4 comments/ 65179 views/ 14 favorites Carly By: RachalCaron Carly How could he? That bastard of a boyfriend of mine? Yes, despite living together we both had our freedom. He'd never been unfaithful to me before. Not that I knew of. Neither had I with him. Not with another man, anyway. A woman was different, of course. My boyfriend had no idea I was bisexual. That was, and is, a side I keep to myself. I love men. Love cock. But I love women, too. I'm not one of those who chooses one over the other. Both are wonderful in their own way. There are times when I yearn for cock. And there are times when I yearn for pussy. Okay, I confess – given a choice it's the woman who wins every time. But that's getting away from my story. That bastard of a boyfriend of mine. I threw him out, of course. After all, it's my flat. He could fuck off and find himself someone else. If she was as hot as me, as loyal as me, and could suck his cock as good as I did – well, good luck to him. Then there was revenge. Not on him. Throwing him out was enough. No, I wanted revenge on the bitch he'd cheated with. I knew her well enough. We were friends, though not good friends. In many ways, she reminded me of me. As sexy as hell. And I knew she preferred women as well as men. The beauty was – her husband didn't know me at all. Perfect. Revenge, part one. I met him in a bar. By accident, of course. We just bumped into each other one Friday night. He spilt my drink. Accidentally, of course. Bought me another. After that, he went back to his mates. But he kept looking over. And I kept looking back. I had him hooked. Later, I asked if he'd walk me to my car. It would only take a moment, I said. How prophetic those words were. I fucked him in the car park. He couldn't resist. What man would? They're all the same when you get down to it. He came quickly. 'When I said it wouldn't take a moment, I didn't expect you to cum that quickly,' I told him. It was a nice exclamation mark to end the moment. My car wasn't in the car park, of course. Not that one. I walked away from him leaving him confused, puzzled, and spent. Now for revenge, part two. The next night. A group of us were out together. Girls night out. Including Carly. She flirted throughout the night, of course. Two timing bitch. I couldn't drink, of course. I was on antibiotics for a chest infection. At least, what's what I told her. It meant I could give some of the girls a lift home. Including Carly. And – of course – I made sure she was the last one in the car. She was well intoxicated, of course. Nothing new there. Naturally, she invited me in. And naturally, she flirted. I don't think she expected me to come on as strong. It took her by surprise. But she responded just as strongly. As expected. We were naked when her husband arrived home. She'd told me he'd be back around midnight, but it was a good half an hour later before he made his appearance. That should have been a frustration for me. My plan was simply to let him find Carly and I making out, then leave. Instead, his wife and I enjoyed each other's body for much longer than I expected. That wasn't the frustration I expected. This was my revenge on her. And her husband. What I hadn't expected was that she'd be such a hot bitch and how much I'd enjoy myself. Which brings me to now. Carly had phoned me twice since then, asking to meet. To talk. She had no idea I'd set it up for her husband to find us. Nor did she have any idea I'd fucked him the night before. And if I'd thought my plan would fuck up her marriage, I was wrong. Okay, I'm a vindictive bitch. But she'd screwed my boyfriend – and my relationship with him. Meet for a drink, she'd said. To talk about things. At first, I dismissed it out of hand. I'd done what I'd done. Had my revenge, such as it was. Now, I was looking for a fresh start. The problem was that, after I'd thought about it, I began to feel horny. For her. I remembered the way her body looked. The uninhibited way she'd pleasured me. The way her voice warbled when she came. Suddenly, I realised that I was turned on by the thought of seeing the bitch again. In short, I wanted her. When she phoned me a second time, I made a pretence of saying no again. Then – reluctantly, naturally – gave in. Yes, I'd meet her for a drink. Maybe a quick one. Her voice seemed to drip with lust when she heard me agree. I'll tell you what, she'd said. I'll pick you up at yours. After all, you gave me a lift last time. Shall we say eight o'clock? Jeans and tee-shirt, I told myself. Casual. No bra. At half seven, I was just out of the shower. That's when my bell rang. It couldn't be her. Not half an hour early. We girls didn't do that. Not unless… Was she hoping to catch me before I'd dressed? Make sure I invited her inside? God, but she looked hot. Her wavy red hair framed a face that had that aroused, mischievous, wicked smile I'd seen before. Sorry to be so early, she told me. Is it convenient? That red dress of hers was the business. It clung to her curves. And gave me a perfect eyeful of her cleavage, and the white straps of the black bra that was straining to contain it. I love