Literotic asexstories – Someone Old, Someone New by TrampsAnThieves,TrampsAnThieves This story – like many of those I have written – offers little or no physical descriptions of the characters. I purposefully try to keep things as vague as possible. It is also written in the first person. I do these things because I want this to be your story.
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My cousin’s little girl, Millie, is getting married today.
Millicent and I have never behaved like cousins – but that’s not because I’m only related to her by marriage. I consider her to be the daughter that my wife and I could never have.
Jane and I have always spoiled Millie more than the rest of my nieces, nephews, and cousins. Her mom and dad put up with it initially. Soon, it became almost expected. They have enough other children that me and Jane “borrowing” a kid from them almost went unnoticed. My wife and I spoiled the other kids too – but Millie definitely received the lion’s share of our attention.
When Jane died, two years ago, I was lost. I turned into a hermit.
I’m only here, today, because Jane made me promise that – if Millie ever got engaged – I’d deliver this package. Since today is Millie’s wedding day, it’s my last chance to keep my promise.
~~~
I arrived at the dressing room to find my wife’s favorite cousin and the bridesmaids standing outside of the door.
“See if you can talk to her,” Sara told me.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Cold feet,” she replied, opening the door and shoving me inside.
Millie was bawling. She was standing there in her bra, panties, garters, and white stockings. Her face was buried in her hands. She was bawling her eyes out.
Her hair was done up with baby’s breath and other frilly shit. She looked like a beauty pageant queen – a very sad beauty pageant queen. I hurried over and wrapped my arms around her. She started to shove me away and then realized it wasn’t her mom and looked up at me.
“I can’t do it,” she gushed, wrapping her arms around my ribs and holding tight, continuing to cry.
We held each other forever. She finally quieted.
“You finally out of hiding, old man?” she said, smiling at me through her tears.
“I wouldn’t even be here now, except that I promised your Aunt Jane I’d give you this.”
I handed her the box. It was white, about four inches square, with a gold ribbon tied around it.
She dried her eyes enough to see what I had and took it. She untied the ribbon and opened the box. Her eyes widened a little. I could tell there was more than one thing inside but I had never looked. She pulled out a note, closed the box and unfolded the paper.
When she had finished reading, she asked me, “Have you opened this?”
“She told me not to,” I replied.
“Did you?”
“No.”
“So, you have no idea what this says?”
“Nope.”
She handed me the note.
~~~
Beautiful, baby girl:
I have a word of advice for you – and a gift – if you will accept it. You know what? Let’s call it a loan.
I love you so much and I wish I could be there right now.
Whatever you do, sweet girl, don’t settle for a husband who doesn’t really love you.
Find someone who loves you just the way you are – and treats you like a queen.
If you’re like me, you’ll find that most of them want you to change.
Their words may not say it – but their actions will show it.
Luckily, I found this idiot standing here.
If you’ve found someone who loves you for who you are, I’m so happy for you. I wish you all the best.
If you feel like you’re having to settle for “the best you can get”, I want you to walk away right now.
If you think you need a man, take this oaf.
“Someone old, someone new, someone borrowed, someone..”
I’ll let you finish the poem yourself but it should involve cunnilingus.
He’s pretty good. Tell him what makes you cum. He’s trainable.
The rings are for both of you.
I love you, Millicent Anne.
I love both of you – and I want you both to be happy.
Take good care of my property until you return him to me.
p.s. I had the rings sized for you but, if they don’t fit anymore, resize them.
~~~
Millie opened the box and showed me the rest of the contents: an engagement ring and wedding ring for her — and my old wedding band. I had wondered what she’d done with it.
“Your dad’s gonna kill me,” I said.
“So, you WILL marry me?” Millie asked, watching my face closely.
“I’ve never thought of you as anything more than my little…”
“You love me though?” she asked.
“Of course I do, baby girl.”
“Don’t move,” she ordered.
She put the note back in the box and closed it. She darted over to the door, opened it, leaned out, grabbed her mom, pulled her inside, and closed the door again. She brought her mom over to stand by me and handed her the box.
“Uncle John just gave me this. It’s from Aunt Jane – but you’ll see that.”
My wife’s cousin opened the box, looked at the contents, removed the note, and read it slowly — twice. She folded it back up and put it back into the box, returning it to Millie.
“The wedding’s off?” she asked her daughter.
“Aunt Jane…” Millie began.
“I get it, baby,” her mother told her. “I know you’ve felt like you were having to settle. You’ve told me that multiple times. You’ve been beating yourself up for months.”
Turning to me, she asked, “You waited until today?”
“I didn’t know what was in it. Today was my last chance to keep my promise to your cousin.”
“Have you even left the house these last two years?” she asked me.
“I go to work… most of the time.”
“You read the note?”
I nodded, unsure about what else to do or say.
“You okay with this?”
“I told Millie that I’ve only ever thought of her as a daughter.”
“Mom!” Millie interrupted – or tried.
“Just wait, baby girl,” she said, holding a finger up in front of her youngest.
“Jane loved you,” she told me emphatically.
I nodded and said, “And I loved her.”
“And you’ve hermitted yourself away for two years, gaining what?”
“I don’t know. I’ve got nothing left to live for. Jane’s…”
“Well, now you’ve got something to live for, dumbass,” she growled. “Will you love her?”
“I already love her, I just…”
“Will you at least try to honor Jane’s request?”
“You know I will,” I told her.
Turning to her daughter she said, “Sell me.”
Millie’s face immediately started glowing with excitement. She took a breath and began.
“Nobody has ever loved me more than you and dad,” she began.
“Except Aunt Jane and Uncle John,” her mom finished.
“Exactly.”
“He’s old,” Sara said. “His pecker probably doesn’t even work anymore.”
“Mom! You and dad still fuck every night,” Millie said. “You always tell me that marriage isn’t about sex anyway. ”
“You’ll need somebody to take your cherry. You want this old fucker doing it?”
Millie’s eyes shot to mine; I found something interesting on the floor to look at.
“More than anybody else in the world..” she said softly. “Who else will treat me like a queen?”
It got really quiet in the large room. I continued staring at the floor, contemplating my life-choices – and the shoes I’d had kept for far too long.
“How soon do you want to get married?” Sara asked her. “Public or private? Small or large?”
I looked up at Millie’s face. My beautiful little girl. The young woman who was convincing her mother that I should be her husband?
“Let’s just call things off for today,” Millie said. “Uncle John and I can court until he proposes. We’ll figure the rest out then.”
“As chaotic as the rest of this day is about to become,” her mother replied, “I think that’s probably a good plan. For now, only the three of us should know about Aunt Jane’s gift.”
Millie nodded.
Sara looked at me.
“I’m still not sure this is a good idea,” I sighed.
“As much as I agree, it’s been well over two years since I’ve seen my little girl smile like she is right now,” she replied.
I looked at Millicent. She was smiling. She was beautiful.
She stepped up to me. “I want a kiss,” she told me.
I kissed her nose and hugged her.
“No, old man. Kiss me like you want to spend time with me.”
“I always enjoy spending time with you, sweet baby girl.”
“Then why did you abandon me for the last two years? Do you know how close I just came to settling for somebody who doesn’t love me half as much as you?”
Sara turned to her, and said, “That’s not fair…”
I interrupted, “No, she’s right. I shouldn’t have walked away.”
“Damn right,” Millie said. “Now. About that kiss.”
I released the hug, took hold of her hands, and leaned in to give her a little peck on the lips.
She pouted.
