The door was ajar. Marsha peeked inside and saw her Uncle Roy bent over a lathe. She took a deep breath and entered, closing the door behind her.
Roy Cole looked up and saw his niece. He started to say hello, then gulped when he realized how little Marsha was wearing. There was an instant bulge at the crotch of his khaki pants.
"Cat got your tongue, Uncle Roy?" Marsha spoke first.
"Sh-shouldn't you put on some clothes?" Roy stammered to his scantily clad niece.
"What for?" Marsha answered, approaching her flustered uncle.
"I-I can see too much of you," Roy stammered.
"Don't you like what you see, Uncle Roy?" Marsha purred. "I'm pretty enough, aren't I?"
"Maybe too pretty," Roy choked, his eyes fastened on his niece's shapely, teenaged body. "That nightgown's just too much for me, I guess."
"No problem. If it bothers you, I'll just take it off," Marsha said.
Before her uncle could stop her, Marsha was naked. She pivoted around in a circle, showing all of herself off.
"You've got to get out of here before something happens we both regret," Roy rasped in desperation as he hungrily stared at his naked niece.
"I don't think I'd regret anything except leaving you all alone down here with a stiff cock you can't use," Marsha boldly told her uncle.
"Stop it," Roy pleaded.
But he just stood there when Marsha reached out and unzipped his swollen fly.
Now Roy muttered to his niece, "What are you going to do?"
"Take out your cock and suck it until you come in my mouth," Marsha stated bluntly. "That ought to get you into the mood to fuck me."
"You're crazy," Roy whispered.
"No, just horny," Marsha replied.
And then she dropped to her knees before her trembling uncle. She pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Raising her face to his crotch, she folded her lips around the red knob of his jutting prick.
"Mmmmmm, you're really hung," she told her uncle with her mouth full of his cock-head. "Your prick is even bigger than I expected. Wonder if I can swallow the whole thing."
"Something tells me you won't have any trouble at all," Roy answered.
"Only one way to find out," Marsha said.
She took a slurping gulp of prick, forcing the head all the way to her throat. Her uncle's hips surged in reaction. The rest of his long cock hilted Marsha's mouth under its own power.
Now Marsha began sliding her lips back and forth along the thick barrel of her uncle's cock. Roy's response was automatic. His hard-on started jerking back and soon he was fucking Marsha in the mouth.
"I could go to jail for doing this to my own niece," Roy mumbled to himself. "But, damn, I can't stop! Never had my prick sucked so good."
This was just what Marsha wanted to hear. She knew now that her uncle was completely hooked on incest. She could make him do any thing she wanted. And what she wanted right now was a sixty-nine.
With his cock still in her mouth, Marsha pulled her uncle to the floor. Then she climbed on top of him, swinging her naked body around so she straddled his face while she went down on his cock.
Roy looked up into Marsha's open cunt and felt his heart thump. Never had he seen anything that excited him more than his niece's teenaged pussy. He had to eat it, especially after some cunt juice dripped into his mouth and he tasted how sweet it was.
Roy put his hands on Marsha's ass cheeks and lowered her hairy crotch to his face. When the lips of his mouth sealed the lips of her pussy, he knew there was no turning back. He was ready to go as far with his niece as she would let him, and that promised to be to the ultimate in sucking and fucking.
As his prick was devoured at one end of the sixty-nine, Roy used his tongue in Marsha's cunt at the other end. He hadn't eaten pussy in a long time because his wife didn't like it, just as she wouldn't blow him. But the many years of oral inactivity hadn't left Roy at all rusty. He'd been an expert as what was known as muff-diving during his hitch in the Navy, and now he felt like he'd rolled the clock back and was a horny kid again.
Some guys tried to use their tongues like cocks when they were eating pussy. But Roy used his like a snake. It wriggled and squirmed in his niece's cunt until she was so juicy that her honey dribbled down his chin.
"Gonna come!" Marsha let up on her cocksucking just long enough to announce.
When Roy heard that he took his niece's pussy lips and clit inside his mouth and turned on the suction. Marsha climaxed and her hot cunt juice poured down his throat. Roy swallowed every drop of female cum, then went after more with his swabbing tongue inside that spasming, teenaged cunt hole.
While she came, Marsha sucked her uncle's prick harder than ever. She wanted her uncle to come, too, wanted him to shoot his wad in her mouth so she could feast on his rich jizz.
"Sweet fucking Jesus!" Roy cried abruptly at the pussy-end of the sixty-nine. "My prick's ready to blow!"
"Let it go, Uncle Roy!" Marsha called back. "Drown me with cum!"
Marsha had released all of her uncle's prick now except the knob. This she treated just like a large nipple, giving it the hungriest suction possible, as if she were a greedy infant.
Roy's cock-head responded with a milky eruption that was so strong it took his niece by surprise, even though she was expecting plenty of cream. The jizz spurted so fast that Marsha had trouble swallowing it. Her cheeks swelled, but she was determined to drink every bit of her uncle's cream, regardless of how much juice his prick delivered.
"Don't know where I'm getting it all," Roy gasped while he came, admitting he was just as astonished as his gulping niece at how much jizz his prick was unloading in her mouth.
There was one last burst of cum. Marsha fought to keep a single drop from leaking, even though her breathing passages were now clogged with the thick goo and she was gagging.
Roy pulled his drained prick free. The extra room in her mouth was all Marsha needed. She took a long, deep swallow and the backed-up jizz slid down her throat like maple syrup. She not only wound up downing all of it, but wished there was even more to drink.
In the meantime, Roy had broken up the sixty-nine. Kneeling beside Marsha, he watched her consume the last of his cum. He boastfully imagined that he must have fed her at least a pint of cockjuice.
"God, I feel like a stud!" he exclaimed, his dripping prick still as hard as a rock.
Marsha looked up at her excited uncle with a sticky smile. "Mmmmm, you're cute," she told him.
"You know how long it's been since anybody called me that? Cute?" Roy laughed.
"When, Uncle Roy?" Marsha gurgled as a stray glob of jizz caught in her wind-pipe.
"I was in the Navy," Roy said. "I picked up this girl in a bar. She said I was cute."
"Did you fuck her?" Marsha asked.
"All night long!" Roy bragged. Then, abruptly, he turned sheepish.
"What's wrong?" Marsha said.
"Uh… well… this girl I'm telling you about. I just remembered."
"Yes?"
"She was nothing but a whore."
"And you think that bothers me to be compared to a whore?" Marsha asked.
"Doesn't, it?"
"Nope. And I'll tell you why. Bet you that was one whore who wouldn't take your money."
"How'd you know?" Roy muttered in wonder. "Every woman's a whore, down deep," Marsha explained. "And every whore needs to remind herself sometimes that she's a woman with no strings attached. A cock like yours brings out the best in anybody, no matter who she is. If you're talking about money, Uncle Roy, I'd pay to suck and fuck you."
"Whew," Roy sighed, "that's a helluva lot better than being called cute. I think you're blowing smoke up my ass, but, Christ, I love it."
"Then show me," Marsha cooed. She parted her legs. Then fingered her pussy lips open. "Fuck me, Uncle Roy. Fuck my cunt with your beautiful, big cock."