Knock - knock - knock.
The brass knocker on Steve Matthews’ front door made its particular sound of metal through oak to announce a visitor.
Steve ambled toward the front door, dressed in nylon jogging shorts and an old t-shirt, typical for him on a Saturday morning following an early round of golf. As he crossed into the entry, he thought, ‘I wonder who could be here at this hour? Probably a kid soliciting for the Band or PeeWee football.’
As he opened the door, his eyes were directed downward toward the face of the child he expected to see. In stead of a freshly-scrubbed, ruddy-faced boy or girl with a box or bag of candy and order forms gripped tightly in their hands, there was this long expanse of finely-turned feminine legs, capped by a pair of elec tric blue running shorts.
“Uncle Steve! Come quick! The sink’s spraying water all over the place,” exclaimed his young, curvy next door neighbor.
His head swiveled upward past the shorts, past the bare midriff (and a cute belly button). Hanging from a well-formed chest was a cut-off t-shirt proclaiming “Girlz rule…boyz drool!” Finally, his eyes focused upon the very sexy, but worried face of a young woman in her early-20s with light brown hair in a ponytail high on her head held in place by one of those “Skuggie” things.
His mind quickly returned to that moment three months earlier when this same vision, dressed as she was now, returned to his life. Andrea Rielly, his new next-door neighbor was the orphaned daughter of his closest friends (and neighbors) Jerry and Christine Rielly. The Riellys and their two other daughters were killed 10 years earlier in a horrific auto accident. Andrea had spent her high school and college years with her maternal grandparents in California, before returning to Middlevale. She had said that she had always con sidered Middlevale her home, and when she got her nursing degree, she returned to work in the local hospital.
As the weeks passed, the two neighbors slowly got reacquainted. Whenever Steve was out doing yardwork, it seemed Andrea was always puttering in her garden, wearing a very brief bikini top and skimpy shorts. Steve observed that she would position herself to show off her taut body…‘So much like her Mother,’ he would think to himself. Christine was a real looker, and both she and Jerry had raised their three daughters to be comfortable with their sexuality. Andrea’s teasing continued through the heat of a Mid western August when the heat and humidity always seemed on a collision course.
The panic on her face quickly brought Steve back to the present.
“Let’s go and see what the problem is, Andrea. Go grab every towel you can find!”
Once in the house, he took a quick look at the kitchen, and then raced down into the utility room and shut off the water. He had her come with him to get more towels from his house, grabbed his shop-vac, tool box and a couple of pipe wrenches. They returned to the disaster, and after mopping the water up off the kitchen floor, and removing the contents under the sink, Steve began to tear apart the plumbing.
From under the sink, Steve said, “We’re going to need a new faucet assembly, Andrea. This one has corroded to the point where it’s shot.”
Andrea stood there nearly in tears. “Who can I get to put in the faucet!? The plumbers always charge over time on Saturday!”
Steve scooted out from under the sink and found himself looking straight up her legs, and could see the under side of her tits as they supported the t-shirt that covered them. Her black shorts prevented him from see ing anything, but he bet to himself she wasn’t wearing panties. He caught himself thinking about her body and blushed at the thought. ‘Stop it! She’s your best friend’s daughter,’ he admonished himself.
He stuck his hand up to her, she reached down and helped him to his feet.
“I’ll take care of putting in the faucet, don’t worry about it,” he said, patting her on her butt.
“Come on, let’s see what other accidents are waiting to happen with your plumbing. The chances are good that if that one went, others are going to be close behind. Once we know what we’re looking at, we’ll go to the hardware store to get what we need. And, while you get a longer shirt on, I’ll make a little shopping list of what we’ll need.”
She asked, “My shirt? What’s the matter with my shirt? Don’t like the message?”
“The message isn’t the issue…the length, well, let’s put it this way… We’re going into a pretty male en vironment! Wouldn’t want all those old farts tripping over themselves to get a better look, wouldja? The headlines in the paper tomorrow about two old guys injured in a hardware store trying to get a look at a sexy young thing wouldn’t be too good would it!?” As an afterthought he added, “Though it would bring a new meaning to the term ‘hardware,’ wouldn’t it?”
