The loss of one, or even worse, both parents, when a child is growing up, will normally cause dislocation in the child's orientation. It will also normally cause a disruption in the child's orientation, relationship with others. It will change the way in which a child will view the world in general, also. There is nothing so shocking to a child's nature as the loss of a parent. This is most true when the child is growing and developing toward adulthood.
We know that the loss of one parent causes untold misery, untold grief. But when a child has the grievous misfortune to lose both of his parents, the loss is tremendous. If the loss of both mother and father come together, or their loss is closely spaced, it is critically jarring. When a child is small, his parents are his whole world. The mother makes up one half of this little world, the father the other half.
As the child grows up, his world begins to expand. By the time he reaches his teen years he is fighting for independence from his parents in a natural effort to assert his own manhood or womanhood. But, even as the teenager strives to gain independence, study proves that he does not truly yet want that independence. He is simply testing his wings, is trying to fly, as a young bird does when it first attempts to leave its nest.
What do we have in this searching, tempestuous novel? We have two sisters. One is in her early teen years, the other is approaching her late teen years. Both girls are close to their parents. Girls, as a general rule, are always closer to their parents than boys are. So, when young girls suffer the loss of a parent or both parents, the loss is shattering.
The girls in this book are hit by the worse tragedy that young girls have to face. No tragedy can match the loss that these two youngsters suffer. They lose both their father and mother at once. Suddenly their tight, little world has gone crash. Gone in a horrible instant are their security and their shelter and their love. They are thrust out into the world alone, and they are both too young to cope with the sudden tragedy.
Once the girls lose their parents they are cut adrift, must make their way in the world without the guidance they have come to rely on throughout their lives. They are neither mature enough to shoulder the responsibility of making judgments that were once made for them by their parents. They are taken in by a relative. Neither of the girls has ever been particularly close to this relative. But now, in their moment of crisis, they must look for security and guidance from an adult who has long been little more than a friendly stranger.
Once the girls no longer have a mother and father, a great section of their total outlook undergoes a severe twist. Will they become fatal in their outlook? Will they become cynical? Will they become embittered ? Any of these things and more can happen. Certainly they will no longer look at the world with the secure eyes of innocence.
In their new home the handling of the girls becomes of critical moment. They are two lost souls seeking love and security. They will do virtually anything to obtain love and security. The desire to satisfy these basic, twin needs can be perverted, twisted. The girls are deeply hurt and vulnerable. They are pliable. They will naturally rely heavily on the adult who has taken the place of their departed parents. If this adult does not handle the upbringing of the girls with care, patience and understanding, the entire future lives of the girls can be radically changed from the direction in which they were tending.
It is very important that the home into which the girls move be one of strong love and affection. The girls have an excessive need for love and affection since their primary source has been wiped away forever. In the best of all possible worlds the girls will move into the home of relatives-a man and a woman-relatives who will strive to the utmost of their ability to provide a home that closely resembles the home that they have lost.
But, what if the home into which the girls move is not a home that they need ? What if there is no woman in the home? Certainly a woman is of primary importance to growing girls, much more so than to growing boys. Unfortunately, the girls move into the home of a man, their uncle. His wife is dead, and he is their closest living relative. Legally, the girls are bound over to the care of the uncle, the brother of the girls' mother. The two teenage girls now must put all their trust in their uncle. The way in which he behaves will determine the kind of women that they will one day become.
Mentally and emotionally, the girls are dreadfully cut adrift. Things that they have been taught are wrong can become right in an improper environment. The girls are ready for anything, since they are still young, impressionable and pliable. They are both girls turning into young women. At this stage of their development anything can happen. Dramatic changes are coming over their bodies, changes far more dramatic than those that a boy goes through as he passes into puberty.
For girls the change is vastly more dramatic. The straight lines of their girlish figures disappear. Suddenly boys and men begin to look at them differently. They are still too young to securely handle the dramatic physical changes. And, along with the startling physical changes come deep emotional changes. The young girl now possesses the body of a young woman, the new emotions of a young woman, but she is basically still a girl.
If the adult on whom she relies does not handle her correctly, the girl can be damaged mentally and emotionally. The girl will not realize the damage that has been done her until she adds riper years to her life. Sadly, some girls never realize that damage has been done to them.
The sisters in this novel are thrust into an adult world at far too young an age for both. They cannot hope to grope intelligently with a more experienced world. They are incapable of such groping. But grope they must. And their only source of security and guidance is the man who cares for them, protects them and is charged with the important task of rearing them. If he discharges this delicate and sensitive task wisely, the girls have no need to fear for their future development. But what if the man is not equal to the task ? This is the problem that faces the reader of this book.
The man is not equal to the task. Unfortunately he wishes to do right by the girls now in his charge, but he is not equipped to care for them or rear them or advise them properly. The man has also sustained a loss, the loss of his wife. The less has battered him, just as the loss of the girls' parents has distressed the girls. His outlook has been marred by his own loss. Part of his stability and security has gone fluttering away on the wings of death.
Although the author does not fill in all the gaps between the lines, he clearly leads us to see under the superficial layers of prose the situation as it exists when the girls come to live with him. They are truly three lost people thrown together at a time wrong for all of them. But they must all try to make the best of a bad situation and, unfortunately, they do not make the best of it. The man's loss, multiplied by the girls' loss, causes much emotional turmoil. By the end of the book f-ll three have been seared and marked.
Perhaps in another time, in another home, this story would not have occurred. But, given the situation created by the author, things could not be other than they are.
This is a very sad novel. In seeking happiness they make the intelligent reader unhappy, since their plight is one that could be avoided if more level heads had prevailed. But one cannot change life when one has no control over the players. And, the reader has no control; he must simply read, think, feel and wish he could alter the situation so that things would be different.
I have said that this is a sad book. Certainly it is not a dirge. In fact, there are bright and at times amusing moments. But, basically, it is the situation that the reader must witness ... that is sad. If only the girls' parents had not been untimely ripped from their bosoms; if only the girls had been given over to the care of a close, intimate relative or relatives who were warm and acutely sensitive to their needs; if only we could reach out with our hands and gently take the girls to a safer more compatible place, a place where they would be secure to grow and flower naturally. If, if, if. The world is made up of ifs. And, ifs have never changed anything.
Standing away, remote, a person can abstractly and logically reason out the correct way in which to handle a situation. But, when a person is thrust hotly into the center of a situation in which he must think and feel quickly and intelligently-ah, that is another story. At such a moment one too often is forced to rely solely on his instincts, and, though instincts are often sound, more often they are unsound, since judgments are made in the heat of the moment with no chance for cool, sober, reflective thought. The man of this piece is a man vulnerable, a man deeply compelled by his own loss. He is not as stable as he should be. He needs his lost woman, his wife. But, she is gone forever, just as the girls' parents are gone forever. How, then, can the man ever hope to cope well with two young, impressionable, pliable nieces ? He hasn't a chance. And so, we have here a triple tragedy. It might not strike the casual reader as such, but indeed it is a triple tragedy that provides the main line of this telling story.
Do not be unduly surprised by the way in which the girls and their uncle behave. Their situation predestines their fate. Things can be no other way than the way they are. Think, think as you read these pages, think deeply. Do not merely skim the surface, for, if you do, you will be cheating yourself of understanding.
You will find this novel well worth your reading journey. There is true social value to be gained by the reading. Somewhere there is perhaps a reader, or a future reader of this book, who has gone through a similar situation. That reader will be struck deeply by what he reads. The rest of us will have to intuitively gain from the experience of reading. Perhaps society will one day devise a more intelligent way in which to guide orphans. Perhaps a wise man or woman will one day sway thinking people, people with power, to give deeper thought to the upbringing of children who have lost their parents. When that day comes, the story that you are about to read will no longer need to be written. Until that day arrives, fate and circumstance will cruelly rule the future of growing children. No matter what we think, boys and girls in their teens are still children.
As you read, keep this thought in mind. It will make the reading that more rewarding.
Howard Silver, Ph.D.
Atlanta, Georgia
CHAPTER ONE
Ben Harkins lay naked in bed next to Julie Towers. Ben was a man in his middle forties. He was of average height, his middle was slowly going soft and now there were small rolls of fat on his stomach where once there had been hard muscles. His hair was thinning, but he had still not gone bald; he was a man of average looks, with fair skin and hair.
Julie, the woman lying naked in bed next to Ben, was just thirty. She had a lush body that was warmly-curved and voluptuous; she took care of herself and there wasn't a sag to be found in any of her breath-taking curves. She had long, flowing black hair, flashing white skin ; she was a pink and white bundle of passion, a pretty woman who was still years from sinking into ruin ; she looked years younger than thirty.
Ben was a widower, and Julie was a widow. A year earlier they had both lost their mates, at virtually the same time. Their mutual grief had brought them together. They had been friends, and now, with the death of their mates, they had become lovers. Ben's wife of twenty childless years had died tragically in an auto accident. Julie's husband had strangely perished in the same way. Coincidence, mutual need and mutual desire had brought them together. They cleaved to one another in their mutual loneliness.
"We've been very good for each other, Julie," Ben said, reaching over to the table by the side of the bed for a cigarette.
"I know, Ben, darling; I don't know what I'd do without you," she said tenderly.
"Fate is strange, isn't it?"
"Yes. Strange and cruel. It seems now I need you more than I ever needed Dave."
"I think it's because you're so lonely, same as I am, Julie."
"I don't know how you manage the girls, though, Ben."
"Well, they're good girls. They haven't been much trouble. But it's hard to be both mother and father to them. I'm a poor substitute, I'm afraid."
"Now, don't say that, Ben. You've been just wonderful to the girls. It really is strange, though. Both you and I lost, really lost-you lost Marsha and I lost Dave-at the same time, almost. Auto crashes. And the girls. Both their mother and father taken from them by auto wrecks. Maybe cars really aren't pleasure chariots. They seemed to me to be more like lethal weapons. They killed your wife, my husband and the girls' mother and father. Now I have you, you have me, and the girls have to look to you as both father and mother."
"They're so young, Julie. Tara's only just turned fifteen and Dianne just turned seventeen. That's awful young for girls to lose their folks. It's like the side of their world's been smashed away. They're lost little girls and I'm all they've got. I only hope I can do right by them."
"I'm sure you're doing your best, Ben," Julie said comfortingly as she leaned over to kiss him gently on the lips, her full, firm breasts brushing over his hairy chest.
"Yeah, but is my best good enough, Julie?" he said with anguish.
"Don't doubt yourself, Ben," she said, running her tongue over his lips.
"How can I help but doubt myself ? I never had any kids of my own. I don't know what to do. I have to guess at the right things to do. And they're girls. They need a woman in the house. What do I know about teenage girls ? Yeah, that's what the girls need-a woman in the house. A woman to share their girlish experiences; a woman to guide them ; a woman in whom they can confide. Maybe we ought to get married, Julie."
"Let's not rush things, Ben."
"Rush things? Hell, you and I have been making it together for nearly a year. We know each other. We like each other. We need each other."
"Yes, I know, Ben, darling. But neither you or I ever talked about marriage until the court made you guardian for the girls. We've had a good relationship, Ben. Let's not get it all fouled up because you want a woman in the house to help raise the girls. That's no reason for marriage."
"We could make a go of it, Julie, honey, you know we could," he said lamely, knowing that what she had said was true.
Ben truly didn't want to marry again. Although Julie was very dear to him he knew that she could never replace his lost wife. No, she was right. It would be wrong to marry out of need alone. But he needed a woman in his house. He was confused. He did not know how to treat the girls. He was a lonely man. He had his needs and he had no wife to satisfy them.
Julie was the woman who now satisfied his needs. She gave him the womanly companionship that he needed. She gave him the sex that he needed. But he needed more than he could get from her. He also had a need to give. And, he could not give enough to Julie. The problem was that he could not see Julie often enough. His visits to her had become less frequent over the three months since the girls had come to live in his house. He had to spend so many evenings at home with the girls.
And, the girls were so lovely and innocent in their budding girlisliness. Both girls were so lovely that they disturbed Ben. Tara had just turned fifteen and Dianne had just crossed over into her seventeenth year. Only two years and two days separated the sisters. Ben knew that they would grow up into beautiful women. They were beautiful in their tender teen years. In no time both girls would have plenty of boyfriends, but right now they knew few boys.
It was summer and there was no school, no natural place for them to easily and quickly meet young boys. And, both girls seemed to want to keep to themselves. They were both still gripped by the grief brought on by the loss of their mother and father. For some secret, emotional reason they seemed to cling closely to Ben for friendship, affection, love and understanding. It seemed as if he was more important to the girls in their need than boys were. That would change with time. Time is the greatest healer of all. But now the girls clung to Ben. They leaned on him. They asked his advice. They shared their hopes and dreams and fears with him. And, as girls growing up they needed a man, a father figure, a man who would be their ideal of what their future lover and husband would be. That man had been their father. Most young girls play at the flirting game with their father, practicing for the day when they would have their own man. The girls played innocent, flirting games with Ben.
Those little flirting games disturbed Ben, even though they were absolutely innocent. Both Tara and Dianne had the bewitching bodies of young women, even though they were still young. They had developed, their curves had become pronounced, firm and full while they were still ill-equipped to understand the full impact of their feminine desirability.
The full impact of the girls' desirability disturbed Ben. He had seen the girls in panties and bras when they had recklessly, laughingly, run about the house, playing little games with one another. The sight of their delectable bodies, young and firm and ripe, drove Ben out of his mind. He was a man in his middle years, but a man with sexual drives nonetheless. He did not have his sexual appetite satisfied often enough.
No, Julie was not enough for Ben. If he could only be with her daily ... but that was not possible. Ben had to spend most of his time in his own home, confined there by the needs of the girls. They were so kittenish and tempting. Ben groaned in his need as he watched the girls. Their breasts swayed so beguilingly. Their firm, little bottoms twitched as they swayed their hips and swished around. They truly drove Ben wild. But he could not dare to touch them, as much as he longed to. After all, he was thirty years older than Tara and twenty-eight years older than Dianne. He had no right to entertain such thoughts. That would be statutory rape. They were under-age and they were his dependents. But rationalization did not change the fact that the presence of the two lovely teenage girls in his house troubled and disturbed Ben.
He had to fight his need and his desire. So many times he had suffered erections just watching the girls, so young and desirable ... When either one of the girls playfully and affectionately sat on Ben's lap he had to fight back the desire that the feel of their tempting buttocks brought on. Several times his prick had lumped up under the moving softness of the girls as they sat chatting on his lap. At those times he had shifted about nervously, in an attempt to keep the girls from discovering the lump of his erection. It was shameful, but he could not help himself. His was their sole guardian in the world, .their sole means of support and care and affection. He could not let his loneliness, his frustrated desire, betray his position. He had to fight back his great need. But it was so difficult, so very, very difficult.
"Ben?" Julie whispered, pressing her lush, naked body close to his, her taut, strawberry nipples grazing over his flat nipples.
"Yes?" he answered, coming out of his secret thoughts.
"What have you been thinking about?"
"Thinking about?" he smiled.
"Yes. You've seemed so far away, so deep in thought. It's as if you're not with me even though you're lying here next to me, naked and all man," she said low in her throat, her desire putting an edge on her sultry voice.
"I'm sorry, Julie. I guess I was thinking about Tara and Dianne."
"Well, now. You just stop worrying your head about the girls. You just concentrate on me. I know how to make you stop worrying," she said with a deep sigh, crossing her warm thigh over his. She liked the feel of his muscular, hairy thigh beneath her creamy, warm thigh.
"Okay, Julie, honey. I'll concentrate on you," he grinned. "That shouldn't be too difficult to do."
"I should hope not," she frowned, a mocking look of anger coming to her pretty, mature face. She brushed a stand of hair gracefully from her forehead. All of her movements were touched with womanly grace. Her womanly grace was so strangely different from Tara's and Dianne's girlish grace, but Ben had to admit to himself that there was something very appealing in the grace of all three of the women in his life-Julie and the two teenage girls.
Ben glanced at Julie. She lay close to him in the rumpled bed. It was dark outside, the shades of the bedroom were drawn, and only the dim light of the bed lamp illuminated them. The sheets barely covered Julie's lush body. Her hair was in disarray, and her face was glowing with desire, her eyes, half-lidded.
Julie leaned up and the sheet fell away, revealing the pink-tipped cones of her full, firm tits.
"Ben, I'm awfully hot to trot," Julie said in a charged voice.
"Is that right?" he teased.
"How about a little action, Ben?"
"Well, I have to go home to the girls soon. They're home alone in that house."
"They're big enough not to be frightened at being alone at night. They probably have boyfriends over there loving them up anyway."
"Don't talk like that, Julie."
"Well, now, aren't we getting touchy? What's wrong if the girls are at home necking and fooling around with boys. They're teenagers. It's natural for them to fool around with boys. How else are they going to learn what life's all about. Oh, don't be so darn sensitive, Ben."
"Yeah, I guess I am kind of sensitive about them. It's like they're my own daughters, in a way, I guess."
"Well, they're not your daughters. And they're big enough to look out for themselves right now. Forget about them for a little while, huh, Ben, sweetie. Your Julie needs a solid loving mighty bad," she purred.
"I really out to get back to the girls," he said lamely.
"How about a kiss ? " she said, her voice soft as she ignored his lame protest. She knew he didn't truly want to go home now.
"Okay. A kiss," Ben grinned.
He rolled over toward her. The sheet fell away, leaving them both naked. Julie glanced down at his exposed cock. Her eyes feasted on it.
"You look mighty yummie down there, Ben, darling," she cooed, her eyes caressing his cock.
"Come here, woman," he laughed.
They moved close to each other. Ben took Julie into his arms. Their lips fused in a deep, tongue-stabbing kiss. Julie sucked heatedly on his tongue as it drove deep into her willing mouth. Slow heat from the deep kiss and the rubbing of their naked bodies started building in both of them. Their arms tightened about each other. Their tongues darted and probed. He suddenly felt her hands slipping down his back, gripping his buttocks, pulling him down on top of her. The fever of their kiss built quickly. Ben felt her hard, stabbing nipples jabbing against his chest and his desire began to flame up higher. Then he felt one of her hands reach up to pull his head down to the urgent, swaying fullness of her tits. His tongue flicked out and began to lave the hard, taut rosy, straining nipples, making her moan.
"That's it, darling, suck on my tits. Gobble 'em up. I love it," she sighed as he hungered over her heated breasts. "Suck on them lover. Oh, I love the way you do my boobs. Yessss," she hissed in her driving need.
As he hungered over her heaving tits he felt her hand slip between their naked bodies, over the rolls of flesh at his stomach, down, down until she expertly found and gripped his naked, throbbing, hardening cock.
"Ah, that's it, honey," she sighed.
He breathed deeply as he sucked on her nipples, his tongue tracing circles around the hard, straining nipples. He gasped as her hand gripped and caressed his hard cock, massaging expertly his swollen flesh. Hot sensations swept over Ben. They were both drowning in the mountain waves of desire. She was responding to him with abandon, one of her hands raking over his back and ass, the other curling in a maddening caress on his swollen cock.
"Oh, Ben, I want you so. I need you to fuck me with that wonderful prick of yours. It's so nice and hard now. I'm ready for you Ben," she breathed raggedly.
And she was ready. As their bodies pressed and rubbed together, his mouth devouring her breasts, her hand jerking up and down on his cock, he moved one of his hands down to her trembling thighs. He teased his fingers over her creaming hill of love. Her cunt lips were damp and moist. His fingers gently, teasingly, spread apart the lips of her pussy, flicked through the soft, hair-tangled hill. like a teasing sword his forefinger knifed its way along her pulsing trench.
"Ohhhhh, Ben," she sighed, bucking her hips as his finger teased over her creaming pussy lips. Her fingers, in a closed, tight circle, fondled feverishly up and down along his long, thick prick.
His finger flicked in and out between the pink slit, making Julie jerk her hips spasmodically. She spread her thighs wider apart, to better accommodate the teasing, finger-fucking that he was expertly giving her.
Julie shuddered involuntarily in reaction to the sexual stimulation. She wormed her hips until she felt his fingers bury itself all the way into her hot vagina. She felt the rub of his hand over her erect, tingling clitoris. She heaved her ass, urging his fucking-finger on. Soft mews of pleasure came from her as his finger slithered in and out, slowly, slowly, making her squirm her hips in equal rhythm.
Then, with a deep, animal groan, Julie kicked her legs wide apart. She pulled Ben down on her, his hairy body covering her pink, glowing curves. His hips drove forward, hard, and his huge erection thrust its way up into her moist, well-lubricated passageway. His cock slid deep into her upturned pussy, jabbing into it without mercy. She laced her legs high up around her waist, pulling him down into her with strength and urgency.
"That's it, Ben," she groaned. "Sock it to me, darling. Oh, I love the glorious feel of your prick in me. I loooove it. It feels so good. It feels delicious. It fills me up. Fuck me hard and fast, Ben. I'm burning up."
"God, you're a terrific lay," he said, panting, as he drove his hips forward, impaling her on his driving erection.
Julie tossed under Ben lasciviously. His hands cradled her heavy, heaving ivory buttock's globes. She loved the way his cock poked in and out of her heat-drenched pussy. She quivered beneath him, giving him full access to her pink, creamy slit of desire. Her tits, swollen with passion, heaved as she bucked her body wantonly. She labored and gasped and squirmed her ass mightily, grinding her pussy up to meet the jabbing thrusts of his spearing prick.
His lips hunger over her swollen nipples, thrilling her. Julie gave herself to Ben in abject, living surrender. His relentless cock crushed apart the tight, elastic grip of her pussy lips, driving deeply. His red prick slipped, dripping with pussy juice, burying and withdrawing itself from the hot, tight tunnel of her vagina.
Julie sobbed and squirmed her buttocks round and round, trying to capture every delicious jab of his cock more fully. She strove to envelop, en-sheath every inch of his speeding cock as it dove in and out of her voracious, gripping vulva. Her soft, heaving, nest of lust took every inch of his stud's cock completely. She thought she could feel the hard knob of his pecker spearing up into her trembling belly. She loved it.
Her gash was passion inflamed, pink and covered with cream as the cock fucked it. Ben bucked faster and faster over Julie, and she sobbed and drove her hot crevice at the cock that was taking her so expertly and hotly.
They were flowing together in familiar unison, her thighs, strained wide apart, open to receive completely the hot thrust of his prick. The bed springs creaked under their twisting, thrashing bodies as they feverishly fucked one another. Both of their bodies were tense with action. She clutched him closer, tighter, with her eager arms and thighs and gripping pussy lips.
His slippery organ, throbbing and slick and dripping, thrust in and out. His huge cudgel was buried so deeply up in Julie's squirming pink grasping hole. His cock sunk in to the balls. The balls slapped against her heaving ass. To the hilt he buried his erection, his balls swaying and slapping against her wet split. Julie moaned and Ben groaned as they fucked with expert rhythm, panting and heaving at one another. She undulated her lush body and circled her ass with abandon as he fucked her deliciously. She was in the grip of supreme rapture, as he was. Her tits danced as she tossed in tempo with the cock that screwed her so fiercely, so relentlessly. She loved the in and out drive of his hot, glistening poker.
Both of their gyrating bodies were glistening with perspiration as they exerted themselves to their fullest. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down in the deep valley between her heaving breasts. She bit down hard on her lip and cried out as he jabbed hard, faster and harder. His cock was speeding and dipping wetly between her surging, clinging pussy lips. She cried out lewd encouragement to Ben as he took her, but Ben needed no encouragement. He lashed her with his huge prick as she ground her buttocks in wild need, screwing her cunt round and round, giving extra friction to their mating.
Julie reveled in the delight of being so soundly fucked. She heaved her body, lifting him up as he drove madly over her. Rivulets of moisture drained in the tight crevice of Julie's grinding buttocks. Her thighs strained, clutching Ben in even closer.
"Fuck me, you wonderful stud," Julie cried as tears of joy trickled down her fevered cheeks. "Jab me good and hard. Ahhhh, that's the way. Faster, faster. I'm on the edge. I'm going to come. Faster!"
"I'm going to come too," he said hoarsely as he worked over her.
Ben buffeted her on the squeaking, shaking mattress, his swollen cock fucking her cunt with blinding speed now.
Suddenly Julie screamed. She twisted her head from side to side, caught in the grip of the beginning of her climax. Ben coughed as he began to feel his own climax nearing swiftly. Julie screwed her ass-cheeks close together and heatedly screwed her pussy up and around. She screamed again and again, in the middle of her climax. Ben's pulsing cock began finally to spurt out its white jets of come.
His cock spit thick jets of sperm deep into her clasping, pulsing vagina. Julie's trembling buttocks ground and contracted and heaved as her own orgasm smashed over her. Gush after gush of his white sperm spurted into her trench. Thick, white liquid began to ooze from Julie's cunt as she squeezed it tightly on his discharging cock.
Her ass heaved wildly and her thighs were wet with come. Her pubic hair furrowed around her creaming slit was soaked and matted. His cock continued to maul her climaxing pussy, shooting fountains of sperm deep into her clutching tunnel.
And then, slowly, the ripples of climax began to subside and his cock began to deflate inside of her. Julie had nearly passed out from the intensity of her finish. She had given her all and had taken his all. She was exausted, drained, satisfied. He was, too.
He lay on her, kissing and caressing her, his deflated cock still buried deep in her trench. He could feel the internal pulse of her climax as it finished. He slowly withdrew and then, as she lay there, thighs wide apart, panting, he bent his head low and kissed her over her throbbing cunt lips, tasting the oozing juice that flowed from inside of her.
