His mouth tugged suddenly on my nipple, I cried out and bucked. This caused his hand to land squarely over the mounds of my cunt. He began to press his fingers into me, feeling the wetness that had been building. He worked into my vagina, one finger, then two, then three. In and out they went, until I was consumed in a passionate fever.
I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I lay there on my bed, naked from the waist up, and Uncle Dillon reached up to kiss me. Not a kiss on the lips, or the cheek. He planted one kiss on each eyelid. I was so surprised. I've never know Uncle Dillon to show affection, or do anything that might be construed as gentle.
With his fingers still working in my vagina, my uncle laid gentle kisses up and down my neck and along my collarbone. His tongue darted out occasionally, leaving wet spots to cool sensually all over. He returned his attention to one of my nipples, making me sob my pleasure. Then, everything stopped. I didn't dare open my eyes.
I felt his weight lifting from the bed, and heard nothing but quiet. I waited and waited, but nothing happened. Worried he'd left me, I opened my eyes and looked around. I found him kneeling on the floor, his head between my legs.
Grinning devilishly he asked, "Want it?"
I nodded eagerly, like a child being offered their favorite ice cream. He used his hands to divide the lips of my pussy, and then he was there, breathing me in. His tongue began to lap at me wildly. I was so wet. The sensations coming from my pussy were amazing, I wanted it to go on forever, but the faster he licked me the closer I came to orgasm.
Suddenly, waves of my orgasm rushed over me, again and again my body tightened and released until I was crying with the joy of it. Dillon reached up to hold me until my sobbing stopped. Grateful, I looked for a way to repay him. Reading my mind, he began to undress.
His cock was swollen, harder than I'd ever seen. I knew he needed release, so I pulled myself out from under him and stood beside the bed. I commanded him to lay down, then settled my self between his legs. He started to laugh, looking at me with affection and anticipation.
I wrapped my lips around his dick, pulling it into my eager mouth, savoring the droplet of pre-cum that had formed on the tip. I took my time wetting his penis with my saliva, and when it was soaked to my satisfaction I withdrew. Taking in a deep breath, I formed my lips into a tight O and began to blow on his cock.
I blew until it was dry, all the while hearing his pants of pleasure, but never looking at him. Once Uncle Dillon's dick was completely dry, I lowered my mouth over it again. I swirled my tongue around the tip, then took his entire length into my mouth and down my throat. His hands grabbed the back of my head, holding me over him with his cock touching my throat. Soon I was gagging, my spit running down all over his balls.
Then he pulled me back by my hair and stared me in the eyes. "I need to fuck you, baby. I need to feel you holding me inside you. Let me in, Sarah."
I just nodded, laid myself out over the bed and spread my legs. He wasted no time, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me to the edge of my bed. My feet were dangling, almost touching the floor, until my uncle lifted my legs and put my feet on his shoulders.
His cock-head was level with my vagina, and for a second he paused, as if thinking over the best way to enter his willing niece. Then suddenly he rammed into me, fast and hard. I felt myself splitting, his cock is so very large, larger than I'm used to, but the pain lasted only moments. Then I was squealing at every thrust, and panting in between.
His thrusts got harder and faster, until he was grunting his release. I felt his cum spewing into me as he pushed in deep on his final thrust. My pussy was throbbing, my mind was racing, hoping for more. But Uncle Dillon was spent. He laid down on the bed and pulled me to him. After awhile he fell asleep, soft snores penetrating the otherwise quite bedroom.
