Maing My Niece Cry Uncle

As my niece rested from her first foray into cunnilingus, I let my eyes roam over her body. Her blond hair was mussed in a sexy way that made her look even more appealing. She flushed as she saw me looking at her, but she smiled, too.

I couldn't believe what had happened in the past few hours. From seeing my niece in the shower, to having her give me her first blowjob to going down on her, this afternoon was definitely one of the best of my entire life.

My eyes continued their trip down Kristie's amazing body. Her breasts were pressed against me as she lay beside me, one of her pink nipples and small areola were visible. I had one hand around her, but my free hand moved across my body to stroke the side of her breast, my fingertips lightly brushing her hardening nipple.

Her slender waist and the gentle curve of her hip were also mesmerizing. I could see the swell of her buttock since she had one leg wrapped over me. My fingertips again followed my eyes, slipping softly down her side, trailing along her hip bone toward the small of her back, then slipping down to the top of her amazing ass.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She whispered.

She was still smiling at me; her embarrassed eyes had a hard time meeting mine as I looked back to her beautiful face. "More than I could ever explain," I told her.

"Good. You've been so sad since you moved back here."

My hand came back up and molded itself around the swell of her breast. "I have?" I asked. I'd been sad, of course, in the aftermath of my divorce, but thought I'd done a good job of hiding it from my family.

She nodded. "Mom talks about it sometimes. I overheard her tell dad that you needed to find another woman. She was thinking about setting you up."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. I'm sure my sister would never have envisioned that her daughter would be my 'rebound' sex partner. "Speaking of which, are your folks going to wonder where you are?"

Kristie smiled wider, making her face look younger. I'm kind of ashamed to admit that it turned me on even more than I already was. She said, "I told them that I was going to the beach after I finished mowing your yard, then I was going to spend the night with Jenna."

"You planned this?" I was surprised.

"Um, no. But Jenna said that I needed to be prepared, just in case." Kristie blushed again and looked down. Unfortunately for her, I was naked and her downcast eyes were looking right at my erection. She managed to blush even more. "Like I said, she has more experience than I do."

I couldn't help but wonder what the two of them had talked about that made Jenna think that Kristie and I hooking up was even remotely possible. Kristie must have told Jenna more than she had let on, but I wasn't going to pry. I had other things on my mind. For one, the insistent pressure of her breast against the side of my ribcage. First, though, I had to find out something.

"I have condoms in the nightstand. You know, just in case. I mean, if-"

She cut me off with a gentle finger on my lips. "I'm on the pill and I know we're both disease free. I want to feel you come inside me, Uncle Mike."

My breath caught and my dick jumped at that last sentence. My hand started to massage her breast; gently at first, but more urgently as she started to respond. Her free hand made its way down my chest, tickling my left nipple – something that women invariably did, but that I had never enjoyed – before moving down across my stomach to the tip of my cock.

I pulled my mind back to our earlier conversation as my niece started to follow her hand with her mouth, kissing her way down my chest. "What if your folks call Jenna's place?"

"She'll say I'm in the bathroom then call me on my cell phone."

I was out of questions, and wouldn't have been able to talk again, anyway. Kristie wrapped her small fist around my shaft and started to give me a slow, lazy hand job. I'd already masturbated while fantasizing about her, then I'd come in her mouth, so I wasn't worried about my stamina. Her tongue flicked my nipple then she trailed kisses along my ribs to my stomach. My hand came off of her breast as she moved down my body, but I didn't care.

She alternated stroking me a few times with gently fondling my balls. I wrapped one of my hands into her hair, not pulling it, just feeling its thickness and the taut, warm skin at the back of her neck. I laid back on the bed, willing to take my time now that I knew we had all night.

Her kisses traced further down my stomach until her lips were on my dick again. Light kisses from her warm mouth rained over the head and down my shaft. I looked down to see her dainty tongue flicker over my balls before making its way back to the head of my cock. The light touch of her tongue combined with the feel of her fingers on my scrotum was a sensation that soon had me gasping for air. I had almost forgotten to breath.

"Slow down a little, Kristie," I said. My voice was shaky.

"Sorry."

"Oh, don't be sorry, it just feels a little too good."

She smiled and moved back up beside me, but her hand stayed on my cock. She gently squeezed every few seconds as she kissed her way back up to my head. When she kissed my jaw, I turned my head toward her and our lips met. Her eyes stayed open for the first few seconds of our kiss and I could see the slight surprise in them as her full lips parted and our tongues met. Her eyes rolled up and closed as our tongues began an intricate dance, circling and exploring. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the bow of her upper lip then delved once more into her mouth.

