John was enjoying a quiet pint in his local pub, out of the way from the hustle and bustle of his wife and visiting niece. The pint was going down rather well and he was happy with just his mobile phone for company. It was around half past ten, just as he was finishing the dregs of his last pint when his eyes met Emily, his niece, from across the bar.

Emily made a beeline for her Uncle John and soon she had offered to buy him a pint and was knocking back gin and tonics, and doubles at that. By the time the pub was closing, at ten past eleven, Emily must have sunk a good number of doubles.

John found her chatter amusing at first, but now the constancy of it was becoming tiresome. Nevertheless, John made every effort to keep the chatter going despite several changes of subject. After all, it would be a long week without being able to communicate in a small house.

As they left the pub, Emily slipped her arm through her Uncle's for stability and proceeded to chatter away as they walked home. They looked the most unlikely pair. Her extremely petite frame was no match for his bulkiness, and at four foot nine, she was a good foot and a half shorter than her Uncle.

But, she could talk the ass off a donkey, that was for sure. John found himself speeding up in order to get home quicker, but she kept slowing them down; her shorter legs could not keep up with his long stride. Eventually, in the quest for some peace, he just came out with it.

"Do you have to talk so much?"

Emily looked shocked at the sudden outburst, but she did stop talking for all of a few seconds. "Me! Stop talking, what a cheek?" She retorted. She immediately proceeded to tell him how he had been chatting all night and bringing up new threads of conversation. She was right on that score, but he was only trying to talk about things he liked.

Emily never let up, and soon, John resorted to stronger words of wisdom.

"Look. Just shut the fuck up. Yeah."

"Make me. I dare you."

"You think I won't?"

"I fucking know you won't. So there!"

"Oh, won't I."

“No, you won’t. You have nothing to shut me up with, anyway.”

John pulled Emily down a small alleyway and walked about ten yards into it. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Emily opened her mouth in disbelief at what she was faced with, and before she knew it, her Uncle was holding and stroking a growing appendage. He turned towards Emily and with his hand on the top of her head, pushed her down so that she knelt on the floor.

Emily was more than a little mesmerised by the size of his dick. Not what she expected from her Uncle John and she found herself opening her mouth willingly when he presented his bell-end to her lips.

Emily took it in, sucked on it, licked it, played it with her tongue but mostly sucked on the end, until it was larger than anything she had ever seen. Her Uncle couldn't help but put his hands on the back of her head, but it wasn’t him that made the first move.

It was Emily that slipped her hands past his waist and onto his buttocks. It was Emily that pulled him towards her and it was Emily that swallowed him whole.

John looked mesmerised as his cock, inch-by-inch, disappeared down her throat, and gobsmacked when her lips reached his balls. Emily started to swallow and that caused an immediate reaction in John’s dick. She never even came up for air; happy to suck in any needed air through her nose as she worked his cock into a frenzy.

John’s hand eventually came upon the back of her head and he nudged his groin forward; not that there was anywhere to go. He pulled back and started to fuck her throat with gentle strokes; savouring the passage of his cock as it slid down her throat. Emily was pushing her face onto him with a lot more urgency, and John was in no state to hold back the sudden release that was making itself known to him.

John let out a groan and held Emily still as he ejaculated into her willing mouth. His only movement was the clenching of his buttocks as his juices slipped out of his cock and down her throat. Emily eventually pulled herself from his cock and sucked in much needed air, before slipping her lips over the end of his cock to clean up the remnants.

“Tell me that didn’t shut you up?” John said looking down at her and stuffing his still hard cock into his jeans.

“Okay, that shut me up,” Emily admitted.

“Come on, we better get home.”

Emily stood up and had to take a few quick steps to catch him up. By the time they were on the main street again, her mouth spurted all her thoughts at him.

“You know I'm gonna tell Aunt June that you just shot your load down my throat when we get back. Don’t  you."

"No, your not."

"I fucking well am."

"Will you shut the fuck up, you won’t say a word."

Emily slipped her hand through his once more and this time hung onto him; her body a lot closer and her tits rubbing his forearm.

"And I'm gonna tell her how much you enjoyed making me swallow it all."

They rounded a corner onto their country lane; the last fifty yards or so were in total darkness, but John had made this trip many times in the past.

"For a bright girl, you don't half talk out of your arse sometimes, you know that don't you!"

"What! You gonna shut that up too, are you?"

"If you keep this shit up, yes."

"I'm so gonna tell Aunty June."

John manoeuvred Emily towards the low cut wall to his left. He pushed her against the wall and roughly pulled her lycra leggings and knickers down to her knees. John unzipped his trousers for a second time that night and rubbed his burgeoning cock head against her backside before pushing it into her tight little cunt.

"Typical bloke. Having trouble finding it, are you?"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm juicing it up so it won't hurt you.”

"Like I fucking need juicing up," Emily said matter-of-factly.        

John removed his cock and positioned the head against her tight sphincter. Her body seemed too small to take his huge cock, but he pushed it inside her anyway.

Emily never made a sound until his cock was all the way in and his hands rested on her slim waist; only making a mewling sound even then. She wanted to part her legs, but she would have been too short and besides, her tight elasticated leggings prevented her from doing so.

 John couldn’t believe that his niece was in this position and taking his cock up her arse. She let out a groan as he pulled his cock out and shoved it back in. He wasn't going to last long in the tightness of her arse, that was for sure.

“My arse is still talking, honey monster!”

John noticed a light being switched on from a house only ten yards away and knew that his wife, June, had just gone to bed. She would be wondering where he was. As he thrust into Emily, he noticed the curtains being pulled at the front of the house.

John pumped hard and fast and enjoyed the satisfaction of pleasuring himself; having come only a few minutes ago, he lasted much longer than he expected to. He didn't give a fuck as to whether Emily would get any release at all, not tonight anyway, this fuck was for him and him alone. Within a few minutes of fucking her, he came. His last few thrusts were deep, and he held her backside against his groin as his cock unloaded for the second time. At least her arse was a safe option in the grand scheme of things.

John pulled out of her and instructed her to pull up her clothes. He leant casually against the wall keeping one eye on Emily and one on the lighted window.

"Now I’m gonna have to tell Aunt June that you buggered me, too."

"Shut the fuck..."

Emily put her cum-covered sticky finger up to his mouth which had the desired effect.

“Touché,” she said, smiling.

They walked the ten yards to the house and by the time John opened the door, Emily pushed past him and into the lounge. Finding it empty she immediately ran upstairs and was confronted with her Aunt as she exited the bathroom.

"Aunt June, you'll never guess what Uncle John did tonight?"

John let out an inward groan, but deep down knew she was full of bullshit and his spunk.

Her Aunt June fell for the bait and asked the question. “What?”

Emily took a deep breath and started to talk. “Well, it’s like this-”

John shook his head as he listened at the foot of the stairs. It was going to be a long week indeed.