"Wait'll you see these prints!" Ronnie said. The darkroom she'd set up wasn't as convenient as the one she had at home. But the corner of the basement she'd found was plenty good enough. It was light tight, cool and had running water. It took her less than a day to get her equipment set up.
"Why didn't you just send them to the photo shop to get them developed?"
Ronnie gave her sister a look. Even in the dim red glow from the safety light Josie picked it up.
"You know why I couldn't let just anybody develop them."
"Ronnie, you make me sick! I mean, if poor Roslyn knew what you were doing."
"I didn't even tell you about the last batch I snapped off. Oh wow, they're really out of this world."
Josie hugged her thin arms and frowned. "Last batch? You mean day before yesterday? After we got home from the airport?"
"That's the ones." Ronnie put the negative in the enlarger, slipped a piece of print paper under the clips and gave it five seconds. Then she eased the print into the first bath.
"Who would you have been taking pictures of?" Josie went on, "There was no one around. Kendall and Aunt Ronnie were doing yoga and…" Josie bit her lip and swallowed hard. "Were you down there at the guest house again?"
Ronnie giggled. "My Nikon never lies."
"Oh God. To think I have a sister like you!" Josie turned as if to leave.
"Hey, don't open any doors now, damnit. You're stuck here for a little while."
"I don't want to see a single picture you took! I won't look even if you hold one up in front of my face!" Josie was shaking a slender finger at her, her face set in a frown. Ronnie laughed again.
"Oh! Look at this one!" She put it in the stop pan and swished it around with a large pair of tweezers. Ronnie felt her body surge with pleasure as she gazed at the image. Her aunt had just wet the tip of Kendall's cock when the picture had been snapped. Ronnie was happy to see that she'd had her settings right for the shot. The fast color film she'd been using was even better than she'd hoped. It showed the subtle shades of blue of Kendall's glans, the pink of her aunt's tongue. It even reproduced the strain on the young boy's face as he watched Roslyn wet him with her spit.
"Sure you don't want to peek at this?" Ronnie asked again. Josie stood with her back turned.
"You can't believe what our loving aunt has been doing," she teased. As she slipped another negative into the enlarger she heard Josie turn and come back over to the table. The gasp from her sister didn't surprise Ronnie. And she just stood there staring down at that photo too.
"Aunt Roslyn is doing this?" Josie shook her head. "I don't believe it."
"You've got eyes haven't you?" Ronnie was watching the next picture come up in the bath. This one was a clear exposure too, and showed the milky droplets of cum hanging from Roslyn's chin as she tried to wolf down all of her nephew's jizz. The slick stuff shone brightly in the photograph. And the tightness of Kendall's belly was clearly defined too. Roslyn's fingers curled excitedly around the boy's shaft, his balls hanging loose and low. Trembling with excitement, Ronnie hurriedly prepared another print for the bath. She noticed that Josie had shut her bitching up and was examining each picture as it developed.
"Wow, this is when it was actually spurting out," Ronnie exclaimed, wanting to rub a hand down between her thighs. In the photo Kendall's cock had pulled back a little from his aunt's mouth. A white streak seemed suspended in the air above his glans. The look on his face was unforgettable. He looked like he was either in hell or heaven. Maybe a little of both, Ronnie guessed.
"I think I'm a little sick," Josie sighed, looking at the last picture.
"Why?"
"All that… white stuff. I just shudder to think of anybody eating it!"
"It isn't poison, you know," Ronnie said, frowning at her blond sister. "It's probably got all sorts of protein in it. Maybe even some vitamins."
"Yuuuuccch!"
"Didn't you ever eat snot when you were little?"
Josie turned from the table of photos and went to stand by the door again. "Please let me out when you can, I think I need some air." Ronnie finished the photo she had in the bath and covered her printing paper and went to let Josie out.
"What are you going to do with those?" she asked.
Ronnie shrugged. "Nothing special. I just like talking photographs."
Josie looked at her hard. "I think you should burn them." And then she was gone.
Ronnie finished up in the darkroom and took her finished photographs up to her room to dry in their mats. She'd just come downstairs again when the phone rang. It was Uncle Evan asking for his wife. He wanted to take her to lunch.