They lay together for a long time, breathing heavily, whispering and kissing each other.
"Oh, Ben, darling, that was soooooo wonderful," she sighed.
"It was the best," he said with an appreciative smile.
She smiled at him, her pretty, mature face relaxed from the satisfaction she had just experienced beneath his driving cock.
"I wish you'd fuck me again before you go home, darling," she purred.
"I can't, even though I'd like to stay here all night."
"Ummmm, that'd be sooooo nice, Ben."
"Yes, it would."
The head of his now soft prick lay close to the creamy V at the top of her spread thighs. She loved the way her pussy felt, so totally used and ravished.
"I think I'd better take a shower, dress and get back to my wards," Ben said.
"Can't you stay for a quickie, please?" she begged, crawling down over the length of his body until her lips were hovering over his spent cock.
"No, I'm afraid not. It's getting too late for that, honey. Ahhhh, that's good," he groaned.
She was licking her long, pink tongue up and down over the slick length of his spent prick. His cock was shiny and covered with the mixed juices of their come. She liked the taste. She licked up and down his soft cock, slowly, savoring the taste and the thrill of his secret flesh under the curl of her tongue. Then he gently pushed her face away.
"No more, honey," he said softly. "I want more. I like the way you were licking. I want to lay you again. But I have to go home."
"I'm jealous of the girls," Julie pouted.
"You shouldn't be."
"Well, I am They have you all the time. I hardly see you anymore."
"That's the way it is," he said, his voice trailing off as he climbed out of the bed.
Ben showered, dressed, then kissed Julie deeply before he finally left. He got into his car, feeling satisfied, and slowly drove through the dark of the night back to his house. It was just after midnight. He had wanted to get home earlier. He didn't like to leave the girls there alone. But, he had his needs, too, and only Julie could satisfy them, not often enough, but at least she gave him the release he constantly yearned for.
He turned the car up the driveway and guided it into the garage, snapping off the lights.
CHAPTER TWO
While Ben was spending the long, evening hours in bed with Julie, Tara had been alone in his house. Her older sister, Dianne, had gone out on a date. Dianne had dated the boy three times before, the only boy she had gone out with since her parents' death and her move into her Uncle Ben's house. That left Tara in the house alone. She hadn't dated at all since moving into Ben's. The tragedy had torn her asunder, but her young mind was resilient, and she was recovering as quickly as was humanly possible. But, the death of her mother and father had left a deep scar on Tara.
She was just a few weeks past her fifteenth birthday. She had been very active with boys up to the time of the tragedy. In fact, she had tried mostly everything with boys short of going all the way.
During the past year Tara's slim, nymph-like body had truly begun to develop. Her breasts were now firm and thrusting, tempting, swaying cones, tipped with extended, pink nipples-if it was true that you could measure a girl's passion by the length of her nipple tips, then Tara was indeed a very passionate girl. She did not have the kind of physical maturity that Julie did; instead, she had a bewitching, breath-sucking sexiness in her curvy, girlish grace. She moved with quick, cat-like grace. Her long, flowing blonde hair beautifully framed her lovely, lovely face. She was a real charmer, the kind that could make an old man groan and wish that he were young again. All this, at fifteen years of age.
Alone in the house, the night stretching out before her in endless boredom, Tara finished her bath, toweled her luscious young body dry and gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
She had a lot to look at and admire. She looked at her glowing pink reflection with approval, admiring her own nakedness. With a wicked smile she licked her pink tongue over her lips as her hands cupped her firm, sharp, creamy tits. Her extended nipples sprang to life with desire as her fingers teased them. She watched her reflection in the mirror as she felt herself up. She sighed with pleasure, wishing that the caressing hands were a boy's hands. She loved to be felt up. Finally she sighed deeply and dropped her caressing hands from her trembling, swaying breasts and tingling, hard nipples. She felt her clitoris hard and shamelessly erect with excitement in the tender, secret pink flesh of her pussy. She didn't want to finger herself to completion, she wasn't in the mood for that.
She slipped on a pair of wispy lace and nylon panties; they were the panty-bottom of her baby doll pajamas. She slipped the virtually transparent top over her head and it fell sensuously in place, caressing her tits, hugging her waist and hips; the hem of the filmy pa jama top just barely covered the lacy edge of the panty bottom. Her sleeping outfit was pink and white and provocative. She smiled at her reflected vision in the mirror approvingly again, put her pretty feet into the pink and white pump slippers, and swished slowly out of the bathroom. Her delectable young body was warmly scented with powder and perfume. As she walked back to her bedroom the filmy top clung to her swaying tits, and the cherry-tipped imprint of her nipples was clearly visible through the sheer material.
Earlier in the evening, shortly after both her sister and uncle had left her in the house alone, Tara had curiously ventured up into the attic. There she poked about for better than an hour, inspecting relics of her uncle and late aunt's past. She poured over picture albums, smiling to herself as she saw old pictures of her uncle when he was a very young man. She liked the way he looked in his bathing suit in one old photo. His stomach was a knot of muscles and he looked handsome and very attractive. It was hard for Tara to believe that he was the same man with whom she and her sister were now living. His thick blonde hair was now thinning. His muscled stomach was going soft with rolls of fat. He was getting so old, she thought. When a girl's only fifteen, she considers anyone approaching thirty to be ancient; and, her uncle was clearly fifteen years beyond the ancient age of thirty. To Tara, he was old enough to be in a museum.
Tara had virtually satisfied her curiosity in the attic and was on the verge of turning off the light when she caught sight of a heap of blankets and sheets in a cobwebbed corner of the attic. What caught her attention was a bit of cardboard that peeked out from under the thick cover of blankets and sheets. She wondered what was in the cardboard box. Had her uncle or aunt purposefully hidden this box? She walked over and uncovered the layers and layers of blankets and sheets from the small cardboard box. She carefully opened the box and looked inside. She saw it packed loosely with five books, three thick and hard-covered, two thinner and paperbound.
She picked up the box when she discovered that it was light and easy to carry. She wanted to see the books in the box. Not caring to remain in the stuffy attic any longer, she carried the box down the stairs and to her room, sliding it under her bed until she was quite ready to inspect its contents. She reasoned that her uncle would not miss the box since he scarcely went up to the attic. A.nd, she had carefully rearranged the blankets and sheets until it looked as if they still concealed the small box.
Now, alone in the house and bored after her bath, she remembered the small box. She got down on her rosy knees and pulled it out from under her bed. She closed her bedroom door for privacy. It was silly to do that in an empty house, but she felt girlishly guilty to be picking through someone else's possessions.
She took the five books out of the box and tossed them onto her fluffy bedspread. She lay back on the bed, fixed the pillow comfortably behind her head, and reached for the slim paperback book. With a feeling of forbidden excitement she opened the book. As she slowly gazed at the pages her young, innocent eyes went wide with wonder.
Tara had unwittingly, in her boredom, found a box containing her uncle's tiny library of pornography.
The slim, paperback book was crammed full with drawings. It was a cartoon story, skillfully and luridly drawn, leaving nothing to the imagination of the young girl.
It was the story of a jungle queen. The jungle queen was a fantastically-built girl, beautiful beyond description. Since the cartoon story was in color, Tara quickly identified with the jungle queen, since she was a blonde, just as Tara was. The jungle queen was in a great, wildly decorated hut that was decorated in erotic style. On the hut's walls hung huge pictures of erect cocks and pulsating vaginas. There were fantasies of couples coupling with total sensual abandon. Tara stared at the first picture avidly, heat beginning to grip her young, sweet pussy.
The jungle queen was a commanding figure. Tara slowly moved her eyes from picture to picture, savoring the wonderful color drawings and the story line simply told beneath each picture. The longer she gazed at the jungle queen, the more and more. Tara found herself identifying with the blonde queen. The queen was wearing a slender leopard skin bra over her overflowing breasts, and a skimpy leopard skirt that dropped only an inch below her frilly panties. Tara wondered for a moment where the jungle queen got her panties, then she gave herself up to the erotic fantasy as she turned the page.
At a command from the jungle queen a huge, fantastically-muscled black native entered the hut. He wore only a tight loincloth around his middle; the loincloth encased what was obviously the hugest pecker in the world. Just imagining what the size of his black cock would be made Tara's throat go dry.
The jungle queen gave the huge native several orders and then asked him if he had fulfilled the task which she had earlier given to him. She discovered that he still hadn't performed the task. He was the chief warrior, but she was the queen. She was angry, and he bowed his head humbly before her royal outburst.
The jungle queen made the native bow low before her. She tore away his loincloth; he had the biggest cock that Tara could imagine; he looked like a horse between his legs. The jungle queen made, the native assume the position, then she took a whip from the wall of the hut and advanced on the naked, bowing black savage dramatically. For a moment she poised her lush white body over the naked black native's shining black, heavily-muscled body. Then, with a strong flick of her wrist she began to flog the native. He cringed beneath her, taking the brutal sting of the whip as it flogged unmercifully over his vulnerable ass. Welts, ugly and brutal crisscrossed his buttocks and flecks of blood began to trickle from the cruel wounds. The jungle queen flogged him until the native collapsed, unconscious, on the floor. She bent over him, tossing away the whip, and slapped his face until he became conscious. Then she walked away from him and sprawled back on her luxurious bed of animal skins. When Tara read what the jungle queen wanted the beaten warrior chief to do, she gasped.
The warrior chief complied, crawling up between the luscious white columns of his queen's thighs, which were wide-spread. At her command he stripped away her microskirt and panties. He stared with hunger at her pink, blonde-fringed slit. His thick lips were moist. The jungle queen closed her eyes and told him to worship her cunt. He did.
Tara was in a state of high sexual excitement as she hungrily devoured the pictures with her eyes. The black man's face disappeared between the queen's quivering white thighs. Her cunt lips were moist and parted for the lick of his thick tongue. He buried his face between her legs, his mouth sucking noisily over her cunt hill. The queen's face was a study of ecstasy. Tara saw his tongue licking over the queen's pink, pulsating slit, saw it lick over the clitoris, saw his thick red tongue finally lick wetly up and down over the cunt lips, saw the tongue begin to dip into the gaping hole of the queen's vagina, impaling the queen on his dipping, diving, flicking, driving tongue. After the queen climaxed, she pushed his face away from her creamy twat. She gave him an order, and the order puzzled Tara. She had commanded him to send her fucking team to her.
Tara's excited puzzlement did not last long. Into the hut came three gigantic native warriors, each of them bigger and stronger looking than the powerful chief who had just eaten the queen's pussy. The queen smiled, rose, and in her naked splendor walked from native to native, stripping away each loincloth in turn, leaving the three studs naked before her imperial stare.
She walked among them, her white fingers curling around their huge black cocks, fondling them to slow erection. She led them over to her bed and made them stand nakedly before her. She crawled on her knees from man to man, her red lips sucking each hard black cock in turn, making each cock harder and readier for combat. And then the sexual conquest began wildly.
One black cock took the queen in the pink pussy slit, while a second speared cleanly and deeply in to the balls between her pink buttocks. She was being fucked in the cunt and the ass-hole at the same time. The third cock was buried to its hilt between the queen's red, gaping, sucking lips. His huge balls slapped against the queen's chin. The men rotated their positions, each in his turn fucking her first in the ass, then in the pussy, then dumping his load in her mouth. Three times the men made the full rotation. And then the jungle queen had had enough. She dismissed her native fucking team and lay back to dream of further fucking in the black jungle over which she was queen-queen of power and queen of sex.
The cartoon story of the jungle queen deeply moved and sexually stimulated Tara. She was hot with desire. She had never dreamed of being fucked three ways at once-and, by black cocks! It was too much! She was virtually panting out loud as she put the book aside and reached for the second paperback book. It was also a full-color cartoon story. In the book Tara saw people fucking in fantastic positions. She saw men sucking men, women eating women, strange and weird combinations of linked men and women fucking and sucking in a wild orgy. She saw young girls spanking the father's naked red asses, dominating and using their fathers arrogantly. Tara read all of the books. She was so hot when she was finished that she began to slide her finger under the thin band of nylon that covered her moist slit. A good finger-fuck would give her relief. Just as her finger touched her moist pussy lips, Tara heard the front door of the house open downstairs. She quickly hopped up, put the books back in the box and then slid the box under the bed. She heard her sister talking softly to her date in the hallway.
"You wait here, Tom," she heard Dianne telling her date. "I'll go upstairs and see if my sister's asleep. I don't think my uncle will be home for awhile yet. So, if Tara's asleep the coast'll be clear for us to have some real fun together."
Tara heard her older sister giggle as the boy told her to hurry. Tara quickly dove under the covers, turned off the light, and pretended to be asleep. She heard her door softly open. Dianne peered in and, satisfied that Tara was asleep, closed the door and tripped swiftly down the carpeted stairs.
Tara sprang out of bed, opened her door, walked silently down the hall and listened, with ears straining, to the conversation between her older sister and her date.
"The coast is clear," Tara heard her sister, Dianne say. Tara moved down the stairs until she could see her older sister and her date.
Dianne was a vision of seventeen-year-old loveliness. Her long, shining auburn hair framed a face that was as beautiful as Tara's. One could tell they were sisters by looking at their faces. But their coloring and size differed. Dianne was tall, five-seven, tall for a girl; Tara was five-four. And, Dianne's body was a bit more lush than Tara's. She stood close to her date, her blue sweater clinging to her thrusting tits. She had slim hips that curved out from a narrow waist. Her long legs were flawless, and the boy could see a lot of them; she was wearing a mid-thigh miniskirt of red plaid.
The boy was tall and good-looking, with short brown hair. He hugged Dianne close and kissed her on her cheek.
"You say the coast is clear?" the boy asked excitedly.
"Yes, Tom. Tara's asleep in her room with her door closed, and my uncle's still out. I think he's with his girl friend, so he won't be home for a while, yet."
"Great!" the boy said.
"Come on, Tom. Let's go into the living room and turn the lights down real low," she smiled wickedly. "We have to do something about that hard-on you've got," she giggled.
From where she was concealed, Tara could see the boy's erection brazenly pushing out the cloth of his trousers. She saw her older sister gazing down hotly at the erection and, Tara stared at it hotly too. When Dianne and the boy went into the living room, Tara moved swiftly down the steps, went round the hall and came up in the darkness to the door near the sofa. She pushed the door slightly open. Her view was perfect. She was no more than six feet away from her sister and the boy as they sat down close to each other on the sofa. She watcher her sister and the boy kiss hotly, saw her sister's cheek sink in, and Tara knew that Dianne was seductively sucking on the boy's tongue.
As Tara watched she saw her sister's hand drop to the boy's lap to fondle and caress the boy's cock, a hard, long ridge pulsing within his trousers. Tara gulped, burning with desire. First the erotic books ... and now ... this...
"I wanna lay you, Dianne," the boy breathed hoarsely as he heatedly caressed her full tits through her sweater
"No, darling. That's too dangerous," she answered as she firmly clutched his erection through his trousers.
"But why?"
"Suppose my uncle walks in and we're in the middle of it, You won't be able to pull your pants up quick enough and I won't be able to pull up my panties in time, either. It's too dangerous, I tell you, Tom, lover."
"Then let's go back out to my car and do it there," he said eagerly.
"Not on your life," Dianne laughed musically. "That little sports car of yours isn't made for screwing, unfortunately. So, we'll have to do the best we can right here."
"But you said-"
"I know. I said we'd have to take care of that beautiful hard-on that you have. And, I will take care of it, darling Tom," she said seductively.
"Christ, I'll have blue balls soon if we don't do something. And if you keep on jerking my peter with your hand I'll come in my pants."
"We wouldn't want that to happen, would we ? " Dianne laughed drunkenly. "I mean, all that sweet cream shooting inside your pants. What a waste."
"Are you gonna take it out and jerk it off with your hand or what?" the boy asked Tara's older sister as Tara watched from the darkness, in the hot grip of sexual excitement. It seemed to Tara that her sister was acting far more maturely than the boy was, even though the boy was at least a year older. She seemed to be controlling the situation.
Dianne curled herself close in the boy's arms, tilting her full tits against his chest, thrillingly rubbing her hard nipples round and round as she tongue-kissed him. She shifted her position, hiking her miniskirt up over her nylon stocking tops, revealing the creamy flesh of her upper thighs. The boy's face flushed as the kiss broke and Dianne began flicking her tongue into his ear, teasingly. She pressed the mound of her pussy against his thigh and began to rub it there hard. The boy puffed for air. She moved so that she was half hovering over him, one knee between his spread legs, the other on the outside of his thigh. Her pussy continued to rub over his upper thigh, exciting both of them as she tongue-lashed his sensitive ear and rubbed her hard nipples against his chest.
Her thigh made firm contact with his erect prick as she breathed wetly into his ear, mumbling obscene words to him, driving him wild with need. She ground her thigh mercilessly against his hard prick. The boy felt as if he was being, smothered by the scent and silky softness of her.
"You're a dear love and I'm going to give you a nice treat in a little while," Dianne said huskily as she nibbled on his earlobe and rubbed her body against his.
"God, I want you," the boy said, his voice nearly drowning.
"Just be patient, Tom, love, and Dianne will reward you," she teased.
Tara could hardly stand watching the lurid scene. She had never witnessed her sister acting in this manner. Her sister was making the boy squirm, and like it. What a tease she was!
Then, suddenly, Dianne shifted her position, and she was sitting close to the boy again, her thigh touching his. She was seducing the boy the way she wanted to, she was in complete control of him, and she loved the feeling of power. Her eyes were partly lidded and were glittering with desire.
The boy groaned. Tara stared wide-eyed at what her sister was now doing.
She snuggled close to him and teased his cock with her fingers. Then the boy groaned loudly as Dianne slowly unzipped his fly.
"Goodness, Tom, love, we can't keep your big boner cooped up in your pants forever," she said softly.
"Oh, God," the boy moaned.
"Dianne'll make you feel better once she gets that boner out."
The boy was at her mercy, tossing and sighing as she teased his hard prick through the material of his pants. His fly was gaping wide open, but she teased him on, delaying the drive of her slender fingers into the opening. She tortured him and fondled him through the fabric of his trousers, enjoying the boy's discomfort. As she slowly fondled his swollen prick in his pants she seductively teased him with lurid conversation, her voice low and charged with meaning, describing what she could do for him to make his peter feel better.
Then her hand finally wormed its way into his fly and began to tease his naked hardness with knowing fingers. The boy nearly sobbed. Dianne laughed softly, enjoying the power she held over him. Then she skillfully lifted his cock, hard as a rock, out of his pants. Tara stared. It was pink and swollen, long and thick and hard. She gasped.
"What a nice, big prick you have, Tommy," Dianne cooed.
She ordered the boy to shift his hips. He obeyed. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and shorts until they were bunched around his ankles. He was naked from the waist down.
"Mmmmm, this is going to be fun," Dianne said softly as she gazed down at the upward thrust of his hard, naked cock in the firm curl of her moving fingers. She began to stroke and massage his thick cock, rubbing the heated flesh back and forth. Then she slipped her other hand to his balls and cradled the heavy, twin load in the palm of her soft hand. The boy gritted his teeth, went red in the face, and groaned with anguish and delight. She expertly toyed with his penis and testicles, as if they were toys made for her amusement.
"Like that, lover?" she asked seductively.
"Yesss," he hissed.
"This is fun," she sighed. She stroked his hard rod slowly, her fingers making a tight fist around his shaft. Up and down her hand moved slowly, teasingly, making his cock get slowly redder and redder from the tight pressure her fingers were applying.
"If you keep that up much longer, Dianne, I'm going to come all over the carpet," the boy said through tightly clenched teeth.
"Oh, that'll never do, lover boy. I have better things in mind."
"You do?"
"I sure do!"
"What-"
She pushed him back on the couch until he was lying there fiat on his back, his cock standing hard and erect, pointing straight up at the ceiling. His face was a tortured mask. Her face was a mask of triumphant desire. She was using him to satisfy the need that now she meant to satisfy. Tara watched her sister as she leaned over the boy, her face close to his testicles, her warm breath fanning over his straining cock. Her auburn hair tickled over his quaking, naked thighs.
Her wet lips kissed teasingly over the boy's hard stomach. Tara watched and remembered the jungle queen and those hard black cocks in the hot suck of her lips; she breathed deeply as she watched her older sister, knowing clearly what was soon going to happen. She suddenly wished that it could be her lips, instead of her sister's, that would be closing wetly on the boy's hard cock.
Dianne was now bent over the boy's lap, her two hands massaging the boys erect penis. The boy thrust up his hips. Her lips danced along his heated flesh, fleeting kisses traveling up and down on the hard pole. She licked her tongue over the hard knob and tasted the drop of seminal fluid that gleamed there. Her lips formed a lipstick-red oval and her face moved slowly down toward the swaying, erect prick.
"Ugggg," the boy groaned at the first moist contact of her lips.
Her lips parted and the warm moistness closed over the throbbing, super-sensitive head of his prick.
"Oh, do that thing," the boy groaned. "Suck me. Yessss. Good, ohhhhh, gooooood."
Tara was in a trance, an erotic trance, as she watched. Her cunt was throbbing. The boy's strong hands reached down and tangled in Dianne's auburn hair. Her head was now slowly bobbing over the boy's lap. The thickness of his hard cock was shoving in and out of the sucking oval of her sweet, heated, expert lips. She plunged her head all the way down, consuming the entire length of his hardness, nearly choking as it tickled and thrust against her tonsils.
Her tongue washed around his wet, hard, fleshy prick as her lips sucked with rapture and her teeth grated tinglingly over it. She bobbed her head slowly up and down, bringing her lips all the way up to the creamy-sticky, blood-swollen head of his rod, then down again sucked and dove her hungry, gaping, gripping lips. She was in no hurry to finish him. She wanted to savor every lovely moment of the sucking. She felt power, not humbleness, as she ate his cock. He was completely under her power. He was like a helpless rag doll under her hypnotic lips.
She swirled her tongue over the knobby head of his rod and then she sucked hard over the throbbing head.
"Oh, God, you're the best. You're the end, the whole world," the boy sobbed in the throes of passion.
Dianne was too busy and her lips were too stuffed with his prick, to answer. His hard shaft drove rhythmically in and out of her ovaled, clinging lips. The boy jerked his hips in rhythm with her wet, sucking lips. Every time her lips sucked up the length of his prick her tongue dragged dramatically along the fevered flesh. She loved the scent of his manhood. She sucked hungrily, every inch of her being concentrated on her task.
"Suck it, suck it, ohhhhh that's the way to do it. Yes oh God that's so good. Oh God I'm going to come, come, come!"
She felt his hardness swell and begin to throb in the greedy tight clutch of her surging lips. She knew he was about to go over the edge and empty his cock between her lips deep in her mouth. She wanted that. She wanted to taste every drop of his come, wanted wildly to swallow it all down. And then he came. His body jerked and her lips worked and sucked more feverishly. Her auburn head became a bobbing blur. She sucked. A great fountain of white sperm poured from his cock. She gulped and swallowed. Another gush squirted forth, her cheeks ballooned out with the load and then squeezed in as she drank it down. She sucked and swallowed as geyser after geyser splashed from his ejaculating prick into the hot circle of her surging lips. She sucked wildly as his cock began to slowly go limp, drained of sperm by her mouth. She wanted every last drop, and she got it.
Finally, she raised her head up, releasing his limp shaft from her shining, sperm-sprayed lips. Drops of come glistened on her red lips. She licked the drops away with a satisfied swallow.
"Feel better now, Tommie boy?" she asked throatily.
Tara blinked her eyes. She could hardly believe what her eyes had seen and her senses had thrilled to. Her older sister had given the handsome boy a delicious blow-job. Tara wondered if she was as good as her sister. Her sister's performance had been impressive. She heard the two of them talking softly as they kissed and caressed each other.
She didn't know the exact meaning of the words, she was too absorbed in the watching. Her sister and the boy were in a torrid embrace, her sister's miniskirt bunched up near the edge of her red panties, a delectable expanse of thigh showing above her stocking tops. The boy was twisted sideways from the waist, his nakedness from the waist down still under the hungry gaze of Tara. Tara saw the boy's hand drop down to her older sister's moving thigh, and began its journey slowly and caressingly up toward her sister's panty-protected crotch.
Dianne widened her legs, making room for the boy's advancing hand. She had told the boy to give her a hand-job. He was doing her bidding, just as she knew he would. The upward movement of his hand along her now naked thighs sent thrilling electric shocks through Dianne's being. Then she felt a sudden jolt of emotion as his strong finger grazed over the thin red crotch band of her panty, stretched so tightly and protectively over her excited mound.
She spread her thighs wider apart. Her miniskirt bunched up over her snaking hips. The boy's hand cupped her pussy mound, making her sigh with delight. His finger lolled up and down over the cleft in her pussy mound, pressing the nylon into the juicing lips. She slid down lower on the cushion of the couch, to better accommodate the boy's finger.
"Take off my panties, dammit," she said urgently.
"Yeah, sure," the boy said dumbly.
Clumsily, he peeled her panties off. Dianne's eyes were fast getting glassy with desire. Her belly rose and fell with her rapid breathing. The boy's hands moved down over her flat belly and with his fingers he gently but clumsily pressed the pink edges of her cunt lips. Dianne sucked in air. The bud of her clitoris was exposed and erect. His fingers stroked roughly over it, making her shiver with need.
The elastic lips of her cunt expanded to give entrance to his probing finger. The' tip of his finger slid into the moist cunt opening, making her sigh. Her legs clamped tightly around his hand, trapping it against her slit, forcing the finger into her pulsing hole. The walls of her cunt were on fire as his finger jabbed all the way in.