After the shopping trip, Steve started disassembling the plumbing under the kitchen sink. It was, as usual, an awkward process compounded by the corroded pipes and fixtures. Even with the air conditioning on, and a fan that Andrea brought into the kitchen to keep the cool air circulating, Steve’s shirt and shorts were soaked with sweat. Andrea noticed the anatomy of his lower abdomen was clearly defined in the soaked shorts. She found herself becoming slowly aroused as she liked what she saw.
She kept hovering about the sink handing him tools and cold drinks, plus cool, damp cloths to keep the sweat out of his eyes. Thanks to her oversized t-shirt with a split neck opening, each time she bent over, Steve could easily see her chest and clear to her shorts. The backlight from the afternoon sun provided ample evidence that her breasts were clearly “self-supporting.” Fortunately, the frustration of working in the cramped space kept his mind almost totally occupied, but he was very aware of her proximity.
Andrea had a wonderful mechanical aptitude, and when Steve would ask for a tool, it promptly appeared in his hands. ‘Thank you Jerry for teaching her well,’ he thought; for at an early age, you could find Andrea always helping her Dad with handyman projects around the house and on the car. He thought it was amazing how the tomboy he remembered had blossomed into this wonderful beauty.
While the work went relatively smoothly and Steve and Andrea were kept busy, there was an underlying current of sexual tension between them. Despite the air con ditioning and the fans, Andrea was also soon covered with a film of perspiration, with her shirt damp across the upper chest, the upper surfaces of her boobs were clinging to cloth, not leaving much to imagination.
Finally, by mid-afternoon, the plumbing fixes were done.
“Well, I guess I’ll head back to the house, and leave you to do whatever,” said Steve.
“Oh no you don’t! After we get stuff picked up, get out of these sweaty clothes. You’re going to be joining me in the Jacuzzi,” said Andrea, firmly.
“I don’t have any swim trunks!”
“Don’t needed ‘em,” said Andrea. She went down the hall and returned with a pair of Speedos.
“These should fit! And don’t be modest…I’ve pretty much had a look at what’s under those soaked shorts all afternoon! These won’t show much more than the shorts! Get in the bathroom and change, and I’ll change and throw our shorts and shirts, along with these groady towels into the washer.”
“I shouldn’t…” he began.
“Nonsense…I owe you, big time! Get into them! I like your company!”
He shrugged his shoulders in an admission of defeat, and went in the downstairs bathroom, stripped and put on the pure white Speedo briefs. When he emerged, Andrea was standing at the kitchen counter fixing a drink in a thong bikini that merely covered the mound at the junction of her thighs and at the top there was barely enough material to cover the pointed ends of her nipples. It seemed that every time she moved, she made it a point to readjust her suit to cover the pinkish tan puffy areolae that peeked past the material.
‘God damn,’ he thought. ‘If she sneezes or coughs, the whole damned thing will explode off her!’
“Whatcha fixin’,” he asked.
“Gin and Tonic,” said Andrea, “Want one?”
“No, a beer…Miller Lite if you got one,” he managed to choke out.
“Coming up,” said Andrea. “Tell you what…in the garage there’s a cooler, and we’ll put some beer, tonic water and the gin in there, so we won’t have so far to go. Couldja get it for me?”
‘Sure,” choked Steve. On one hand, he was really enjoying the scenery. On the other hand, he was having trouble dealing with the near nudity being displayed in front of him, and was glad for a moment’s respite to get his emotions, to say nothing of his swelling cock, under control.
He returned to the kitchen with the cooler, glad to have something to put in front of his crotch for the moment. He opened the freezer door and dumped some of the contents of the icemaker into the cooler, then added the rest of a six-pack of beer, the tonic water, sliced lime and the gin bottle. Andrea was already in the Jacuzzi on the deck relaxing. Steve put the cooler down in the shade, went back into the house, got his beer and slowly slipped into the warm water.
He took a couple long pulls from his beer, then let the jets of warm water start their work. He closed his eyes, and let his mind drift. He could hear the golfers on the new course on the other side of the tree break at the back of the lot. He heard the birds chirping and singing, and the low hum of Andrea’s voice as she let her own mind relax as she sang along to a CD.
