We paused to catch our breath.
Slowly, I withdrew and stepped back to look at her. She stood there still gasping for breath, collapsed against the wall, hanging onto the support handles. I leaned forward and gently holding her hips pulled her slightly back towards me so that her belly was just touching the wall, but her hips were clear. Grasping her glutes with my hands I slowly pulled them apart with my thumbs so that the whole length of her crack was open for my inspection. She moved her legs further apart giving me an improved view of her delights. I gazed at the slightly twitching little ring of her anus, remembering how pleasurable it had been entering that virgin hole for the first time. Clare had been trained well enough by now to hold her position until she felt the thick white mess slowly run down her tunnel and drip out of her pussy. A single drop of white cum began to form between the pink lips of her labia. Slowly it increased in size forming a pear drop until gravity overwhelmed its viscosity and it detached, falling to the floor with a very satisfying plopping sound onto the tiles. A second, smaller, followed its brother. Once the main plug had been released the runnier remainder began to form a slow-moving white stream across her lips and down the pale skin of her inner thigh.
She had learned very early on that I loved the sight of her pussy releasing the cum after a good fucking.
Clare was indeed my niece. Just passed her twentieth birthday. She was a somewhat petite but well-formed blonde with elfin facial features and startling blue eyes. Her lips were full, but not trout like, surrounding a good cock sucking sized mouth with beautiful white teeth. She was wearing her ash blonde hair in a short bob at that time. Her breasts were not over large but beautifully firm and round with very prominent nipples. They were particularly prominent during and after being fucked, which was now quite a regular occurrence. Her chest slimmed down to a very elegant waist which in turn opened out again into a set of very pleasing hips. Her buttocks were beautifully formed with a set of well-defined and firm glutes. Her legs were not long but slim with athletic thighs and calves. All in all, a very fuckable young lady, which is precisely why I had spent so much time training and fucking her.
She had been living in my house for several months.
She had started working in one of the nearby office blocks doing office type things. I never did find out exactly what. Anyway, it seemed silly to her parents, my twin brother Paul, and his rather tasty little wife Anne, that she should commute the thirty or so miles each way when I lived within walking distance and had a spare room going free. Paul suggested the idea, but Anne gave me one of those "I know exactly what you are thinking." looks when I agreed. She was right of course. I just smiled sweetly back at her and let my eyes wander slowly across her still rather desirable body. She had been a lot thinner the first time I had fucked her, but the years had been pretty kind to her all the same, despite childbearing. She was certainly still very fuckable. She caught my look, and her expression was easily understandable as was the subtle twitching of her legs when she clenched her thighs. I'd not been in there for a few months, but it seemed pretty likely that those lovely legs of hers would part for me again whenever I wanted them. Might be an idea to pay her a visit one afternoon and slip her some hot meat as a reminder.
I had fucked her regularly after she and Paul were first married and before the kids arrived. Things dropped off a little when Clare was born. I was fairly sure that Clare was not actually my daughter but there was always that possibility. Didn't really matter that much though; she would have the same grandparents.
Anne did make some pointed comment about Clare cramping my style. I just said that I didn't, at that time, have a regular girlfriend and even if I did have someone round occasionally for the evening, Clare could go to her room and put her headphones on. Paul and Clare chuckled but Anne gave me another one of her high-power special withering glares. From what I could remember of Anne's performances, Clare would need to turn the volume up to maximum if her mother was being fucked anywhere nearby.
Clare and I had always got on very well when she was a child, and I had lightly flirted with her as she developed into womanhood in her late teens. Anne scowled and Paul laughed at the antics and mutual teasing. I must admit that my feeling became considerably less avuncular as she grew, and her curves became more noticeable. By the time she started work I was regularly giving her the full body appraisal during my visits to her house. It was actually Anne that was the main focus of my visits at that time but watching the lithe young thing arrive home perked up my spirits no end. Anne obviously noticed but made no comment. She did seem to be more aggressive during our fucking sessions, but that may have been just coincidence.
All was eventually agreed, and I found my bachelor pad had, overnight, become equipped with a rather tasty on tap young blonde. A tasty young blonde who doted on her favourite, if only, uncle no less.
It was thus not long before we became very relaxed together in the evenings over a bottle of good wine after a hard day at work. The lounge was equipped with a rather large leather sofa with soft cushions and a well-padded back. The kind of sofa that gravitated its occupants towards each other, particularly after a couple of glasses. Thus, it was that one Friday evening, after a particularly hard week, we found ourselves well and truly gravitated and leaning on each other while watching some film or other. I wasn't paying that much attention to the film; I was far more interested in looking down to observe the curves of the young lady beside me. She was wearing a fairly short, pleated skirt that showed he legs off really nicely.
The tee-shirt was a little on the tight side, and I noticed that she was not wearing anything under it. An early conversation had suggested that we should both fully relax around the house, and she had no real need to wear a bra or other support garments. A subtle and rather lascivious grin indicated that she understood my meaning. From then on, she walked around moving as nature intended. The bounce to her walk became a little more pronounced allowing nature to get a decided boost. I made sure she noticed that I had noticed but made no direct comment.
I had my arm up along the back of the sofa with Clare increasingly nestling herself into my shoulder. I automatically began to stroke her fine blonde hair. She moaned almost imperceptibly and snuggled a little further into me. My fingers casually made their way down to her neck.
Naughty, naughty fingers.