"That's it, darling," she breathed, squirming her ass up, moving her mound against the jab of his finger. "Not too rough, now. Ahhh, that's the way. Finger me good, honey."
Dianne groaned with delight as the boy's finger fucked in and out of her moist vagina. His hand and fingers cupped and caressed her soft, warm, yielding flesh. Her tight, pink, pussy lips clutched at the thrusting finger. She moved her palpitating slit jerkily in rhythm with his jabbing finger. She thrashed her hips up and down and sighed as she felt the pleasurable sensations that his finger was giving her. Tingles of wicked pleasure gripped her heaving body.
"Faster, darling," she urged the boy between heated kisses. "I'm near the edge. God, faster. I'll come, come, soon, only fuck me faster with your finger. Ohhhh, that's the way. Don't stop, keep it up."
Tara could tell by the twisted, tortured expression on her older sister's lovely face that she was nearing her climax, Then the boy, Dianne and Tara suddenly tensed. They heard the motor of a car turning off the street up onto the driveway. It was Uncle Ben returning from his night of lust with Julie.
"Stop, stop," Dianne told the boy urgently. "That's my uncle's car driving up the driveway."
"Good God!" the boy said, frightened.
"Aaaagg," Dianne sobbed with frustration as his finger, wet and creamy and dripping, pulled quickly out of her hot pussy. She was so near the edge of completion. She was being cheated out of her finish.
Then Dianne got a quick grip on herself. She picked up her ruined panties and jammed them into her purse. She got up and pulled her skirt down, smoothing it into place. She patted her disarrayed auburn hair, trying to make herself look presentable.
"Get your pants up, Tom, and be damn quick about it," Dianne said urgently to the boy. He drunkenly sprang into action, dragging up his shorts and trousers, fixing the belt in place.
"I've gotta get outta here," the boy said nervously. "I can't let him catch me here."
Dianne had control of herself except for the throbbing in her moist, hot, naked pussy. There was a telltale gleam in her slightly passion-glassed eyes and her hair was still in disarray.
"Jeeze, I can't. I'm too jumpy. I'll give the game away," the boy said in fright.
Dianne could see that it was true; the boy would give everything away. She decided that the best thing for her to do was to get him out of the house, and fast. She heard the garage door open, and the car's motor growl as it moved into the garage.
"Okay. Beat it. Go out the front door. He'll be coming in through the side of the house, so he won't see you. Cut across the lawn keeping in the shadows to your car. Go on, move."
"Yeah, yeah," the boy said. With speed and fright he was out of the front door, closing the door behind himself quietly. At the instant that the front door closed, the door leading in from the garage to the house opened, and both Dianne and Tara could hear their uncle's footsteps coming in toward the living room.
Tara was, for the present, stuck in her hiding place. She stared out through the crack of the door at her older sister. Dianne was fighting for control of herself. She looked natural except for her quick breathing, the glazed look in her passionate dark eyes and the disarray of her hair. She took a deep breath and steadied herself as her uncle entered the living room.
"Hi, Uncle Ben," Dianne said, trying to make her voice sound friendly and natural. But there was an edge of excitement, nervousness and subdued passion in her voice.
"Hello, Dianne," Ben answered. He was surprised to find her in the living room alone. He frowned.
"Where you been?"
"Oh, out," he said, not committing himself. He looked at her closely as he surveyed the situation in a split second. In that moment he sensed it all. He saw the nervous way in which she was wringing her hands. He saw that only one dim light was on. Why would she be alone in the living room with only one dim light on? Strange behavior. And, her appearance. Ben was experienced. He had seen that look before. It was a look of frustrated passion. Her eyes gave off a telltale glitter. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. Her hair was messed up. Her skirt was slightly wrinkled and her sweater seemed slightly stretched, especially around her proud tits. Ben knew. The girl had obviously been necking and petting with a boy in the living room, and his arrival had interrupted them at a crucial moment. She had probably hurried the boy out of the front door when she heard him driving up. Well, now, Ben smiled to himself. Dianne's a little bundle of passion, is she? It was now obvious to him that Julie had been correct when she had guessed that the girls might be home fooling around with boys.
"Where's Tara?"
"Asleep in her room."
"I see," Ben said quietly. His eyes held Dianne's. They seemed to see right through her, probing deeply, finding the truth. She shifted from foot to foot, nervously. "So Tara's asleep. And, young lady, what were you doing all by yourself here in the dark living room?"
"Well, I ... was just roaming around..." she said with a faltering voice.
Ben knew Dianne was quick and bright. If she had nothing to hide then there would be no need for her nervousness and her failing answers.
"You know you weren't just roaming around," Ben smiled knowingly at the girl. He walked over and sat down in the comfortable armchair. "Now, Dianne, why don't you just try to tell me the truth," he said softly, trying not to frighten the girl.
She tried to return his stare, but, guiltily, she could not. She dropped her eyes from his, took a nervous step toward him, knowing her lies would do her no good. She decided the thing to do was to tell him the truth. Tara, hiding in the darkness, could feel the nervousness that held her sister captive.
"Well, Uncle Ben, the truth is."
"Yes?"
"The truth is-there was a boy here."
"I thought so."
"You did?" she said, surprised., "I knew it the moment I walked in. I could tell by the way you looked. I could tell by the way you acted nervous, and by the way you talked. Now, why don't you just relax and tell me all about it?" he said easily, with a friendly smile on his face, trying to put the girl at ease. Ben studied the girl as she stood, fighting herself, right in front of him. She was a beauty. He liked the way her sweater hugged her thrusting breasts, so young and proud and full.
"Well," she giggled nervously, "a boy named Tom was over here. We went to a movie tonight and then drove back here." She threw her shoulders back with pride, pride in her beauty and her body. "He's kind of wild for me, Uncle Ben." As she thrust her shoulders back and poised before him, her firm young breasts swayed slightly beneath her sweater. She was unconsciously displaying herself for his benefit. She was still deeply stirred by her unsatisfied passion. She could still feel the throb of desire, unquelled, in the hungry mound between her thighs. She turned and smiled at Ben, a bewitching smile on her face, making Ben unduly conscious of her fine body. Ben, in spite of himself, longed to get his hands on his niece.
"So," Ben said, "he's kind of wild for you, eh?"
"Yes, he is. I've been out with him a few times. My," she giggled boldly, her unappeased desire making her a bit wild, "my, but that boy's all hands."
"I see," Ben said.
"Do you really want me to tell you about it?" she asked, licking her pink tongue over her lips.
"Yes, I do," Ben heard himself saying. He knew he should just let the matter drop. But, for some reason he longed morbidly to know, wanted to hear the girl describe what had transpired between herself and the boy.
"Well," Dianne grinned. Then she paused. She didn't know how to continue. She had never talked about herself intimately to her uncle. He sat in the chair comfortably, waiting for her words, a warm smile on his face. She had noticed the way he had looked at her. Could it be, she wondered, that her own uncle was as attracted to her as the boy was ? The secret thought stirred her and made her desire whip up higher; she felt a dangerous teasing need come over her. She wondered if she dared tease her uncle. It might be fun, she thought. She was not in complete control of her emotions. They were taking hold of her, making her do things she would not normally do. With a sultry smile she took a step toward him as he sat there, waiting for her words. "Well," she said, "all I can say is Tom sure has a thing about these," she grinned. She rolled her shoulders making her breasts sway wickedly. She saw her uncle's eyes widen. "Do you think they're nice?" she asked softly, dangerously, playing out her little, game.
"Well, Dianne," he started. Then he paused. Oh, he thought, why not ? Why not be frank. Kids like frankness. He decided to talk to her directly. "Well, Dianne, I think you have a lovely pair, there," he said, trying to make his voice casual.
Tara, in her hiding place, held her breath. She could not believe what was transpiring before her eyes. Her sister was teasing her uncle, and, he seemed to be taking the bait. In stunned silence she eagerly watched.
"Well," she grinned. "I'm happy you like them." She didn't blush. She was deep in her desire to get a rise out of him. As she looked down at him she suddenly realized that he was a man, nothing more, nothing less, and, as a man, he had to find her desirable. The fact that he was her uncle did not bother Dianne. Now he was simply a man to her and she needed a man to finish what the boy had started. She felt it would be perfect justice for him to take up where the boy had left off. After all, wasn't her Uncle Ben the one who had stopped things before they could be finished to her satisfaction? "Yes," she repeated slowly, moving her shoulders so that her tits danced slightly, "yes, I'm very glad you like them."
"You've got a lot there to like," he laughed. "But be careful, young lady, or you might get into trouble."
"Trouble? What kind of trouble?"
"You know-"
"Trouble with you?" she teased.
He decided to ignore her bold question. He didn't like the direction in which the conversation was tending. He decided to drop the whole thing.
"I think you ought to go to bed, Dianne."
"But you wanted me to tell you what had happened." Before he could object, she rushed on. "Tom and I got back here and when we discovered that you were still out and Tara was asleep, well, we decided to take advatage of the situation. We went over to the couch and had ourselves a time, I'll tell you," she said throatily.
"You don't have to tell me anymore, Dianne."
"But you asked me. And now I want to."
She decided that some flattery might help.
"You see, Uncle Ben, it's just that I feel like I don't have to pretend with you. You're not like my uncle. You're more like a good guy, a good friend, a guy I like. You make me feel like I should level with you. I feel you'll understand. I like you."
Ben studied her. He felt flattered. He could feel the force of her desirability. She was so young and beautiful. As he looked at her he felt his own lost youth-through her he crazily felt he could regain it. It was a forbidden thought, but he could not stop it. He did not believe that he should allow the conversation to drift any further in the direction in which it was drifting. They were moving into dangerous territory. She was a desirable girl. He could tell that he had stopped some very heavy petting between Dianne and the boy. He had probably come home as the girl was close to gaining a release, in some way or another. He could only guess how far the boy had gotten with her. It was obvious from her heated state that the boy had gotten pretty far, though.
Dianne suddenly giggled wildly, her eyes dilated. She pivoted before him, her miniskirt swirling out and up above her stocking tops. Ben watched her crazy display of herself with a feeling of excitement and a quick tightening in his crotch. When she saw the look of admiration on his face she preened for him, like a model.
"You're an awful nice guy," she purred.
With those words she walked boldly over to him, looking stunningly feminine and exuding sexual excitement. She enjoyed the way his eyes were following her. She rolled her hips and walked toward him suggestively. Ben found her nearly irresistible. She sat down on his lap and cuddled close, rubbing her cheek against his.
"You're such a nice guy," she whispered.
Ben felt the full impact of her young, delicious curves. He could feel the soft, firm pressure of her buttocks as she shifted herself on his lap, cuddling herself closer. She had sat on his lap before, as Tara had, but now it was different. Now it wasn't like uncle and niece. Now it was man and girl, charged with sexual electricity. He had to stop this, and quickly.
"You'd better go to bed now," he said evenly.
"Alone?" she purred.
"What?" he said, not believing his ears.
"Well, I just asked," she pouted prettily, cuddling close on his lap. "Tom got me pretty excited. He made me do things for him," she lied.
Her words and her physical closeness greatly disturbed Ben.
"You'd better go to bed, Dianne."
"In a minute. It's so nice and cozy on your lap. And I want to tell you things..."
CHAPTER THREE
"You don't have to tell me anything," he said trying to disguise his nervousness.
"I want to tell you what Tom did to me. Tom made me take out his thing and play with it," she said brazenly, excitedly, wondering what her uncle's reaction would be, feeling strong sexual desire for him, in spite of his age and the fact that he was her uncle.
"He did what?" Ben said, thunderstruck.
"He made me open his fly and take out his peter. It was so big and hard. It got that way when we were necking. He got me so excited. I couldn't even stop him when he started to feel me up I was so excited." She paused, breathing deeply, seeing the stunned look on his face. "I have to admit, I liked him to feel me up. It felt good. And then he had me so excited and mixed up that I unzipped his fly when he told me to and took out his big, hard thing. He made me play with it ... and other things..."
"What other things?"
"He made me kiss it and all..."
"What?"
"I had to take it in my lips and do it to him..."
"Dianne!" Ben said, struck nearly dumb by her confession.
"I can't lie to you. He made me suck on it and it was so darn big and hard. And he squirted all that sticky stuff in my mouth, too."
Ben could not believe what he was hearing. He had thought she was such an innocent child. And here she was, desirable and warm on his lap, confessing that she was a cock-sucker. Her confession shook him to the roots of his being. Tara heard her sister's lies in amazement. She watched and listened from her hiding place.
"He ... came in your mouth while you were ... sucking his ... peter...? " Ben said in a trance.
"Yes ... I know it's terrible to do such things, but he had me so excited and he made me," she lied, knowing that her confession was getting to him tellingly. Her cunt pulsed with excitement as she confessed. "Oh, and what he was doing to me when you came home and stopped him ... He had his finger ... in me ... he was driving me wild and I didn't have the strength to stop him ... it was ... ohhhh ... I was going wild ... I have to admit it ... and then you came home and he stopped and ran out the front door and my panties were on the floor and I quickly picked them up and stuffed them in my purse. They're still there..." she added, as the words rushed from her.
"I can't believe it," Ben said slowly.
"It's the truth. I know I should be ashamed of myself ... but ... somehow ... I'm not. Is that awful? Well, I couldn't help myself. He drove me crazy and he was soooo strong I couldn't stop him. You came home so fast my poor panties are still stuffed in my purse," she said, wanting him to be conscious that she was naked under her miniskirt, that only a few inches of skirt separated him from her throbbing slit.
Ben was speechless. He had never expected this to happen. Her confession had stunned and excited him. He had imagined the whole scene as she had described it. The excitement of her description and his imagination made him strongly conscious of her delicious buttocks on his lap. He felt his cock hardening under the shifting weight of her luscious buttocks.
Dianne felt his cock hardening. It surprised and thrilled her. He was an older man, her uncle, and yet he was aroused by her. She felt sudden power come over her. She wondered if he had a bigger cock than Tom had. She shifted her ass on his lap, rubbing her firm globes over his ridge of poking hardness. She felt the overpowering sense of power in the knowledge that her closeness was making him get a hard-on. She was thrilled. He was attracted. She knew that she could easily push this to the point of no return. She was so hot and bothered and unsatisfied that she decided to push her advantage for all it was worth.
"Do you think I should put my panties on ? " she asked in a sultry voice.
"Your panties . . .," he repeated dully.
"Yes. They're in my purse. I'm not wearing anything under my skirt. It's just little old naked me under there," she giggled.
"Dianne..."
"Yes?"
"I think you'd better get off my lap and go to bed," he said in a troubled voice. He could not disguise how aroused he was by her behavior. He knew that she was secretly aware. He could not now trust himself. He tried to remember his responsibility, but her closeness and desirability were too much for him to fight.
With knowledge far beyond her years, Dianne knew exactly what move to make next to finally get him to appease her steady hunger. She was welling over with desire for him. She needed him to satisfy the burning that lingered on hotly in her twat since the boy had, in fright, removed his finger from it.
Dianne slowly got up from her uncle's lap and stretched sensuously, aware that he would watch her body hungrily. She stretched and twisted her young, lovely body, fully revealing her entrancing curves for him. Her eyes held his hotly, taunting him. Then she slowly, pointedly, dropped her eyes slowly to his lap where his cock was a long, hard, thick ridge in his pants. Her eyes stayed there a long moment measuring it, letting Ben know that she was aware. By looking so openly at his hard-on she instinctively knew that she would heighten his need and longing for her. She knew he had been excited by her open description of the way in which she had sucked-off the boy and by the way the boy had fingered her cunt. She knew she had control of her uncle now, and she was intent on throwing caution to the wind.
She walked slowly over to him, twitching her hips seductively. She knew that she could not give him the time to calm down, to gain control of himself. She saw the way he looked up at her, as if hypnotized, vaguely helpless in the grip of her allure. He could not hide his arousal from her eyes-he knew it and she knew it and they both knew what that meant. Their relationship had changed dramatically this evening. Now Dianne, before Tara's stunned eyes, pressed home her advantage over her uncle.
"Uncle Ben?" she said, her eyes lidded with passion, her body swaying before him.
He looked up at her, but words failed him. She looked at once sweet and innocent and highly attractive sexually. Her miniskirt clung to the curving swell of her thighs as she swished toward him. Her nylons whispered sensuously as she moved forward. The fabric of her skirt curved in at her V of young womanhood, promising warmth and lust. Her long legs were flawless and the slight sway of her firm breasts stirred him; he sorely tried to take his eyes from her, to fight back his growing need.
"Uncle Ben?" she repeated, her voice slurring with desire, unconcealed, unashamed desire. "Uncle Ben-that, boy really stirred me up. He had me on the edge of coming with his finger in my ... pussy..." she said boldly, " ... when you came home. I'm still high as a kite and ready to be ... had ... oh, I'm burning up ... and you're here and I'm here and Tara's asleep and..." her voice broke with emotion, emotion that now controlled both of them, wiping away sanity, making the world seem remote, making it seem as if the only world that existed was the emotionally-packed world of the dimly-lighted living room in which they were alone.
Ben felt desire rake over him as the passion-crazed words tumbled from her parted, moist lips. She was now very languid. There was no doubt of what she wanted. Ben found that in spite of himself he had a driving need for his seventeen-year-old niece. Caution had been destroyed. There were no walls left standing between them. They were no longer uncle and niece. They were no longer forty-five-year-old man and seventeen-year-old girl. They were now man and woman. She was tempting him beyond his endurance to resist. It all seemed so unreal to Ben, but it was very real, frighteningly real. He felt drained of strength and will. He simply gave up to the moment, gave up to the girl's sexual attractiveness, gave up to the need that held him choked in its grip.
Tara could sense easily what happened. She could see that her older sister had completely and weirdly mastered Uncle Ben. She blinked her young eyes at the luridly developing scene that was slowly unfolding between her sister and her uncle. Her throat was parched. Her pussy throbbed and, as she watched, she began to finger her moist, heated slit.
Dianne now felt sure of herself. She felt her victory over her uncle and savored her moment of triumph. In her youth she was experiencing the kind of victory that usually only comes to women years her senior. The bonds of niece and uncle were broken forever, she knew. She now held an advantage over him. She intended to press her advantage to its fullest measure. By operating with dominating strength she knew that she could bring her uncle under her spell and keep him under it. She weighed her options and then decided which one to press home to final victory.
She moved to him. She spread her legs wide and sat down on his hard cock, her naked pussy pressing down on it as her legs dangled down on either side of him; she rubbed her naked, hot cunt over his arousal.
"You know ... darling..." she crooned, using the endearment to state their closeness and their new relationship, " ... darling ... I'm not wearing panties. That's me pressing against your lovely ... hard-on," she said on purpose, to more fully bring home to him her triumph.
"This is all wrong," he managed in a weak, defeated voice.
"No, darling, it's not wrong. It's right. It was meant to be. You're alone in the world. I've lost the two people I loved most, too. So, in a way, we're both alone. We need each other. I'll fill the emptiness in your life, and you fill it in mine. It's right, it was meant to be," she said with low conviction and strength. She believed every word.
And, as she breathed those words, her naked pussy rubbing over his huge lump in his pants, her miniskirt hiked up to her hips, she leaned her breasts against his chest and slowly pressed her lips to his.
They both felt drugged. She kept her lips to his, parting them, slowly moving her tongue out to tease it over his lips. Her fingers curled in his thinning hair and tickled over his ears. She brushed her tits over his chest and he could feel the aroused tips of her nipples as she dragged them back and forth, promising him youth and love. The promise was too much for him to reject. She was so young and so stunningly lovely-she was his lost youth.
She continued to kiss him, her tongue now sliding slowly between his parting lips. As she did, she pressed her breasts harder against his chest and shifted her lush buttocks on his lap, working her pulsing, naked slit over the huge, hard bulge of his cock.
Ben could not resist. His prick was hard as a rock under the squirm of her buttocks and the rubbing contact of her hungering mound. Her feet touched the floor on either side of him as he sat, beginning to perspire, beneath her. He was fatally locked in the chair beneath Dianne as she squirmed her tempting body over him.
Dianne grinned wantonly. Her fingers continued the delicate caress of his neck and ear as she kissed over her flushed face. She kissed his eyes, dancing her tongue over his closed lids. He was the captive of her seduction. Over his face she dragged a trail of fleeting, fluttering kisses, touching her lips gently. She had seduced him. She knew that. Now she was purposely delaying taking him. In that way she asserted herself over him, becoming his master. She nipped at his ear-lobe and breathed into his sensitive ear.
"We're going to make it together, darling," she purred into his ear. "We're going to make it beautifully, and you're going to love it."
"We shouldn't-"
"Hush, darling," she whispered into his ear, feeling a strong surge of confidence when she heard his strained, used-up voice.
She snaked her tongue into his ear and began to talk to him, her words slurred and touched with obscenity, on purpose.
"My little pussy's so hungry for you, darling. And oh, it loves the feel of your big cock. We'll just have to get that big wonderful love-tool out of your pants, angel."
Her pink tongue slipped into his ear as he sat there, wooden and stunned. She kissed him and nibbled on his lips. She slid her tongue tip over his parted lips, firing him with desire. She crushed herself in closer, pressing her moving crotch firmly over his pants-protected cock. She rotated her ass round and round, squirming it over his aching cock. Her tongue darted in and out between his lips. Her kiss was sweet and heady and the scent of her and the firm-softness of her enveloped him. She was so young. And yet, she was seducing him shamelessly, at her own pace, completely dominating him, controlling him, making him feel drunk with longing.
His head pitched back as she kissed over his neck, her tongue wetly dragging. She unbuttoned his shirt and put her moving hands on his chest and began to caress. She felt up his chest and the flabby folds of his stomach under his shirt.
"Does that feel nice, darling?" she asked.
"Yes," he said dumbly.
"Oh, I'm going to make you feel soooo nice, angel. Ummm, I love the feel of you under my hands. You're such a man," she hummed.
"Dianne, we must stop this-"
"Hush, now. You know you want me. Admit you do."
"No, I-"
"Don't lie, sweetheart. Admit you want me."
"I-want-you-" he said, drowning in the warmth and softness and scent and allure of her.
"I'm glad. And I'm going to have you, I want you sooooo much. We'll be sooooo gooooood for each other, darling."
Dianne rotated her buttocks, moving herself back on his lap, off his boner, so that she could see the long, round, hard ridge of it in his trousers-so that she could easily get at it. Her eyes were on the front of his trousers, on the tent-like bulge of his arousal. She fluttered her eyes at him.
"Darling," she breathed softly, "your boner's going to get what it deserves."
She stared deeply into his eyes, melting what little was left of his feeble resistance. Then she calmly pulled her sweater off, revealing the fragile red bra which barely contained her full, firm, spilling breasts. She reached in back of herself and unhooked the bra. It fell away. She was naked from the waist up. He stared. Beautiful. Her tits were beautiful. Proud and jutting with beguiling pink nipples, hard, extended and erect with desire.
"You like ? " she purred, cupping her tits in her hands, offering them to him.
"Yes," he breathed.
"Relax," she commanded softly. He obeyed. He was hers. Totally.
She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and teasingly pulled it out of his trousers and dropped it casually on the floor. She studied his chest and stomach. He was so unlike Tom. Tom had such an athlete's chest and stomach, hard and muscled. Ben's chest and stomach were flaccid rolls of fat rolling over the belt of his trousers.
"You're getting fat, darling, but that's all right. The fatter you are, the more I have to love," she laughed liltingly.
Ben felt suddenly the total impact of his age. He felt suddenly inadequate. He was self-consciously ashamed that his body was going to ruin. His feeling of physical inadequacy put him at a severe disadvantage.
Dianne leaned her body forward and began to rub her swaying breasts over his flabby chest.
"Feel me up, darling."
Without a word, his hands went up to her swaying young tits. His hands closed over her twin beauties. He fondled them expertly, more expertly than they had ever been caressed before.
"Ummm, yummie," she crooned. "There's something to be said about older men. They don't fumble around like boys do. You know how to feel a girl up. Oh, that's nice. I love it."
Her voice was dripping with pleasure as his palms rotated in a circular motion. Her nipples thrilled, tensed harder, and responded, jumping out at his expert touch. Her eyes fluttered and she arched her back with lust and pride, shoving her tits more fully into his caressing hands. Her lips took his, fusing them in a wild, tongue-stabbing kiss. Her lips and tongue possessed him; her tongue burst into his mouth with a mad, diving flutter. Ben's tongue curled around hers as they kissed hungrily, her tits crushed against his chest, her nipples drilling into his sweating flesh.
Their embrace was fiery. When the kiss broke he was mad to taste her tits, so young-so young and lovely. She gurgled with pleasure as he gently closed his teeth on her nipple and licked it with his tongue.
"Yes, darling, yes," she panted, loving it. "Good, sooooo good. Oh, suck my tits, darling. Bite them. Ohhh, yesss, that way, you old stud darling you. I love the way that feels. Don't stop."
She thrashed about on his lap, her legs dangling down on either side of him, as he sucked hungrily on her firm cones. He rolled his tongue round and round over her stiffened pink nipples, sending shock waves and tremors through her. She had her eyes squeezed tight.
"Ohhhh, darling, darling, I looooove that," she crooned with passion as she arched her back, mashing her tits more fully into his practiced mouth. He was in a frenzy. He couldn't get enough of mouthing her lovely breasts.
But as much as Dianne loved it, she had a deeper object in mind. He was so absorbed in sucking her tits that he hardly noticed it when she unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. But then, suddenly, he was aware. Her tits were gone.
