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Eat Up Front Enter In The Rear

10/6/2009

It was a one of those weekends when you got to do something
you just don't have your heart in to it. My husband and
I went to visit his great uncle who I had never met and was
told he was the black sheep and a bit of a lone wolf of the family.
His wife had died about a year before I married my husband
and the old guy did not come to the wedding. He lived about
50 miles outside of Cleveland Tenn. This was the sticks
and he was far away from anyone are any place. It took us 4
hours to drive from the Atlanta airport and it was getting
dark when we made it up the hill to his little cottage. It
was nice; the house was cozy and well decorated. That night
it was just dinner at the house with my husband and his old
uncle. A fine dinner, a bottle (or three) of fine wine, and
a blazing fire had all worked together to make a wonderful
setting.


For two days Tim and his uncle visited and I did a lot of sleeping
in and reading one of my trash books. They went fishing in
the near by river and I did some walking in the woods. I was
relaxed and enjoying the doing nothing time I had on my hands.
Each night the old guy would tell us stories of when he was
young and in his prime as he called it. The more wine he drank
the better the stories got and the more he checked me out.
The second night Tim had just enough wine at dinner and after
to make him horny as a goat. The boy wanted some and his little
pecker was standing tall looking for love. I has left the
nightstand light on and had my super cock shoot his little
load doing me dog style. That is super cock as in almost 5
inches on a good night.


I wanted my orgasm first and my little Timmy knew what he
had to do if he wanted some pussy. I had gone to our bedroom
first and was getting undressed when Tim came in. Tim was
gently panting. His right hand trembled when he reached
for his belt buckle. He unbuckled, then pulled on his zipper.
His hands went to his sides, and then he pushed his pants
and underwear down. His hard little cock popped free. With
his pants around his ankles, he kneeled before be, circled
his arms around my hips and rested his head on my lower stomach.



I gently pushed his head to my public mound. I reached to
untie my robe, but Timmy moved my hands away and did it for
me. He then lowered my panties and licked the top of my pussy.
I was getting very wet very fast. I needed more contact.
I moved away and directed him to our bed by grabbing his little
PP. I laid him on the bed, leaving his pants around his ankles
and his shirt on. I straddled his face. With my wet pussy
only inches from his face I heard something outside our
window and I glanced to see his uncle peeking in at us. So
the old fart wants to get his load off by watching, I'll
give him a show.


"Tim you want some of Marca's pussy baby?"



Before he could answer I pushed my pussy onto his waiting
mouth. I came within seconds, wetting Timmy's face.
But I wanted more. I continued to ride Timmy's face.
Over the years I realized that this was and would become
my usual sexual position with Timmy, with me in the dominant
position, riding Timmy's face, him twitching beneath
me, his penis totally ignored by me. The second time I came,
I really soaked Timmy's face, ears and hair. He was
such a mess I just had to laugh. But I wanted the show to keep
going, so his uncle could see what a hot pussy Tim had as a
wife. With Timmy in this condition and I still sitting on
his chest and giggling at the sight of his cum soaked head,
I turned around and put my ass over his face and told him lick
it baby. I took his right hand and placed it on his little
cock and gave it a slight tug, he knew to jerk it. Watching
my husband with his face soaked in my juices was just too
much. I scooted my pussy and ass up and down his mouth and
ran my hands and fingers over my rock hard nipples. Knowing
the old uncle was just a few feet away watching me do my thing.



I am was so hot I just had to have him eat my pussy some more.
He gets so excited. God I hope his uncle had a good view and
could see us. Tim couldn't get enough of eating my pussy
and his cock was twitching like crazy. By his nature Tim
is not an arrogant or dominant person. He is, however, very
self-assured and relaxed. I was his woman; our relationship
had changed over the six years we have been married. There
is no going back. Timmy is my little cock wimp husband; Timmy
is my obedient husband. He sometimes lick's my sore
cum filled pussy, having sloppy seconds not knowing what
I had done before he gets home and to my surprise he has come
around to doing himself at my request, masturbating for
me as he was doing at that moment for his own relief. When
I did let Tim fuck me it was, shall we say comfortable, but
never exciting the way it was with my big cock lovers I had.