After a few more swallows of beer, he really began to relax. The two of them started chatting about numerous things. This was the first time they had been together since Andrea had come back home, and she was full of questions about the changes in the neighborhood, the relationship between her parents and Steve and his late wife.
After awhile, Andrea quietly asked, “How are you feel ing, Uncle Steve?”
“Stiff and sore, especially in my back, arms and shoulders.”
“Stay right there, I’ll be back,” said Andrea.
She lifted herself out of the Jacuzzi with one fluid motion which caused her tits to come free from their covering, she walked the length to the deck rearranging her top as she went, and in a moment returned with a special-looking folding table and some towels. She set the table up quickly and arranged the towels on the surface.
“Come here, Uncle Steve,” she said. “Get on the table, face down and I’ll give you a therapeutic massage. I forgot to tell you, but I’m now a licensed massothera pist! Get on the table, and I’ll work out those sore spots.
“Relax and let me work my magic!”
Slowly, he raised himself out of the water, turning his back to her to cover the woody that had sprung up with her blatant display moments earlier. His face was red dened by embarrassment, to say nothing of the heat from the Jacuzzi.
Steve’s back got the full treatment, along with his arms, neck and scalp; he felt his sore muscles relax and his entire body begin to relax with a wonderful feeling of well-being. He could hear the murmur of golfers jibbing one another, and the “whhhaaaaauucckk” of clubs sending golf balls up the fairway off the 18th tee behind their lots.
As he was relaxing, Andrea moved to his feet, and began to work up each leg, kneading, pressing and pushing muscles as she moved to his butt. Then she ordered him to turn over.
She had put a towel over his butt, and he was thankful for that, since one muscle was definitely not relaxed.
She started at his face and scalp, moved slowly and deliberately down his chest and abdomen, then massaged his fingers, hands and arms. Then she moved to his toes, feet then up each leg, alternating between them until she reached his crotch.
Steve was fully relaxed and nearly asleep as Andrea massaged his body with firm strokes, aided by scented oils and emollients. The earlier rigidness of his male member had relaxed along with the rest of his body as she took out the aches from his arms and chest. But that changed instantly when her fingers reached the junction of his thighs and lower abdomen.
Before he could protest, Andrea said, “Well, well! There’s one muscle that seems to be resisting here! I’ll have to do something with that won’t I?”
In a flash, the towel covering his crotch was gone, and Andrea had quickly pulled down the Speedos to his knees, and had her warm hand wrapped firmly around his now rampant dick. As he rose to protest, Andrea pushed him back with surprising firmness.
“Uncle Steve, now just relax, just let nature take her course!”
With a beautiful woman bent his pone body with his cock pointed to the sky in her hand, he wondered about what could be seen from the golf course.
“Don’t worry about who can see us,” Andrea said, read ing his mind. “I have looked at the back of the house from every angle from that tee, and unless we’re fool ish enough to be doing this in the middle of winter no one can see us!”
Quickly, she placed her mouth over his cock, and slowly began to use her tongue to swirl around the swollen purplish-colored mushroom-shaped head. As her mouth and tongue massaged his column, her fingers and hands were busy massaging, pushing and squeezing his inner thighs, lower abdomen, but particularly the muscles between his legs and beneath his balls.
Soon, her hands began to tenderly massage his nuts, and she used her teeth to gently rake across the sensitive ridge behind the cockhead. Finally, she became more aggressive, switching from merely teasing and nibbing to a female sword-swallower. He watched in amazement and growing excitement as her mouth totally engulfed him, her nose buried in his pubic hair, then moving all the way to the tip, her lips pursed around the end. He thrust upward against her mouth, and in moments, he began to feel the tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm. But, as soon as his balls pulled to the base of his cock, Andrea quickly encircled them with thumb and middle finger and gently, but firmly, pulled them down.
She removed her mouth from him and said, “Easy does it! I’m not going to let you off that easy! Come on, let’s get more comfortable by the Jacuzzi!”
With that she untied the knots that held her minuscule bikini top and bottom, and let them drop.
As she trotted over to a chaise lounge, he marveled at this woman-child’s beauty and luscious form. Looking at her, as she turned, he felt his cock seem to swell to even larger proportions as she revealed herself.
