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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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