more than some sneaky peeks until I saw what a roaring hard-on he'd gotten.
'Jenni,' he said in a tight little voice as I dropped to my knees beside him. I was still naked, with beads of water in my hair. My nipples were as stiff as his cock was and I could feel my heart thumping a little too fast. Before he could stop me, I pulled the jacket off his lap and planted my hand on the rod tenting out his pants.
'Stop that!' he said.
I rubbed the length of his boner with my palm. God, his cock was so big and so hard! Something in my brain told me I'd die on the spot if I didn't get a look at his prick, so I unzipped his pants and stuck my hand inside. He groaned as my fingers touched his shorts, and then I was past the briefs, holding the hot, hard cock of my honorary uncle.
'Jenni,' he said again, 'this is ridiculous. Stop it at once.' But he didn't really sound serious about it, not with that hoarse choke in his voice, not the way his prick kept getting harder when my hand locked and unlocked on it. 'This isn't happening,' he said to no one in particular. 'My God, I've known you since you were a baby.'
Instead of talking, I wriggled around with my fingers till I'd dragged his cock through his undone zipper and it was sticking out into the naked light of day.
Where it was created to stick out. The gorgeous size and shape of his prick took away my breath for a moment, and I could only pet his rod with my hands while I sighed in delight. Nature had been good to Uncle Roy, from where I knelt, at least. His cock was the biggest, most beautiful I'd ever seen. Eight inches in length, easy, with curling gold hairs thick around the base. Its color was a glowing, healthy flesh-tone except for the knobby tip, which was vividly purplish and looked like a rare flower about to blossom. As I handled his dick, I realized that so far I'd only seen boys' cocks – this tool belonged to a man!
Now there was no turning back. I'd always thought Uncle Roy was attractive – now I knew that he was beautiful and that I had to fuck him. If Mom ever found out about this, she'd shit, but I didn't plan to tell her. And even if Uncle Roy did, getting screwed by a cock like this would be worth catching hell for.
I looked into his face. He was ashy-white, his eyes dilated. It seemed as if his strong, assured manhood had suddenly deserted him. But that couldn't be. The portion of his manhood resting in my hot little fingers was definitely up to snuff.
'I'm going to suck your cock, Uncle Roy,' I told him then.
'No – you can't…'
'I made it hard, so I think I'm entitled,' and with that I pressed my lips to the swelling bulge of his prick- head. Uncle Roy groaned but he didn't tell me to stop.
I kissed my way up and down the exposed part of his dick, dwelling a long time on the flaring edges of his big knob. My fingers stole into his shorts to fickle the oversized balls. His eggs rolled inside their wrinkled sac and I felt his rod get even harder between my lips. Oh, this was no way to go about a blow-job! I needed to have all of his cock and balls where I could get at them!
'Stand up!' I commanded, still playing with his tool. When his ass touched the chair again, it was bare, and so was Uncle Roy from the waist down.
His crotch hair was a burnt-gold color, thick and soft. From its foresty mat his dick rose up stiff and fierce, the big balls dangling below. I took a gentle handful of his nuts, squeezing tenderly just to hear him moan, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could to suck his cock in.
I don't know what Uncle Roy was thinking. He looked vaguely uncomfortable until his cock touched my tongue and my lips shut tightly on it, and then his expression changed. His eyes got interested and he began to snort like a bull. No man can resist a good blow-job.
And he knew he was getting one when his cock sank deep into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed and he plunged forward, till my throat was full of his knob and my lower lip was almost touching his balls. Maybe I'd been playing little-girl tease games with him up to now, but this was definitely big-girl cock-sucking.
He grabbed my head and tried to fuck some more of his prick into my mouth, but there wasn't a lot more to give me. That last half-inch of dick went inside, my lips began to nuzzle his balls, a crotch hair curled into my left nostril, and I began to suck my new toy for all it was worth.