After she removed the cushion from the lounge and drag ging it behind her, she went to the chairs and tossed their cushions towards the Jacuzzi. She then arranged them and laid down.
Patting the cushions, she said, “Come here!”
As he looked at her lithe body with one leg drawn to her chest between her breasts, he recalled one spring day about 10 years ago. He and Karen were sitting talking to Jerry and Christine in the Rielly’s kitchen, when Andrea walked in without a stitch of clothing.
The Rielly girls were all early bloomers, and at the age of 12, Andrea already had breasts the size of half lemons, and Steve could see that her pubic mound was populated by a few scattered brown hairs. She was so comfortable with her body that she stood there calmly discussing where she might find a particular top and short ensemble she wanted to wear with her mother. Christine calmly told her and suggest that she might want to consider getting something a little more appro priate on for the occasion. Andrea quietly said she would, and before she left, she kissed her parents, then Karen and finally Steve before she left.
The vision that filled Steve’s eyes now was just a larger, more mature version of that moment years earlier. Andrea’s body had certainly matured, but her breasts, hips and ass had all grown proportionally to her height, and a rigid exercise regimen kept her body trim.
Andrea grasped that strong, thick cock and continued her virtuoso fellatio performance, and Steve lost all control of what little willpower was left to her. It was very clear to him that she was in full control of the situation, and he was not going to fight it in the least. Her head bobbed up and down, her hands massaged, probed and tugged at him. Her mouth and tongue continu ed to assault his cock-head, and suddenly his loins erupted, sending his cream streaming into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed spurt after spurt, then stroked the remaining man-juice out of him and sexily licked it off her hands. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he attempted to regain his breath.
Once he had some control of his body back, he started to throw fuel of his own fuel into the roaring fire of Andrea’s libido.
“Andrea, turn about is fair play! Lie down on your tummy. Maybe I can’t match your knowledge and exper tise of a massotherapy, but Karen always loved me to massage her.”
Andrea quickly rolled into position, and he straddled her butt, his partially-hard cock still slowly leaking the last of his spend into the cove formed by her butt cheeks, the crack of her ass and her thighs. Starting with the base of her skull, down the neck and across the tops of her shoulders, Steve gently but firmly massaged her muscles, then moved up each arm to her hands. He retreated back up each arm, this time in a caressing stroke, eliciting a low, sensuous moan from her. Down her back, kneading the muscles on the way down, and caressing on the return stroke. This action was slowly beginning to drive Andrea crazy. Massage, stroke. Massage, stoke. The process was repeated, down her back, across her ass, down the thighs, calves and soles of her feet.
‘This is sooooo good,’ Andrea thought. She wanted to concentrate on his technique, but his strong and firm, then soft and gentle pattern would not let her mind absorb anything but the extreme relaxation and pleasure she was feeling.
Without a word, he rolled her over, and repeated the process, astride her hips, his balls resting in the crevice of her “Y,” his erection lying rigid on her bare pubis. His hands gently stroked and massaged her face, then her jaw and down her neck.
As Steve massaged her front, he teased and tantalized her by denying what she wanted until the very end. Andrea’s breath was coming in short pants now, and her moaning and writhing was becoming more and more pro nounced as her passion built.
Steve sensed that she had now relinquished control to him, and he brought his hands closer and closer to her love cave. Her outer lips were swollen with antici pation, and her inner lips were cherry-red with passion. But he bypassed her wet, swollen girl-cleft and went to her breasts standing proud and firm. She shuddered as his fingers gently swirled around them, and gasped as his mouth encircled and gently touched the swollen firm tissue of her pinkish-brown areola. As his tongue lashed over the firm surface, the suction of his mouth sent lighting bolts of pleasure to her brain and to her now-weeping cunt.
Alternating between each firm mound, he alternating massaged and pinched, sucked and nipped, kissed and licked each one. Then he moved down to Andrea’s belly, tonguing her bellybutton. By this point, her breathing was shallow and rapid, and her face and upper chest were flushed. As he probed her bellybutton, Andrea was arching her back, and bucking her abdomen into his tongue.
Steve dragged his mouth down to Andrea’s mons, kissing and licking his way from her cute bellybutton. Andrea moaned and his mouth skirted around her pussy, paying close attention to the junction of her thighs to her pelvis. Andrea continued to thrust upward against his mouth, attempting to place her moist core against his probing tongue.