The tips gently stroked the soft flesh under her ear eliciting slightly deeper moans and the movement of her head back and up to reveal the whole of her throat. I moved my other hand over and began to gently caress said throat. The moans became instantly louder, and it was not many moments before our lips met and our mouths exploded into some serious tongue on tongue action.
I knew she was not a virgin; she had told me so when she moved in, but I was a little surprised at the intensity and skill of her response. Somebody had obviously spent a bit of time on her. I found out later that one of her older boyfriends had taught her a few tricks after he had deflowered her in his student bedsit. Not bad, but still plenty left for me to work on.
It was not long before clothing was removed from a pair of increasingly eager bodies and deposited in an untidy heap on the floor, where it would remain until Monday morning. My hands freely explored her firm flesh, kneading breasts and tweaking nipples until they became hard little lumps between my fingertips. I gently pulled her head round in front of me and then, grasping her shoulders, guided her head down over my belly to my rapidly hardening cock. She needed no further instruction and rapidly undid my jeans and helped me pull them down. I sighed as soft lips slowly engulfed my cock head. I felt an enthusiastic tongue working its way around the edge of my glans. She began sucking and bobbing her head up and down driving my cock ever deeper towards the entrance to her throat. She gagged and stopped, having reached the limit of her capabilities at that time. I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed her down. She gagged and struggled back against me. I released the pressure for a moment allowing her to pull back off before pushing her back down. She gagged again and after a couple more tries, I decided to let her off that first time. There would be plenty of time to educate her fully. She was not bad at all; I'd had better but I'd also had a lot worse. A few sessions should be enough to train her in the finer aspects of sucking cock and to teach her how to open her throat to take the full length.
I recalled that her mother had also needed a little encouragement at first before she could take my whole length. I grew even harder as I thought of fucking Anne again once I had slipped my cock into her daughter.
Rather than let Clare persist with something she was not ready for I pulled her up onto the sofa and dropped between her knees. She gasped as I pushed her legs apart and lowered my head into the soft bush covering her pussy. I prefer bare skin. I made a mental note that I would be returning down there armed with a safety razor and plenty of shaving cream, followed shortly afterwards by a bowl of lovely hot water and waxing strips. Nothing nicer than seeing a razor mowing its way through pubic hair leaving clean clear skin behind it. Much more pleasant for the tongue as well.
Using my nose, I gently bobbed my head up and down between her labia lips. Moans increased as the slit began to moisten; my tongue lapped at the juices now beginning to flow. Gentle sucking at each lip in turn made her cry louder and I began to explore the tender flesh inside with the tip of my tongue. Slowly I worked my way up until I found the little hard lump of her clitoris. She cried loudly and twitched as my lips closed over it and I sucked, drawing the sensitive flesh into my mouth. Now I had her and had no intention of letting go. Long slender fingers worked their way into my hair, the well-manicured nails gently scratching at my skin. My head was pulled firmly into her crotch. Sucking increasingly harder I drew more of her tender flesh into my mouth, my tongue searching along the soft inner lips until I finally found her tight pee hole. The tip worked its way around the rim, pushing a little further in each time.
She screamed and I felt a pair of heels drumming on my back. Her body arched and her hands grabbed my shoulders, fingers squeezing and digging into my flesh. I could only take so much of that before I lifted myself up and slid across her lower body. My hands grasped her forearms and pulled them away from me. The pain in my shoulders stopped at last. Holding her firmly down to the sofa by her shoulders I continued to move up over her until the tip of my cock made contact with the hot gap of her pussy. I paused for a second or two before pushing forward, driving the head deeper into the well moistened hole. She cried again as I entered. I felt the hot flesh part and then grip me as I drove my rod deep into her with one long, slow movement. I paused and withdrew slightly before pushing back in again. I repeated several times before I felt her lips fully against my crotch. Now I was in it was time to get down to some serious fucking.
I withdrew halfway and after a very little pause pushed back in again. I withdrew and plunged again, repeating the action without pause. Clare cried and moaned each time I changed direction. The speed increased and her individual cries melded into one long warbling sound as I plunged in and out of her. Her back arched and I moved my hands under her, grasping the firm flesh of her buttock cheeks to hold her clear of the sofa as I began to pound away at the pliant damp flesh sliding against my rigid cock. Eventually I felt the inevitable tightening in my balls and with a few great thrusts drove my cock and its load deep inside her belly. She screamed as the heat hit her womb. Her cries continued as I gradually slowed my pace, giving fewer short sharp spurts of cum.
Exhausted, I fell on top of my still quivering niece.
Eventually I helped her up and half carried her to the shower where we spent many pleasant minutes soaping and washing each other. After drying we made our way to my king size bed and continued our fucking session, but in a little more restrained fashion. Clare woke the following morning to find an eager cock knocking on her aching pussy door. I decided it was best to ensure that she clearly understood what her place was to be from then on. That Saturday and Sunday we fucked in as many places around the house as we could find. Monday morning arrived with two very tired and aching, but well contented, people.
The one place we didn't use was her old bed. It would be a long time before she slept in that again.
The next visit to her parents' house was certainly interesting. Paul was clueless, as usual, but Anne had most definitely worked out what had been happening. I was treated an evening of daggers flying across the room at me. I just looked my dear sister-in-law firmly in the eye and smiled sweetly. As Clare and I left I gave Anne a quick peck on the cheek and whispered in her ear that I would be round to see her one afternoon very soon.
