He'd woken up abruptly -- completely aroused, his dick harder than carbon steel. What he'd thought was just an awesome dream was not a dream at all. Looking down, there actually WAS a sweet young thing crouched between his thighs. And the lovely angel was feasting on his manhood like a ravenous whore.
He risked a quick look at his wife. She was still sleeping, her back to him just a half a foot away. Evidently, the movement of the mattress when the girl had crawled into bed with them hadn't woken her up. Nor had the throaty murmurs of arousal that thrummed his cock so wondrously. His wife was sleeping the sleep of the dead, he thought.
He relaxed a bit and let himself enjoy the attentions being focused upon his cock. He hadn't had a blow job this good in ages -- the little bitch's mouth was hot and slick, and the flicking of her tongue across the head of his cock was driving him wild.
A groan escaped his lips. Then another. The pleasure washed over him in waves. He reached his hands down and entangled his fingers in her fine, silky hair. He looked down and watched the pink lips slide down his stiff shaft, engulfing him in slippery heat. He could feel the head of his cock being squeezed by her throat muscles for a moment before her mouth slid back upwards. She ran her tongue around and around the sensitive tip.
"Yeah, like that...yeah, suck on the head a little harder...what a good little cocksucker you are..." he rasped.
"Mmm-hhhhmmm..." she murmured, her mouth full.
The bed moved beneath him„,his wife was stirring. He grabbed the girl's head and held her still, his cock halfway in her mouth. He waited, motionless, for almost a full minute, but there was no further movement. She must have gone back to sleep.
Slowly, he pushed the girl's head down until his cock was forced down into her throat. He heard her moan. He released her head and let her continue. In moments, the pleasure became almost unbearable. He needed to fuck. He needed to feel her cunt wrapped around his cock.
He slipped his cock from her mouth and pulled her upwards until the inside of her thighs pressed against the outside of his, then he quickly rolled her toward the middle of the bed. She lay spread out on her back beneath him, and he lowered his lips to suckle the puffy, rosy nipples atop her small, perfectly formed breasts, one after the other. He felt her reach down and grasp his pulsing shaft, guiding it, until the head nestled within her slick folds.
He thrust himself deep inside her, hard. Her heavy-lidded eyes widened and a gasp escaped her parted lips. He couldn't believe how incredibly tight and hot and wet her pussy felt. He began fucking her in earnest, making sure his strokes were deliberate, powerful and deep. The banging of the headboard, the creaking of the bedsprings, the thrill of her moans filled the room.
He groaned loudly as he emptied himself into her and collapsed atop her, breathing heavily.
After a few minutes, he raised himself up onto his elbows and looked at the lovely face beneath him. Their eyes locked. Her lips curved upward in a smile.
"I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here for the school term...it is so sweet of you and Auntie Emily," she said earnestly, her voice breathy.
Auntie, the girl -- Caitlyn -- had said, referring to her aunt. Her Auntie Emily. I am her uncle. Her Uncle John; Emily is my wife. Wife.
John's heart leaped into his throat. His overwhelming lust, his need to drive his cock in and out of that hot little cunt, had driven all thought of his wife completely out of his head. When he thought about it, he realized that the powerful need to penetrate and plunder that young flesh had overcome all else.
Slowly, he turned his head to check on his wife.
Emily had rolled over on her side, and was lying motionless, with her face toward them. She was awake, he saw, and was staring at them, shaking her head slowly, back and forth. as if in slow motion. Her hand was pressed tightly to her lips. Her eyes were wide and glistened wetly, he could see, even though the room was dark save for the moonlight spilling through the windows.
Slowly and silently, so as not to startle her, he raised himself up from his niece.
His cock emerged from the girl's body with an abrupt, wetly slurping plop.
His wife turned away. He cursed inwardly.
"Go get us something to drink," he told his niece. "And give us a few minutes to talk, okay?"
"Okay," she whispered. She slid out of bed and walked (gloriously naked, he thought) out of the bedroom.
He got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. He put a finger beneath her chin and turned her face to his. The movement caused a single tear to spill from her eye and slide down her cheek. It landed, hotly, on his finger.
"Don't cry," he said. "You wanted her here; she's here."