"Aunt Roslyn went somewhere an hour ago with Kendall," she said, careful to keep her voice from insinuating things. "But I'm not doing anything. Why don't you take me to lunch, Uncle Evan?" Gallantly her uncle agreed. Ronnie hurried upstairs and got into a sleek, silk dress. Josie was moping around downstairs when she started out the door.
"What's wrong with you?" Ronnie asked.
"Those pictures of yours. They're disgusting."
"What were you doing with all that douche stuff in the tub this morning?" Ronnie asked, a wicked tone to her voice. "Was that disgusting too?" Then she padded down the steps and hurried to the bus stop. She had less than half an hour to make it to her uncle's office.
As she got off the bus at the corner of Twelfth and Maple, a whistle made her turn. Just a guy in a phone company truck on his way downtown. But she let him see her profile twice before smiling. He whistled again and disappeared in the traffic.
Ronnie knew she looked good. In this dress, with her eyes and nails done, she looked more sophisticated than her nineteen years. She had a full-blown yet graceful figure and the red silk accentuated every bit of it. She went down the block to her uncle's office. Crossing the street she glanced to see how many eyes were on her. A thrill went through her body when she saw a delivery man elbow his partner to look up from his paper. The men exchanged words concerning her.
Something vulgar no doubt. Ronnie wished she could hear it. Then she saw the gesture and knew that they were discussing the size and shape of her breasts. Or maybe her ass. She went by a glass front and took careful glances at her reflection. Yes, she was really put together! And her olive complexion and dark, fine hair gave her an exotic look. She turned in at Uncle Evan's office and went up to the secretary.
"Is Mr. Henderson in? He's expecting me for lunch." It was plain by the look she got that the girl didn't suspect Ronnie was merely her boss' niece. Ronnie didn't make an effort to change the girl's opinion. It was somewhat of a disappointment when Evan came out and introduced her.
On their way to lunch that disappointment was quickly forgotten.
"You are absolutely stunning today, Ronnie," Evan told her. "If I'd known you'd show up looking like this, I would have asked you in the first place, not Roslyn."
The restaurant was a fancy one and, throughout the lunch, her uncle's looks were not lost on her. Sometimes he openly stared and Ronnie found herself blushing more than once.
"Is something wrong, Uncle Evan?"
"On the contrary, it's very right. You have turned into a beautiful young lady."
"You're sweet to say that."
"It's true. You make me feel like taking the afternoon off. Besides, being seen with you on my arm will be good for my practice."
"Roslyn is just as pretty as I am."
"But she's quite a bit older," he smiled, reaching under the table to pat Ronnie's knee. It was the kind of pat an uncle would give a niece. But under the circumstances, Ronnie felt something else. She finished her drink slowly, thinking about the afternoon. By the time they got in her uncle's Chrysler her heart was pounding.
He was a very good-looking man. His brown hair curled long over his ears and collar, giving him a youthful appearance. And Evan took care of his body too. He had a muscular, almost athletic build. His gray suit looked elegant and people treated him with quiet respect everywhere they went.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, pulling out onto the street.
"Gosh. I don't really know."
"It'll be your decision. The only places I know would probably bore you. I'd like to do things from a more youthful perspective for a change."
"Let's go to the beach!" Ronnie said at last, bouncing in the seat.
"We're not exactly dressed for it," Evan said, laughing easily.
"Then we can get undressed for it." She gave him a curious look. But her words hadn't shocked him. He merely shrugged and kept driving. Ronnie was overjoyed when he pulled the car off on a dirt road which wound down the cliffs to the ocean. They came to a locked gate and Evan got out and fished a key from his pocket.
"You own this place?" Ronnie asked when he got back in.
"It's a secret. Roslyn doesn't even know." He gave her a warm look, a look of a secret shared. "But now you do."
"Cross my heart, won't tell a soul." She squeezed his hand excitedly. Evan didn't let her have it back. He drove slowly down the road and parked by a small cottage. While he went back to lock the gate behind them, Ronnie kicked off her shoes and walked down to the sandy beach. It was warm and the waves did nice things in the light as they came towards her. She heard her uncle behind her and turned. He'd shucked his shoes and rolled up his pant legs.
