It is a wonderful thing indeed when relatives get together to celebrate many happy occasions that have mutual meaning in their lives.
However, when this socialization extends to sexual activity, tragedies will ultimately result.
Such was the case with Susan, a stunning young girl, and her Uncle Frank who had suffered the emotional traumas of a most unfortunate marriage.
He substituted Susan for the long lost love, and found she reminded him so much of the girl he loved so desperately when he was a young man that he was never able to find fulfillment with.
Strangely, he seemed to lose sight of the fact Susan was a relative, for passion had blurred his better judgment.
At first, Susan got a big charge out of his adoration and constant attention. It did something for her ego. But before long she was tormented and uptight, as he was miserably possessive. She was disheartened and sad over the fact that she could not go out on dates of her own desire. For, Uncle Frank had his own ideas. He even suggested they split the scene in the states and head south of the border, where they would be lost track of down Mexico way.
Finally, a burning passion generated in a young college classmate, put the shabby relationship she and her Uncle Frank had engaged in-in its true and horrifying perspective.
Only then did she realize how terrifying he had been ever since he forced her into having a wild, sexual encounter with him that first-tragic time.
Too late, she realized what price his depraved sexual cravings could cost her, for if she'd ever understood where it would ultimately end-there would never have been a beginning.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Your Uncle Frank wants to talk to you," Susan's mother smiled.
Susan picked up the phone, "Uncle Frank," she began, "you want me to come there for a vacation?"
"I would love to have you at our summer place," Frank Larson told her.
A moment later she had finished talking to her Uncle Frank about her summer vacation and spoke to her mother.
"Oh, mom," she explained, "it's wonderful. I'm so delighted that there is no more work and I can just have a ball this summer."
"Well," her mother said, "it will probably be a relief for you to be away from all this attention you're getting. Just because you won a couple of beauty contests at school, the boys have been giving you much too much attention."
"Oh, that's not so," she said, "and anyway when I go to college it will be different."
"That's what you think, baby," she said, "I've got news for you. From all I hear those places aren't the institutions of learning they used to be."
"What do you mean?" Susan asked curiously.
"Well, dear," she said, "they are carrying on in those dorms. I mean this coed education bit is awful."
"Now, now, mom," Susan reprimanded her mother, "there is not a thing wrong in the world with a girl and a boy getting together in a dormitory."
"Well," her mother said, "I'm from the old fashioned school."
"Now look, mom," Susan said, "years ago when the boys were in the dorms alone they used to give each other hand jobs or ask us to do it with them in the car. Now, we don't have to worry about that. It was a strain in the back seat, wasn't it," she winked.
"Susan," her mother said angrily, "I'm going to tell you something. When I was a young girl we wouldn't think of doing what you girls are doing right now."
"That's not the way I heard it from dad," she laughed.
"Your father is a dirty old man," she said, "and it is true he had a few experiences before he was married to me, but I can guarantee you one thing, he hasn't had any since."
"At least not that you are aware of."
"Well, of course," she said, "that goes without saying."
Then she looked at her sternly and said, "I wish you wouldn't say anything about it."
Susan looked at her mother and laughed.
"Mom," she said, "aren't you ever going to grow up?"
"Grow up?" she said, "I think I'm pretty mature, dear. After all you're my daughter and I think I've done a pretty good job of raising you."
"Have you, mom?" Susan smiled.
"Susan," she told her frankly, "I don't want you talking to me like that. I've got a strange impression that you've done an awfully lot more than I know about."
Susan nodded.
"Well, I should hope so, mom. I wouldn't know how to pick a husband."
"Well, what is your idea of picking a husband?" her mother asked her, eager to know how she reasoned.
"Well, a person has to find out if they are well mated," Susan said softly.
"Well mated ? " Susan's mother said arching an eyebrow.
"Why, of course," she said, "how is one to know whether or not one is meant for another?"
"Knock it off," she said, "have you been shacking up with somebody?"
"I would never tell you if I had been," Susan said, "you'd make me out as a whore."
"I would not," she said abruptly, "I would simply disown you."'
"Well, that's about what I figured," Susan said.
"You bug me baby," her mother replied.
"Alright," Susan said, "I'm sorry, but, mom, I don't care for the way you think about it either."
"No," she said, "of course you don't. You want your own way. You are a very willful spoiled girl and somebody has got to tell you."
"Oh, yes," she said, "and you're just the one. Look mom, I'm really getting burned up thinking of your attitude."
"Well, don't worry about my attitude, baby," she said, "worry about your own. I make your father happy and don't think I don't."
"Well, as long as you do, mom," Susan excused herself.
That was all she had to say and her mother was up in arms. Later that night, her father spoke with her.
"Well, daddy, mother is so narrow minded."
"Well, dear, she is from the old school," her father explained.
"Old school, my ass, she's a puritan."
"Well, she is uptight sometimes," her father admitted.
"I'm looking forward to going to Uncle Frank's this summer," she said, "I know we'll have fun. He is rich and has that beautiful lake cottage."
"Susan," he said, "I'm worried about you."
"You are?" she asked, "I hope not for the same reasons mom is."
"No," he said, "for some completely different reasons. It's your sense of values."
"And what the hell is wrong with my sense of values?"
"You seem to want things more than you should."
"Well, what fun is life if you can't have a few things?"
"Yes," he nodded, "it is important to have things. But it is far more important to have a little character."
"Character?" Susan told him, "how do you define it?" .
"Oh, I know what you're going to do now," he said, "you're going to play ring around the semantics."
"Yes," Susan laughed, "and you can go around in circles, can't you?"
"Playing word games," he said, "you can. But, baby, a woman who goes out after men for what she can get out of them is a gold digger. And gold diggers aren't happy."
"But they are rich, aren't they?" she grinned.
"We don't have an awful lot of money, honey," her father said, "and I haven't lived that way. I've tried to make you happy. Happiness has always come first with me."
"You're right, daddy," she said, "sometimes I get carried away with the big dudes and their big cars."
"And you know why they have those shiny new cars don't you, dear?" he smiled.
"Well, because they like them."
"Because they like what goes with them, baby," he explained.
"You mean sex?" she said.
"Right on," he smiled, "because girls like you who value material things so much are ready to put out"
"Why daddy," she laughed, "you really are too much."
"I hit the nail on the head, didn't I, honey?" he smiled.
"Well, yes," she said, "I guess you did, daddy."
"Sure, I did, honey, and you can't blame me for wanting to protect what is mine. You mean everything to me doll. I've loved you ever since I saw you the first time."
"Was I a good baby?" she smiled at her father.
"Well, you were good but we spoiled you."
"Why did you do that?" she asked seriously.
"Because you were such a beautiful baby," he explained, "and it was hard not to spoil you. You had those big blue eyes and that lovely silk blonde hair. You really turned men on."
"As a little girl?" she giggled.
"I don't mean that way," he said, "I mean you turned them on with your personality and charm. You were a knockout."
"Daddy," she smiled, "I want to ask you something."
"Yes, love," he told her, "what."
"Do you ever get turned on with my body."
"That's a silly question," he said, "a father doesn't turn on with a daughter."
"You'd be surprised," she said, "my girl friend, Mary Lou, told me that her father went wild about her one night when his-well, let's not discuss it."
"I forbid you to see that girl again," he said grimly. "That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard."
"She had sex with him," she giggled.
"Yeah," he said, "apparently she did, but it didn't do her any good and it doesn't do you any good to talk about it."
"I can see the humor in it," she said.
He looked sternly at her and announced, "You have a perverted sense of humor."
She didn't pay any more attention to him for her mind was on the trip she was going to make soon to Valley Lake.
She could never forget the moment she stepped off the plane at the Valley Lake airport. It was a beautiful setting of a crystal clear lake nestled among towering mountains. Then she saw her Uncle Frank waiting for her. She rushed over to him and hugged him.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she smiled, "it's so beautiful here."
"You like it, dear?" he said, noticing that she had grown up considerably. "Oh, I do, I do," she smiled. "It's gorgeous."
"Just like you, baby doll," he said. "Uncle
Frank has often thought of you."
"Well, all those nice gifts you've given me, I guess you have given me a little thought."
"Well, I was always so proud of you, dear," he said, "and all the things you've achieved."
She looked at him and laughed.
"Well, I guess the most I've really achieved," she said, "is winning all those beauty pageants at school. I should pay more attention to school work."
"Don't you worry about school work," he told her, "beauty will get you places. It will get you the richest boyfriend."
"You talk my language, Uncle Frank," she said. "I can hardly wait to see your beautiful cottage."
Susan didn't have long to wait for they drove quickly to the beautiful lake cottage. As she saw the white pillars fronting the porch, she exclaimed, "What a gorgeous place. It's like something out of another age."
"It's over a hundred years old," he said, "it's from when Valley Lake was just beginning."
"Oh, it's wonderful and you are so fortunate to have it."
"Well, I earned it, baby," he said. "It only goes to show what hard work can do."
"I'm going to work real hard too," she said, "so I can have things."
"The best way for you to have things, honey," he said, "is this, Keep the body beautiful and find a good young man who will make a lot of money."
"Well," she looked at him and smiled, "Uncle Frank, darling, what is really good to keep the body in trim is a swim."
"That rhymes, honey," he said, "go ahead and take a dip."
She went up to her room and slipped into one of her many swimsuits. This one was a red number that really went with her. It was form-fitting and left nothing to the imagination. Being a two-piece bikini, he could have a good look at her. Then he could assess whether or not she would make the grade.
Coming down the stairs, she smiled at her Uncle Frank.
"Uncle Frank, honey," she smiled, "do you think I'll make it?"
"Baby," he told her, "if you don't make it, nobody can."
She laughed now as she thought about it. Then, he said, "Let's go swimming together."
She glanced down at his bulging swimsuit and she thought to herself that either her Uncle Frank had a very hard cock all the time or he was turning on with her. In either event his penis puzzled her.
"Let's go, baby," he said, "it's a wonderful day to go swimming."
They hurried out to the dock and she jumped off and went into the water. As she plunged into the water its coolness refreshed her. She swam out a little ways and turned back. Uncle Frank was following.
"Come on out here," she called to her Uncle Frank.
He went out to her and soon they were swimming neck and neck. He glanced at her and smiled.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much."
"Why, Uncle Frank," she said, "you're making it sound almost indecent."
"Honey," he smiled, "what's nice about my spot over here on the lake is that we are completely private. We could go here in the buff if we wanted to."
"Oh, you're tempting me," she said, "but that wouldn't be right." He laughed.
"Why wouldn't it be right?" he asked her. "It just wouldn't."
"You mean it would be wrong for me to look at you and you to look at me?" he grinned.
"Why you dirty old man," she said, "I know what you want. You want to take a peek at me."
"I sure do, baby," he smiled, "you look so gorgeous in that red bikini that I could just imagine what you look like all over."
"Oh, I suppose it wouldn't hurt anything," she said, "but you must never tell dad or mom. They would have a fit."
"You don't have to worry about me, honey," he said, "I'm not about to tell them. I know how narrow-minded they are."
"Isn't that the truth," she said, "it really gets disgusting at times."
She was learning that her Uncle Frank was indeed a different man."
"Let's go into shore," he said, "and take our suits off."
Together they swam for shore. Then she began slipping out of her bikini. She was surprised at herself but not too much. She always loved to parade around in the nude. Her mother had a fit and said she shouldn't do that in front of her father. But he never seemed to notice.
She was sliding out of the bottom of the bikini and pulling off the top. When Uncle Frank got a look at her breasts he really was shocked.
"You're about the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen," he said.
"Is that right?" she said, "tell me."
"It is the truth," he said sliding out of his shorts.
As she looked at him she marveled. He was very well hung. She had seen a couple of men before but at a distance. Now she had a chance to look at him closely.
"Baby," she said, "what a body you've got. And you are well hung."
"Well, where did you learn a bad word like that?" he smiled.
"Oh, one of my girlfriends," she said. "They are always talking about getting guys who are well hung. Isn't that silly?"
"Not as silly as you might think, dear," he said, "being well hung can make a lot of difference."
There wasn't a shadow of a doubt that they would do well.
"You know," he smiled, "I would just like to touch you."
"Oh, mustn't touch," she said, "I might bruise."
"Baby," he said, "I wouldn't bruise a thing with my tongue."
"Uncle Frank," she said, "you're suggesting something."
"I really am, baby," he said, "I want to suggest something real bad."
It was obvious to her how turned on he was and she couldn't turn him off very easily.
"Well," she said, "I suppose that if we got in the water and you wanted to feel me in the water it wouldn't be so bad. No one could see us."
"No one could see us here in this secluded cove," he assured her.
"I prefer the water," she said nervously now.
It bothered Susan a lot because she had no idea what her Uncle Frank expected of her. Then once they were in the water and he began massaging her breasts playfully, she got a pretty good idea of what he expected.
"Oh, what are you doing down there," she stammered. She felt his giant-sized penis jamming into her. It made strange sounds in the water, as the suction of his cock sliding in her vagina continued.
"Oh, give it to me, baby," he told her. "Oh, yes that's what I want."
The passion that was building in her now was incredible. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, yes, Uncle Frank," she panted, "I want it. I want it bad."
Now the pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way!"
She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, do me," she begged, "do me!"
The pleasure was building every minute and she was going out of her mind with happiness.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's wonderful."
The super feelings that surfaced now were bringing them together in the water. Her slippery breasts pressed against his chest. He loved it. He wrapped his arms around her, reaching down to grip her ass-cheeks. She loved the feel of his hands on her in the water.
"This is what they call 'water fucking', " Uncle Frank said.
"It feels good," she said.
Then as some red surfaced in the water, he was aware that he was fucking a virgin.
"I broke it baby," he said, "I thought it was awfully tight."
"Well, you've got such a tremendous hard-on," she said, "you could break anything open."
"Oh, thank you, honey," he said, "now grab my ass and I'll grab yours. Let's go to town."
Uncle Frank was giving her a fucking that she never thought she would get in her life time. Wild, hard cock stabs.
"Oh, it feels so good," she panted, "I like it."
She did like it. She could hardly get enough of it.
"Faster, faster," he panted, "grab it faster in your ptissy. That's it."
She grabbed it tighter in her pussy. Massaging it she became all the more excited.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she gasped, "you don't know what you're doing to me!"
"I have a pretty good idea," he said, "they call it fucking!"
"Oh, fuck me," she panted, "fuck me. Fuck me!"
She was going out of her mind with pleasure and delight at this point.
"Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me," she gasped.
"That is too much, baby."
Now she was ready to come and so was he.
"I'm cuming, baby," he gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming."