The phone call from Tim's office he got on Sunday afternoon
told me our little visit was about to come to a quick end.
When Tim told his Uncle Bob that we had to go back that afternoon
you could see the old guy was hurt. His world was just his
pictures and memories of his late wife and the old black
and white TV.


"Tim can't Marca stay a few days, she don't
have to work?"


Tim looked at me and told his uncle that it would be hard for
me to stay I would not have a way to get to the airport since
he had the rent car. Uncle Bob told Tim he would get one of
the boys in town to drive me back and that way I want need to
exchange my ticket.


I told Tim that I would stay, it was not a big problem. Later
as I was helping Tim pack I told him his uncle was very lonely
old man and just wanted company. But big boy you own me one,
and I'm looking forward to a nice trip somewhere as
pay back My husband's quick kiss and squeeze were gratefully
accepted, his smile told me I would get my reward of a trip
somewhere as I always did.


Tim left and Uncle Bob and I went about the afternoon talking
about my life before Tim and getting to know each other better.
He was an old man in his late 60's and very rough, weather
beaten. His hands were big and he stood about 6' 4"
and had a belly on him that men that age develop when they
stop any physical work. That night we had a nice dinner and
sat by the fire and sipped on yet one more bottle of wine.
It was about 10 when I told him I was going to bed, I had too
much wine I had a buzz on and it was getting to me. I said goodnight
and went into my room to get ready to take my shower.


I was in the bath and about to step into the shower when I remembered
I had forgot my hair conditioner and need to get it out of
my bag in the bedroom. I wrapped a towel around me went back
to my room and I stood on the step stool and reached high over
my head to retrieve the bag from the top shelf of the closet.
My fingers barely brushed the edge of my target, pushing
it just out of my grasp. With an irritated grump, I leaned
against the shelving, pressing to get a grip on the bag.
My grunt turned immediately to a gasp as an unseen finger
with no warning slid up my leg and over my ass and down the
crack of my ass into my pussy.


"Oh God!"


I yelled, unable to hide my pleasure at the finger that was
mauling my private parts. My wet cunt seem to suck on the
big firm finger that was rubbing my cleaned shaved pussy
lips.


"Shit Marca you got some ass on you and that cunt looks
good enough to eat!"


I turned to look back over my shoulder and down to see what
was happing. A hoarse response, which made my cunt, clench
around the invading thick middle finger. A deep, gravelly
chuckle accompanied a deeper thrust of the finger in my
pussy. I froze - my wine filled head made my over heated body
do a respond completely inappropriately to my husband's
uncle's advances. I felt a gush of warmth around his
hand as his thumb found my clit.


"Oh, my what a delicious cunt... I've had my eye
on that bare pussy all weekend. You think my little cock
nephew is the only one who responds to your teasing? Well,
I've got a big Tenn. surprise for you, my lovely."



I looked over my shoulder to lock eyes with Uncle Bob - his
great white head looming just below me. His bright blue
eyes danced and his white teeth gleamed as he gauged my response.
Would I scream? But who would hear, I thought? We're
alone in this old house, miles from anyone. Tim had been
gone for hours. I tried hard to ignore for a moment the pleasure
pulsing in my wet pussy and take stock of my situation. Not
that this arrangement hadn't occurred to me before
and not infrequently. My husband was the spitting image
of his uncle - both handsome, both exuded a sexual energy
that natural sluts like me found irresistible. I had few
hints, however, that his uncle felt the same attraction
toward me. Would I tell?


"You can't, please don't me!"



He just smiled and told me, you can't a willing
party.


"What makes you think I'm willing?"


"This!"


I felt him slide his fingers up and down my pussy, which was
dripping wet.


"Tell me you don't want some cock, a real man's
cock, not that limp little boys cock your married to!"



"Tell me!"


My internal dialogue was cut short as his manipulation
of my soft; sensitive parts caused a wave of tingling pleasure
to wash over me, turning my knees to water. I groaned as my
leg's bent, driving his hard, thick finger deeper
into me. My left arm fell across his shoulder - my right hand
still bracing against the shelf edge. I closed my eyes;
desperately trying to organize my wine soaked thoughts,
the feel of his hand on me making that task nearly impossible.



"Oh, my girl... look here!"


