Writer's note: Enjoy!
A DAUGHTER'S GIFT!
Funny, how quiet it gets when temptation is near. It's like the calm before a storm. No inner voice to break the silence. No voice from above. No voice from below. It's like the universe is holding its breath, waiting to see what you'll do.
Spencer Phillips looked into her eyes. They were green, deep, bottomless. They were pools of pure need.
I want to be fucked, Uncle Spencer.
He was still, unmoving, his cock lodged in the entrance to her sex. "God, Nicole, do you understand what that means? Do you understand that I'm your godfather, your dad's my best friend, you're my daughter's best friend." He shook his head in disbelief.
Why me, God?
"I'm a decent man. I try to be a good man. I work at being a good father. And, I still feel that way even with my cock in you. I can't tell you how hard I've tried to avoid a moment like this with MacKenzie or you."
Now, I'll never be able to look at either of you without thinking of this night.
Her pussy lips clung to him while the muscles of its entrance, the guardians of her sex, chewed on the head of his invading cock. He groaned, "Jesus, Nicole, your little cock gobbler is hungry."
My little cock gobbler?
She laughed. "Uncle Spencer, you have a nasty mouth." Suddenly, her expression shifted, transforming her; she got quiet and pensive. "Uncle Spencer, what exactly is a 'godfather'? I mean, is it different than an uncle?"
Spencer examined her face closely.
What's going through that head of yours? That's an odd question for this moment in life?
"When you call me 'Uncle Spencer', or MacKenzie calls your dad 'Uncle Jack', we're not real uncles. Jack and I aren't brothers. You guys call us that because you were raised like we were all one big family."
"But, to answer your exact question, a godfather is ... let me see, how to explain this. Your mom and dad asked me to be your 'godfather'. A godparent is a person, usually of the same faith, who was at your christening. I accepted a responsibility to care for you, if something happened to your parents. I'd make sure you were taken care of like a father. I'd care for you like a father. I'm your father in 'spirit', but not in blood. Most religions won't let a man marry his goddaughter. Judaism in particular. And, the Catholic Church has always frowned on spiritual fatherhood being physicalized in a daughter's bed."
"So, is what we're doing incest?" she asked.
I understand you are my dad's best friend, and his partner, but are you even more?
Incest? Is that what this is all about?
He frowned a lawyer's frown. "Well, yeah, kinda... but it's not illegal. Definitely a taboo relationship, but not illegal. Because we're not blood kin. Does that make sense?"
Am I just parsing words here? In a way, this really iskinda like incest.... Goddammit! I'm doing it again—thinking too much!
"Enough theory, Nicole!" He slapped her ass gently, just enough to make it jiggle. "We need showers."
Lovingly, he eased her up off the end of his cock and rolled her over beside him. "But first, I want to look at you." He gazed down at her, lying next to him. Sweaty blush, pink sex. Alabaster skin, so pale that he could even see her tiny blue veins running through. Small breasts with fucking huge nipples. She had an exceptionally pronounced mons. He'd never seen a clit like hers. He loved the exaggerated mound of her sex and tenderly cupped it with his hand.
She just lay there for him as he looked at her body. Watched his hand shape itself to her sex; waited as he gently squeezed. She drew a shallow breath as his finger entered her, felt his cock lengthening and stiffening against her hip.
She watched as he laid a leg across hers. Felt his cock move against her. She waited as he looked from her body to her face. It was as if his eyes were devouring her body, absorbing every part of her. Then his eyes settled on hers as he fingered her slowly, rubbing a spot that drove her to the edge of tears with need. Nikki fought not to move her hips. Perhaps, she should have blushed, but she didn't. He looked; and, she boldly looked back.
She watched as he reached up to lightly run his fingers through her hair. Then slipped them behind her head, behind her neck and leaned in.
"You want to kiss me, don't you?" she asked, demurely.
He stopped, slowly nodding his head.
"But, I just sucked you off; I mean, I probably taste weird. Shouldn't I brush my teeth or something?"
Maybe a breath mint. I bet MacKenzie has some in her room.
"Nicole, you'll still taste like you too; and, I'm going to kiss you in any case. I need to kiss you right now. I need to taste your mouth, to see your eyes close from the kiss. I need to feel your nipples get hard from the kiss. To feel your kitty smolder and catch fire from my kiss. I want you to feel like, maybe, this indeed is a kind of incest."
Because, right now, I fucking well do!
She lifted her head up in his hands and put her lips to his. He kissed her softly; then, he pressed a bit more firmly. Eager with need, her lips parted and her tongue slipped greedily into his mouth. Her taste was the liquor of fine madness. A heady brew--intoxicating and primal. Insistently her tongue probed deeper, awakening his darkest desires. And his senses reeled in its magic.
"Jesus, Nicole, did you learn to kiss like that with MacKenzie?"
Feed my fantasies for a year, say Yes!
Nikki nodded as she melted inside, desperately wanting to move her hips against him. Wanting to touch herself; yet, hoping that he'd never stop.
You sure can kiss, Uncle Spencer!
He felt her curl against him. He felt her nipples get firmer and come to broad pouting mounds without true points. He felt her sex, catching fire under his palm. He watched her legs extend, tightening her thighs and pointing her toes.
A genuine toe-curling kiss. Yep, damned good kiss. I've still got it, if I do say so myself.
He tenderly broke the kiss, his lips reluctantly lifting off of hers. He paused inches from her face, watching—always watching. She slowly opened her eyes. She had that dreamy look of unfocused passion. She'd been hotly kissed.
God damn, little girl, if that is what you look like after a kiss, I can't wait to see what you look like after a fucking.
"Let's shower 'goddaughter'." He rose, pulling her gently up from the bed against her protests.
He warmed the water and they stepped in. The shower was quick and to the point. They both knew the main event was not the shower. It was the four-poster bed waiting for them. He led her back to it. There was a lot of history in this bed. Spencer knew it all. Nicole didn't; but, she was about to become a part of the history of the bed. It was a good and happy history. A history full of pleasure and passion. It was a history full of secrets.
Nicole stood within his arms, as he gazed at the bed. "You're going to fuck me in that bed, aren't you?"
'Yes, Olivia Nicole, I am."
Reaching behind herself, her small hand felt for his cock. Suddenly, it was inside her closed fingers. He was big, almost too big to reach around. "You're already hard again from kissing me? You're really big down there."
Are all black men as big as you are?
"Yes, I am."
"I'm really small down there."
"Yes, indeed, you are; but you're big enough to take me. It might be more accurate to say, you'll be big enough to take me, comfortably, when I'm done with you."
"All of you?"
When you're 'done with me'? What does that mean?
"Yeah, all of me. Over and over. You're going to feel my balls, resting against your snug little pussy's lips. It's called 'balls deep'." 'Balls deep' was a hotly-breathed whisper of promise, spoken into her ear. The words made her shiver. Spencer felt the goosebumps form.
Does that scare you?
"Won't it hurt me to take one this big so deep, Uncle Spencer?"
"Oh, it's gonna hurt a little. But, once you get used to it, you'll never be satisfied with a small dick again. You're gonna crave the big meat." He nuzzled the side of her neck,, kissing it tenderly, and whispered, "Maybe even big black meat!"
Something about how he said, 'Maybe even big black meat', gave her goosebumps. Nicole turned inside his arms. Her nipples now against his chest, she teased a small tuft of his chest hair, looking up at him. She tried to decide.
Can I ask?