breasts. I can cum from having mine pleasured. I wondered whether she could? She gave me a hug. Unnecessary, I thought. And inappropriate in the circumstances. But it left me with the aroma of her perfume in my nostrils and the delicious sensation of her tits against my body. Not to mention the way my nips were pushing through my thin, white robe. I offered her a drink while I finished getting ready. White wine. Chardonnay. I thought she'd stay in my small living room while I went to get the drink, but she followed me into the kitchen. She made small talk. But it was the way she stood so close to me that affected me the most. No matter where I moved to, she was there too, that hot body of hers just brushing against mine. I poured a second glass for myself and led her back to the living area. I'll just finish getting ready, I told her. She smiled. What do you think of my dress, she asked, with a sexy little pirouette. I wore it just for you. Fucking hot, I thought, a lump forming in my throat. Nice, I said. And my underwear, she added, putting her drink on my small glass table beside the sofa. I wore that for you, too. Wanna see? Before I could answer, the Whooo...Are...You? dress was on the floor and she stood in her lejaby underwear. He breasts thrust against the black Follement Sage half cup bra. Her ass looked perfect in the matching boy shorts. And the lacy, nude stockings gave her that sizzling, sexy look. I knew then we wouldn't be leaving my flat. I keep thinking of your mouth on my tits, Rachal, she said as her hands unhooked the bra. The wonderfully full breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly before settling on her tanned skin. Sit down. I did, flopping back on the sofa. With three strides, she was in front of me, her hand taking my wine glass and placing it beside hers on the table. One leg swung across me, her right knee resting on the sofa cushions. Her left knee dug into the other side. Her eyes were gleaming. Her nipples were hard. She leant forward, taking her tits to within a couple of inches of my face. Want them, she asked, making me come to her. My hands wrapped around her lower back, pulling her forward. I felt wetness trickle from me at the first touch of my mouth on her tits. I pleasured her right breast first, sucking as much inside and allowing it to slowly escape with a soft pop. Then the left. I must have pleasured her that way for a few minutes. Her growls made me wetter. Then it was her nipples I wanted. Sucking, biting, flicking, nibbling, pulling, licking. My saliva drooled all over them. By now her hands were in my dark hair. They dug in deep, grabbing a handful each and tightening it around her fingers. It was easier for her to manoeuvre my head that way. Easier to control me. And that's what she did. Control me. As if she was worried I might pull away. She shouldn't have had such fears. I was getting off simply by sucking her tits. I'd originally wondered if I could make her cum by pleasuring them. Now I was wondering if I'd cum from doing so. Something was bubbling inside my fanny. At first, her voice was soft, encouraging. That's it baby… Nice, like that… Oh, do that again… Geez, suck harder… Then her voice became as rough as her hands. The fingers in my hair hurt as she dragged my head from tit to tit. Unmercilessly. Painfully. Deliciously. That's it... Be my bitch… Suck those tits… Her back arched as she pressed them into my mouth. Her body began to undulate, humping against my stomach. We must have gone on for half an hour, at least. She was in heaven. So was I. Then her hands were dragging my head back. Her lips crushed mine. Her tongue jammed between my lips. We mouth-fucked for some time, her hands ripping my robe open as she played with my tits. My hands kneaded, mashed and caressed hers. Then she was on the move again, tearing her thong from her tanned body. Half kneeling, half standing, in just those sexy stockings, she looked as wanton a sight as I'd ever seen. Wanna suck my pussy, she snarled. It was a snarl of arousal. Of lust. Then her cunt was jamming itself against my head, forcing it back against the thick cushions. To begin with, she let me do the work. My tongue ran figure eights along her slit. Sucked in her clit. Bathed it in saliva. Every so often, I hardened my tongue and slipped it inside her, tongue-fucking her before returning to the figure eight again. Her scream as she came was incredible. Like a banshee. My hands went to her ass to steady her. My mouth kept sucking, devouring as much of the bitter tang as I could. I adored it, the feeling of the honeyed nectar gliding down my throat. So good… so fucking good… She was right. It briefly occurred to me that I'd never before been as submissive as this. Yes, I'd been a sub. I could also dominate, too. But here, I was willingly servicing the woman who'd fucked my boyfriend. Ended our relationship. And I was loving it. For a second, she was staring down, into my eyes, as her fingers yanked my head back. Her eyes were wild. Hot. Wanting more. With a deliciously exaggerated slowness, she pulled her hips backwards and then pulled them forward to brush them over my mouth again. She did it a second time. Then a third. My tongue poked out, attempting to lick at her. Her movements were too quick. Her hips moved fast. Faster. Then I knew. This time I wasn't going to lick her pussy. She was going to fuck my face. I was pinned back, helpless, against the back of the sofa. Her hips were undulating. Her fanny pushing into me. Not back and forward, but in a circular rotation, smothering my forehead, nose, lips and chin with her free flowing juices. At times I could hardly breath. I could hardly hear. But I was loving it. Like that baby?