I didn't have to see her face to know that she was erupting into a climax.
When it hit her, she wailed and cried and thrashed her hands in the air. She threw her upper body forward to lie upon him and she kissed him as if she meant to suck out his tongue. Roy's hands encircled her, embracing her tightly, and his crotch continued to belt up against hers fiercely, his cock swishing in her hairy slice.
I heard Mom sobbing, saw the shuddering convulsions of her body, and it did something to me. For the first time I realized how much alike we were, Mom and I. Just because she was pushing forty didn't mean that she wasn't entitled to her fair share of fucking. She loved it so much. But I needed mine, too, and the hell of it was that both of us craved one special cock, the one Uncle Roy carried between his legs.
Well, I wanted him as much as she did, and if he couldn't take care of the pair of us, I didn't plan to be the girl who got left out. Once the honeymoon was over and we were all settled into a new home, I'd just tell him so. He'd fucked me and sucked me and he couldn't simply drop me flat because he'd married my mother in the meantime.
Roy's nuts wobbled and he pounded up into her cunt hard, hard, hard! I could hear him grunting as he shot out round after round of jism into her snatch, and my fingers stabbed angrily at my own cunt then while I pretended I was the one getting his load.
My breath left me and I reeled in the hallway, my fingers jerking inside my convulsing pussy. I was sopping wet between the legs, I could scarcely see, and I almost fell against the door to their room. That might have been interesting, but it would have been dangerous as hell. I caught my balance just in time, straightened up, and managed to stagger down the hall to my room, walking on silent cat feet. My bed looked so inviting I just collapsed onto it, my hand still wedged inside my gash, and I finger-fucked myself to another orgasm, biting my lips to keep from screaming with joy when I came.
Yes, I thought, withdrawing my cunt-juiced fingers and sniffing them. Yes indeed. Seeing Uncle Roy sock it to Mom had only made me want him for my own that much more. And have him I would. No matter what it cost, no matter how long it took.
CHAPTER SIX
I nicked out a peasant blouse with an elastic neckline, and a long green skirt. Heels made me a little taller than Brian, so I left my feet bare to keep him at ease.
He rang the doorbell at seven-thirty on the dot and I went to let him in. He was dressed casually, too, a screen-print T-shirt and jeans, and he had a look of innocent lust on his face when he saw me.
I took him by the hand and led him into the parlor for a drink, which seemed to give him courage, for after a minute or two he kissed me in a sloppy though promising manner.
His tongue sloshed across my face and rimmed my lips and finally dared to penetrate my mouth. I sucked it so voraciously it must have scared the shit out of him. He got all stiff-jointed where our bodies were touching and his arms felt as if they'd turned to clay.
'What's wrong?' I teased. 'Are you scared of me?'
'Who's scared?' he asked bravely.
I put my hand on the front of his pants and felt his hard-on. It had sprung up unbidden while we were kissing, and it was rocky hard to the touch.
'Let's see what you have,' I suggested.
He didn't have any objections, so I unzipped him and tugged out his hard-on.
Like I'd figured earlier today, his cock was a bit small. No more than five inches, I estimated while stroking his rod, and not especially thick either. Maybe it'd grow. After all, he wasn't fifteen yet, so there was plenty of time for expanding his assets. But his prick was throbbingly hard and I suspected that his stubby little tool could fuck up a storm if it got half a chance.
Trouble was, he was so young and obviously inexperienced. He groaned when I began to play with his rod, and before I'd really gotten a good feel of his dick, it had gasped and creamed its goo all over nay fingers.
'You've never screwed a girl before, have you?' I challenged. 'And you're so excited you don't know how to control yourself. Isn't that it?'
He nodded. I patted his knee.
'Then let Cousin-by-marriage Jenni show you what to do, love.'
I didn't wait for him to answer. I bent my head into his lap. First I licked the cum he'd spilled on my fingers, then I drank up the jizz he'd dripped on the front of his jeans, and at last I washed and rinsed the head of his little rod itself.
Brian's cum had a fresh, milky taste that was like no other sperm I'd ever sampled, and the smile I gave him when I finished licking was certainly no pretense.
'Now,' I told him, 'I'm going to have your cherry, Tiger.'
I stuffed his limp dick into my mouth and sucked till it sprang up hard and burning hot.
Uncle Roy's big tool had made me a bit picky, I'm afraid, and Brian's cock seemed awfully small in comparison. But he was only a boy, for God's sake, and his cock got so desperately hard. Hard is nearly as important as size. Ask any girl.
When his cock was poking out very stiff, I made him stand up so I could undress him. I punctuated the slow strip with little kisses here anti there on his body. Most of them went to his cock and balls, which seemed most deserving and needful of kisses. His scrotum, like his peter, was small, and it looked so young and tight and compact. I could nestle its little dangle inside my open mouth and Brian seemed to enjoy my sucking as much as I enjoyed the feel of his nuts on my tongue.
Brian was naked at last, and I stood up and back to view my handiwork and nature's. He had a trim body that just missed being skinny. Even when he grew up he'd be a slight, slim man, no muscle bound creep. Plenty of girls like the type, though, and his face was so pretty he had the makings of a heartbreaker in him. Breaking in Brian would be a nice memory for both of us. Maybe sometime in the future we might even fuck again and see how he'd profited by my instructions. If I had time.
'You're lovely,' I said, making him blush. 'Just like a young Apollo. Why don't you undress me now?'
He did, moving swiftly where I'd touched him in lingering fashion. He pulled down the elastic top of my blouse to bare the titties underneath, and when he got his mouth on them, I thought he'd never let up biting and kissing and sucking. His teeth gnawed on my nipples, which ached with pain but got stiffer than hell, too, and I didn't know if I should ask him to stop or beg him to continue.
Slobber and tooth marks were on my tits when he stopped his nursing and began to search for the button which held up my long skirt. It fell in an easy graceful motion, once he'd undone it, and Brian was staring directly into my pussy. He dropped to his knees and touched my cunt-mound with the fingers of one hand. Fingers curled in my thin beaver. He tugged, too hard, but I smiled through it all the same, and then he closed his palm over my snatch, squeezing my plumpness. While he experimented with this newfound toy, I drew the blouse over my head and dropped it to the floor. Now both of us were ready.
'Come on,' I invited. 'To the couch.'
I stretched out, arms opened to receive him, and Brian slid close to me. His hot rod tingled on my belly and his hands and ups visited me all over.
He seemed anxious to get down to the fucking. His fingers poked around the lips of my cunt, the tips creeping inside, and I could tell that he wanted to put his prick in my hole right away, but I wanted to play first and I told him so. It was my game.
'Kiss me,' I purred. 'Feel me. Get me good and hot.'
He sighed in resignation, but he did it all the same, and it was pleasant indeed to lie there hugging his slim body while we kissed and played. Our legs entwined and our crotches rubbed, and I was half afraid that he'd blow his cookies prematurely again, but he didn't seem as tense now as he was a little while ago. Maybe the two of us could turn him into a decent lover yet.
I guess I'm not much different from any other girl. It's fantastic to make it with an assured, confident stud of a guy who knows how to take charge, but that's only one kind of trip. No girl who's been around at all can resist the chance to be some shy male virgin's first piece. You become a combination of mother and whore and buddy,
