I don't know what Uncle Roy was thinking. He looked vaguely uncomfortable until his cock touched my tongue and my lips shut tightly on it, and then his expression changed. His eyes got interested and he began to snort like a bull. No man can resist a good blow-job.

And he knew he was getting one when his cock sank deep into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed and he plunged forward, till my throat was full of his knob and my lower lip was almost touching his balls. Maybe I'd been playing little-girl tease games with him up to now, but this was definitely big-girl cock-sucking.

He grabbed my head and tried to fuck some more of his prick into my mouth, but there wasn't a lot more to give me. That last half-inch of dick went inside, my lips began to nuzzle his balls, a crotch hair curled into my left nostril, and I began to suck my new toy for all it was worth.

My aching lungs finally told me it was time to breathe, so I forced my head upward. His wet, glistening meat emerged as my face lifted and I stroked the prick-shaft up and down with my fingers while I sucked curiously on his knob. My teeth prevented the cock-tip from slipping out of my mouth and I rimmed it with flashing, darting tongue-strokes as I gave it the lollipop treatment. In two years of cock-sucking experience this was the biggest and tastiest dong I'd ever had in my mouth and I felt myself becoming addicted.

The blow-job was having its effect on Uncle Roy, too. When I opened my teeth and let all his cock stand up free and bare, he gave my head a reassuring pat and there was a pleased smile on his face.

His cock was dripping with my spit and I could swear that it was smiling, too. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and licked away my drool, then began to work his rod slowly, slowly, with my fist.