by Izzy Slam
I liked it.
“Well,” I said, pushing up her dress with my fingers. “I think I’ll start with getting you naked. And from there, we’ll just play it by ear.”
She bit into her lower lip and held back a smile. “But I’m a good girl. Like I said, I’ve never been on a date, much less gotten naked in front of another man.”
I glanced at her chest and noticed her nipples were pushing through the soft fabric. So she was either horny or cold. And seeing as it was hot as blazes both inside and out, I’m willing to bet that she was extraordinarily horny.
I squeezed her thighs, moving my palms smoothly down the outside of her legs. “Oh, I heard you, Savannah. I know that you’re as pure as the driven snow.” I leaned forward and buried my face her neck, smelling her vanilla musk and planting a soft kiss on her flesh. She pulled in a quick breath and tilted her head to the side as a small murmur escaped her throat. “I also know how much you want me to defile you, even if it means taking your virginity right here in church.”
I reached up and cupped her face, and her hazel eyes danced around mine. She glanced down at my lips, and I knew she was dying to kiss me. Hell, I was dying to kiss her.
So I did. I kissed her hard and she wrapped her arms around my neck as her tongue darted around my mouth, searching and hungry.
My cock stiffened, and my hands moved up her body. I brushed my thumbs over her nipples through the dress, and she moaned into my throat. I softly pinched them, and she huffed.
I was dying to bury myself inside of her, but I was also overwhelmed with the urge to lick the most delicate parts of her innocent body.
“God, Savannah,” I groaned. “Have you seriously never been with a man?”
I was finding it difficult to believe that I was the lucky bastard who got to pluck her petals. I can’t describe how hard it was making my cock.
Glossy-eyed, she answered me, keeping her arms around my neck. “I seriously have never been with a man, Uncle Terry. But I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that I wanted you to be my first. My pussy has been wet since yesterday.”
She pulled my hand between her legs just then, and I was immediately struck by how much heat had pooled around her pussy. The tips of my fingers touched a wet spot, and I felt my cock seep into my underwear.
“Damn, sweetheart.” I brushed my fingers up and down the silky fabric. “My cock has been hard since yesterday.”
I wanted to bury my face in her sweet pussy, maybe stroke myself a few times while I licked her. Savannah had a wicked smile playing on her lips, like she knew what was coming next.
I curled my finger at her, and she stood up, her expression soft and submissive. I lifted her dress and pulled it over her head, taking in the swell of her breasts as she waited in front of me, eager.
Her panties came off seconds later, and as she stood in front of me completely naked, I rubbed my hand over my crotch, feeling my cock strain against the material.
Savannah was simply breathtaking. Her nipples looked like delectable dollops of deliciousness, resting in the middle of her breasts. Her hips had curves that would drive any man wild. And her pussy was covered with a small, flat dusting of auburn hair. She obviously kept it trimmed to perfection. Or else she trimmed it this morning when she showered.
Fuck me, she was so sexy.
I ran my hands through my hair as I took in her gorgeous body. “Savannah, you have the most amazing body I’ve ever seen.”
I cupped her ass and pulled her to me, pressing my fingers into the round globes of her flesh. “Get up on the desk there and put your legs over my shoulders,” I told her.
She backed up and got into position, leaning back on her elbows as I watched her spread her legs. Her pussy was glistening, and as I unzipped my pants and removed my stiff cock, I watched her eyes trail down between my legs.
She licked her lips, glanced up at my face again, then spread her legs wider. I couldn’t get there fast enough.
I stroked my length, swirling the clear pre-cum around the head as I lowered my face to her needy cunt. She tossed her legs over my shoulders, and I ran my hands up the front of her body as I began licking her pussy lips in long strokes.
“Oh … Uncle Terry,” she purred.
I felt her fingers run through my hair as I lightly twisted her nipples between my fingers. I tasted her nectar as it started to drip from her opening. Pressing my palms into her flesh, I ran them down the front of her body and pulled her lips apart, exposing her swollen clit.