My arms were around her and my hands – one between her shoulder blades and the other just at the upper curve of her ass – pulled her body against mine, both of us on our sides now, our bodies crushing together as we continued to kiss. I could feel the blond strip of her pubic hair against my straining cock. I wanted to press her even closer to me as our mouths continued to discover each other. Her hands were on my back, pulling me just as urgently against her. The pressure of her breasts was incredible as she began to move against me.

She broke the kiss after a couple more minutes. We were both breathless as we looked into each other's eyes. I could see my own needful lust reflected in the blue pools of her irises. With my hand on her hip, I guided her to her back. Her hands were on my shoulders, my chest, squeezing my ass, as I managed to pull away from her.

I propped myself up on my elbow and used my free hand to begin gently massaging her thighs. First one, then the other, slowly working my way up toward her pussy. I sat up beside her so that I could get both my hands on her. I could see that her juices were already flowing; or maybe they were still flowing from her earlier orgasm. The lips of her pussy were engorged, looking like the petals of a succulent flower waiting to be smelled, to be tasted.

I lowered my mouth to her once again and let my tongue brush gently around the folds of her sex, trying to copy what she had done earlier, flicking just the tip of my tongue over her. Her scent was intoxicating, and the sweet taste of her pussy was delicious nectar. My hands were in constant motion on her thighs, the backs of her knees, her hips, even roaming briefly up to her breasts.

Her hand wrapped its way into my hair and pulled me away from her pussy. I looked up to her face, perfectly framed between her heaving breasts.

"I want you inside me, Uncle Mike. Please," she begged breathlessly, her words were barely more than a whisper.

I was powerless to deny her when being inside her was what I now wanted more than anything else. I still wasn't going to rush anything, though. I moved slowly, slipping back up so that our bodies were once again touching then sliding across her until I was between her legs. Supporting my weight on my right arm, I put my right hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to mine again.

My left hand moved down her body, grazing briefly across her breast before moving down to her wet pussy. My fingers slid over her clit and I felt her body leap upward. I pressed my middle finger into her, using my palm to press against her clit. Her body continued to move against my hand as I slid my finger in and out of her. She was staring into my eyes as I moved down to position the head of my cock at her opening.

I heard a guttural sound emerge from her mouth as I moved my hand and let my cock touch the lips of her pussy. Taking hold of my shaft, I slowly slipped the head of my cock up and down her slit, moving up to where the head would brush against her clit. After enjoying the moist feel of her warm pussy touching me in the most intimate way, I began slowly inserting the tip of my dick into her.

"Oh, Uncle Mike," she whispered as I began to penetrate her. "Oh, yes."

I paused, still with just the tip inside her. Inside my niece, my mind said – but I found that there was no guilt attached to the thought, only an increased pleasure at the taboo. The muscles in her vagina were in constant motion around the head of my penis, beckoning it deeper. My cock responded with twitching motions of its own.

Kristie's hands were on my back again, pulling me up and toward her, entreating me to bury myself inside her. I let my weight come down on her, moving only slightly more of my shaft into her, and began to kiss my way across her chest from one nipple to the other. Her hips were pushing up and down under me as her body tried to devour more of my cock, but I was not going to be hurried. I wanted to luxuriate in the velvety feeling of her pussy.

I kissed my way down the swell of her breast to her collar bone and across the concavity of her neck. She lifted her head to mine and our lips met again. The urgent need to press her body into mine returned when we started kissing.

Breaking the kiss, I lifted my body away from hers so I could look down to the point where our bodies met. The sight of my cock ready to thrust into her pussy was surreal. I pulled out a fraction of an inch and saw her juices glistening on the shaft of my cock. Kristie's hand slithered down my body then moved to that same junction of our bodies. I watched as she felt the lips of her pussy and the shaft of my cock penetrating her. The feel of her fingers urging me further into her couldn't be denied. She felt and I watched as I unhurriedly slid all the way into her pussy.

We both moaned as my pelvis pushed her hand against her clit. I pulled back enough so that she could move her hand then thrust slowly back into her again. I held myself there, buried all the way into my niece, feeling the waves of warmth surrounding my dick. We kissed again. Our bodies moved together as our mouths met, not necessarily with the steady rhythm of love-making, but with a primal need to feel the flesh of another person.