… like me fucking your face?… like my wet cunt?… Her words took me to orgasm, without any need to touch myself. Her fingers felt like they were close to pulling chunks of my hair out. Her pussy ground itself into my face. Then she was cumming, too. Screaming louder. What the fuck would the neighbours think? After her third orgasm, she backed off. How long had I pleasured her? A couple of hours at least! She pulled me into a kiss. My cum soaked mouth mixing with hers. Our whole bodies heaving. You're one hot fucking woman, Rach, she told me, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. You're turn now. Where's the bedroom? The night was only just beginning… Carly Spring had sprung, bringing with it the kind of weather that just demanded that a person get out and enjoy. Yes, it was time for a good old fashioned Wallace family cook out - the first of the season! These had been a staple of our lives when my brother Roger and I were growing up and we had always loved them so much that we’d insisted on carrying on the tradition even after we’d grown up and started families of our own. Thankfully, our wives had loved the idea too and come to enjoy these special little get-togethers just as much as we did. So, as I sat there at the picnic table in my brother’s back yard that afternoon, I took a moment to consider the happy family that surrounded me. My wife Helen was sitting across from me, looking more beautiful than ever as she cradled our newborn baby boy. I mean, even though she was right in the middle of an animated conversation about diaper changes with the woman beside her, my brother’s wife Louise, Helen was positively glowing. Roger himself meanwhile was cooking up the hamburgers and hot dogs, thoroughly enjoying the big and elaborate gas powered grill he had blown so much cash on last Christmas. Finally, my eldest child, Marcie, and my brother’s youngest, Emily, were occupied with playing some kind of silly game that apparently required them to run all over the yard while squealing and giggling. That only left one more person in that yard, of course - Roger and Louise’s eldest child. Carly. My eyes shifted to the girl who was sitting beside me, so close that I could feel her body heat, my nose twitching as it filled with her scent. At first glance, my niece seemed to be fascinated by the new baby, paying rapt attention to my gushing wife’s story about how many diapers the baby was going through each week, but I knew better. I think I’ve come to know this nineteen year old girl better than her own parents and it seemed so obvious to me that she was more interested in the man sitting beside her than in cooing over the baby. When I saw her steal a sideways look at me - flashing me that secret smile that I had come to love when our eyes met - there was no doubt at all in my mind about what this young lady was plotting. It would be not merely dangerous, but downright foolhardy to try to turn those schemes into reality right now, but Carly had all the impetuousness of youth and wasn’t going to let a little thing like good, common sense keep her from what she wanted. Shooting me a significant look, Carly suddenly announced that she was going back inside for a moment. Her mother only gave her a distracted nod, right in the middle as she now was of a discussion on how best to get out spit up stains. The girl slid off the bench then, making sure to brush against me, and strolled off towards the house. The little minx even made sure to put a little extra wiggle in her backside as she knew that I would be watching. I lingered there at the picnic table for a moment, uncertain, trying hard to convince myself not to do what every fiber in my body absolutely ached to do. It would be the height of stupidity for me to take Carly up on the offer she had just silently made, but when you came right down to it, there was just no resisting her. I stayed put as long as I could, not wanting it to look like I was only going inside because my young niece had, but finally I excused myself by claiming to need to use the bathroom and made a beeline for the house. It was comforting to see that my departure wasn’t drawing any more attention than Carly’s had, let me tell you. I found her in the kitchen. Carly was just standing there, oh, so casually, leaning back against the counter next to the sink and sipping from a juice box. Her eyes rose to meet mine as I came into the room, feigning great surprise that I was there. “Oh, hi, uncle Paul,” she teased in that throaty purr that