Uncle Bob Ch. 03

I've had lots of requests for Chapter 3, and I have 2 excuses for the long delay in publishing it. Firstly, life got in the way. Secondly, my editor, the venerable Copperskink, is such a hard task-master, and made me re-write bits. (Actually, I think it's a lot better now, so thanks a million, Vic).

So in this chapter, things start to get a little bit complicated for our horny uncle and his insatiable niece... Enjoy (and that's an order!)

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Chapter 3 - Sunday Morning

The next morning, I woke up with Stacey still asleep. I went downstairs, fixed us breakfast and took it up to the bedroom on a tray. Stacey opened her eyes dreamily.

"Hey, Uncle Bob. Good morning."

"Good morning, sweetie. How did you sleep?"

"After my butt-hole got back to its normal shape, pretty good thanks. How about you?"

I set the tray down by the bedside. "Well, my balls are still aching. I couldn't believe I could come so many times." After our first ass-fucking, she had insisted we repeat the exercise with her on top and a vibrator on her clit. Amazingly, she came twice before I did -- though I'm sure that was only because my balls were pretty dry by then. A quick visit to the bathroom and then she got me to lick her out -- she came again -- and then she sucked me off before we both cleaned up and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

Stacey giggled. "Oh Uncle Bob, I think they're gonna ache a lot more. Now you've shown me how good sex is, I keep, like, wanting more and more. But first, this breakfast looks way yummy. Is that fresh orange juice? Hey, awesome!"

We ate, and kissed and hugged a little, and she put some boysenberry jam on her nipples which I duly licked off -- and kept licking long after all the jam was gone. I could have gone straight to fucking her, but I thought I'd take it a little slower, so I turned her over and gave her one of Bob's patent back-rubs.

Now these back-rubs have, on many occasions, induced feelings of well-being and increasing levels of lust in the ladies who have received them -- shit; let's just say it gets the girls horny. True, one or two have fallen asleep, but that depends on the circumstances and the techniques. Some stroking, fingernail-work and what I think is called 'petrossage', applied to the right parts of the body and mixed with some tongue-work seems to do the job pretty well on most gals.

Stacey was no exception. I started on her shoulders, kissing and licking the back of her neck as I ran my palms across her back and my fingernails down the backs of her arms.

"Ooh, Uncle Bob! That makes me go all tingly!" she giggled.

I teased the insides of her elbows, first with my nails and then with my tongue, blowing gently on the wet skin. Then back up her arms and shoulders, down across her back in light, even strokes, then tracing her spine with my tongue, breathing on the wet skin. I gently stroked her ass-cheeks, dipping my tongue to lick between them and at her perineum. She moaned softly.

I continued down her thighs, all the while just enjoying the softness of her skin, the young tightness of her body. I licked and stroked her inner thighs, and every little gasp and moan made my cock harder. I teased the backs of her knees with my mouth while I slid my hands under her legs, stroking her shins, the fronts of her knees and her thighs. I dipped lower, teasing and sucking her toes, making her giggle and squirm with the tickling. Then slowly up again, homing in, leaving wet trails with my tongue along the insides of her thighs.

When I finally made contact with her pussy, she was wet. But I pulled back, turned her over, and kept away from that little cleft, instead keeping up the soft sweeps across her concave stomach, her prominent hip-bones, and smooth, slender thighs, all the while slipping in a few long strokes of the tongue on that silky skin.

By now, her eyes were closed, and she was cupping and stroking her tiny, sweet titties. I knew that she would be very wet when I finally made contact. And she was. I slowly homed in, tantalizing right at the tops of her thighs and over that sweet mound above her slit, spiraling inwards, teasing the outer lips and tasting the juices already flowing there. I edged ever closer to her darker-pink slit, slowly, slowly teasing, lapping, tracing outlines with my tongue. Finally, I gently probed that delightful pink valley, starting at its rim and pressing only a little deeper with each pass along its length.

My slow progress towards the delicious liquid feast that was spread out before me required every ounce of my patience. For Stacey, it was exquisite torment. My palms held her thighs wide apart as she moaned and squealed and wriggled and pushed to make me go deeper in, more quickly. But I held back, tantalizing, teasing every millimeter of the way. When my tongue finally traced the cleft between her neat, rose-pink inner lips, she let out a sweet, intensely erotic cry.

