Chapter 10

The longer that Jimmy's hot hands worked over my nipples, the swifter my body rotated.

I was lying beneath him on my bed. His legs were touching mine and I felt surges of sexual excitement shoot through my entire body.

Back and forth he kept up the steady finger movements. He toyed with my nipples enthusiastically, then slipped his tongue once more into my mouth.

It was an even more resounding French kiss than the one that we had exchanged in the shower as the water was pelting against my body.

While his tongue was eagerly massaging itself inside my mouth, he reached down with his right hand, finding my golden fur patch and tickling my already moist cunt petals.

He released his tongue swiftly from my mouth.

"Hey, you're already moist down there in your slit," he laughed. "That means I've gotten something accomplished with all this action. You're getting hot, baby, and I really love this."

"Just keep running those fingers over my mound and you're going to find out just how hot I can get."

"I'll have to work my tongue around in that snatch. I bet you love attention in that love pit."

"I don't call it my passion pit for nothing," I giggled.

"It will be a passionate pit by the time I get through with it. I've got the best set of hands of any guy in school. I've tickled more slits than any of them, I'll tell you that. I like nothing better than taking my fingertips and running them along a gal's wet hair. Yours are nice and dewy, and that turns me on all the more. I just love reaching out and touching them."

"Go ahead and keep up the beautiful action, baby. I really want it."

He maneuvered his fingers skillfully around my nest, extending the movements to my pink vaginal walls.

The more personal he got, the better I naturally liked it. He alternately worked around my pussy hairs and snatch, and occasionally he would slip his tongue into my mouth and engage in another stimulating French kiss.

From the way Jimmy was going to town with the preliminaries, I could just imagine what it was going to be like when he finally slipped his pecker into me.

I got so turned on from the way that he was letting the fingers of his right hand work around my snatch, that I had to return the favor. I reached out and touched the tip of his cock.

"That's it, finger my dick," he said. "Let's engage in a mutual jerk, baby. I think we ought to keep it up until we're both on the verge of climax. Then we can go to it sixty-nine style."

"You really sound like you've been around."

"I have. I'm the best muff diver at school."

"You're really proud of yourself as a cock and tongue man."

"Just ask for references, baby. Any one of a number of girls will give them to you."

"I don't need any references. You've already proven your worth. Just keep those fingers in my nest. You don't need to talk. Action is what I want."

"Right on. Work the fingers around my prick, baby. I really want that prick action."

Back and forth we exchanged scintillating finger action, and as it continued our bodies twisted and turned uncontrollably.

The sweat was surfacing on my forehead from the brilliant sexual excitement he was providing with his devastating finger activities.

As he continued manipulating his fingers over my nest, I worked my fingers with dramatic enthusiasm up and down the length of his entire rod.

The fingers slid with passionate zeal, and every time that they touched the warm base of his prick, it made me feel that much better. This wasn't one of these quickie sessions that I'd been having with Harding. This was a bona fide screwing session, one in which both parties let themselves go to the fullest.

I had waited long enough for something of this magnitude, and now it was happening, I wasn't about to do anything that would in any way diminish the level of the activity that was taking place in my bed.

The bedsprings began to jangle from all the activity in which we were participating. His fingers had applied themselves with such diligence that I found myself on the verge of orgasm.

"My pussy is about to shoot," I gasped.

"Then maybe I'd better go down and eat it."

"Eat my snatch, darling! I want it," I said dramatically, my heart beginning to pound with nervous anticipation.

I watched as he dove down toward my box. His fingers reached out and wrapped themselves around my thighs, parting my legs eagerly.

He started out by nibbling on my clit, and every time that his teeth would gently massage my love button, my whole body would come un-glued.

"It's too much, darling! Oh, do you ever know how to massage my clitoris," I said. "You can only keep that up for so long. Then I know I've got to shoot. You've got to suck me, baby. You've got to suck my snatch and eat my juices. Eat my hot pussy juices, baby. You're going to love it, honey. You're really going to love it."

He released his teeth from my mound, then let his tongue go to work on my snatch.

The tongue frenziedly worked over my box, and as it did so, he turned his fingers loose on my ass-cheeks.

If you don't think that I was in seventh heaven from the cumulative energies of his tongue and his fingers, then you have another think coming. And speaking of coming, that's precisely where I was headed, and I knew it wouldn't take me very long.

The tongue slashed repeatedly at my box, pushing and plunging as he pinched my buttocks.

I liked the devastating manner in which everything was happening. And we were moving spiritedly toward the ultimate finale, that point at which I would be releasing my juicy, womanly nectar into his mouth.

"Are you going to get fucked in that mouth of yours," I chuckled. "Go after it, honey. Go after the pussy juice. It's going to spurt, baby, in all its delicious glory."

He maneuvered his fingers from my ass-cheeks to my tits. His fingers worked skillfully around my nipples once more. He loved the nipple action and the longer that his fingers found the mark, the more excited I became.

"Eat it, eat it, eat it," I sighed.

A few significant strokes later, I came so un-glued that there was no turning back. At that juncture, the juices spurted out of my pussy and into his mouth.

He pinched my nipples as the juices unfurled from my love pit and into his mouth.

"Can you ever eat," I gasped. "Can you ever suck."

He no sooner released his tongue from my mound than he was ready to make a request.

"Suck my cock," he said. "I wanted to do it sixty-nine style, but I got carried away. I'll go back to your box, baby, because I think you can shoot again. But I sure as hell need to get my pistol off."

"I want to eat it. I want to eat those gobs of thick, juicy sperm. I'll bet you're really a stud when you shoot that prick of yours off, aren't you?"

"You'd better believe it. But you'll have to experience it for yourself."

"I live to experience that."

I slid my tongue over the end of his cock, massaging the very tip of it. As I did so, I let my fingers roam over his cock and balls.

Back and forth I kept up the steady movement, and as I did so, I felt the tingling sensations of his tongue working relentlessly once more against my moist pussy.

Since he had caused me to explode once, that seemed to give him that much more confidence and determination to eat another load of my pussy juice.

Since he was providing me with such stimulating sucking, it was naturally that much more simple for me to work my tongue up and down his rod.

Soon the tongue was sliding down the entire length of his pole, and as it did so I played with his balls. The testicles bulged, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be receiving the treat that I had been anticipating, that of his creamy, white juice spilling into my open mouth.

I couldn't withstand his pace, shooting for the second time in rapid succession.

As my body quivered and the juices were being released from my mound, I let my head bob up and down as I went after his load.

He released his tongue from my pussy and exclaimed:

"Suck it off, suck it out of there, baby. I want to spill it in you."

That was all the impetus I needed. Several strokes later, as I stroked his balls, I felt the hot white gobs of juice spilling out of the end of his huge prick and into my mouth.

It was a tremendous thrill for me to finally receive his load after working systematically on his cock with that objective in mind.

Maybe I was flipping out of my gourd having sex with my own nephew, but it happened to be the most beautiful experience in my life. There were no strings attached, no hang-ups, and we went at it strictly for fun.

I liked the fact that there were no bonds between us at all, except for the fact that we were related. We weren't trying to impress one another. We just wanted to fuck.