"What do you use this for?" Ronnie asked.
"Since you know half the secret I guess I can tell you the rest." He rubbed his nose and smiled. Then he fished a silver flask from his jacket pocket, opened the ornate hand-carved lid and offered the flask to Ronnie. She swallowed just a little, expecting something strong and rough. But it was the smoothest Scotch she'd ever tasted. She took a mouthful to quiet her nerves.
"I kept a girl here for a year or so. She was young. Too young perhaps. She was trying to be an artist and all that sort of thing. Didn't even eat meat…" Evan smiled. "Except on occasion."
Ronnie shivered, wondering if he meant what she thought he meant. "You had a mistress then."
"Sure did. But she was forever getting tangled up with other men her own age."
"How old was she?"
"Nineteen." Evan slipped an arm around Ronnie's waist. The suggestion was all too obvious. And Ronnie couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. It was flattering to any woman to have attention from a man. Even if that man was her uncle.
"Would you like to see the beach house?" Ronnie and her uncle headed up the beach. The place was spacious-appearing though not very large. In the closet in the bedroom, Ronnie found a negligee hanging among several of her uncle's shirts.
"Pam never even wore that," he said off-handedly. "I bought it for a surprise but she was gone when I came to bring it." Ronnie held the thing up to her body and twirled. It looked as if it might have cost a hundred dollars. "If it fits you, you may have it," he said at last. "Of course you'd have to try it on first, I suppose."
Ronnie blinked her dark lashes at him. "I suppose." Evan left her alone in the bedroom.
It didn't take her thirty seconds to peel off her dress and slip the lovely creation over her head. Since she never wore panties she was naked underneath. And since the gown was translucent, her dark triangle showed through when the light hit just right.
"It fits perfectly, Uncle Evan," she called through the door.
"Aren't I going to get to see you in it?" he called back.
Ronnie's nipples burned with a sudden rush of excitement. To actually model the thing for Uncle Evan seemed so daring. Especially knowing the history of the gown. Though his mistress had never really worn it, it had been purchased with her in mind. A girl exactly Ronnie's age. The implication was just all too much! Ronnie went over close to the door.
"I don't know, Uncle Evan. I feel funny about it."
I'd be disappointed if I never got to see it on someone, he said. "And you're much prettier than Pam was."
Trembling, Ronnie opened the door and stepped out. The sun was slanting through the big windows that covered one side of the room. She had to walk between them and her uncle. As she walked, she knew that he could see her body clearly through the gauzy silk.
"It's lovely," she told him. But before she could cross to the bedroom again, Evan took her wrist. He made a sound like a lost puppy and before Ronnie knew it he was on his knees, hugging her soft belly against his face.
"Uncle Evan! Ohhh God, please don't!" His mouth burrowed warmly against her navel. She shivered, felt her long fingers curl sharply against the nape of his neck. She could hardly think any more! His breath warmed her flesh. His hands cupped her full, firm ass and then she felt his fingers spread to touch more and more of her. The silken gown was pressed between her cheeks. Uncle Evan was kissing her pubic bone, rubbing his lips against the tautly curled cushion of black hair. A rush of juice made the inner surfaces of her cunt slide together.
"Oh God," her uncle gasped, "I can smell you. You're so lovely, so fantastic!"
"We were just supposed to go to lunch together, Uncle Evan," she moaned. But beneath the thin veneer of her resistance, Ronnie found herself wanting this good-looking man! She could hardly conceal her desire. He lowered her to the thick carpet, his mouth sending shivers up and down her flesh.
"Ohhhh God, we shouldn't do this, Uncle Evan!"