She moaned and sighed and squealed and gasped a lot more as I traced every soft contour with my tongue, pecked at the soft flesh gently with my lips, even grazed the sensitive surfaces with my teeth. I rimmed and probed her tight little butt-hole, I lapped at the nectar flowing generously from her hot, fragrant vagina. I traced every little crinkle and curve, lapping, sucking, probing deeply, fucking her with my tongue. But I stayed back, away from the one spot that most craved attention. Until I was ready.

When I surprised her with a swift, soft stroke up and under the clitoral hood, her hips bucked so violently that her pubic bone nearly socked me in the mouth. But I held her down with my hands on that silky skin on the insides of her thighs and returned to my feast, lapping, tasting, but always tantalizing. And every few moments, a surprise lick, occasionally a soft suck, on that sweet, sweet rosebud of a clit..

At last, Stacey could take my teasing no longer. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands, forcing her pussy up against my mouth, spreading her thighs wide to maximize the contact between my mouth and her most sensitive areas.

And she screamed. I mean, it was a cry like I've never heard a girl make before -- at least not in bed with me. It was beautiful and scary at the same time. Recognizing it as a sign of extreme release, I kept on -- in fact, Stacey's hands in my hair wouldn't let me do anything else. And that first high-pitched burst of sound was followed by more squeals and cries and moans and gasps and noises that just didn't sound human.

After nearly a minute of clutching at each other, I finally emerged from between her thighs. She was literally sobbing, reaching for each breath. Her body seemed to be trembling from the intensity of her climax. Her face had that post-orgasmic aura that makes all women in that state look more beautiful -- and she was gorgeous to start with.

As for me, my face was covered in her juices. Her orgasm had been so intense that she had gushed all over my chin as I sucked and licked her clitoris. My hair must have looked pretty strange, as she'd sunk her hands into it, trying to force my face harder onto her open pussy. But I was smiling, as I'd just done something pretty special for someone who was pretty special.

I slid up the bed, reaching for a tissue to wipe my face before settling down beside her. Her chest was still heaving with the exertion of her orgasm, and she turned to me and opened her eyes dreamily, like someone just coming down from some glorious drug trip. To me, she had never looked more beautiful. I took her in my arms and she lazily snuggled up against me.

"Uncle Bob", she said at last, dreamily. "That was -- awesome! Truly, truly awesome! I've never come so hard for so long. That was way, way -- awesome!"

Her experience hadn't improved her vocabulary, but what the fuck? She loved what I'd done, and that was cool by me.

We stayed like that while she slowly drifted down from her orgasmic peak. Then she reached down and took hold of my cock, still semi hard from the thrill of eating her sweet pussy, and looked up with one of her naughty little smiles.

"Hey, Uncle Bob. It's, like, so your turn. Where do you want to put this? I think my butthole is still a little sore from last night, but my cooze is nice and juicy, or I can, like, suck you off again."

I was instantly hard. I looked down at the glistening pink skin around her pussy, and knew what I wanted more than anything. She saw where I was looking and her grin widened.

"I know what you want!" she said in a sort of sing-song voice like she was in the school yard. She shuffled back onto the bed, placed her hands on the insides of her knees and opened her slim thighs so wide that they were almost flat on the bed. She lifted her head to have a look at her pussy, gaping wide open, wet and pink. She looked up at me and saw I was looking in the same place.

"Do you like my pussy, Uncle Bob? Would you -- would you like to -- to fuck it, Uncle Bob?" She said the word with a sort of child-like emphasis as if she knew it was a word she shouldn't use but she wanted to be naughty.

Fuck, I wanted to be naughty too. I wanted to stick my dick in that sweet hole and, and... "Stacey, baby, I'd love to."

I reached out for a condom from the bedside.

"Uncle Bob? Could we, like, do it, like -- without -- the condom? Only -- only..."

"Stacey, I can't. If I come inside you I could make you pregnant, and that would ruin everything."

"No, Uncle Bob. Couldn't you just, like, pull out before you shoot your load and give it to me like in the porno movies? I so wanna see you shoot your cum all over me. That would be awesome."

"Stacey, if I do that, I don't think I'll last long enough inside you to make you come."

"That's okay, Uncle Bob. I just came like sooo hard that I don't think I can come again for like - forever. So, like, this is just for you. Is that cool?"

