drippings. It wasn't piss – it was only my joy-juice seeping out of my cunt more profusely than it ever had before.
And still he mouthed my nipples, his head shifting from tit to tit as the notion struck him. I could see his gentle teeth marks in my flesh, little indentations around the pale pink of my areolas, and there was a lonesome, hungry want in my cunt, a void that needed filling.
'Roy,' I purred, silky-voiced, silky-bodied, 'don't you want to fuck me now?'
He didn't answer. He made a half-turn on the bed and his mouth left my titties, moving down my tummy in little nips and bites that made me ache in response. For a moment his tongue prodded into my navel, then licked an endless circle around the rim, and I thought I'd come right then.
But I didn't. At least, not a big, shattering come. My pussy got warmer and tingled, and I felt a little shudder of excitement around my clit, but it was just the kind of good feeling a girl gets when she washes her crotch a little too vigorously in the tub. There was plenty more.
Uncle Roy touched my cunt with his fingers, tracing the tight, narrow line of my slit. I don't have much of a beaver, and most of it is a very pale blonde, so he didn't have any trouble seeing the pink line of my gash. His hand moved up and down, tickling my snatch till I opened my legs wide, and then he slid a finger inside my open split. When he touched my slick, rosy gash, I wanted to scream. The rasp of his stubby fingernail sent me into a whining mingle of pain and pleasure, and when he poked at the nub of my. My ass bounced high and I didn't know whether I wanted him to let my clitty alone or pinch it till it turned blue.
He pushed my ass down onto the bed again and he spread my thighs a little wider than I found comfortable. I whined at him to go easier but I don't think he heard me. Keeping my cunt split with his fingers, Roy moved his head into it, that tongue of his thrust out like a big red cock.
I felt it brush my gash the same way it had sloshed my face and I knew I was in for a fantastic cunt-lapping. My hands moved of their own will to grab his head and pull him into my twat, and Roy rolled with the command. His tongue seemed to be as long and as limber as his cock. It speared its way between my cunt-lips, into my hole, and a hell of a distance up inside. And when he got his tongue into my cunt, he wasn't content merely to leave it there. He used it like a prick, reaming my cuntal sheath fore and aft, making my pussy, if anything, wetter than it already was. He must have slurped up a gallon of Jenni-cream as he licked my snatch, but if it bothered him, he didn't mention it.
Once upon a time I'd thought only girls knew how to eat pussy as well as Roy was eating mine. Or at least that's what a girl friend used to assure me while she took a breather between munches at my muff. At the time I thought she was right, because none of the boys who'd sucked my snatch had ever done as well as she could. Now I was beginning to rethink that position.
By the time he got around to nibbling my clit, I was beside myself with horniness. I wanted to do something – it seemed obscene and selfish for me to be lying here moaning while he did all the work – but there wasn't anything I could do. I tried to pull down his shorts, intending to suck his cock just a bit, but he was lying at the wrong angle. I could get his shorts down and I could touch his dick, but there was no way I could twist and stretch myself enough to get my mouth on it. So I settled for second best. Once I'd bared his ass, I began to lick and bite its hard muscular surface, my tongue drifting into the crack to make teasing inroads upon the tiny puckered hole of his bung and the base of his nuts.
That seemed to be a satisfactory substitute. Roy's mouth went on overtime when I started kissing his ass, and his tongue flogged my clit with ever more rapid strokes. Good was good, I thought, and I squeezed up a big handful of his cock, at the same time trying to work my tongue into his asshole. He was a very clean man, and I got only the faintest, slightly tantalizing taste of shit as I sucked at his butthole. The flavor seemed to stick to my tongue, spurring me to prong him all the harder. Roy's butt twitched at each tongue-swipe and I knew, from that and from the mumbled encouragements he whispered into my muff, that he was enjoying the receipt as much as I grooved on the delivery.
He was rubbing his lower front teeth across the stub of my clitoris when I couldn't take it any longer. My head felt chilled, from crown to chin, and my eyes swam deliriously, and my pussy began to throb uncontrollably. I must have pumped his mouth full of my twat-cream, and I heard him slurping as I jerked and writhed into his face.
