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This continues the account of the third of five days and nights that studly 18-year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike’s fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in “Cross-Country with My Uncle,” and continued by “Alice, My Uncle, and Me,” day 1 and day 2.

I woke up in a pool of bright morning sunshine in Alice’s bed. We must all three have slept deeply, since we awoke in nearly the same arrangement as when we drifted off last night. I was lying between my uncle and Allie, tete-beche, my head at their feet. My left leg was still stretched across my young uncle’s big chest, and Allie, on her side, facing me, was nuzzling my right calf. She was actually sort of hugging my entire right leg, with her left leg thrown across my right, her knee impinging slightly on my crotch. Certainly that was one of the reasons why I had a major hard-on. But worse — if by “worse” I mean “better,” “infinitely better” — my furry right calf was nestled between her breasts. Because her left arm was folded over them, I could not really see her breasts, but could I ever feel them! their softness, their warmth. And the nipple of her right breast parted the hair just above my right ankle.

I looked down at Alice, still in repose, a vision of California beauty. I took the opportunity to study her features in the bright light. Her little round chin, with just a hint of a dimple; her perfect nose, her delicate eyebrows, like her golden eyelashes, glistering in the sunshine like spun gold.

My attention was drawn again and again to her refined mouth. Though she never seemed to wear makeup, her lips always seemed to be strikingly beautiful. Perhaps it was some trick of contrast between her lips and her perpetual mild tan, her brilliantly white teeth, and her rather short blonde hair. Only a great beauty like her really looked wonderful and complete in such a simple, almost boyish cut. And she always liked the “wash and go” convenience of a short and simple style. Her chin and jaw line were well defined, but soft, and her neck was, well, aristocratic. Somehow it suggested Nefertiti, Queen of old Egypt.

While I studied her mouth and her throat, despite myself I kept coming back to yesterday, when she, a remarkably compact young woman, fellated my young uncle, and in fact deep-throated him, before my very eyes. Considering the size of his phallus, it had been a really remarkable performance. And I have to confess that ever since that moment I had been somewhat obsessed by her lips, unable to cease visualizing what she had done, unable to stop projecting what she might still yet do with **my** penis, so very nearly like my uncle’s! But I could only dream. Rather than taking a casual pleasure in a reverie of this sort, it made me restless and uncomfortable and anxious, for now that I had spent the night in their bed, it wasn’t just a dream, it had taken the shape of an actual hope, an aspiration. But it was something about which I could do nothing.

These reflections also contributed to my complete and perfect erection, as did the memory of last night, my first in Mike and Alice’s bed. Looking down toward my big, hard dick — it never failed to gratify me unbelievably just to see it, whether hard as a rock, or comfortably flaccid — I saw my prolific belly hair, part of it still pasted to my lower abs with my own dried cum, the result of my uncle’s sublime handwork of last night. And slightly to my left, I saw his big cock, now as firm and erect as mine, and his big, shapely balls. What might he be dreaming of, right now?

As I gazed, Alice began to stir. Though she was mostly curled around my right leg, her left arm was thrown entirely over it, and her hand rested on my Uncle Mike’s right pec, the tips of her fingers lost to view in his luxuriant dark blond chest hair. She opened her eyes, yawned, and even stretched, almost in the manner of a cat, maybe, or a cartoon character. It was charming, and it caused her left breast to travel a little along my calf as it came into view. She looked down at me, and at what was springing from my lower belly — and virtually tangent to her knee; and then over to Mike’s face and down his body to his midparts, where his cock, the virtual twin to mine, stood. She shook him a little, rising up onto her right elbow and leaning over to his face and kissing his cheek and then his lips, she spoke quietly and smilingly to him, “Wake up, wake up. A wonderful new day has begun!” In the process, alas, she pulled her breasts away from my leg, to my infinite regret; but the saving grace was that they both swam into my view, luscious and full.

I wondered whether she was always so charming and sweet, and whether her manner might eventually cloy. To these questions I quickly decided (1) Yes; and (2) No.

I was as smitten as ever I had been before.