Her hands were all over me – on my neck, my shoulders, in my hair, squeezing my ass – and her legs wrapped around mine, twin serpents encircling my legs. My right hand, still behind her neck, held our mouths together, my fingers tangling into her hair.

My left hand was free to move over her body. I squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. My dick was still buried inside her, our bodies pressed tightly together, quivering against each other, but my hand moved to the underside of her thigh and pulled her even closer to me.

I could hardly breathe, but drowning had never sounded so appealing. Finally, though, our instincts took over and we broke our kiss so we could catch our breath. Her legs insistently pulled me into a cadence as we began to thrust together. I went slowly at first, slipping almost all the way out of her pussy then slowly back in – lavishly treating myself to the exquisite feel of my niece's pussy.

Her hands were still on me, quietly urging me to move faster, to move more forcefully. Every time I would feel myself starting to lose control or approaching orgasm, I would thrust all the way into Kristie and kiss her again – trying to focus all my attention on the way that our mouths moved together, on the feel of her lips and tongue.

Eventually, I could no longer ignore the insistent thrust of my niece's hips as they moved in time with mine. Our bodies were moving together, creating the beat of a delightful melody that could not be denied, and our thrusting grew more urgent with our forthcoming orgasms.

The warm friction of her pussy began to constrict, her muscles pulsating around my cock as her breathing became sporadic. My niece began to moan as the first wave of her orgasm washed over and through her. I felt the walls of her pussy tighten like a warm glove around my dick.

Kristie let out a series of whimpering moans, her hands now on my ass, insistently coaxing me into the tempo that her body needed to reach the ultimate climax.

"Oh, yes. Oh, Uncle Mike! Yes!"

As she began to cry out my name, her clenching pussy began coaxing my own orgasm from me. My thoughts dissolved into meaninglessness; I felt every fiber in my being focus on the bond that our bodies formed. As my balls tightened in preparation I called out my niece's name. My final thrust into her went deeper than I'd been and I came forcefully into her. My body continued to move, stroking in and out of her as my mind seemed to return to consciousness after a blissful trip to oblivion.

Her hips slowed in time with my own. I slowed to a stop, my softening cock still inside her, our bodies still pressed together. I realized that my eyes were closed, my mouth biting on the soft skin of my niece's shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked to see that I'd left an imprint of my teeth on her. Fortunately, it would be under a shirt and nobody would see it.

I lifted my upper body, taking most of my weight off Kristie. Her eyes were looking at me, her face suffused with happiness as she smiled at me.

She silently mouthed, "Oh, wow." She cleared her throat and was able to say aloud, "Wow."

I nodded. "Yeah. That was-" I didn't know how to even describe what had just transpired. "Yeah," I said again.

I slowly pulled out of her, kissing her stomach before I slid back to her side. I reclined onto my back – my arms were tired – and Kristie rolled onto her side again. She slid an arm over my chest and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and tenderly kissed her.

She lifted her head off my shoulder and gave me a serious look. "Uncle Mike? Was that- I mean..." She trailed off.

I thought I knew what she wanted to hear, and that was the truth about what it was like for me. "It was amazing, Kristina. Utterly and completely amazing."

"It really was," she said. She kissed my shoulder and put her head back onto it.

I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was only five in the afternoon. I felt a little like Scrooge, when he wakes up on Christmas morning and says, "It all happened in one night." I couldn't believe that only five hours had passed since my doorbell had rung. I also couldn't believe that I had this undeniably delectable woman all to myself for the entire night.

My mind began to swim with the possibilities – no, the probabilities – of what we were going to do together for the remainder of the day and night.

"What are you smiling about?" Kristie asked; a giggle in her voice.

"I'm smiling about my favorite niece," I replied. "And thinking about what I want to do with her next."

Kristie smiled up at me. Her face was looking happy, tired, sexy, and lustful all at the same time. "We have all night for you to decide," she said. Then she nibbled delicately on her bottom lip and added, "But I hope it doesn't take you that long."

"Believe me," I said, "it won't."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to thank all the people who have read these stories - especially those of you that took the time to vote and (even more especially) those that took the time to comment or send feedback. Obviously, Mike and Kristie aren't done with their adventure together, but I have other stories that are clammering for my attention. So, I am going to end this story here for now and work on some other projects.

I hope that you will enjoy my forthcoming work, too. Again, thank you all very much for spending your time with my story!