“What? You want to skip first, second, and third base and just have me shove my dirty, old cock into you?”
Her eyes brightened and I interrupted whatever she was about to say. “You said we’d court first. I’ll give you one more kiss and then you can plan our first date – right after you tell your fiancé that the wedding is off.”
I cupped her cheeks in my hands, looked into her eyes, and gave her a tender kiss.
She sighed heavily, and said, “That’s better.”
“On that happy note,” I said, smirking, “I think I’ll disappear before the fireworks begin.”
Sara surprised me by wrapping me in a strong hug.
“Don’t be a stranger, old man,” she said, grinning, before giving me a peck on the lips. “Jane must’ve known you’d disappear.”
“She knew me pretty well,” I admitted, giving my wife’s cousin a squeeze. “Please don’t hate me.”
“I couldn’t,” she said, releasing me.
“Not even if I’m thinking about sticking my dirty old pecker in your little girl?” I asked.
“If I know, you, you old buzzard, you’re planning some superbly magical get-away for your first date. Start simple, John. You know what Millie likes but you’re starting a new relationship.”
“Maybe I should date Millie’s super-smart gorgeous mom instead,” I said, smiling at her.
“I’m already taken, sweet-talker. Save that bullshit for my little girl.”
I kissed her cheek and we gave each other another little squeeze before she sent me out the door.
“Send the girls in, John. They might as well get changed.”
~~~
Just to be nosey, I sat in my car and watched things unravel. I was parked in the corner of the rear lot, slightly obscured by some trees. Most people didn’t even realize I was there.
After about a half-hour, I turned at the sound of my two passenger doors opening. Sara slid into the front seat and I glanced in the rear-view mirror to see Millie sneaking into the back. Neither door had shut yet.
“Can you give Millie a ride?”
I quirked an eyebrow at her and smirked.
Millie giggled from the backseat – she’d also heard the possible double meaning.
“To your house, you horny old goat. Have you even touched yourself in two years?” she asked.
My smirk got wider.
“Don’t answer that,” she ordered.
I glanced at the back-door of the church to see several people arguing. I glanced over and raised an eyebrow at Sara.
“I miss Jane,” Sara said tiredly.
“Me too,” I said, my smirk disappearing.
“She’s saved my ass,” her cousin said, matter-of-factly.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“This boy had money. I pushed Millie a little. Watching this unravel, now, though, I really feel so blessed that my cousin knew my little girl so well – even better than me.”
“You’re not being fair to yourself,” I told her.
“I should have seen some of this,” she said. “These people don’t even like each other – and I was gonna send my baby into the middle of that snake-pit.”
I reached over and squeezed her hand. She squeezed mine back.
“I’ll bring Millie some things later,” she told me. “Why don’t you two go find some lunch. Dave and I will stop by this afternoon. Where have you been sleeping?”
“On the couch,” I admitted.
“Have you even been in the bedroom since she passed?”
“I grabbed my laptop,” I told her.
“You sentimental fool. You just shut down?”
“I miss her, Sara,” I said quietly.
“And I love you for it – but you’re an idiot – a big-hearted fool.”
Turning to look over the backseat, she said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, little miss.”
“He loves me, mom, and I love him. He’s a big ol’ teddy bear – and now he’s MY teddy bear.”
Looking back at me, Sara reached over and brushed her knuckles against my cheek, drying the tear that had somehow escaped without me noticing.
“I’ll talk to Dave. We’ll swing by around two. You and he can chat while your new girlfriend and I get your room cleaned.”
“Can’t we just leave it?” I asked.
“I don’t think that’s what Jane would have wanted,” she told me.
“I don’t know if I can sleep in that room,” I said.
“She didn’t fucking die there!” she growled at me.
“That was our room.”
“… and she left a note for Millie to take her place. I think you need this. Try it my way first.”
I sighed, loudly.
“Take the girl to get something to eat and then go home. Dave and I will be there shortly.”
“Thank you,” I told her.
“Jane’s still watching you, fucker. You’d better get your shit together.”
“You’re right.”
“You’re damn right, I’m right – and you’d better remember that shit on my birthday,” she growled, smiling.
“You turn 50 this year, don’t you?” I asked, grinning evilly.
“You WOULD remember that, you old fucker,” she groused.
“You’re a month older than me,” I reminded her, smirking.
“Yeah, well, maybe we can have a wedding instead of a birthday party, you dried up old piece of shit.”
With that, she climbed out, eased her knee against both doors to latch them without making a sound, and then headed back over to the side-door of the church – avoiding the continuing meltdown that was taking place at the rear of the building.
Once she was back inside, I started the car and eased out of the lot.
~~~
We went to one of the local diners that Jane and I used to take Millie to as a kid. She made me sit in “our” booth. After we ordered, she put her hands on top of the table, palms up. I placed mine in hers.
“Uncle John,” she started.
“If you’re serious about this,” I told her, “you’re going to need to start calling me something else.”
“Studmuffin?” she asked, smirking.
It was a good thing I wasn’t trying to get a drink at the time. As it was I only choked on the saliva in my mouth.
I saw the waitress bringing our drinks and tried to release her hands but she wouldn’t let me go. The lady acted like she didn’t notice anything weird, but I had caught the look in her eye when she saw our hands joined together.
“Babygirl?”
“Yes, lover?”
“We’re going to get some weird looks – and we’re going to create a shit-storm with your siblings and cousins.”
“I don’t care.”
“You seriously need to think about this,” I told her.
“Honestly?” she said, “I don’t think I do.”
“How’s that?” I asked.
“You saw mom’s face – and you heard everything she said.”
“Yeah…”
“Does she sound like she’s against it?”
“I think she’s a little too worried about me – and not thinking about you,” I replied.
“Seriously?” Millie asked. “You weren’t standing in that church with me when I walked up to my fiancé and told him that I couldn’t do it – that I had changed my mind. He immediately said that I’d found somebody else. Mom defended me – not because of Aunt Jane’s note – but because she knew I wasn’t in love with him – and she’d started seeing what I’d been nervous about all along.”
“Okay.”
“… and then the shit-show started and she tucked me behind her like the mama-bear she is…”
I snickered at the thought. Jane and I had almost exclusive access to Sara’s children because she trusted us implicitly. We’d shared so much of ourselves with all of the kids – but more so with Millicent. All of that happened because Sara absolutely trusted us to take care of her kids like she and Dave would.
“See? Who loves me more than you? Only mom and Aunt Jane,” she said.
I looked at the table, thinking of the wife I’d buried. I started to tug my hands back.
“Oh, no you don’t! You fucker! Don’t you close me off. I’ll bite your dick, I swear it. I’ll crawl under this table right now, unbutton your pants, pull that beast out,…”
“Millicent Anne…” I growled.
“… and… he’s back,” she said, smiling from ear to ear. “Who loves you?” she asked.
“Your mom,” I said, smirking at her insolent face.
“You wanna fuck my mom?”
“Well…”
“Tell you what, you horny old goat. You can picture her face while you’re stuffing your cock into my pussy, taking my cherry, on our wedding night – but your dick will be inside of me – and not my mother.”
“I was just messing with you…” I told her, worried about how far she’d taken the jest.
“How long have you known me?” she asked. “Weren’t you and Aunt Jane the next ones to hold me after dad brought me out of the delivery room?”
I nodded.
“You held me before my mother did,” she said.
“I did, didn’t I?”
“I love you, Uncle John.”
“Babygirl…”
“Johnny?”
I shook my head.
“Master?”
I snorted.
