Thanksgiving with Family

"So, I take it Rick wasn't enough for you?" my uncle started out, a slight smirk to his tone of voice. "Yeah, I think you need a real man's cock to satisfy you."

I stood on one foot and twisted my other on the floor. My eyes were cast downward as if I was uncertain what to say. My uncle stepped closer to me.

"C'mon, I know you Kelly, you're just a cock-hungry little slut, aren't you. Can't ever get enough, can you?"

I quickly debated how to play this out. What he said was essentially true. Really, how could I deny it? I DID love cock and I never DID seem to get enough of it. Yet, somehow I don't think he was looking for me to be some typical slut. After all, I WAS his niece and even though many men tell me they fantasize about their nieces (even though some of them can be quite young sometimes!), all of them seem to look at them differently than they would just any girl. It's like some protective instinct or maybe a cultural thing, but they all seem to want their niece to be naive and innocent (even when they dream of fucking them).

"Uncle Jim!" I pretended to protest, "How can you say that about your own niece?"

"Oh don't pretend to be so innocent. I mean, it's not like you were playing cards with my son in the bathroom earlier."

That was my cue in our little play. Time for Act 2 - transition from little girl to slut. I moved up close to him until I was right up against him. My hand lowered until it was lightly pushing against his crotch. My pussy gave a twinge as I felt the stiffness of his throbbing cock through his pants.

"Did that turn you on Uncle Jim?" I whispered to him in a husky voice, dripping with sexuality, "Did it make you hard thinking of your son's hard dick in my wet pussy?"

I could tell from this breathing he was getting more and more turned on. His hands grabbed my shoulders and he pulled me into him.

"Fucking right it did," he whispered hoarsely, "Shit, all I could think of today was getting a piece of your little ass."

Well, it wasn't exactly the most romantic compliment but as they say, it's the thought that counts.

"You wanna fuck me Uncle Jim?"

"Hell yes!"

"You want me to suck your dick?"

"Oh you know it!"

"Tell me Uncle Jim, I want you to say it."

"Crap Kelly, you know I want to fuck you dammit. God, I want you to blow me so fucking bad."

"Mmmmmmm, you want me more than Aunt Shari?"

"Screw her, I want to fuck you."

We could have dragged this little play out longer but there WERE other people in the house and so we didn't have all day. As for me, I heard what I wanted. Listening to a man tell me how bad he wants me, especially when it's more than his own wife, is about as erotic a thing that can happen to me. Of course I KNEW he wanted me but it made it so much better when he came out and actually put it into words.

He started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants while I "assumed the position" - kneeling in front of him, waiting for his cock to appear. It only took a few seconds as his pants and boxer shorts dropped to his feet. He wasn't wearing shoes so he just stepped out of them, kicking the pile to the side. He left his socks on which was sort of weird but I wasn't concerned about his feet. No, what had my attention was now at eye level and standing out from his crotch.

Uncle Jim put both hands on the back of my head and pulled me into him. It was clear what he wanted and frankly, I was more than agreeable to it. As I said before, in a situation where my only interest was in getting a cock, it really doesn't matter who it's attached to. I mean, all I typically want is to suck it and be fucked by it, not marry the guy. This was the case now. Uncle Jim definitely wasn't the kind of guy I would date. In fact, Sometimes I couldn't imagine he was really my dad's brother they were so different. But hey, he DID have a decent cock and when I'm as horny as I was now, I wasn't being picky.

His dick was about two inches in front of me and I could smell the rich odor of his crotch. Most of it was just the normal sweat that built up between showers but there was a hint of sexual musk or whatever you called it that came out when a man gets horny. My dad is pretty hairy but my uncle is like a bear, covered in thick black hair and his crotch was a virtual forest of stiff curly pubic hair. His dick emerged from it like the stem of a weed shooting out from a lawn except it was no thin stem that faced me. It wasn't the biggest cock in the world but at this close range it looked plenty big enough. It was pointing straight out from his crotch, the tip of it staring me in the face like some fleshy eye.