He twinkled up at me as his gaze then flicked to my breast
which my position had placed bare inches from his mouth.
When I had turn toward him it made my towel fall from me, revealing
my body, my hardening nipples. I followed his gaze and realized
that even I wouldn't be able to fight off the half crazed
sex starved man I had before me. I was not going to resist
and the smile on my face told him that the round swell of smooth
flesh of my 40DD were being presented for his pleasure.
My back arched, seemingly of its own accord, and that nipple
pressed against his eager mouth. His white teeth grasped
the edge of the rock hard nipple and tugged gently, the dark
engorged point escaping neatly against his waiting lips.
His finely chiseled lips closed firmly around the aureole
and he sucked my flesh hungrily into his hot mouth. His left
hand came up to gather my breast to his face, while his right
hand quickened its pace, thrusting deep into my now burning
pussy. I turned into him, snaking my arms around his neck,
holding onto his fine head to keep myself upright and pressing
him hard into my chest.


"Oh, my god, Uncle Bob!"


My breath was coming in gasps now as my body's needs
completely drove all thoughts of the inappropriateness,
not to say immorality, of the situation far from my conscious
brain.


His right hand slid out of my pussy, leaving me aching for
more. He leaned away from me, his eyes never leaving my face.
He brought his fingers up - covered as they were in my juices
- and inspected them closely, sampling a taste of the glistening
moisture and apparently liking the result. He rumbled
something about a sweet cunt like honey. He stood taking
me in for a moment - my feet placed as wide as possible on the
top step of the stool. His eyes started at my body, my long
legs. His hand reached out to follow his gaze, his fingers
sliding softly over me.


"Oh, Marca, you are a sweet little thing. My nephew
is one lucky son of a bitch. And I use that term accurately.
If his aunt had one ounce of your heat, I would have fucked
her every night, I guarantee."


He looked at the naked flesh of my pubic triangle. He pushed
the lips of my cunt apart. He stroked my soft flesh, and my
eyes closed, focusing on his touch and warm tone. The warm
tone was quickly accompanied by equally warm breath against
the puffy smooth flesh of my pubic mound.


"I have to taste this and no hair. I've thought
about this since the minute you got here. That's too
long to wait for a meal like you."


He closed in on my pussy and I could smell my own arousal as
his tongue snaked out to dip into my honey. His strong hands
around my waist and my hands on his head were the only things
keeping me from falling to the floor. As if he'd done
this a hundred times before, Uncle Bob neatly lifted me
from my precarious perch, turned and set me down on my bare
ass on top of the dresser to my right. I leaned back against
the wall and gave over to the heat the white-haired has built
in me. I hooked my heels on the edge of the dresser, spreading
my aching pussy wide for him. My body was trembling and shaking
like a twig caught in a windstorm. I pulled my honey bran
thighs as far apart as I could get them and let his magic tongue
do its thing. I was so hot! So terribly, terribly hot. I gave
him a smoldering look through narrowed eyes, encouraging
him to do what he pleased with this willing cunt in front
of him. He required no further permission and with a grin
and deep rumbling dove right into the task at hand.


My husband could take some serious lessons from his old
Uncle Bob on eating pussy. Tongue, lips, fingers, all brought
me quickly to the edge of reason. His strong, big hands guided
my hips to the very edge of the dresser. My eyes opened only
briefly when his mouth left my cunt. I could feel wetness
dripping down my ass and was maddeningly close to orgasm
as I curled up from my position on my elbows to see where my
ticket to sexual release had gone.


He hadn't gone far, luckily. He stood before me, looking
down on me with glistening mouth and snaking tongue, which
cleaned the residual honey from his fabulous lips. With
a grin bordering on evil, he loosened his belt, unzipped
his trousers and let loose his engorged cock. He then jerked
his underwear off. As he rotated his hips, his beautiful
cock came into view. I moaned out loud!


"OH MY GOD ITS BIG, Oh SWEET JESUS YOU'RE SO BIG,
VERY BIG!"


"Twelve inches long and eight inches around.. It's
been measured quite a few times."


Uncle Bob said arrogantly. I almost had a climax just thinking
about it. The magnificent tool stood stiff as a flagpole,
rearing up to a plum-sized head. It looked absolutely magnificent.
I didn't doubt him. I watched, fascinated, my mouth
was wide open I could not take my eyes off this wonder of God.
I knew where the eight wonder of the world was and it was not
in Houston Texas.