As the hot cum gushed into her, she twisted her tail around.
"Oh, yes-, " he panted, "that's the way your daddy-likes it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby. Keep doing it!"
He came off and as she felt the hot steady stream of cum pouring into her she panted, "Oh, Uncle Frank, I love you!"
That's what he wanted to hear. It was a beautiful sound.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "you're beautiful!"
He didn't finish panting until he quit pushing his penis into her. Slowly he withdrew.
She smiled at him.
"Uncle Frank, you were the first"
"Let's keep that Uncle Frank's secret," he smiled at her.
"Forever," she smiled, "no one will ever know."
"You're too much," he told her, "you really are."
As she looked at him and saw a little, of the cum surface on the water, she smiled.
"You've got a pretty powerful penis, haven't you?" she smiled.
"I guess I have," he nodded.
He looked at her and laughed.
"Could you tell me why you turn me on so much?" he chuckled.
"No, I can't," she said, "but could you tell me why you turn me on?"
As they walked across the beach in the buff, she tried to explain to him how much she cared.
"I've always cared about you since I was a little girl."
"But you're not a little girl now," he smiled, "you're 18 and with a body development like you've got, you could write your own ticket."
"I don't want to write my own ticket," she said, "I just want one thing. I want love."
"Do I give you any?" he smiled.
"Yes," she said, "you've given me more love than I've ever gotten from anybody."
"I'm glad," he said.
Yet there was a sadness in his voice as he talked to her.
"Why are you so sad, if you're so happy?" she asked not understanding his change of mood.
"Well, I'm sad, baby, because someday you won't feel this way."
"I'll always feel this way," she insisted.
"Oh, no you won't," he assured her, "someday you are going to say I took advantage of you."
"You didn't take advantage of me," she insisted.
"I don't think I did either," he admitted, "but it's the way people look at things. You see, for one thing we are related. I'm your uncle." .
"I don't think it makes any difference if we are related," she insisted.
"I wish other people felt that way," he said, "but it isn't easy to get people to feel like that. They have their own ideas of right and wrong." . "Well, I do too," she said, "I think if s wrong for anyone to object to someone as wonderful as you making love to me."
Now they had an eyeball to eyeball confrontation. As he looked at her eyes, he realized how sincere she was.
"You know I mean it, don't you?" she said.
"Of course I do," he said, "you're a very honest, sweet girl."
It was becoming clearer to him by the minute that she loved him as much as he loved her.
"I'm awfully lucky," he said, "to have someone like you."
"I feel the same way," she assured him.
There was no doubt about it they cared much for each other.
"I can show you some wonderful things about sex," he, said, "some things that could make your husband a very happy man."
"I'll bet you'd be a good teacher," she said.
"I know I would be," he assured her.
At this point, she glanced down at his rigid penis. She saw how hard it was. She stammered as she searched for words to express how much she wanted to reach out and touch him.
"If you want to play with me, go ahead, honey," he smiled. "Let's lie down here in the sand. I like to do everything out in the open."
"I can tell you dig that," she smiled.
Lying there naked on the beach, they got to talking.
"Why is it that I dig you so much?" he asked frankly.
"I have no idea," she said, "I never thought I was that attractive."
"You would be surprised at how attractive you are to me," he assured her.
Moment by moment he was falling for her more and more. He was delighted and excited that he could be with her and she was delighted that he found her this appealing.
As she stroked on his penis, he suggested something.
"Why don't we just lie here, baby," he said, "and let the water wet our toes. Then I can teach you how to go down on me."
As she crouched at his crotch, she asked him what he meant by that.
"Well, it's very simple," he said, "the trick is to bend over and slip your mouth over the head of the shaft. Then you use your tongue to whip around the head."
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "I could never put my mouth on such a thing."
"Well, why not, baby?" he said, "the lake water cleaned it bff."
"Well, that's true," she agreed. Then she got bold and got down there. She gripped his tool tightly in her hand and slowly, bending over, let her tongue sweep over the velvety crown of it. Suddenly, she pulled back.
"What's wrong, honey?" he said quietly.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, "I don't know. It's just that I'm not used to it."
"Don't worry," he said, "every woman has to be trained. Now you just relax and I'll guide you."
She looked up into his eyes and with utter sincerity exclaimed, "You don't know how grateful to you I am. Maybe, if I didn't have you to teach me, I would never learn some of the important things about love."
"True," he told her, "so true."
"How can I ever thank you?"
"Very simply," he said, "just slip your mouth down over that dick and lick."
She bent over farther now and quickly began licking. He loved the darting movements of her tongue.
"Oh, keep that up, darling. You're learning fast."
She was too, because she was trying. "Oh, ah, yes, yes."
He was panting now. Her blonde head bobbing up and down got to him. He reached out and gripped her.
"Oh, honey," he said, "Let me guide you over it."
He guided her over it alright and she loved it. Then he rammed her farther down and she felt the head of his shaft touch the back of her throat. To her surprise, she loved the feeling of it massaging the back of her throat.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "now we're doing it!"
Opening her eyes, she looked at his curly pubic hair. He was a handsome man. Then she bit lightly around the head.
"That feels great," he said, "you've got a natural lovemaking."
She was proud of that too.
"Oh, honey," he said, "that's what I love. Do it!"
The passion that was surging through her now was getting her so excited that she was shaking.
"Oh, eat it," he panted, "eat it!"
When Uncle Frank said that, Susan slid her mouth off it. She looked up in amazement.
"You expect me to eat that stuff?" she demanded.
"Of course, I do," he said, "why do you think my cock is on fire?"
"Because," she said, "because you expect me to eat that!"
He nodded and smiled.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "I don't know if I want it or not."
He was getting more excited every minute thinking of doing it to her.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "do it baby, do it!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The hot tool was thrusting away.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's beautiful."
Then the explosion forced her to wonder how she would ever keep her mouth over it at that moment. But she really didn't have to worry very much for he was prepared to take care of all that.
"Baby doll, I'll take care of you."
She was sure that he would and now as he juiced his hot hands held her in place.
"That's it, honey," he panted, "you're going to get it in your face!"
The hot sperm spasmed in her face. She gulped.
"Oh, that's beautiful, honey. Just the way Uncle Frank-likes it. Oh, honey!"
She was doing him now just as he liked it. At first she couldn't do it then she realized how good it tasted, she found she liked it.
"Keep gulping, baby," he panted, "swallow my sperm."
It was a certain feeling of domination and joy that invaded him now as he let go with the love juices. He was glad that she enjoyed him so much. As she slid her mouth off his penis, he smiled and congratulated her.
"Susan," he told her, "do you realize how good you were at it?"
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she exclaimed, "was I that good?"
"You really were, baby doll," he said. "Uncle Frank can't remember a better time he got it."
"That's a great compliment coming from you," she told him.
"Sure it is, baby doll," he said, "I would never tell you if it wasn't the truth."
She lay there looking up at him. He gazed at her naked body, hot with desire and burning with lust.
"Why do you look at me like that?" she said nervously.
"Because I can't help myself," he explained. "When I look at a gorgeous girl like you baby, I have only one thing in mind. And you know what that is!"
"I have a pretty good idea," she giggled.
"Well, you're right and baby, let me do you!"
She didn't understand what he was talking about. However, he didn't let her remain in the dark for long.
"What are you talking about," she asked him.
"Just this," he said as he bent over, "I like to lick."
"Are you a good licker?" she asked.
"You'd be surprised how good," he grinned.
He was going to give her just what she wanted. He began lashing away at her breasts with his tongue. At the same time his hand massaged her mound. As he looked at it he could see she was on fire to be fucked.
"I'm not even going to use my penis on you this time," he explained, "I'm going to use my tongue instead."
"You're going to eat my pussy?" she grinned.
"Yes baby," he said, "how much do you know about pussy eating?"
"I just hear them talk a lot about it," she said, "but nobody ate my pussy, not yet!"
The way in which she said it told him she wanted it: She wanted it bad.
"Well, I'm going to remedy that right away," he told her, "and you're going to love it, too."
She was becoming excited at the prospect of it. Now, he went and licked away.
"Oh, yes, baby," he gasped, "that's what I like. Oh, baby, do it."
She was getting more and more excited as she thought about it and so was he.
"Baby," he told her, "we are going to have a helluva good time."
"You bet we are, honey," she assured him.
Suddenly she felt it. His hot tongue licking at each breast. He would lick one breast and massage the other. He kept everything moving.
"Oh, beautiful," she panted, "and don't neglect the pussy."
"Don't you worry," he said, looking up from licking one breast.
Then his hot tongue made a trail down there. When he got to her vagina, she was interested in how he approached it.
"I want to see it in its most intimate detail," he said. "I want to look at it and love it."
She saw the passion surging in his eyes as he gently pried apart the pussy lips letting his hot tongue sweep out, he flicked it across the clitoris. That did it.
"Oh, right on the love button," she panted, "that's great."
"Sure you like that, I knew you would," he said.
Now he was getting more stimulated every second.
"Keep it up, darling," she begged, "that's what I love."
It wasn't going to take much longer now. The hot tongue was stabbing inside there.
"Faster, faster," she begged.
She was pushing up to him in quick movements as his tongue lashed away. The combination of her pushing and his tongue licking was producing erotic waves of sensual delight in him.
"Oh, Uncle Frank!" she panted, "you're too much."
Uncle Frank put his hands on her buttocks. He gripped her and held on tight and went to town with a lapping tongue.
"Yes, yes," she panted, "more, more!"
The super sensations that were flooding her body at this point were really getting to her.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby," she panted.
With his hand he reached up and gripped her breast. Cleverly he manipulated her nipples with his fingertips. They became erect. She marveled at how much he could do at one time. He had very good coordination. He coordinated his tongue movements with his finger pressing movements and her breasts became more excited as he did it.
"Oh, eat me," she panted out of breath, "eat me!"
Her heart was pounding rapidly as the super sensational excitement in her body had her rocking.
"Oh, love it," she panted, "Love it."
Susan wrapped her legs around his head and watched him going up and down. It gave her a proud feeling of domination. She was delighted and excited.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's it."
He bit down lightly on the clitoris and she juiced. His tongue began lapping up the juice swiftly. He knew he was there. She held on to him and let him do his thing.
"Eat it," she said, "eat it baby, eat it!"
She didn't have to worry about telling him to eat it because that is what he had pushed his tongue in for. Lapping up her juices, he told her how good she was.
"You're delicious, baby," he said, "just delicious. Good enough to eat."
She laughed as he said this but she loved it.
"Oh, darling," she said, "you don't know how good this is for me."
The super sensations that flooded her being at this time had really gotten to her.
"Oh, I love it," she said, "I love it!"
There was no doubt about it, their pleasurable activity was something else.
He withdrew his tongue and she smiled at him.
"I must thank you, Uncle Frank," she said, "you've been marvelous to me."
"I'm glad you liked it, darling," he said, "now you know why I wanted you here."
"I had a pretty good idea," she said, "you always seemed like you were horny for me. I guess you were."
"Ever since you were a little girl," he said, "I could tell you had a lot on the ball."
"It's a shame that we are related," she sighed.
"Well, why?" he asked.
"Oh, we could get married then," she explained.
"Oh, you little darling," he said, "how nice of you to think of that."
"Didn't it ever cross your mind?" she asked him.
"Well, yes," he said, "but I didn't dare think of it too far."
"Why not?" she asked him.
"Because," he said, "I've been a loner all my life. I guess that is the way I was born to be."
"There is nothing wrong with being a loner, Uncle Frank, as a matter-of-fact I am sort of a loner myself."
"Really?" he said and she nodded.
"A lot of times people bore me. A lot of times I get disgusted with people and want to be by myself."
The two of them threw their arms around each other and kissed passionately. Then she pulled away from him.
"Uncle Frank, honey," she sighed, "remember I love you."
"Honey," he said, "remember your Uncle Frank loves you too."
Then in the distance she saw some young swimmers. Strangely she thought they might be in the nude. When they pulled out of the water and got a close look at them, she realized they were in the nude.
"Why Uncle Frank," she said, "we're not the only ones at Valley Lake that goes swimming in the buff."
"Oh, yes," he smiled, "the boys over there."
"Yes," she said, "they sure look nice."
"That's Wally and Tommy."
"You know I might enjoy having them," she said.
He gave her a mean scowl.
"Now that's a nice thing to say after I give you a good screwing."
"Oh, no offense intended," she said, "it's just that I like to have a little adventure."
"Obviously," he said, "or you wouldn't have mentioned them. They are the most immoral young chaps in the place."
"Well, what about you? Fucking me?"
"That is different," he said.
"Because it's your cock?" she said.
"Of course not, although I'm sure I have a better one."
"Well, what is your reason for saying it is different?" she insisted on knowing.
"Well, I'll tell you why," he said, "those boys would ball you and not give a damn. I could never do that. I adore you. And you can believe me that when I ball you it's with love in every thrust."
"Well," she smiled, "you're beautiful."
He gripped her again and she reached down and seized his penis. She massaged some life back into it and he congratulated himself on being able to get it hard again.
"That's pretty good for an older man," he said, "you see a little hand work and what happens."
"Why you get instant hard-on," she said, working rather feverishly to get some life back in it.
"One has to consider the morals," he said, "and that is why I don't want you to do anything with Wally or Tommy. They are very immoral."
"I read you Uncle," she said. "I understand you perfectly. But do you understand yourself?"
That was a rather startling abrupt question she had asked, and he had to give it a little thought.
"Do I understand myself?" he said, "well, of course, I do, baby doll."
CHAPTER TWO
The following days were busy ones and she had occasion to meet both Wally and Tommy. She remembered vividly how handsome they looked splashing around in the water. They were both husky, athletic, dark-skinned boys and she vowed that she would have them before she left Valley Lake. One day she wandered over there nude and slipped into the water to swim out where they were.
"Well Hi," one boy smiled at her. "Which one of you is Wally?" she asked. "I am," the other guy said, "who wants to know?"
"I wanted to know both of you," she said softly. "I know one of you is Wally and the other is Tommy. So you're Tommy, aren't you?"
The boy who had spoken to her first acknowledged this.
"Yes," he told her, "what can I do for you, baby?"
"Plenty," she said, "plenty."
"Well, I hope so honey," he said, "cause I would like to give you a good time."
"Well you certainly could," she said, "you have all the equipment to do it."
As he got closer to her in the water he began thrusting his penis against her.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "this is too much."
She was really enjoying herself now and so was he.
"Let's go over on the shore," he said, "I want to see you."
Both brothers went on the shore.
"Who's first?" she smiled.
"I want to be first," Wally laughed.
"Okay, Wally," she said, "you go first."