never failed to set my blood to racing. “What are you doing in here?” I could not help myself and immediately shot a guilty look towards the window. I could see the backyard from here and needed to reassure myself that nobody looked like they were even considering coming back into the house. When I turned back, it was to find a soft, knowing smile on my niece’s lips. I knew full well that the smartest thing in the world that I could do right now was to turn around and rejoin the rest of the family outside, but of course I didn’t do it. Make no mistake, there were plenty of times when I felt just horrible about what was happening between me and this girl. How could I not? But I have to sat that when we were actually together, when Carly was in my arms, when her lips were on mine, when our bodies were united in the most intimate way imaginable, any feelings of guilt or remorse I might be suffering from faded away to nothingness. No, at times like this, there was only ecstacy. I mean, how could I refuse to accept so precious and amazing a gift from my niece? We’d come here for a reason and we needed to do this quickly before anyone started wondering where we’d disappeared to, but I just could not resist pausing to enjoy the sight of her. When it came to Carly, it wasn’t just a cheesy line to say that heaven must be missing an angel. Who ever would have thought that such a young girl could be so naturally beautiful, so well versed in the art of driving a man out of his mind with lust for her? It was fortunate that she was such a practiced master of disguise or her parents would never get another good night of sleep and her friends would certainly never let her get anywhere near their boyfriends. The truth, though, was that she had not been the sweet and innocent young thing she appeared to be since at least her eighteenth birthday, almost one year ago. Naturally, I had always been well aware of what a beautiful girl Carly was, but obviously I would never have actually been brave enough - or is that stupid enough? - to try anything with my own niece. She had no such inhibitions however and, though I’ll never be able to understand what a young hottie like her saw in a middle-aged man like me, she decided to put the moves on me right there at her party! I’ll never forget how shocked I was when she drew me away from the crowd of friends and family who had gathered in this very home for the celebration. She got me into her bedroom, pressed a searing hot kiss to my lips, and then dropped her pants. There was no denying her lustful demands, no resisting the burning needs of my own body and so I bent this delicious child over her own bed and fucked her to within an inch of her life. I still can’t quite understand how we got away with it. I mean, not only was the house absolutely full of people, but who ever heard of a birthday girl disappearing from her own party for about half an hour so that she could be deflowered and then get cleaned up without anyone even noticing?! But, when you came right down to it, none of that mattered right now. I chastised myself for not keeping my attention focused on the here and now, for wasting time that could have been spent in her arms. She was just raising that juice box to take another sip from it when I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. One of my hands caught hold of her wrist, pulling the box away from her lips, guiding the hand that held it over to the sink. It was obvious that she was glad to see I was finally doing something other than look at her and a smirk was just starting to form when I collided with her - the full length of my body pressed against her’s, my lips firmly against her own. The little moan that rose from the back of her throat was echoed by mine, our mouths opening to deepen the kiss. The juice box slipped from her fingers unnoticed, dropping into the sink with a soft thunk. Flooded with memories of what this girl had done to me in days past and eagerly anticipating what lay in store for me today here in my brother’s kitchen, thrilling to the sensation of hardened nipples pressing into my chest, my dick lost no time in coming to attention. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world having my stiff member pinned up between us, but we were both thoroughly enjoying having it there. I was still holding her by the wrist of course, but my other hand now rose to stroke and caress her face as we continued to make out. We could find so little time to be alone together like this that I was reveling in this forbidden moment we’d stolen. It would be so, so easy to utterly lose myself in this young girl. I marveled at the softness of her skin, it’s unique texture, the heat that was radiating off of it. It had been such a trial to keep my hands to myself when we were sitting next to each other outside, but now I was able to indulge myself by stroking her face lovingly, earning myself the sweetest little sighs of pleasure from my lover. I let go of her wrist now, my hand trailing slowly up her arm to her shoulder and raising goose bumps, making her shiver as my mouth finally left her’s