“Old man?”
I shrugged.
“Can you still call me ‘babygirl’?” she asked.
“It sounds a little creepy but I guess I already do.”
“You can be my naughty daddy,” she said.
“Don’t make it any weirder,” I told her.
“How about Jay?”
“My first initial?”
“Yeah, but as a name – it also sounds like Aunt Jane’s name – since she hooked us up.”
“This is so weird,” I said.
“I need somebody to love me; you need somebody to get your fat ass off the couch.”
“My ass isn’t fat.”
“It will be if I let you stay a hermit, dumbass.”
“Hey now…”
“Mom called you a dumbass,” she said.
“Your mom’s earned…”
“… and I haven’t?”
I frowned at her.
“Fine. Old fucker. You gonna lick my pussy before we go to bed tonight?”
“How about we just cuddle and see how I do with this whole idea of moving back into my wife’s bed?”
“It’s your bed too.”
I stared at her hands as she rubbed her thumbs across my knuckles.
“I love you, Jay.”
“I love you, Millicent Anne.”
The waitress brought our food and Millie finally let go of my hands.
~~~
As we got into the car, I said, “Can we swing by the cemetery?”
“You’re driving,” she told me, “go wherever you want.”
“Is it okay?”
She nodded, taking my right hand in her left. She kept her hand with mine as I put the car in drive. She still held it when I dropped it into park again at the cemetery. She squeezed it before letting me go.
She got out and came over and claimed my hand, once more, practically dragging me to her cousin’s grave.
We stopped in front of the place and I tried to figure out what to say – what to ask. Other than work, the house, and the occasional stop at the grocery store, this was the only place I had visited over the last two years.
“Aunt Jane,” Millie said. “I got your note. I made this fucker read it and he’s being a pain in the ass. Tell him to straighten his shit out. By the way, I love you and I miss you. This big oaf misses you too and he’s locked himself away like a damned hermit – but – then – I think you knew he’d do that. That’s why you left that note – so I’d know to take over babysitting his ass. He’s gonna lick my pussy and I’m gonna suck his dick. When I finally get him to propose to me, I’m gonna give him my cherry.”
She looked at me and asked, “I forget anything?”
I turned back to look at Jane’s stone – to find an American Goldfinch sitting on top of it. It hadn’t been there a moment ago. It looked exactly like the one carved into her marker. Of all the birds that visited our feeders, those had always been her favorite.
It eyed both of us, turning its head to the side. It chirped once, spread its wings, and flew between us. When we turned to see where it had headed, it was gone. We were in the middle of the graveyard. There were no trees nearby. There was nowhere that it could have gone – but it wasn’t there.
Millie wrapped her arms around me and asked, “Happy now?”
I looked down into that cherub-like face. This was the face of that little girl who I’d held in my arms even before her mother had held her. Now she was holding me in hers. I wrapped my arms around her.
She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, staring into my eyes. Her lips were soft. It had been so long since I had kissed lips the way she was kissing mine.
“Grab my ass and kiss me like you love me or I swear I’ll pull your pants down right here and suck your dick til you jizz down my throat.”
I stared at her, not sure what to think.
Apparently, I took too long responding because she released me and – before I knew it – had my pants around my ankles.
She stroked my cock a couple times and it quickly grew to accommodate her request.
Oh, my!” she said, “I may have to call you Big Jay.”
As her mouth enveloped my cock-knob, my hands went into her hair. She ran her tongue all around the head of my prick, tasting me.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
She stroked me in and out of her mouth a few times and I was at my limit.
“Mills!” I coughed in warning.
She didn’t pull off. She shoved my prick to the back of her throat and swallowed over and over as my dick repeatedly pulsed – pumping jet after jet of my seed straight down her narrow throat.
“Jeez, Uncle John – er – Big Jay – when’s the last time you came?”
“Two years,” I said, looking down at her beautiful face.
“Yeah, well. That shit tasted a little funny. I think it was expired. I’ll need to try a fresh batch so I can tell for sure.” She grinned evilly. She stood up and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
Regardless of whether or not I had previously thought it was a good idea, Millie had just sucked a load out of my cock. I grabbed her by her ass-cheeks and lifted her up for a real kiss.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and nearly tore my lips apart with her kisses. She purred and moaned as she kissed the life out of me. When I squeezed her tight little ass in my fingers, she moaned. It sounded sexy as fuck so I did it again – a couple times.
A car pulled into the cemetery and Millie finally let me go.
“Shit!” she yelled. She dropped down to pull my pants back up and refasten them.
Once I was dressed, she led me back to the car. She stood by her door and waited for me to let her in. She stole another quick kiss before sitting down. I closed the door behind her and went to get in.
~~~
She held my hand and we stood in the doorway of the master bedroom.
“I’m gonna pull everything out,” she said, leading me across the threshold. “We’ll start fresh – paint and everything. You want the bed this way or is it okay to move it?”
“Where would you put it?” I asked.
“Here,” she said, pointing to the space.
“What about the TV?”
“You don’t need a TV. You’re gonna be busy licking my pussy.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“No TV – at least at the start. Maybe we’ll see later.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Anything need to stay?”
I looked around the room and shook my head.
“Do you want to help?”
“You shouldn’t do it all yourself,” I told her.
“Good.”
“You want any of her stuff?” I asked.
“I’ve got her husband and her rings. I think that’s enough,” she told me. “Maybe move the rest to the front room for mom to check?”
“Yeah, if your mom thinks anybody else in the family wants any of this, it would be better than throwing it away,” I agreed.
“The rest can be donated?”
“That’s fine.”
By the time her parents arrived, we had the room bare, the bed stripped, and we had moved it to its new location. We had just finished vacuuming and were trying to figure out if we were keeping any of the furniture. My vote was to start fresh.
“You actually got him in there?” Sara asked Millie, hugging her.
“Yeah. I had to suck his dick first, though,” she said, watching her dad’s face for a reaction.
Dave took it better than I’d expected.
We told them about the cemetery visit – and the finch.
Sara gave me a hug.
She was still holding me in her arms when she turned to Dave and asked, “Any questions or reservations?”
“It’s definitely a shocker – compared to where the day started but… I mean… It’s gonna take some getting used to.”
“The waitress at the diner looked at us funny,” I told him. “I’ve given Millie every warning I can think of that this is a bad idea.”
“From cousin-in-law to son-in-law, huh?” he asked me.
“I guess,” I said, shrugging.
“Mills?”
“Yeah, dad?”
“You sure about this?”
“Honestly, the only weird thing is sex and I know that’ll end up being one of the easiest. Daddy, I was this close,” she held her fingers up in front of her face, a centimeter apart, as she continued, “to fucking up my life today. Uncle John loves me almost as much as you and mom. Here.”
She handed him the box – and the ribbon. He opened it, took out the note, looking at the rings, and unfolded the note, sitting down on the couch.
He read it at least once.
“She knew,” he said, folding the note to put it back in the box. “She loved you, kiddo.”
“I loved her, too. She also loved this idiot who’s locked himself away for two years. She knows we care about each other and that I’ll take care of him and he’ll take care of me.”
He nodded.
After a minute or so, he said, “How long?”
“Right now, I’m gonna say six months – but I just sucked his dick in the middle of the cemetery – so he might be good for another two years now,” she said, smirking.
Her mother snort-laughed, looked at me and asked, “You haven’t even touched yourself, this whole time?”
I shook my head.
“It’s a good thing Jane loved your ass. You’re too stupid to exist on your own. Thank God, she’s got Millie as a backup wife to keep you out of trouble.”