No matter how many dicks I suck, like snowflakes it seems no two are the same. I quickly learned as a teen that how a man looks when he is soft is not a sure indicator of what the end result is when he gets erect. Some men are quite large, even when flaccid, but then all that seems to happen when they get an erection is it gets hard without a lot of growth. Then there are the guys who look like wimps when they are soft, their dick barely poking out from their pubic hair. But when they grow, it's like Jack in the Beanstalk and it increase several times over in size. The vast majority of guys are relatively short when soft and then grow modestly to maybe five or six inches and perhaps double in thickness. This is why I hate it when guys send me cock shots but as always they are these huge dicks and frankly, I just haven't found such oddities to be the norm!

Besides the differences in size and the change when they become erect, the other distinction I find is how they stand out from the guy's body. When a guy masturbates for me on his cam, I always ask him to stand up and let his cock hang hands-free. Some of them curve upwards such that they point skyward, like a rocket ready for blast-off. Most stand out at some angle like my Uncle whose dick stuck out like a nasty spear ready to be thrust into me. Surprisingly, some of the biggest ones have the least stiffness. They get hard enough to fuck me but feel more like a thick sausage rather than a stiff pole.

So anyway, all I had to do in the current situation was open my mouth and my uncle took care of the rest. Holding my head still with his hands, he thrust his hips forward, driving his dick into my mouth. I was careful to keep my teeth off of him as at first he just put in the first couple of inches or so. It wasn't really a BJ, it was more like he as fucking my mouth, stroking himself in and out of me. As time went on he kept pushing a little more into my mouth until his pubic hair began to rub up against my lips and cheeks. I had this sudden urge to itch as it tickled me but I was holding onto his legs for support to keep from tipping over backwards He was holding my head but it was more to manage his dick in my mouth than giving me any support for balance.

"God I love seeing my cock in your mouth," he gasped between his thrusts. "You know, you're even better than your mom and THAT'S saying something."

Thankfully my mom didn't hear him say that as although she has never been jealous of me having sex with my dad, she IS pretty protective over her reputation. So far as my mom is concerned, NOBODY gives my dad a BJ as good as hers. She likes to tell me, "I taught you everything you know, but not everything I know." Well, I've had a LOT of experience since my mom first taught me about sucking cock and even my dad has secretly told me that my BJs are the best but he would never dare tell my mom. Privately, I have to admit that it made me feel good to hear my uncle compliment me that way as having seen my mom in action, she IS pretty damn good!

"Mmmmmmm," was all I could get out with a mouthful of cock.

By now I had enough of my mouth being his little fuck toy so I reached up and grabbed the base of his dick and started to give him a real BJ. My mouth had been getting tired from holding it open for him to fuck so it actually felt good to be able to close down on it and grasp it with my lips. I twisted my head around his dick, running my tongue around the head of it in side of my mouth. Rather than just bobbing on his dick like I was at a party trying to get an apple out of a tank of water, I savored his cock, sucking on it like a popsicle and running my tongue around it like it was a melting ice cream cone and I didn't want it to drip on the ground.

"Oh yeah, sweet Jesus you can suck dick!"

I looked up at him and saw he was watching me. Our eyes met and he grinned as I managed to keep his dick in my mouth even with my head turned upward. I keep sucking him, taking my hands off of his shaft and just letting my lips do the work on him. My hands reached around and I held his butt. Unlike Rick, who had a nice firm ass, Uncle Jim's was more flabby and covered with thick hair but he seemed to like it from the way he groaned as I ran my hands over it.

We had been at it for a while now and despite everything I was doing I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if suddenly the door opened and my Aunt Shari made an appearance. God, I could just imagine her reaction to seeing her nice kneeling in front of her husband with his cock deep in her mouth! She would probably just faint dead away but afterwards I have no doubt there would be serious repercussions. No doubt the element of danger was a turn-on for my uncle and even for me it added a bit spice. Even so, the longer we went on the more it went from being naughty to something truly dangerous.

Apparently, he must have been thinking the same thing, or maybe he was just motivated by something more basic, but in any case it was apparently time for the next act. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back from his cock and I let his dick slip from my mouth. It was as hard as ever, staring straight at me.

"Sorry, didn't mean to be so rough much as I love your mouth, I HAVE to fuck you."