She let out a huff as I flicked it with my tongue, and it made me want to tease her more. When I glanced up at her, all I could see was the way her breasts rose in the air as she lay on her back and the look of ecstasy on her face. My cock throbbed in response.
I pressed several fingers into the opening of her slit as I sucked her clit past my lips. She moaned and lifted her hips in the air as I pushed deeper. I was amazed at how tight she felt, and as soon as I bumped against her sweet cherry, my cock spurted out a small amount of ejaculate.
I groaned through my mini-orgasm, keeping my tongue pressed on her clit as I licked my niece’s wet pussy. My cock bounced a few times as another small amount of cum pulsed out and landed on the floor.
“Right there, Uncle Terry,” Savannah begged. “I’m going to cum…”
She gently rocked her hips up and I finger fucked her tight pussy. My chin was drenched in her juices as I lapped away. And when her little pearl enlarged in my mouth, my cock spurted one more burst of seed onto the floor.
I groaned as Savannah came in my mouth, mewing and fisting my hair as she bucked her hips up and down on the desk.
I rocked my fingers slowly in and out of her cunt and flicked her bean until she pushed my head away. “Oh God, I can’t take anymore,” she huffed.
I stood up, smiling as I licked my lips.
And that’s when we heard voices coming from the other side of the door.
Panic stricken, I pulled Savannah off the desk and helped her get her dress back on. My cock went soft in seconds, and I tucked it inside my pants. I knew no one would walk in on us, unless Miss Marjorie had a key, which she very well fucking might.
Shit.
Savannah and I held back the laughter as I pressed my hair this way and that, struggling to look presentable as we heard the voices fade away down the hall.
“We should get out of here, go somewhere we can’t get busted,” I whispered.
She nodded and led the way out of the office.
Glancing in both directions, Savannah gave me the “all clear” nod, and I brushed past her, taking her by the hand and pulling her behind me.
I had every intention of taking her to my car and disappearing to an abandoned lot or alleyway. All I wanted to do was bury myself in that tight pussy, pop her cherry, make her cum again, and deposit my seed.
That didn’t seem complicated at all.
But when we got upstairs and reached the double doors that led to the sanctuary, Savannah tugged my arm in that direction.
“Come here for a second, Uncle Terry.”
For a second, I wanted to ask?
Well, that’s about how long it would take me, I suppose.
I knew it was wrong on so many levels, but I had to admit that was also the most enticing aspect of it all. And since she was the one wanting it, I had to ask myself who was defiling whom here?
I started to ask if she was sure, but I also didn’t want to give her a moment to re-think and change her mind.
I pulled the heavy door open and walked into the sanctuary, walking ahead of my niece to see if anyone was inside praying, or replacing the pencils and guest cards, or doing … whatever. When it was visible that we were alone, I spun around and curled my finger at her.
I already knew the perfect spot to fuck her senseless.
She giggled and followed me all the way down to the front of the church. I walked up the steps to the pulpit and winded around until we were navigating through the section where
the choir sang.
I sat down on the cushioned pew and unzipped my pants again. Savannah seemed to instinctively know what to do, dropping to her knees and wiggling between my legs.
“Your big, perverted uncle wants you to suck him off, baby.”
“Mmm, yes, Uncle Terry,” she purred, taking my cock in her grip the moment I pulled it out.
She stared at my cock as she ran her fingers up and down my length a few times.
I glanced around the church, checking all the doors to be sure I had a clear view if anyone were to walk in. Savannah was too low to be spotted, but I sure as shit didn’t want any surprises.
The thought of my niece blowing me right here where we were supposed to be pure, the one place we go to be forgiven of our sins, was making my balls build up with so much cum, I thought I would explode.
“Suck it, baby. We don’t have much time here.”
I leaned forward a little and ran my fingers over her nipples through her dress. She purred and wrapped her lips around my dick, making it throb angrily.