"Yes we should!" He was sliding a hand under the hem of the gown. Ronnie wasn't hypocritical enough to grab his wrist. She writhed with pleasure as his palm warmed her knee and then slid slowly up the inside of her thigh. Evan touched her so gently, moved so slowly. In a few seconds she was panting hard, grinding her teeth together. He let his lips brush her face for the first time. She closed her eyes to escape any more guilty thoughts. His mouth was hot against her neck. She whimpered like a hungry animal. His hand moved another inch up her thigh. She rocked her hips slowly, heart pounding. Then her uncle's mouth found hem and they kissed in an unbelievable burst of sensual fury. At the same moment Evan brushed a fingertip along the closed lips of her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed when he pulled his lips away. He closed his teeth down on her earlobe and nibbled gingerly while his finger began to probe up and down against her furred mound. Ronnie was sure that she'd never really understood this thing between a woman and a man. She'd dated mere children before. And this was a man with his hands on her! She felt glorious! She moved eagerly with his touches.
"Your cunt is so plump and warm," he whispered.
"Ohhhh, Uncle Evan, I feel like I'm floating!"
"You taste wonderful. So young, so sweet!" He continued to kiss her ear while his finger worked teasingly along the slippery crevice that was still closed. Ronnie didn't want to act wanton. She didn't really know how to act. But after Evan had petted her swollen pubes a dozen times or more she was crazy with wanting him to push inside! She began to roll her ass against the rug. She was panting harder than ever. And that was exactly what her uncle seemed to want. He was luring her into a frenzy! She was about to grab his hand herself and force it up inside her bunt. But somehow she kept her tan thighs together.
"I want you to be my mistress," Evan breathed. His tongue teased up along her cheek until they were kissing again. She sucked it between her teeth without a shred of reluctance. Her body was in control now. And her body wanted more touching, more kissing, more…
"Uhhh! Ohhhh God, Uncle Evan, keep touching me! Nhhhhuuuh!"
Ronnie could stand it no longer. When her uncle pushed the gown up around her waist and started, to pet her, feverish around again, she gave a cry that was almost a growl and drew her knees up and apart. As her thighs opened, her outer cunt lips parted with a wet sound as the folds came unstuck. A musky perfume permeated the air. Her uncle growled too and his teasing finger went deep into the squishy heat of her crevice. He felt up along her slit and when she choked on a sob of passion, he began to knead the hot little bulb of her clit until it swelled from its hood.
"Whhuuh… ohhhhh shit!"
"You like my finger?"
"I'm crazy about it!"
"You want me to keep feeling you?"
"Yeeesssss!"
"Inside?"
"Ohhhh God yessss!"
"Hasn't a boy ever finger-fucked you?"
"Not like you're doing, Uncle Evan!" She kissed his neck, bit his chin. Evan moved his finger gently clown her slit until he found the pulsing, taut opening of her cunt. He petted and rubbed the tender edges until she was pumping her hips in the instinctive movements of carnal desire. Then he pushed into her with one easy movement.
Ronnie's back and buttocks came off the floor as she was penetrated by that finger. Evan moved again and it went in to the last knuckle. There was a slurpy sound as he moved it inside her pussy. Her dripping folds closed their velvet surfaces down around him and squeezed. He gasped as he felt the tight, hot embrace of her insides.
"Oh God, baby, you'll be doing that to my cock in just a few seconds."
"Uhhhhh! Ohhhh Uncle Evan!"
"You do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"I want you so bad I'd die for it!"
"You want my cock inside your body, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"You beautiful little bitch! You lovely little wildcat!" The way her uncle had said the word bitch sent a thrill through Ronnie's body. She'd never dreamed that a word like that could excite her. But it had! She wanted to be her uncle's bitch! Ohhh Christ, it was blowing her mind. He knew exactly how to treat her! She was wriggling and moaning on the rug as his finger entered her cunt and pulled back. In and out in a slow dance against her sensitive membranes. She dug her nails against his neck, kissed him furiously.
"Uhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh Jesus, I'm burning up!" She let her palm slide down over his shoulders. "Why you're not even undressed yet!"
"I'll fix that," he said, easing his finger out of her pussy. She strained down against the touch, hating to feel it go. But Evan was undressing now, peeling his shirt and trousers. She gave a little cry when she saw the way his underwear was crammed so full. "I'll let you take these off," he said, smiling at her.