and worked it’s way down to her long neck. The long and languid moan that escaped her as I worked was enough to make my cock jerk, anxious to get inside her, but I somehow managed to restrain myself just a little longer. The hand that had gone to her shoulder did not remain there for long, slipping down and moving very obviously down towards one of her pert breasts. I heard an odd noise from her then, a gasp that sounded more like alarm than delight, but before my overheated brain had a chance to process what that mean, she suddenly gave me a shove that sent me stumbling back a few steps from her. It took me a moment to get my feet under me properly and I don’t mind admitting that I briefly thought that I might take a fall. I stood there and leaned heavily against the counter for a moment, flushed and breathless and sporting a very obvious erection. My niece was also red-faced and panting, I saw, with nipples that stood out very obviously under her top. So, what had just happened? She knew full well how hard it was for me to just stop once we’d gotten started, so I had to wonder what was going on. Had she not wanted me to grab that tit? Had she had an uncharacteristic attack of common sense and realized how dangerous it was to fool around with me right here and now? The answer to my obvious but unasked questions would come in just a moment. Starting at the sound of small footsteps, I looked around quickly to see Emily, my other niece hurry into the room. I had allowed myself to get far too involved in making out with Carly to notice, but evidently my young mistress had heard her little sister come into the house and pushed me away at the last minute so we would not be found in a lusty clinch. Even so, I realized to my terror that it must have been pretty obvious what Carly and I had been doing just from the state we were in. As this small girl stopped and stared at me with an odd expression on her face, I just knew that she was figuring it all out and would soon be tearing back outside to tell everyone what had been going on in here. A long, tense silence reigned, but finally Emily spoke up. “Mommy told me to come and get the pickles, uncle Paul.” I just stared at her in confusion. Pickles? What about what I had been doing with her big sister. I answered her statement with what must surely have been my stupidest expression ever, managing to grunt out a, “Huh?” Carly started giggling. “If you’ll please get out of the way, uncle Paul, my sister will be able to get those pickles out of the fridge.” Emily agreed with that, tacking on a solemn nod to her sibling’s statement. I looked at her blankly, then glanced over my shoulder to see that - sure enough - I was standing right in front of the refrigerator. “Um, sure. Sorry.” I got myself out of the little girl’s way and watched as she tugged open the icebox door, got what she had come for, and then pushed the door shut again. “Thanks!” Emily called without looking back, taking off with the jar of pickles securely clutched in both hands. Carly was laughing even harder now that her sister was gone, not even trying to disguise that she was laughing at me. “You should have seen your face!” I was still concerned though, wondering what that little girl might tell the rest of the family about what she had just walked in on. My lover swore that I had nothing to worry about, however. “Trust me, I know my sister and that girl didn’t notice a thing! She’s too little and too stupid to know anything about sex. One time, she almost walked in on me while I was in bed and playing with myself under the covers and thought I was scratching an itch! Seeing how . . . vigorously I was scratching myself, she actually asked me if I’d gotten into some poison ivy or something!” The story made me smile, but I was still cautious - concerned about what that little girl might say to the rest of the family about what she had just seen. Even if she didn’t understand it yet herself, she might well let something slip that would make someone suspicious. I looked to that window again, watching as that little girl carefully negotiated her way back out to the picnic table, all of her attention focused on not dropping that glass jar of pickles. Marcie intercepted her, following along as the other girl walked, wanting her to make her delivery fast so that they could get back to their game. Carly was getting annoyed that my mind wasn’t still on her though and she decided to do something about it. Moving up behind me, she molded her body to mine and wrapped her arms around my middle, kissing and nibbling at my ear. “Stop worrying, uncle Paul,” she purred, her breath hot on my skin. “You’re wasting time that should be spent on me!” Without waiting to see how I would respond to that, she probed downwards with one hand to give the bulge in the front of my jeans a squeeze. She’d had me trembling with excitement from the moment she started attacking my ear, but this new assault made me groan deeply, any stiffness I might have lost down there from Emily’s visit returning with a vengeance. You see what I mean? This girl was way too smart and knew just how