"What?" he said, stupidly, in a daze as his mouth lost wet contact with her throbbing nipples.
She was off his lap. She dragged his pants and shorts down and off, yanked off his shoes and socks. He was naked, sitting there, dazed, in the chair, panting for breath. She smiled at him with slow, dilated eyes. Her skirt was gone. She unhooked her garter belt and rolled her stockings down with beguiling, teasing slowness. He watched, hypnotized. And then she was naked. Her beauty, so young and vibrant, nearly blinded him. His eyes went over every inch of her glowing, trembling, pink body, every bit of it sweetly and perfectly curved, as if by a master sculptor. His eyes feasted on her quivering, rolling mound at the tempting juncture of her satiny thighs. A warm, auburn tuff of hair partly concealed the creaming pink lips of her love nest.
"God," Ben breathed, reverently. "No, not God, just Dianne," she giggled. "Just me, all ripe and ready to be fucked by you."
Her words shook him. It was as if by saying the word fuck she had ignited their intimate, steaming world. He tried, desperately, to stop it-nowbut he failed. She swayed toward him, a vision of trembling, glowing, feminine youth and beauty.
From her hiding place, Tara .watched panting, her finger fucking in and out of her creaming pussy.
Dianne straddled his lap again, her warm, smooth legs rubbing over his hairy thighs. His hard-on was a massive thing, ramming straight up from his swollen balls. She crawled forward slowly on his lap, her eyes fixed on his straining cock.
"Oh, darling, darling," she breathed. "Wait till I put your cock in my hot pussy. You'll love it. I'll love it. Ohhhh."
She reached forward and took a hold of his hard cock with her hand. Then she suddenly, surprisingly, shifted her buttocks back, so that she was virtually lying forward on his thighs. Her hands pointed his cock toward her swaying breasts, holding a breath over the knob of his prick.
"I'm going to give you a little treat, darling," she purred. "Put your hands on either sides of my tits and push them together."
"What?"
"Do as I say," she said with quiet impatience. He did as she directed. He looked at her large, firm, swaying tits as she slithered forward over his lap. She gently placed his throbbing cock in the deep cleft between her breasts, told him to press in on her tits. His cock was locked in the warm valley, enveloped by her sweet cones.
He clutched firmly. He pushed them closer together. He understood. He pressed harder and her nipples rubbed together, making her groan.
"That's it. You have the idea, darling," she mewed.
She began moving her shoulders, making his hard cock slide to and fro in the soft, deep valley between her tits. He began to rock his hips, jabbing his cock up and down between the twin, throbbing mounds. She watched excitedly, as his cock poked up, then disappeared, in the deep cleft. When his knobby cock head reappeared, she dove her face down and lapped the drop of seminal fluid from the tip with a little laugh. She licked and nipped with her teeth, and he groaned.
"You like?" she asked.
"Christ, yes!"
"Good, darling. Does it feel real good?" she asked as his erect prick rubbed to and fro between her crushed tits.
"It feels great," he gasped.
"Does it feel like you're close to coming?"
"I'm not far off."
"Stop!"
"What?"
"Stop! I don't want to waste your beautiful hard-on there, dummy. I want it in me. That was only a little treat. An appetizer. Now for the main course," she said hungrily.
He looked at her as she began to snake forward on his lap, her thighs wide apart, her legs dangling down. He could see the pink, open, creamy lips of her pussy through the silky auburn hair.
"Now we're going to put it in. In!" she said.
She hopped over his cock, the lips of her dripping vagina brushing over the hard tip of his prick.
"Ugggg," he gasped.
She moved her hips down and the sensitive tip of his cock touched the edges of her tight, tingling lips. He felt the soft auburn hair that surrounded her hot nest. She teased both herself and him by grazing the wet, fleshy folds of her cunt over his probing cock. She held her box above his cock for a trembling, breathless moment, the tight, pulsing lips parted slightly, wet and ready for the final downward lunge of her pelvis.
"I'm going to throw you a fuck you'll never forget, darling Uncle," she purred drunkenly, still grazing the wet trench over his cock head. He was trembling beneath her, helpless with desire, He hungered to get in her. He was a tortured mass of manhood. "Shall I put it in?"
"Christ, yes, quick!"
"No rush," she teased. "You'll get in me, darling Uncle. Oh, what a hard, lovely cock you have. You're a stud, you know. You're sooooo big. Never saw one sooooo big. Maybe I shouldn't put it in, it might split me in two."
"No, never!"
"But my cunt's so tight and young and your cock's so big and round and old."
"Put it in!" He was sweating in his need. She was torturing him beyond endurance. And, she knew it. She was doing it on purpose, making him completely hers, completely her captive.
He could feel the teasing rub of her moist trench, driving him wild. He could see the way her sparse pubic hair, auburn and damp, parted at her delicious young split.
Then, without warning, she drove her hips fully down, impaling herself on his thick fuck-stick.
"Uggggg!"
"Ohhhhh!"
She rammed her hips down, all the way, her buttocks coming to rest on his thighs and with one long smooth stroke she drove his cock all the way up into her cervix. He felt the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamp firmly around his cock. It was so warm and moist inside of her. It was the most delicious feeling that he had ever felt.
"Ohhhh, darling," she moaned, as she sat still on his lap, his cock, hard and round and long, buried to the hilt inside of her palpitating cunt. "Ohhhh, darling, you fill me up to bursting. Soooo deep. Soooo big. Sooooo thick. Soooo lovely, ripping me in half. Ohhhh, darling!"
"God, it feels so good in you!"
"Yessss!"
"My sweet angel!"
"I'm going to fuck your cock silly, till it shoots its load deep in my belly, filling my cunt to overflowing! I'm going to fuck your big, hard cock until it's raw and limp. You're gonna looooove it. And sooooo am I, darling!"
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight, her tits mashing up against his chest, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, drawing passionate blood.
She began slowly to weave her hips up and dawn on his impaling cock. Her tight cunt lips plunged up and down, slowly, on his slick, hard prick. She drew it deeper and deeper into her warm, deep cave, loving the feel of the deep penetration, putting every ounce of her young fucking-talent into her stroke of her slowly churning pussy.
She fucked him with slow abandon, teasing and prolonging the pleasure. She jerked and twisted on his rod, moaned, cursing, her face contorted with passion.
"I loooooove it. Fuck me."
Her body tossed and arched over him, giving them both voluptuous enchantment. His cock drove in and out as she wove a rhythm with her rotating, swerving, gripping, dancing pussy.
He squirmed his ass under her down-driving cunt, and he felt the young power and strength of her hips and thighs. He felt the hot lips of her cunt clasping his throbbing prick. She fucked him, leading the way, youth leading age and experience. She fucked him, dancing her cunt up and down on his red, sticky pecker. His cock thundered in and out of her grasping hole, making them both moan with ecstasy. Her nostrils were rlared and her eyes were closed as she took him.
Her arms were wrapped around him and her nails were raking a tearing, bleeding trail over his back. Her tight buttocks slapped up and down on his thighs. Wet sucking sounds filled the room as rod and cunt drippingly mated. She speeded up the tempo slowly, rhythmically. She lunged over and up and down and round and round on his cock, loving the way his hardness was ravishing her crevice of love.
His hands took hold of her heaving, rotating bottom as she grunted and squirmed over his lap. Juice dripped out of her pussy as it fucked his cock, dripped down to mat his pubic hair. His hands cradled the tight, heaving, smooth, voluptuous ass. His fingers could feel the soft, soaked pubic hair surrounding her ravished cunt. Her pussy lips were like a pair of elastic lips.
She gyrated on his slippery pole, her ravenous body moving wildly faster and faster. She cried out to him, urging him on, as she twisted and churned, jerking her cunt up and down on his slippery cock.
"Deeper, faster, darling, I'm going to coooome!" she cried.
Her ass waved with spiraling abandon as her cunt plunged and plunged hotly and wetly up and down his throbbing red cock.
"I'm coming!" she screamed.
"Meeeee toooooo!" he grunted.
She squealed and pitched her box over his cock, grabbing it tighter with her pussy lips. Her body arched and quivered as her cunt drove up and down on his stabbing prick. Her orgasm spewed forth, drenching his coming cock. Her juice drained out soaking his pubic hair and throbbing balls. His cock jerked and jerked as her pussy lips clutched and clutched. She contracted her internal muscles, squeezing come from his jerking, jetting cock. His balls emptied themselves deep inside her creamy hole.
Her cunt lips sucked every drop from his spurting cock.
"Ohhhhhhh God!" she screamed.
"God, God!"
He gripped her madly rotating ass as she crushed her cunt on his spouting cock, and gasps of passion spewed from both of them.
"Oh, the end of the world!" she cried.
"Over the edge!"
Her pussy lips held his cock in a death grip. Soul-shattering grunts came from both of them. All of his hot sperm was in her. Her juice drowned his prick. They sat there, his limp cock still locked in her pussy lips, too exhausted to speak. They were both near fainting.
"What a fuck," she panted.
Tara, in her hiding place, had come with them, her finger deep in her pussy, covered with cream.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tara crouched in her hiding place, momentarily, but not completely satisfied after fingering herself to excited completion while watching Dianne and Uncle Ben slam through their final climax. Now she strained her eyes and stared at the couple.
Dianne was still seated on Ben's lap, his limp prick still encased in the juicy tunnel of her vagina. They both looked spent. Tara decided that it was time for her to make her great retreat up to her bedroom, while Dianne and Uncle Ben were still too dazed to notice.
She circled slowly around the dark hall, then, with quick, darting eyes she glanced at the spent couple and dashed up the stairs to her bedroom, closing the door noiselessly behind her. She was breathing heavily with excitement. She wanted to sample Uncle Ben's stiff cock, just as her older sister had. She was still a virgin, and she wanted that malady corrected as quickly as possible. A plan began to form in Tara's young, quick mind. She smiled and went into the bedroom to freshen up. Tara knew exactly how she would get Uncle Ben to penetrate her, violate her, removing the hymen, ending her virginity. All she had to do now was wait, and then make her move.
Back in the living room, both Dianne and her uncle were slumped in the chair in the grip of exhaustion. She was still on his lap, her twat still holding his limp pecker captive, her soft, firm buttocks on his hairy thighs, her breasts pressed against his flabby chest.
Both Dianne and Ben were spent physically and emotionally as they had never before been spent. This was due to several reasons. First, their relationship. She was his young niece, and sex between them had the forbidden taint of incest about it. Second, the wide difference in their ages. And then, there had been the long, teasing, emotional buildup to the final mating. By the time they had finally had each other, both were at a high, nerve-wracking fever-pitch. Their mating seemed so luridly forbidden that it had taken on a special meaning to them. It had completely drained both of them of their reserves of emotion and physical stamina. Never before had either of them felt so completely used and satisfied and tuckered out.
"Oh, Unc, that was lovely, so lovely," Dianne sighed as she kissed him on the lips gently.
"It was unbelievable. You're so young and yet you were better than any woman I've ever had. Where did you learn how to do it so fantastically well?"
"Oh, practice makes perfect," she grinned. "Practice makes perfect ? Just how many times have you been laid ? You weren't a virgin ? "
"No, I wasn't a virgin. Haven't been for a year."
"You had it the first time in your life a year ago?" he said with disbelief.
"Right, darling. I had my cherry picked when I was sixteen. By a lifeguard. He was a guy who was in college. He got in me first. He had me, oh, I guess a dozen times that summer. After him, there were only two other boys. If I've made it sixteen times up to tonight, it's a lot."
"Unbelievable," he said. "Girl, you must have natural talent to perform the way you did."
"Thank you, darling Uncle. I'm flattered. Was I really that good ? " she asked, feeling pride.
"You were tops. I've had women twice your age who can't hold a candle to your performance."
"Maybe it was beginner's luck," she laughed.
"Not a chance. You have talent, Dianne, honey. Fantastic talent."
She was greatly pleased by his honest compliment. She knew he meant it.
"I thought it was fantastic," she crooned. "You're an incredible lover, darling. Of course, I haven't had too much experience, but after having you, it's like I've never made it before. And, you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen or felt. I was surprised I could take it all in me, but I did."
"You certainly did." He took a deep suck of air. "God, I'm tired."
"I am, too. It's like having you has taken all the energy out of me. I'm so sleepy. And I want you again ... and again and again. But I'm so tired and sleepy."
"Yeah. I know what you mean, Dianne, honey. Never felt so played out before after screwing. We sure took it out of each other."
"We sure did," she laughed softly, nipping at his ear with her teeth as she shifted her buttocks on his lap, jiggling his limp cock inside of her clutching slit.
"Listen."
"Yes?"
"We're gonna have to be careful, Dianne."
"Why?"
"We can't let Tara know what's going on between us."
"But how will we be able to hide it from her."
"We'll have to try, that's all. This really shouldn't have happened."
"Why not, Unc?"
"I'm supposed to take care of you."
"You took care of me real good," she giggled, rubbing her box around.
"You know I don't mean that way," he smiled.
"Oh, I know what you mean."
"I'm your uncle. I'm twice as old as you. The court appointed me the guardian of you and Tara. I'm responsible for your care and well being. And now what have I done? I've committed a crime. You're under age, and my nice and ward. I've laid you. If the authorities ever find out-we've had it-I've had it. They'll lock me up and toss away the key."
"They'll never know, darling," she said softly.
"It's our secret. I'll never let anyone know. It was wonderful, what you and I just had, and I won't have anyone saying it's dirty."
"We'll have to be very careful. What's done is done."
"Yes. And we're going to have such a lovely time together, darling."
"I think we should try to control ourselves, Dianne, honey."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean maybe we should stop what we've just started-right now."
"You mean this is it ? We can't have each other anymore?"
"Yes."
"But that can't be! I can't do without you, darling. I want you again and again, forever and ever."
"Well-"
"You want me?"
"Yes, honey."
"And I want you. We can't fight it, and you know it."
"Yes. I know it. But we can try."
"No! We're not going to let society make our relationship seem dirty. We won't let them. We're going to be like man and wife. I'm going to sleep with you."
"No, you can't do that."
"Why not?"
"You can't sleep with me at night. Tara would find out."
"Oh. Well, we'll work something out, darling. I want to fill the void left by your wife. You're a man. You've got to have a woman steadily. You're used to it. It's not natural for you to be cut off just because your wife's dead. Getting laid from time to time isn't the answer for you. You need it, and I can and will and want to give it. Any time you need a piece, I'll be there. You won't get away from me."
"I know."
"You're mine, now."
"Yes," he said, knowing that what she said was true, even though it seemed wrong. He could not undo what had been done. That was impossible.
"Maybe we won't be able to sleep together all night long. But we'll work something out, darling, so that I can have you whenever I need you, and you can have me all the time, too. Boy, am I hot for you."
"Not now, honey."
"I know. Even though I want you again, right now, I'm soooo tired. And you are, too. I can see it in your face. You look exhausted."
"I am."
"I am, too."
"Maybe we ought to call it quits for now, Dianne."
"I think maybe you're right. No sense ruining what we've had by being pigs. There'll be plenty more times for us, right?"
"Yes," he said, giving up to their mutual longing.
"Oh, darling," she said, hugging herself close to him as she continued to sit, naked on his lap, his soft prick still in her wet, clinging twat. "It was so good."
"Yes, it was," he grinned.
"And it was only our first time. Think how good it's going to be for us once we start making it regularly. And we will make it regularly! The more we do it, the better we'll be. Right?"
"Right. But, as I said, we'll have to be mighty careful."
"Oh, I know that. I'm no dope."
"Is Tara a virgin?"
"Why do you ask that?" she frowned suspiciously. "Is she?"
"Yes. I know that for sure, Uncle Ben. Gee, it seems funny to call you Uncle Ben now-"
"She's a virgin," he said, ignoring the latter part of her statement.
"Yes, she's a virgin. But why does that bug you?"
"It doesn't bug me. But her being a virgin and such a young girl makes it serious that we take care to hide what's going on from her."
"But why?"
"She had the same kind of raw shock that you had, Dianne. The shock of finding out that her sister's screwing her uncle might unhinge her."
"I don't know. I don't think so. But, then, we won't let her find out," she said with conviction. "I think, though, that you're worrying too much about Tara. She's pretty hip. She bounces back. I don't think we have to sweat over her as long as we're careful."
"Maybe you're right, Dianne."
"I'm sure I'm right, darling. Gee, I can't call you darling in front of Tara, can I ? " she giggled.
"You sure can't," he smiled.
"But it seems so natural to call you that now. It seems funny to call you Uncle Ben. I don't know. We've just fucked ourselves silly. Your cock is still in my pussy. We're lovers. You're my lover. How can I call my lover, 'llncle Ben'? "
"I guess it does seem kind of strange. But you have to. In private, when we're alone, you can call me anything..."
"How about 'Big Cock' ? " she giggled.
"I don't think so," he laughed.
"Gee, I'll have to be careful. I might let slip some kind of obvious endearment to you in front of Tara. And I might look at you in a certain way and give it away."
"I hate to bang the same old drum, but we'll have to be very careful, Dianne, honey."
"Yes. The most difficult thing is going to be for me to keep my hands off of you, darling. I want to touch you and feel you all the time," she said with warmth.
"I know. I feel the same about you, honey."
"That's nice," she purred. "It'll be all I can do not to unzip your fly and take your cock out all the time."
"Hold on!"
"To what? Your cock?" she giggled.
"You're acting silly."
"I'm so sleepy I can't help myself, darling. I get silly when I'm so tired."
"Well, then I think we ought to hit the sack."
"Together?"
"That would be a treat to end all treats, honey."
"Yummie, wouldn't it, though ? But let's not go to sleep yet. As tired as I am I want to hug close to you, darling. I love the feel of it in me. I wish you could have your big cock in my pussy all the time."
"You'd have a hell of a time walking with it in you," Ben laughed.
"Who cares ? " she smiled.
"Honey, you've got the sweetest body," he said, molding her lovely tits with his hands, making her nipples spring back to life, hard and extended.
"Ohhhh, I love that, darling. I love you to feel me up. Do it to me every chance you get. And, I'll give you plenty of chances," she grinned wickedly.
"You mean you'd like my hands to take the place of your bra ? "
"You bet! I hate to wear a bra. I only wear one out of habit. Would you mind if I didn't wear one around the house, darling?"
"If it wouldn't suggest anything out of the way to Tara, it'll be okay, I guess."
"If I stop wearing my bra, she will, too. She copies me a lot."
"I don't know if I could stand that. Tara's got a pretty nifty shape. Watching your tits and her tits bouncing around free all the time could drive me up the wall.'
"I don't want it to drive you up the wall. I'd rather it drove you right into bed-with me!" she laughed.
"We'd better keep our voices down low, honey. Tara might wake up."
"You worry too much, darling," she said, kissing him.
"Can't worry enough. Got to be careful, honey. Matter of fact, we're damn fools right now, and have been for quite awhile."
"What do you mean, my lover?" she asked.
"We took a terrible chance making it right here in the living room where Tara might have walked right in on us. She could have heard us. And-"
"Well, she didn't, did she?"
"No, but-"
"You worry too much."
"Maybe I do. But we're both being crazy right now."
"Why are we being crazy?"
"We've been here, naked, my cock buried in your pussy for-I don't know how long-but for a long time. Tara could come down here any minute and find us. Wouldn't that be a nice turn for us ? "
"Maybe you're right, darling. Maybe we are taking a chance right now."
"No doubt about it. We'd better unhitch ourselves, baby. And, we'd better put our clothes on."
"But why? That seems such a waste of time. We'd only put on our clothes just to walk upstairs to take them off again."
"Use your head, honey girl. Suppose we both go upstairs naked? Think. Tara might wake up. Wouldn't that be a sight for her young, innocent eyes, though ? Her seeing her sister and her uncle sneaking up the stairs together-naked-imagine."
"It'd shock her out of her skin," Dianne grinned, suppressing a laugh.
"You bet it would. Now, let's get up and get dressed and go to bed. We can both use the sleep. I think this has been quite an experience for both of us, honey girl."
"It sure has. It's been terrific for me. After making it with you, everything I've had before seems as tame as holding hands."
"It's damn nice of you to say that," he said, taking pride that he had performed so well, even though in truth, she had led the way.
"Well, it's the truth. You're the end. Hey, that give me an idea."
"What kind of idea?"
"You're the end, I said. And you are. When I said that you're the end I meant it. But when I said it, it gave me an idea. The end: how'd you like to take me, screw me in the end, huh?" she teased, excited by the prospect.
"You mean you want me to screw you in the ass?" he said, surprised.
"Yup. I've heard it's wild. Never tried it. I'd love to try it with you, my darling lover, my own."
"I think ... we'll get to it."
"You bet we will," she said with enthusiasm.
"I know we will, if you have anything to do with it, lover girl."
"And you know I'll have everything to do with it, don't you?" she laughed softly, crazily.
"Yes, I know," he admitted, knowing that she would lead him, egg him on to all kinds of excesses. He knew women. And Dianne showed all the markings of an over-passionate one. He also knew that she'd lead the way. She had already set the tone of their relationship. And, he knew that he would follow, would deny her nothing. He was incapable of denying her.
"Oh, God, it's going to be so much fun," she said with excitement. "We're going to fuck in all kinds of positions. We're going to try everything. I can't wait!"
"Well, young lady, you'll have to wait awhile, anyway." He felt spent, used up, exhausted, mentally and emotionally.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we have to go to sleep. We won't be trying anything more out tonight."
"Oh. Yes, you're right. I'm pooped."
"Come on, honey girl. Let's get up and get dressed."
"Well, okay, but I sure don't want to. I like it like this, with your peter in me."
"I like it, too. But we'll have to call it quits. Come on, let's get up and get dressed and get to bed."
"Oh, all right," she said, disappointed, not wanting the night to end.
She slowly shifted on his lap and, with a slow, wet pop, his limp prick slipped out of her fevered, wet pussy. They both groaned as the delicious contact ended. They stood, naked, together, and their bodies blended together as they fused their lips in a deep, hot, passionate kiss. When the kiss ended they stared closely into each other's eyes, fully understanding and feeling the total impact of what had transpired between them. A deep bond was forged in that instant.
"I'm crazy about you, Dianne, honey," he breathed softly as he held her close, his hands cradling her lush, firm buttocks.
"And I'm wild about you, my darling lover," she said with intense seriousness.
"Now let's get dressed and go to sleep."
"All right."
They slowly dressed and then, hand-in-hand, made their way silently up the darkened stairs.
All was still in the house. But, behind Tara's door was a young girl gripped in the hot throb of longing. She was wide awake. She had been listening at the head of the stairs. She had slipped out when Ben and Dianne hadn't come immediately up after fucking. She had heard their entire whispered conversation. They had no secrets from her. She laughed silently to herself when she thought of how Ben and Dianne were plotting to keep their secret from her. She knew. Yes, Tara knew and had seen and heard all.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was dark and still in the house. The doors of the three bedrooms were closed. Ben was asleep soundly behind his door, as was Dianne, behind hers. But Tara was not asleep. She was wide awake and naked. She had perfumed her body after bathing, and then had powdered her luscious, young, shapely body.
She turned the light off in her bedroom and stood there for several moments, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. A half-hour had gone by since Dianne and Uncle Ben had gone to sleep. Tara looked around her bedroom. She could now easily see, her eyes having made the adjustment to darkness. She smiled to herself. The slit between her tender thighs was warm and parting and moist and ready for fucking. Just thinking about it had excited her to the ready point.
She took a deep breath and, naked, stepped out of her room. She closed the door gently behind her. She was in the darkened hallway. She felt the thick carpet under her bare feet. She felt wild and wicked standing there in the dark in the hall totally naked, perfumed and powdered and ready for screwing for the first time in her young life.
She slowly walked down the dark hall toward her uncle's closed door. She was scarcely breathing. Her heart was slamming so heavily in her rib cage that she was sure it could be heard. Down the thickly-carpeted, darkened hallway she walked, swaying her beguiling hips sensuously, unconsciously, her naked, warm thighs rubbing together, her pussy hot and thrilling with anticipated excitement.
She had no trouble seeing. She reached his door. Her hand trembled as she reached out to take the doorknob. Then she felt the cold brass of the doorknob in the trembling grasp of her hand. She took a deep breath. She turned the knob slowly, slowly. The door opened silently. She nervously opened the door, an inch at a time. She peered into the dark room. There was no moon out so no light filtered in through the windows, through the drawn shades.
She saw the bulky form of her uncle on the bed. His breathing was deep and slow and regular. He was asleep. She stepped into his bedroom, her body shivering with excitement. She pressed the door shut, breathing more easily when it didn't make a sound. Her uncle groaned in his sleep and rolled over onto his back. His groan and his movement momentarily frightened her. She steadied herself and took a faltering step toward his bed.
He had a light blanket covering his sleeping body. It covered only up to his stomach. He was bare chested. She wondered with a thrill if he slept in the raw. She prayed that he did. That would make things so much more simple.
She walked, swaying, over to his bed. When she reached the edge of the mattress, she paused. It was a very wide bed, wider than king-size; it was a wide, long, custom-made bed. He was sleeping just to the right of the center of the bed, leaving plenty of room for her in it. She took another deep breath, then she lifted the blanket and carefully slipped into the bed drawing the blanket up over her waist. Her breasts heaved with excited breathing.
He shifted and moaned softly as her weight entered the bed, but he did not wake up. Tara knew exactly what she would do. She had carefully planned her every move before she had walked out of her bedroom. She had had more than a half-hour to think things through. She knew her plan by heart. She prayed that it would work as she had imagined and hoped that it would.