My aching lungs finally told me it was time to breathe, so I forced my head upward. His wet, glistening meat emerged as my face lifted and I stroked the prick-shaft up and down with my fingers while I sucked curiously on his knob. My teeth prevented the cock-tip from slipping out of my mouth and I rimmed it with flashing, darting tongue-strokes as I gave it the lollipop treatment. In two years of cock-sucking experience this was the biggest and tastiest dong I'd ever had in my mouth and I felt myself becoming addicted.
The blow-job was having its effect on Uncle Roy, too. When I opened my teeth and let all his cock stand up free and bare, he gave my head a reassuring pat and there was a pleased smile on his face.
His cock was dripping with my spit and I could swear that it was smiling, too. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and licked away my drool, then began to work his rod slowly, slowly, with my fist. Uncle Roy's ass moved in counterpoint to my easy jerking and I saw a tiny bubble of pre-cum appear in the piss-slit. With my tongue I licked it away, tickling his sensitive cum-hole, and for the most hideous single moment I was afraid that he was going to squirt out his load right now. His dick went steely hot in my hand and his stomach pulled in and I thought, He's going to come too soon!
And then his belly pushed out and his sigh of relief was even louder than my own. Our eyes met and both of us smiled. He'd gotten himself under control.
But it was no time to be taking unnecessary chances. I gave his prick a couple of happy strokes, then fed it back into my mouth. When he came, I wanted his jizz to be inside me, where I could feel it, taste it, drink it down like wine.
If anything, his prick seemed to be even bigger the second time I began to deep-throat him. My gullet strained to accept his meat but accept it I did, washing his cock with my drool from base to tip. And my jaws worked like pistons to suck Uncle Roy's tool, pressuring and relaxing, then pressuring again with renewed insistence.
My head began to rise and fall on him, that big pecker of his filling my mouth so wonderfully as I mouth- fucked it ever faster. It had been years since I'd seen Uncle Roy, but I think I'd had a crush on him since I was big enough to walk, and as I ate his peter, it seemed that this was the end to which my life had been designed.
He liked it, too. His fingers dug into my temples and he began to move with me, till, before either of us knew it, the situation had completely reversed. I wasn't sucking Uncle Roy's cock any longer – he was fucking my mouth. My head remained in one place, braced by his big strong hands, and his cock rammed in and out to stuff my throat full. We'd begun with games, moved into seduction, and we'd arrived at good, driving sex, the best I'd yet found in two years of looking.
He screwed my mouth as if it were my cunt, and I loved it, using my tongue and lips and cheeks to fondle his tool while he pronged my throat. Uncle Roy was moving faster than I was accustomed to, but it was a speed I was learning to love. The come-frenzy was on him, and down between my bare legs I could feel my snatch getting red-hot, too. If he'd touched the lips of my pussy right then, I'd have screamed and exploded, but in our positions he couldn't reach my cunt, and so I had to do it for myself.
Or at least I started to; I moved a hand downward to begin diddling myself, but before I could get there, stars went off inside my brain and ripples of delight shuddered in my pussy. I moaned out my come, the cries muffled and deadened by the size of the fuck-stick that clogged my mouth, and when I did touch my cunt, I found it dripping with juice. The twat-lips were slick and wet and my finger jabbed between them, stabbing deep inside my hole like a tiny, thin cock.
Uncle Roy must have felt the change in my body as I climaxed. Certainly he was aware of the slobbering cries I whimpered around his pulsing cock. I heard him grunt, as though from very far away, and suddenly just the tip of his cock was inside my lips, where I sucked it like a fifty-dollar whore.
I opened my eyes and saw that he'd grabbed the exposed part of his rod with his big fist. His hand began to jerk up and down, bumping my mouth every time it came up, as he shucked toward a come of his own. I could feel his dick swelling and hardening even more insistently, and my tongue rolled and fluttered on the portion of his tool trapped in my mouth.
And then the blossoming of his cock-head, the enormous ballooning and shuddering told me that he was coming, too. I closed my eyes and opened my throat, ready for anything he could give me.
His wad came in tremendous spurts, thick and tasty, boiling out of his dick and into my mouth. Big gobs, hot gobs, flavored salty-sweet and slightly metallic, Uncle Roy's jism flooded me. My cheeks puffed out, suddenly full of