to go get what she wanted! That wandering hand did not stop there, however. Instead, she got my belt unfastened in no time at all, then opened up my pants and reached in to fish out her favorite part of my anatomy. The deep groan I let out then was partly from relief that my manhood’s uncomfortable confinement had finally been lifted, but also from the huge jolt of pleasure that tore through me when I felt her hot little hand close around me. She gave my stiff as stone cock a few strokes, purring into my ear, “Come on and fuck me, uncle Paul. Right here and right now!” There was just no refusing a demand like that and so I didn’t even try. I suddenly pulled myself free from her embrace - regretting that she could no longer hold my dick in her hand, but consoling myself with the knowledge that she would soon be holding it somewhere else. Turning away from the window and the scene of innocent family fun being played out in the backyard, I reclaimed my young lover by wrapping my arms around her and crushing her body to mine, my lips once more crashing into her’s. I released her a moment later and this time it was she who staggered unsteadily for a few moments. She might have done so for even longer, but I had grabbed her by then, spun her around so that her back was to me and propelled her forward and up against the counter. She let out a little squeal at being so roughly manhandled and then being so quickly maneuvered into position, but did not raise any objections. Knowing what her naughty old uncle wanted from her, Carly was only too happy to pull her skirt all the way up to her hips to reveal the full moon of her bottom, willingly leaning forward a little over the sink and spreading her legs. As I looked down at the exquisite treasure she had unveiled to me, I cannot imagine why I was so surprised to see that she had not been wearing any panties under there. My pants were no longer caught between our two bodies and so they had slipped down to my knees by the time I had gotten myself into position behind her and steered my erection up to the dripping entrance to her cunt. I would have to thank my brother and sister someday for caring enough about their eldest to put her on birth control when they saw that she was developing into your typical boy crazy teen. It meant that I didn’t have to keep a supply of condoms around for moments like this - a supply that would be hard to explain to my wife. She was well lubricated already from all of the fun we’d been having since we came inside and so I was able to slide right into my niece with the minimum of effort, marveling at how incredible it felt when our bodies were intimately united like this. I’d always assumed it was because our affair was so forbidden, but whatever the cause, I’d always found sex with Carly much more intense and exciting than it ever had been with any of the other women I’d bedded - including my wife. Perhaps that was why she and I could not resist taking advantage of even the smallest opportunities to be together like this. It was an addiction, plain and simple. Holding onto her hips firmly, I started stroking in and out of her, moving slowly at first. I cannot express how much I loved to hear her moan as I serviced her, knowing it was I who was giving her so much pleasure. Increasing the speed and force of my thrusts into her made her much louder and only served to help spur me on. Eventually, she would lift one leg high, resting her knee on the edge of the countertop to make it easier for me to work back here, leaning even farther forward over the sink. I was bent over her, meanwhile, fucking her hard and deep with one hand now griping one of my niece’s firm tits. I was grunting, crying out just as loudly as anything that was coming from the girl’s lips by now and all of the noise seemed to have the same effect on her as it did me. I have to wonder how it was that the rest of the family didn’t hear us at this point - I mean, I am perfectly well aware of just how loud we can be when we really get into it! Now, I know that we were indoors and they were out and that several yards of distance separated us, but what I think really saved us was the racket the smaller kids were kicking up as they played. If not for those screeching children, I’m quite confident that my wife and brother would have been in here in a flash and that would be the end of me. Fortunately, we would not be in so much danger for much longer. Already I could feel the telltale warning signs that I was about to give up a load of cum. Carly must have sensed that my end was near too as she reached down between her legs with one hand to stroke her swollen and super-sensitive clit to make sure that we came together. In the end though, it was the sensation of my cum flooding into her, I think, that was the final straw for her. I slumped onto her in the aftermath, exhausted and happy to just hold her and savor the afterglow of our lovemaking, my softening dick slipping out of her no matter how much I would have liked it to stay in there. It was a quiet and restful moment that was not to be however as Carly was armed with all the