She lay in the bed, tense and unmoving on her back, for a long moment. She was nervous. But her mind and body were inflamed by the many lurid pictures that she had seen in her sleeping uncle's small library of pornography. She wanted to experience and do everything that she had seen so luridly portrayed in those books. But she had to first take her initial step.
The initial step was to seduce him in his sleep, making him believe, in his aroused, sleep state, that she was Dianne or some other woman. She trusted that the darkness and his sleepiness would make him fail to notice that it was she-Tara-in bed with him. He would take her, not knowing who she was. He would take her virginity with his hard cock. She wanted that so badly. She wanted to lose her virginity so that she would be free to know and feel all the delights that she imagined lay in store for her.
She slowly rolled over in the bed, kicking the blanket off her lovely young, naked body. She was now lying just an inch away from his sleeping form.
She eased her slender leg over toward him, let it hover momentarily over his body and then with her toes, lifted the blanket, completely exposing his naked body. She stared at his nakedness in the darkness. Her eyes could make out every outline of him. It was not as black as pitch, there was enough light, and that, combined with her adjusted vision to the dark, permitted her to see. She saw his chest rise and fall in deep rhythm as he breathed. She saw the bulge of his belly, the soft rolls of fat at his waist. He was not Tara's ideal of what her first lover should be. But she wanted him.
She glanced down his body. She looked greedily at the juncture of his thighs and saw what she wanted. There, limp and innocent in sleep, lay his cock, nestled against his hairy right thigh. She had seen it fully erect, and it had been a sight for her young eyes to behold. She had seen it plunging in and out of her sister's yearning pussy. She had seen the unremitting thrills that it had given
Dianne.
He was laying there on his back, asleep, uncovered. She rolled over onto her side and snuggled in close to him, pressing her voluptuous young body to his. He sighed in his sleep. She smiled to herself. She put her moist lips close to his ear and began to breathe warmly into it. She began to whisper his name. He grumbled in his sleep and rolled over toward her.
His body rolled against hers. They were now lying face to face, on their sides, their bodies pressing together. A charge of desire ran through her as she felt his naked closeness, felt the hair on his chest tickle over her fast-hardening nipples. She loved the feel of his hairy legs against her smooth legs. But most of all, she loved the feel of his limp prick against her warm thighs.
"Oh, darling, I want you again," she whispered to him. He was still asleep. He mumbled. She repeated her soft statement and then gently pressed her moist, parted lips to his, dragging her tongue over his lips.
He was still asleep, but he began to respond, instinctively. His arms went around her and gathered her young, willing body in close to his.
"Honey girl," he mumbled. He thought that she was Dianne! Tara struggled to suppress a giggle. She began to rub her body against his, teasing him, kissing over his face with tender passion, trying to arouse him.
And then she felt his response. She felt his cock slowly hardening against her thighs. She pressed her throbbing pussy mound against it, rubbing it slowly back and forth. All the while she whispered to him.
"Darling," she whispered. "I want you again. Oh, I need you, darling. Please, darling, take me."
He seemed to understand. He began to kiss her. But he still seemed asleep. Tara did not care. She was enjoying her forbidden game.
Tara began to tease him in earnest. Lust thundered hotly in her mind. She ran her fingers over his naked body, caressing him where he was sensitive. Her eyes glowed lustfully as she taunted him. He suddenly reached out with his arm and pulled her closer. He ran his hands down over her yearning breasts. His hands roamed over her sides, her waist, her flat stomach, her full flaring hips, and then over her rounded buttocks, down to her thighs. She loved it. She sighed. His hands were now moving slowly over her, back up to her breasts, rubbing over her tensed nipples, over the length of her quivering, alive body.
Tara's heart nearly stopped when she heard a low animal-like groan suddenly erupt from him. She felt his now fullyerect prick jerk forward and poke at her moist mound as they lay there, on their sides, close together, naked, facing each other. His left hand cupped and caressed her heaving, naked tit, while his other hand fondled her buttocks. She sighed and whispered endearments to him.
Ben was waking up. He was becoming aware that a girl, naked and pressing close, was in bed with him. He thought it was Dianne. He was still too deep in the web of sleep to know that it was not Dianne. He became aware of his aching erection, of his need to have her.
"You're so lovely," she heard him say in a sleep-drugged voice.
"And you're my wonderful lover, darling. Oh, I want you again."
"I want you, honey girl."
His hand moved softly down her back, over her spine, to the flaring twin globes of her firm ass. She sighed to his touch, and felt him using the hand on her buttocks to move her mound in closer to his hard prick.
"You're so young and lovely," he breathed, still too close to sleep to fully understand what was happening.
"Oh, my darling, my lover," she sighed, kissing him, snaking her tongue in between his parted lips. He sucked her tongue, making her groan.
He was so tender. His voice and his hands were gentle. She felt the bed give way as he shifted. She hugged her heaving, naked body close to his, thrilling to the feel of him. She trembled as his hands moved over her, feeling every secret dip and curve of her young and lovely body.
"I love your hands, darling, feel me up," she hummed low in her throat.
"So young and beautiful," he breathed.
She lay languidly for a moment against his naked body. He gazed down at her with slitted, sleepy eyes, not able, in the darkness, to know who she was. Her body shivered deliciously as his hands moved down over her soft, round buttocks, down over the back of her thighs. She could hear his breathing becoming more rapid as he ebbed up from sleep.
"Ohhhhhh," she murmured as he ran his hands over her in a long, lingering, slow caress, setting her more hotly on fire.
The shimmering moons of her buttocks tightened and heaved as she jammed herself in closer to him. She parted her thighs and then quickly jacked them together catching his hard prick in the gripping, pressing, satiny warmth. She loved the way his expert hands played over her quivering flesh. Her body clung to his as his hands worked slowly over her. His hands caressed in a slow, small circle over her buttocks, pressing the twin globes together, then pulling them apart.
"Ummm, sooo nice," she purred.
He cupped the cheeks of her buttocks, squeezed them hard, and then dragged his finger teasingly along the deep crease, making her groan. His finger came in thrilling, wet contact with the satin-soft down of her blonde pubic hair that curled around her yearning slit. He pressed his finger in slightly between the moist lips of her vagina and her hips jerked spasmodically. The touch of his finger sent a jolt of sensation through her nervous system, making her nearly cry out.
And then he turned her over onto her back. She lay there, sighing, breathing deeply, lips parted, eyes half-closed, her thighs spread apart and ready for the delicious contact that would take virginity from her. His hands traveled over every secret hollow, swell and indentation of her pink, glowing body.
She mewed like a cat as his hands moved over her. She gasped and quivered in response to his knowing caresses. Her body was aflame as desire licked like a flame over her. The hot flame of lust licked at her soft, warm, inner thighs, the tips of her hard, extended nipples. Her vagina was now the burning core of her need.
"Oh, my darling lover, I want you sooooo," she whispered.
"And I want you, honey. God, do I want you."
His words were slurred from sleep. He pressed his lips down over hers. He felt the rigid, spearing thrust of her tongue as it shot into his mouth, questing. His hands continued to caress her. Down over her yawning thighs his hand passed and her thighs parted wider, welcoming him. He could feel the heat and moisture of her pulsing slit as his hand cupped over her heaving mound.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed again and again, as she felt her young, virgin mound in the cup of his hand. Her tongue slashed deep into his mouth and circled and danced against his tongue.
Her eager passion made him into a torch of desire. She was writhing and twisting beneath him with shameless, utter abandon. As he hovered over her he felt her arms reach up to pull him down closer to her unresisting thighs, to the wet, throbbing core of her slit. She was his, in total, loving surrender.
"Put it in me, darling," she purred urgently.
He gasped as he felt her hand reach down between their straining bodies to grasp with firm fingers his throbbing, rigid flesh. Her fist began to move slowly up and down on his aroused shaft, making him grunt and twitch his hips. His cock bumped against her mound. Her fingers were torturing his hard cock, teasing up and down, pausing on the sensitive knob of his arousal. He could feel the brush of her damp, blonde pubic hair as she rubbed the head of his cock against it. She was delighted as she felt, for the first time, the hard push of a man's cock against the tight, burning lips of her cunt.
"I want you in me, in me, darling," she groaned.
"I want it, too."
The smooth warmth of her pussy rubbing against the knob of his prick was almost too much for both of them to stand. Again and again his cock, in the clutch of her fingers, grazed over her wet, warm split. She loved the heavy, hard feel of his prick in the clutch of her caressing fingers. She loved the way she was teasingly bumping it over her quivering, waiting cunt, so warm and lubricated.
But he did not rush. He did not hurry the final thrust.
"Take meeeee," she cried. "Yessss. Soon."
"Noooowwwww."
"Soon. It's better this way."
"Noooo! Now!"
She was out of her mind with her tortured need. And still he hovered over her, delaying the final plunge that would join them together, man and girl. He delayed the final plunge that would sever her hymen and fuse them together in a wet, slamming, pulsing mating of a middle-aged man and a fifteen-year-old girl. Uncle and niece. She was surrendered to him, begging to admit his hardness into her soft tunnel.
"Sink it in me, darling," she urged, churning her craving mound against his hard cock. "Sink it deep into me. Oh, please. Now. I need you socoo much. Fuck me. Now. Now. Now."
She wanted to remember everything that was happening. She wanted to savor every moment, wanted to record indelibly in her memory the final plunge and the sweet seduction. She concentrated her entire young being on the wicked trick that she was playing on her uncle. She wanted forever to remember the most important moment of all, the moment when his thick cock fucked deep into her, driving all the way up her tunnel, deep, up into her belly, tearing her virginity away in one sure, hard, deep thrust.
But he was still delaying the final push.
Tara clutched at him, trying to pull him down, to shove his cock in. She groaned and cursed and gasped as cream seeped from between her parted and ready pussy lips. Her body arched up after his as he continued to hover over her, delaying the final, downward slam of his body. Her legs were wide apart. Her thighs were wet from the delicious hunger that pulsed in her slit.
Tara's lovely young face was a study of indescribable rapture. Her moist lips were parted as she sighed. Her eyelids fluttered. Her tongue flickered in and out and licked over her lips. His cock head pressed firmly, without penetrating, against the liquid slick lips of her pink and open cunt. The silky, damp, blonde hair around her slit was parted by the huge knob of his thick, hard pole. The tip of his cock glistened with the juice of her wet desire as it rubbed back and forth over her yearning trench.
"Ohhhhh. In me. Put it in me, darling lover," she sighed. She crooned and begged as she felt the wet contact of his cock head on the heated slit of her mound. She wanted now, desperately, to finally be impaled on his hard rod. She wanted the taste of being fucked fully, wanted desperately to be finally robbed of her cherry.
She dizzily felt the roll of his balls over her inner thighs as her hand caressed up and down along the full length of his arousal. Her loins were hot as they felt the unbearable torture of his hard cock, so close and yet so far away.
"Please fuck me now," she begged.
"Yesss," he hissed, not able to deny, either himself or the girl he thought to be Dianne, anymore.
She looked up at him through fluttering eyelids, her eyes dilated with passion and wonder and need.
"Fuck me," she pleaded with a desperate whisper.
He shifted his body. He fitted himself directly between her open thighs.
"Put it in, honey," he said hoarsely.
"Yess!" she said, hardly able to believe it was finally about to happen.
He could feel that she was wet and open. Her cunt was throbbing in anticipation.
"You're really ready, aren't you ? " he smiled in the dark, not able to distinguish that it was Tara to whom he was speaking.
"Oh, God, am I," she breathed.
"Here we go, honey. Ready?"
"Yes!"
And then it happened. The head of his prick moved into her parted virgin lips with a long, slow, smooth stroke.
"Ohhhhh," she sobbed. It was going in! For the first time! She felt it! She loved the plunging feel of his cock entering her virgin lips.
"So tight," he breathed.
His cock pushed in slowly, gently. There was a moment of slight resistance as the knob of his rod probed and pushed at her tender virgin's hymen. She felt a moment of pain. Then the hymen broke. For an instant, the pain was intense, but only for a moment. She now was no longer a virgin. The moment of the breaking of her cherry was indelibly etched in her young mind. The pain was flashing but only lingered for a second. Then his cock moved into the soft, warm cave of her vagina. The wet walls of her cunt clasped the drilling intruder moistly and firmly, hungrily. The feeling was so delicious that she nearly passed out. The clamping walls of her vagina round his slowly drilling cock nearly drove Ben wild.
"So lovely and young and tight," he groaned.
"Ohhhhh too good, sooooo good. God I love it!" she sighed as all pain subsided and she began to fully enjoy her first impalement on a man's prick.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, pulling her lovely breasts firmly against his hairy chest. His cock, long and hard, slid deeper and deeper into the warm, soft, moist cavern of her pussy.
"I'm being fucked," she sad to herself in thrilling excitement. It was almost too good for her to bear.
Her lovely young body, finally deflowered, jerked and twisted as she moaned and thrashed under him, meeting him thrust for thrust, with passion so full and burning that it overcame her total lack of experience. She was moving under him like a living flame. He had never in his life felt such an impassioned response. It whipped him on to greater effort to please her.
Her nostrils flared as she gave herself to him with untamed animal desire. She was as if in a fit, a fit that drove both of them up higher and higher to exploding emotion. Her heaving body was slick with a sweet film of perspiration as she labored with inspired gyrations beneath him. They were both now wildly racing toward the final crashing climax as they fucked each other like two people gone mad.
"Ohhhh, God, soooo great, sooo gooooooooood," she cried as she slithered her strong young body to his, her hands now gripping his wildly pumping ass cheeks, as they rose and fell with lightning speed as his cock drilled in and out of her raped pussy.
The strength of her young, clinging thighs and hips surprised him. He thrilled to the clasping suck of her cunt as the violated lips clasped and unclasped around his hard, slick, drilling cock.
He fucked her wildly now, unthinkingly, inspired by her inspired young performance. She was tingling from the tips of her toes to the top of her tossing head. In and out of her young pussy his jabbing cock thundered. When he drove it in to the hilt, his heavy-sperm-filled balls slapped resoundingly against her heaving, tightly-clenched ass. Each jab of his cock brought a mewing cry from her. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes were glazed over as she took the newness of it all with bursting, burning lust. She couldn't believe that it was happening. It was and she loved it as she had never loved anything in her life. She felt, as she pulsed her young pussy against his raping cock, as if she were born for this, and this alone. She loved it. She felt no pain, only delicious, tingling sensations that were more powerful and wonderful than anything she had ever felt. This was the end of the world for Tara.
"I love it, love it," she sobbed.
"You're fantastic," he gasped as he pumped his throbbing cock in and out of her creamy pussy.
Twisting and writhing beneath him, she was unable to control the desire that now possessed her. Her lips curled back over her white teeth as she gave herself to him with desperate need. Her arms clutched him tightly and her nails raked over his back. Her fingers dug into the trench between his churning buttocks as he pounded up and down over her thrashing body.
The wet sucking in-and-out sound of cock entering and withdrawing from pussy filled the bedroom. He lunged over her with pile-driving tempo and she answered every thrust without letup, never tiring, wanting more, loving the way he was ravishing her.
She grunted as she labored on beneath him. His hands ran over her heaving ass and felt the soaked pubic hair surrounding her raped cunt. The clinging lips of her pussy were locked on his thrusting cock like a tight rubber mouth. Moisture, creamy and hot, dribbled out of her fucked slit and ran over the crevice of her buttocks.
They were both slippery with sweat. She churned under him with untamed, unpracticed and inspired gyrations as her ravenous body asked for more and more and more. She flailed her pussy at his jabbing cock with ecstatic abandon. She was crazed. She twisted and jerked and curled her middle at him, her thighs, wide-spread and gripping, sucked him down, down, down into her heaving trench.
"Deep. Hard. Deeper, harder, faster. Fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, yes," she gasped, begging for more, still more.
She felt as if she were going to die from the wonderful feeling. She was close to her orgasm. He was close to his. She swung her soft thighs up, waving and rotating her buttocks, spiraling her cunt, crazily meeting his plunging cock.
"Now! Dammit I'm coming. Coming!" she screamed hotly, feeling it come over her blindingly for the first time.
She squealed and locked her legs around his heaving ass. She thrashed at him with total abandon. She arched and held tight, as if for life. She was a quivering, jerking thing, now in the grip of her orgasm. Her come drowned his driving cock. Her ass slapped up and down with fantastic speed on the groaning mattress.
Jets of come shot from his cock. She felt the hot drive of his come spurting deep into her climaxing vagina. It thrilled her beyond recall. It was too much, too much.
Her creaming clasping, pussy lips crushed in on his jetting cock, making him cry out as he fountained his sperm deep into her. Every load of sperm that he dumped inside of her made them cry out in unison. He gripped the cheeks of her ass as they gyrated round and round and up and down.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." she sobbed, tears streaming down her lovely, flushed cheeks. Never had anything felt so good.
He rasped in his throat as he viciously rammed his cock in and out, emptying a huge load of sperm inside of her climaxing vagina. His erupting cock spurted its all as it dipped in and out of her pulsating pussy. Her cunt was so young and tender and yielding and clasping. They cried out their passion as his cock, locked in the hungering lips of her mound, drained every drop of sperm from his aching, swaying balls.
She whimpered and clutched him closer with her arms, feeling as if she would die any second for the wonderful feel of it all. Her soul felt as if it were shattering as he exploded his all, squirting his sperm deep inside of her open, sucking pussy.
And then, finally, it was over. He lay on her, exhausted. The embrace between middle-aged uncle and fifteen-year-old niece was lewd. Their limbs were interlocked. She vividly felt every subsiding throb of her climax, as his cock, now drained of all sperm, lay buried deep inside of her.
He lay on her, heaving for breath, for a long while. Tara loved the weight of him on her, loved the wonderful feel of his prick in her creamy tunnel. It had happened! She was no longer a virgin ! She was thrilled by this realization. She was a woman at the tender age of fifteen.
As she lay there, holding him close, she could remember every fevered moment of her loss of virginity. She would never forget it. She had no means of comparison, but she believed him to be the most wonderful lover in the world. And, she, a girl-a virgin-had fully satisfied him. She had stayed passionately with him through the whole thrilling, jarring experience. She had more than matched his passion. She had matched him stroke for stroke. She had triumphantly ridden out the climaxing storm. She knew she had been good. She could tell. She had instinctively performed like an inspired woman with abundant experience. She was proud of herself.
Slowly he rolled his body off of hers. She hated to feel his cock slide out of her. She hated to feel his weight leave her. But it was over. She knew there would now be more, much more. And, she knew that he still believed, in the darkness, that he had made love to her older sister, Dianne.
Tara giggled. Ben turned his face to hers. Their eyes met. He was now fully awake. Until this moment he had been blinded by sleep and darkness. Now he stared. He frowned. His eyebrows lifted. His mouth opened with surprise.
"Tara!" he said, stunned.
"In the flesh," she giggled.
CHAPTER SIX
Ben could not believe his eyes. But, there she was. It was not Dianne.
"My God," he groaned, feeling despair.
"Not God, only me, doing my bit," she laughed softly, feeling cat-like and contented.
"Oh, God, how did this happen," he moaned, feeling shame and hatred swamp over him.
"Well," she smiled, "it happened this way, you see-"
"I thought you were-" his statement halted as he remembered himself.
"You thought," she said, slowly finishing his statement, "you thought I was Dianne."
"What? What do you mean?" he said, his voice strangling in his throat.
"You thought I was Dianne. I know that," she said easily, enjoying herself at his expense.
"No, I never-I-"
"Oh, come off it, Uncle Ben. You thought I was Dianne all along."
"No! What?" He was confused. "No, I never thought that!"
"Yes you did," she giggled. "I know."
"But-Listen, what ever put such a wild thought into your head?"
"You laid Dianne tonight," she said simply.
"I what?" he said, acting shocked by the thought.
"I said you laid her tonight. Dianne. I know. I saw."
"You-say you-saw?" he said, feeling sick to his stomach.
"You screwed her. Or maybe I should say she screwed you. She seduced you, you know," she laughed musically, truly enjoying his anguish.
"But, but, how?"
"You see, I was up when she came in with her boyfriend. I was watching them from behind that door leading into the hall. She blew him and he fingered her. He was fingering her almost to her finish when you came home and cheated her. Then she went to work on you. I saw it all. I saw her on your lap, both of you naked, with your big peter shoving in and out of her pussy. Oh, yes, I saw. She thought I was asleep. You did, too. But I wasn't. I saw."
"Oh, my God," he moaned. "What have I done?"
"I'll tell you what you've done. You've become the lover of your nieces, and a very wonderful lover, too."
"This is awful, terrible-"
"I don't think so, sweetie. You had a great bang with Dianne. And, you've just had a terrific one with me. Admit it."
"In one night I've had both of you-Oh, God!
It's a terrible thing I've done. It's awful."
"But you loved it. You loved it with her. And you loved it with me, too. Come on. Admit it."
Ben felt ruined. He was now caring for and living with two young girls, his wards, and he was the lover of both of them. His mind did not want to accept the truth of the matter. But it had to. There was no changing facts. One seventeen. One fifteen. He had laid them both. Everything in his mind rebelled against accepting the truth. It was as if he believed that it would all go away, all turn out to be a lurid dream. But it was not. It was an accomplished fact. He took a deep breath and finally accepted his fate fully. There was no longer any need for pretense. It was now out in the open. He could no longer fence and fake. He just might as well be straight and honest. There was no other choice left to him.
"Come on," he heard young Tara repeating as she rubbed her tantalizing body against his. "Come on. Admit you loved it with Dianne. Admit you loved it with me. Come on. Don't be an old phony."
"Yes. I loved it with both of you. But what I've done is wrong. We're living in sin and hell together, all three of us, and it's my fault. I'm older. I should have had control. I should have known better."
"Want to know something, lover?" she asked with lazy huskiness in her voice.
"What?" he asked, frightened to listen.
"You got my cherry," she said softly.
"I got what?" he said in disbelief. "You got my cherry. I was a virgin."
"No!
"Yes," she smiled. "You were my first man. It only hurt for an instant. Then it got delicious. I loved it. You were marvelous!"
"You were a virgin," he said stupidly. He didn't want to believe it. Then he remembered that resistance as his cock had pressed in, the breaking of the resistance, and the sharp scream, muffed, that had come from her. He knew it was true.
"You plucked my cherry, Uncle Ben," she said lovingly. "And I'm glad you did. You did it sooooo nice. I loved it. And, God, you screwed my brains out. I thought I was going to die you screwed me so terrifically. You're my first man, but I don't think I'll ever have a lover as good as you. Oh, you darling lover. Your pecker is so big and hard and long and thick. I thought you were going to kill me with it. But you only killed me with wonderful feelings. I loved it. I love you. You're my lover. I'll never forget you. A girl doesn't forget her first man. And you were my first. Was I any good?"
"You were so terrific, I can't believe you were a virgin," he said honestly, not able to continue the sham. He could not believe she was a virgin until he had gotten into her. But it was beyond a doubt the truth. The girl, like her older sister, had native fucking talent, talent that a woman cannot acquire; she was either born with it or she was damned not to have it. A woman could only learn so much skill and technique. The rest was talent-passionate response. And both sisters had it in abundance.
"Oh, thank you for saying that," she purred, feeling warm in his honest compliment.
"It's the truth. My God, you and your sister have unbelievable talent in bed. Unbelievable!"
"Believe it, darling, because you're going to have plenty of chances to avail yourself of our talents," she crooned, her fingers toying with his limp, slick cock. "You have a harem," she laughed. "Dianne and I are your harem. I wish I had you all to myself. But, I guess I'll have to share you with Dianne and like it. And don't waste your time telling me how careful I have to be about being quiet about it. I heard you make that speech to Dianne. I understand."
"Dianne's going to find out."
"You bet she is. I'll bet she'll be hopping mad when she finds out. She can be very greedy, that girl. But she's going to have to share you with me, and like it," she said with strength.
"A harem," Ben said, trying to fully comprehend his situation.
He was middle-aged. They were teenagers. They were his nieces, his wards. They were his mistresses. He was their lover. That would not change. He knew that as the days rolled by they would all three become more and more deeply entangled in lust. He had no idea where it would all lead. But he knew he could not resist either girl. He desired them both terribly, and they were both now totally his, to have anytime he desired. And he was theirs anytime they wanted him. There would be plenty of wanting among them, that he knew.
He knew they would sink into a cesspool of sex and lust. Their relationship was forbidden by conventional society. But it was, it existed, and that's all there was to it. Only the future would determine where it would all end.
Now Ben had two young and beautiful and vibrant mistresses. He knew they would get better and better with each lay. He knew that with experience they would both be unmatched in the sack. He would truly have a harem, and what a wonderful one, at that. They were his and he was theirs. Tricky days lay ahead. What would happen when Dianne found out ? Ben cringed inwardly when he thought of that. Only time would tell.
The next morning, after leaving Ben early, Tara opened Dianne's bedroom door and walked quietly in. Dianne looked up.
"Don't you knock anymore, stupid?" Dianne said to her younger sister.
"Oh, balls," Tara said, curling her lips angrily at her sister.
Tara saw Dianne pulling a clinging sweater over her naked breasts. Then she preened, looking at her striking reflection in the mirror with approval. She was wearing a miniskirt and sweater, the same as Tara was.
"Well, what do you want?" Dianne said impatiently.
"No bra, huh?" Tara grinned.
"No. No bra. And what of it?"
"Oh, nothing. Bet you aren't wearing panties, either," she said with a wry smile.
"That's for me to know, and none of your business."
Dianne frowned as her eyes went appraisingly over her younger sister. Her eyes darted knowingly to Tara's out-thrusting tits.