Mike responded to her quiet kisses with a gigantic smile, even before he opened casino şirketleri his eyes, though they too were smiling even before opened them. Her face was still only an inch from his and he reached his right arm behind her head and pulled her mouth to his and gave her a passionate kiss. Oddly, I felt that I was part of this, since when he reached over to pull her mouth to his, he necessarily pulled my left foot against his right cheek, since it was still lying across his chest and extending a little over his right shoulder. He released her head and rubbed his right hand up and down my calf in the most friendly fashion.

When they broke, Mike looked down at me and went, “Mornin’, Sport. Whazzup?” And looking at each other’s rigid cocks, we shared a chuckle. (Okay, I hate to admit it, but it was really a smirk followed by a giggle.)

Allie fell back onto her side, and smiled too, and again she was wholly gilded by the morning sun, an object of incredible beauty. I said, “Mike, there’s something I want.”

It was a highly exceptional situation. Despite our great intimacy for eighteen years, never to my knowledge had he ever refused me any request. The reason for this was that I virtually never, ever made any request of him. He always seemed to be able to gratify me completely no matter what he did, and almost never, ever did I feel the need to ask him for anything. But if I did ask, on those rare occasions, he never failed to oblige me. This time seemed different, though. He and Allie had asked me into their bedroom, first; and now into their bed, without, of course, any hint of a solicitation from me.

As delightful as were my circumstances, with my right leg across Mike’s chest, and with Allie still tangent to my left leg in three different places, I pulled away and got off the bed and knelt on the carpet near my uncle’s ear. “Uncle,” I said almost in a whisper, “I want to give Allie a tongue bath.” He tousled my hair and grinned and said, “Sure, Mikey. So do I.” He rolled over toward Alice, and smilingly murmured into her ear, and with a twinkle in her eye, she gave a subtle nod to him.

Mike said, “Mikey, just follow my lead.” He murmured to Allie, and as he moved toward the foot, she arranged herself in the middle of the king-sized bed, and Mike patted the bed near the foot on the right side. I crawled up there, and as he took her right foot in his hands, and began to kiss her toes, one by one, I took her left foot.

Now there is something you need to know about Allie. It’s true that she seemed to be almost careless of her toilette, with her almost boyish hairstyle, her simple ‘sport’ manicure, her casual dress. But in reality, she was extremely fastidious. A case in point was her feet. As a Stanford student, she very rarely wore hosiery, but rather almost always pure cotton socks, often the tiny low-cut design that hardly showed above her footwear. When she could not avoid wearing hose, she always wore tiny cotton footies inside her hose, and she always avoided open-toed styles and sandals. On the rare occasions in which she wore sandals or open-toed shoes she wore them only with finest denier cotton hosiery, imported from France. They had a gossamer look, though they were not as transparent as nylon or silk, but neither were they hard and harsh on her feet as silk or nylon would have been. And whenever she had been on the beach or had been in something other than thick cotton, as soon as she could she applied special softening lotions and emollients to her feet and put on clean thick socks again. The result was that her feet were absolutely as soft and refined as her hands or even her butt. It was a very rare woman anywhere who could boast feet of such elegance, and they were especially unexpected in such an athletic and outdoorsy woman as Alice.

Her feet were remarkably erotic. Mike of course had known this for years, but I had hardly dreamed that such feet existed, much less that Alice possessed them. Like Mike, I began slowly to kiss her feet. Her feet were exquisitely perfumed. Last night after her bath no doubt she had applied some creamy lotion that still lent her feet a faint but unmistakable air of attar of rose and jasmine. I kissed the top of her foot all over, and then leaned down to kiss the sole. Instead of horniness, or even just firmness, I found softness and delicacy. When I kissed her instep, she began to coo softly. I noticed that Mike too, was kissing the instep of her right foot. And then Mike began kissing and sucking her toes, one at a time, and I followed suit on her left foot. My cock grew harder than ever; but what I was amazed at was Alice’s reaction. As we continued, slowly and luxuriously, her breathing became slower and deeper, and then after an interval, it suddenly came in short, sharp gasps. In the bright sunlight I saw that the tiny golden hairs on her forearm were each of them erect. From her cunny, necessarily widely spread since Mike was holding one foot and I her other, came a richer, casino firmaları complex odor of musk and sex that soon overwhelmed the floral notes of Alice’s toes and feet. As Mike stroked her right ankle and I her left, and we continued to kiss and suck and tongue her toes, she shuddered and stiffened and exhaled deeply, and choked a small cry. There was only a matter of a moment of respite before another wave of tension, this time accompanied by a surprisingly deep and throaty, “Oh my god. I love you, I love you both.”