Ronnie was trembling when she put her fingers against the elastic band that ran around his waist. The skivvies fit his body tightly, showing off his muscles. She began to ease them down. His cock hair was brown and thick. She saw the veined base of his shaft next and then the down-curled shape, trapped in his shorts. It bobbed up quickly, surprising her. Her Uncle Evan was circumcised and the added cover of flesh made his big cock look even bigger.
"Ohhh God! It's… so… fantastic-looking!"
"Touch it, Ronnie. Please touch it."
She held the weight of his cock in her palm and then curled her fingers around the foreskin. Underneath the protective layer of flesh she could feel that barbed head throbbing. Ronnie squeezed and heard her uncle groan. Her eyes went wide as she saw the effect she could have on him. She squeezed again and felt the slippery glans slide under the foreskin. Her uncle began to tremble. He was on his knees before her as she sat crosslegged, the gown thrown back to reveal the damp curls of her pussy.
"You lovely bitch," her uncle murmured and the word sent her off again. She licked her lips as she began to ease his foreskin back. She knew that some way that swollen knob inside could be exposed. She'd read enough sex books to know that the glans was the sensitive part that rubbed against a woman's buttery insides until the friction became unbearable. Then a man's seed spurted out; Ronnie knew because she'd had a boy's prick inside her body once. He'd been in a hurry. The rubber sheathing his cock had rubbed against her body in an irritating way. Before she'd really learned what was taking place, her boyfriend had bucked, moaned and filled the rubber with jizz.
Ronnie was easing her uncle's foreskin back. And as she watched, the dark-blue head of his cock emerged from the tight roll of flesh. It glistened in the light from the windows. It looked like some exotic animal with a single blind eye.
"Ronnneeeee!" he gasped, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Am I hurting you?"
"God no!"
"It's so big! It's so hot!" She worked the foreskin back some more. Now the plump lobes on the underside of his tip were in view. Ronnie let a finger slip up across them and felt her uncle squirm suddenly from the light friction. Her finger came away with a slick smear across the knuckle. She knew at once that Uncle Evan was far too tender there for anything but a mouth or a pussy. That was why his foreskin protected the head until time for him to fuck. All these thoughts thrilled her. The juice was beginning to leak from the edges of her pussy to make a dark spot on the rug between her thighs.
"Ohhh! I can see all of it now! It's beautiful!" Evan held her face between his hands and bent down to kiss her. As he kissed her she became more and more excited. And as she became more excited she squeezed his cock. A shudder of pleasure went through her body. Her uncle sensed it and pushed her down on the soft carpet. She had to let go of his cock. He pushed her thighs apart and moved between them. The next thing she felt almost drove Ronnie wild.
"Ohhhhh! Uncle Evan, what are you ohhhhhh!"
His tongue had pushed her inner cunt lips apart and he was starting to suck on the velvet folds in a tender, teasing way. She could feel the hard tip of his tongue riding over the sensitive surfaces. Her hands wanted to grab him and pull him up hard against her. But she was almost afraid to go that far. She knew that once she got started she'd go crazy. Her body tingled and burned. Her nipples pushed out hard and firm. They were dark-brown fingers on her tits and instead of grabbing Evan's head, she used her hands on herself, thumbing her nipples as he ate more deeply of her pussy.
"Nhhhuuuh!" she groaned, rolling her ass on the rug. He petted her cheeks, squeezed the inward curves of her waist. He was appreciating her body! Ronnie knew he was! It was so exciting to be appreciated.
"I want you now!" he whispered, letting his tongue actually slip inside her pussy. She trembled as he fucked her with it. The edges of her cunt were pumped up with blood. She could feel the rough-soft movement and it made her ass go hard against the floor.
"Yhhheeesss!"
"I've got a rubber."
"Ohhh don't use it! I want to feel you inside me!"
"But darling, what if I impregnate you?" He smiled, kissed her belly. "I don't think my wife would approve." Something about the word "impregnate" really got to her. It made her almost wish she could really let it happen. It sounded so sexy, so frighteningly final! She pumped her ass up and down as Evan continued to kiss the outer surfaces of her vulva.