"You're not wearing a bra," she said, surprised.
"It's the new fad," Tara laughed.
"Uncle Ben'll be furious. He's bound to notice."
"I'll bet he notices," Tara grinned impishly.
"Now exactly what is that to mean?"
"Don't act so high and mighty, Dianne, You're not wearing a bra either, so what have you got to shout about?"
"What I do is my business. I'm older than you."
"Ha, ha. Two years and two days older. Big deal."
"I don't need your sarcasm, stupid."
"Stop calling me stupid," Tara said stamping her foot in anger.
"I'll call you anything I please. Now get out of here if you have nothing to say, will you?"
"Oh. I have plenty to say, Miss high and mighty."
"Well, say it and beat it, then. I'm hungry. I want to go down and fix breakfast."
"Good. You fix it for me too, huh? I'd like poached eggs on toast and bacon."
"Nuts. You can fix your own breakfast, Tara.
I'm not your servant."
"It's your turn. I fixed breakfast yesterday."
"Oh, all right. Now, what do you want?"
"Want to have a little talk with you, that's all."
"Can't it wait till after breakfast? I'm starved."
"No. It can't wait till after breakfast. It's important."
"What's so important, dammit? Out with it."
"This'll take a little time. You'd better sit down."
"Oh, phooie. Nothing's too important to wait until after I have my breakfast."
"This is!"
"Well, why are you beating around the bush, then? If it's important, spit it out, girl."
"I said it'll take time. Sit down."
"Oh, all right," Dianne said, giving up. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and Tara sat in the upholstered chair facing her.
"I know why you're not wearing a bra," Tara said, savoring her role.
"If you're going to talk nonsense, stupid, I'm not going to sit here and listen to it."
"I'm not talking nonsense, Dianne. I know everything."
"What do you mean?"
"I wasn't asleep last night when you came home with Tommy."
"You weren't?" Dianne said, tensing.
"No. I was wide awake. Guess what I saw?" she teased.
"What did you see?"
"I saw you with Tommy."
"How?"
"I hid behind the door to the hallway. Kept it open a crack and watched you and Tommy."
"Oh," Dianne said, relaxing a bit. She figured that her little episode with the boy was all that Tara had seen.
"I saw you neck with him. I saw him feel you up. I saw you give him a terrific blow-job. Boy, did you ever suck him off," Tara said with admiration.
"You saw that--? "
"Yup. And I saw him finger your twat, too. Gosh, I wish it was my pussy he was fingering. I got all hot and bothered just watching. But most of all I got a big charge watching you suck on his pretty cock."
"Okay. So you know I like to suck cocks. Okay. So I'm not a pure sweet and innocent. So what? You'll be sucking cock soon enough and loving it yourself."
"Is that right? Gee it looks like fun," Tara teased. "Is it fun?"
"I enjoy it, and I don't mind admitting it. It's lots of fun. But you'll find out for yourself someday. Who knows, you might be a prude and you might not like giving boys blow-jobs," Dianne said condescendingly.
"You look like a terrific cock-sucker."
"No complaints yet," Dianne laughed, trying to act relaxed and mature, but not liking talking about it.
"Have you sucked lots of boys' cocks?"
"That's my private business, and none of yours," she answered haughtily.
"Well, you said you've had no complaints yet, so I have to gather from that that you've sucked plenty of cocks."
"None of your business. And that's that."
"No it's not. I was still hiding when Uncle Ben came home and stopped Tommy from fingering you to a come."
"You were?" Dianne said, suddenly gripped with fear, her face losing its color.
"Yes, I was. And, I saw you seduce Uncle Ben. God, you were sensational."
"You saw-everything?" Dianne gulped.
"You bet," Tara laughed. "The whole fucking thing, if you don't mind a bad pun. Gee, he really plugged it to you, didn't he? You sure got your rocks off, and he did, too. When you were finished, I thought the both of you were going to pass out."
"Damn you! You had no right!"
"But I saw, and that's all that counts now, Dianne," she said archly.
Dianne sat staring at her younger sister. She did not know exactly how to react. Seldom had Tara gained the upper hand on her. She always held sway over her younger sister. Until now. Now the tables were turned. Dianne decided that the best course of action was to accept Tara as an equal, something she had never before done. Older children commonly lord it over younger brothers or sisters, and this had been the case with Dianne and Tara. Now Dianne had to finally deal with Tara as an equal.
"Well, you know everything. What are you going to do about it, Tara?"
"I'm going to keep my mouth shut. I know what this all means."
"Do you really mean that ? " Dianne asked hopefully.
"Yes. I heard everything that Uncle Ben said to you. It made sense. We don't want trouble. We've had enough trouble in our lives recently."
"Yes, we have. Well, I'm glad you see things this way."
"There's no other way."
"And you don't mind that Uncle Ben and I are lovers, and are going to continue to be lovers ? "
"Well, I think I ought to tell you the rest, Dianne."
"The rest? The rest of what?"
"I got pretty hot pants watching you lay him. I'd never seen it before, and it'd never happened to me."
"You're a virgin," Dianne said, matter-of-factly. "Well-"
"Well, what? You are, aren't you?"
"You see, Dianne, I ran upstairs just a few minutes before you and Uncle Ben came upstairs."
"Yes? So, what about it?"
"I knew that the both of you were going to try to keep it a secret from me. You both were kinda worried that I might go to pieces when I found out-if I found out."
"Yes, yes?"
"Well, I found out. I watched. I didn't go to pieces. You can see that, can't you."
"Yes."
"But I was wild after watching. And, earlier, I'd found something in the attic that got me all hot and bothered."
"What did you find in the attic, Tara?"
"I found a box."
"A box? A box of what?"
"A box with some books in it. Special kind of books."
"Will you please get to the point?"
"The books were, well, I guess you call them pornography."
"Pornography? What ever do you mean? Tell me."
"They were fantastic books. Never saw anything like them before. I guess they're Uncle Ben's private little collection. A couple of them are drawn and in color. Gosh, they have people making it in the wildest ways. Ways I never dreamed existed. I'll show them to you, if you want to see them."
"Sure I wanna see them. But suppose Uncle Ben finds out you have the books?"
"Not much of a chance of that, Dianne. He had them hidden in a dark corner of the attic, and had sheets and blankets piled up over the box. I piled everything up again so you can't even tell anything's been touched. I don't think he goes up there very often."
"Well, you'll have to put them back."
"I don't think so."
"Why not, Tara?"
"Oh, because of everything that's happened," she said with a mysterious grin.
"You're hiding something from me. You haven't told me everything. Come on, Tara, out with it."
"I knew you and Uncle Ben were going to stay in your own rooms last night because you didn't want me to find out anything by accident. I wasn't asleep when the two of you came up. I was wide awake. I was so excited I couldn't sleep."
"Yes, go on."
"I waited about a half-hour, until the house was quiet and I was sure that the both of you were asleep. Then I sneaked out of my room," she giggled. "I didn't have a stitch on."
"You were naked? What did you do?"
"I sneaked down to Uncle Ben's room, naked."
"You did what?"
"I sneaked down to his room, naked. And I slipped into his room. He was sleeping without clothes on."
"I don't believe you!"
"It's the truth. I'd figured everything out in advance. I was tired of being a virgin."
"I don't believe you. You're a damn liar."
"I am not. I got into bed with him."
"You didn't!"
"I did! I figured in his sleep he'd think I was you."
"You bitching brat!"
"Watch your mouth, Dianne. You have no call to curse me. You fucked him, so don't act so grand."
"Okay. You got into bed with him. Then what?"
"I'm not a virgin anymore," Tara laughed triumphantly.
"No! I don't believe you! You're lying"
"I am not! He was so sleepy and it was dark in his room. Before he knew what was happening he was fucking me. God, is he a terrific lover."
"Tara!"
"It only hurt for a second when he pushed his big hard cock in. And then it felt delicious, more delicious than anything. He didn't know it was me until after we both came. And, boy, did we ever come! We darn near passed out it was so terrifically good."
"Tell me you're not telling the truth!" Dianne commanded, not wanting to believe Tara.
"I can't do that. Everything I've said is the truth. When Uncle Ben found out he'd screwed me, and not you, he nearly had a heart attack."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Honest. Matter of fact, I have an edge on you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You made him once. He screwed me three times last night. I didn't leave his room until 7:30 this morning. Oh, it was so wonderful. Each time we fucked it was better than the time before. I'm kinda sore in the pussy this morning, but raring to fuck more," she giggled.
"Well, if you're telling the truth-"
"I am. He's kinda worried how you'll act once you find out he's screwing me, too. Heck, Dianne, there's enough of him for the both of us. If we don't act sensible we'll both lose. We might as well share him. I'd like to have him all to myself. And I know you would, too. But I'm not going to let you have him all to yourself. He's mine, too."
"I see. Well, I guess we'll have to share him then. There isn't much choice. Did he know you were going to tell me?"
"No. That was my idea. I figured it'd be terribly better if I told you. Boy, wouldn't you like to be in his shoes-be a man? He has a harem-the two of us," she giggled.
"Yes. Well, maybe it won't be so bad at that," Dianne said. "We could have gangbangs."
"That sounds like fun," Tara said with excitement.
"But we've got to be careful."
"Oh, I know that. I'm not stupid. This is our secret. Yours and mine and Uncle Ben's. We can have a sexy time and nobody'll ever guess. We'll just play the parts of his sweet innocent nieces in public. But in private-wow!"
"Wow is right," Dianne laughed, accepting the situation. "It will be all right. Ben'll just have to get used to it. I hope he's man enough to keep us both satisfied. I think he is."
"I do too. He's a terrific lover, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is. Of course, you can't compare. But
I doubt you'll find one better than he is. He's terrific. So he took your cherry, huh?"
"He sure did."
"It didn't hurt much?"
"Hardly felt it. Oh, just for an instant. And then the pain went away and it was terrific."
"Did you bleed much?"
"Just a little drop was on the sheet in the morning."
"You're lucky. It hurt me something awful when my cherry was picked."
"It did?"
"Yes. And I bled a lot. But it only happens once, and after you get rid of your cherry, everything's just peachy."
"I guess I was lucky. If it really hurt and I really bled a lot, he would have known. He was half asleep when we started screwing and it was dark and he thought I was you, until we finished."
"You played a dirty trick on him," Dianne grinned at her little sister.
"All's fair."
"I know."
Dianne now had new respect for her sister. Now it was as if they were equals. It took a lot of nerve to do what Tara had done. She respected her nerve. And she was agreeable to sharing Uncle Ben with Tara. What did it matter anyway ? And, there was really no choice.
"Tara, show me those books you found in the attic before we go down to breakfast."
"I thought you were hungry."
"I am. But I'm more curious than I am hungry."
"Okay. Come on to my room. I've got the books hidden under my bed."
The girls went to Tara's room. They spent a half-hour poring over the pornographic books. Dianne, like Tara before her, had never seen anything quite like them. They giggled together. They whistled as they turned the pages, memorizing the various position of love.
"Goodness, Tara, look at that. You have to be an acrobat to do that."
"I'm gonna try."
"So am I. Hey, it might be fun, you and me both having him."
"Sure it'll be."
The girls went slowly through all the books. They were both excited and lusting when they finally put the books back under Tara's bed.
"Well, let's go down and have breakfast," Dianne said, with a friendly smile to her younger sister. She now felt close to Tara, closer than she had ever felt. The death of their parents had drawn them together, but now the mutual love they shared for their uncle drew them even closer together.
"You're not wearing undies, are you?" Tara asked.
"No. Are you?"
"No."
Giggling, they went downstairs to breakfast.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Have a good night's sleep, Uncle Ben?" Tara grinned impishly as he entered the kitchen.
The girls knew exactly how they were going to handle the situation. They had decided over breakfast. Ben nodded absently. He was dressed in slacks and sport shirt. He was clean shaven. There were deep circles under his eyes. He did not look refreshed by sleep; rather, he looked as if he had had a bad night of restless tossing and turning.
"Gee, Uncle Ben," Dianne smiled, "you look kinda tired. You've got circles and bags under your eyes."
"So I look terrible. What else is new?" he smiled weakly.
He felt uncomfortable. Both girls were there, looking fresh and young and vibrant and innocent. And he had had both of them last night. He didn't know that Dianne and Tara had talked. He was uneasy, didn't know quite how to act. He tried to act relaxed and natural. With a deep sigh he sat down at the table. Dianne poured him a cup of steaming coffee.
"What would you like for breakfast?" Dianne asked.
"Couple of eggs, any way you want to make them," he said.
"Poor Uncle Ben's so tired," Tara said with a mock sympathetic smile as Dianne went over to the stove.
"I'll survive," he said, sipping his coffee.
"You look so tired," Tara smiled.
She walked around behind his chair and bent forward from her waist, pressing her fingers into his neck muscles. She began to slowly massage his neck.
"This'll make you feel better," she crooned.
"That feels good," Ben said.
"Your neck muscles seem all bunched up, Uncle Ben. I'll unknot them, though," Tara said, her fingers caressingly prodding his neck and shoulders.
"Eggs up okay with you?" Dianne asked.
"Fine," Ben said, enjoying the massage Tara was giving him.
Then Tara slowly stopped massaging his neck. She leaned forward, and pressed her fingers to his temples, gently massaging his forehead. As she did, she pulled his head back so that it nestled in the deep valley between her firm, swaying, naked breasts, free and unfettered beneath her sweater.
Ben felt the twin swells of her firm cones. He relaxed as she rubbed her fingers gently over his forehead.
"What you need now is a good rubdown-all over," Tara said in a teasing voice.
"What I need now," Ben corrected, "is breakfast."
"A rubdown would feel better."
"My stomach needs food."
Dianne put the eggs and toast before him on the table. He attacked them with gusto. The girls sat at the table, smiling, watching him eat.
"You slept so late this morning," Dianne said to Ben. "I can't imagine why you look so tired," she lied.
"You're making me feel as if I look like I'm at death's door," Ben said. "I can't look that bad."
"Pretty bad, though," Tara laughed.
They sat and chatted innocently until Ben had finished his breakfast. Then he sat back, lighted a cigarette, and took a sip from his second cup of coffee.
Tara gave him a sly wink when Dianne wasn't looking, and Ben frowned warningly at her. She kicked off her shoe as she sat there chatting with Dianne and Ben. She was a picture of innocence. But beneath the table, she was anything but innocent.
She slid down a bit lower in her chair and stretched out her slender leg under the table. Her bare foot touched Ben's ankle. He looked up, surprised, but didn't know which girl had done it. Both of them looked perfectly innocent above the table.
Tara's foot began to slide up his calf. He felt her toes wiggle, teasing. Ben tried to keep his voice natural, tried to keep his face an impersonal mask.
Tara was getting a charge from what she was slyly doing. She knew that Dianne was not aware of what was going on. And, she knew that Uncle Ben could not tell if it was she or Dianne who was teasing him.
Tara stretched her leg and her foot began to move up, up. It moved caressingly up onto her uncle's thigh, rubbing, teasing. She could see anguish flicker in his eyes. That only spurred her on. And then, finally, after a slow, slow, teasingly slow journey, her bare foot slipped onto her uncle's lap beneath the table, where no eyes could see.
She felt his rising rod under her arch and smiled, taking a sip of orange juice. She liked the idea that her teasing foot had so easily aroused his cock. Sleep had refreshed him where it counted, she grinned to herself. She began to move her foot slowly, gently, bewitchingly, back and forth, to and fro, over his now bulging erection. She loved the feel of his rigid prick under her foot. She curled her toes and pressed home more brazenly her bizarre caress of his swollen prick.
"Um, there's nothing like fresh orange juice," Tara said, the innocence of her face and statement giving the lie to the slow caress her foot was giving his cock.
Tara continued the slow, maddening caress of her foot over Ben's fully aroused pecker. His cock was throbbing under her moving arch and curling toes. Her foot slid round and round and up and down over his huge ridge. And all the while she continued to chatter on as if she were doing nothing at all.
Tara was hugely enjoying the thrilling feel of her uncle's hard cock under her foot. His cock was throbbing under the spell of her little, moving foot. Then Tara decided to push her little game a bit farther. She gave her sister a sidelong glance and Dianne smiled back at her, knowing what was coming next.
"Uncle Ben?" Tara said softly. "Yes?" he said, looking rather nervously, the delicious feel of the caressing foot on his cock, driving him wild with need.
"I'm not wearing a bra. I hate them. Can you tell?"
Ben looked at her young proud, thrusting tits, in the soft, clinging confines of her sweater.
"No. Not really, Tara," he answered, his voice pitched low.
"Weil I'm not wearing one," she giggled. "See!" She smiled wickedly, moving her shoulders, making her firm breasts sway beneath the sweater.
Ben grinned nervously. There she sat, so young and innocent and lovely, a bewitching smile on her beautiful face, making her young tits sway for his eyes.
"Yes. I can see," he said slowly. "I can't say that I approve, though."
"Oh, don't be an old poop," she said. "Dianne's not wearing one either, are you, Dianne?"
"No, I'm not," Dianne laughed. Then she shifted her shoulders and her full tits swayed maddeningly in her tight sweater. The girls sat there at the table, grinning at Ben, shifting their shoulders, swaying their tits. It was too much for him.
"Stop it the two of you," he said harshly.
"Oh, darling Uncle Ben," Dianne said. "We're not hurting anyone. We're just fooling around."
"Well, stop the fooling around, both of you."
"Why should we?" Dianne said. "You like to fool around, too."
"And what exactly do you mean by that?"
"She doesn't mean fool around, Uncle Ben," Tara smiled. "She means you like to fuck around."
"What?"
"You heard me," Tara laughed.
"I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap, young lady," Ben said with indignation.
"Go ahead and wash my mouth out with soap if you want to," Tara said with a lazy grin. "It'll be all the cleaner.to suck your cock with."
Ben looked at her thunderstruck. He turned his furious, confused eyes to Dianne. Dianne was laughing.
"What the hell's going on here?" Ben said. "Don't you know?" Tara said. "Suppose you tell me."
"Okay. I merely said you like to fuck around. Can you deny you don't like fucking around, Uncle Ben?"
"What the hell-"
"You certainly like fucking around with Dianne. And I know for a fact that you like fucking around with me."
"I see-"
"Comes the dawn," Dianne laughed. "So, the two of you got your heads together, ehh?"
"Why not? You got our pussies together, in a manner of speaking," Dianne laughed merrily.
"I don't know if I like this," Ben said lamely.
"You liked it plenty when you fucked me last night. And, from what Tara tells me, you liked it enough last night to fuck her three times. That's why you're so tired looking this morning."
"Yes," Tara said. "And you screwed my little cherry away, too."
Ben felt ill at ease. The girls had the upper hand. Obviously they had planned all of this in advance. He wanted to gain control. As much as he liked plucking their twats, he still wanted to be the man, still wanted to set the tone of their relationship.
"Dianne?" Tara said.
"Yes?"
"Guess what?"
"Uncle Ben's got a terrific hard-on."
"How do you know?"
"I can feel it with my foot. I've been feeling up his prick with my foot since he finished his eggs."
"Is that right?" Dianne said. She turned to Ben. "You've got a lot of nerve, darling."
"I have a lot of nerve?" Ben said.
"Yes, you do. You've been acting so damn proper and prim, and all along you've been enjoying having your cock rubbed by Tara's foot under the table. What a phony you are."
"Well, what was I supposed to do?" Ben said, exasperated. "Was I supposed to say, "Tara, stop rubbing my prick with your foot'? "
"You could have moved back so that you were out of reach of her foot, darling."
"Yes, you could have," Tara said. "But you didn't. You liked it too much."
"Dammit now girls, just hold on a minute."
"Hold onto what, your hard-on?" Tara giggled.
"Now wait a minute, girls," he said, off-balance and confused.
"Come on, darling, stand up and give us a treat," Dianne said.
"Yes, sweetheart, lover, stand up and let us feast our eyes on your big, hard prick," Tara grinned.
"No. Now just wait a minute."
"Come on. Don't be bashful, darling. After all, we've both seen it and both had it in us. Why are you being so bashful. Come on. Be a sport," Dianne teased.
"How did this all happen?" Ben said, as if to himself.
"If you don't know how this all happened, lover, you're in big trouble," Tara said.
"That's not what I mean," Ben said, fighting for control, his cock still throbbing. He felt both girls' bare feet moving onto his stiff cock. "No. Don't. Stop," he groaned as he felt Dianne's foot and Tara's foot rubbing over the hard bone.
"Afraid you'll come in your pants?" Dianne laughed.
"We can't let that happen," Tara said. "That'd be such a waste."
"Come on, darling. Get up and give us a show. Let us see your wonderful hard-on."
Ben felt like a fool. He had no choice. He stood up. Both girls' eyes went heatedly, directly, to the huge, tent-like bulge of his hard-on, fiercely pushing out the material of his trousers.
"My, my, just look at that, will you," Dianne said.
"I'm looking, I'm looking," Tara laughed.
Ben blushed, feeling suddenly awkward and boyish before the young girls. Here he was, a mature, middle-aged man, being made to stand before two teen-aged girls so that they could feast their young, eager eyes on his bulging cock. It was fantastic.
"I think we ought to do something for him, Tara."
"Yes. It must hurt him something awful. It's all choked up in his pants. That's not right."
"It certainly isn't. We ought to help him out."
"Yes. We ought to help him out of his pants."
With wild laughs the girls got up and advanced on Ben. He retreated a step. They were on him, giggling, feeling him, their hands everywhere at cnce, their lips kissing and teasing him.
"You unbuckle, I'll unzip," Dianne said to Tara.
"Right," Tara said eagerly.
Dianne unbuckled his belt while Tara unzipped his fly. His pants sank to the floor. He stood there, the girls laughing, pressing close, his hard-on nearly ripping out of his shorts. Tara's hands and Dianne's hands grasped the elastic waist of his shorts and pulled the waistband far out from his belly. Both girls gazed down and saw the swollen, naked hardness of his aroused cock.
"Wow! Has he ever got a boner!"
"Big and fat and long and hard and beautiful!"
"It looks yummie'"
"Good enough to eat, wouldn't you say."
"I sure would!"
The girls slowly, teasingly, began to lower his shorts down. And then they were down. They pulled them away from his feet and tossed his trousers and shorts aside, laughing. He was naked, from the waist down, before his two eager, giggling nieces. He was now their toy, and he knew it. He staggered helplessly between them, groaning.
Then Ben felt the voluptuous thrill of the girls' hands on his long, thick, hard, throbbing prick.
"Look," Tara grinned, "it's long enough for both of us to get a grip on."
"It sure is. He's a darling stud. Our private stud, Tara," Dianne said, breathlessly.
Ben felt the caressing pressure of four girls' hands on his hard prick. Twenty fingers curled around his shaft. Twenty knowing, young fingers pressured and caressed his aching cock. It was too much for him, too much.
"Oh, God," he groaned.
"He-likes it," Dianne laughed.
"I'll bet he does," Tara grinned.
The girls were fascinated with the play of their hands over the entire length of his cock. Their fingers tickled over his swaying balls. Their warm breath mixed and fanned over his knobby cock-head.
"Dianne?" Tara said softly, squeezing his cock with her fingers.
"Yes, Tara ? " Dianne answered, her fingers tickling his balls, cupping and weighing them, her fingers of her other hand squeezing his cock, along with Tara's fingers.
"I watched you suck Tommy's cock last night, right?"
"Right, you peeping Tom, you," Dianne laughed wildly.
"It was sooo much fun watching. I think turn about's fair play, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's your turn to watch me."
"Yes, I guess you're right."
Tara looked up at her sweating, trembling uncle and grinned.
"Uncle Ben, I'm going to give you a delicious blow-job," Tara giggled.
"Oh, God," was all he could manage.
"You just relax and enjoy yourself, lover of mine. We'll give Dianne a treat. She can watch."
"Oh, God," he moaned again.
"Ready, Dianne? Do you have a good view?"
"Just perfect, Tara. His cock is all yours. Make it good, now."
"Oh, I will," Tara said, her face moving in close to the heated head of his bulging cock.
Ben's cock was like a huge tree trunk. His pubic hair curled around its base, and his balls hung beneath, swollen and filled with sperm. Tara moved in closer to it. She feasted her young, eager eyes on it. It was enormously thick. She fingered his cock as it stood out straight from his thighs, the hard head of it only inches from her lipstick-red lips, moist and poised and ready.
She moved her lips in close and flicked out her pink tongue. Her tongue licked the shining drop of fluid from the tip of his cock. Ben groaned. Dianne leaned in close, so she could see it all.
Tara ducked her head so that the underside of his hard prick rolled round and round in a teasing circle over her open lips. Ben shuddered and gasped, his knees nearly buckling. Tara strained forward, the tip of her tongue licking up and down the underside of his cock. She teased his cock unmercifully with her laving tongue, driving gasps and grunts from him. Dianne watched with growing excitement.
Then, suddenly, not able to resist any longer, Tara rammed her lips forward. Ben cried out as the turgid head of his swollen cock buried itself between her puckered, nursing lips. She sucked on the head of his aching prick hungrily, as if her life depended on it.
Tara's elastic-like lips sucked mightily on his huge cock, sucking its entire length into her mouth, nearly choking herself on it. Her head began to bob. His hips began to buck. With her bobbing lips she was sucking his cock while at the same time with his bucking hips he was fucking his cock in and out of her lips.
Tara's cheeks hollowed with each in-and-out stroke of his huge cock, tasting every bit of his heated flesh. Her eyes were glazed over with delight as she blew him. She loved it. And she knew she was giving him and Dianne a treat; that spurred her on. Her tongue circled and swished over his throbbing, ramming prick. Her teeth grated over the sliding cock.