“Sssshhhhhhit,” I whispered.
Her fingers gripped the base of my dick tightly as she started bobbing her head up and down. I felt her tongue sweep along the underside, driving me insane with her “virgin” skills.
She sucked me so good, slurping sounds echoed around us. Her lips popped over my crown, and I gripped the sides of her head and pushed to the back of her throat, holding her steady as I dumped a load, no doubt spraying her tonsils.
She pushed against me with her palms, and I guided myself out slightly, allowing her to catch her breath before spurting some more cream on her tongue.
“Fuck, baby. You like sucking down your uncle’s cum in church?”
I reached down and fondled her tits as she murmured an “mm-hmm.”
“Damn straight you do,” I grunted as another pulse came out of me.
My balls were still heavy with cum, and my dick still a solid bar of steel. Good. I still had one job to do.
I tugged her hair, pulling her off of me. “Get up here and sit in my lap for a minute.”
I held a hand out and pulled her up off the floor, pulling her on top of my legs. I knew it was risky as hell, but I wanted to suck her titties for a second.
“Uncle Terry? What if we get caught?”
“We won’t,” I told her with more confidence than I really had. But I was too horny to care.
I pulled down the top of her sundress, and her tits spilled out. I cupped them in my hands and pressed them together before swirling my tongue in circles over her nipples, moving back and forth between the two as she moaned and purred.
I kept my ears open for any other noises, feeling my pulse hammer with fear and excitement. But what was the worst that could happen if we got caught? If anyone walked in here and saw us, they’d probably just turn right back around and walk back out.
I flicked my tongue rapidly over her buds, feeling them curl into points. I sucked them past my lips, and Savannah reached down to stroke my cock as she purred.
“Mm, fuck my pussy, uncle.”
I groaned and told her to get on the floor. She lowered her body in front of me, getting on her hands and knees. I stood up and got behind her, barely having enough room between the pews. But there was just enough for me to plow her from behind.
I lifted up her dress, slid her panties down to her knees, and ran my fingers over her slit.
“Oooh, yeah,” she moaned.
I grumbled as I discovered how slick she was. I coated my palm with her thick and creamy juices, then stroked my cock with my wet hand.
I then held onto the side of her ass and angled my cock head at her entrance.
“I’m about to take your sweet innocence, Savannah. Say your prayers that I don’t wreck that pussy too hard.”
She moaned and arched her back. For a virgin, she sure was desperate to get fucked.
I pushed until I felt a little resistance, then I rocked back and forth, enjoying the way her hymen was massaging the tip end of my cock. Soft whimpers came from her lips, turning me on even more.
I blew out a hard breath, gripped her hips, and pushed hard, busting through her cherry in seconds after entering her.
She jumped slightly and let out a soft cry, but as soon as the deed was done, I drove myself in deep.
“Fuck, baby,” I grunted.
“Yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck me good, Uncle Terry!”
I clamped my hand over her mouth and used my other arm to hug her waist as I fucked her good. My balls slapped against her pussy lips, and as Savannah lowered her head to the floor, I felt her walls tighten around me.
Damn, she was so tight, it was unbelievable. Her pussy contracted hard as she came. Her breath hit my fingers in hard bursts, and I moved my hand away from her face, trusting that she would stay quiet for the next few minutes until I was done.
I looked down at her ass, watched her arch her back, and I quickened my pace as I pummeled her. I reached around to her tits again and began fondling her nipples right before I released.
Listening to her moan and purr, and feeling her hard buds on the tips of my fingers, was enough to coax the cum from my balls.
A growl erupted from my throat as I came inside of her, my dick pulsating in hard bursts as my seed spurted over and over in her cunt.
“Fuck,” I whispered, moving in and out of her pussy as the last few pumps spilled from my dick slit.
I rotated my hips in a wide circle, and felt her walls give another hard contraction as her upper body jerked.