I got a bit of a kick out of his so-called apology. Like I was going to argue or complain about getting laid? True, most guys whose dick I sucked didn't get to fuck me (by my choice, not theirs), but I can't remember a time when there was a guy who I truly wanted to fuck me who didn't, given there was the right opportunity. As I once heard said, a man is only as faithful to his wife as his options. Boy, I can second that one!

I stood up and wiped my mouth off when he grabbed me by the waist and steered me backwards to the bed. When I got to the edge he just kept pushing me, causing me to drop backwards onto the pile of coats piled there. I could say one thing, it was quite comfy!

"Show me your tits," he demanded as he fumbled with my jeans.

I wasn't wearing a belt but he was still having a bit of a hassle getting the tops undone. Well, that was his problem so I lifted up my sweatshirt, exposing my bare breasts to him. My nipples were hard, sticking out like bullets. I couldn't help but grimace to myself whenever he called them "tits". To me, they are my boobs. When I am trying to be more formal, then "breasts". If I was goofing around or what not, maybe "the girls" or something like that, but never "tits". I really don't know why it turns me off so badly; just sounds demeaning to me I guess.

In any case, he stared at my boobs as he finally undid my jeans and unzipped them. I held my boobs, one in each hand, as he struggled to pull my jeans off. Yes, they WERE damn tight. If he was having so much trouble getting them OFF, imagine what I went through to get them ON! He persevered, just as I knew he would. After all, there was no way a pair of tight jeans was going to keep my uncle from fucking me.

With my jeans off and my sweatshirt pulled up to my neck, I was left lying nude on the bed with nothing else on but my white anklets. I debated pulling off the sweatshirt altogether but it seemed like a reasonable precaution in case someone came in. Looking back, it was pretty silly of me to even think that way as what difference was a sweatshirt going to make if we were caught fucking? But at the time it made me feel more secure and that's what counted.

I could feel the coats under my ass and I wondered whose winter coat was rubbing against me. In my head I made a mental note to check before this was all over. It would be cool to see them wearing it, knowing my bare ass had been all over it not too long before.

"Damn!" was all my Uncle Jim could get out as he stood there staring at my all but nude body. His dick was practically quivering he wanted to fuck me so bad and I wondered why he didn't just get to it.

"You like my pussy Uncle Jim?" I said in my little girl voice. Guys always seemed to like it when I spoke that way, as if somehow I was ten years old or something.

"God, you have such a sweet cunt!"

"Well, it's waiting for you," I said softly, as if I was a little girl taking it for the first time. My right hand reached down between my legs and I pulled it up as it caressed my pussy on the way. My middle finger ran between my pussy lips, showing him how wet and ready I was for him.

"See, it's all wet and ready."

"Spread your legs apart more."

"You mean... like this?" I asked innocently, widening my legs apart which gave him a complete view of my cute ass and pussy. I don't think calling it cute makes me superficial or whatever. All through my teen years guys have told me that my ass is my best attribute so what the heck, why not call it cute?

"Spread your pussy apart for me," he demanded as he started stroking his cock. Crap, there was no need for him to stroke himself when my pussy was ready and willing to accommodate him! In any case, I did as he asked, using both hands to spread me wide open.

My pussy was practically aching as it waited for his dick. You would never know it had been fucked not long ago by Rick but it was insatiable, always demanding more. Most of the time I like to think I control my pussy, not the other way around. There are those times, though, like now, when my pussy wants it so bad it takes control and I'll do most anything to satisfy it. Case in point - my brief but brilliant career as an escort which was a response to my pussy when I wasn't getting any in college.

Uncle Jim moved up between my legs, not even holding his cock as he prepared to fuck me "no hands". With the way his cock stuck out like an arrow heading for its target, all he had to do was line it up with me and push it in.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I groaned, almost too loudly as his dick spread my pussy part and his cock head pushed its way into me.