Wally looked at his brother.
"I don't want you watching," he told his brother, "that would make it like an orgy."
"Oh, please let me look at you," his brother insisted.
"No Tommy," he said, "you're not going to watch. That would make me feel ridiculous."
"Well, it wouldn't have to," he said.
"Well, it would," he informed him flatly.
Then Tommy went away and let him have her alone. But he called back, "I get her next."
"Sure you do darling," she smiled at him.
It was a very exciting moment for them and they could hardly wait to do their thing.
"Come on baby," he said, "Let's have some fun."
He laid down on the sand and spread his legs.
"I can tell what you want," she smiled.
"Will you do it?" he asked.
"If you want me to," she said quickly.
She reached for his penis and looked at it.
"I'm supposed to go down on this?" she asked.
She thought of her Uncle Frank and remembered how big his penis was. In her mind she was measuring Wally's penis against Uncle Frank's penis.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked her.
"You'd be surprised," she laughed.
"Nothing would surprise me anymore," he told her. , Now she was skinning it back. "Go ahead, honey," he said, "Lick it!" She licked it quickly and let her mouth slip over it.
"It's a nice fit," he said, "now do your thing."
She moved it in her mouth slowly and let her lower lip drag over it.
"Oh, that's creamy," he told her, "I really like that. Yes, honey, yes, that's what I like."
He was really turned on now. He could hardly stand it.
"Oh, do it, baby," he panted, "that's what I want. Oh, yes, baby, do it."
The pleasure was building every moment. He could hardly stand it now.
"Keep it up," he gasped, "yes, baby, that's what I like. Keep it up."
Now he was going out of his mind with delight.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I dig."
She could hardly stand it now and her body was shaking.
"What are you shaking for so much?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she admitted, "I guess I'm just a turned-on kid."
"Well, I guess you are, baby," he smiled.
She was more intensely excited every second.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "get way down on it. Go up and down on it."
She went up and down on it swiftly. Moving her mouth quickly back and forth, the pleasure increased.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's beautiful."
He was going out of his mind with delight and so was she.
"Oh, eat it," he begged, "eat it."
Now, the pleasure was building every second. He knew and she knew that they were going to make it.
"Oh, do me, darling," he told her, "do me!" With all of the fever in his heart, he kept ramming it to her. "Fuck it!"
The pleasure was building every moment and then it happened. The juice started to trickle into her mouth. She slowed down her activity. She didn't want to have it happen too quick.
"Oh, eat it," he gasped, reaching up to grip her head and guide her down.
Faster and faster her mouth traveled. Every second was sweeter.
"Oh, yes, baby," he panted, "that's wild."
The super sensations were flooding through her body and producing spasms of electrical pleasure.
"Yes, baby," he excited, "that's what I want you to do. Keep it up, honey. Keep going."
Her mouth moved down and then up his rod quickly. She liked to look at the saliva-slickened surface. Then he knew he was going to cum. Grasping her head, he held her tightly and told her, "Eat me!"
A white volcano of sperm juice flooded her mouth and dripped down the side of her face. He loved the sight of it.
"Oh, baby," he gasped eagerly, "that's what I dig. Oh, yes, baby, all the way."
The pleasure that this was producing was even more than she had planned on. While he may not have been as large as Uncle Frank, he did have a bigger, creamier load. As the thick substance flowed in, she gulped.
"That's it," he said, "eat the sticky stuff."
She laughed as she slid her mouth off him.
"Beautiful, baby," he said, "now I'm ready for you to slide on it and do some good screwing!"
She knew what he wanted and she marveled at the fact that he never went down. Grasping his tool, she smoothly slipped her vagina lips over it.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck, baby, fuck!"
The pleasure was building now.
"Oh, baby, that's wild. That's what I want."
The super sensations that they were feeling now were really getting to them both.
"Fuck it," he panted, as he reached up for her breasts. He fingered them with his thumb and first finger. She loved the feeling of him doing this to her.
"Right on," she told him, "yes, baby, all the way."
The pleasure that was surfacing now was more than she could stand.
"Keep going," he urged her on, "yes baby, more, more."
She wouldn't stop now for anything. She was enjoying herself much too much.
"How am I doing?" she grinned, as she twisted her hips.
Reaching out he grasped her.
"You're going to town baby," he smiled.
She kept tossing about like this until he finally rammed it home and shot his gun off.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to ram it up!"
He did ram it up alright. He juiced. As the hot cum splashed into her, she groaned with delight.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "this is too beautiful."
The hot pleasure that they were enjoying now was too much. She was enjoying it now as never before.
"Oh, I love this," she panted, "I love it, baby, I really love it."
No doubt about it she did enjoy his big thing juicing within her. Her vagina walls were soaking with his juice now and he continued thrusting her. It was a well lubricated fuck and he loved it.
"You got a nice tight box, baby," he complimented her, "and you sure know how to twist your tail."
"Why thank you, darling," she told him, "it was fun."
Indeed it was fun for her. It was a game. A sex game. Next she wanted Tommy.
"I get your brother next," she sighed, "where is he?"
"Over here," he called out.
"I hope you weren't watching," Wally said.
"No, dammit," he said, "you don't have to worry about me. If you want it so private, you can have it private."
"Well, don't get mad at me," he said to his brother. "I don't like your attitude."
"Well, I don't like your attitude either," Wally said.
Then Tommy got ready. "I'm not going to ask to watch you," Wally said.
"Well, that's good," he told him, "because I wouldn't let you."
Wally was bigger than Tommy and always had to give in to him. This fed Wally's super ego.
"Okay, baby," Tommy said as he started undressing.
"Can I eat you first?"
"Do anything you want," she said lightly.
"Now you're the kind of girl I dig," he said, "I get so tired of those girls that say 'don't do this and don't do that.' I bet you dig this too."
"Yes I do," she said.
She said it with such casual ease, it registered. Then as she lay back and spread out her legs, young Tommy got down there. He gripped her ass in his hands and she threw her legs around him.
"Eat me," she said, "eat my pretty pussy."
"Yeah, baby, it is a pretty pussy, baby," he said "and I can hardly wait to slide my tongue in it."
"That makes two of us, baby," she informed him, "because I can hardly wait to have you do it."
Suddenly he jabbed the tongue in. He licked all around. She became more and more excited every second.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Yes, baby, yes."
Every time he slipped it in, she pressed up. His tongue flicked across her clitoris and she loved it.
"Oh, that's the way I like it," she panted. "Yes it's beautiful."
He was doing his thing in quick, darting tongue movements. He lashed away. She was going out of her gourd with delight. So was he.
"Keep it up baby," she begged, "Let that tongue lick. That's the way I like it. Lap it up. Lap it up, lover."
He lapped it up alright and she was really excited.
"Yes, baby, yes," she gasped eagerly, "that's what I want. Do it!"
The hot tongue movements increased and so did the pleasure.
"Keep it up," she begged. "Oh, yes, baby, yes. That's the way, baby."
The super sensations that were flooding her being were creating erotic waves erf sensual delight. She leaned back in the sand and reached out. Gripping sand in each hand she let it trickle through her fingers.
"Oh, sweetheart," she gasped, "Lick me, love me, eat my pretty pussy."
She threw her legs around him and in a locked position she pressed her pelvis forward. He loved that and grasped her ass-cheeks. Massaging her ass-cheeks, he kept his face buried in her mound.
"Oh, sweetheart, that's it, baby."
The moist walls of her vagina excited him. Licking, lashing, loving they were really having a ball.
"Oh, darling," he panted, "I love it." The super sensations were really getting to her now.
"Oh, yes, baby," he gasped, "you have no idea how much I dig that."
The pleasurable momentum of what they had begun was continuing now. The excitement was building to a passionate pitch. The hot tongue twirled in there.
"Eat it," she panted, "eat it, lover. Oh, yes, whip it up."
When her vagina juiced he pressed tighter.
"Oh, I'm cuming," she cried, "I'm cuming!"
Her hands reached out and gripped his head and held him pinned there.
Now he moved over and off her.
"Baby," she smiled at him, "I really enjoyed how you use that tongue."
He nodded.
"Well, if you really did, honey," he said, "Let me introduce you to some cock action."
"Alright," she said.
He was surprised and delighted this was happening to him. She was eager for him and was egging him forward. Straddling her, he moved up. Then when his buttocks were over her face, she licked him there.
"Now, baby," he said, "Lick the balls too."
He brushed his balls over her face.
"How do they smell, honey?" he asked.
She didn't reply and then he pointed his penis right in her face.
"Lick the balls first," he admonished her. "Then look what you can have!"
She let her tongue reach out and she started licking. In quick, darting movements, she continued.
"Oh, yes, yes," she panted, "that's the way I like it."
She was bringing herself to a climax. Both of them were excited.
"Oh, eat it," she panted, "eat it baby."
The excitement of the passionate sensations were enveloping her and driving her out of her gourd.
"You don't know how much I love this, honey," she sighed.
"Well, I think I have a pretty good idea, baby."
Finishing the ball, she licked the underside of his penis. Opening her mouth, she slowly let him slide in. As the shaft moved in farther, her lips encased it. Her lips tightened now as she eagerly gripped his ass-cheeks.
"Come on, honey," he said, "Let the good times roll."
He was thrusting it back and forth now with his balls waving over her chin.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, this is the way!"
Susan was doing her best to give him the delight he wanted. Even though she wasn't too crazy about letting him slide this thing in her mouth at first, she gradually became acclimated to the whole idea of this kind of sex.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "that's beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, yes."
The sensations were flooding her being as his penis was preparing to flood her mouth.
"Take it honey," he panted, "all the way!"
She was getting very stimulated. She loved the feel of his swelling balls on her face but most of all she liked the hard tool sliding down her throat. It was something to look forward to when he would juice, and look forward to it she did.
He gripped her head and guided her.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "oh, yes, baby, that's the way."
The pleasure that she was having was increasing with every thrust.
"Keep it up, darling," he begged, "that's the way."
He was dripping now. She licked the head and let her tongue slip in the small slit. His cock quivered.
"Oh, honey, you like my shaft don't you?" he grinned as he slid it in smoothly. He liked to plunge it way in and pull it way out. He enjoyed watching it go in with her lips clasping it. He loved the feel of her hot hand massaging his ass.
"Oh, baby, you don't know how much I dig this!"
She had a pretty good idea because he was trembling now. As the super cock shoved in farther, she felt it reaching to the back of her throat. It made her feel like a sword swallower.
"Eat it," he cried passionately, "eat my penis."
The juice was boiling inside of him and he was going to shoot out in a moment.
"Now, baby," he panted, "oh, yes, yes."
Then he shot and she gulped.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I wanted! Eat it all baby."
She devoured him all the way.
When she had finished doing that, she smiled.
"You're an awfully good girl, Susan," he said.
She looked at his eyes and saw the light in them.
"Tommy," she said, "you've no idea how I've enjoyed being here with you."
"Don't think I didn't enjoy it too," he smiled. "So did my brother Wally. I get mad at him a lot but he is not such a bad sort."
"I don't think he is either," she said, "you're both nice guys."
As she lay there, he got to talking to her.
"You know your Uncle Frank is a very lecherous old man."
"What do you mean?" she asked him.
"Well, he digs the young chicks," he said, "isn't that awful. The dirty old man and his chicks."
"You want them?"
"That's just it," he said, "I want them and what right does he have to them."
"You're jealous of Uncle Frank," she laughed.
"Of course I am," he said, "he has a lot of money and that beautiful car and boat. So, what have I got?"
"You've got a beautiful body, Tommy," she said. "Don't let anybody ever tell you that you haven't."
Tommy was stimulated and wanted more sex with her.
"Tommy what are you staring at?" she asked.
"Your box, baby," he answered, "I'd like to feel what it's like inside you."
"Can't you ever get your mind off sex?" she asked.
"Why should I?" he said. "My folks have money too, but they don't give me any. However, I don't have to work and we have a nice place and I like to ball."
"Yqu should have to work," she said.
"Well, so should you," he said, "Look at you. You're up here doing nothing."
"Oh, yes I am," she laughed, "I'm doing a lot of fucking around."
Now he was so hot to have her that he was pressing his lips against her breast and feeling her moist vagina.
"Let me go in there," he gasped, "I want to so badly."
"Okay," she said, "you can have it."
"I want to give it to you so let me get on top. I want you to grasp my ass with your hands. I once had a woman who knew how to rub my ass while I was balling her. It felt fantastic."
"Okay," she said, "I'll do it for you that way."
The passion was surging through him and it was remarkable. He wanted to stab it in there and be in a position of dominance. He wanted her and he wanted to startle her and soon he did. As he looked down at her naked body, he got so excited he was trembling.
"What's the trouble, Tommy?" she smiled.
"Nothing baby," he said.
She was eager for action.
"Oh, yes, baby," he panted, "you are too much."
Grasping her breasts, he rammed into her.
"Fuck it for me," he told her, "fuck me. Grab it with your pussy. Twist your tail."
She twisted her hips around and the penis rammed in there.
"Oh, beautiful, baby," she gasped, "that's the way I like it. Oh, yes, baby, yes."
The sensual pleasures that were flooding her body now were really getting to her.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes."
The hot penis stabbed in there and she was learning a lot about sex. Tommy had gotten her so stimulated that her juices were lubricating his sliding shaft.
"It's real groovy inside of you, baby," he panted, "I like it in there."
Thrusting it back and forth now, he was going out of his gourd with delight.
"Oh, honey, are you ever a good grind. That's it. That's right, fuck."
When he talked to her like that, her mind flooded back to Uncle Frank. He was the one that got her started doing it. Guilt surged through her as she thought about doing it with a relative. That was even worse than doing it with Tommy but she dismissed her guilt as Tommy instructed her how he wanted her to grasp his ass.
"Now grab my ass and hang on," he told her, "that's it. Oh, baby, this is beautiful. You're like a bitch in heat!"
Slamming it in to her, he panted and pushed.
"Faster, fucker," he told her, "faster, baby."
She twisted her hips around, faster and faster.
She was pleasing him alright, just the way he liked it.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "that's the way I like it."
The super sensations that were flooding his being now were really getting him excited.
"You're wonderful," he panted.
Their bodies were heaving and thrusting and pitching as they slapped together. It was stimulating his brother so much that he had to watch. From the rocky perch at the top of the sandy beach it was a beautiful sight as they fucked in the sunlight.
The perspiration formed on the front of his brow as he got steamed up some more. Now he was ramming it to her.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "all the way."
He was going out of his gourd with pleasure.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's beautiful."
Then she felt herself juicing. Her orgasm triggered his.
