Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“Fuck,” Austin groans again, his cock throbbing against my fingers. Grabbing me by the wrist, he forces me to let go of his cock and then pulls me up to my feet. Taking one hand to my waist, he then pushes me back and sits me down on the edge of the tub. “I need to taste that pussy. Right now,” he growls and, waiting no time, goes down on one knee. Pushing my yoga pants down, he throws them to the side and allows his gaze to fall on my skimpy black thong, the fabric drenched with my fluids.

Running his hands from my knees to my inner thighs, he then grabs my thong and starts pulling it down. I raise my ass slightly so that he can pull it off me, and then I lift one leg up at a time, the wet fabric sliding down my smooth skin easily.

“Your smell is enough to drive me fucking mad,” Austin whispers, raising my thong and taking it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and then just lets the thong fall to the floor at his feet. “I can’t get enough of that perfect pussy of yours,” he says as he comes for me, parting his lips and wrapping them around my clit softly. I let out a purred moan as I feel the tip of his tongue circling my clit, lightning darting up my spine as waves of pleasure crash against me, a perfect storm of pleasure brewing inside my body.

“You’re so good at it,” I moan as Austin lips fall from my clit and go down the length of my pussy, his tongue running over the space between my wet folds. I run my fingers through his hair and, moaning once more, I pull him against me harshly. My moans grow louder as, without hesitation, Austin presses his mouth violently against my pussy and starts to suck and lick in a frenzy, his tongue and lips working on my wetness with the fury of a man possessed. “So good…” I moan again, my voice growing heavy with pleasure.

Gently, I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he eats me out. He doesn’t even come up for air; he just keeps ravishing me almost too violently, and it doesn’t take long for me to start feeling that old familiar pressure building inside me.

“D-don’t stop, Austin, don’t stop,” I somehow fi

nd the strength to say, every single muscle in my body tensing up like a coiled spring. Before I even know what happened, high voltage electricity runs up my spine and a fireball of ecstasy explodes inside my skull. My eyes roll in their orbits as a moan turns into a scream, my muscles twitching fast and out of control as the first orgasm of the day takes over me.

“Oh God,” I breath out, yanking on Austin’s hair and expecting him to take his mouth off of my pussy. Instead, he just redoubles his efforts and, in a smooth motion, he places two fingers against my pussy and slides them deep inside, his fingertips going straight for my G-spot. Jabbing at my clit with his tongue, he starts to finger me at a frantic pace, and the orgasm raging through me seems to grow in intensity, pleasure making every single cell in my body burn up.

Taking my hands out from his hair, I grab at the edge of the tub as that pressure inside of me grows into something so vicious I’m afraid I might pass out. The orgasm that spreads its wings inside of me has already died down, but I feel another one coming to replace it, its heavy footsteps already echoing in the empty chamber of my mind.

“FUCK!” I scream as ecstasy simply bursts inside me without even a warning shot. It just erupts his way into existence, scorching my nerve endings in the process and crushing whatever rationality still existed inside my head. I grab at the tub so hard that I feel all blood draining from my hands, an all-consuming fire making me feel weak and spent. Ah, the wonders of multiple orgasms! It sure feels good to be a woman.

Finally taking his fingers out of my pussy, Austin stands up in front of me. Offering me a gentle smile, he takes the two fingers he had inside of me to my mouth, and I react on pure instinct; opening my mouth, I allow him to slide his fingers in, the sweet musky taste of my own pussy inundating me at once. Sucking on his fingers as he slides them back out of my mouth, I smile back at him and go up to my feet.

“Fuck me,” I whisper as I press my naked breasts against his chest, my own words making my skin prickle. I can’t believe this is happening ... I just can’t believe I’ve finally found a man to whom I can surrender.

“Are you sure?” he whispers back at me, tucking a stray lock of hair over my head. I reply in silence, softly nodding; his question made me sure of what I’m doing. To know that he cares about what I want, about what I need … that’s enough for me.

That’s all I need.