“Please, please, please do my pussy, Uncle Steve,” she moaned. “I can’t take it!”
Finally, he relented, but continued to tease. He moved along her petal-like labia, teasing with gentle nibbles and tugs with his teeth. He left one hand rolling and rubbing her engorged puffy nipples. His other hand was very busy in her crotch, with fingers teasing her vaginal opening and the puckered rosebud of her asshole.
“Please suck my clit…suck it! You’re driving me nuts! Pleeeaaasseeee do me,” she whimpered.
Steve switched his attentions to the top of her pussy cleft. Andrea’s pleasure knob was fully distended, and it appeared to throb in synch with every beat of her pulse. He approached her most sensitive part, gently massaging each side of her mini-cock with his tongue. He rolled his tongue across the top of the shaft, and Andrea groaned and shook as his tongue worked on it. Finally, he took the shaft between his thumb and fore finger, pulled back the cover, exposing the sensitive tip to his gently swabbing tongue.
In frustration, Andrea reached down and grabbed Steve’s cock. She pulled him atop her into a classic 69, and began to use hand and mouth to tease and tantalize him. “Time to get him serious here,’ she thought through her lusty mental haze.
Steve’s action on her clit drove her over the edge, starting with that incessant tickle feeling like when she had to pee, and then rushing and rushing, outward, ever outward. Light flashed behind her eyes, and for a moment the universe was hers and hers alone.
For Steve, he could feel the passion rising, but was taken by surprise with her intense orgasm…her crotch jamming up and down on his tongue and mouth, as she wailed her passion muffled against his cock in her mouth.
“Ugggghhhh!”
Breath.
“Agggggghhhhh!”
Another breath. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
She pulled the cock free from her mouth, and groaned against his balls, “Ohhhhhh, god. Stick this lovely thing in me where it belongs! Please, please, Uncle Steve!!??”
Quickly, Steve swapped ends, and positioned himself between her welcoming, wide-spread thighs, which were still quivering with the fading echoes of her orgasm. Andrea grasped his turgid man-tool and pulled him to her wide and waiting love passage. He watched her nest the swollen and angry purple cock-head at her opening, she pressed it hard against her cunt’s lips and forcefully dragged it the length of the slit, worming her pelvis against it to further stimulate her already swollen passion bud. That action drove her to a new height of lust, and her body convulsed in another orgasmic tidal wave.
“Aaaarrrrghhhhh! Unnnnhhhhhhhhhh! Oh god, oh god, oh god! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh my gooooddddd!”
At that moment of her blind passion, Steve drove his hips forward. As well-lubricated as she was, Steve expected his cock to immediately sink balls-deep in her thrashing body.
“Ugggnnnnhhhh,” he groaned as the strength of her orgasmic contractions nearly prevented him from enter ing his goal.
“Unnnhhh!” He thrust again at her tunnel fortress, and this time lodged his cock-head firmly within the vaginal opening’s tight ring.
‘Christ, she’s got a snapper,’ he thought as he con tinued to force his way into her body. From his earlier digital exploration of the inner recesses of her femininity, he knew that she was tight, but this was beyond his expectations. It was like he was taking her virginity.
As he continued the action that nature had dictated since a time long forgotten, Steve could feel her tightness forcing the blood back up his invading shaft, an unusual, yet not unpleasant feeling. He pulled back, and thrust forward, the rocking, sawing motion stretching and widening her love grotto. Inch by inch, he gained her innermost flesh, until finally he felt his cock-head bump against her rubbery cervix. He was finally home.
Andrea heaved and thrashed against him, attempting to drive the tool she so desperately wanted deeper into herself.
Once his pubic bone had met hers, he lowered himself to his elbows and scooped her shoulders up so her face was touching his. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the pair of them luxuriated in the first moment of their joining. Finally their lips touched… almost shyly at first, then pressing and mashing to gether. Andrea broke the spell by driving her tongue forward, past his lips, seeking his tongue. Once she found it, she pushed and probed, finally settling for a gentle caress as his tongue quickly entered the act and overpowered her.