My breathing became quick and fast as he unfurled that member
- very different from my husband's. Tim's cock
is small thin and his balls are like little grapes, not,
I say again, not a fine specimen. But Uncle Bob I must say, .
OH MY GOD Uncle Bob's was another matter entirely.
Long and thick and smooth and straight. It curved like a
scimitar up to his navel. It was a dangerous-looking weapon!
But I am a fearless slut and felt my pussy grip and gush at
the very sight of that pointed curve with its bright purple
head looming. Two days ago all I saw was a weather beaten
old man with a belly on him, my God what a big cock can do to
make a woman see the light of day. What a handsome man, I thought.
I said as if in a stupor.


"Uncle Bob it's so big, "


"Don't worry love, It will all go in, and you'll
love every inch. I'll make sure you do."


He placed it at the entrance of my pussy and with his hand
moved it up my slit to my clit, covering his cock and my cunt
with the slick stuff that poured out of me. As the head hit
my clit I arched and gasped, wanting nothing more than to
feel that sword inside me.


"What do you think, Marca maybe we should not do this?
Do you have any guilt or you the whore I think you are? You
need this don't you? "


Uncle Bob stared at my heaving tits and wet pussy. He stepped
closer to me and looked me straight in the eye, He worked
the incredibly hard tip of that monster all over my dripping
pussy, making me squirm with delight that bordered on torture.
I cried, embarrassed at my body's betrayal


"I can't! We can't do this to Tim!"
. "I don't want to!"


I was desperately horny now. My vagina was leaking fluid
and the tingling had turned to out and out lust. I couldn't
resist the lure that the big cock had on me, so I leaned forward
and gingerly took the purple head into my sweaty shaking
hands and thought. My god, it's so smooth and soft,
almost like velvet! I became more aggressive and moved
the head over my thighs and near my dripping throbbing pussy,
my second mouth, jerking the big shaft as I did it. Uncle
Bob gave me words of encouragement, and he continued to
stand there, content to let me play with my new toy. I couldn't
believe what I was doing with my husband's uncle! I
smiled at him.


"Oh, Uncle Bob, I want that big thing make me your whore.
Yes I want to feel your cock inside me! I'm a greedy slut,
Uncle Bob. I want it all. And I want it now!" "



I grinned and reached down between my legs to take his huge
balls in my hand. I squeezed gently, making him close his
eyes and groan deliciously. He looked down at me like a hungry
man sitting down to a fine feast. He put the tip of his cock
again at my dripping cunt, he was going to make me beg for
it.


"Put it in Marca!"


"Oh god, Uncle Bob, it's too big. I'll never
get that in me."


I lifted the thick shaft and rubbed the head over my pussy,
then pressed it in my fold trying to take it in. I watched
the thick head spread my lips only to slip away from my hole.
He placed a finger in my pussy and slowly began finger fucking
me as I continued to hold his cock. As I watched, I saw him
gently press a second finger into my wet pussy. I could feel
the stretching and began to ride his fingers. Then he worked
in a third finger, rotating his fingers as he stretched
my pussy. Then with a smooth motion, he withdrew his fingers,
wrapped his hand around my hand that gripped his cock and
guided it to the opening.


"Do it now Marca. Your pussy is ready, just ease it
in."


I did. My fears that it would hurt vanished as I felt the head
spread my pussy open. Rather than pain, I had this wonderful
feeling of pressure on my pussy. A feeling of being spread
and filled. And with that, he thrust slowly and deliberately
to his full length inside me. I was breathless with the feeling
of his cock curving up, filling me and stretching me so incredibly.
I moaned and called out how good it felt how good it was! When
he heard that, he drove his cock deep into my pussy. Over
and over, he slammed his hot, throbbing rod up into me. His
cock just seemed to go deeper and deeper, touching me where
I had never been touched. Then I was aware that his cock was
hitting my cervix.


I could almost see the tip of his cock move against my abdominal
wall. When he was fully in, he grasped my hips and pulled
me toward him - forcing that pointed head against the roof
of my cunt. I screamed in delight. He bent over me then and
took my left breast into his mouth, suctioning my tender
nipple while he moved inside me. He didn't thrust,
amazingly, but rolled his hips to make that monster cock
mix it up inside my stunned pussy. It was like being fucked
by one of the logs from the fireplace. I'd never felt
every square inch of my vaginal walls like this before.
It felt like he was remaking my walls on the inside of me.
And, in a way, he was.


