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UNCLE PATRICK'S RV

My  Uncle  Patrick  spent  a  lot  of  time in his
recreational vehicle. He didn't work for a living.
He  had  won quite a large sum of money on a state
lottery  ticket,  and  just  seemed  to invest his
money, buy an RV, and take off to see the country.
He  liked  to keep his RV parked in our yard while
he  wasn't  off  traveling  around the country. He
used our bathroom to take a shower, and he usually
ate  with us. There was a spare bedroom for him if
it got too cold to sleep in the RV, but during the
summer,  he  never  used it. He preferred sleeping
out in his little rolling house, for some reason.
I  liked  to  sit  with him out in his RV and play
cards  late  into  the  night,  and one night, not
wanting  to  wake  my  folks by going in house and
banging  around,  I opted to sleep in the RV, too.
There  was  only  the  one big bed, and I wondered
what  kind  of  arrangements Uncle Pat would make.
There were no arrangements. There was just the one
big bed.
"Maybe  I  should go in the house, anyway," I told
him.
"Nah, it's OK, you know, we can  share the bed."  
I  must  admit  that the thought frightened me and
excited  me  at  the same time. "Share the bed?" I
asked  with  a smile. "I don't think I could stand
that," I added.
"Huh? What do you mean? Am I that  ugly?"  
"No, not at all. I'd probably just rape you in the
middle of the night," I said laughing.
He  looked at me, a very serious expression on his
face.  Then,  he  smiled. "Hell, you don't have to
wait  till  the middle of the night. You can do it
while I'm awake, so we can both enjoy it."
I didn't know what to say. I looked at his crotch,
at  the  bulge  of goodies hidden there behind his
shorts.  I could see movement, and I knew that the
way  we  were  talking  was giving him a hardon. I
liked the idea, myself.
I  really  liked  my  Uncle Pat, and he had always
kind  of  turned  me on. To hear him talk that way
made me wet, just about right away. I was horny as
hell,  staring  at  the  growing  bulge behind his
shorts.
I  didn't  know  what  else  to  do. He just stood
there,  looking  at me. I decided what the hell, I
wanted  to  see what that bulge was. I walked over
and  got  on  my  knees in front of him, hooked my
fingers  into  the  band  holding  his shorts, and
jerked  them  down  to  his  ankles  in  one quick
motion.
His cock shot up and stuck straight in the air. It
throbbed and danced right in front of my eyes. His
balls hung heavy and low beneath it, speckled with
dark black hairs.
"What a cock," I said. "It's  lovely, Uncle Pat."  
"I hardly ever thought of it as lovely, but I like
it," he said with a laugh.
I  reached  up  and touched the bright red head of
it.  It  was  sticky  with fluid oozing out of the
slit going down the middle of the head.
I  leaned forward and touched the head of his cock
to  my  lips, savoring the manly smell of his cock
and  balls. I reached out and pulled it toward me,
and  the feel of the skin of his cock was warm and
smooth.  I loved it. I opened my mouth and took it
in,  sucking  on  it as I swirled my tongue around
the  head  of  it.  When it reached the back of my
throat, I nearly gagged, and pulled it back out. I
cupped his balls in my hand, lifting them, feeling
the  heavy  orbs inside. The skin was flecked with
dark  hairs,  curly and wiry, and I loved the feel
of  the  hairs in my hand. I ran my tongue down to
his  balls  as  he  moaned, and then ran my tongue
back up to the head of his cock.
I  took  his  cock  deep  inside  my  mouth again,
sucking  on  it. His legs began to shake and move,
and his hips started gyrating.
"Oh, my God, Eva, I'm gonna cum!"  he said.  
He  did.  His  cock  jerked inside my mouth, and I
could  feel it shoot hot, salty cum into my mouth.
It  jerked again and again, and I loved the salty,
tangy  taste  of the hot slimy liquid. I had never
experience anything like that in my life.
I  swallowed and swallowed, every last drop of the
manly fluid, and then I leaned back and relaxed.
His eyes narrowed, his cock still  throbbing.  
"Fuck me," I  said.  
I pulled my T-shirt up and spread my legs, showing
him my wet cunt.
His  eyes widened, and right there on the carpeted
floor  of  his RV, he lay on top of me, lifting my
T-shirt  all  the way up. I could feel his lips on
my  nipples,  sucking and swirling around, sending
thrills of pleasure through me.
His cock was pressing against my cunt, and reached
down  and took the hard dick and guided it into my
wet  pussy  hole. He grunted as he entered me, all
the  way,  and  I  could  feel  his balls pressing
against my asshole.
He  began  to  thrust  in  and out as he sucked my
tits, and soon, I could feel my body begin to jerk
and  spasm.  I shouted "Uncle Pat!" and I came, my
body shuddering with delight as wave after wave of
orgasms shook me.
Then I felt his cock jerk deep inside my cunt, and
he slammed it into me faster and faster as he shot
a deep load of hot cum into my waiting pussy.
He  kept  thrusting, and I came again as he slowed
down  and  slammed himself deep inside me with one
final  shot  of  cum shooting out of his cock. His
balls were pressed tightly against my asshole, and
we lay there in that embrace for a few minutes.
Then  he  rolled  off  me  a  lay beside me on the
floor. "I gotta get a sign," he said.
"Huh?"  
"A sign, and put it on the  RV."  
"What kind of sign?" I  asked.  
"You know, the one that says, 'If you see this van
rockin', don't come knockin'!"

--- Eva P., Hoboken,  NJ    



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