They both maintained just enough activity at their lower junction to keep the level of stimulation up, but for the moment, they were very satisfied to em brace, kiss and enjoy that special moment of first connection.
For Steve, it had been months since he experienced female physical contact, and this moment with the daughter of his best friend was so totally unexpected he didn’t know how to react.
A sudden wave emotions swept over him, and he paused to let the full impact of the physical sensations and emotion of the moment calm down. He could feel the gentle grip of her warm, wet pussy massage his hard cock, and it felt so absolutely glorious!
For Andrea, her “Uncle” Steve had been the focus of many of her juvenile dreams. She loved her Dad, but “Uncle” Steve, who was always there for her when her Dad wasn’t (and sometimes when her Dad was), was the model man for her…even when she was in California. Now she had him, and he was buried in her…six inches of maleness, six inches of some her favorite youthful fantasies.
Slowly Steve began the timeless dance of copulation. Gently at first, in long, easy strokes, he let the two of them get their bodies in synch. He gradually picked up the pace, and Andrea mirrored his actions, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He grunted, she moaned.
“Ungggghhhhh!”
“Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhh!”
The was no time, there was no space for them. They were suspended within themselves and each other. They were alone. They were together. They were everything and nothing. They were a “black hole” swallowing the universe at one moment; the next, they were the birth of the universe.
Their tongues dueled and caressed. Teeth nibbled and bit. Fingers caressed one moment, and clawed the next. It was a dance of lust, of passion and as their joining went on, it became a dance of love as well.
Steve raised himself up from Andrea and pulled his torso erect and watched with no small degree of wonder as his cock stretched her cunt open on the out stroke, exposing both sets of cunt lips and her stiffened love button. Then amazingly, her body would seemingly suck him back into her as he pushed forward.
Andrea raised herself up on her elbows to watch him appear, then disappear back into her body, and could seem to feel the ridged edge of his cock-head ripple the length of her vaginal tunnel. Though her anatomy texts told her there were no sensory nerve endings there, she felt that they had to be wrong, she could feel something!
Suddenly, Andrea raised herself, and grabbed Steve’s neck and pulled him down hard to her, locking him in an almost savage embrace, his chest mashing against her firm tits, and her mouth locked almost painfully to his. Immediately, her orgasm swept through her like a firestorm. One instant she felt so tender toward this man, the next minute she was a wailing banshee…swallowing him entirely with her sex. Her body shook and quaked, then she went momentarily rigid, and could feel the muscles of her cunt stroking and pulsing around this wonderful hardness inside her body. She was no inexperienced young woman by any stretch of the imagination, but the intensity of this orgasm caught her completely off guard.
Steve too, was not prepared for this onslaught of emotion from her. Karen had been terrifically passionate in their love-making, and from Jerry’s off-handed comments when he’d had too much to drink told him that Chris was a tiger when she was fucked, but he wasn’t prepared for this at all. He had all he could do to hang on, though with the grip her pussy was putting on his dick, there wasn’t much doubt she’d hold on to him!
As she reached her crescendo, Steve rolled over on his back, and thrust himself upward into her. She screwed her face up in passion as his dick hammered her cervix and his pelvis ground into her clit. Time and again, he bucked against her and she continued her special voyage through time and space.
Finally, he relaxed his efforts and just held her as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high.
“Oh, Uncle Steve, that was the most marvelous thing! I have never been there before! Oh, how wonderful, how wonderful, how wonderful!”
She smiled, then slowly tears formed in the corners of her beautiful eyes, slid down her cheeks and splashed on his chest.
“Oh if I could only bottle and sell that moment,” she said after she regained her composure. “The feeling, the smells of our bodies, the taste of your sweat, the feeling when we rolled over, everything. I’d be rich…so rich!”
“I am rich, just holding you right now,” said Steve. “This is so wonderfully right for the moment, it’s just right…”
Andrea raised herself up, her tanned body glowing bronze in the late afternoon sun, she looked down at Steve, then slowly lowered her mouth to his and delivered a tender kiss. Then as he had, she began a slow, rhythmical dance of her own upon his phallus. Back and forth, slowly but with an increasing tempo, she slid her sex tunnel the length of him, and then pushed it back into her. Her sensitive, puffy breasts were raking across the thick, wiry mat of hair on his chest, and soon the abrasion was too much, and she lifted herself onto her elbows, which allowed his hands to squeeze the swollen, fleshy mounds.
