without taking your share. Be careful of that."

"I loved you as I never loved any other person, but you must remember that even while loving you, I fucked around in my own style. I never owned you, and you never owned me. It was never intended that people should own people."

"If you have been upset by the news of my death, stop it. If you respect my memory, prove it by living life the way it was meant to be lived. Stop shedding tears from your pretty eyes, shed tasty juice from your tender, lovely little cunt."

"A lawyer will be in touch with you soon and will show you how much money you have. You will find that it is much more than you ever imagined, but that isn't important beyond the fact that it will permit you to live the way you want."

"This is enough. You get busy living your life while I settle into whatever there is beyond death. I have a hunch I'm going to enjoy that, too."

"Go get fucked, my lovely angel. Go get your cunt sucked and licked. Have a nice big come and then while your beautiful body is still glowing, go get at least a dozen more."

"As you grow older, you'll find other things to do. Take your time, when things are important enough, you'll recognize them."

"Now stop reading this dumb letter and go live your life, Pete."

"What a beautiful letter. What a lovely way to say good-bye," Judith said and even while she smiled, there were tears in her eyes.

"Yes, nobody could have said it as well. Go ahead and let those tears out if you want to. I'll leave you alone for a while if you want."

"Don't be such a dummy, Estelle. Those are happy tears. I've never felt happier in my whole life. I understand now. I understand everything. I couldn't be sad if I tried."

"Oh, darling, I'm so happy for you," Estelle said as she dropped the letter and took the lovely young woman in a warm embrace, their naked bodies rubbing excitingly.

"Estelle, stand up for a minute," Judith said urgently, and the woman obeyed.

Quickly, Judith dropped to her knees in front of her, her arms wrapping around the sleek hips of the woman, her hands playing with the firm, smooth butt. She kissed Estelle's belly, tongued her navel a little, then her sigh was warmly muffled as she pressed her face into a smooth, warm crotch and inhaled the fragrance of cunt.

"Will you do anything I ask?" Judith said as she looked up at Estelle.