"Oh, that's it, Tara, suck it, suck it," Ben cried out, desperate in his need, his stiff shaft buried in the girl's sucking young lips.
"Yes, suck him hard and long and deep and good, Tara," Dianne urged. "Use your tongue and teeth on it."
Tara was too busy to pay much attention to their words. She was in another world, a lurid world, where his cock in her mouth was the center of all attention.
Tara's soft, straining, sucking lips were clasped tightly and hungrily on the cock that moved in and out of the circle of her red lips. The elastic rim of her lips clung passionately as she sucked, all the while fingering his balls with one hand and, with the other hand, jabbing her finger in and out of his outraged, flaming ass-hole.
Ben's face was red and contorted with lust. He fucked his cock in and out of her charging lips. The jab of her finger in and out of his ass-hole dictated the rhythm, giving him a dual sensation, lips and finger fucking him.
Tara licked and sucked with demented fury. She was like a child gone wild on an all-day-sucker. Dianne watched her little sister sucking her uncle's cock with feverish eyes. It was so depraved. So wonderful. She watched her sister passionately, lewdly, suck and suck, as the cock drove in and out of her tight lips. Tara's head bobbed faster and faster.
"God!" Ben cried.
"Go, Tara, go!" Dianne urged.
Tara needed no urging. She was abandoned to her glorious cock feast. The rock-hard cock skewered relentlessly in and out between her surging lips. She sucked on it with a merciless onslaught.
Before Dianne's lustful eyes, the plummeting thickness of Ben's cock sunk deep into Tara's mouth. The coarse hair at the base of his shaft brushed against Tara's nose. His balls swung and danced, slapping against Tara's charging chin.
"I'm coming!" Ben shouted.
Dianne moved her face to within inches of her sister's sucking lips. Tara could feel his cock swelling in the tight clutch of her lips. And then he came.
He grunted and barked hoarsely. Her head bobbed wildly. He came into her devouring mouth. She sucked wildly. Hot, sticky sperm began to spew into her mouth as his cock jerked in the tight grip of her surging lips. Quick spurts of come squirted deep into Tara's mouth, filling it to the brim, making her cheeks puff out. She swallowed voraciously, taking every drop, not wanting to let any of it get away. Spurt after hot spurt of his cream shot into her mouth. Her adam's apple bobbed rapidly as she swallowed thirstily. She took every thick spurt of his sperm, swallowing just enough so that it would not spill out of her lips.
Ben shot his final jetting load as her lips sucked and her head bobbed and her finger jabbed in and out of his thrilling ass-hole. She swallowed it all, but a thin river of sticky liquid ran out of the corners of her lips as she sucked on and on. His cock began to deflate.
Finally, Tara released the limp, slick cock from her gleaming lips. Thin strings of sperm stuck to her lips, and she quickly licked it away, swallowing with a laugh.
"How was that?" Tara asked, kissing his limp cock, laving her tongue over his hanging, emptied balls.
"Great," Ben gasped, shaky on his legs.
"That was real fun watching," Dianne told her sister. "But look what you've done."
"Yeah," Tara grinned. "I drained it. It's soft and useless. Ummm, that was a delicious dessert."
"I'll bet it was," Dianne laughed, knowing what her sister had experienced, jealous that it hadn't been her lips doing the sucking that they loved so much to do.
Ben was out of wind. The combination of Tara's sucking lips and the fact that he knew that Dianne was watching, had combined to give him a jolting climax that nearly drove him out of his mind.
"Isn't that nice, Uncle Ben?" Tara grinned. "Your two nieces are born cock-suckers. Before we're through with you your cock is going to be really permanently red from lipstick, "she laughed.
"We're going to have a lot of fun together," Dianne smiled.
"If you girls don't kill me first," Ben smiled weakly. Tara was still nursing on his deflated cock.
"Oh, you're man enough to service us. You'll see. Tara, it's my turn next. I want him to take me in the ass."
"Can I watch?"
"Sure you can. But first we have to get his cock hard again."
"No sweat. I'll just suck here for a few more minutes and he'll be raring to go again."
"Let me do it, Tara. It's my turn."
Tara let his still limp prick slide out of her caressing lips. .
"Oh, all right, Dianne," she said, disappointed.
In two minutes' time Dianne, with hot, expert lips sucking over his cock, had Ben ready again.
"You girls are going to kill me," Ben moaned. But he loved it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The entire house became a lurid playground for the girls, and their laboring playmate was their uncle, whispering moist entreaties into his arms, using words that seldom passed from schoolgirls' lips.
Dianne was about to get her wish. She, Tara and Ben were naked. They were in the living room. Dianne was on all fours, like an animal. Tara lay close by, watching, giggling. Ben was crawling, on all-fours, up behind Dianne, sniffing at her weaving buttocks, glistening and pink, firm and shimmering.
"Go get her," Tara urged her uncle with a crazed laugh. "She's a bitch-in-heat and you're a mongrel. like dogs, fuck like dogs!"
Dianne's head felt light, and her senses were swimming. She could hardly wait to feel his cock drill into her puckered, waiting ass-hole. She so wanted that bizarre thrill. Her lips were moist and parted and lust-crazed groans of anticipation came from deep down in her throat. Her eyes were half-closed and glittering with desire.
On all-fours she swayed her ass bewitchingly, presenting a lush target for her uncle, her buttocks vulnerable and ready. Her tits swayed, her nipples extended and hard.
Ben's face was scant inches from Dianne's young, soft pubic mound. He pressed his thumbs into the outer edge of her pussy lips, and she sighed with lqnging. His thumbs caressed along the edges of her now creaming pussy lips, pulling them open slowly. The soft, auburn pubic hair parted, exposing her moist slit and the hard, dainty bud of her clitoris. He stared with fascination at the throbbing hardness of her clitoris, licking his lips.
"Get her, Uncle Ben," Tara urged, moving in closer, almost getting her face in the way in her eagerness to see it all.
Ben moved his face forward and his long tongue snaked out to dance at the trembling nub in her slit. Tara's body quivered as she felt his tongue prodding. Her hips began to sway as she moved back toward the teasing tongue. She mewed softly as she gave herself up to the delicious feel of his wet tongue lapping over her fevered cunt lips, over her hard clitoris. Her lovely torso weaved and swayed, her tits heaved to and fro, as she enjoyed the lewd tongue-lapping that her uncle was giving her pussy.
"Uggggg," she grunted. "God, sooo goood."
He licked over her cunt, suddenly gluing his lips to her cunt in a nerve-shattering kiss, tongue digging deep into her hot cunt.
"Agggg," Dianne cried, squirming her buttocks back, back, hard against his mouth and digging tongue.
"Eat her alive!" Tara cried.
But Ben wasn't interested in that. He knew what she wanted. With a final, slow, tantalizing lick of his tongue over her creaming pussy, he moved his face away. Dianne groaned, hating the lost contact, wanting it back at her cunt lips.
Ben now moved in behind her as her body swayed and squirmed in lewd anticipation of his next move. He fitted himself to her. She felt his body pressing over her back. His arms circled around her and cupped her breasts, caressed and teased them, making her sigh and grind her buttocks back hard against his thighs. Dianne felt the hardness and thickness of her uncle's cock as it pressed against the crevice of her buttocks. He rubbed the hard head of his prick there, and she sobbed with delight as she felt the rubbing thrill against her sensitive anus. Hot spasms rippled through her.
His hands played with her tits, cupping, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples, giving her excruciatingly wonderful sensations. She gasped with pleasure. He pushed his hips forward and the knob of his cock shoved slightly into the crack of her contracting, rotating buttocks.
"Fuck me in the ass, darling," Dianne crooned, her eyelids fluttering.
"Yes, fuck her in the ass with your big hard cock, Uncle Ben," Tara said with mounting excitement.
"I will. I'll zing her in the ass-hole so hard she won't be able to sit down for a week," he laughed. He was a total captive of lust.
"Do it!" Dianne bagged. "I don't care if I never sit down again on anything but your stiff cock! Do it!"
Dianne pushed her excited ass back against his hardness. Dianne, panting, dragged one of his hands away from her breast and pulled it down, down, over her belly, toward her fevered mound. Ben's hand moved down now, without her aid. It went to the V between her parted thighs. He played his fingers over the curling, matted, moist hair that surrounded her hot slit. He rubbed his finger over her hard clitoris bud, making the girl jump at the touch.
His hand moved down, cupping her pussy mound, pressing over the creamy trench. His finger slid along the parted lips of her cunt, driving wild sobs from the girl. His hard cock was pressing up and down deep in the moist crevice of her buttocks as he began to slowly finger her cunt.
Dianne ground her pussy against the invading finger, holding it imprisoned with her strong thighs. At the same time she ground her behind against his rubbing cock-head, trying to capture it with her clenching buttock cheeks.
Ben began to rock gently, his cock rubbing in her ass crevice in rhythm with his fingers as it fucked in and out of Dianne's revolving pussy.
"Bend forward a little bit, honey girl," Ben whispered. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
"Oh, darling yes. Please do it. Fuck me there," she sobbed, wanting to know the forbidden feeling for the first time.
"Fuck her dog-style," Tara urged, her face inches from the action.
"Do it now, please, darling lover," Dianne begged. She was panting between tightly clenched teeth as she rocked her body against his fucking finger and probing cock.
"I'm going to fuck your ass like a pile driver," Ben leered. "What a delicious ass you have, baby girl. God it's beautiful. What a treat this is gonna be."
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her in the ass," Tara said, excitement driving her crazy, her eyes fixed on the scene inches from her young, feverish eyes.
Dianne seemed even more greatly stimulated by their words. She groaned. He pushed her shoulders slightly forward. Her lovely buttocks rose up, presenting a delicious target.
Her lovely, young rear was vulnerable and exposed. She waved it at him, trying to excite him, inflame him to more quickly stab his cock in between her shimmering half moons. He adjusted his position behind her, fixing his knees in place.
Then he paused.
"I got an idea," he grinned.
'Fuck me in the ass," Dianne begged as she felt him moving away.
"I got a little treat for you first, honey girl," Ben smiled, licking his tongue over his lips.
"Fuck her," Tara demanded.
But Ben had other ideas, he wanted to tease the girl a bit more before driving his hard cock into her delectable ass-hole.
"Oh, gooooood God," Dianne screamed.
"Wow," Tara whispered as she watched avidly.
Ben was licking hungrily up and down along the length of her perspiring crevice between her buttock cheeks. Up and down his tongue wetly dragged, making the girl squirm and sob, heaving her ass for fuller tongue-contact. But his tongue was a wandering thing. It licked over her ass crevice, flicking in and out, and it laved over her pussy, invading the parted crack, shoving in deep. Dianne shivered and shoved her pussy and buttocks in circles to more fully experience the bizarre licking of his wet tongue.
It felt so delicious that she never wanted it to stop. She groaned and sighed and twitched and heaved her feverish body. It felt so wonderful and so wicked. Her whole being was concentrated on his licking tongue as it lashed over her behind and pussy. His tongue slithered in and out, dragged up and down, making her bite her lips hard with her teeth in passionate response.
She was wildly reveling in the lewd licking of her uncle's tongue. Her privates were drenched by his licking. She loved it.
"Agggg, ohhhhhh God..." Dianne cried in passionate anguish.
"God," Tara whispered, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched her uncle licking her sister's buttocks' crevice and cunt slit hotly.
And then, as quickly as his tongue had begun its licking, it withdrew.
"What? Don't stop," Dianne begged.
Ben fitted himself over the trembling girl again. Her quivering rear felt the renewed pressure of his cock-head pressing into her buttock's crevice. He was about to impale her on his huge cock. His fingers dug into her steaming flesh.
"Wanna put it in, Tara," Ben leered at the young girl.
"Yes, yes," she said with excitement.
"Fuck me," Dianne begged.
Dianne felt movement behind her, felt his balls slap against her thighs as he moved forward. Tara closed her fingers tightly around his long, hard, thick prick. She directed it straight at her older sister's spread buttock cheeks, straight at the anus, puckered and cringing involuntarily. She pushed it in.
"Ohhhhh," Dianne moaned.
She felt the hard, blunt head of his cock pressing hard against her anus. Tears rolled down her cheeks. It hurt terribly.
"You'll kill me," she cried. "It's too big. It'll rip me open. Ohhhhhhh!"
Ben, with the help of Tara, shoved his cock at Dianne's ass-hole. Slowly, he pushed his cock at the tight hole. The tight ring fought against the intruder. Dianne screamed as she felt his cock moving in, bit by bit, stretching her entrance open. She was so tender back there. She felt as if she were being ripped asunder. And then, with a forceful push of his hips, his cock slammed home.
The tender lips of her anus stretched wide open and his hard cock drove into her hot passageway. She was now impaled from the rear. The pain was flaming. He forced his prick in with brutal power.
"You're killing me," Dianne cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She was on fire in the anus. His great thick cock penetrated like a drill. It tunneled in deeper and deeper. She cringed her buttocks, trying to escape. But there was no escape. She was impaled. And then, with a ferocious thrust he drove his cock up, all the way up into her hot tunnel, all the way up to the hilt, his balls slapping against the back of her thighs.
"God," Dianne cried.
It felt as if the cock were going to penetrate her belly from behind. It hurt and it felt weird. Her rear tunnel was burning from the strange penetration, from the huge instrument that was driving into her.
She was in a daze. She was in pain. Ben paid no heed to her screams. He rocked with slow rhythm over her violated behind, his cock slithering slowly in and out. And then a change slowly came over Dianne. As he ravished her ass-hole, rocking his cock in and out slowly, she began to feel strange, unfamiliar thrills growing within her. It began to grip her body. She began to slowly rotate and undulate her ass with slow lascivious fury, in little circles, in rhythm with the huge cock that had her impaled from behind.
"God, good God, God, God," she moaned. "Oh, heavens. It's wonderful now. I like it. I love it. Go, go, go. Fuck me in the ass. I love love love it!"
Tara watched the change come over her sister with amazement. One moment Dianne had been crying with pain, and the next she was crying out in deep pleasure.
Ben fucked his cock in and out slowly, with long lunges that drove his cock in to its hilt. Then he'd withdraw, nearly taking it out. She was impaled and was skewering with lust as his cock shoved in and out of her ass-hole. She was helpless in her lust. She wanted it harder and faster now.
He took her with growing sadistic fury, making her sob and moan. She was a quivering, tortured thing, on all-fours beneath him, like a bitch-in-heat being fucked by a ravenous dog. She loved it now, just as much as he did.
He gripped the shimmering moons of her ass tightly. He pulled them wide apart so that he could see his cock jamming in and out of her glistening hole. He sank it in deep, plunging his prick all the way in. She sobbed and heaved her ass back, wanting it, wanting it desperately now. She was a virgin back there. He had raped her buttocks' virginity. Her hot channel squeezed and clasped his dipping cock like a strong, pressuring thing. The enveloping tight softness made his prick tingle. It was firmly encased in the hot tunnel.
Dianne's thighs were spread wide apart as he fucked her ass. Her tits danced. Her nipples were hard. Her eyes were closed tightly and she groaned constantly, lewdly, cursing at him, urging him on.
"Screw my ass, you hairy old bastard," Dianne cried crazily. "Fuck me blind. Rip me. Stick me. I love it."
Tara watched with hot eyes. Her face was nearly touching Ben's driving, steaming cock, as it slid in and out of her older sister's buttocks. She was panting heavily with excitement, and her warm breath fanned over Ben's cock and her sister's revolving ass.
Dianne ground her buttocks back against the raping cock. She loved the delightful feel of his belly slamming against her back, the slap of his balls against the back of her straining thighs. Her pussy was dripping. The wiry hair at the base of his cock brushed again and again against the sensitive crease of her ass, thrilling her, making her revolve her ass faster and faster.
She loved the great hardness shoving in and out from the rear. She loved the way it embedded itself inside. It was screwing her where she had never before been violated, and she loved it. Her cunt was steaming and dripping juice. She was his in complete surrender as he used her violently. She loved the obscene pleasure that her uncle was giving her. She wanted this fucking to go on forever. It was different, wild. She was impaled and helpless on his thick cock.
She kneeled beneath him and rolled her ass around as his stabbing cock moved with greater speed. She matched him stroke for stroke, groaning, panting. She clenched her buttocks tightly-together, gripping firmly the vile prick that was using her ass-hole. She pumped her ass faster and faster. She felt his weight over her back, nearly driving her down into the carpet. But she held him, took all he had to offer, and begged for more before her younger sister's wild eyes.
His fiery pole took her and she twitched and tossed uncontrollably, with total abandon. It was delicious. She loved the delicious sinking and withdrawing of his hard cock. Her face was a contorted mask of passion as she sobbed and cried and cursed and begged for more and more.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, God!" she gasped.
Her violated anus squeezed tightly around his rigid cock. She could feel every inch of its drilling hardness as it moved in and out with speed. She screwed her buttocks in tight circles, moving beneath him. His balls rubbed now against her dripping vagina. The sensitive ring of her anus throbbed as shivers of delight surged through her, shattering her nerves.
"Ohhhh, do it, darling," Dianne moaned. "Fuck me hard, harder. Give me all you've got!"
"Give it to her!" Tara cried as she watched.
Ben grunted over her heaving ass, unable to speak, straining. They were both now fast approaching their final orgasm. They were like two dogs fucking, growling in animal lust. His cock shoved in and out, in and out, and her ass answered every thrust eagerly. Dianne was on fire. Ben was burning up. She tossed her head back and forth, crying, sobbing, cursing. He jacked his body over her. She spiraled her ass ravenously, hungry for the plunging, slippery shaft.
Her vagina oozed. Sensation tingled inside her belly. She was slick with sweat, as he was as he dog-fucked her from the rear. And then it happened.
She screamed. He shouted. Tara's eyes went wide. He spewed the first hot jet of his sperm deep into the tunnel of her ass. She felt the torrents of gushing sperm and screamed, coming herself, weirdly, as she had never come before. Jet after jet of hot liquid spurted into her. She squeezed her buttocks on his coming cock, bucking her body wildly. He came and came and came and she screamed through her prolonged climax.
And then she collapsed, her arms and legs going out from under her. Ben went down with her, his deflating cock still buried in her violated ass-hole. She had momentarily blacked out from the burning thrill of it. He was barely conscious himself.
Tara's pussy was a seeping slit of cream. She had come just watching her uncle fuck her sister in the ass. She stared hotly at them now, her sister flat on her stomach, her uncle lying on her back, his deflated and drained cock still buried between the cheeks of her ass.
"That was fantastic," Tara breathed.
"Yeah," Ben managed, panting heavily.
Dianne sighed, coming to. Ben finally got off her, his cock making a popping sound as it slid out of her violated ass-hole.
"Oh, darling," Dianne moaned.
"Great," Ben panted, as he lay back, gasping for breath.
"That was terrific," Tara said. "Fuck me in the ass next. I want to know what it feels like."
"It feels like nothing you can imagine," Dianne said, panting, with a weak smile.
"Was it better than getting fucked in the pussy?" Tara asked her sister.
"No. Not better. I don't know. Different, Yes. Weird and different. Nothing like it. It's fantastic and crazy. It hurts at first but then it gets beautiful."
"You were great," Ben told Dianne.
"Boy," Dianne breathed. "Now I'm going to look at dogs in a different light."
"What do you mean?" Tara asked.
"He fucked me like a dog would fuck me. If he can do it to me a dog can, too."
"That's sick," Ben said.
"Maybe. But I can't help thinking about it," Dianne smiled. "A dog could fuck me in the ass or the pussy. Just like you did. A Great Dane could really plug it to me. I wonder what it'd be like?"
"Yeah..." Tara mused.
"Don't think of such things," Ben said. "Letting a dog screw you is animal. It's unnatural."
"Is it natural for a girl to let her uncle screw her? No, it isn't. Maybe I'm sick, but I'm curious.
And dogs go around with their cocks exposed all the time. Not like men with their cocks hid in their pants, where you have to scheme to get at it. All a girl has to do is grab a dog's cock and then let him fuck her in the ass or the cunt. It might be fun to try. Can't hurt anything."
"Promise me you won't do it," Ben demanded.
"Okay," Dianne sighed. "I promise." But, secretly, she had no intention of keeping her promise. She wanted more and newer and wilder sensations. She meant to try everything and anything. Her uncle didn't have to know. She smiled to herself, wondering when she'd have a chance to try out a big dog.
"Uncle Ben, lover, I wanna get laid like you laid Dianne," Tara smiled wickedly.
"Okay, little girl. Give me a chance to get my breath and get some lead back in my pencil."
"You can get your breath while I'm playing with your cock, getting it ready."
"Whatever you say, baby," Ben grinned, lost in a sea of soft feminine curves, lost in lust forever with his nieces.
"Look," Tara grinned.
"Yeah, I see," Ben said.
"Your cock's getting hard again. All I had to do was tease it with my fingers. Boy, it's getting hard. In a minute you're going to fuck me like you just fucked Dianne, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," Ben said, taking a suck of air as his cock got long and stiff in her expert hand.
"You're going to shove your big cock in my ass, right."
"Right."
And he did. She got as big a charge from the violation of her virginal ass-hole as her older sister did. They were all three sinking into a cesspool of unrelieved sin.
CHAPTER NINE
Many times, during the days that followed, shame washed over Ben like waves of filthy water. He at times felt foul, and felt sick to death of himself. He felt like a self-deluded fool. But outwardly he tried to project an image that was clean and worthy. His own feeling of guilt cast an outward shadow that darkened his secret thoughts. He had betrayed his obligation. He could not dodge that burning, lurid fact.
The young girls were another story. They were happily and lustfully bound up in their seething desires. Their center of focus had been distorted by their twin affairs with their middle-aged uncle. Right was not clearly defined as right, no more than wrong was clearly wrong. Their young minds were still uncomplex. And, they were easily molded. Unfortunately, their minds and their souls were being molded by their sexual play with their uncle. He was the adult. In their minds, if it was perfectly natural with him, the adult, then it was perfectly natural with them.
It mattered not to the girls what society demanded of them. They had no conception of society or society's moral values. Dimly, very dimly, they understood, but the bright beam of their relationship with their uncle glared, blinding all else.
They were enjoying themselves. Although they understood that they were not behaving in the sensible, normal pattern established, they didn't dwell on this vague understanding. All that mattered to the girls was their intimate world, a world that was centered on their uncle. All else meant nothing to them. So, it was foreordained that they travel along the down-swaying road to more and more forbidden lust. They found no road blocks barring their journey. The trip was smooth. They hungered to experience every nuance of sex, and their uncle did not stand in their way; rather, he led the way; and, he followed at times gladly when the girls found a new direction in which to plunge, thirsting for deeper and fuller thrills.
The girls didn't waste much time talking about the sexual encounters that they had mutually with Ben. If they were both having him at the same time, it was a shared, burning experience. But, if the girls had him alone, then one sister told the other of what had transpired. The same was true when they ventured sexually outside of the intimate confines of his home. When either of the girls had a sexual experience outside of the home, alone, she hurried back to give her sister a detailed account of her experience.
This sharing of Ben's body, this venturing alone out to taste new sexual pleasures, drew the sisters closer together, closer together than they had ever been. A deep, strong bond now held them close. Age now no longer separated them. It was as if time had been ripped aside. They shamelessly retold sexual encounters to each other. It was all they thought of, all they planned for, all they dreamed of. The girls were obsessed with one thing and one thing only-sex-and for that they had to thank their uncle. He had dramatically changed the flow of their lives.
Tara listened eagerly as Dianne told her about her new experience outside of the house.
"It was really groovy, Tara," Dianne said happily-
"Tell me about it," Tara demanded eagerly of her older sister.
"Oh, it was a gas. The whole thing happened as an impulse. I was wandering downtown. I was on my way home. I was coming home because it was getting so cloudy, and I thought it was going to rain."
"Yes, yes?"
"Well, I was crossing the street by the Strand Theatre. They had one of those foreign pictures playing, 'Double Trouble,' was the English title of the movie. It was made in Sweden. Out of curiosity I looked at the pictures out front and read what the movie was about."
"What is it about?"
"It was about a couple of sisters who lived on a farm with their step-father and uncle. I don't know, it kinda reminded me of me and you living with Uncle Ben," Dianne smiled.
"Crazy. Was the movie any good?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know? You went in to see the picture, didn't you?" Tara asked.
"Sure I went in, on an impulse."
"But if you went in, how come you don't know if the picture's any good, Dianne?" Tara asked, puzzled.
"Oh," she grinned, "other things interested me."
"What other things?"
"Men."
"Men?"
"Yup. Men."
"Tell me! Tell me about what happened," Tara said with excitement
"There were hardly any girls or women watching the movie. Almost all men. And, the place wasn't crowded, only about one-third full at the most."
"Well, what happened?"
"I went in and sat down. Found a seat by myself near the back. There was nobody sitting behind me, and nobody in front of me for a couple of rows. I was minding my own business, watching the picture, not a thought in my head, just kinda killing time and curious about what the picture was about. It was a black-and-white movie," she said, her statement meaning nothing to the excited, impatient, Tara.
"Will you stop beating around the bush?" Tara said, exasperated by the way in which her older sister was delaying the telling of the story.
"Oh, hold your horses."
"How can I? You've got me curious."
"Well," Dianne said, continuing her story, "as I said, I was minding my own business, watching the movie. And then this guy came in."
"What guy?"
"Some geek. He was a tall, skinny guy with a bald head and a long nose. He must have been as old as Uncle Ben."