"Oh, baby, you really like my balling, don't you?" he smiled at her confidentially.
She loved it when Tommy flashed his beautiful smile. His teeth set against his dark skin and his red lips got her excited.
"Tommy, you're wonderful," she said.
She gripped his ass and massaged him just as he told her. She loved to do it for him. He was going out of his gourd as his penis stabbed to climax.
"Fuck it," he said in sharp tones. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Suddenly the sperm spasmed out of his cock.
"Oh, I made it," he gasped, "I really made it."
Then there was a steady stream of cum shooting into her. She twisted her hips around gripping the tool tightly within her.
"Right on," he said, "that's what I like, honey."
When he had finished shooting, he slowly withdrew. Then he smiled.
"This is a gorgeous lake," she said, "a perfect place to ball."
"Honey, any place with you would be a good place to ball."
"Thank you for the compliment," she said.
"What are you going to do with your life Tommy," she asked hoping to rest while they made conversation.
"Oh, probably I'll have to go to Viet Nam and then I will get VD or something, It makes me sick to think of all those girls giving the guys a dose."
"Well, it's a very serious problem today. It is really a matter of cleanliness, isn't it."
"Oh, it doesn't kill anybody I guess."
"I had a brother who died in Viet Nam," Tommy said with sadness in his voice.
"Oh, I know how bad that must make you feel, Tommy. I am so sorry."
"Well, we had a lot of fun together, Wally, Dale and me."
"Did he use to come here to the lake with you in the summer?"
"Every summer," he said.
As she thought about how tragic it was that Dale could never come back, she knew she had to change the subject.
"You know, honey," she said, "next year we are going on a cruise to the Greek islands."
"Oh, that sounds terribly exciting," he said, "I wish I could go. Maybe my folks would let me go too."
"The Greek islands are beautiful. The Mediterranean has always fascinated me."
Then they swam out to the point. As she came out of the water, Uncle Frank caught sight of her.
"Susan," he yelled, "come over here at once."
She knew that he undoubtedly knew that she had been having sex with Tommy and Wally. Yet, what else could she do, he was insisting that she return.
"Just a minute, Uncle Frank," she called.
"What were you doing with those nasty boys?" he demanded with anger in his voice.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she smiled, "I was only having a little fun with them. They are really nice boys when you know them."
"I don't understand you," he said, "do you ball with just anyone that comes along now?"
"Well, Uncle Frank, you taught me how good it was."
"But it's not right, Susan. Don't you have any morals?"
"Well, what you did with me wasn't exactly right."
"Well, it's all a matter of how you look at it. They are just dirty young boys trying to pick up a piece of tail. I hold you higher than that."
She thought about that a long moment.
"You think that was all it meant to them?" she asked.
"Well, I hate to disillusion you, honey," he said, "but I'm sure that is all you meant to them."
"How long have you dug me, Uncle Frank," she asked.
"For a long long time, baby," he smiled.
"Answer me this, when I was a little girl, I know you liked to pick me up in your arms. Sometimes I thought you were feeling me."
"Let's not talk about that," he smiled.
"Why not Uncle Frank."
"You don't know how much you mean to me," he said.
"Well, not much or you wouldn't have embarrassed me like you did today."
"Well, I guess I just got jealous," he said, "forgive me."
"You do not have any right to be jealous of me," she said. "You don't own me, nobody does."
Then as she walked away she felt guilty. He went into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Then she sat in the living room. After all he was only thinking of her. She went into the bedroom and told him, "Forgive me for getting so angry. I'm not used to living like this."
"I'm not used to having sex with you either."
"Tell me something," she smiled, "what ever happened to your love life, Uncle Frank?"
"It's not a very pretty story," he said, "and I don't enjoy repeating it."
"Well, you certainly don't have to," she said, "I was just curious and wanted to understand you better."
He thought about what she said and nodded.
"Well, maybe sweetheart, if I did tell you a few things that happened to me you'd understand why I am as I am."
"That's the only reason I wanted to talk about it," she smiled.
"I got married to this beautiful girl. She was 19 and the most beautiful girl I ever knew. Her name was Barbara. She was a honey-blonde like you. She had beautiful eyes and the most gorgeous breasts. But more than that she had heart."
"So what happened to her, Uncle Frank?"
"I caught her crawling into bed with another man. I was heartbroken and, well, this wasn't a good idea telling you this."
She was very curious about what he did but she was afraid to ask him.
"Whatever happened to her."
"Well, the last I heard and I don't know if it's truth or not," he said sadly, "was that she was traveling with a bunch of hippies."
CHAPTER THREE
When Susan got home to her parents and made her request to go to live with her Uncle Frank there was a lot of debate.
"Look honey," her father said, "you don't want to go live with him. You won't have any fun."
"Uncle Frank is a very nice man," she said, "and I think I would enjoy it there."
Her mother looked at her and smiled.
"Well, I can say one thing, at least you would be in safe hands," she said.
She almost burst out laughing on this one. But she managed to control herself.
"Yes, mom," she said, "we don't have to worry about Uncle Frank do we?"
It was perfectly obvious to her that there was going to be a long debate. However, in the final end of it all, she won. When she called up Uncle Frank she was thrilled to tell him that her family had agreed that she could go live with him.
"Uncle Frank," Susan began, "Guess what?"
Frank remained calm. He was a business executive and he knew that it is best always to play it cool.
"Well, Susan," he said, "that will be nice. I'm sure that you will enjoy it here."
A moment later her mother got on the phone.
"Now, Frank," she said, "I want you to watch our little girl. Please see to it that she doesn't get into bad company."
"I'll do my best," Frank assured her.
When she got to his house, she was pleased. It was a house set in the hills with a wide view of the city below. Her uncle immediately began suggesting a way of living to her.
"Sweetheart," he said, "I've developed my own life style. For one thing I like to run around the house naked."
"Do you really?" she giggled, "so do I."
"Good," he said, "then we will have a ball."
He removed his clothes and so did she. However, he made it a point to pull the drapes.
"There is nothing wrong with being nude," Frank smiled.
"No there isn't," she assured him.
Carefully, she took off her clothes. And cagily, she removed her bra and slid out of her panties. Then she was naked.
"I wonder what there is about the human body," he said, "that makes some people think it is so bad."
"I don't know," she said, "I just don't know."
She went over to him and reached for his penis. She held it in her hand a long moment and then began stroking on it. She stroked back and forth and he became more and more excited by her.
"Oh, that feels good to me," she said. "Yes, I like it."
The pleasure was building every moment. Both she and her Uncle Frank were going out of their gourds with delight.
"There is something beautiful about you baby," he said, "something that just makes me want to love you all over."
"Let's go into the bedroom, Uncle Frank," she grinned.
Going into the bedroom, he told her that he wanted her to bathe him.
"Why I've never bathed anyone," she said, "I think I would feel awkward doing it."
"My dear," he said, "I want you to experience for your sexual education the various ways that' women make it. In Japan, for example, women wash you all over."
"Well, that does sound exciting," she said quickly. "Maybe I can give you a good wash down."
She laughed at the word that she had coined.
Frank went over to the bathtub and filled it up. Then he stepped in to it. As she looked at him sitting there naked with his huge penis standing up, she smiled. He hoped that it wasn't in derision.
"What are you smiling at?" he asked her.
"You," she giggled.
"Am I funny?" he asked.
"Yes, Uncle Frank," she giggled, "terribly funny, but wonderful too."
Bending over and giving him a super view of her breasts, she brushed her cheeks against his and their lips met. Then their tongues met. Frank kept his eyes open so he could see her breasts weaving in front of him.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she smiled, "we're going to have such a good time."
"Yes, we are little darling," he said, "and you know how much I love you."
"Yes, yes, I do!"
The pleasure that they were feeling was building every moment.
"Sweetheart," he said, "Let me tell you something. I want to love you with all my heart."
"Beautiful," she said, "Oh, what a beautiful way to put it."
There wasn't a shadow of a doubt in her mind that he had real feelings for her and she had real feelings for him. As she reached down there, he explained to her what would please him.
"It's very important dear," he explained, "to know what excites a man. For example, the balls are very sensitive. Also a man gets a charge out of it. Actually, honey, I think that is the biggest thing, getting a charge out of it."
Bending over, she massaged the balls. Now he was really getting excited.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's what I dig."
She was working her fingers feverishly around his testicles and his penis was getting larger and larger. It rose up out of the water and she smiled as she saw its head slip above the surface.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "that's such a big head on your penis. How does it ever get so big?"
"Looking at your beautiful breasts," he said. "I'm what you might call a 'chest man'. "
"Oh, you dirty old man," she giggled. "Can't keep your mind off sex, can you?"
"Well, it is sex that makes the world go around, isn't it? he said.
"Yes, Uncle Frank," she giggled, "and from what they tell us about the population explosion, the world is spinning around too fast for its own good."
He laughed.
"Don't worry, honey," he said, "there is plenty of food and everything else for as many as people we want to fuck to bring here."
"I'm afraid that is from the old school," she told him! "The statistics tell us things aren't that way. Haven't you noticed a few shortages at the meat market?"
"Oh, they are just trying to drive the prices up," he said. "There is plenty of everything for everybody."
As she fell into his illusion patter of thinking, she found herself being lulled into a false sense of security.
"That's true," she said, "I suppose you do know."
"Of course, I know," he laughed, "and the truth of it is, baby doll, that many wonderful things are going to come to pass."
"Oh, I do hope so," she exclaimed, "I do hope so."
Now he suggested something.
"Let's make waves with your hand, honey," he smiled. "Pump me."
Reaching down she pumped him a moment or two. Then he smiled.
"Kiss the head of it," he insisted.
She bent over and kissed it.
"Now lick it," he said.
She told him, "this is an awkward position, Uncle Frank."
"Join me in the tub, honey," he said, "that'll make it easier."
Susan got into the tub and then bending over she took his huge shaft into her mouth. It was a strange sensation to be doing it in the tub.
"This is great," he said, "it's what they call 'water fucking'. "
That made her giggle.
"Uncle Frank, you're real funny," she said.
"I'm sorry I'm cracking jokes when I'm horny. Don't stop."
It was perfectly obvious that he didn't want to stop. She went back to doing what she was doing swiftly. She let her mouth slip up and down the shaft.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I dig. Do it!" The pleasure was building now every moment.
"Beautiful, baby," he said, "that's the way I like it. Oh, yes, beautiful."
The super sensations that were flooding her now were driving her out of her gourd.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "Lick it, love it. That's it. Use your tongue."
She used her tongue alright in whipping, darting movements. Now, Frank was going out of his gourd.
"Honey, you have me flipping out," he told her. "I can't stand it."
She was happy to get his compliments. It made her delighted that; she could get him this excited.
"Keep doing it, baby," he told her. "Oh, yes, do it."
She had some difficulty when her nose got in the water. It was not only making it hard for her breathe but impossible.
"Uncle Frank," she said finally slipping her mouth off it, "this is no place to do this."
"Alright sweetheart," he said, "Let's get out of the bathtub and on the bed."
She got out of the bathtub and they dried off. Then they went into the bedroom.
"Honey," he suggested, "why don't you lick my ass, first and then I'll flip over and give you some head."
"Alright," she said, "but I'm not going to stick my tongue in the hole."
"I'm not asking you to, baby," he said, "I just want you to lick my ass-cheeks."
"Okay," she said, "but I don't know if I'm going to like it or not."
"I know you will," he said, "it's just getting used to it."
He lay on his stomach and then she got behind him.
"First, honey," he suggested, "I want you to brush your breasts over my body."
Bending over she let her nipples touch his buttocks. He loved the sensations as her nipples gently brushed over his behind.
"Now, honey," he said, "start to massage the buttocks. Yes, honey, that's it. That feels good."
She was developing a rhythm now and was impressed with her own skill at doing this.
"Now slip your hand down in between," he told her. "That's it, yes, that's it. Now, baby, press the prostate and use your tongue to lick."
She did just as he told her. To her surprise, his ass wiggled about so much she had to hold him still.
"Uncle Frank," she complained, "why are you getting so turned on."
"I can't help it," he told her, "when your tongue lashes around there I just wiggle all over the place."
"Well, keep your ass still," she complained, "because if you don't I won't be able to do my best"
So, she slowed down for him. He was happy that she did.
"Okay, baby," he told her, "that's good."
She ran her hands, nice and easy all over his behind. It was getting her more excited every moment. She wanted to get his huge rod into her mouth and do something with it.
"Oh, baby," he said, "I'm surprised by your boldness. You really like to do it, don't you?"
She nodded and increased the tempo of her licking. Then, he told her, "I want to get that into you."
He turned over and she looked at it. It was huge. Then she gripped it and let her mouth move over his hot flesh. As she licked the shaft, she marveled at the size of it. It was stretching a lot.
"Now, do it," he said, "go down on it"
She let her mouth move down over it and she did it vigorously.
"Oh, yes, baby," he panted, "that's what I like."
The super sensations that she was enjoying now surprised her.
"Use your fingers for my balls," he said.
Effectively using her fingers, she played with his testicles. He loved it. He gave her three-quarters of his shaft. Now, she was going to town.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, "that's what I want. Oh, baby, do it, do it!"
Thrills were racing through her now as he became a screwing machine. Harder and faster he rode into her.
"Baby," he panted, "that's what I want. Do it!"
Up and down her mouth traveled and he loved it. His buttocks were pumping now and she reached for his ass-cheeks.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "that's it."
With long hard drives, he shoved into her. Now, she was going out of her gourd for his seed. She could hardly believe it could be so wonderful. He reached down to grip her head with soul shaking lust. He held on to her.
"It won't be long now, baby," he told her.
The fluid was going to be shooting quickly, and she was going out of her mind to get it.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "now you're screwing!"
He was surprised and so was she at how much sensual delight surged through her as her Uncle
Frank's tool touched the back of her throat.
"Oh, I like it," he gasped eagerly, "baby, keep doing me."
He was preparing her for the moment when he was going to shoot as his huge testicles moved up and down and she watched. She liked seeing them. They were getting larger.
"Oh," he panted, "yes, baby, yes."
The grin spread across his face and his hands held her tightly. His legs were outspread now and he was going wild.
"Oh, baby, do it!"
Her heart was pounding faster now and her breathing was getting very difficult as the cock engulfed her mouth. Her head began to bob Up and down and she was working her tongue effectively.
"Oh, yes, baby, yes, I want that!"
His coordinated movements tightened as he forced himself forward. His hips were lifting up now and he was getting hotter and hotter with every swing. She went down farther along his shaft. The tremendous head was in her mouth and a feeling of lust burned through her. Gently she sunk her teeth into the huge staff.
