Living With Uncle John Ch. 06

Author's Note: This story involves intercourse as well as oral sex. Enjoy!

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Uncle John smiled widely as his niece's warm wet mouth pressed down over his cock... she was underneath the breakfast table, busily trying to earn her food. He moaned, pushing upwards with his hips as her mouth slid further down, reaching under with one hand to hold her in place while he enjoyed her convulsing throat muscles. Brenda gagged a little, trying to breath around the thick meat...

Tears in her eyes she felt slightly ashamed that she was doing this so willingly. Every day she was becoming more and more convinced that it was wrong... and yet when her Uncle gave her orders she found that she couldn't disobey. She wanted to feel good, craved the way he made her feel... even the night before when he'd been inside her bad place... it had felt so good. Her hand drifted down to the wet folds of her open pussy... and then she pulled them away as if the warmth of her tender folds had burned her fingers.

Her Uncle smiled as he watched her under the table, seeing the confusion in her eyes as she longed for sexual pleasure and yet tried to follow her strict upbringing. Reaching his hands under the table, he began to pull on her taut nipples, moving her body back and forth as his cock thrust between her lips and over her tongue. Brenda gagged as it entered her throat, the muscles in that tight channel constricting around his girth and massaging him as he pushed her lips down to meet his groin.

Pulling all the way out, he watched as Brenda gasped for air.

"Come on out here sweetheart," he said, pulling her out from under the table. Brenda looked slightly confused, her Uncle had never allowed her out without depositing his juices into her sweet mouth...

Smiling, Uncle John pulled his confused niece onto his lap, positioning her so that her legs were on either side of him and she was facing him, her young breasts directly in his face. Slowly, he lowered her so that his cock was pressing against her tight hole which he had just deflowered the night before. He grinned as her eyes got big.

"Sit on it," he told her, his hands gripping her breasts as she slowly lowered herself onto his eager dick.

The confusion was back in her eyes, slight pain and discomfort as his wide meat pierced that tight tunnel, and yet the remembered pleasure flitting through her conscience... along with the realization that she was now doing this to herself. Last night it had been all Uncle John, on top of her, thrusting between her unwilling thighs... now she was lowering herself onto him in, her body on top, her decision...

Yet she didn't feel like she could make any other. Here she was, on top of him, and she wanted him inside of her. All of her defenses were being broken down by his slow seduction of her young body... his groin met with hers and she quivered and moaned as she pressed her clit against him. Her uncle began to kiss and suck on her breasts again, kneading the soft flesh in his hands and forcing her to rise back up and then sink down... Over and over again he pushed her body up and down on his lap, feeling her pussy loosening slightly as she became used to the exercise.

Brenda didn't notice when she started lowering and rising on his lap without his assistance, but Uncle John did. He grinned and pinched her nipples as she rubbed against him, her eyes half-closed as she began to moan, sliding up and down his now slick shaft as she began to build toward her own pleasures.

One of his hands slid behind her, pulling her close into him as she began to ride him harder and harder, reaching down to caress her magnificent ass, gripping it as the heart-shaped flesh moved up and down on top of him. Fully gripping one cheek, his fore-finger began to tease her asshole, rubbing against the tight star-shaped hole.

"Ooooo!" Brenda exclaimed, squirming to get away.

"Don't stop," her Uncle John ordered, biting down on her nipple to make her move against him. She half-sobbed at the pain, which caused shivers of pleasure in her pussy, but she was frightened by his finger rubbing against her backdoor. Never in all her life had she imagined that anyone might touch her there.

Realizing that this stimulation might be too much for her young, innocent mind, Uncle John removed his finger and felt her relax on top of him as she began to rock back and forth again. Her head lowered so that it was right next to his ear as she moaned into it, feeling her pussy tighten and release around his dick as she bobbed up and down.

Deciding that he was tired of allowing her to set the pace, Uncle John stood up, his arms wrapped around his niece's waist so as to secure herself to him, and then he laid her back on the kitchen table, her body at just the right height to be ravished. Standing straight and tall he watched as she writhed before him, his hands on her hips, and he could see his wide cock splitting open her tender pussy.

Resting one hand on her mound, he began to manipulate her clit with his thumb, rubbing and nuzzling it as he slammed in and out of her body. Brenda's back arched as her Uncle's thumb seemed to ignite a fire inside of her groin, taking away any remainder of discomfort that she had been feeling and starting her on an ascending spire of pleasure. Her young breasts bobbled back and forth as she began to twist in pleasure, her moans getting higher and higher until she screamed her climax, Uncle John's thumb pressed firmly against her clit as he pumped in and out of her hard.

As she quivered with the intensity of her release, Uncle John pulled her shocked body from the table and forced her to her knees in front of him. He pressed his cock between her lips, her face grimacing at the musky taste of herself on him, and then she felt him pulse against her tongue. One spurt of his cum went straight into her throat, and then he pulled out of her lips and sprayed his niece's face and perky tits with his cum, jerking his cock wildly as spurt after spurt fell onto her body.

Brenda's eyes were wide with pleasure and shock, her lips half open with his white juices across them, it dropped down her hair and cheeks, sliding over the mounds of her breasts. Sighing happily her Uncle looked down at her.

"Why Brenda," he said, "You're all dirty... I think it's time for you to take a shower."

She offered no resistance as he helped her up and began leading her towards the bathroom.