"Well, what about him?"
"He came in and walked up the aisle, a couple of rows past where I was sitting, toward the middle. He started to go into a row and then he looked back and saw me sitting there all alone with nobody around me."
"Yes? What then? And how did you notice him?"
"I don't know, I just did. Next thing I knew he came back and moved into the row I was sitting in. He sat down in the seat right next to me. That made me think."
"It did?"
"You bet it did. With all the seats, why should he pick to sit down right next to me, huh? You know why."
"He saw you. You were pretty and alone. He was a middle-aged guy . "
"Yes."
"Well, he must have a thing for young girls, then."
"Exactly what I thought, Tara. He was obviously looking for some action. Why else would he sit down next to me?"
"No other reason," Tara giggled. "What happened? What did you do, Dianne?"
"I just sat there and waited for him to make his move. He sat in his seat, shifting around nervously, for maybe five minutes, working up his courage, I guess," Dianne laughed. "Then he just put his hand on my knee."
"Just like that?"
"Yup. Just like that. He just reached over and put his hand on my knee. He didn't even look at me. He had his eyes glued to the screen, as if he didn't know what his hand was doing."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing. I just left his hand there, waiting to see what he'd do next. I think he was scared and nervous. His hand was warm and moist and trembling."
"So the two of you just sat there, his hand on your knee, the two of you with your eyes glued on the screen? How long did that funny game go on?"
"Only about a minute. Then he leaned in toward me and whispered that I was very pretty. I smiled at him and said, thank you. Isn't that a riot?" Dianne laughed.
"It sure is," Tara laughed. "Then what happened?"
"He shifted his position, taking his hand off my knee."
"Why did he do that?"
"Simple. He took the hand he had on my knee and put it around my shoulders. He took his other hand and put it on my knee-well not exactly my knee-a little bit high, just above my knee."
"What did you do?"
"Oh, I sighed and cuddled close to him, resting my head on his shoulder," Dianne giggled. "That really surprised him. I heard him kinda gasp."
"And then what?"
"Well, then I decided to have some fun. I bit him on his ear lobe, and he nearly jumped out of his skin," Dianne grinned. "Then I whispered in his ear."
"What did you whisper?"
"I whispered that if he wanted to neck and feel me up, I was in the mood," Dianne laughed.
"Terrific," Tara laughed musically. "How did he react to that?"
"I thought he was going to faint. But he didn't. We started to neck. At first his big nose got in the way. But he was a good kisser. Boy, did he have a long tongue. He tickled my tonsils with it. Ummm, I'd like to feel his tongue in my pussy."
"Did you?"
"No such luck. But we had fun anyway."
"What happened?"
"He gave me a terrific feel-job while we were . necking. When he found out I wasn't wearing a bra, he went wild. Got his hand up under my sweater and felt me up something terrific. It was yummy."
"He really knew what to do?"
"He sure did. He was ugly as sin, but he kissed great and his hands on my tits were delicious. Ummm, what a wonderful feeling up he gave me. And all the while his hand was moving up my legs. Went up over my stocking tops and began to tease my pussy through my panties."
"What happened?"
"He got his hand under my panties and fingered the hell out of my twat. Christ, he was an expert. I came in nothing flat, creaming all over his finger and hand. It was soooo good I nearly screamed out loud with pleasure, and all the while he was fingering me he was feeling me up and kissing me something fierce. While he was fingering me I got his fly open and took his cock out."
"You did?"
"I sure did," Dianne laughed. "When I got my hand on his pecker he nearly stopped everything he was doing to me. I began to jerk him off while he was finger-fucking my pussy, but I had to stop."
"Why?"
"Because. Because when I jerked his cock he stopped fingering me. I didn't want that to happen. So I just sat there, his finger playing with my pussy, his hand feeling up my tits, him kissing me dizzy, and held his hard-on in my hand. I just held it hard, that's all, didn't move my hand."
"Did he have a big cock?"
"About average. It wasn't too thick. It was kinda long and skinny, if you know what I mean. But it felt mighty nice in my hand, all hard and warm and throbbing. After I came I had to show him my appreciation. So I took care of him."
"How did you take care of him, Dianne ? "
"Well, the poor guy was groaning. If I didn't do something for him he'd end up with blue balls. I couldn't let that happen. So, I yanked his pants and shorts part-way down and began to give him the business."
"How, how?"
"I got down on my knees, pushed his legs apart, and gave him a blow-job."
"You sucked him off right there in the movie house?" Tara blinked at her sister.
"I sure did. He was a nice mouthful. His cock was just right. Not too fat. It was an easy mouthful. I sucked him dry, really sucked him dry when he came."
"Gee, you really have nerve," Tara said with admiration.
"It did take nerve. But we didn't get caught. After I sucked his cock dry, he was blubbering like a little boy. He seemed to go crazy. I swear, no more than two minutes after I finished blowing him, he dragged up his pants and ran out of the theatre."
"Weird, that's really strange."
"It sure is. I couldn't figure it out. And, sucking his cock got me all hot and bothered again. I sat there after he ran out, steaming and hot."
"And then you left the movie and came home ? "
"Nope."
"You didn't? You mean you stayed there?"
"Yes, I did. You see, what I didn't know was that two guys had sat down two rows behind us after we started necking and all. We were so involved with each other we didn't even notice it when the two men came in. Well, about a minute after the guy ran out, these two guys moved in on me."
"Gee. What happened? Did they hurt you or anything ? "
"Naw," Dianne laughed. "The two guys came into the row I was sitting in from different directions. One came in from the right, the other from the left. They sat down next to me, one guy in the seat on my right, the other guy in the seat to my left. They didn't waste any time, either."
"What do you mean, Dianne?"
"They told me that they saw what I was doing with the guy that had run out. They wanted some of the same. I was so hot and bothered, I couldn't resist them. They had me cornered between them."
"What were they like ? " Tara asked.
"They were both about as old as the first guy-in their forties, I guess. Not bad looking. A lot better looking than the guy I had let finger me."
"What did they say and do?"
"The both of them started to kiss me and feel me up at the same time. It was wild. Christ, four hands feeling me up at once. It drove me wild. I got both of their flies open and played with their hard cocks. Both of their cocks were bigger than the guy's I sucked off. They pulled my sweater up and felt me up and sucked on my tits, making me go crazy. Then they both fingered me. One fingered me while the other sucked my tits. I was being kissed and felt up and fingered at the same time. They did it to me twice, taking turns. I came twice, once when each guy fingered me. They ripped my panties. One of the guys took my panties and stuffed them in his pocket. While those guys were working me over I was jerking them both off at the same time. They both came, all over the backs of the seats in front of us," Dianne laughed. "White sticky cream all over those seats."
"Boy, you really had a wild time," Tara said to her older sister with admiration and lust showing on her lovely young face.
"That isn't all that happened."
"You mean more happened?" Tara said with disbelief.
"Yes," Dianne grinned wickedly. "They both made me blow them."
"They did?" Tara said with excitement.
"Yup. I sucked them both off, the same way I did the first guy. Boy, did they blow their loads in my mouth! I thought after I jerked them off they wouldn't have much cream left in their peckers, but, boy, was I ever wrong! They both shot terrific loads in my mouth. I swallowed it all down. It was delicious!"
"I'll bet it was!" Tara said hotly.
"After we got through, the guys wanted to take me out with them. I didn't think that was a good idea. I was afraid that if I told them I wouldn't, they might get mad and hurt me or force me. You can never tell. So, I told them to wait for me while I went to the ladies room to freshen up."
"Did they wait?"
"Who knows? I never came back," Dianne laughed.
"You mean you ran out of the theatre?"
"No. Not exactly."
"What do you mean, Dianne?"
"The usher stopped me as I was going to leave."
"Oh!"
"He said he'd seen everything that had been going on. And he had. He described everything that I'd done. He'd been watching, hidden, in the back of the theatre."
"What did he do to you?"
"He said if I didn't do the same thing for him that I'd done for those three men, he'd turn me in and get me in trouble. That scared me. If he told Uncle Ben it would be awful. I had no choice. I told him I'd do whatever he wanted me to do."
"What did you do?"
"He took me up to the balcony. The balcony was closed and roped off. We were alone up there. He made me strip naked and then he stripped naked, too. He was only about twenty and he had a terrific build and he was hung like a horse, his cock was even bigger than Uncle Ben's."
"That's impossible. Uncle Ben has the biggest cock in the world," Tara said.
"Not true. The usher's was bigger and fatter. Well, we just laid down on the carpet and he started to feel me and kiss me, driving me crazy. When he really had me hot to trot, he made me suck him off."
"You blew him, too?"
"Yep. He was the fourth guy I sucked off in the movie. I never did get to see the movie," Dianne laughed. "I nearly choked on his cock, it was so big and thick. It hurt my jaws I had to open my mouth so wide to suck on his cock. And, man, did he give my throat a bath when he came! Gee, I nearly drowned swallowing all of his come!"
"Too much," Tara laughed. "Did he let you go after you gave him a blow-job?"
"Are you kidding? like fun he let me go. And, I didn't want to go. I'd satisfied him, but I was still burning up. He ate me. He really ate me. Chewed on my hot pussy like he hadn't eaten in a year. He was fantastic. I came three times while he ate me. He didn't seem to want to stop. And then, after I came the third time, he fucked me."
"He fucked you, in the balcony, on the floor?"
"He sure did. He fucked me so hard and so good that I passed out when I came. He blew a huge load in me. His cock was so big I thought it was going to tear my poor cunt in two. But it didn't. It just felt wonderful, filling me up, shoving in and out, hard and long and thick. He was a great fuck. One of the greatest."
"And then what happened?"
"I was beat when he got through with me. I left him there in the balcony, went to the ladies room, freshened up and left the theatre. My pussy was sore. It'd been fingered so many times, and it had been eaten and fucked like crazy. I had had it."
"So you came home."
"Right. Oh, did I tell you that the usher was a nigger?"
"No! Are you kidding?"
"Nope. He was big and black as the ace of spades."
"Golly! Dianne, you fucked a nigger and sucked his black cock and let him finger you and feel you and eat you?"
"I sure did. And loved every minute of it. I gave him my phone number, and he gave me his. We're going to see a lot of each other, A girl'd be crazy to let a lay like him get away," Dianne laughed.
"Did you feel funny fucking a colored boy?"
"No. I felt great. I loved it. There was something so wild and crazy about sucking his cock. It looked so black in my white hand. And his body against mine, his so black, mine so white-crazy and groovy. He was the end. If I hadn't had him I'd say Uncle Ben is the best. But even Uncle Ben can't beat that black boy!"
"Would you mind if I took a swing at him ? "
"No. As long as you don't cramp my style. You can get together with him at the movie. Go up to him and tell him you're my sister. Then go up to the balcony with him and fuck your brains out. Share and share alike," Dianne grinned.
"I'm going to go down there tomorrow."
"Anxious, aren't you ? " Dianne teased her little sister.
"You bet I am!"
"Well, you go get him, then," Dianne laughed. "By the way, what were you doing while I was gone?"
"Oh, I was having some fun with Uncle Ben," Tara grinned.
"Is that right ? Why don't you tell me all about it?"
"I'm dying to, Dianne. I have a marvelously wild time with him. Did something I've never done before, and boy, did it ever work!"
"Tell me-don't tease me like I teased you, Tara."
"Oh, I'll tell it my way," Tara said with a grin. "I got the idea from one of his books."
"What books ? "
"You know-those books I showed you. The dirty books."
"Oh, those. What idea did you get from the book that you used on him?"
"Well, you remember that story where the girl was spanking her father?"
"You didn't!" Dianne said with surprise.
"I sure did," Tara laughed.
"I don't believe you. He wouldn't let you do that to him. No. He never would."
"He did. I'm telling the truth."
"Well, tell me how it happened," Dianne said, still not believing her sister.
"Uncle Ben'd been out drinking with one of his clients. He was pretty high and feeling no pain when he came home. When he came in he was laughing and full of juice. He pinched me and grabbed me and hugged me and kissed me, and began chasing me around."
"You mean you ran away?"
"Sure. It was like a game. It was fun. He wanted to get laid. Of course, I was agreeable, I always am," Tara laughed.
"So?"
"So we went up to his bedroom and he began to make a long speech about how different things had been for him when he was our age. He told me that his father used to whip him with a strap when he was bad. When he said that, something went click in my mind-I remembered those pictures in the book of the girl spanking her father."
"So you just gave him a spanking?" Dianne said sarcastically.
"Oh, don't be that way. Let me tell you how it happened. As I said, he was tipsy and feeling playful. I was feeling playful, too. And when I remembered that book, I got the idea."
"How did you pull it off, Tara?"
"It was really easy. He was high, and about ready to go along with most anything. Well, when he told me that story about his father spanking him with a belt, I got the idea. I began playing a game with him, and he played right along. I began to make believe that I was his father."
"You've got to be kidding," Dianne laughed. "You playing his mother is silly enough, but playing his father is a joke."
"That's why it worked, I think. I began to lecture him in as deep a voice as I could. It sounded funny, and he laughed. We both laughed, and the game was started. I began strutting around the room, giving him orders, making believe I was his father."
"And what did he do?"
"He laughed and played along, saying, yes daddy, I'll be a good boy, daddy, and like that."
"It's simply unbelievable, Tara," Dianne said.
"When I think about it now, I realize how unbelievable it is. But when it was happening, it didn't seem that way. It was just a game."
"You mean he acted out the part of the son, and you the part of the harsh father?"
"That's exactly right," Tara laughed.
"Oh, Tara, that's rich," Dianne laughed. "By the way, where is Uncle Ben now ? "
"Sound asleep, sleeping off the whacking I gave his behind, plus his drunk, plus the way I wore him out," Tara grinned.
"Well, tell me all about it. I want all the details." Dianne said eagerly.
"Well, finally, I told him that he was being a bad, bad boy. He began to whimper and beg me to forgive him. But I'd have none of that. I told him to take off his pants, get himself bare ass."
"And did he?"
"After a lot of protesting on his part and shouting in a deep voice on my part, he bared his ass to me."
"Honest to God?"
"Honest to God."
"Wild, that's really wild, Tara. Oh, I wish I was here to watch."
"You'll get plenty of chances."
"I will?"
"Sure. I made him lay over my lap, his bare bottom upturned and white and vulnerable. I had taken his strap from his pants."
"You didn't use the strap on him, did you ? "
"I sure did."
"Unbelievable. I thought you'd paddle him with your hand."
"Well, he did talk about how his father spanked him with a belt. So, I simply played out the part of his father, that's all."
"And he let you do it to him?"
"I told you he lay over my lap, bare ass. I was sitting on the chair in his bedroom. He whimpered as he lay there, begging me not to spank him. And then, whack!"
"Whack?"
"Yes, whack. I brought that leather belt right down, hard, over his naked behind. He screamed and twisted on my lap, but I held him there."
"He tried to get up?"
"Yes. But he didn't really try too hard," Tara laughed. "If he really wanted to get up, he could have. He's bigger and stronger than I am. I couldn't have stopped him."
"So he just let it happen then? He cooperated?"
"That's right, Dianne. He lay there, bare ass, over my lap, kicking and shouting, but not really trying to get away."
"You know, Tara, that's kinda weird," Dianne said softly.
"Yeah, I know. But it was fun, too. Well, I gave him a hard whack with the belt on his bare ass. It left a red welt. You should have seen it."
"I wish I had!"
"It really was a dark red welt. For a minute it scared me. I was afraid I'd really hurt him. And I had to be careful not hit him in the balls with the belt."
"Girls are a lot easier to spank that way," Dianne laughed.
"Isn't that the truth? We have no balls, but sometimes I think girls have more balls than boys, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean. And I agree with you. But go on with your story."
"After I realized that I hadn't really hurt him, I began to give him a real good spanking. I got excited doing it. Really excited."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know how to explain it, Dianne. All I know is I got a big charge out of spanking him. A sexual charge, you see. I got hot and bothered as I pounded his behind with the belt. Boy, did I lay the leather to him."
"I'll bet you did," Dianne laughed. "At heart you're a mean little bitch."
"How can you say that?" Tara said with a mock pout. "Well, anyway, he was squirming around like crazy on my lap as I spanked him. My arm was flailing up and down in tempo, and the belt beat a tattoo over his behind. Angry red welts began to crisscross his poor behind. He tried to cringe his aching behind away from the strap I was using on him, but I wouldn't let him get away. I was having myself a big time. Oh, you should have seen his ass. All of it was welted and so red. It was flaming and he was kinda sobbing after a while, giving himself up to the thrashing I was giving his behind. I think he got to enjoy it-in fact, I know he did."
"How do you know that ? "
"Well, at first, when I started to give him a licking, he shouted and screamed and tried to hop off my lap, bue after a few minutes of getting spanked by me, he began to moan and groan and make noises. The noises sounded like he was enjoying his pain and humiliation."
"That's probably true. He must have enjoyed it in a perverted way, Tara."
"There's no doubt in my mind. My arm got tired after a while. And I was hot to trot, strangely. And, wonder of wonders. Guess what my spanking Uncle Ben did to him?"
"What did it do to him?"
"It gave him a hard-on," Tara giggled.
"It gave him a hard-on? Are you kidding?"
"No. The harder and longer I spanked him, the harder and longer his prick got. It was rubbing against my thighs as he squirmed on my lap as I spanked him. Yes, the harder and longer I spanked him the more hard-up he got. Weird, huh? And I got hard-up, too."
"What did you do?"
"Well, finally, my arm got so tired I just couldn't spank him anymore. I dropped the belt. He crawled off my lap and lay, face down, on the bed. I took off my clothes, and got him out of his. My pussy was ready. His cock was too. I made him eat me."
"Ummm, sounds delicious. He really knows how to go down on a girl, doesn't he?"
"He sure does! He's the best. We made a sixty-nine out of it after awhile."
"You did?"
"Sure. As much as I love having my pussy eaten, I couldn't forget that big fat prick of his, so hard and ready. So, we crawled around and I got my thighs around his face and squashed my pussy down over his face, got my hot twat right over his mouth. Then he went to town, chewing and licking and sticking his tongue into my box, driving me wild."
"And you were sucking his cock at the same time?"
"I sure was. Him sucking my cunt inspired me. I think I gave him the best blow-job he's ever had-no offense intended, Dianne. I just was soooo inspired by the way he was eating my cunt. I sucked that big cock of his better than I've ever sucked it before, and I've done some pretty inspired sucking on it, as you know," Tara laughed.
"I know," Dianne grinned. "You're a born cock-sucker, same as I am."
"Well, it's better to be a cock-sucker than a cock-teaser," Tara laughed wantonly.
"You better believe it," Dianne said, joining in with her sister's wanton laughter.
"We had a real sucking party. Him sucking on my happy pussy and me sucking on his big cock. God, did he ever let loose a tremendous load in my mouth! Greatest ever! I couldn't even swallow all of his come down. He filled my mouth and throat with it and I couldn't swallow fast enough. A lot of it dribbled out of my lips and ran down my chin. Such a waste. I love to drink it all down, even though it doesn't taste like candy."
"But there's nothing that tastes quite like it once you acquire a taste for it, is there?"
"That's the truth. I guess we've both acquired a taste for it," Tara giggled.
"No doubt about it."
"Well, I came twice before he shot all his creamy come in my mouth. Lordy, I sucked on his coming cock so hard I was surprised I didn't suck his balls down into my mouth," Tara laughed.
"That's really something. So, Uncle Ben has a thing about being spanked, huh? We can really use that to have some fun."
"I was thinking the same thing. But, that's not all."
"Not all ? You mean there's more ? "
"Sure there is," Tara laughed, her young, lovely face flushed with lust as she told her story to her older sister. She pushed a strand of blonde hair back from her forehead.
"Give me all the gory details, then, Tara," Dianne insisted.
"He fucked me in the ass. It was terrific. And then I licked his balls for a long time and dragged my tongue over his ass-hole, really giving him a charge. That got him hard again really quick."
"You were tonguing him in the ass-hole ? "
"Yes. It was wild and weird. He liked it. It made him go wild. I told him I wished I had a cock so I could screw him in the ass. He told me that they make artificial cocks that a girl can strap around her waist and-"
"What? I never heard of such a thing!"
"Neither did I. But it's true."
"What did he tell you about it?"
"He was hot for the idea. He knows where he can buy an artificial cock. He says it looks and feels like the real thing. And, it always has a hard-on."
"Groovy! We can screw him in the ass with it."
"Right. And that's not all we can do," Tara said with a wicked smile.
"What do you mean, Tara?"
"Use your imagination, Dianne. There are times when you and I are hard-up and Uncle Ben's cock is used up and there are no boys or men around to satisfy us."
"Oh ... I see what you mean, I think. Yes! Why you sex-crazy bitch, you," Dianne laughed.
"You get the picture, then?" Tara smiled luridly.
"I sure do. You strap the fake cock on and fuck me. And then I strap it on and fuck you. Right?"
"Right. What do you think of the idea?"
"I think it's great. I'm just as horny as you are any day, and you know it."
"I sure do. It's gonna be fun. We can fuck Uncle Ben in the ass with it and we can fuck each other with it, too. It'll be like we're both boys and girls at the same time. Crazy and wild, huh ? "
"It sure is. When's he gonna buy the artificial cock, Tara?" Dianne asked, very excited.
"Very soon. I really nagged at him. You nag at him too, huh? The more we press him, the quicker he'll get it. And, if he tries to change his mind, we'll just cut off his water."
"I get it. We can refuse to put out for him. Terrific idea. I'd hate to deny him. I want him all the time. But, if he stalls getting the fake cock, it'll be worth doing without. Oh, I can't wait till he gets it," Dianne said with growing excitement.
"Neither can I, Dianne."
"Let's go wake him up and I'll nag him about it."
"I think he's sleeping the sleep of the dead."
"Oh, we can wake him."
"Listen. He fucked me in the pussy. Then I sucked him off-well-not in that order. Then he fucked me in the ass. I made him fuck me be-
"That must have been fun."
"It was. The hard head of his cock kept poking up with every upstroke, from in between the valley between my tits. Every time his cock showed its head I licked it or sucked it. But when he came, wow! I got most of it in the face," Tara laughed. "I got some of it in my mouth, but his cock was jerking like crazy and I got a face full of his come juice."
"That must have looked funny," Dianne laughed.
"I don't know how funny it looked, Dianne. I got some of his come in the eyes."
"Too much," Dianne laughed.
"I don't know about too much, but I got enough in my eyes to satisfy me, I'll tell you," she laughed.
"I wish I was here to watch."
"He ate me again after he fucked me between the tits. His cock was too limp, and even when I sucked on it with all my talent I couldn't get a rise out of it."
"If you couldn't get a rise out of his cock by sucking on it with those talented lips of yours, he must have really been out of gas."
"He sure was. And I think he was getting a hangover. The booze was wearing off from all the fucking and sucking, I guess. So, I made him eat me. I made him eat me for more than a half-hour."
"You didn't!"
"I did! I came six times."
"Six times. Oh, that's great, just great. You must have passed out from all of those thrills."
"Twice. I passed out twice while he had his face buried between my thighs. God, can he eat pussy. He's got to be the best. I love the way he does it. He's got the longest, most talented tongue in the whole wide world."
"You won't get an argument with me about that. He's a terrific pussy eater, our dear old Uncle Ben is," Dianne sighed.
"I could just lie back all day, my legs spread wide apart, and let him use his mouth on my twat. Gosh, I love to have him eat me. Well, anyway, after all that cunt eating, his face was smeared with my creamy pussy juice. You can just imagine how his face looked. All red and shiny and dripping with juice."
"I get jealous of your thrills just thinking about it."
"Well, I got my lips locked on his hard-on again and sucked it good. But I wanted him in me. This time he shoved my legs all the way back so that my thighs were pressed hard against my tits. I was all twisted up. Then he rammed his cock in and fucked me gloriously. I came twice before he finally dumped his load in me. It was terrific. I never did it that way before."
"It sounds like fun. I know it's fun. He's done it to me that way."
"You never told me, Dianne."
"I guess I forgot. I'm sorry."
"That's okay. Well, after that fuck, he was finished. He passed out. I had a terrible time getting us unlocked. When I finally got his cock out of my burning pussy, he was lost to the world. That's how I left him. He was sprawled out on the bed, naked, his cock covered with juice from my pussy, and his face covered with it, too. He never even moved when I kissed him goodbye. He was out like a light, Dianne."
"I think he ought to be waking up now. Your story got me all hot. I need him to service me."
"Gee, if we only had that fake cock we wouldn't have to wake him up."
"I know. All the more reason to wake him up and start to nag him about it."
"You're right, Dianne. Let's go wake Uncle Ben up."
"Okay. But I get to lay him first, okay."
"Oh, all right. Hey, I got an idea."
"What?"
"Make him lay on his back and you climb on his cock and fuck him from the top. That way I'll be able to straddle his face and get him to eat my pussy. We'll both get services the same time if you do it that way."
"Okay. I'm game. Let's go wake him up."
The girls hurried down the hall toward their uncle's room, sex and sex alone burning in their young, fevered, twisted minds.
Where will these girls end up? No one can tell. One thing is certain. Neither Dianne nor Tara will ever be able to lead healthy, normal sex lives. Their minds have been turned toward excess by their uncle. He is the cause. They are the product of his adult shamefulness. Neither girl would ever be able to become a normal, faithful wife to one man. Sex with their uncle, unrestrained, had killed that chance.
The girls were fast becoming sex maniacs, and they had only their uncle to thank. In our society, a sad future awaits these two girls as they grow into womanhood.