"Oh, I like that. Not too hard, honey."
The thing that impressed Frank about the way his lover did it, was the naturalness. It was an intensely delightful moment for them both. Above all he was delighted that it wasn't mechanical. It was genuine.
"Oh, yes, baby," he panted, "I'm really hot now. You're going to get some sperm fast."
Her breasts were bobbing up and down as she did her thing. Her hands gripped his ass-cheeks tighter.
"Yes, baby, do me!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. In rhythmic movements he continued thrusting.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he panted, "I'm cuming!"
Suddenly, she felt him spurting inside of her. She loved the sensations as it hit the back of her throat. She gulped.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "get it all."
She opened her mouth and let him inundate her.
The hard thrills in her pussy made her twist. She was moistening there.
When she finally slipped off him, she lay back on the bed and collapsed. Uncle Frank just lay there panting and responding to nervous spasms the length of his body.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "you really did something."
Her pussy was tingling with excitement as her breath came quickly as she answered, "That was delicious."
"You see it is," he said, "it's just getting used to it."
"Uncle Frank," she said, "when are you going to do me?"
"You want me to eat your pussy, honey?" he smiled.
"Yes, yes," she said, "I want you to."
He looked at her and laughed.
"Now baby, don't be impatient. I have to relax a minute."
He reached for her and then he went down there between her legs.
"Oh, honey," he smiled at her, "this is going to be a lot of fun."
Burying his head down there he went down licking.
"Do my pussy," she begged, "do me!"
He let his hot tongue slide in there. Swiftly, he licked back and forth across the clitoris.
"Oh, that's what I like," she panted, "yes, baby."
The super sensations that flooded her being at that time had her shaking. He reached up to grip her breast to hold her still.
"Eat my pussy," she begged, "yes, Uncle Frank, that's what I want. Eat me."
It wasn't going to take long now and this stimulated her.
"Oh, do it," he panted, "do it."
Harder and faster he rode into her and every moment she became more excited as her torso twisted.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she told him, "your tongue is killing me."
He was happy that she was having such super sensations from his tongue. No other woman had ever reacted this way. It was as if they were meant for each other. His hot tongue drove in there farther and farther. Now his hands gripped her bare buttocks. She gave an eager lunge as he plunged his tongue farther and farther. He was eager to get her juice. He was eager to devour her.
"Oh, keep that up," she panted, "yes, yes, that's beautiful."
The super sensations that flooded through her were really exciting her.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "I love it."
Indeed she did love it and so did he.
"Eat me," she panted as the lust burned through her body.
He sank his teeth into her clitoris. She gasped, "Oh, you're killing me."
Reaching up, he continued playing with her breasts. His fingertips were doing a tattoo on her nipples. She was twisting about as the super thrills seared through her pussy. She was almost collapsing as his tongue continued shooting in there. In nervous spasms that ran the length of her body she twisted.
"Oh, honey," she panted, "Lick me, love me, eat my pussy."
His tongue was giving her delightful sensations that she had never had before and now she loved the pleasure.
Delicious sensations surged through her as his tongue tickled her clit. She stretched out luxuriously as the sharp thrills swept up her belly. He raised her buttocks and brought his tongue tighter to her there. In a daze of bliss she heard Frank grunt, as his tongue moved quicker and quicker.
"Oh, lick it," she begged, "Lick it." Suddenly, she juiced.
"I'm cuming,"-she panted, "yes, yes, I'm cuming."
As he continued driving his tongue into her, he ate her. She loved his mouth pressing down. "Eat me," she panted, "eat me!" He ate her alright and he loved it. "Yes," he smiled, "that's beautiful baby." The lust that roared through his body forced him to finish her off. Then he slowly withdrew his tongue from her pussy lips. Looking up at her, he smiled.
"Oh, that was beautiful, baby, I love being down there."
She thought it was going to be over but she caught sight of Uncle Frank's long, hard penis. She saw his huge balls swelling and she smiled at him.
"You want something else don't you?"
"What do you think," he smiled as he pulled his rigid shaft forward.
His penis was magnificent and as he positioned his naked body above her, she saw his long wrinkled bag hanging underneath. One of Uncle Frank's testicles hung far below the other giving it a lopsided look.
Now his hot hands were traveling from her breasts to her buttocks. He was pinching her breasts and pinching her buttocks. She had to tell him that it hurt because it didn't feel so good.
"Uncle Frank," she objected, "take it easy."
He slowed down the tempo of his finger play and that eased her mind.
"Oh," he panted, "that's beautiful, baby."
She was both delighted and excited by what was happening. It was a wild moment for her.
"Keep it up, darling," she panted, "keep it up!"
The pleasure was building every second. Her delight was almost more than she could bear. She knew that she would be juicing again.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat me. I'm making it again."
Her Uncle Frank was pleased and his hot urges drove him on. He had never had a response like this and the fact that it was a relative didn't make any difference. This was the kind of sexual action that he enjoyed.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "push your pussy farther to me."
His tongue returned to her there and he licked eagerly. Finally he withdrew. As he looked into her eyes he smiled.
"Oh, honey, I've never felt so alive in my life."
She looked at him and told him frankly, "I never felt so wonderful either."
Finally the idea hit her that he might get jealous if she stepped out with a man her age. This annoyed her because she wasn't sure that she would always want to love Uncle Frank physically.
"Uncle Frank," she asked, "you wouldn't care if I had a few dates."
Immediately jealousy surged through him, however, he thought it best to cover it.
"Why no," he said, "of course not."
However, she knew in her heart that problems would arise. She could see that he was coming on too strong.
"Do you have any women you go out with, Uncle Frank?" she asked him.
"I have a secretary," he smiled.
"Do you have a good time with her?"
"Yes," he said, "I do, baby. However sometimes she is a little difficult."
"Difficult?" she asked.
"Yes," he explained, "I ask her to do things and she won't do them."
"Like what Uncle Frank," she smiled.
"Oh, baby," he said, "you're such an innocent sweetheart that it really turns me on to talk to you."
"No tell me."
"Alright," he said, "I will tell you. The thing that really bugs me is this. I asked her to go down on me the other day in the office and she wouldn't. She wants it the regular way. You can't imagine the problems I have straightening her out over my desk."
"You do it in your office?" she asked curiously.
"Well, yes," he said, "sometimes when I look at her bending over, the feeling hits me and I've got to have her."
"You're a real put-on," she laughed.
"No, I'm not a put-on," he said. "I know when I want something. It's just that I have a little trouble with her."
"Well, I'll bet you do," she laughed.
"Look sweetheart," he insisted, "it is really a Strange thing the way some people act. But the problem is they expect you to go down on them and they don't want to go down on you. That's the problem with my secretary."
"That isn't fair," she said, "it really isn't."
"Of course it isn't," he said, "and I tried to explain to her that I believe in democratic sex."
"Democratic sex?" she asked curiously.
"Well, yes," Frank explained, "I believe that if you go down on a chick she ought to go down on you. Doesn't that make sense?"
"Well, it certainly does," she replied, "I should say so."
"You know, honey," he said, "you never can tell about age and sex. I read about this guy who was 103 years old and his 100 year old wife was getting a divorce because he was a girl chaser."
"I don't believe it," she giggled. "You mean a guy 103 can still get an erection?"
"I didn't say that," Frank laughed, "all I said was that I read in the paper that a 100 year old woman was telling the judge that she wanted a divorce from her 103 year-old husband because he chased girls."
"That's a riot," she laughed, "how did it come out?"
"Well, the 103 year-old guy agreed to pay $7.50 a week as temporary support for his wife."
"Guess he didn't think much of her," she laughed.
"Well, maybe he didn't have much money," he said.
She looked at him and said, "How much difference is there between us in age?"
"Well, I'm almost 40," he admitted sadly, "and you sweetheart are 18."
"Is that much difference," she giggled.
"Age makes no difference to me," he said, "it's the soul."
"Are you looking at my soul now?" she giggled as his eyes darted toward her mound.
She covered it protectively with her hands.
"Now, baby," he smiled at her, "that's no way to talk."
He pulled her hands off her and smiled.
"What is there that intrigues you so much about that?"
"I don't know myself," he admitted, "but there is just something that turns me on when I look at it."
"Is it the size or the shape or the hair or what?"
"I'll tell you what I think it is," he said, "I think it's just instinct. I think we are programmed."
"Programmed?" she smiled, "what on earth are you talking about?"
"I'll tell you," he explained, "it's this. When I look at those pink pussy lips I get all trembling. I think it's because subconsciously we are all programmed to turn on with the sex organs of the other person."
"Do I turn on with you?" she smiled, as she reached for his shaft.
"I think you do, baby," he smiled.
"Alright, Uncle Frank," she admitted, "I'll tell you the truth. I do get a big charge out of looking at that snake-like cock of yours. And I like licking it. I like to see your response. I enjoy watching your ass muscles flex as you fuck. I don't know why, but I do."
"Baby, would you blow me again?" he smiled.
She wondered how much Uncle Frank was going to ask and it bothered her because she didn't want to overdo anything.
"Should I?" she asked softly.
"Yes," he said placing his hand on hers in a meaningful way.
Bending over she looked at his penis. Then she went to town with her tongue.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's beautiful. Do it!"
Now they were enjoying themselves more and more every moment.
"Oh, keep that up," he panted, "that's beautiful."
She wouldn't slip her mouth all the way over it. Instead she used her tongue to tantalize and tease his male member.
"Oh, I dig that," she gasped.
Harder and harder and faster and hotter the tongue swept over the crown of the cock.
"Keep that up," he panted, "yes, baby, that's what I want. Keep it up."
The pleasure now was building every second and she was enjoying it more and more.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it!"
Now she lavishly slid her mouth over him.
"Go to town, baby," she heard him gasp.
He was really getting a big charge out of it now and so was she.
"Eat me," he whispered, "eat your Uncle Frank's cock."
She slid her mouth smoothly up and down the tremendous tool. Then he realized that she hadn't concentrated enough on his balls.
"Baby," he panted, "slip your mouth off it, honey, and get down there and do my balls."
She went down on him and now he was really stimulated.
"Yes, yes," he panted, "that's what I want, baby. Do it!"
The hot tongue swept down and she went down to the testicles. She cupped them in her hand and licked them gently.
"That's it, baby," he panted, "Lick them. Yes, baby, love them."
It was a tremendous pleasure as they went to town.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to go!"
She became so intrigued with the idea of loving his balls effectively that she opened her mouth and let him slip them in.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, "Lick them, love them. Eat them."
Now his balls were in her mouth.
"Oh, do me," he begged, "do me."
As his balls rested comfortably in her hot mouth, she let her tongue lap out and lick. He loved the sensations.
"That's a good girl," he told her. "Oh, yes, sweetheart, that's real good."
He wanted a little double action and he told her so too.
"Reach up there, honey," he told her, "go up there!"
Then suddenly she was pumping on the penis. She became more and more stimulated herself.
"You're getting it ready," he said, "you're getting it ready to juice, sweetheart."
With good hand action, she brought him to where her tongue could sweep over the crown of it and get the juice to start surfacing.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I want!"
And then it happened. Her mouth slipped over the head of the cock and his hands reached down to grip and guide her.
"Love me, Susie," he panted, "Love your Uncle Frank!"
His penis stiffened as he stabbed. She felt it touching the back of her throat. She loved it.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's it," he panted.
He was pumping now as his ass moved in fast-paced thrusts. She loved it. Then she touched the sides of his ass. She could feel it flexing.
"Oh, I like it when your hot hands play with my ass-cheeks, baby," he told her. "That's what I want you to do."
Faster and faster the pleasure was building. Every second was more stimulating and exciting.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat it, baby. Go after the juice, honey."
She was hot for his juice and he was going to be sure she got it.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way. All the way!"
The super sensations that were surging through her were really getting to her. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, I love it," he panted, "I love it. It's like being taken in by a whirlpool-a velvet whirlpool."
She loved the way he could compare her action on his cock to beautiful things. He was making sex super.
"Oh, honey, have I got a good load for you!"
The propaganda pitch that Frank was using to get her to do more on his penis intrigued her. She liked the idea that he knew how to use psychology on her. Even though she knew she was being used, she enjoyed it.
"Oh, do it, baby," he panted, "yes, do it!"
The pleasure was building now every second.
"Love me," he panted, "Love me, love my juice."
With her hands grasping his ass-cheeks tightly and her head sliding swiftly up and down his thrusting penis, he knew he was closing in on climax.
"I'm cuming," he gasped, "I'm cuming!" Indeed he was. Thick, creamy, white cum gushed into her mouth. She devoured it anxiously. "Swallow it," he urged her, "swallow me, baby, swallow me. Oh, ah, yes, yes, swallow it."
As she slid her mouth off him, when she had finished swallowing his sperm, she smiled.
"Good load, sweetheart," he smiled.
"Beautiful!"
CHAPTER FOUR
It was evident to her that Uncle Frank wasn't going to be very generous in letting her play around with other men.
"I hope you know what I'm talking about," he said abruptly when she announced she was having a date.
"Just because I'm going out with someone, Uncle Frank, doesn't mean I'm having sex with them, does it?"
"That depends," he said nervously. "On what?" she said.
"On you," he said tightly, "because, baby, you are such a turn on, any man would go ape to have you."
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "you are such a dear heart. I only wish I was half as popular as you imagine I am."
"I know what you can do for a man," he said, "I know too well."
"Well, please don't worry about me," she said, "I'll be alright."
She met Randy at a coffee shop near the college.
"Well," Randy complained, "I thought you would never make it."
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, "my Uncle Frank detained me."
"He did, did he?" he said, "was he warning you against me?"
As she looked in Randy's eyes, she had no idea of what he meant.
"Why no," she said, "why would he?"
With a sigh of relief, he smiled. It was a complete change of attitude as if he was covering up something.
"Oh, I don't know," he said, "old people just warn young people."
"He isn't that old," she defended him.
"Alright, he isn't that old, but he is your uncle, isn't he?"
"Yes," she said quickly, "and what a dear heart he is."
"I take it you get along with him pretty well, don't you."
"Beautifully," she smiled, "we blend."
"It's nice to blend," he said.
"I think, so," she said.
Then Randy told her what he wanted to do.
"I would like to go to a movie tonight," he smiled, "and I would like to have a little fun."
"You have a nerve to mention it."
"I always do, first," he said, "I don't like to disappoint the girl."
"You mean you have no fear of being disappointed yourself?"
"There aren't many people in this world who are honest," Randy said. "Let's go for a walk."
"Yes, let's do," she said. "I think we should pursue this conversation in private."