“You came on your uncle’s cock, didn’t you?”
She nodded, and I reached down to brush some of her hair out of her face.
“You look like you’ve been fucked good. How do you feel?” I asked as my cock slipped out of her pussy.
“Like I’ve been fucked good.”
I chuckled and helped her get up off the floor. Both of us were covered in sticky goodness, but it didn’t stop me from zipping my pants up or helping Savannah pull up her silky panties. I also pulled her back in my lap as I sat in the pew, planting kisses on her soft lips.
“This weekend is already half over,” she said, a little sullen.
“Yeah, it is. But I’m going to make sure tonight is a night you’ll never forget.”
“How’s that?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.
“Well, I’m going to sneak in your room and fuck you while you’re sleeping, probably.”
She giggled and bit her lip.
“That sounds like a good plan. What about tomorrow?”
I glanced out at the empty pews in the sanctuary. “Maybe we can find an empty Sunday school classroom to fuck in.”
“Oooh,” she said, standing up and pulling my arm. “Why wait? Let’s get started now.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as my niece dragged me away from the choir seats.
We only had about an hour and a half before the Easter egg hunt was supposed to start. Guess I didn’t have much time to defile her again. I had a feeling my dick was going to be begging for a reprieve before it was all said and done. But I was okay with that.
~The End
“Gloria”
***
When my step grandfather’s church has their annual barbeque, he invites me to come along. He’s only been my grandfather for a few months, but he seems nice, and I’ve always enjoyed summer socials with barbeques and music. So, even if it means hanging out with a bunch of do-gooders, I tell him I’d love to join in the fun.
He never specifies a dress code. And although I’m innocent, I’ve always enjoyed dressing provocatively. When he sees what I’m wearing, however, he does not approve. And he has no qualms about showing me just how much he disapproves by punishing me, right there inside the church. I can’t believe what else he wants to do…
“Are you sure you ought to be going to a church picnic dressed like that, honey?”
My mom was showing her prudish ways, not only with that question but in
the look she was giving me. Ultra-short, tight denim shorts with a sheer, backless drawstring halter top was definitely the type of outfit that showed a lot of skin. Couldn’t argue there.
“Mother, it’s not 1950. Women wear outfits like this all the time.”
She pursed her lips. “Maybe so, but it seems to me that most people at a church function would be dressed a little more … proper. Your bottom is hanging out of those shorts. And you’re not wearing a bra.”
I shrugged and grabbed my keys. “Well, I’m nineteen years old. Not twelve. So, I’m not going to worry about what anyone thinks. I’ll see you later on tonight.”
I walked out the door as my mom muttered a “have fun.” I was a little surprised she was giving me so much grief. My mom usually didn’t care what I wore, mostly because she knew I was still a virgin and wasn’t sleeping around. I just didn’t let society dictate my choice of ensemble.
And yeah, I had a nice body and liked showing it off. So what? I didn’t need any church do-gooders to get all judgmental on me. Besides, my grandfather had just asked me yesterday to come to this barbeque his church was having, so it’s not like I had time to go out and buy clothes that were “worthy” of his church.
I had only known my new step grandfather for about six months because that’s when my mom married his son. But he seemed cool enough. You know, like he understood the modern world. He was single, wore jeans and boots, drove a motorcycle and had a few tattoos. Hell, he was actually pretty hot for an older man. My guess was that he probably wouldn’t mind what I was wearing at all. He might even get a little wood.
When I got to his church, a crowd was already starting to gather in the upper parking lot. I could see the smoke rising from the grills they had going, and the band was setting up on stage.
I pulled out my phone and sent Granddaddy a text, letting him know I was heading up the hill.
By the time I got near the entrance, I could see a man standing next to the roped off area, passing out brochures to those coming through with a big grin on his face. When he saw me, the smile faded slowly from his lips, and he dragged his gaze up and down my body. As I approached him, his smile returned, but it appeared forced.