So I was faced with quite a choice: get the feel of a delicious hot, wet, silky, tight pussy around my cock, skin to skin, and run the risk that I'd lose control and come inside her, or -- oh fuck it, it wasn't really a choice at all.

I scuttled across the bed and shimmied between her legs, placing my arms on either side of her. She still held her knees wide apart, and I was mesmerized by that pink wet slit and that inviting little pink, shiny hole. I hovered my dick just inches above it, wanting to savor the moment a little longer.

Stacey looked up at me with a serious expression on her face. "Uncle Bob, I'm like, wide open for you now. Are you gonna stick your dick inside me? I wanna see it go in. I wanna feel it. It feels so awesome when you -- when you fuck me, Uncle Bob. I so wanna feel the skin of your dick opening up my cooze."

How the fuck was I gonna last ten seconds with Stacey talking to me like this? The touch of her wet pussy against my cock as I moved lower was so luscious that I knew that this had to be fast and furious. As the head of my cock pressed into the entrance of her tight little cunt, I closed my eyes and conjured up a picture of Dubya at his most inane. My desperate lust eased back a notch. "Raise the pie higher, put food on your families," Dubya said in my head.

"Fuck me Uncle Bob -- fuck me hard" Stacey said in my ear. "Don't tease, Uncle Bob. Stick that nice, big cock inside me." My lust ramped back up a further notch and a half. Fuck! This was just impossible!

'Okay, okay' I thought. 'Just go for it!'

So I did. I slid my cock into Stacey's slick, wet, juicy, hot, silky, ever-so-tight little teenage cunt as slowly and as gently and as deeply as I could. It was, as Stacey would have said, awesome. She was still almost as tight as the first time I'd fucked her, not thirty-six hours earlier, but her nervousness was gone and she was more relaxed, plus I now had direct contact of skin on wet, silky skin, without the rubber. And she rose up to meet me, pushing her pussy toward me.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she was gasping, "fill me, Uncle Bob, fill me up with cock. Fuck me sooo deep!"

I opened my eyes -- I hadn't dared look at her so far for fear of shooting my load on entry - and she was in that 'sexual rapture' position, head thrown back, eyes half closed, mouth open. I guessed that most of it was from the excitement of the situation and the fact that she was, well, coming down from coming. I couldn't imagine that one thrust of my cock could do all that.

Once again I closed my eyes and called on Dubya. "We're making the right decisions to bring the solution to an end," he gabbled. "A person is just another opinion," he opined. "Our nation must come together to unite," he waffled. And all the while his inane expression was there, behind my eyes, willing me not to lose it, to keep thrusting and -- and keep thrusting.

And sweet fucking Jesus it felt glorious. You see, a tight, virgin cunt or asshole is gonna feel great under any circumstances, especially when you're watching and feeling and hearing its oh-so-pretty little owner wriggling and gasping and moaning as you give and receive pleasure. But felt from the inside of a rubber tube, sex is -- well, a bit rubbery. Skin-on-skin is where it's really at, and this was skin on such amazing skin that it was like losing my virginity all over again. Except that time, I lasted for less than one complete thrust, and fortunately I was wearing a rubber, or else I'd be a mother-fucking daddy instead of a niece-fucking uncle by now.

"Stacey, baby" I gasped, after barely a minute of some of the most divine fucking I've ever felt, "I dunno how long I can last. Your sweet little c... your tight little pussy is making it... really hard... not to come..."

"Oooh, Uncle Bob, it feels so good. I love the feeling of your cock inside my cooze. Oooh it's so big! Oh, fuck me harder...."

"Stacey! Please! If you keep... saying things like that.... I'm gonna come really soon..."

I bent forward and pressed my mouth to hers, hoping that the kiss would be less of a trigger to my oh-so-near orgasm than her words. My eyes closed again, and there was good ol' Dubya. "You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test." Cool -- I could last another few seconds. "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?" I was learning -- learning to control my impulses. Maybe another thirty seconds before I blew my load. "One of the great things about books is sometimes there are some fantastic pictures." I had to avoid the fantastic pictures in my head -- the ones of my cute, sexy niece, her skinny, smooth little body spread-eagled under me, massaging my cock deep inside her juicy, wet, little cunt....

OH FUCK!

