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Incest Story 3
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PLEASE SAY UNCLE
My wife's seventeen-year-old niece, Sue, was staying with us this
summer. It was a pleasure to watch her walk around the house and pool,
because she was really built and liked to wear tight-fitting halters on
her 36-C breasts and short shorts that molded to her 35 inch ass. Her
bikini suits were as skimpy as my wife would allow, and I could often
see blond cunt hairs poking out from the legs of her pants. Her
clothes looked as if they were molded to her body, nicely outlining her
tits and cunt.
An illness in out family caused my wife to leave town for a week or
so, but sine I'm in my mid-forties, I had no designs on Sue. We swam,
dined out, and in general had a good time, until one night when there
was a tremendous thunderstorm.
I have always slept nude and continued to do so, even though Sue
and I were alone in the house in different rooms. This particular
night the thunder crashed, and the lightning crackled. While I was
half asleep, I sensed that Sue had come into my bedroom and heard her
ask, "Uncle Dick, can I get into bed with you? I'm scared to death!"
Groggily, I turned and told her to get in. She did, snuggling up
to my bare back with her arms thrown over my bare chest. I could feel
those luscious tits pressing against my back, and she murmured, "You
haven't got any pajamas on, your skin feels so warm and nice." Still
half asleep, I said that I always slept in the nude. With that, I
dropped off to sleep again. But during the next hour or so, I somehow
turned over and my hand cupped one of her full globes. I didn't
realize that it wasn't my wife, especially since Sue had on the same
kind of shortie nighty my wife wears, so when I dropped my hand down to
the bottom of the gown and lifted it, I still didn't realize that the
bare tit I was fondling wasn't my wife's.
I began to get hard and with my free hand I felt for the pussy I
was so familiar with, touching the velvety lips and the hidden clit.
Automatically, the legs opened a little and I could feel the warm slit
become moist and then slippery as my finger worked in and around it.
Still half awake, I took my now hard cock and, sliding it between the
cheeks of her ass, nudged the head into the warm, wet opening of her
cunt, working it around to get the head wet with her juices. Bit by
bit, I worked it into her hole.
Sleepily and slowly, I began to fuck, not noticing that there was
some kind of obstruction at each stroke. Instead, I increased the
pressure each time, until finally I felt my prick bury itself all the
way. All of a sudden, Sue woke up and sat up, crying out, "Oh, that
hurts!" With a start, I came fully awake, realizing that I had eight
inches buried in my little niece's cunt and that the resistance I had
felt was no doubt her maidenhead. Quickly, I pulled my rod out of her
and began to apologize all over the place, trying to make her
understand that I thought I'd been fucking my wife. After listening to
my pleas, Sue turned to me with a wry smile and said, "Well, it's been
done now, and, truthfully, I've wanted to do it to see what it was
like. So, now that I'm already deflowered, would you mind putting that
thing of yours back in all the way so that I know all about it?"
I told her that I couldn't, but she slipped her gown over her head,
reached down, took hold of my still hard prick, and maneuvered herself
around so that her leg was up over my hip. Then she slipped my cock
into the entrance of her open pussy and hunched her hips so I slid
about in inch into and out of her cunt. This was too much for me, and
I rolled on top of her and sank my full length into her eager snatch.
"Oh golly, Uncle Dick," she whispered, "that still hurts, but it feels
so good I don't want you to stop what you're doing."
That tight, virginal cunt was clutching my prick on every stroke,
and I could tell by her quivering body that she was getting close to
cumming. In just a few minutes, she started moaning, "Oh God, I'm
cumming now. Oh boy, oh boy!" With that, I couldn't hold back any
longer and started spurting hot cum into her buttery little pussy.
When my dick quit throbbing, we lay quietly for a couple of minutes,
getting our breath back. Then I pulled free, got up, and went into the
bathroom for a towel. Wiping off her tender slit and my cock, I
couldn't help but notice that our juices were tinted pink with her
blood.
She said, "Oh God, I'm sore. Please kiss it and make it well."
Very gently, I knelt down and kissed her furry blonde patch and then,
with my tongue, licked the pink lips. I wasn't trying to excite her,
but to relax her, but it had the opposite effect. She pulled my face
tight against her, spreading her legs wide so that I could tongue her
cunt and budding clit. Moments later she pulled on my head, dragging
me on top of her again. "I want to watch your cock fucking me," she
said as she rubbed the head of my dick up and down her pussy. I took
her legs and put them over my shoulders, bending her into a curve with
only her shoulders on the bed. I drew back, and with all the strength
I could muster, drove the entire length of my cock into her body. my
balls banging into her ass as our pubic bones met and crushed her clit
between. Looking between our legs, my cock looked like a steel rod,
coated with oil, as it pistoned into her pussy. Her body quivered and
shook with three orgasms before I finally came, shooting my cum deep
into her pussy. Thank God for vasectomies!
My niece finally went home a few days later, and to say that I miss
her is an understatement. I think I taught her quite a bit, though,
and I know she taught me a lot. Maybe she'll come back to visit us
again.
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