energy of youth and wasted no time in pushing me off and sliding out from under her uncle. With a big grin on her face and my seed slowly dribbling down the inside of her thigh, she gave me the once over as I leaned heavily against the counter, breathing hard. She was laughing at me again of course, but we both knew that I could be ready again in reasonably short order if we had time to continue this. Her eyes dipped for just a moment to my manhood, which dangled limply now covered in a slimy mixture of our bodily fluids. I knew what she was thinking because I knew just how much she loved our intermingled taste, but this time I was able to put my foot down and refuse. Carly We had been out of sight for far too long already and just didn’t have time for her to give me a blow job now. We had to rejoin the rest of the family and fast! Carly and I did take the time to retreat to the house’s two bathrooms to do a little deodorizing and cleaning up first though. For obvious reasons, it was vitally important that there be no evidence on either of us that we had just committed incest. It was my niece’s idea that we should use the same bathroom and help each other put things back in order, but I was wise to what would almost certainly happen if we tried that and had to refuse. One of us had to think sensibly and be an adult here or we were going to get into big trouble and, regrettably enough, that would have to be me. What I wouldn’t give to be able to just keep on screwing this sexy little minx . . . Later, sitting next to each other at the picnic bench, surrounded by relatives who would never in their wildest imaginations dream that we were capable of doing any of the things we had just done, we ate our hot dogs and hamburgers and innocently chatted with our family. None of the people around us would ever have guessed that Carly had her hand in my lap. Carly Ch. 02 Carly ch 2 It was a week before I saw Carly again. Unfortunately, it was me who called her. I didn’t want to and tried not to – but we girls know how it can be sometimes. I needed to be fucked and I couldn’t resist her. Come round to mine on Thursday at 8, she’d said. I’ll be alone then. She was. Standing there in just a thin green robe, I could see her naked curves begging for my touch. Her wavy red hair bounced on her shoulders as she turned away from her front door, silently telling me to follow. How could I resist? When she heard the door close behind me, she glanced over her shoulder and shot me that aroused, mischievous, wicked smile I'd come to see in my dreams. I knew you’d phone, she sexily murmured, with a seductive giggle. Can’t resist, can you? The bitch was right. I couldn’t. I followed her down the hallway into her bedroom. As you know, I’d been there before. Carly stepped to one side to allow me to enter and then as she closed the door behind us, she grabbed my arms and pushed me back against it, pinning me against the cold wood. Her hands were suddenly all over me as she started to passionately devour my lips. Want me, my little bitch, she asked as she pulled away. Adrenalin was coursing through my body at the suddenness of it all and then she bit down on my lower lip, drawing blood and then sucking it inside her mouth. My knees almost buckled under me at the thrill of the feel of her electric tongue exploring my mouth and hands dragging up my short tee shirt and stroking in little circles across my exposed skin. Is that good, Rach, she asked in response to my whimper, her hands unfastening my bra and then cupping my naked tits. One leg slid between mine. Fuck, I was already so wet! Then her hands were under my skirt – the teasingly little short skirt I’d deliberately worn. Somehow she was gripping the top and bottom of my thong and I felt it rip – once, twice, as she tugged. Oh God, she was as up for this as I was” Having my thong literally ripped from me sent me into hyperdrive. Want my tongue, she teased, sliding down my body to her knees. Oh, fuck! She smiled wickedly up at me as she pushed my legs wider. I pressed my ass back into the door and moaned aloud. When I felt Carly’s hot breath on my smooth pussy, I had to bite my lip to stifle my loud gasps. The sexy woman knew exactly what I wanted and had no inhibitions in providing it. Two fingers found their way inside me while her tongue went to work on my excited clit. She lapped softly then harder, slower then faster. With each dance of her tongue, and curl of her fingers, I thrust my wet pussy into her face. Using her thumb, she continued to rub my clit. I couldn’t resist. We both knew that. I cried out when she jammed those fingers deep inside me and when I came Carly eagerly sucked my into her awaiting mouth. That’s my little bitch, she said, allowing that thin green robe to float to the floor. Even in the aftershocks of my orgasm, I gasped at the sight of her naked body again. So full, so curvy… My turn, she said, pulling me across to a white wicker chair. She flopped down in it and raised her right leg over an arm. Well?, she grunted. I pulled the rest of my clothes off and then fell to my knees, desperate to please