Her daughter wrapped her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. I returned the kiss and hugged her close.
“Good thing,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Alright, Millie. Give your boyfriend a color-swatch and we’ll send these two lunk-heads to get the paint. Meanwhile, you and I can see what needs to be done with this stuff.
~~~
Dave and I didn’t really talk – but things seemed less “weird” by the time we got back with the paint, painting supplies, and the storage-totes that I’d bought.
The girls had moved the items into piles. The totes and the front room furniture were turned into display tables. Sara and Millicent took the paint and painting equipment out of our hands and sent us off for Chinese.
By the time we returned, it was hard to find a parking place anywhere near my house. There were cars up and down the street. I got hugged and kissed several times by the time Dave and I got the food to the kitchen.
Sara and Millie had texted every female in the family and told them to come over. After showing them Jane’s note (and the rings), they’d invited them to browse the stuff we were getting rid of.
I stuck my head in the bedroom to find way too many females working together to renovate the space. There were snickers, giggles, and the occasional swatted ass happening in there – I left in a hurry.
Fifteen minutes later, they emerged to drag Millie and me in for the final inspection.
After declaring it “perfect”, we were physically assaulted before we were allowed to return to the front room. I received several hugs, numerous kisses, and at least three of them groped me either while I was kissing them – or while I was kissing one of their relatives. It was a little safer in the front room – but I still got groped once more before all of the visitors had left.
More than half of Jane’s stuff had been re-homed. We threw the rest in the totes. Millie was going to hold onto things for a few others who hadn’t been able to swing by – and then we’d transfer the items to boxes before taking them to donate.
We sat down at the breakfast-bar and started on our dinner.
~~~
It still felt a little weird, holding Millie in my arms, as her mom and dad headed out the door – but it also kind of felt right.
Once they were gone, my lusty lover gave me a kiss that had my cock reflating.
“Stacy and Jeannie are coming back tomorrow to help me put on the second coat,” she said. “Guess we’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“We could use the guest bedroom,” I suggested.
“Nah. I want our first night in a bed together to be the one in our room.”
“We could go to a hotel,” I offered.
She thought about that for a minute or two before saying, “No. Let’s save the hotel for our honeymoon.”
“This is still a little weird,” I said.
“It’s about to get weirder, then,” she said, shimming out of her pants.
I stared at her youthful naked body as she undressed me.
“I’m old,” I told her.
“You’re my handsome boyfriend – who’s going to lick my pussy and make me scream his name. Someday you’ll ask me to be your wife. I will think about it for a half-second before screaming, ‘Yes!’ and then we’ll be married and I’ll give you my virginity.”
I groaned as she finished removing my clothes and dropped to her knees to suck the head of my cock while she stroked my dick with one hand and fondled my balls in the other.
A minute later, I was groaning as she took my seed onto her tongue and swallowed it down – capturing it all.
“Still a little tangy,” she said, smiling, smacking her lips. “You need more fruit in your diet.”
She stood to her feet, showed me her empty mouth, and kissed me like a mistress. I returned the kiss – and hugged my naked young lover to my body.
She led me to the couch where she sat down, directing me to kneel in front of her. She stuck the pillows behind her back and scooted forward so I had easy access.
Her pussy was bare – and flawless. I was so overcome with curiosity that I completely forgot that I was staring at the sex of a young woman that I had once considered a daughter.
She moaned and writhed as I inspected her – pulling her labia apart to get a peek at the tender pinkness of her vulva.
“Have you even touched yourself?” I asked.
“Just fingers,” she said, jerking a little as I teased a fingertip in to slide it across her slick folds. “God, yes! Touch me, Uncle John. I want to cum so bad!”
I had to taste her. I leaned forward and swiped the tip of my tongue along her inner labia, bringing her moisture to the roof of my mouth, smearing it around, analyzing it. She tasted like honey – with a little cinnamon. I dug my fingers under her ass-cheeks and held her in my palms as I dove in to taste all of her.
“Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Yes! Fuck, yes!” she called, grabbing my hair in her fists, and pulling me in.
I sent my tongue in and along every fold, teased every entrance, circled every bump, dove into every hole and crevice. She gasped, moaned, keened, and screamed. My cock was rock-hard already.
My ears were filled with her sounds, my nose was filled with her scent, and I savored her taste. She was like fine cuisine – nuances and flavors – exotic and exciting – but – like comfort food – I couldn’t get enough.
She tensed and screamed and her pussy squirted a little. I lapped it up and attacked her tight entrance – before working upwards, once more, taunting her body. It was obvious that I was heading for her clit – but I was taking my time getting there – and it was driving her wild. She tried to use my hair to drag me there – but I fought her – teasing her instead – around and in her secret places.
I drew near to her tender bud – but circled it and headed down again. She moaned. All at once, I set up on it like a wild beast – gnawing and sucking – using my lips and my tongue. She screamed. First she pulled me in tighter – then tried to drag me away. She came again – explosively – and I dove down to lap at her juices – rushing back to tongue her clit once more – causing her to writhe and scream again.
I stood, picked her up, sat on the couch, and set her on my lap – trapping my angry cock between our bodies. I pulled her in close so that her pussy and clit were mashed against my stiff prick.
“Oh God! Oh God! Uncle John! I want your cock so bad!”
“Just rub on me, baby,” I told her.
I leaned back a little and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me hard, as she rubbed herself up and down on my rigid dick.
“Fuck! Uncle John! I’ve never wanted a cock so badly in my life! You’re turning me into some kind of nympho!”
I raised her up and tucked my cock underneath her, setting her back on my lap.
She slid back and forth, rubbing it against her perineum and her ass-crack.
“Oh, Uncle John! That’s so naughty!”
She continued grinding her taint and ass along my rod – as it lay, trapped, on top of my legs. She slid back far enough to bump the head across the entrance to her vagina – before dragging it along her ass again.
“You’re living dangerously, little girl,” I warned her.
“Oh, Uncle John! It feels SO good.”
I got worried that she was going to spear herself and moved my cock back between our bellies again.
“Damn you, old man!” she growled – before keening as she rubbed her clit up and down my cock a few more times.
Her breath caught and she rubbed herself up and down, more and more, until her clit bumped across my cock-knob and she came – blasting my balls with her girl-jizz. After that, she just pressed herself against me and slowly writhed around – cooing and keening.
“Well, I think our first date went pretty well,” I said, finally. “Wanna go steady?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed the life out of me – while rubbing herself on my cock a little more.
“I think you’d better propose to me, old man, or I’m not gonna be able to hold off until our wedding night,” she said, when she finally released me.
I looked into her eyes, and said, “Are you sure you…?”
“Yes, dammit! I’m sure. Fucking ask me, you senile old man. I’m not giving you this pussy until you fucking marry me.”
“I can wait,” I said, grinning wickedly.
“My fiancé will take me back,” she threatened. Her face was serious.
I stared at her for at least another minute but she just looked back at me.
“Let me up,” I told her, intending to do this right, if it was going to be done.
“You don’t need to be down on one knee,” she informed me. “I like you right where you are, thank you very much.”
I sighed.
She glared.
“Millicent Anne Wilcox…” I began.
I paused, thinking she would interrupt – but she was waiting for me to actually say it.
“Millicent Anne Wilcox, it would make me the happiest fucker on this planet if you would agree to marry me and help your Aunt Jane keep my ass out of trouble. I promise to love you, with all of my heart, in this world and in the next.”
