Judy was amused when she found herself suddenly straddling his stiff rod. She giggled and rubbed her creamy vulva back and forth along his rigid shaft, nearly driving him crazy. He was much relieved when she stepped back, and his pale cock sprang up to hug his belly.
"Golly," she said, staring at it, "I just can't get over how big it is. I want to play with it again, Uncle Grant. Can I, please?"
"Sure," he said generously.
Judy sank to her knees, her pretty, flushed face right on a level with his stiff swaying meat. He saw her little tongue flash out and then felt its warm wet tickle, her eager lapping up and down the length of his swollen shaft. Even as he enjoyed her noisy licking, he wondered again where such a young girl had learned such things. He didn't buy Judy's argument that she did it simply by instinct.
Dutifully she opened her mouth and tried to fasten it around the grotesquely bloated purple head of his prick. No go, it was too fat. Judy opened her mouth even wider, until the stretching hurt her lips, and was just able to take the fat moist glans inside. She sucked in hard and managed to get almost a third of his length into her tiny hot mouth. Grant sighed his pleasure, but Judy wasn't sure she liked this game. Her mouth was completely stuffed, her lips ached, and she was terribly afraid that his monstrous cock would slide into her throat and choke her. Nevertheless, determined to outdo Kay, she began to suck him industriously. The noise was very loud and squishy, making her want to giggle, but Uncle Grant seemed to like it a lot. He grunted and moaned as she sucked him.
"That's great, baby," he said hoarsely. "Yeah, suck that meat, suck it."
To her enormous relief, he suddenly jumped back, away from her, leaving her aching mouth empty.
"Shit," he said, "that was close. You had me so hot, I almost came in your mouth."
Judy swelled with pride. Even if it hadn't been much fun, she had done her work well. She reached out for his huge white dick, intending to play with it again, but Grant laughed and pulled her down bedside him in the damp fragrant grass, cuddling her against his furry chest.
"Let's rest a second," he said. "I don't want to hurry this. Tell me, Judy, where did you really learn all those things, from the boys you date?"
"Oh, golly, no," said Judy, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Most of them are such creeps. I mean, they've always got pimples, or when they kiss they slobber all over you, and they're always spilling things on me in the movies. Clumsy, you know. I don't like that. All I do is kiss them, and I don't let them even touch me." She sighed deeply. "Except for Bobby."
"Oh," said Grant, "Bobby is special."
"Yes," said Judy. "I really hated to leave him when we moved out here. We're going to write to each other."
"Tell me about him," said Grant.
Again Judy sighed. "Well, he was my very favorite boy friend. He's sixteen, and Mother thought he was too old for me so she wouldn't let us go steady." Judy giggled. "Maybe that was a good thing. We might have gone too far."
Grant's interest perked up considerably. Perhaps this mysterious Bobby had taught Judy all her amazingly adult foreplay. "Well, just exactly what did you and Bobby do?"
"Oh, just the usual stuff," said Judy, trying to sound nonchalant about it. "Once he took off all my clothes and licked my pussy, just like you did today. That was really fun. And another time he let me play with his cock, and I sucked it till he came. That's about it. We hadn't been dating very long."
"And Bobby showed you how to play with his cock?" said Grant.
"Yes," said Judy. "I wish we'd had time for him to teach me more."
"Well, like you said, maybe it was all for the better," said Grant. "You're kind of young for anything more than that."
Grant was satisfied. Now he knew where Judy had learned all those amazing skills, and her knowledge seemed to have come in an innocent manner.
What Grant didn't know was that no "Bobby" existed. Judy had made the whole thing up in order to throw him off the scent about the spy hole. Whatever she knew about sex, she had learned by spying on Grant and Kay. She had been on only three dates in her whole life, all of them with an awkward fifteen-year-old named Elmer, an escort chosen by her parents. They had chosen well, because Elmer was too bashful even to hold Judy's hand. In her eagerness to learn about sex, she had kissed the astonished and terrified Elmer several times, but that was the whole extent of her experience until she met Grant.
Judy was smiling smugly to herself. Uncle Grant seemed to believe the whole story. She snuggled closer to him and wriggled her wet little tongue in his ear, then giggled. "Will you teach me a few things, Uncle Grant?" she said teasingly.
"Sure, honey," said Grant. "Here's something for openers."
He lifted Judy effortlessly into the air and set her down so that she straddled his face, resting her knees on either side of his head. Her sweet little muff was only inches from his eyes, and even in the waning moonlight he could see the bright coppery gleam of her sparse pubic hairs. Clasping her tiny firm ass, he drew her forward till his stiffened tongue could reach the plump pout of her mons. He wriggled his tongue tip through the copper-gold fur and found the tiny moist bud of her clit. As he nudged and tickled it, Judy gave a soft, husky moan, and he felt a little spurt of hot cream from her cunt.
"Oh, Uncle Grant, why does it feel so good when you touch me there? What is that thing anyhow?" she said.
"That's your clitoris, baby," said Grant, "commonly known as the clit. It's where a woman feels the most pleasure. If you'd been a boy, it would have grown into a cock. But it can still get stiff, just like a cock does. Here, I'll show you."
He used his stiff tongue tip to circle her bright red button, swiftly, roughly. Judy squealed her delight, and then Grant set his lips on the wriggling, creaming little bud and sucked it loudly, tasting her delicate cream. More and more hot juice poured from her virgin vagina as he increased the speed and pressure of his sucking, and soon the aroused little girl was trembling violently and mewing like a kitten. In his lips he felt her small clit lengthening and growing very stiff. When he finally let go of it, it poked right through the red muff of her mons.
"See that?" he said.
Judy caught her breath and looked. "Golly," she said, "it got so big, just like you said. Show me something else, Uncle Grant."
What Grant really wanted to show her was how it felt to have a rigid cock poked right up her cunt, but he managed to restrain himself. Even if Judy insisted on having these sessions, they must always be limited to foreplay. Hard up as he was, he still didn't have to stoop to fucking little girls. He tickled her plump pink labia with his expert tongue, working back between her legs till he found the gasping wet mouth of her tiny cunt. Judy squealed happily as he inched his tongue inside. He used it like a cock, thrusting stiffly in and out of her tight little box, but being careful not to penetrate beyond the taut hymen.
"Ooo," she said, "that feels great. Is that how it feels to fuck, Uncle Grant?"
Grant was rather surprised that she knew the word, but then Judy was constantly surprising him. "Sort of," he said, starting to tongue-fuck her again.
"Sort of?" asked Judy. "What's the difference, then?"
"Well, a cock is obviously much bigger than my tongue," said Grant.
"Oh, wow, I bet it would be exciting," said Judy. "I'd love to try it. Please, Uncle Grant, could we do it now? Will you fuck me?"
Grant, nearly fainted. It was all his horny fantasies come true, a beautiful teenage girl begging him to ball her. It almost killed him to say no, and of course, if it had been any girl but his adopted daughter, he would have had his cock in her so fast, she wouldn't have known what hit her. He mustered all his patience and self-control as he said, "Judy, honey, I'd love to fuck you, but it's just not possible. You're my daughter now, and it's against the law for a man to fuck his own kid. Even to fuck his niece, for that matter."