her. Carly ran both hands upwards and pulled her red hair onto the top of her head. Go to work, Rach… I moved myself so that I was sitting between her legs and I begin to lick her clit. It swelled nicely to my touch. I loved that. Sucking it inside my mouth, I began to swirl my tongue around it until her hands dropped to grip my hair. Then I began to lap at her pussy… eating her, licking her, probing her tight sweet cunt with my tongue. Fingers, she told me with a grunt. I slipped one and then a second into her wetness, finger-fucking her while I sucked and nibbled her swollen clit. It stiffened a little more as I went for broke. I needed to hear her scream. I needed to swallow her juices when she spent. My tongue danced over her wetness, probing her labia, my delving into every fold of the now soaking pussy that pushed up into my face. She grunted. Yes, you little bitch! Tightening her grip on my hair, she forced my tongue deeper inside her, grinding her clit against me. I could feel her body quaking as her orgasm began to form. Yes! That’s what I wanted! Carly continued to push back against my face, grinding herself against me. She was panting hard, her fingertips digging into my scalp. That throaty growl signalled her climax and when she came all over my face, my hungry tongue and mouth devoured those wonderfully pearly juices… It took a few moments to recover, and then she was pulling me to the bed. Lay there, baby. I have something for you… I had no idea. How could I? For a few seconds, I closed my eyes while I allowed my heart to slow down. It was beating so hard! Well, I heard. What do you think? Looking up, I almost blacked out. She was wearing a strap on. How? Where? When? Carly crawled across the bed on her hands and knees, one step after another like a slinky cat. Only cats didn’t have dildo’s bouncing obscenely from their groins. One hand went to my right leg and another to my left. Open up… I grunted as I obeyed. I grunted as she rubbed it against me. I grunted as she pressed the tip against my cunt. And I grunted again as she forced it home. Forced? I was so fucking wet it was like a knife slicing through butter. She thrust her hips forward and I almost came again with that one sexy movement. She put her weight on me as she leant down and positioned herself so that she could reach my breasts with her mouth. When she started to squeeze them and flick the nipples with her tongue I could feel the orgasm bubbling. When she swallowed as much of my breast into her mouth as she could, I came. And came hard… That’s it, my little bitch. Her voice was almost like a purr. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down, but it was no good. I could feel the huge black strap-on working in and out of me. Oh God. I see you like that, she teased, easing up onto her knees and placing my legs onto her shoulders. What about this? Carly held onto my thighs and started to thrust in and out, getting faster and faster with every thrust. I came again… My tits were bouncing on my body as she fucked me with an expertise as good as any man. One of her hands cupped my right breast and the other held onto my hips. My body gave itself up to her. I was dizzy! I could hear her pants as she thrust into me as fast as she could. God, this woman could fuck! Leaning down, she adjusted position, linking her arms under mine as she pulled me into a deep kiss. Her pace slowed as her tongue worked in and out of my mouth, every action telling me she was in control. Her hips pulled slowly back and then thrust forward, gently working the strap-on in and out of my wet cunt. This was fucking heaven… Then she was building again, her arms going under me and holding my shoulders as she moved faster. Sweat dripped from her brow onto my body. Then her head dropped so she could suck my tits again. I was whimpering. You like this? she asked. I nodded, feeling tears come into my eyes? Tears of what? Happiness at being dominated? Being fucked in this way? I started to grind my body underneath hers, trying to match Carly’s thrusts. Oh, she smiled. My little bitch DOES like this… She got up on to one knee for extra purchase and drove forward again. Oh yes, you love it baby? she taunted. You like the way my dick fills your juicy little pussy… For some reason, my sexual life flashed in front of me. I thought of Nikki. Who would have imagined what my young friend had started. How masturbating herself all those years ago would inflame my imagination so much that I would allow myself to be fucked in such a way. I thought of Nikki, her mother, Sarah and if I closed my eyes I could imagine each of them doing this to me… Oh God!!! Carly heard my whimpering groans and placed the soles of my feet on her own full breasts, one foot on each. I gently rubbing her tits up and down, feeling her hard nipples on my soles. Her eyes closed and suddenly we were getting each other off – me with the strap on and Carly with my feet! I curled my toes against her nipples and this time she grabbed my foot and brought it to her mouth. Taking my big toe between her lips, she sucked hard. She fucked hard. And I came hard…