“Do you promise to fill my pussy with this lovely cock?”
“As often as you want it,” I told her.
“And lick my cunt?”
“Whenever you want,” I replied.
“Do you promise to spoil me rotten?”
“As always,” I said, grinning.
“Give me children?”
“If I can.”
“You promise to hold my hand and give me kisses – no matter who’s looking or what they say?”
“This is a lot longer than I was expecting,” I complained, “do I need a lawyer to be present for this?”
“Answer the damned question, old man!”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then I do too.”
Not trusting her – or myself – I picked her up, stood her up on the floor, and slid my boxers back on. She growled at me. I laid down on the couch, pulled her on top of me, and pulled the blanket over us.
“How soon?” she asked.
“As soon as you want,” I said, “but this is ’til death do us part’ so you need to be sure.”
“I’m sure. I’ve been sure since I read Aunt Jane’s note. I know I could never find someone who loves me more.”
“It’s weird, Babygirl.”
“You promised.”
“… and I’ll keep my promise.”
“I’m not Aunt Jane but you’ll love me like a wife?”
“I will.”
“How soon?”
“As soon as you want.”
“Tomorrow?”
“You want to get married tomorrow?”
“I want your cock inside me tomorrow.”
“When do you want to get married?”
“Let me talk to mom,” she replied, finally.
“Good. I love you, sweet girl.”
“I love you, too, Uncle John.”
I sighed.
She snickered – and gave me a peck on the lips – before laying her head on my chest and closing her eyes. We were both soon asleep. Even though I’d cum twice that day, I still had blue-balls – with a gorgeous little willing lover sleeping between my thighs.
~~~
“Did you have a good day at work?” Millie asked, meeting me at the door with a kiss.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I told her, accepting the hug and the smooch.
“I’m literally wearing fucking sweats,” she said, looking down at her outfit, laughing.
“Best looking sweats I’ve seen all day,” I replied, grinning.
“Are you just trying to get lucky, handsome?”
I pinched her ass as I went to change my clothes.
“Put on gym clothes,” she called out.
I stuck my head back into the front room, “Why?”
“I signed us up for the gym,” she replied.
“You signed me up for the gym,” I said, laughing.
“Both of us, I need to get fit so I can carry your baby,” she replied – no hint of a smile on her face.
“You’re hoping to get this old, fat man in shape to fuck you?” I asked.
“You’re already in good enough shape for that,” she said, smirking. “I’m getting you in shape to fuck for hours and hours.”
I had intended to hurdle the couch and scoop her into my arms. Instead, I caught my toe on the back of the seat, face-planted onto the cushions, and moaned as I did a quick self-check to see if I’d broken anything.
She laid on top of me and tickled me until I managed to dislodge her, roll over, and pull her down onto my stomach – repaying her for the unwarranted tickle-attack.
Her face was so full of life. Everything about her was the opposite of the last two years of my existence on this planet.
“Get dressed, old man,” she ordered. “If you’re good, we’ll swing by the hospital cafeteria, on the way home from the gym, and get you some lime Jell-O.”
“With the little chunks of pear in it?” I asked.
“Only if you’re REALLY good,” she replied, cackling in laughter.
I grabbed her in a hug, kissed her forehead, and went to get changed.
~~~
Two hours later, leaving the gym, I was sore as fuck. Millie had walked on the treadmill as I moved from machine to machine, trying to impress her with my “mad skills”. I’d be lucky if I could even move the next day.
She felt sorry for me and let me take her to DQ for small cones and chicken strips. Her cone was larger than mine and I accused her of flirting with the cashier to get an upgrade.
“That pimply-faced kid?” she asked, laughing. “He wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy if you handed it to him on a silver platter.”
We ate our chicken strips when we got home.
She opened up her laptop. I threw the trash away, and snuck around behind her to steal a hug.
“What ‘cha doing?”
“Signing up for my fall classes – and then figuring out where we’re going on our honeymoon. One week or two?”
“One please, I’m saving my leave time,” I replied.
She pouted but nodded. “I love you, Uncle John,” she said.
“I love you, too, Babygirl – but you need to call me something else in public or people are going to think you’re a hooker and I’m your date.”
“Cuz I’m dressed like a slut?” she asked.
“Because you look young enough to still be in high school and you’re calling me ‘uncle’ and ‘John’,” I replied.
“Snookybear?”
I shook my head, laughing.
“I’m sticking with Big Jay for now, I think,” she said.
“BJ?” I asked.
She laughed and said, “I’ll just yell, ‘Hey, cunt-licker’ and see who responds.”
“If they had any idea how gorgeous your cunt is, they’d all respond,” I told her.
She laughed and kissed me – before shoving me away. “Move that stuff to storage and see if the walls are dry,” she ordered.
I went to do what she asked. The walls still looked damp. I told her.
“We’ll sleep out here again, then,” she said, smiling at me. “I want a little more of what I got last night anyway,” she purred.
In the end, I laid on the couch and she rode my face as she worked on trying to get my cock to fit down her throat. I told her it wasn’t necessary but she assured me that she loved what I was doing to her and she wanted to reciprocate. I told her that I was more than happy with what she was already doing. Jane and I had tried a little of everything but Millie was definitely an eager little beaver.
It felt so good, falling asleep with her in my arms. My couch had never been so comfortable.
~~~
By the next day at work, the boss had figured out that something had changed. He asked me about it. All I told him was that my wife had left a note behind and hooked me up with someone and that it was getting serious. He was happy for me.
When I laughingly admitted that she was already planning our honeymoon, he told me to ask for two weeks.
“I’m usually ready to be back in my own bed after a week,” I told him.
“Give yourself a day for travel – there and back – that still leaves a week and a half for the trip. If you’ve found somebody that’s willing to put up with your grumpy ass, give them all the time they want,” he ordered.
When I got home, I told Millie – who laughed and said, “That’s perfect.”
“Not as perfect as your tight little butt in those cut-offs,” I told her.
After dinner, Dave and Sara dropped by and we talked about timelines, venues, and guest lists. Sara wanted to hold off until the winter break and do a beach wedding. That would also give the jilted fiancé a little more time to move on.
When Millie complained that she wouldn’t be able to wait that long, Dave raised an eyebrow at me. He snickered when I turned red.
I complained to them about her signing me up for the gym. Millie responded by ratting me out about tumbling over the couch to try to tackle her. I gave up trying to defend myself as the three of them howled in laughter.
“How about this?” Sara offered. “Labor Day wedding on the gulf – just family. You wait until the winter break to do your honeymoon and I’ll make David take me on a second honeymoon.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “That won’t be awkward. Dave and I can talk about how much pussy we’re getting.”
They all laughed and I thought that was the end of it – but – as we listened to the girls discussing their plans, I realized that the idea had stuck. I looked over at Dave. He shrugged and smiled.
“If my little girl is half as hot as her mother is in the bedroom, you’ll be way too tired to brag,” he said, laughing.
“I am both super-uncomfortable right now – and super turned-on,” I told him.
That only made him laugh harder.
“Keep it down, over there, meatheads. We’re working,” Sara growled.
“Working at spending our money,” David growled back.
“Money well spent, lover. Just wait and see,” she promised.
By the time her parents left, Millie was so worked up that I was sure she’d have my baby inside of her before the night was over.
It was our first night in the bedroom.
When we walked in, I looked at the new layout. The only thing left over from the old room (other than the bed itself – which looked completely different) was a drawing that Jane had done of her favorite bird. It wouldn’t have made it into the Chicago Art Institute but it was good enough that you could tell what it was. She had drawn it when she’d just become bedridden – about a year before she passed.