He straightened up and slid his hands under my hips once
more, watching my face with an avid expression, reading
my reactions. "Does that feel good, my whore slut?"
He rumbled as he ground his cock inside me. I gasped some
incoherent answer and screamed as he hit a spot that had
seldom been touched in all my days. I was so close to cumming
and then I felt him pull out.


"No, please! I need to cum! I'm almost there!
Please! I've got to cum! Put it back in!"


He began pumping into me with short strokes, each stroke
pressing deeper into my pussy.





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Ms. Marca Ch. 59 by Ms. Marca©





"Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck harder. Ah! That's
what I want! "


With that, he levered the length of his considerable manhood
against that singular spot again and again. I felt an orgasm
building up in me that promised to be a record setter. I'd
never felt that team of nerves acting in such concert. My
orgasm was starting at my very center and radiating outward
to the tips of my fingers and toes. I could feel it coming
and there was nothing I could do to stop it. This man was a
master! I screamed for real as the tidal wave overtook me
finally. I felt my pussy twist and squeeze and a great rush
of juice flowed out of me, over my husband's Uncle Bob's
remarkable cock and down the crack of my exposed ass.


He growled as he thrust in and out of me in earnest, driving
for his own release.


"Oh, yes, my sweet cunt. You are just as hot and sweet
and tight, as I knew you would be. God! You were worth the
wait, my slut whore! You like it don't you Marca, like
a big cock stuffing you're over used pussy."



He was now fucking with long, hard fast strokes.


"Oh I do, I do, I do. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me." "Oh god yes. I'm your slut
uncle Bob! Ohhhh god, I want you to cum. Ohhhh it's so
big. It feels so good. Yesss, cum!"


Oh shit and he shoved deep inside me and shot what felt to
be a huge load of hot semen deep into my stunned cunt. I pushed
back, trying to get his cock as deeply into me as possible.
Then I came again. Wonderful waves of pleasure rolled through
my body. I felt his body relax, but he didn't pull out of me. I
thought I could feel his cock soften in my pussy yet my pussy
still felt nice and full, very warm and very wet. And without
effort, I felt my pussy grasp and milk that cock as it throbbed
and bucked and lashed inside me. Oh my god, I thought. I'm
going to need this every day! It was as if my pussy was thirsty
for him and his seed, and above all else, my pussy must be
satisfied. I thought that I had some good cocks in the past
and told myself that the stud that was fucking me at the time
that we were made for each other, but it seems that there's
another cock I was born to fuck, as well! Well... at least
it was all in the family.


With a few, long strong strokes Uncle Bob finished with
relish. Amazingly, the man was hardly winded and I was a
trembling wreck! My pussy pulsed with a fervor that bordered
on frenzy. My God! Could it be that I was ready for more from
this machine? The big man didn't even pull out of my
dripping tunnel - he simply nestled his member inside me,
again watching my face as he did so. He smiled and I smiled
back, as best I could.


"That was good, oh God I needed that Uncle Bob, oh God
did I! Oh my God, that was almost too much, even for me Uncle
Bob! Jesus, that was right up there with the best I've
had. I think I have a new outlook on...'older'
lovers, "


My pussy continued to contract rhythmically but gently
around its big invader. Uncle Bob just looked at me.


"Not bad for an old guy, your my cunt, my nymph! And
you're one hell of a fuck, I know you had more experience
than that wimp nephew that boy can't eat pussy if his
life depended on it let alone fuck a good cunt."


He grinned and reached out to roll my still-hard nipples
between his fingers. He teased them as he licked at my nipples.
I again had to close my eyes and gasp as his touch set me off
again. My eyes flew open in amazement and I saw his gleeful
grin as his cock swelled inside me and he began a slow stroking
in my sloppy slit. I could feel the mingled juices flow out
of me as he pulled out and the liquid that filled my cunt was
noisy and fragrant. What was this man made of? And why had
it taken me six years to find out?


I groaned as the rhythm he set up began to drive me again.



"Uncle Bob.. You are... amazing!"