"Couldn't you just… uhhhhh! Couldn't you pull out in time?" She bit her lip. "Ohh! Uhhhh! Nhhhaaahhh!"
Uncle Evan was breathing hard, pulling himself up over her body. As his mouth kissed her belly, then her chest, she wallowed beneath him. His lips caressed a nipple, sucked it in. She squirmed as the sensations went through her. It was bringing more juice pouring from her pussy. His teeth were working then and she gasped and pulled his head hard against the softness. Her breast was flattened out some by the pressure of his caress. Ronnie could feel that thick, hot prick against her thigh. She quivered, knowing that in a few seconds her uncle was going to wedge it into her young, eager body.
Their mouths brushed and she teased him a few times before letting him kiss her. Then he took her hands and made her reach down between their bellies. She grabbed his throbbing shaft firmly and guided the smoldering, glossy tip up her crevice. It fit into the hollow of her cleft with a little pop. Then she was squirming, crying out with wild and babbling fury as Evan began to pump his hips. He moved slowly, letting just the tip expand her muscles.
"I'm opening up around you! Ohhhhhh Goddamn!"
"You're nice and tight and hot," Evan groaned, holding her ass firmly. He wedged his glans inside her and stopped. She could feel her velvet surfaces squeezing him, relaxing. They kissed again, slowly, tantalizingly. Ronnie let her fingers flutter along the hard shaft of his cock until she touched the place where he had penetrated her. Her smallest folds were all bloomed out like a rose.
"Ohhh Uncle Evan… do it to me some more. Please put your cock deeper! Please!"
Evan burrowed his mouth into her neck and as she babbled happily he began to give her short, sharp jabs. She felt her pussy squish as he speared her. Her outer lips clung hotly to Evan's shaft. He felt so hard going in! So hard and hot! Her fingertips traced the spot where his cock disappeared. She could feel it going in inch by beautiful inch. And inside her things were being moved out of the way to make room for him.
"Ohhhhhh darling!" she moaned, nipping at his shoulder. He gave another plunge and she felt his balls thump solidly against her ass. She humped her back down against the rug and that opened her to the final inch.
"All the way!" she gasped, "it's all the way in!"
"Baby, baby!"
They kissed again and Ronnie couldn't keep her plump bottom still any longer. Not that she'd been doing such a good job of that anyhow. She was plunging now, fucking furiously at that rigid, feverish shaft that had penetrated so deeply into her soft cunt.
The touch of her uncle's muscular body pressing her down into the rug was like a dream she'd had. A real man! A man who was enjoying her and digging her youthful femininity. He kissed her hair and her face and his hands searched her soft hollows and bumps. She rubbed her big tits against his hairy chest and groaned and carried on all she wanted. She wasn't the least bit self-conscious about enjoying herself. She could feel that hard prick sliding into her and out of her. It went in easily and came out not so easily. It was that barbed knob that tended to cling to her insides just as those swollen folds caught at it.
"Uhhhh! It's so damn good I don't want it to ever stop!"
"If we don't slow down a little, it'll be over quick," Evan laughed. They stopped screwing for a few moments. But Ronnie could hardly keep her mouth off his, her hands off his body. She began to stroke his asscheeks and then was reaching between them again to feel his balls in their sac.
A tremor of emotion shuddered through Ronnie's body. She had the strongest feeling about what was happening to her. She felt an unmistakable tug at her heart. She knew she was falling hopelessly in love with her own uncle.
"Do you love me, Uncle Evan?"
"Of course I do," he laughed.
"I don't mean like that. Not because I'm your niece." Their bodies were moving again and the words seemed to fade as Evan once again felt her asscheeks with a rough urgency. He kneaded them, pinched them until Ronnie squealed. His cock drove in and out of her body. She could feel her juices dripping down her ass, spotting the rug. She rubbed her pubes upwards against her uncle's hard body. Then he was forcing her thighs even wider. She hooked her heels around his back and fucked with savage exhilaration.
"Nhhuuuhh!"
"Ohhh baby."
"Uncle Evan! Ghhhaaa!"
"Hold on, darling, just hold on to me!"
"Evan! Uncle Evan!"