My hands and face fell away from his ass – I didn't have enough concentration to continue. Roy rose to his knees beside me then, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He looked like movie film projected at two frames per second – jerk-jerk-jerk – from one motion to another, or was it that my own system had slowed down to a crawl as my hips convulsed in orgasm?
'Hurry,' I said, astonished at how slowly I spoke the word, as if it had five separate syllables, one for each letter. He smiled down at me, throwing aside his shirt. I watched it flutter through the air, and when I looked back at him, he was completing the task of removing his shorts. I'd pulled them down far enough to let his cock spring free and his ass-cheeks shine.
But seeing him naked, then, to see all of his body, threatened to cap the whole affair. Uncle Roy was, quite simply, all man. He was broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped, and there wasn't an iota of wastage or flab on him. Anywhere. Least of all in the big cock that rose stiff and fierce as a red dragon from its curly mat of crotch hair. I saw him take that cock in his hand and I sucked in my breath, tasting its cummy hardness once again in my mouth.
'Are you going to fuck me now, Roy?' I asked, my voice strangely distant.
He flushed, as if he had suddenly grown angry, but it was only the pressure of the lust boiling inside him.
'I'm going tofuck you!!' he bellowed in reply, and, still holding his cock firmly, he threw himself upon me.
I screamed and my knees came up. Roy's body pressed down upon mine, crushing the breath out of me for a second, and he was struggling to get his cock into my uplifted snatch.
'Oh, Christ!' I whined, shifting my ass on the bed to help him shove his cock inside. My legs shot into the air, toes kicking towards the ceiling, and now I was as exposed as I could ever be, the red mouth of my snatch splayed wide for his hard prick.
He got the tip of his rod against my cunt-lips and he began to push. When I felt my labes part and let his knob work between them, it seemed that I went blind for a quick moment. My eyes were as open as my twat, but they couldn't see a Goddamned thing, not even his gorgeous face hovering only inches from mine. There seemed to be an enormous lump forming in my throat, spreading as if it wanted to fill every empty space inside my body.
God, his cock had been big in my mouth, but now, in my cunt – it was enormous! I'd never been fucked by a boy as massively hung as Roy was, and for a sickening instant I wondered if I hadn't overreached myself. Was his cock too big? Would he tear out my guts if he ever got that dong all the way inside my cunt? I'd talked a big fuck to him, when I was putting on the make, but now when the chips were down, could my pussy match my mouth?
He felt my tightness. And he hesitated. With just the head of his dick holding my snatch open, Roy paused as if he were weighing the alternatives. I knew what he must have been thinking. I was wet, I was hot, I'd already come once into his sucking mouth. And still it seemed that he was too large in the peter department for us to share a good fuck.
Make no mistake. Uncle Roy had been shy and slow about getting down to it, but right now he had a definite case of the hot and hornies for me. The taste of my cunt juice had obviously removed any trace of doubt about my status as an available piece, and my legs were up to receive him willingly.
He struggled with me, a froth of spittle showing between his clenched lips, arid I wiggled, hoping that would splay my cunt helpfully. His prick stabbed forward, sliding into my cunt-hole just a bit deeper. Now most of his knob was firmly imbedded, and I felt as if he were ripping me apart.
My pussy was already stretched so wide that the effort made tears well up in my eyes, but something just as wet was dripping out my slit, too, and in another moment Roy's cock had begun to feel like a welcome visitor. He let his cock soak in my juices and then pushed again, a bit deeper, and I found out just how elastic my cunt really is. I could feel each vein that throbbed in the head of his dick as it slid farther into my twat, and there was a rushing in my ears from the excitement of knowing that we really could fuck after all.
My cunt-lips yielded without tearing. They spread gracefully for his cock and my clitty began to ring and throb passionately. Little spurts of pleasure fluttered like dart wounds in my brain and I knew that this screw was