Without saying anything, Austin just smiles at me and grabs me by the hand. Walking past me, he pulls me after him as he steps inside the tub; he turns the water on and, checking it with the back of his hand, he then takes us both under the stream of warm water, his hands running up the side of my body.

“I never thought I’d be this happy with a woman,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, when his hands fall on my hips, he forces me to turn around and pushes me forward. Reacting by instinct, I place the palm of my hands against the tiles on the wall and, feeling the warm water cascade down my body, I jut my ass back at Austin.

I close my eyes as I feel his thickness pressed between my ass cheeks, his cock pulsing wildly with desire. Swaying my hips from side to side, I rock my body against his and stroke his cock with my ass, the flowing motion of my body dragging my mind into the depths of unconsciousness. Right now I’m not thinking rationally, nor do I want to. I just want to surrender to this moment, to exist without thinking of it.

Slightly rocking back, Austin grabs his cock with one hand and angles it down, its tip brushing along the length of my ass crack. Then, placing his shaft between my thighs, he rests the head of his cock against my drenched folds. I go on tiptoes, looking for the perfect angle, and Austin allows one inch of his cock inside of me.

The moment I feel that piece of him inside of me, it’s as if my mind goes blank. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I just lower myself over his cock and allow all of his inches to slide deep inside my pussy. His thickness strains against my inner walls on the way in, stretching me in such a way that I can’t even think straight. In fact, I can’t even think at all; my brain is too busy trying to process the onslaught of sensations flooding through me, ecstasy taking over my body and shutting down everything else.

“Are you okay, Ash?” Austin asks me, brushing my wet hair over one shoulder and sliding his cock out slowly.

“I’m… much… I’m much more than just okay,” I breath out and, the moment the words leave my mouth, I start slamming my body against his, making his cock slide in and out of my pussy.

“That’s my girl,” he says and, with that, his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my waist. Forcing me to stand still, Austin then takes charge and starts pounding me fiercely, his cock ravaging me in a way that I didn’t think to be possible. My God, I never knew that sex could be this good. Had I known that, I sure as hell wouldn’t be a virgin. On the other hand, though, maybe sex is this good because of the man with whom I’m sharing this moment … I doubt it’d be this good with anyone else.

No, I made the right choice when I decided to wait for the right man to claim my virginity.

“It’s … so good,” I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits each time Austin thrusts, every single muscle in my body as taut as a nocked arrow.

“It’s fucking perfect,” he groans, his thighs slapping my ass cheeks over and over again. “You’re so fucking tight, Ashley… you’re so fucking perfect,” he continues, his words finding their way into my mind like some enchantment. Allowing one hand to wander around my waist, he then allows two of his fingers to fall down and he presses them against my clit; without a moment’s hesitation, he starts rubbing my clit while he fucks me, the rhythm of his fingers and cock in perfect harmony.

Right now, I feel like the luckiest woman on Earth. Most women just give up their virginity to some half-drunk guy on the backseat of a car, and I had the opportunity to wait and do it the right way. I don’t know what I did on some past life, but it sure as hell must’ve been something important—at least important enough for karma to repay me with a man as handsome as Austin.

“You’re so good, Austin,” I moan, throwing my head and allowing the warm water to cascade down my body. “You’re so … so fucking good,” I continue, the words caressing my throat on the way up like honeyed wine.

“No, you’re good,” he says, grabbing my hair and forcing me to keep my head thrown back as he slams his cock into me, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. My inner walls are being pushed back by his thickness with each thrust of his, and I seriously doubt that my pussy will ever be the same after this … and I don’t care, I really don’t. As long as I can have his cock, I don’t care about anything.

The only problem with all this? I think I’ve just became a sex addict. Except, of course, I’ve only became addicted to Austin’s glorious 12 inches. It’s not that surprising, anyway; I think that every woman that ever experienced Austin’s cock has become addicted to it.

“Oh, God, I think that I’m close,” I whisper, my voice so low that I can barely hear my own words. Groaning, Austin doesn’t even offer me a reply; he just lets go of my hair and grabs me by the hips, keeping me in place he slams his cock into me with all of his might.