As I stared at the framed drawing, hung above the center of the headboard, Millie stepped up behind me and wrapped her arms around my ribs – squeezing me and looking up into my face.
I looked down at that mostly-innocent horny face that was staring at me. I was still having trouble getting used to this.
“You okay, old man?” she asked, grinning.
A lusty kiss rocketed me out of my revelry. She rewarded me with another each time I removed another article of clothing. Soon we were both naked.
She had me lie down on my back in the middle of the bed. She prowled up my body. I can’t imagine how a girl – so young and beautiful – sees anything sexy about my body. I’m entranced by her. Not only is she gorgeous – but she makes my heart palpitate – in a really good way.
I sit at my desk, at work now, and hurry through my tasks so that I can race home and get a hug from her. How did Jane know I would shut down so completely? I still miss her but, God, it’s amazing to have somebody to care for again.
I loved Millie like I did before – but now I love what she does to me – and what I can do for her. It still feels wrong – but it also feels so right. I’m glad Sara and Dave are so accepting. Jane and Sara always did think alike. Her cousin read that note and it was like a light-switch flipped. All of the sudden it was okay for someone who’d been like a brother to be dating her little girl.
Millie. The amorous little vixen was currently bumping the head of my prick back and forth across the entrance to her vagina as she rubbed her vulva up and down my cock. My stiff prick was lying flat against my stomach – mashed against my body by the weight of the little beauty who was moaning in lust as she rubbed herself up and down on me.
“Uncle John….” she keened.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to have it inside of you, Babygirl,” I cautioned her.
“I want it,” she moaned.
“You’ll be happier if you wait,” I advised her.
“I’m not sure I will,” she complained.
She raised herself up – squatting over me. She lifted my prick and lined it up with her entrance – lowering her body until the crown was nestled into her tight opening.
“Millie,” I growled.
“Cum inside of me,” she ordered, “just like this. I want to feel it.”
“It’ll go in,” I warned her. “It’ll get slick and you’ll forget to hold yourself up, and I’ll rip your hymen as my cock slides inside of you.”
“I’ll hold the head,” she promised. “You jerk off until you cum in me. Please,” she implored.
She wrapped her small hand around the head of my cock. The touch of her fingers was electric. The feeling of her tender pussy, pressed against the top of my prick was nut-wrenching. I was going to cum in gallons.
I gripped my cock just below where her hand was holding me. I stroked down – and then up again – bumping against her hand – sending tremors through her fingers – into my knob – and up into her vaginal entrance.
She moaned. I think I did too.
I did it again – a little faster. She moaned again.
I stroked my cock as I watched the anxious need and expectation on her face. Her hand and her pussy were so soft.
I grunted as my cock lurched and my seed started pumping up my shaft – into her clenched opening.
“Oh, God!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh! Fuck!”
With my hand still pressed against the bottom of her fist, I felt her fingers losing their grip. I quickly wrapped my fist around hers. My seed continued to blast into her. Some of it was going in – but most of it was dripping down over our hands and my cock. I twisted my cock-knob, coaxing the last few spurts to fire inside of my lusty lover as she lost the ability to hold herself up. My cock and my fist were keeping the lower half of her body in place.
Spent, I leaned my cock towards my stomach and it slid across her vulva – bumping her clit – before coming to rest between our bellies. We were a mess – a sated, blissful mess.
“That was so hot,” she said, finally.
“We’re going to have to sleep on the couch again,” I told her, laughing.
“We’ll get a towel,” she said, leaning up a little to look. “I came hard,” she said.
“You came too?”
“When you started spurting in me,” she said, nodding. “I squirted but you probably didn’t feel it because your shit was going everywhere.”
I took her chin in my fingers and kissed her nose and then her mouth.
“We should just go to the Justice of the Peace tomorrow. I want your cock,” she said.
“You just need to quit trying so hard,” I told her. “Enjoy the oral.”
“I already enjoy it – I just want more,” she said.
“You could try it in the butt,” I offered. “Aunt Jane liked that once in a while.”
“I don’t think so,” she replied.
“That’s fine,” I told her. “If you’re adamant that we’re sleeping here tonight, we need to get up carefully and then go find a towel.”
She raised up, scooped the stray droplets off of her body onto her fingers, and brought them to her tongue. Soon, she was clean enough that she could climb off of the bed without making the mess worse. She quickly returned with small bath-towels that we could use to clean me and the bed.
Once the mess was cleared away and the towels were in the hamper, we shut off the light and crawled into bed together.
“I love you, sweet girl,” I said.
“I love you, old man,” Millie replied. “I wish you’d just let me slide it in.”
“Nobody wants that more than me, Wild-thing,” I assured her.
She brought my free hand to her ass and squeezed my fingers. I groped her ass and pulled her up for a long, lusty, goodnight kiss.
~~~
Over the next several weeks, she got a little better at contenting herself with oral sex. She was now deep-throating me with little more than a mild gag-reflex. I rubbed her belly and kissed her – giggling about all those poor sperms – searching and searching for her egg in vain.
Millie refilled the bird feeders and we kept the blinds open whenever we were eating dinner or relaxing on the couch. We watched our visitors. I expected to see the Goldfinch return – but it never did.
~~~
September finally arrived. Millie would soon start her Junior year of college.
Early on Saturday morning, we climbed into her car and headed for Gulf Shores, Alabama. We stopped a couple times for gas and stretched our legs. Millie had already put her bikini on and showed it to me. She was absolutely gorgeous in it and I was worried about what Dave would say when he discovered how little it covered. I drove the whole trip with a hard-on, thinking about being on the beach with my little hottie, wearing her sexy swimsuit.
We grabbed an early drive-through dinner on the road and got to the hotel after 8 o’clock. I was starving but Millie promised me a snack before bedtime. I really wanted something for my stomach – but I would content myself with munching her tight little twat instead. When she made that cute little face when she came, I’d have everything I wanted anyway.
She climbed, naked onto the bed, and opened herself up for me.
I laughed and asked, “What are you doing, Hot Stuff?”
“Rub your dirty cock up and down my cunt until you cum. I need some crème-sauce for my tuna taco.”
I stripped the rest of my clothes off and growled as I climbed over her luscious form.
Her slit was open – and glistening. The head of my prick slid, easily, up and down her lust-slicked vulva. When I bumped across her entrance, she humped her hips up at me – playing a dangerous game. I gasped as the head poked at her clenched opening.
“Babygirl!” I warned.
“I wants it,” she hissed. “My precious!”
I snickered at her horrible Gollum impression, groaning at the stimulation her sex was giving my knob as I slid it up and down her pink trench. I rubbed my cock-head all around her distended clit and she growled at me.
I scooted back, latched my mouth onto the bottom of her mons, and sucked the whole area – flicking her clit with my tongue as I sucked hard.
She squealed and squirted.
I licked her slit from top to bottom once and then leaned forward to see what the extra lubrication did for what I’d been doing to her.
It was like a Slip ‘n Slide now. I rubbed the head of my dick back and forth across her slit faster and faster – bumping against every dent and divot – driving both of us crazy.
I laid my cock down the length of her slit, trapped it in place by laying on top of her, and started pistoning my hips – fucking my rod up and down her vulva – harder and harder – my ball-sac slapping against her perineum each time.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” she moaned.
I sucked her tender nipple into my mouth – gnawing on it as I plowed back and forth across her sex.