My head fell back as he pushed inside me, working his cock
again to its hard, curved state. I was full of cum, his baby
making cum . There's lots of cream to whip in that tight,
hot pussy he had just filled. What a nice gift that would
make for Tim to eat when he got home from a hard day at the office.



"You are too good for that whip I have as a blood relative
of mine."


I looked up at him, managing to raise one eyebrow in reaction
to his statement. He laughed.


"For that matter you're too damn good for me!"



With that he began his circuit of my cunt, again finding
the spot, which he poked with the hard tip of his penis. I
felt my pussy clench around the full length of his amazing
dick. He drove hard into me. I felt my pussy open to accommodate
him, to welcome that cock and those sensations that again
built up so rapidly. I was cumming again, and this time another
orgasm followed on the heels of the first, and another after
that. And he shot inside me again, crying out as he did and
grinding that pole deep inside me. I felt him release again
and this time he paused afterward. He lay his big, white
head between my breasts and breathed heavily, still buried
inside me .


"Girl, you've worn me out, and I can't say
that's ever happened to me before. That's one
fine pussy you've got there!"


He raised up over my body, which was devoid of any ability
to move at this point. What was this man's story? Is
this what I had to look forward to for the few days? I was all
set, then, I must say! Definitely something to look forward
to! But this man was remarkable, no doubt about it. I smiled
up at him blearily. He stood up and slowly, reluctantly,
pulled his nearly flaccid but still sizeable cock from
my pussy. Amazingly, even after that workout, it took a
little effort to get that purple head from my entrance.
The quiet "pop" was followed by a stream of cum
that leaked out and down my ass and thighs. Uncle Bob stepped
back and took in the sight of my wide open, pouring cunt with
a delight that amazed me.


"Oh yes, that hole is 3 times the size it was this time
yesterday, by the time you get home your not going to feel
that limp cock husband of your."


That hit me funny and I told him Tim will think he is in the
Lincoln tunnel the next time he is in there and I know he will
barely feel the walls of my vagina. I was really stretched
out from uncle Bob's massively thick tool.


"So how do you like my stretched out pussy?"



He narrowed his eyes and grinned, dragging a finger through
the river of cum. He told me I was better than a whore in town
on Saturday night! He put his finger in his mouth. God! He
was insatiable and nasty! I loved it! With no preamble,
he pushed my knees back until I was folded nearly in half
and my ass rolled up from the top of the dresser. He bent and
licked from the top of the crack of my ass to my clit, scooping
the mixed juices with his tongue. I was limp with desire
and satiation. He pulled me up and kissed me, siphoning
the mixture he had collected with his tongue directly into
my mouth. I drank it in greedily, sucking his tongue into
my mouth like it was his amazing cock. Which gave me an idea!
But before I could act, he moved me again, his eyes burning
now. He rolled me back again, and put his mouth to my pussy,
sucking hard, swallowing, cleaning every bit of our juices
from my pussy lips, my ass and my thighs. I squirmed and came
and came again.


I pulled his head up, unable to stand another set of orgasms
like the ones he'd given me so far. Reluctantly, he
followed my lead and I kissed the juices again from his lips,
his tongue and face. Then I slid off the dresser, sliding
down his length, my knees spread on either side of his legs
and I took his cock into my mouth to return the favor. Luckily
it was still only half-hard and I was able to take most of
it into my greedy mouth. I tasted the sweet mixture of juices
in the folds of skin as I rolled his cock around with my tongue.
My lipstick and starchy leavings mingled in his salt-and-pepper
pubic hair.


The member began to rise again. This man was a case study,
for sure. I moaned around the hardening shaft, delighted
to feel the curve assert itself. This was a cock to write
home about. This was a cock made for a woman's pleasure.
And it was again achieving its purpose. My right hand followed
my lips, my left made a circuit through his thatch of graying
hair -- nails lightly separating the tangle -- and around
the heavy testicles. His hands guided my head, combing
my terminally mussed hair, tracing the seal of my lips around
his cock. "God, girl. Some guy, or should I say guy's
has taught you well, I know your little Tim didn't show
you anything, "


He groaned, thrusting forward slightly as his cock reached
full mast again. I trilled the spot just below the tip of
his meaty head in response. I pulled the skin taut with my
hand as I gently drew my bottom teeth along his length and
suctioned my saliva from the tip.