At this instant it didn't matter he wasn't that good looking, or that he was overweight, or even that he was covered with body hair. The only thing about him I cared about at this moment was the appendage sticking out from his crotch, or more precisely, that part of him that was now inside of me. Nothing else makes my pussy feel this way, the way it feels when a real dick is forcing its way inside of it. Dildos just don't cut it for me because in the back of my mind, I know that it's just a hard piece of plastic in me. My own fingers feel good, but their MY fingers, not someone's dick. Tongues and whatever else someone may use on me canal be enjoyable, but NOTHING even comes close to comparing the incredible sensations I feel throughout every inch of my body when I feel a real hard cock violating me.

"Yeah, this is what you really wanted, isn't it you nasty slut," he gloated, as he kept pushing himself into me, one bit at a time.

"Oh yes Uncle Jim, fuck me... oh please fuck me," I cried out to him in as low a voice as I could control. If someone had their ear on the door then it would be all over with but the burning at the stake! Frankly, I just didn't give a damn anymore. I wanted to be fucked, to be laid, screwed, drilled, you name it. As long as it meant putting his dick in me, I didn't care what it was called.

"Damn, you really need to talk to your aunt," he teased, still pressing himself ever so slowly into me, "teach her to enjoy my cock like you do."

That almost made me lose it as I fought back a giggle. Oh sure, I could just imagine me teaching my Aunt Shari how to let herself go when her husband fucked her. Instead, I used what he said and twisted it around to suit me.

"You like fucking me more than her, don't you Uncle Jim?"

He had pushed himself all the way in me by now and was on the way out as slowly as he had entered. As horny as I knew he was, it was quite a display of willpower on his part not to just start fucking me hard and cumming.

"Shit, she just lays there," he complained.

"Do you think of me then?"

He was now stroking himself in and out of my pussy fairly quickly as he replied, "Hell yes, that is, when we ever do it."

That was a turn on to me. I could imagine him in bed with my aunt, getting hard thinking of me and then fucking her. She would think he was turned on by her when all the while it was actually my nude body that he was fantasizing about fucking. When he came in her, I bet he was dreaming of his dick in my tight pussy, not in her loose hairy cunt.

He fucked me like that for a few minutes. Actually, with the time limits we had, I didn't really expect anything more than that but he was going for it, one way or another.

"Turn over bitch," he demanded after suddenly pulling out of me.

I knew it was better not to question him once he got in this frame of mind so I flipped over and laid on top of the coats. The soft fur lining of someone's jacket (I think it belonged to my cousin Ginny) pressed against my boobs and the fur felt good against my boobs. I was far enough on the bed that my legs hung out straight and so he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me back towards the edge until my pussy was right on the edge and he was holding up my legs by grabbing them under the thighs.

"Fuck, you have the sweetest ass," he groaned as I felt his cock moving up against my ass. He put the cock head against my asshole and I flinched. Turning my head around my shoulder, I scolded him.

"Now you know better than that, Uncle Jim."

"Oh come on, you'll like it once you get started," he protested.

"NO!" I said, loud enough that anyone in the hall probably would have heard.

"OK, OK, I get the message," he said in a more humble tone.

Figuring things were going to be uncomfortable this way, I rolled to my side and gathered in several coats under my stomach, so that when I rolled back over onto my stomach again, it raised me up and my pussy was more at an angle for him, making it easier for him to fuck me without having to lean over or bend down.

"Good idea," he complimented me and before I could answer, he had slipped himself back into me again. After being stretched out by his first fucking of me, and given how incredibly wet I was, his dick slid into me like it was a greased pig.

"Oh yeah, that's better," I moaned softly, once again feeling the pleasure of having his cock inside of me.

I was actually on my knees and elbows now, the coats pushed under my stomach to help support me. Now that he didn't have to hold my legs up, he used the opportunity to play with my ass, squeezing it and rubbing his hands all over my butt.

"Oh my god, did I tell you what a great ass you have?" he groaned.

Of course he had but it didn't matter, he could tell me a hundred times and I wouldn't mind. Really, what girl in the world would get mad because a guy complimented her ass too many times?

Being on my knees like this, I was able to rock in time with his strokes which helped to drive him deeper into me when he pushed in. On the way out it took a little more dexterity as too much by either of us and he would slip out of me. Even when that happened, it was only a matter of seconds before he had himself back where he belonged.

"God damn it, I'm cumming, turn around," he groaned as he pulled out of me.