Her legs locked around me just before she trembled and came again – blasting me with another little squirt. Her ankles were still hooked around my hips as I raised up, gripping my lurching prick, as my seed started spraying onto her body. I rubbed it back and forth, painting her whole vulva with my gooey spunk.
“I want to suck you clean,” she said.
She closed her legs – trapping my jizz between them. I crawled up her body and brought my messy cock to her mouth.
She massaged my balls and did her best to suck out any leftovers. I was sure there was nothing left but I let her try.
When she was finished, I sucked both of her nipples and then kissed her hard.
“Want a towel?” I asked, looking into her smiling face.
“Not really, but yeah,” she said. “Tomorrow, you’re cumming inside of me.”
“You on the pill?” I asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she giggled.
When I didn’t respond to her teasing, she said, “Yes. For now. I want to finish college first.”
I handed her the towel and leaned down to give her another kiss.
“I think that’s a good choice,” I told her.
“I’m talking to Sally…”
“Your cousin?”
“Yeah. She’s gonna fit us in at her daycare.”
“Planning ahead?” I asked.
“Once our second one arrives, I’ll take off work and stay home with them until they’re in school.”
“Aren’t you a little young to be planning that far ahead?”
“Aren’t you a little old to be starting a family?” she asked.
“Touché.”
“We’ll stop after four,” she said.
Only the slightly upturned corner of her mouth told me that she was kidding. Her eyes looked serious. I still wasn’t really convinced that four was not the real number.
I turned off the light, pulled the covers up, and snuggled close.
~~~
“Good morning, husband,” she said, when I opened my eyes.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I told her.
She giggled and kissed me – and then kissed me again.
The rest of the day turned into a blur.
At sunset, we were standing on the beach, giving our vows, and exchanging our rings. I looked at her hand, trying to remember when I had proposed.
We kissed and several cousins started shooting off fireworks.
The DJ played some slow songs and we danced with each other – and then everybody who came to cut in.
When she was back in my arms again, she peeled off her wedding dress and revealed that she was wearing her bikini underneath. Some cousins stored the dress away while another brought her a thin cover-up to go over the bikini.
Millie pulled me in for another wedding-ceremony kiss and moaned as I returned it in full.
A half-dozen cousins appeared. One was holding my swim-trunks aloft with a wicked grin on her face. Millie and the girls surrounded me and started removing my clothes. In seconds, I was naked – and being fondled by my bride as well as most of her lecherous squad-mates – before they finally handed over the trunks and allowed me to get decent.
They cackled in laughter as they disappeared with my tuxedo – and the leopard speedo that Millie had talked me into wearing that morning.
I looked around to find that everybody else had changed clothes as well.
Once the formal-wear disappeared and the swimwear was on display, the real party started. I quickly found myself in Sara’s arms and was very surprised to discover that her bikini matched her daughter’s.
She gave me a lusty kiss and we danced together for a while – before Dave brought his daughter over – and we traded partners.
An hour or so later, Millie informed the family that she was taking me to bed.
She practically drug me across the beach – towards the hotel – as her siblings and cousins whistled and cat-called after us.
We rinsed our feet under the sprayers – and again in our room. The last thing I wanted in the bed with us tonight was sandy grit.
Once I was sure we were clean, I picked her up and carried her to the bed.
I laid her on it, pulled the strings to release her bikini-bottoms, and pulled the cloth away.
I dove in and tasted her – touching all her favorite spots – and sending her into unending moans. She gripped my hair and held me to her sex as I devoured her. She brought me to her clit long enough to get a squeal and then she pulled me away again.
I teased my tongue into her entrance and it opened like a flower blossom.
“I’m so ready,” she moaned. “Please.”
I crawled up and kissed her and then got off the bed to drop my trunks. She removed her top, pulled the blankets out of the way, and moved to lay in the middle of the bed.
I went to the foot, ran my eyes over her gorgeous body and then prowled in to attack.
“Oh, God, Uncle John. I want your cock so bad.”
“My sweet little girl, you’re about to get all of it you can handle,” I promised.
“Yes…” she moaned.
I sucked each nipple and then moved to her mouth. I kissed her lips – softly at first – and then hungrily. She growled and then moaned.
She reached between us, lined my cock up with her entrance, and hooked her legs behind my back, pulling me in.
“It’s gonna sting for a second,” I warned her.
“I know,” she said, watching my face. “I love you, Uncle John.”
“I love you, Millicent Anne. You are too young for me.”
“Shut up and fuck me, old man.”
I pressed in and then gasped as I slid inside. Millie yipped as her hymen tore – but she was already hunching herself onto me.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and grabbed her tiny little ass in my hand as I slid my aching cock in and out of her.
“God!” I moaned. “You feel like Heaven.”
Millie kissed me hungrily as I stroked in and out of her. She gasped and released the kiss as her body tumbled through the first orgasm – her pussy spritzing me a little. As much as it drove me crazy with lust, I waited for her breath to return.
“More,” she ordered.
I went back to it. I fucked her for another fifteen minutes before she came again. This time I kept fucking her and tremors shook her as she moaned and writhed beneath me.
When her eyes opened again, she said, “Okay, now fuck me, Uncle John. Pump a baby into me. I want to feel your seed filling me.”
I peeled her legs off, pushed them up to her ears, and fucked her like a $5 whore. She cussed like a sailor, moaning and growling, yelling at me to knock her up.
When my orgasm arrived, I pushed into her until my cock-head brushed her womb. I kissed her hard and pumped her full of my seed. Her arms were wrapped around my neck. She cried and moaned and writhed as I filled her with every drop I could muster.
She looked up – into my eyes – and then – just like she had – the first time I’d given her an “under-doggie” in the swings at the park – she smiled and said, “Again.”
I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. I collapsed on top of her and rolled us over to bring her on top of me.
She kissed my face over and over as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Thank you, Uncle John,” she said. “It was everything I had dreamed of.”
“Sweet girl,” I said, holding her face in my hands.
“You fucking spout more of that mindless shit about this not being right and so help me, I’ll…. I’ll…”
“I love you, sweet girl,” I said.
“I love you, too, old man,” she replied, laying her head on my chest.
I pulled the blankets over us and turned off the light.
~~~
Millie woke me early the next morning so we could fuck again before we showered to head for home.
We saw Sara and Dave as they headed through the lobby. My mother-in-law looked freshly-fucked as well. Like mother, like daughter, I guess.
I wasn’t sure why we hadn’t carpooled with somebody.
Millie made me stop to fuck her two more times on the way home. I guess that’s why we hadn’t ridden with somebody else.
As I plowed her tight little cunt the last time, I wondered if Millie’s dad was somewhere along the interstate, with her mom bent over the trunk of the car, ramming his prick into his gorgeous wife the same way I was his daughter.
Millie napped the last couple hours and had recuperated enough to want fucked once more before bed. Between the hours on the road – and having already fucked her three times that day – I was spent. She led me to the bed, undressed me, laid me down, and rode me through a couple climaxes. When she finally convinced my balls to dump their hard-earned load, I was asleep almost before I’d finished cumming.
~~~
For the next three months, life was simple: get up, go to work, come home to a kiss and a hug, spend the evening with my wife, fuck her full of spunk, and go to bed. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we went to the gym.
On Saturdays, we went out for dinner. On gym nights, we had yogurt and an apple. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays, Millie and I cooked. I was eating a little healthier, I was getting more exercise, and I was getting more sex than I’d ever had in my life. Even Jane had only wanted sex two or three times a week. Mind you, I wasn’t complaining – and I was feeling better than I had in a long time – but Millie was insatiable.