Following Mike’s lead, I got on my all fours over Allie’s lower left leg and began a systematic lapping with my tongue, starting right with her ankle. Slowly, slowly in tandem we lapped upward, up her shins. Her skin was firm, tanned, and absolutely smooth, not the tiniest prickle anywhere. Allie’s breath remained slow, deep, and steady, and she moaned softly as we slowly, slowly ascended toward her knees, and then beyond.

We lapped and kissed, upward, upward, slowly, slowly, up her thighs, and seemingly inevitably toward her dear cunny, as though drawn by her fragrance. But to my surprise, and I must say dismay, at mid-thigh, Mike touched me lightly on the shoulder, and he moved off her leg, dragging his balls down the length of her shin. He rearranged himself on her right side, and began kissing her fingers and palms. Following his lead, I too dragged my balls down her left shin, and moving to her left side, took her little finger between my lips. And then her ring finger, and then by turns the others; then I kissed and licked the back of her hand, and then her palm, and then her wrist. I wondered how her hand could be so soft and mild, and yet so strong and supple, since she was a tennis and racquetball player, a cyclist, even sometimes, rock climber. And then I arrived at her inner forearm, and when I got to the inside of her elbow, she thrilled a bit. The back of her forearm was covered with the tiny golden yellow hairs, ever so fine and soft, capturing the sun in infinitely small fragments.

Mike and I kissed and licked and lapped her firm and shapely upper arms simultaneously, and together we arrived at her armpits, he on her right, I on her left. They were exceptionally smooth, and aromatic. Hers was a refined and fresh many-layered complex odor, and with our kisses Mike and I lapped up her dew, such that its headiness persisted on our lips and faces. Allie began to breathe more slowly and raggedly.

From there it was but a couple of laps until we came to her remarkable breasts, so lush, so shapely. Mike and I simultaneously arrived at her nipples, which had been totally erect since the first moment we began on her insteps, and she gasped when we took them between our lips. Ever so lightly she placed her hands on our heads, and as we kissed and licked her breasts, and caressed them with our hands, Alice moaned; and then her breath came more and more in gasps, soon she shuddered and then sighed hugely “EHHHHHH, Ohhhhhhh, OHHHHHH. Guys, you’re?? OOOOH?.. WON der ful, won . der . fuhlllllll. Ohhhh.”

Mike and I paused for about thirty seconds while Alice breathed deeply and slowly again. And then slowly we returned to our hugely pleasing labors, and it was only a matter of a long moment before Alice again tensed and thrilled: “Aaaaah, aaaah, oh NO! Oh Yeaaaahssss! This time, our pause was slight: In fact we did not remove our lips from her nipples, but only paused briefly. And then on our resumption it was only a matter of seconds before she came still yet again, this time her whole trunk tensing and relaxing quite notably, and again she gasped.

Meanwhile, her sexual odors were washing over Mike and me, and we were being driven mad. But with her arm Allie made a vague feint toward her crotch and Mike knew she was way more than ready for him. If she had been a mare, she would have been winking.

So Mike gently nudged me aside, and I moved silently to the foot of the bed, where at least I had an excellent view of the proceedings.

Supporting himself on his right hand planted on the bed beside her breast, he swung his large body over her slight one, and placed his right knee just inside her left one, and as she parted her legs very widely, his left knee just inside her right one. Without the slightest ceremony he flexed his abs and cocked his hips and with one fluid movement inserted his big thick, eight-inch cock right into her very wet pussy, right up to the hilt, his big testicles hanging over her perineum. What happened next completely amazed me. It was, well, it seemed like nothing at all; but in reality it was a very great deal. Mike, suspending himself over her body, kissed her lips, her nose, her eyelids, her chin, but otherwise he did not move a muscle, remaining essentially immobile. But very soon he began to moan, “Oh, Allie, oh Allie, oh Allie, my god, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

What was happening was that Allie was using her practiced and highly toned vaginal muscles güvenilir casino rhythmically to clamp Mike’s great phallus, and then unclamp, and then repeat again and again and again, maddening Mike with pleasure. She had developed this skill to a high degree (he later told me), and it seemed to him that she could actually propagate waves of pressure and pleasure over his phallus from tip to root. Often enough in the past they had come to mutual consummation in exactly this fashion, without Mike’s moving at all.

