Despite the slightly sour taste of his come Nickie found the sensations of what she was doing incredibly exciting. When she realized the sheer decadence of her act, when she thought of how it would have looked to a hidden observer-the picture of herself bent over the strong young male, his thick, spasming cock trapped inside her mouth, her lips puckered as she sucked on him like his dick was a fleshy straw-her hips began jerking in response.
Bob saw the excited movements of her hips and ass, saw the swollen clit dearly erected between the folds of flesh around her slit-and he responded.
He reached out with his powerful hands and bodily lifted her hips so that when he lowered her, she had one pale, quivering young thigh on each side of his face and her cunt within an inch of his lips.
Grateful for her workings on him, hungry for the taste of her sweet little quim, he glued his mouth over her cunt and sucked and licked and tongued for all he was worth.
Nickie, already on the verge of coming herself, came over him like a flood. Hips writhing and spasming, she pressed her loins down, grinding her gash into his eagerly moving lips as she jerked again and again in response to the twin stimuli of his spurting cock and rapidly exploring tongue.
Completely drained by the abrupt power of her orgasm, Nickie let herself topple wearily to the bed beside the limp, inert form of her young mouthfucker. Drowsily, dimly aware that she mustn't sleep too long lest she be found out by her cousin or uncle, she let her eyes close for a moment and drifted almost instantly off into slumber.
She continued to sleep as Bob, concerned about the same things and even more fearful that Lisa would find him and be so pissed off that she'd cut him off from further enjoyment of her hot cunt, roused himself, dressed and slipped out of the big house.
He walked strangely.
Chapter 5
Nickie moaned and stirred, wakefulness coming to her for the third time that day. She turned over onto her side and looked at the clock.
It was well past noon. Uncle Ernie would be back soon. She swung her long, slender, shapely legs over the side of the bed and felt a tiny ache between, just a twinge at the stretching.
She remembered.
Had it been a dream, a vivid, lifelike dream?
She touched her thighs. No, not a dream. She could feel the roughness where her own secretions and Bob's overflow of come had dried.
She shivered; it had been soooo good.
Nickie stood, a little uncertainly, and quickly pulled on her nightgown and panties-in case Frank or Uncle Ernie came in-then finally responded to the gnawing in her stomach.
She scampered quickly down the stairs, her bare feet pattering softly, lightly, sweetly on the hardwood floors.
After a quick breakfast of cold cereal and milk, she wandered into the sitting room and tried the television. Nothing there in the way of entertainment.
Snapping off the big color set, she stood in the center of the room, thoughtful, a vision of lovely youth only slightly concealed by her lightweight shortie nightgown and panties.
What she was in the mood for was a book, she decided, a good book to curl up with in the sun-and if it was a little racy, well…
She giggled and began exploring the big house. The last time she'd visited, she'd glimpsed her uncle's study through an open door and remembered the towering shelves filled with hardbound books. Maybe there, she thought.
Ernie's study was a big, high-ceilinged mom about twenty feet on each side. Three of the walls were covered with shelves and cabinets; the fourth was a single huge window with open-weave drapes shading the great area of glass.
Nickie savored the feel of the thick shag area rug underfoot as she went along the shelves, examining the titles there. It never occurred to her to investigate the contents of the cabinets.
Most of the books didn't interest her. But then she came across one that intrigued her: Adventures of a Nymph.
Curious, Nickie took the book down and went over to the big leather-covered couch with it. She made herself comfortable, careless that her panties were exposed in a way that would have been indecent if any male eyes had been about to see.
The book, according to the flyleaf, was a private printing. Her curiosity truly aroused, she began reading-and found, to her delight and surprise, that it was a most explicit story of a seventeen-year-old girl's sexual adventures as told by the girl.
Nickie was so quickly caught up in the story that she never thought to wonder what her Uncle Ernie was doing with such an obviously expensive book on such an obvious prurient subject.
She was so thoroughly caught up in it that she wasn't really conscious of the car she heard pulling into the drive. Or the front door opening and closing. Or the steps in the hall outside the study.
But when the door of the study opened and she heard the hearty voice of her Uncle saying, 'Well, now we seem to have a little blonde bookworm here,' she became most acutely aware of her surroundings, her dress and the tingling arousal coursing through her veins in response to the book in her hands.
'Oh! Uncle Ernie?' she said, standing with her back to the window and not really cognizant that her uncle's eyes were lustily absorbing every one of her clearly outlined charms through her unconcealing garment. 'I-I hope you don't mind… I, uh, was looking for something to read and, uh-'
'Fine fine!' Ernie said expansively and took a step towards the nearest cabinet. He opened it and poured himself a drink from one of the decanters there.
Nickie realized, then, that his slightly uneven speech and barely perceptible sway were due to drunkenness. Suddenly she remembered dimly overheard conversations at home about 'Ernie's problems with the booze.'
'Well, I don't want to bother you here,' she said. 'So, I think I'll go change and let you take care of your-well, whatever you were going to take care of in here.' She turned to replace the book, but Ernie stepped up to her, drink in hand, and pulled it away from her.
'Oho!' he said, reading the title. Ernie searched her face for a moment. 'I didn't know your taste in literature was so discerning,' he said. 'How did you like this little masterpiece?'
She fidgeted, not sure what to say.
'Myself,' he said overloud, 'I think it's a great book. Let's talk about it.'
Nickie was very aware that her firm little breasts kept drawing her uncle's eyes back like moths to flame, and felt her tiny nipples stiffening, aching with blood-and knew that he could see them as clearly as she could feel them.
With one massive hand, he pushed her back onto the couch, 'What did you think of the story?'
She tried to act cool. Nickie shrugged-and she could feel her uncle's eyes lock onto her jiggling boobs with the movement, 'It was, uh, interesting,' she mumbled.
'Interesting? Interesting? Ha-ha-ha?'- Ernie found that amusing, laughing loudly. He drained his drink and went back to the cabinet, pouring another.
'Tell me,' he said. 'What did you think of the things she did? Did you find that interesting-or did you think she was a bad girl?'
Nickie didn't like the way his questions were going. 'I don't know,' she said. 'She was just a girl and maybe she shouldn't have done all those things.'
Ernie stood before her, towering high into the aft, He was a big man to begin with, and from Nickie's perspective, he seemed like a giant, 'Well, they didn't hurt anyone, did they?'
'Uh, no, I guess, not,' she answered, beginning to blush.
'And she seemed to enjoy them, didn't she?'
Nickie nodded, mouth dry. She definitely did not like the direction of the conversation.
