his cum, and the sticky sperm rolled in my mouth like an ocean wave. I held his cock-head desperately, locking my teeth behind the knob, taking each fresh spurt of his fuck-juice.
God, the first eruption nearly choked me where I knelt! His jizz tasted so good I didn't ever want to swallow it.
But swallow I had to, for the pressure of my constricted throat was like a huge lump inside me. And Uncle Roy had plenty of hot cock-cream to feed me, too. It seemed as if I'd tapped his sperm, that he'd never be able to stop shooting into my wide-open throat. And as long as he could squirt, I could suck and drink, so suck and drink I did until his prick slowly deflated and stop spurting his tasty spunk.
My own come ebbed as his did and, though it wasn't the best orgasm I'd ever had, I had never creamed spontaneously while sucking cock before, so it was a milestone in its own way. Obviously this was something I'd like to do again, and very, very soon.
I let his limp rod slide from my cummy lips and I raised my head slowly, dabbing with my fingers at the cock-cream which oozed from the corners of my mouth. Swallow as hard as I could, there had still been a surplus flow which my throat couldn't work fast enough to accommodate.
Warm and comfy, I wanted to pull him onto the tiles with me, to have him lie at my side, cuddling me, his hands gently stroking and petting me till both of us were ready to go around one more time. I pulled on his hands, making little mewing purrs of invitation, but as I looked at his face, I saw his expression change rapidly. Where one moment he was smiling dreamily in that particularly male post-orgasmic blissfulness, the next his face was twisted and horrified.
'What's wrong?' I asked. 'Is something the matter?'
He said, 'My God, Jenni – what have I done?' and his voice was incredulous, as if he'd just awakened from a bad dream.
For answer I put my hand on his limp cock, squeezing it in the friendliest fashion I could. 'You [missing text].'
'I didn't do anything,' I said. 'You didn't have to do anything.'
He pushed my hand from his tool and reached quickly for his shorts. I leaned back while he pulled them into place and, much as I hated to see his dick covered up, I could console myself with the lovely memory of it.
'This is ridiculous,' he said. 'Absolutely ridiculous.' I didn't think it was, but he was talking and I let him go on. 'My God, Jennifer – I've known you since you were a baby. I went to see you in the hospital just after you were born. I was a grown man then. What in the name of God did I do?'
I stood up and did a slow turn before him, displaying my body. 'For one thing,' I said, 'I'm not a child, Uncle Roy. I've been a big girl for a couple of years. And if I hadn't wanted to suck you off, I wouldn't have sucked you off.'
'What am I going to tell your mother?' he said morosely.
'What does she have to do with it?'
He sighed. 'That's neither here nor there. Would you hand me my pants?' I stooped to pick them up, giving him a good shot of the way my pointed tits bobbled enticingly, but instead of handing him his trousers I tossed them into the pool. He groaned. The expression of his face made me laugh in delight, so I picked up his jacket and threw it in as well. His face went scarlet red. He was angry now, and he stood up, clenching his fists. I did a scampering dance around him, evading the reach of his hands, taunting him with little cries of scorn, and then I ran towards the house. He stood a moment, looking first at his floating clothes and then at me, and then he broke into a run in pursuit of me.
I pulled the door shut behind me, blocking his path for an instant, and while he struggled with the handle I raced up the stain, still laughing my head off. It was like a game of tag. I heard his footsteps at the bottom of the staircase just as I scampered into my bedroom and threw myself onto the bed. Not even the pillow over my face could mask the hysterical pitch of my laughter. His face, when I'd dunked his clothes, was the funniest thing I'd ever seen, and I couldn't forget it for even a moment.
Uncle Roy must have trailed me by the sound of my laughing. The pillow was rudely jerked away from my face and I found myself looking up into his face. Brushing my hair back I kept laughing like a demented hyena, and it seemed to me that I was almost a little girl again, playful and childish.
Only when my throat ached did I quit laughing, and I lay panting and heaving, still looking up at him. Now he wasn't quite so red-faced. His lips were slightly parted, as if he meant to speak, but no words came out. I picked myself up, onto my knees, and we were only inches apart. I could hear his raspy breath, nearly as loud as my own.
Which of us moved first? I don't know, and I don't care. It seemed that my arms lifted and reached for him just as his snaked out to encircle me. We moved together, our mouths brushing warm and wet, and then I was being pulled fiercely to his chest. I opened my mouth and let his tongue invade mine, probing and exploring the damp recesses. In another moment we were lying side by side on the bed, one of his hands cupping the swell of my hip, the other just beginning to pet the contour of a tit.
'Make me feel good, Uncle Roy,' I whispered, giving him the reins.
CHAPTER TWO
And he took them.
His mouth covered mine, tongue jabbing inside with a fierceness that made me shiver, and I wrapped him around with one of my bare legs, tying myself to his body in a knot I never wanted undone. My cunt rubbed back and forth across the front of his shorts and I felt his cock stir to renewed life inside. I could feel the heat through the fabric of his underwear and it made me ache to see and touch his bare, throbbing tool just one more time.
But that wasn't up to me, it seemed. Roy – it seemed silly to be thinking of him still as 'Uncle Roy' – forced me onto my back and he stretched his long body atop mine. One of his legs jammed between mine and the skin of his thigh massaged my pussy till I was itching wet and ready for screwing.
He lifted his face from mine, tongue slipping out to give my lips and chin a doggie-bath. It was soft and wet and just a bit raspy, and when he used its tip to tickle the edges of my mouth, I couldn't keep from moaning.
'It feels so good,' I sighed, my arms around his neck. 'Don't stop, please don't stop!'
Stop he did. His tongue left my mouth and began to trace a damp line down my neck, onto the curves of my boobs. My titties are small, shaped like little cupcakes, pointy at the ends. Sometimes I wish they were big and bouncy like Mom's but you can't have everything. Roy's mouth dropped onto the left tit, and it seemed to fit him perfectly. His teeth clenched slightly, digging into my tender flesh, and I sighed, making my tits rise a little, pushing them all the more into his mouth.
He held them firmly, chewing in a manner that had me scratching and clawing the bedspread, and his tongue flicked back and forth across the increasingly stiffened nipple, maddening it, making it thrust out ever farther, ever harder. When he had my nipple hard and my tit-flesh aching, he drew his mouth back and began to roll my pap between his tightened lips. At the same time his hand fondled my other tit, keeping it in a state of excitement as I waited for him to suck it, too.
It was like my wildest dream come true. All my sex experience had been with boys, my own age or a little older. Sure, it was fun, and I'd learned a lot, but all those boys had been interested in was getting a hard-on, shoving it into me, cunt or mouth, and humping and pumping till they'd squirted out their load. I liked it, in a way. There's nothing like the feeling of a good, hard cock wedged in your pussy or lying hot and throbbing on your tongue, unless it's the blasting shudder when that same cock suddenly bursts apart and floods you with a river of cum.
But I'd read books, and I'd talked to other girls, and I knew there was more to sex than being a receptacle for some guy's jism. What about me? I had orgasms when I fucked, but I had better orgasms when I played with my snatch. Wasn't I entitled to more comfort than that?
By God, I was getting it now!
The action of Roy's mouth on my tit made me so damp in the crotch I wondered for a moment if I'd pissed myself in excitement. While he sucked my boobs, I slid a finger down to my gash and sopped up some of the
