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Thanks for Cumming
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Thanks for Cumming Shelly was a lucky girl. She had a lot to be thankful for. She was 19 and irresistibly sexy: full protruding breasts, a gorgeous face framed in long straight blonde/brown hair, penetrating blue eyes and a tight curvy body. She was also very smart, and a completely free spirit. In other words, she was a very naughty girl and quite kinky. One of Shelly's naughty secrets was that she loved older men, especially married men, even if they were related. She loved the reactions she could get from them: the hesitant desperation to have her, their lust open full and spread out before her as she worked her magic on them and, finally, their full explosive, orgasmic, no turning back, acquiescence to her will. So when she heard Uncle Bob was coming home for Thanksgiving, she arranged time away from college to go home for the festivities. Uncle Bob was in his 50s, not bad to look at and he had always wanted her. Bob & his wife shared no , and Shelly suspected almost no conversations as well, let alone sex. Shelly and Bob had shared many inappropriate flashings, gropes and rubs and feels over the years, most all initiated by Shelly. She felt it was time to take Uncle Bob to the next level. At the Thanksgiving meal, none of the relatives questioned Shelly's choice of attire, a red plaid skirt, short, and a button down white blouse, tied in front. They were all used to her extreme independence. And no one noticed that, as she sat next to Uncle Bob, she occasionally and quickly rubbed her breasts against him and groped him under the table. Bob was hoping for this, and kept a very still and unexpressive expression during the meal. After the meal, before desert, everyone relaxed in the living room and socialized. Shelly wanted to show Uncle Bob the newest video games in the basement. As they left together, no one gave it a thought; she was always dragging him off for one stupid thing or another. As they entered the basement, Shelly locked the door behind them. “No one will bother us.” She winked. “Go, sit on the couch.” Shelly giggled and walked over to the entertainment center and turned everything on. She selected a game and put it on demo mode, with the volume high enough to be heard upstairs. She sat very close to her uncle on the couch. “I don't really want to play video games, do you?” Shelly said as her hand slid up Bob's leg. “Remember Christmas a couple of years ago, when I let you finger me?” Bob sat motionless, frozen between fear of being caught and wanting to grab her between her legs. His beginning erection was obvious though. “I want you to do it again while I play with your cock.” She guided his hand between her legs and slid her panty aside. He slid one finger inside of her, then two. She sighed in a breathless manner that she found excited older men. Meanwhile, she undid his trousers and let his erection protrude. She squeezed it and jerked it, commenting on how “huge” it was. She was exaggerating for effect, of course. He reacted perfectly, reluctant to touch her and then all over her; over control mixed with the tipping point of reckless abandon. Suddenly she stood up before him and slipped off her panties. “I must have you!” Shelly said and turned her back to him. With a quick glace back, she said, “You've heard of casual couch sex haven't you? Here, let me show you...” She lifted her skirt and reached between her legs, grabbing his hard cock firmly. Then she lowered herself onto it as if sitting back on a stool. She had perfect aim and he entered her smoothly. Bob was trembling with excitement: that combination of fear and uncontrollable lust that she craved. She made muffled high pitch moans as she bounced up and down on his cock. His gaze was fixed on her beautiful ass. He put his hands on each cheek as she rode him. After a few minutes, she stood up and turned around, straddling him with her knees on the couch. Shelly grinded hard on Uncle Bob's cock. “Don't you love me fucking you?” Bob managed a nod. “Your sexy niece is fucking you. I want your cum!” She took both of his hands and drew them to her breasts. She turned her moans into squeals, high pitched and eager. The expression on Bob's face could be described as disbelieve coupled with joy. It was just what Shelly had wanted. It wasn't long before he started to stiffen a little. She knew what that meant and quickly leapt off of his cock, landing right next to him on the couch. She grabbed his shaft and jerked wildly, putting her mouth near his ear. “Pull up your shirt.” He complied. “I'm going to make you cum with my hand. I want to see your cum splatter all over your stomach and chest so that I can lick it off. Cum for me Uncle Bob, won't you?” In not time, Bob's face turned red and he stiffened even more. Hot, white cream shot out of the tip of his cock. She could smell it instantly and loved it. After the first huge spurt, there were quite a few more, each hard and full. His chest and stomach glistened. Shelly squeezed his cock as she began licking it off of him. He sat back with his eyes closed trying to catch his breath. “It's time for dessert!” Shelly's mom shouted from upstairs. “Be right there!” Shelly replied. She looked at Uncle Bob, close to him. “Aren't you thankful that you came? Thanks for cumming for Thanksgiving.” She reveled in the control she had over him, smiling. “There,” she patted his stomach, “all cleaned up. We'd better get dressed and go upstairs. Remember, not a word.” Bob nodded a yes. Once upstairs, everyone sat down again for pie & ice cream. No one suspected a thing, as usual. When asked if she wanted some<b> whipped </font></b>cream with her pie, Shelly smiled and replied. “No thanks. I snuck some earlier. I know I shouldn't have, but I'm so full of cream I just shouldn't have any more.” No one understood, not even Uncle Bob, that Shelly's smile reflected her thankfulness and gratitude for one thing more than any other. She was most thankful for a bold and daring sexuality that allowed her to revel in the domination and excitement of controlling any older man she wanted, anywhere and any way she desired. Under the long tablecloth, completely unseen, Shelly gave her uncle one last grope on his cock, just as he spooned<b> whipped </font></b>cream on his pumpkin pie. |
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