Randy paid for their coffee and they walked out of the place. As they walked across the college campus, he talked to her.
"You know this is a college town," he said, "and things swing. There are a lot of chicks here and a lot of guys. And baby, they all play it cool."
"All doesn't include me," she said, "I'm afraid you have picked the wrong girl, Randy."
"I don't think I have," he smiled.
"Why not?" she asked curious to know how his mind reasoned.
"You're not a virgin, baby," he grinned knowingly.
That did it. It made her so furious that she slapped his face.
"I told the truth," he laughed.
That made her even more disgusted.
"What are you talking about?" she said. "I ought to have a lawyer listening and then I'd sue you for saying a thing like that. That's slander."
"It is not," he smiled, "it has to be a lie to be slander. And I was only telling the truth."
She looked at him strangely, wondering if he possessed a mystical power that could reveal to him about her past.
"How did you guess that," she asked, "of course it's the wrong guess. But I would like to know how you arrived at your wrong conclusion."
"Wrong conclusion," he said, "I don't quite think so."
"Of course it was," she said, "and you know it, very well."
"Sweetheart," he said, "you are a dear liar."
"I'm not a liar," she said, "when you get to know me better you will know that."
"I don't know who you've been making it with," he said, "but you have the look of somebody who is sexually satisfied. Oh, I can tell it by your walk, the sparkle in your eyes. There's a certain something I can tell it by."
"That's a lot of hogwash," she said, "but I want to give you credit for one thing. You have a vivid imagination."
"Oh, I do," he laughed, "but sometimes a vivid imagination is really just truth."
"Well, sometimes a vivid imagination can get you in a lot of trouble. like now."
She got in Randy's car and they drove off together.
"I wonder why you like to tell lies?" he said, "are you covering up some secret?"
To herself she thought, it's not my secret, it's Uncle Frank's. He's the one that has the crush on me and why, why did I ever get involved in such a trap. These thoughts and thoughts like these whirled in her mind as she listened to him.
"A girl like you could drive any man ape," he said.
The words registered in her mind as she vividly recalled her Uncle Frank saying these very words only hours before.
"Frank," she said, "I wonder-"
"Now look, I'm not your Uncle Frank," he said, "remember me, I'm Randy!"
"Oh, Randy," she said wondering if she was flipping out, "I want to tell you something. You're a nice kid and all and I don't blame you for wanting to ball, however, don't you ever dig a girl for another reason ? "
"Well, I can't think of a better reason," he said.
"Don't you think that is terribly shallow?"
"What's shallow," he said, "I've got a limited vocabulary."
"Yeah," she said, "probably limited to the four letter words beginning with fuck!"
"Well, there's another one I like too," he said, "it involves the tongue."
She looked at him and glared as he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue around in the air.
"Quit making half-circles with your tongue in the air," she said, "you are not going to seduce me."
"Oh, yes, I am," he insisted, "and you're going to enjoy it too."
"Look, Randy," she said, "stop the car and let me out."
Randy stopped the car much to her surprise. Then Susan got out and began walking. She didn't ask one question as she walked away in the darkness.
Then she began worrying. She ran back to find him and he had already started up the engine.
"Stop Randy," she said, "stop. Some sex maniac might get me."
"He might be better at it than me," he chuckled.
She got in the car with him and sat beside him.
"I'm sorry, I sounded off," she said, "I suppose you have one idea on your mind and you feel you have every right to."
"Well, I figured I had a right to get a fuck, now and then," he said. "What normal guy doesn't?"
"Well, that's true," she said, "but really Randy do you think you should be screwing girls like me?"
"That's the best kind," he said, "not the tough bitches, a sweet girl like you."
"Randy," she said, "you are a very attractive young man."
"Let's just park," he said, "we don't need to go to a drive-in."
"If you want to, okay."
He parked the car. A few moments later on a bluff overlooking the lake, they sat with the moonlight filtering through the trees above them. He got out of the car.
"Let's just lie here," he said, "and use this blanket here."
He pulled a blanket out of the back seat and she smiled.
"You come prepared, don't you?" she said. "I do baby," he said, "I do."
He reached in and brought out a thermos jug. "What have you got in that."
"Coffee," he smiled.
He poured some for her in a small container and handed it to her. She sipped it.
"That's not coffee," she said, "that's not coffee at all."
"No, it's a lot better than coffee," he said, "go ahead, baby, it won't hurt."
As she drank the contents of the container, she felt a lift.
"Oh, I feel great," she sighed, "yes, baby, yes."
"You're a real turn-on, honey," he smiled, "a real turn-on."
The two of them were really getting stimulated now looking at each other.
"Baby," he said, "those breasts, are they real?"
"Of course, they are," she smiled.
"But I wouldn't know for sure unless I saw them."
"And I know what the next step is," Susan laughed. "You wouldn't know if they were for real unless you touched them. Then!"
"Then, heaven," he smiled.
He reached over and began helping her out of her blouse. With her blouse off, she refused to take off her bra.
"You can see them," she said softly, "but that's enough."
As he sat there looking at her in her bra, he realized that she did indeed have gorgeous breasts. He would have much preferred to see more of her, but that was impossible.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "Let me tell you something. If you use your wits we can really have fun. But, I'm going to insist on one thing. That you never tell anybody."
"Well, what do you want me to do, Randy?" she said, "you make it sound like murder."
"Well, it's just my own hang-up."
"What is your hang-up?" she asked.
"It's a weirdo," he said, "I like to look at pictures, you know."
"Of naked women, no doubt," she said.
"How did you guess?"
"Oh, that was easy, baby, most men do."
"But I have my variation," he said.
"What's that," she asked curiously.
"Well, when I'm looking," he smiled, "I like to reach down with one hand and grip the balls and reach with the other and...."
He stopped talking. He was a little bit shy and embarrassed to tell her what he did.
"Go on, Randy," she said, "no one will ever know but me."
"I'll confess," he said. "I use my hand."
"Well, what has that got to do with me?" she asked her forehead creasing as she wondered if he expected her to reach out and grip his penis for him.
"Well," he hesitated, "if you really don't want to ball, you could just take off everything and then I could-"
"You could what?" she asked seriously.
"You could let me ball with my hands."
"Oh, no, Randy, that would be ridiculous. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to touch me and maybe just press it against me, but I don't think you should stick it in me."
"Oh, could I?" he asked eagerly, "could I really?"
"Yes, Randy," she said, "I think it would be good for you to have something to do with a woman. Now you go right ahead."
It was becoming perfectly obvious to her that she might indeed be performing a service for young Randy. She looked at him sadly and said, "You know Randy, I had you figured so differently."
"Yeah," he said, "I put on a wild impression, don't I."
"You certainly do, sweetheart," she said. "I usually tell the girls I am going to be a wild fuck," he chuckled.
"Now why do you say that?"
"Because, baby," he said, "I want to give the impression that I'm a real stud. Because I am sure I am."
"Oh, Randy," she said, "you almost make me laugh, but it's sad."
"It is, isn't it," he said.
"Randy," she said, "I'm going to let you look at my breasts and if you want to you can touch them. I'll even let you lick them."
He was too flabbergasted to say another word. He was overcome with passion and desire.
"Alright, here they are."
Quietly, she slipped the bra off. As the giant sized breasts popped into view, his mouth watered.
"Oh, Susan," he smiled, "what a pair of knockers you've got. That's too much."
"Aren't they tremendous?" she said, "I'm not humble."
"Well, who could be humble with a pair of tits like that?"
"Don't refer to them as tits," she said, "I hate all that cheap talk. Why don't you just call them bosoms or breasts?"
"Alright," he smiled, "I'll call them bosoms."
Now that she was satisfied that he had referred to her adornments in the proper manner, she didn't mind at all that his fingers were touching them.
"Actually," she said, "I'm doing you a favor, I'm giving you a sex education. It's a very pragmatic course."
"What's pragmatic?" he asked, looking up.
"That's practical, baby," she said, "isn't this a practical way to learn all about sex?"
"Yes," he smiled, "beautiful."
Bending over he made a tongue trail to the nipple of her left breast and while he was licking on its nipple, he manipulated his fingertips around the other breast.
"Randy," she sighed, "oh, yes, darling, that's beautiful. I love it!"
The super sensations that were flooding his being now, were really getting to him.
"Keep that up, darling," she sighed, "that's what I want."
The passionate pleasure that he was feeling at this moment was increasing in intensity.
"Lick them," she sighed softly, "Lick my beautiful bosoms,. "
Now Randy was licking. His tongue was making a trail from one nipple to the other. Always, his hand was busy. When he wasn't licking one breast he was massaging and playing with it. When he pulled away, she asked him quietly, "How was it?"
"Delicious," he smiled, "just delicious, lover."
Now she was ready to give him more.
"Well, your sex education course wouldn't be complete without seeing down there."
"I want to see it down there," he smiled.
"Okay, honey," she said, rising.
Dramatically she got to her feet and then slid out of her skirt. She had tight fitting panties that revealed a moist crotch.
"Oh, wow!" Randy said, hardly able to keep his hands from pulling her panties down.
She observed his shyness and she said quietly, "You can pull them down if you want to."
"I want to," he said, "I really want to."
Reaching up he slowly slid the sheer, lacy panties off her. As he did so, her vagina came into view. As he looked at it, he licked his lips excitedly.
"You like that, huh?" she giggled.
"Oh, I love it, baby," he panted, "Let me get in there with my tongue."
"You're too young to use your tongue," she said. "I bet you don't even know how to do it."
"To tell you the truth, I don't," he said, "but I heard so much about it from the guys at college that I thought it was the thing to say to a chick to turn her on."
"That depends," she said, "if you had your tongue running into too many pussys, no girl is going to want you. It isn't sanitary, honey."
"Forget that part of it," he said, "It's luscious. Let me lick it."
His eyes were riveted on her moist fur-trimmed triangle.
"Oh, Randy, baby," she said, "slow down, honey. Take it cool."
"Yes baby," he smiled, "but you're driving me up the wall."
"Am I really," she laughed.
"You know it, honey," he nodded.
Moment by moment he was getting more turned on and so was she.
"Oh, baby," he sighed, "are you ever gorgeous. Oh, honey, let me lick."
She was really excited now. Every second she was becoming more and more stimulated at the prospect of making love to him.
"Sweetheart," she sighed, "just gently slide your tongue around. None of that rough stuff. I hate it when a groovy guy grabs the ass and plunges in there. I like it slow and easy."
"Sounds like you've had quite a few," he said softly.
"Well, I've had my share," she said, "not too many, not too few, just right."
He didn't wait for anymore small talk. His hands reached up to grip her ass-cheeks. Then as he went to town with his tongue, he sniffed the aroma of her moisture. It thrilled and elated him. This was the moment of truth that he had waited for for so long. He always wondered how and when and where it would happen. Little did he realize when he first met dreamy little Susan that she would be the one to guide his sliding tongue into her womanhood.
"Oh, Randy," she sighed, "you don't know what you're doing to me. Go in there, lick it, love it. Oh, yes, baby, yes, that's what I want."
The hot passion was pulsating through her body at this point and burning them both up with lust.
"Slow down that tongue, honey," she told him, "you are moving in a bit too fast."
He slowed down his tongue movements. He didn't want to go too quickly.
"Yes, yes, lover, that's it. Lap it up, lick it up. Oh, that's what I want!"
The hot delight of what was happening now was really reaching her now.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat me, baby."
The delicious substance was building now and she could hardly stand it.
"That's it, baby, lick the love button. You see it?"
Randy saw it alright and it was all that he had hoped for and more. Licking it swiftly, he found his delighted tongue moving faster. It was almost as if he had inherited a distinctive tongue tempo.
"Pick up the pace, sweetheart," she said, "that's too slow for a fast girl."
Indeed it was too slow for Susan because she was a very fast girl. She was grinding her hips now as his tongue now was sliding in. She loved the feel of his hot hands on her buttocks.
"Massage the ass, sweetheart," she smiled at her young lover as he knelt before her.
"Now, you're doing it, baby, just like a pro!"
That statement made him so remarkably happy that he pulled his tongue up and glanced at her.
"Am I really that good ? " he grinned.
"You're great," she said, "and you're going to be greater when you get your tongue back in there and talk about it later."
"Alright," he agreed, as he slid his tongue back into her furry hole.
Now, he was pumping away with feverish pitch.
"Yes, baby, come on, do it. Oh, ahh, yes, yes. Love it, lap it. Ohh, Randy," she panted, as she ground her hips and tossed her head to this side and that. Her lust-glazed eyes glanced down at him. He was exciting her. She was an exciting sight for him to see. Her long hair flying as he did his thing.
"Stick it in," she panted, "pump it to me. Oh, sweetheart, now you're loving it. Lick it Lash it!"
Urged on, spurred by her compliments, Randy was performing to optimum.
"Eat it," she cried in sexual ecstasy, "eat it. Eat it, baby. Eat the pussy. Now you're doing it. Yes, baby, gorgeous. That's the way to do it. Love it!"
The hot tongue lashed away at the clit. The pleasure did not diminish. It increased with every throbbing plunge of the slippery tongue.
"Oh, ah, Randy, lover, Randy!"
Reaching down she guided the head of the young, shy man. She considered herself quite a lover and Uncle Frank had been her teacher. Now, she felt it her solemn duty and obligation to pass on all the delightful lovemaking tricks that she had learned to her young, temperamental and somewhat shy lover. Randy felt happy. This was his opportunity to make it.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes!"
The pumping tongue was bringing her increasing pleasure with every movement.
"Oh, I just love it," she sighed, "I love it, baby!"
The super sensations that were surging through her body now were really getting to her.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "what a beautiful, beautiful baby!"
All at once she gushed. Now, he licked quickly.
"That's it, baby," she said, "get all of it. Good to the last drop!"
She reached down, guiding his head as his hot tongue pumped away, licking up her juices.
"Oh, sweetheart," she panted, "you don't know what you're doing to me with that tongue of yours."
Little did she know that he did. For, he had imagined doing it over and over. And in imagination he had licked like this time and again. So once the beautiful opportunity had presented itself, he made the most of it and let his sliding tongue pump away.
"Oh, Randy," she sighed, "you're too much. You're too much!"
He pulled his tongue out and grinned.
"You're sweet to eat," he smiled, "really sweet, baby."
She laughed gaily as she looked at him.
"Now I haven't seen you, honey, at all," she smiled smoothly. "When does that pleasure come?"
"Hey, I'll give you that pleasure, treasure, any time."
"Hey, that rhymes, honey," she said, "you're poetic."
"I guess I'm passionate, baby," he said, "pure passion."