I pulled my hips back and up as rapidly as I could. Just in time, my cock swung into position above her belly-button and unleashed a thick stream of off-white goo all over her titties. As my body felt the overwhelming onrush of a huge orgasm, I hollowed my back and the next spurt arced higher, landing on her sweet face, across her lips and her open mouth. Even as the third and fourth spasms shot forth more sticky cum, she raised herself on her elbows, positioning her face to receive the bursts. My God, my cute niece was playing the porn star -- and the performance merited an Oscar!

I think there are few sights more sexy than a pretty face covered with cum. That's why almost every porn shoot has to end with a facial, and why there are so many websites dedicated to that particular image. Only, it's even better when the face is heartbreakingly sweet and pretty, and it's smiling up at you, and it's your cum that's all over it.

"Oh Uncle Bob, that was, like, awesome! You were shooting cum all over me for like, ages, and it's all thick and gooey and like..." she licked her lips "real yummy too! Hey, how do I look? Is it, like, way porno?"

"Stacey, you look beautiful and very, very sexy!"

"Yeah, but like, is it way sexy in a slutty sort of way?"

Fuck. "Stacey, like I said yesterday, when you want to be, you're my slut princess. Is that what you want?"

"Oh yeah, that's so cool! Hey..."

She sat up and turned so she could see her reflection more clearly in the mirror we'd arranged at the bedside last night.

"Way to go, Uncle Bob! I look way porno with cum all over my face and my boobies and leaking out of my mouth and stuff! Hey, next time, can we, like, do it with the video on?"

I was amazed at the transformation in my sweet, previously innocent little darling. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I lay down on her skinny little body and hugged her hard, kissing her hungrily. I got my cum smeared all over my face and body, and some in my mouth, but hey, it's good to share.

"Uncle Bob -- I love you so much. You're so sweet." She said, smiling up at me when at last I broke the kiss.

Hmmm -- sweet? A guy who fucks his niece -- including up the ass -- and covers her delicate, silky skin in thick blobs of cum doesn't sound sweet to me. But hey, I wasn't about to argue with my slut-princess.

Everything seemed pretty good -- amazing, in fact. I'd had a weekend of some of the best sex ever with someone I loved deeply -- even though not previously in that way. We still had a lot of the day ahead of us, and a secret relationship which, if we could keep it a secret, could give us both a lot of pleasure in the future.

I gave her another kiss, then I got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. I looked out of the window, and the world looked really good. There was not a cloud in the sky. The sun was shining, the birds were singing -- even the flowers in my front yard were looking pretty -- thanks to Stacey watering them after I'd forgotten.

And there was a black Porsche 911 with the top down, cruising up the street towards my house. With Dolores at the wheel. Stacey's mom.

There are certain moments in your life when you think, "Oh fuck -- I'm dead." This was definitely one of them. In fewer than two minutes, Dolores would be ringing my door bell. What would she find? Let's see...

Firstly, there's her eighteen-year-old daughter in my bed, naked and covered with cum. My cum.

Then there's my bedroom, littered with discarded clothes, used condoms, a butt-plug, a tube of lube -- y'know, stuff... Oh, and a breakfast tray for two people.

Then there's Stacey's room. Bed un-slept-in, and on the bed a bunch of very unsuitable, very slutty-looking clothes and a bag full of goodies from the sex store.

Downstairs, in the kitchen, last night's dinner things, including an empty wine bottle and a wineglass with slutty-red lipstick marks to show I'd been giving Stacey alcohol, and that she had been inappropriately made-up at the time.

And in the lounge, a hard-core DVD by the TV and a video camera still hooked up, ready to re-show the epic porno of me fucking Dolores' daughter up the ass. Twice.

So I had fewer than two minutes to save my sorry ass. And Stacey's. Fuck!

So, where could I take Dolores when I opened the door for her? Certainly not upstairs. The kitchen was the least bad place, but she could see straight through to the lounge and would spot the camera and DVD box with her lawyer's eagle eyes.

And even if we avoided that, there would be the conversation. "Hi, Robert" she would say. She always called me by my full name. "What have you been doing all morning?" It was nearly eleven.

"Oh, you know, not a lot. Just eating your daughter's pussy, fucking her bareback and spraying her with cum. You know -- the usual." Hmmm.

I'm not really the best guy in a crisis, but for a moment time seemed to stand still, and my mind free-wheeled. Where to take her? Nowhere in the house was suitable. Hey, the pool-deck! If I could get her outside, that would stop her seeing the evidence. And I could pretend we'd been at the pool all morning.