But this time at a certain point Mike gasped “Allie, stop! Stop, RIGHT NOW!”

Evidently she did, but Mike still didn’t move. Clearly he was trying to edge himself away from the precipice. But Mike didn’t pull out. Instead, after a minute or two, he muttered quietly to Alice, “Okay now,” and he swooped his right arm under her back and gracefully they rolled over so that Mike was now on his back and Alice, still impaled by his big cock, seemed a small and delicate figure balanced on his beautiful body.

And then Mike said, quite evidently to me, “Go to it, guy.”

So I positioned myself between their legs (for Mike’s big hairy legs were widely splayed and Allie’s smooth and lithe ones lay right upon them), and I resumed the hugely satisfying tongue bath with Allie’s left heel, and then her ankle. With a million kisses and a thousand tongue laps, I moved slowly up to Allie’s leg, to her murmuring and sighs, straddling both their legs (Mike’s right and Allie’s left). When I got to the inside of her knee, she giggled again and again. I moved on to her silky thighs, and her sighs and murmurs became moans of pleasure. When I got to several inches above her mid-thigh, I repositioned myself and started anew with Alice’s right heel. Slowly, slowly I moved up her right leg. While my kisses were on Alice’s firm, beautiful calves, my hands were in constant contact with Mike’s big furry legs, just below, and supporting Alice’s. I loved them both so much.

I worked my way to very near the top of Alice’s right thigh, and then, dragging my balls down the entire length of her leg, crept off the bottom of the bed, and again repositioned myself, now by Alice’s left shoulder. And I licked and kissed my way across from her left upper arm right across her shoulder? and the luscious nape of her neck right into her hair? and clear over to her left shoulder, my cock caressing her satiny shoulders as I bent to my work. She muttered, “Oh, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.”

During my worship of Alice’s legs, Mike and Alice had been more or less quiescent, with Alice intermittently and lightly and slightly kissing Mike’s chin, neck, and ears; but at the point of their carnal union, there was little evidence of activity. As I began my delicious transit across her shoulders, however, I noticed the beginnings of slight and subtle, well-coordinated undulations in their bodies.

Once again I repositioned myself between their legs, and I began the sweet, sweet duty of laving Alice’s precious round butt. Something I was doing was causing her to break out in gooseflesh. All over her butt the teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy golden hairs? which would be entirely invisible were it not for the tiny little skin muscles bunching at their roots? were erected. The texture was just wonderful on my tongue. “Oh, Mikey, Mikey,” crooned Alice.

But by now as I moved more and more to the lower portions of Allie’s butt, the once subtle undulations of the practiced lovers became more and more obvious, but slow and very deliberate. As I approached their actual union, by flattening my body as much as I could on the sheet between their legs, I could extend my head right into the vee made by their joined crotches, and I was able to extend the tip of my tongue right into the point of union. As Allie raised her cunt slowly a couple of inches up Mike’s shaft, there was left there a very notable and aromatic sheen of her cunt’s dew, which I eagerly lapped right off during the intervals of access.

Mike gently said, “Okay, now,” and I withdrew from them as once again they reversed, so that Alice once more was on her back, and Mike supported his big body over her.

And then Mike began fucking her very artfully, with very long, slow strokes, his strong hairy butt muscles flexing quite beautifully with every stroke; and I returned to my station between their legs, and once again approached their union. Mike obligingly paused at the highest point of every slow, deliberate stroke, to give me an opportunity to lick his phallus, wet with Alice’s quim. And when he paused buried deep within her, I could briefly kiss his balls, the left on one stroke, and the right on the next.

We kept up this amusing game for a good dozen strokes or more, before Mike muttered “Move it, man,” and I retired from the action, though I remained in position to watch the extended final stages of their beautiful coition. Alice’s wetness was quite amazing, and Mike’s deliberation awesome, as he made sure that every stroke gave full value to Alice’s clitoris.

Then the stroking came to be faster and harder and harder still, with some slight but definite screw like motions added to the very last portion of each stroke as my uncle sent it home.

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