"I'll help you undress," she smiled, as she walked toward him naked. Now she undid his belt and then she reached in under his shorts and felt his rod.
"Oh, honey," she cried, "just in time. I feel by the head of it, that you're starting to juice."
"Just beginning, baby," he said, "the flash flood hasn't happened yet."
"That's when I want my mouth capped over it," she said, "I bet you give a good load."
"You're betting right, baby," he smiled, "and the balls are sure loaded after that beautiful kissing and loving session with your pussy."
"Alright honey," she said, "slide out of everything. I want you bare-assed naked, just like you made me get."
He slid off his shirt while she helped him with his pants. Soon he was down to his shorts. She glanced at them and smiled.
"Those are what you call brief briefs, aren't they honey?" she said.
"Do you like them?" he asked.
"Sure do, honey," she said, "why?"
"Well, the guy who sold them to me told me that women dig these."
"Well, good, and I can see why. It lets the old cock show itself off to best advantage,"
"You know it," he said, smiling.
Now she was ready. As he slowly slid out of his shorts she got a good look at his huge tool.
"Oh, you've got a big one, baby," she smiled, "a real big one."
"Yes, I have, honey," he smiled, "do you like it?"
"I can tell better when I skin it back and look at the head," she informed him. Then reaching down she gripped his tool and proudly pulled it back. As he saw her doing it, he trembled with passion and excitement.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's beautiful!"
He was indeed excited and delighted now.
"Will you do me?" he smiled.
"Sure, honey," she said. "Let's lie down on that blanket again. I'll show you some lovemaking."
He lay on the blanket.
"Honey," she said, "Let's build up some suspense."
"If you want to do it that way," he smiled, "do it that way." Now, she had him lying on his stomach. She began massaging his back, working down to the swells of his buttocks. Then she brushed her generous sized breasts over his ass.
"Oh, do I ever like it," he told her, "that's what I love. Brush those beautiful bosoms down on my buttocks."
She crushed them down and then added a little tongue licking sensation too. His spine tickled as she licked away at his buttocks. She would massage one cheek as she licked the other. He liked this excitement. Then gently she would lick at the crack. That was as far as she would go.
"Flip over, sweetheart," she said, "so that I can go down."
"Oh, baby," he panted, "it's too much."
Her mouth was sliding down his shaft. Her tight lips encased his thrusting tool and he quivered with passion and desire.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "you have no idea how much you turn me on. Yes, baby, yes, that's what I want. All the way."
The passion was building in him every minute. He could hardly stand it.
"Oh, love me," she begged, "Love me darling."
The super delight of the hot licking tongue was making them more excited together.
"Oh, sweetheart, let me feel your throat."
He rammed it hard and the head of the shaft touched the back of her throat. "Oh, I love this," he panted, "I love that, baby."' All at once she felt a little juice erupt. She slid off quickly.
"I'm warning you baby," she said, "if you don't watch it, you'll have premature orgasm." His face clouded.
"What is that?" he asked cautiously. "It's bad, baby," she said, "real bad. You want this thing to last as long as it can. Right."
"Right," he agreed.
"Well, okay," she told him, "then you got to do it just right." He smiled at her now.
"Sweetheart," she said, "just plunge in slower. When you're ready to gun it, just rev your engine up."
"Okay, honey," he said, "but it will be very difficult to slow it down when you excite me so much."
Now the pumping tool went into her. Every second became more and more exciting.
"Do it, baby," he gasped, "do it!"
The super sensations were flooding his being now and were almost more than he could bear.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way!"
The furious pitch of thrusting increased in intensity. Now they were going out of their gourds with delight.
"Eat it," he told her excitedly, "eat it, baby, eat it."
It wasn't taking Randy long to overcome his shyness. As his well lubricated shaft slid in and out, her lips tightened on it. Gently she bore down with her teeth. She looked at it and admired the size of it. It was thick and hard and long. She liked his curly, brown pubic hair. And she enjoyed the sight of his balls. One was hanging lower than the other, and they were swinging in unison now as they thrust forward with him.
Grasping her head, he held her in place.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat cock. Oh give me a good head job. That's it. That is beautiful. Yes, yes, yes!"
He was going at it much too intensely and this annoyed her. She didn't want him to spurt in spasms of sperm but she wanted him to rhythmically slide in there. With a well lubricated cock going down her throat, she realized that it would be fun, if he would use a little bit of reserve. But she couldn't tell him exactly how to use his own penis, so she relented and let him do it as he wanted.
In rapid fire thrusts he continued riding into her. Grasping her head he guided her carefully. He liked to watch his own saliva-slickened tool as he glanced down.
"Eat me," he cried, "eat me, baby, eat it all!"
Suddenly, she felt him revving up. She knew that he was getting ready for the final plunge into her face.
"Oh, ahh, yes, yes, yes."
Now he was going out of his mind with delight as she finished.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "wow!"
It was a magical moment for her as the hot juice jetted into her mouth.
"Lick it, baby, lick it."
Now he was delighted and stimulated.
"Oh, ahh, yes, baby, yes. That's what I want!"
The super sensations that were flooding him now really turned him on all the way.
"Oh, ah, yes, sweetheart, yes. That's what I dig."
Now, he was going out of his mind with delight as she continued doing her thing.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that is wild. You really know how to do it, honey. Yes, baby, yes, all the way."
When she had finished draining him, she slowly slid her mouth off his tool, and then she kissed the head of it affectionately and reached down to cup his big balls in her hand and toyed with them. He loved the feel of her fingers massaging his testicles.
"You really know how to make love." he said. Susan smiled at him.
"That's because I'm a loving person," she said, "and a loving person isn't afraid to make love to every part of the body. But it's more than that, honey," she explained. "You are a nice person."
He looked down at her shyly and asked, "Am I really?"
"Sure you are," she said, "I will admit that you came on pretty strong tonight and all that talk about you being a wild fuck was a lot of crap. Nevertheless, honey, all you wanted was to get your rocks off, right?"
"Right," he said, "you hit it right on the nail."
She smiled and laughed.
"You're a wonderful guy," she assured him, "and believe me you deserve a lot of congratulations."
"For what?" he asked her.
"For being as decent as you are," she said, "that's why I enjoyed your thing."
"My cock enjoyed it too," he smiled.
He sat down beside her now and gently wrapped his arms around her. She loved it when he crushed his chest against her breast.
"Would you mind rubbing them back and forth for me?" he smiled shyly.
"If that's what you would enjoy, Randy," she smiled, "that's what I will do for you."
She massaged her breasts into his chest. He loved the sensation this produced.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful."
No doubt about it she was really turning on with him.
"Honey," she smiled, "if you keep this up, you'll be getting me hot again."
"Well, that's the general idea," he grinned, "wouldn't you like to ball with me once more?"
"Once more with feeling," she laughed.
"Right on," he said, "that's the only way to fuck."
"Yes, Randy," she said, "it is, but not many people realize that."
"I guess that's true. They are selfish. All they want is their own satisfaction and they never think that they actually are communicating with part of their flesh with another person, do they ? "
"Right," she said, "say anything you want about fucking, but after all is said and done it's the communication of more than two bodies, but two personalities."
"Merging into one," he completed the idea for her.
"Randy, baby," she smiled, "we are going to make it again. Lots of times."
"You bet your sweet ass we will."
"Should you be saying ass?" she asked, puzzled.
"Well, it makes me horny to say it," he smiled.
"Well, if it makes you horny to say ass, you say ass and it's first class."
Before they would go on with some more action, he wanted to get some more liquor to drink. He reached over for the container and poured another drink.
"You drink quite a bit of that stuff, don't you, Randy?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yes, baby," he said, "it's laced with something."
"I'm afraid to ask," she laughed, as she drank herself.
Now the two of them were happy and stimulated.
"You're beautiful, baby," he told her, "you really are and you don't know how much I am enjoying this."
The sensations that were flooding through her body at this point were really getting to her.
"Baby," he smiled, "you are a wow!"
"Am I?" she grinned.
"Yes, baby," he assured her, "you really are." The two of them were relaxing now. Then he kissed her passionately.
"I love you baby," he said, "and nothing can ever change that."
"Well, I love you too, darling," she sighed, "and I want you an awful lot."
The pleasure was building and once more they were passionately fond of each other.
"Brush those breasts across me again," he insisted.
She not only brushed her breasts but she brushed her cheeks and her lips. As he felt her lips pressing on his face at all sides, he whispered, "You're beautiful."
"So are you," she answered.
"No," Randy laughed, "I'm handsome. I can't be beautiful."
"Yes, you are," she insisted, "and all over too."
To emphasize what she meant by all over, she reached for his shaft and began toying with it.
"You like to play with that, don't you?" he grinned.
"Yes, honey," she said, "I do. It fascinates me."
"It's a funny thing, lover," he said, "but you fascinate me down there too."
"Maybe that's why opposites attract," she laughed.
"It very well may be," he grinned.
Then the two of them were locked in a tight embrace again. Sensuously their lips pressed against each other.
"Love me?" he smiled again.
"With all my heart," she said.
"Who could ask for anything more?" he laughed.
Then they finished their necking and got dressed. As they drove back to the city she was worried. She knew that her Uncle Frank would be furious. However, she tried to calm herself.
"Will I see you again tomorrow?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, Randy, of course you will."
"Your Uncle Frank won't mind?"
"Oh, not in the least," she said, "he is very broadminded in his thinking."
"Well, that's good," he said.
"Yes," she laughed, "it is good isn't it?"
"You bet, baby," he smiled.
Then they kissed and parted a few moments later.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Susan got home, her Uncle Frank was quite disturbed. He was waiting up for her and as she walked down the hall to her bedroom, he called out, "Hey, I want to talk to you."
"What about?" she demanded.
"Come in here Susan," he said.
Susan went in and saw him lying on the bed stark naked.
"I'm going," she said, "I shouldn't be here."
"Oh, yes you should," he said, "you wanted me to invite you here, didn't you?"
"Well, sure I did," she said quietly, "but I certainly don't want to have to put up with anything tonight. I've been through enough."
"Tell me what you've been through?" he insisted.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh," he said smoothly, "you probably don't."
Strangely she could see that he was beginning an erection while he was talking. Apparently, the very sight of her under any conditions could cause him to respond.
"Now look, baby," he said, "I want to tell you something."
"What?" she said, her face going white with fear.
"I want to tell you that I never want to have this happen again. You don't know what hell you've put me through."
"Leave me alone," she insisted.
"No," he said, "I'm not leaving you alone at all."
"Stop it," she insisted, "stop it."
He wouldn't pay any attention to her. He was realizing for the first time that he had to put the brakes on any other relationship.
"You can't stop me from doing anything," she said.
"Oh, yes I can," he grinned.
"How can you?" she demanded.
"I can send you back to your folks," he smiled.
"You wouldn't do that," she said.
"You'd be surprised what I'd do if I had to," he grinned at her.
"Uncle Frank," she said, "you have no right."
"Better look at me," he said, "and don't walk away from me."
"Well, I'll be damned," she said, "how dare you make me promise you anything. I'm going out with who I want. Have you got that straight?"
He shook his head and smiled confidently at her.
"Look, sweetheart," he said, "I'm going to do what I want with you. Have you got that straight?"
"Damn you," she snapped indignantly, "you're awful."
"I've been awfully lenient with you," he said, "and I don't appreciate your attitude. Not one damned bit."
"Will you be reasonable?" she insisted.
"How can I be reasonable," he said, "you and I were meant to have sex together. And while we're having sex I don't want anyone else breaking up our affair."
Realizing how much it meant to him, she tried to tone her rage down. She walked over to him and said, "Well, goodnight and thanks for being so decent."
Now he was really bitter.
"Look," he said, "I don't want you talking that way to me, understand?"
"Yes," she said, "I understand.
He got out of bed and ran over to her. Throwing his arms around her, he began pressing his naked body at her.
"You good for nothing bastard," she snapped.
"You better not talk to me that way," Uncle Frank said.
"That's right," she said, "that's what you are and you know it. It's a shame that my mom and dad don't know about us."
"Oh, hell, they'd disown you if they did," he said.
"Do you think so?" she said. "Sure I do," he said.
That gave her some reason not to get so angry. Then she smiled at him.
"What made you smile?" he asked.
"Oh, I guess it's just you pressing against me," she said, as visions of her parents finding out flashed through her mind.
"Apparently, baby," he said, "you feel something for me too. Wouldn't you say?"
"Apparently, I do," she smiled.
Then he pressed her backwards with his lips and she almost fell over, he hugged her so tightly. Soon he was plunging his tongue into her mouth.
"Oh, baby," he said, "I've got to have you. Have a heart."
Now she was so excited that she wanted him too and it bothered her. Reason had vanished from her thoughts.
"I'll do it good for you," he said, "I'll bet I do it better than he can. He did fuck you didn't he?"
"Thanks a lot," she said, "but no."
"I don't give up easy, baby," he insisted. "Now listen to me."
"I'm listening," she said, "but I'm not buying. Do you mind."
"You bet your ass I mind," he said, "I'm going to get in there and fuck you."
"No, you're not," she insisted, "I don't like your attitude. You're possessive."
"Give me one of those good fucks," he begged. "That's what I want, baby. Just one good fuck."
Now he was becoming more and more excited.
"Oh, baby," he said, "we are going to have so much fun."
Even though it didn't seem like fun to her she knew she had to go through with it. Now he was on his knees.
"Raise your skirt. That's it. Pull down your panties."
She did as she was instructed. Then Uncle Frank let his hot tongue lick out.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she panted excitedly, "I love that. Oh, that's beautiful!"
As he did his thing she became more and more excited.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "that feels good."
Now he was enjoying it. The hot tongue stabbed in there. Withdrawing his tongue now that he had got her registering, he decided that it would be best if she stripped and got on the bed.
"Sweetheart," he smiled nicely, "Let's get on the bed. That will be more fun."
She didn't complain. He had her right where he wanted her and he knew it. She knew it sadly.
It didn't take long now for them to have a ball. He went to town with his tongue once he had her stark naked. As she lay there he went back and forth with his tongue and reached up with his hands.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "Oh, yes, do it." The pleasure was building every moment. "Oh, baby," she panted, "I love it. Yes, baby, yes!"
Now they were really enjoying themselves.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "you are too much."
He was eating her now and how she loved it. The hot tongue stabbed in there.
"Yes," he told her, "that's the way, honey."
The super sensations that swept through her now erased all doubt in her mind that she dug Uncle Frank. Yes, she liked Randy too. That was a dilemma. It was a marvel to her that she could move from one man to another. She had always thought of herself as being true to one person. However, she was discovering young, that there are many types of love. She was exhibiting one type of love for him and quite another for Randy.
