Uncle Karl Ch. 02

His hands clasped my ass, guiding the movement of my hips as I bucked and thrust myself against him. My breath came out hot, hard and ragged. "I need you. Now." I panted. I felt his hands grabbing my dress, pulling it up around my hips. I felt the coldness of the air at my ass and my crotch and knew that now I was exposed, that anyone might see us like this; the thought drove me wild. Uncle Karl's hands caressed my bare rear, his fingers stroking my crack, finding their way to my wet sex and sliding inside from the rear. I shuddered with pleasure as they thrust into me and I let out a long deep gasp.

"You like that?" he breathed. "Does my naughty niece like her uncle's fingers inside her?"

His dirty talk made me shiver, made me even more daring. "Oh God yes," I told him. "I love my uncle's fingers deep inside. And I love his cock inside me even more." I was talking like a girl from a porn film but I didn't care. What had seemed like the worst idea in the world that morning now seemed like the best. That he was my uncle made it even more deliciously sinful, and to say it openly fed into my wanton incestuous lust. Yes, incest was what it was. Fuck, that thought was exciting.

I was already soaking, already more turned on than I had ever been. My hands explored his chest, his belly, his crotch. Quickly, I unzipped him and briefly lifted myself to allow him to wriggle out of his pants and boxers so that they rode down to his knees. Then I was straddling him again. Looking down at him, my eyes locked on his. Beautiful, green, full of lust and plain wickedness. Like mine must surely have been. I slid my wet slit over the length of him, enjoying that sensation, his bare hot man flesh at my entrance.

"You're going to take me inside you, bad girl?" he said to me. "You're going to take your uncle's cock right up inside you?"

I didn't break my gaze for a moment. "Oh yes. You'd like that, Uncle Karl? You'd like to fuck your very own niece?" God we were so wicked, so dirty, so lustful, so alive. I continued humping and sliding myself over his naked unprotected shaft.

His eyes remained fixed on mine and he nodded. "Do it."

I smiled, reached down, and clasped his cock, his big delicious warm length, then guided it to my entrance. With one quick unbroken movement I had lowered myself onto it and it slid up into me. Thick. Rigid. Full. Bare. It made me sigh with pleasure.

He reached up and peeled the straps of my dress from my shoulders, pulling the garment down, exposing my tits. We were wanton and lust-crazed now, not even thinking that we might be seen. His hands grasped my young breasts, teasing my nipples between forefinger and thumb, stroking his palms over them. I held him inside me, just feeling the sensation, loving each second of it. "You like your niece's tits?" I said to him, continuing our sinful dialogue.

"Oh yes," he said, his voice strained from the pleasure of being buried inside me. "I love my niece's fertile young breasts. God I love them."

I giggled and lowered myself so that he could suckle them. Taking them between his lips and tonguing them. I pushed them together for him with both hands, feeding them to him. My own uncle sucking at my teats. I was beyond redemption. I loved it. I came, then, very hard. My body simply shuddered its way to orgasm, and my mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure.

Now I started riding him in earnest. My orgasm had hardly faded and I wanted another. I began to hump him, sliding my cunt up the length of him and down, again and again, taking him in and out, all the way. I felt my breasts swaying as my body moved. Heard the soft wet squelching sounds of our fucking. There was no question of dirty talk now. Both of us were mindlessly mating, an uncle and a niece, but a man and a woman. My eyes were fixed on his and all I saw in them was sheer animal pleasure. I clasped his hands in mine, fingers entwining, and pinned them down on the grass as I rode him. Something in that, having my older, more experienced uncle at my mercy -- even though I knew that he could push me over any second -- excited me even more.

Our eyes were still locked. Thrusting. Grinding. Humping. I felt another orgasm building. "You're going to make your niece come," I managed to tell him.

Immediately his strength took over and he turned... and I found myself on my back on the grass with my legs wrapped around his hips and his cock -- his big delicious lance of flesh -- driving its way into me. Hard.

"Oh fuck," I panted.

"God you're so fucking good," he said, thrusting deep, so very deep. "I love fucking you."

I knew that he was close and so was I. And I knew that I should make him pull out, that this was dangerous, and wrong. But oh God how I wanted it. How I wanted him to empty himself inside me again, to fill me up with his seed. I wanted it more than anything. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him in, not wanting to let him go. His eyes began to glaze and I saw in them an understanding, a common feeling, a deep and true connection. He wanted that too, just as much as me. His head bent forward and we came together, our orgasms erupting in unison, his entire body between my thighs. I felt his cock twitch and I knew, knew that just like yesterday, he was emptying himself into me.

I bit his shoulder, sinking in my teeth to stop myself screaming from pleasure.

*

We lay in silence on the grass, panting, our bodies heaving. He was still buried inside me and my legs were still wrapped around his waist, not wanting to let him go.

His kissed me, slow and tenderly. I kissed him back. Soft and true.

"Why do you have to live in Spain?" I said to him finally, when our kiss had ended.

He kissed the tip of my nose, my forehead. "We'll find a way around that."

I looked into his eyes and knew, then, that this was just the beginning.