Soon his hips began to thrust with her tempo, and she raised herself upright. She looked down at their junction, and watched with fascination. She pulled him out of herself, and before he could finish the groan of disappointment, she squatted over him, took his cock in her hand and put him back into herself. Again, she was in total control, and she began to stroke him with tightening her cunt and plunging her entire weight down on his cock. At the top and bottom of each stroke, she’d rotate her pelvis, driving him crazy.
He tried to match her thrusts, but she placed her hands on his hips, preventing him from doing anything but receiving the exquisite pleasure-torture from her. Additionally, the sight of this bronzed young goddess, sweat glistening from her body like a jewel was like a priceless piece of art. As he watched her taut body rise and fall, impaling herself so lustfully upon the ivory shaft, he suddenly felt the tell-tale sign of his impending explosion. There was that almost painful tickle inside him, and his nuts drew up. He could feel it.
“Ohhhhh, Anddddrreeeeaaa! Here it commmmeeesss! Ohhhh, Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!”
Andrea, looking between her legs, saw his legs stiffen. She knew what that meant before he said anything. She wanted to be clear-minded for this moment, and she tightened her inner muscles, milking his hardness, heightening his pleasure. She drove her hips down upon him, rotating her cunt around his cock.
He couldn’t move and he was beginning to cum, he felt the pressure build and then the first burst left his body, jetting into the receptacle made to receive it. Despite the fact that Andrea was firmly holding his pelvis to the cushion, nature dictated his movements, tightening his butt muscles and attempting to rotate his pelvis up into hers.
The orgasm struck him like a lightening bolt, the energy radiating outward from his groin, and striking at every nerve, then it seemed like every hair on his body was alive and standing straight up. The initial spasm that sent his seed blasting against her womb opening set off a blinding light behind his eyes.
Andrea saw his body tense, his eyes close, and his face tighten into a grimace…she knew he was going to the same timeless universe she had visited moments ago. Normally, she would fight to come with her lover, but not this time. She wanted to watch this special person of her life receive something from her that she had wanted to give him for so many years.
For Steve, it was like rocketing through time and space as bright white specks sped past, and colorful burst after colorful burst of light swept over and around him, taking him on a warp speed trip to a universe uncharted. Suddenly he felt a change in the sensation around his still spurting cock.
Andrea had lifted herself from imprisoning his phallus with her warm femininity and replaced it with her mouth.
He opened his eyes, and saw her engulf him swiftly, and began bobbing her head up and down to continue the flow of his man-cream. She’d bob, he’d spurt. She’d swallow. Then she would repeat the process, until his system was completely drained of cum.
At last, she raised her head and looked into his eyes.
Slowly she extended herself to his side and their mouths joined. He tasted her sweetness and his sour ness, and their tongues slowly swirled about their mouths, savoring the flavors they found. Gently, Steve stroked her hair and her cheek, while Andrea ran her hand across the matted hair of his chest.
Finally, she broke the silence.
“Uncle Steve, I have wanted this moment for years. I dreamed about what it would be like with you from the time I knew something about sex.
“This was a fantasy that came true. And, it was as great as I ever dreamed it could be. Thank you, thank you so much for this moment.”
He said, “Andrea, I guess if it was meant to be, it was meant to be. You are an absolutely gorgeous young woman, and I want you to know how pleased I am you are back home… and not because of what just happened. And, I would be less than honest if I said that I am also flattered that you were attracted to me for all those years. I’m pleased that I lived up to your expectations.”
About that time, the last foursome of the day left the 18th tee to pursue their golf balls up the fairway.
Andrea turned to Steve and said, “Maybe we should call this the 20th hole!”
He laughed, “You’re right! Would make for an interest ing name for the home!”
She thought a moment, then said, “You know, we do need to christen the 21st hole! Perhaps we shouldn’t call the sign maker just yet! The weekend is still young, and my roommate won’t be home ‘til Monday. Ya game?”
Steve drew a huge mental sigh and said, “Why not… like you say, we have all weekend!”