"What makes you so sure they taught me? "


Then I lowered my throat upon him, my tongue tracing zigzags
along the underside. He groaned again. I felt the twitching
begin. I pulled back to get a look at the mighty weapon that
had so pleasured me. He ask how many cocks had I fucked or
sucked? I told him only two this week, but Tim is not a cock,
just a little PP! But if he had to know I play the field and
the last time I knew the count it was over 1, 200 different
guys. I told uncle Bob that I found out how much I enjoyed
sex as a young teen in between licks and sucks on his tool
I told him how I loved being the dominate one in our relationship
in the bedroom. Tim just thinks that is the way it should
be. You really already knew by now, that I would fuck whoever
I wanted, however I wanted, wherever I wanted, and whenever
I wanted. Tim duties after our first year was to please me
by licking my cunt and ass whenever I wanted, he just didn't
know it.


I whispered, that I was just a bit in awe of his stamina. I
kissed the smooth skin and licked the tip that leaked a drop
of liquid. I looked up to lock gazes with the man. His teeth
gleamed again at me and He put his hands on his hips while
I got on my knees. The first thing I did was put my head under
his cock so I could kiss his balls. They were big too, and
all loose in his sac. I kissed and sucked on them one at a time,
then moved up to the base of his cock where I sucked on it a
little, right where the shaft joins the sac. He moaned a
little. I took him into my mouth once more, this time for
the duration. My eyes never left his face as I worked diligently
on the fleshy scimitar. I licked the bottom of his shaft,
then slowly started moving up it, licking it all the way
up to the big head at the end.


I reached up and grabbed his shaft and squeezed it hard.
It was so fucking thick I only just got my hand around it.
I licked my lips and aimed it at my mouth. His cock was right
in front of my face. It looked massive. I licked the head
of it, hard, all over, as if I was cleaning it with my tongue,
all the way around it, and across the hole at the end. It tasted
good like a real man's cock, manly. I opened my mouth
wide and took the head in, let my lips settle on it as I started
to bob on it. Just the first inch or two at first because it
was so thick, but after my spit got going I was able to take
in about three inches altogether. His cock was so thick
it was almost impossible to get much more in.


I knelt in front of him, riding the end of his thick cock with
my mouth harder and harder. His meat was still long enough
that I could get a good hold of the rest of it too, so as I sucked
him, I jerked him slowly, then fast, then slowly again.
I could tell he loved it. Every time I jerked him fast he moaned
as if he was going to cum, so I knew when to slow down.


His head rolled back and he released another load of sweet
cream into my thirsty mouth. I swallowed every drop and
licked up the remaining mixture like an apéritif. Which
reminded me.


"I think that Big Uncle Bob Cock is 1, 201!"



I hooted, with a last kiss on the paternal member.


"Honey who the fuck is counting!"


My uncle-in-law rumbled in response. I was pleased to see
his knees buckle... finally. I stood, picking up the towel
and wrapping it around my breasts and over my quivering
thighs. I murmured how much I needed that, planting a fragrant
kiss on his shapely, slack lips. Told him for the next hour
he had better rest. Each with a hand on the other's cheek,
we stood for a moment before I once again climbed the step
stool. I reached the bag on the first try with an amazingly
relaxed arm. I held the bag in front of me.


"I'll shower and you rest, it is going to be a few
days before I go home!"


I made it home and about two months after out trip to see the
old man Tim told me how much he enjoyed seeing his old uncle
again. I told Tim if he would like why didn't we invite
him to come visit us sometime?


"Marca, baby you would do that for me, for him, you
are truly a wonderful woman to do that for a old man and it
just shows how much you love me!"


I felt like shit, for about 2 seconds.


"Tim, honey, we could have him come for a week and a
weekend, we could let him stay with me for the week when your
on one of your long trips. This would give me company and
he would enjoy the weekend with you!"


Tim almost had tears in his eyes, he had that little boy look
like I had just told him he could go out and play.


"I'll go call Uncle Bob and tell him to pack his
bag for next month I'll be gone the first week of the
month."


As I went up stairs I think I heard voices sing "HAPPY
DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN"

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Great story is he really that big?

10/8/2009

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Great story, when are you gonna tell husband?

10/8/2009