Her ass bumped against the floor with a steady, frenzied rhythm. Evan's prick was stabbing her deeply. He'd pull it all the way out and then ram it deep again, ram it to the hilt. But there was no pain. She was so slick that it went in like a knife. She dug her nails into his back and bit her tongue.
"I've got to pull out!" he groaned. Ronnie dug her heels into his ass and fucked her ass around in wide wild circles. She could hear what he was saying. But her climax was so close! So very close!
"Gonna come, Uncle Evan! Ohhhh don't stop yet!"
"Have to, darling… have to!"
"Uncle Evaannnnnnn!"
"Baby, baby!" He kissed her mouth. She bit at his tongue as she felt her tickling pussy burst to sudden flame. She was coming! It was a fluttery itch that turned into something else. Something she'd never be able to describe to another living soul! She rolled her hips, rocked them from side to side. Her clit was a raging bulb of sensitivity now. The juice streamed out to coat it with protective lubrication but she rubbed it harder and harder against the hilt of Evan's body.
"Stop, Ronnie! You've got to stop and let me pull out!"
But she dug her heels harder against the crack of his ass. He gave a grunt of frustration and then she felt the shudder go through him. It was something powerful, timeless. It was the beginning of the convulsions that would shoot his white seed into her belly. For an instant she was afraid. But then her fingers had his balls and she knew that it was too late for that.
"Honey… ohhh Ronnie darling!"
Uncle Evan knew it was too late too. He had her pinned to the floor. His muscled body ground her down, drove the air from her lungs. He was trying to impregnate her now! It was that instinctive drive to mate successfully with the female of his choice. And she was so happy that he'd chosen her! She wanted to receive his seed. She wanted all of it spurted deep into her womb. Her legs kicked high in the air as the acute fury of her climax raged through her. She cried out and flopped her head from side to side as she grasped two fingers around the base of his cock. She could feel the thick surges of cream flowing through that little tube. The spurts came every few seconds. Evan was jetting his semen into her pussy, kissing her, loving her. She scissored her thighs even tighter around his body as her silky-soft insides squeezed the jizz from his balls.
"I must be out of my mind," he said, looking at her for the first time since the convulsions had taken them away.
"We really goofed up, didn't we?" she said, looking a bit sheepish. She was a little scared now. But the warm afterglow of their lovemaking was too good to ignore. She wanted to absorb him, drink in those potent juices. It was too damn late anyway. Why worry until there was something to worry about. Evan looked worried.
"When was your period?"
"I don't keep very close track, Uncle Evan." She tried to remember but couldn't for the life of her.
"Damn."
"Oh Uncle Evan, let's not worry about that now. It was so wonderful. I've never felt anything so good." She kissed his nose. "You're the best lover in the world."
He let out a breath, smiled finally. "And you're lovely. I wish you weren't my niece, then I could move you into this place."
The thought of having such a lovely house for her very own made Ronnie tremble.
"Oh, couldn't I use it anyway? Couldn't we pretend? Roslyn wouldn't have to know."
"I guess she wouldn't. You could come over here in the daytime anyway."
Ronnie covered his face with kisses. "Then it's mine? I can use it?"
"Sure." Evan held her hot body against him. Inside she could feel his slick cum beginning to leak from her pussy. She tightened her hole to keep it in. Her uncle's cock shrank a little more. She touched the base of it and was surprised that something so hard and thick could wither so quickly.
"A man isn't good for much after he shoots his stuff, is he?"
"No baby, he isn't. And a woman like you can really get it all."
A thrill of pride went through her. She relaxed as her uncle eased his cock out of her pussy and wiped it off with a clean handkerchief. She used the handkerchief to blot her cunt and then wadded the cloth into a ball to keep. She had to have something to remember this first time by.
"You're sure you can't remember when you had your last period?"
"Maybe a week or two ago, I don't know."
"Oh hell, that's wonderful." He shook his head, then shrugged and turned to pull her naked body against his. "We'll just have to wait and see I guess."
Ronnie didn't want to think of that awful possibility. She just wanted to feel her uncle's warmth against her. And she wanted to think of the next time he would fit his tumid prick into her soft pussy.