My Uncle’s New Wife; Part 5 Call Me Jill

My Uncle’s New Wife; Part 5 Call Me Jill


“I think that’s a great idea Mrs. Johnson” I told her….. right before she kissed me.


Her lips were soft against mine as her body pressed to my chest. When my lips parted, her agile tongue found its way into my mouth where it hungrily explored its way until it encountered my tongue, which had darted up to meet it. The two entwined and wrestled with no victor but instead ending in a happy draw. Her fingers ran through my hair as we kissed and I could feel the rapid beating of her heart against me as I held her close.


We continued to kiss and I could feel the increased urgency in her actions. Mrs. Johnson sucked hard on my tongue now while her slim hand caressed my cheek. Her body was constantly shifting on my lap as well, with her round ass subtly rubbing against me in a circular movement stimulating my erection even further.


One of my hands pressed firmly against the small of her back holding her body close to mine while the other ran along the satiny skin of her leg. It continued upwards until it ran beneath the material of her dress where it then reached the barrier of her panties. I brought my other hand there as well and seized the material with both hands and ripped it apart at the leg.


Her gasp was audible even thru our kiss which she now ended. Reaching down she lifted my shirt up and I raised my arms so that she could remove it from my body. My hands immediately returned and pulled her dress up. They then ripped the other leg hole and I pulled her torn panties from her tossing them aside so that her bare, wet pussy made contact with my pants.


“Unbutton your dress before I rip it off you” I practically growled at her.


Mrs. Johnson’s slim fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the front of her dress revealing her fair skin down to her cleavage. A surprisingly sexy black brassiere cherished while uplifting her full bosom. I pulled the sleeveless dress from her shoulders and tore at the closure of her bra, releasing it.


Without thinking my hands moved up cupping each breast making Mrs. Johnson shudder. My mouth closed on her left nipple as my tongue flicked against it back and forth repeatedly driving her crazy. Mrs. Johnson pushed her breast forward while gyrating her bare flesh on me in a show of lust. I moved my mouth to her other nipple and nipped her lightly. Her body recoiled from mine and she backed off of me.


“Stop torturing me Jim. I can’t take any more of it. Get those fucking pants off.”


To tell the truth I was shocked by her cursing and she seemed mortified as well but her hands continued tugging at my pants. I assisted her in unfastening and pushing them down my legs freeing my rock hard dick which sprang up as soon as it was freed. She had gotten what she wanted but seemed frozen on seeing it. My hand went to her head and I pushed her toward my erection.


“There it is Mrs. Johnson why don’t you suck it and get it nice and wet. Then you can sit on it. Isn’t that what you want to do?”


“Oh it’s so big Jim. Mr. Johnson’s wasn’t nearly so large. I don’t know if I can do this.”


“Sure you can Mrs. Johnson. That’s why you get it nice and wet first. Trust me on this Mrs. Johnson.”


“I trust you Jim, well I guess you should call me Jill if we’re going to go through with this.”


“Jill’s a lovely name” I said as I guided her head down to my waiting prick.


The touch of her white hand on the hot flesh of my cock set my nerves aflame. The fire was far from quenched when her mouth swallowed the engorged head. Her hand worked the shaft up and down as her mouth stretched around my thick root. Jill managed to work a little more into her mouth as I leaned forward. As she stood bent over in the minivan with her mouth attached to me I reached between her legs and rubbed the side of my finger to her pussy.


Jill’s legs spread wider as I probed her wet pussy.