Before I knew it, September, October, and November had disappeared – and our honeymoon was coming up.
~~~
We met Dave and Sara at the airport. When the girls headed to the bathroom, I thought about asking him how the trip home in September had gone. I chickened out.
Before the girls came back, he leaned over and asked me if Jane and I had ever done it on a plane. I told him ‘no’. He said Millie and her mom were trying to decide if they were going to do it. I told him I’d been in those bathrooms before and I wasn’t sure how you’d fit more than one person in there.
As we spotted the girls coming back, he whispered that he wasn’t sure they were planning to use the bathroom. It was then that I first noticed that they were both wearing pleated skirts. Sara and her mom were both fairly small-framed but I wasn’t really sure how that was going to work.
It didn’t really matter to me, either way. I was pretty sure that – by the time we got home – my dick was going to need a hospital-stay in order to recover.
~~~
An hour into the three hour flight, I was considering a nap when I felt Millie slipping out of the seat. She moved across the aisle – to her mom & dad’s seats – draped a towel across her shoulders, and put her hands on the seats to steady herself.
Her parents were being pretty quiet but it was still fairly obvious that they were having sex. One of the stewardesses walked past but didn’t say anything.
Ten minutes later, they were done. There was a faint smell of sex as they separated but it cleared pretty quickly.
Millie returned and kissed me as she undid my fly and pulled my pants to my knees. Her mom came over with the towel as she climbed onto my lap. When she lifted her skirt, I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties.
As my hot little wife slid my cock into her slippery cunt, I noticed that Sara had the towel behind her – as Millie had done – but – instead of facing the aisle – she was facing us – watching her daughter ride my cock. I looked in her eyes and she nibbled her bottom lip, glancing at her identically-dressed child as she rode my cock.
“Is she watching?” Millie whispered into my ear – her face beside mine as she bounced up and down on my aching prick.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Are her nipples hard?”
I looked. They were poking against the material of her thin blouse.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Touch one,” she whispered.
“No,” I replied.
“She won’t tell daddy,” my little succubus said.
“No,” I said.
“Watch her eyes – when you cum in me,” she ordered. “I told her I’m off the pill – that you’re gonna give me her grandbaby. She wants a little girl. So far, they’ve all been boys. Cum in me. Give me a little girl.”
As I felt my cock lurch inside of her – and my balls fire – I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut. It didn’t matter. I could still see Sara’s eyes, in my mind, watching me fuck her wicked little girl.
I felt Millie’s cunt clench when she felt my jizz fire into her. A little moan came out of her and I moved my hand to cover her mouth. I glanced over at Sara. She was smiling at me – like a parent with an unruly child getting a sympathetic nod from a fellow passenger. I looked at Millie. She was staring at me. I moved my hand and she kissed me hungrily. I grabbed her ass and pulled her harder onto my cock – but the fireworks were over.
Millicent climbed off, bent to suck my cock clean of our mess, and helped me pull my pants back into place. Afterwards, she pulled out a pair of panties and slid them on, dropping into the seat beside me to hug my side. I wasn’t sure when Sara had left. I looked over and she and Dave were kissing and cuddling.
Millie climbed across my lap, used the towel as a blanket, and fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I held her close and rested my eyes.
I kissed her awake as I felt the plane begin its descent. She was back in her seat by the time the seatbelt light came on.
~~~
Millie fucked me before breakfast and before bed every day while we were in Mexico. Thankfully, the flight home was quiet. (Little did I know that she was recharging to fuck me again before bed that night, back at our place.)
Cancun was delightful. I actually had an amazing time – in addition to nearly being fucked to death by my cute little wife. I was actually a little sad when it was time to go home. I was still looking forward to sleeping in my own bed – but the trip had been amazing.
After breakfast, each day, we had gone beach-combing. After lunch, we relaxed around the pool. At night, we had dinner and did some dancing – or were entertained by the shows performed by the resort staff.
I had been worried about honeymooning with Dave and Sara but they were wonderful traveling companions and I ended up really enjoying having them with us. After a couple days in, it seemed like we were two normal couples.
Millie tried to get me into some naughtiness with her mother a couple more times but I had decided she was just doing that to get me worked up. It worked. Sara was exactly what I expected Millicent to turn into as she matured – a confident, sexy woman. Hell, my little wife was already all of that. Her mother was just a little more refined. The voyeuristic show on the plane, though, showed that she was still a free spirit – or at least she was when her sexy little girl was being extra naughty.
For the most part, all of our couplings took place in our room. We snuck out, late one night, and fucked in the pool. Three other couples were doing the same thing. I only noticed them for the first couple minutes and then my sexy little señorita had my full attention.
We also had a moonlight fuck on the beach one night. We managed to avoid getting sand in any “hard to reach” places – so I was happy. I was also happy to dump an overflowing load of cum into my hot little lover.
We did some stand-up paddle-boarding one afternoon and snorkeled another but – otherwise – the routine at the resort was calm, relaxing, and so much warmer than the Midwest.
Soon enough, we were headed home, digging out our sweatshirts, and landing at an airport where the ground was covered in snow.
My boss had been right. It was nice, having the extra day off when we got back. We did laundry, drank hot cocoa, and I filled Millicent Anne with a couple rounds of holiday cheer.
~~~ Epilogue ~~~
Millicent Anne was not the only girl with a protruding belly to receive her degree at graduation — but she was definitely the biggest. She delivered Carver Jean two days later. Dave and Sara were in the room with me when my beautiful little boy came into the world. Carver’s names come from Jane’s maiden name and an anagram of her first name.
A year later, Simeon David joined our family. Millie’s parents were there once more. My second son’s names come from Jane’s dad and Millie’s dad. Simeon’s hair had an auburn tint to it. Jane’s hair had that same characteristic.
Millie desperately wanted a little girl. We tried and tried, without success, for the next two years.
Sara suggested a vacation, to help alleviate my wife’s increasing stress, and the four of us escaped to Cancun, once again, to reenact our honeymoon. Millie’s sisters kept the boys for the week.
By our best calculation, SaraJane Anne was conceived on a moonlit beach in Cancun, Mexico as my lovely little vixen rode my cock while I nursed on the same mammaries that had weaned my boys.
At the time, it was just one more blissful joining with the joy of my life — but it resulted in even greater joy — for all of us.
Grandma Sara was the first to touch and hold our little angel. Grandpa Dave cut the umbilical cord. We all cried as my feisty, adorable, little wife told the nurse the baby’s name — an amalgam of the names of my first love and her first cousin. My gorgeous girl, of course, shared her mother’s middle name.
Millicent Anne looked at her mother — holding our angel — and called me over to her side. Still tired and sweaty from all of her labor, to deliver our beautiful little girl, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me until we were both breathless.
Out in the hallway, the boys left fingerprints on the windows when they came for their first chance to see their new sister — and then promptly begged their aunts to take them to the vending machines to get a treat. You can search the whole world over and you won’t find three kids more adored and spoiled than ours. When Papa and Nana aren’t pampering them, one of my wife’s siblings or cousins is.
Coming home from the hospital, when we pulled into the drive, Millie pointed to the Goldfinch, sitting on top of the bird feeder, in front of the living room window. The finch stayed where it was until we got SaraJane into the house. Millie took our daughter from the carrier and held her up to the window. The bird bobbed its head twice, chirped, and then flew away. We’ve never seen another at the feeders since.
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The End.
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