"Eat me, Uncle Frank," she panted eagerly, "eat me."
He pulled his mouth off her a moment and smiled.
"Honey," he told her, "if you will just throw your legs up and over my neck you will like that."
Her legs went up and she threw them around his neck.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that is beautiful."
It was a fantastic moment for them both.
"I like this," she panted as she thrust her pelvis forward. Reaching down she guided his head over her there.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "I love that."
The super sensations that were flooding her being were driving her out of her gourd.
"Oh, keep that up," she panted, "keep licking. Yes, like that!"
The sensations that were flooding her being now were almost more than she could stand. He loved it too.
As he licked away, she kept wondering about his sex life all the years before. It bothered her. Who had he made it with? Or had he just stayed alone and brooded? Maybe that was why he was coming on so strong now. She wondered.
"Eat it," she cried Without inhibition, "eat my pussy. Lick it there, lap it up."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The pleasure was building now. Every moment it was more intensely exciting.
"Oh, I love that," she panted, "I love it."
Indeed she did love it and so did he. The hot licking tongue was starting to make the juice come. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clitoris. She wiggled.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's it!"
The super sensations that were flooding her body now were getting to her.
"Oh, I love that," she panted, "I love it."
There was no doubt about it, they were having a ball. Then she juiced. As the hot juice flooded his face, he pressed his lips tighter to her vagina lips. Then, embracing her back with his hands, he pressed her tighter.
"Eat me now," she cried excitedly, "eat it."
Finished, he quietly withdrew. He knew that he had conquered her with lust. He knew that she had enjoyed it too. That was the part that made him the most happy.
"Was I good?" she said.
The innocence with which she said this really got to him.
"Very good," he smiled. "Excellent."
He was inspired that she could get so fired with his fuck.
"You use your tongue like a penis," she smiled.
"That is the general idea," he grinned.
"Well, baby," he said, "we'll make it every which way. That why I'm glad we are together."
"What would you like to do now?" she asked.
"You know what I would dig more than anything?" he smiled back at her.
"Tell me."
"I would just love to plunge my penis into your pussy. I'd give you a real good fuck. Would you like to try it?"
"Would I ever," she smiled.
Straddling her, he aimed his huge shaft at her vagina lips.
"Shove it in there," she smiled.
Soon the hard tool jammed in there.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, I love that!"
She loved it very much and now she was working her vagina muscles around his shaft. He had gotten her so stimulated that she was giving him the natural lubrication that makes sex easy.
"Baby," he told her, "if you would grip my tool with your vagina, I could get some new sensations and you could get some wild thrills too."
Squeezing, she could feel his shaft tighten and she did enjoy it more.
"Like this, Uncle Frank?" she said innocently.
It was her innocence that really got to him.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's what I like."
They were really enjoying this now.
"Grab my ass while I'm fucking you," he smiled.
She gripped his ass.
"That's it," he told her. "Now honey, I want you to run your hands up and down my back. Yes, just like that."
She was learning various tricks of the trade that added to the pleasure.
"Oh, that feels great," he told her as he went on pumping into her.
Not only did he get kicks that way, but he would press down and lift up on her breasts.
"You're hurting me," she complained.
"But doesn't it hurt good, honey?" he smiled as he went on doing various things to stimulate her.
"Oh, fuck me, Uncle Frank," she begged, as she reached down to clutch his ass. She massaged it as he went to town.
"Beautiful, baby, now you're picking up the rhythm. Oh, honey, just like that."
The hot hands reached down there and she pressed on the prostate.
"Oh, I like that," he panted, "I like that a lot."
Indeed he did and now, she was learning how to massage the prostate effectively.
"Baby," he said, "when I shoot my tool, you keep pressing there and that's how you'll get more juice."
"Sure baby," she told him. The whole idea excited her more every moment.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, "fuck me, fuck me." She was thrusting up meeting his cock jabs too.
"Just like that, baby," he said, "that's what I like. I like a woman who participates."
She was participating alright and driving him out of his gourd.
The super excitement that surged through him was really getting to him.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "I'll be cuming soon. It can't last long."
Now he was almost there.
"Oh, fuck it," he panted, "fuck, baby, fuck."
Soon, he juiced.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming!"
She remembered what he told her and she let her fingers press hard on his prostate as his penis continued erupting with its white, hot lava. She ground her hips around and kept the fingers there.
"What a fuck," he cried out. "Oh, ah, yes, yes, you really know how to do it."
The two of them were ecstatic. They had made it together and they were really happy.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, "you don't know how great you are for me."
"We fit together, don't we?" she smiled.
He nodded.
"I fit together with you better than I ever have with anybody." He didn't quit pumping until he had finished shooting. Then he just lay there a moment.
"Let me catch my breath. Just a minute."
She smiled and her cute little eyebrows went up and up.
"Am I alright?"
"Oh, honey," he said, "you don't know how good you are for me."
There was no doubt about it, they were really enjoying each other.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "you are wonderful. I could be fucked, and fucked by you."
"I could too," he said, "I just want to keep screwing you." '
Then he had an idea. Withdrawing his penis from her vagina, he pulled it up her body to her breasts.
"Oh, that's a slippery thing," she said.
"Now massage it," he said, "massage it in the valley between your beautiful breasts."
It did feel good to have the huge shaft there. She could examine it closely.
"Oh, yes," she admitted, "the sensation is good."
"I knew it would be with your big breasts," he said.
She could feel his testicles dragging on her and she loved the sensation of the shaft there. "Beautiful," he told her, "beautiful."
There wasn't the least shadow of a doubt in his mind that he had her back where he wanted her.
She was doing this now quite awhile.
"I'm getting hard again, honey," he said, "Let me go wash it off and then you can have it."
She nodded.
He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She watched him as he washed it off.
As she glanced at him over at the sink cleaning it, she thought to herself, he was really quite a man and she decided that she preferred him to Randy. The old loyalty that she felt before she had. Randy was coming back. Uncle Frank was indeed quite a man.
Coming back, Uncle Frank smiled at her.
"I'm ready, tiger," he grinned.
"So am I."
Now he was eager to give her a good time. And, when he returned and straddled her he let his buttocks collide with her breasts. She loved the sensation of his buttocks crashing there.
"Look what I've got for you honey," he grinned.
She took it in her hands and licked the head of it. In a moment her mouth opened, seized the opportunity and enveloped it.
"Yes, baby," he panted, "that's it. Give me some good throat action."
Now he was really excited. Ramming it down her throat he went to town.
"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, ah, I love it. I love it."
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's just the way I like it."
The sensations now were increasing as she licked and he loved every moment of it all the more.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, let's slide it in there."
He gripped her head and guided her and now she was eagerly awaiting that moment of ecstasy.
"Oh, ah yes ... yes beautiful!"
The sensations were driving him out of his mind. The lust was rampant and the hot excitement of her outer lips appealed to him too. He loved to look at the shaft as it slid in there.
"Eat it," he gasped, "eat it, baby."
She didn't stop for a second. The pleasure was mounting every minute.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
She knew that he would be spurting soon. She was eager for the taste of it.
"Sure," he panted, "you're going to get it. Oh, yes, all the way!"
It didn't take much longer now and the hot penis exploded.
"Oh," he panted, "we made it!"
The shaft was still exploding, as she kept hanging on. She loved to grip it tightly with her lips.
"Ohh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way!"
Without missing a stroke, he kept thrusting. More juice spurted out of him. It had never cum this much. It was obvious to him that he could turn on with her as he had never turned on with any woman before.
When she had finished, he slowly pulled it out and looked at her.
"That was beautiful," he said, "you have no idea, baby, how much I enjoy you."
"Oh, yes, I do," she said, "you sure shot a lot."
"That is the test baby," he admitted, "that is the real test."
"Sure it is," she smiled.
Then, he lay beside her.
"What are we going to do about us?" he asked her.
"Well, I'll just have to tell Randy," she said, "I hate to, but I must."
"It means that much to you doesn't it baby?" he smiled.
"Yes, it does," she admitted quietly.
"Oh, it's going to be such great fun," he smiled, "just you and me always making it."
"That's right," she assured him.
Suddenly he got to planning.
"Now, baby, if we went to another country maybe you and I could get married. We wouldn't have to say we were related in any way."
"It would never work," she said, "they would always trace us."
"Would they?" he said, "Let's say that we went south of the border down Mexico way."
"And never come back?" she asked him wide-eyed.
"What would we come back for?" he grinned.
"Oh, I couldn't do that Uncle Frank," she told him frankly. "I just couldn't."
"If you loved me enough, you could."
"You know I love you," she said, "but I couldn't leave all my friends behind me."
"Do they mean more to you than I do?"
"It isn't that," she said quietly.
"Well, then what is it?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, "I don't know, but please leave me alone."
As she thought about it more, she realized that he was going off the deep end.
"Uncle Frank," she tried to help him understand, "it's alright if we have sex. I don't mind that but we can't get married."
"Marriage is the one thing that would make what we do right," he said sadly. "Can't you understand that?"
Now he was looking at her with a strange look in his eyes. It bothered her. Suddenly, it all came together like a crossword puzzle. It all fitted together.
"Don't you see what you're doing?" she shrieked. "You are trying to make me the wife that you lost. You can't do that. You can't go back trying to make that other marriage work. It won't work, Uncle Frank."
"Yes, it will," he said, "as long as we are married. It isn't right to live like this. I don't want to shack up with anybody."
"But what do you think others would think," she said, "if they knew how warped we are."
"Are we warped?" he asked her sincerely.
"Yes, Uncle Frank," she said, "we are warped, very warped."
Now he was gazing off in the distance and she was worried about him. His eyes were sad as he thought vividly about things that had happened before.
"I hope I haven't hurt you," she said softly.
"Oh, you haven't hurt me, honey," he said, "at least not very much."
"Uncle Frank," she said, "please, please relax."
"I'll try to," he said quietly.
She knew she had to get some rest, and so she went to bed. But the very next day, she went to her counselor at college.
"Yes, Susan," Betty Murphy smiled, "What can I do to help you, dear?"
"I have a real big problem," she said softly.
"Well, tell me what it is," she said, "maybe I can help you."
Betty Murphy looked at her in such a cool crisp way that it was difficult for her to relate the intimate details of what she thought she must.
"Well, what did you want to tell me?" she repeated, becoming disgusted that she wouldn't speak up.
"It's very painful for me to talk about it," she said.
"Pain or no pain, dear," she said, "we've got a lot of work around here. And you're giving me a pain somewhere else."
"I read you," she said, "you're short on time. Well, I'll rap with you. I'll tell you."
Then she paused.
"Susan," she said, "I'm sorry but if you can't tell me what you came here for, I will have to call a halt to this interview. You know we are allowed just so much time for each student."
"Alright," she finally blurted, "you'll probably think I'm no good when I tell you this, but I'm having a sexual affair with an older man."
The counselor's eyes brightened.
"Are you really?" she smiled, "and you look like such a shy innocent thing. It just goes to show that you can't judge a book by its cover, can you?"
This response surprised her. It was extremely difficult for her to continue talking. It was obvious to her that the counselor didn't begin to take this matter half as seriously as she obviously did.
"It's not a pleasant affair," she explained, "and I want to break it off but he is getting more and more serious. How do I break it off?"
Her voice was noticeably trembling. Betty Murphy thought it best to play it cool always. If she became emotionally involved with all these students and teachers that came to her with their problems, she would be unable to cope with them.
"Make a clean break of it," she said, "that's the only way. Tell him that you want out. Oh, let him know that it was fun while it lasted, but it's over. You understand that if you put your cards on the table, he will understand. It's this beating around the bush that drives the guy up the wall. So don't you do it, darling."
"Oh, thank you," she said, "thank you."
"Well, I hoped to help you a little," Betty
Murphy smiled, "just a little."
"You've helped a big lot," she assured her, "and I can't tell you how grateful I am,"
As she walked out of her office, she felt like a different person. Then the professor spotted her. He noticed how distressed she was.
"Why, Susan," he said, "what's troubling you?"
"Oh, Mr. Markham," she said, "you have no idea."
"I may have," he said, "come out to my car and we'll discuss it."
"I want to ever so much," she said.
When she got to the professor's car, she was sobbing.
"Now, look," he said, "don't you spoil those beautiful eyes with tears. You are a gorgeous girl and you have a lot to live for. You shouldn't be crying at all."
"Mr. Markham," she explained, "I have plenty to be crying about."
"Tell me everything," he said, "I want to know."
"Alright," she said, "I'll tell you everything. I'm having an affair."
"So what's new?" he smiled. "So are half the kids on this campus."
"Mine is a helluva lot different," she said.
"Different?" he asked, arching his eyebrows curiously.
"Yes," she explained, "it's with an older man."
"Well, how much older, honey?" he smiled, as he looked at her gorgeous body and felt himself turning on.
"Oh, 20 years older," she said.
"That's too much."
"Oh, no," he shook his head, "that's not too much at all. A man of 40 can turn on with a girl of 20. Now, baby doll, I'm 38 and I dig you."
"Do you really?" she smiled.
"Yes, Joyce would have a fit, but I do."
"Who is Joyce?" she said.
"My dear, sweet wife," he smiled, "she's a wonderful woman, but now and then I have to have some action."
She looked at him and he did look appealing.
She was determined to confront Uncle Frank with her decisions when she arrived home, before she could lose her nerve. He was there waiting for her as always.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her affectionately. He knew that he had to have her. It was bothering him now. He was thinking of what it could do to his reputation. He was thinking of how little money he would have and all of this was bothering and tormenting him.
"Oh, no," he said, "I'm doing what I think to be right."
It was extremely difficult for him to understand what she was trying to tell him. However, she persisted.
"Love," she said, "is wonderful when it doesn't hurt anyone. But don't you see, Uncle Frank, our love would hurt both of us."
"I look at it the opposite way," he insisted. "Our love is the thing that has made us."
"Alright," she smiled, "forget it."
It was becoming perfectly evident to him that she wouldn't go along with him.
"I guess you don't care as much for me as I care for you," he smiled.
"No," she said, "I'm seeing things clearly. You've got everything out of perspective."
"Have I?" he said wearily.
"Yes, Uncle Frank," she said, "you got hurt by that first marriage. Crushed emotionally and now years later you imagine I am that woman you loved so much."
"Do you think that is all it is?" he asked obviously, "some kind of psychological illusion."
"Yes," she smiled, "that's all it is. It's true that we do turn on to each other but an awful lot of people could turn on with each other if they would let themselves go. You were hungry for it and I was eager to learn."
"What will you do," she asked, "if we did go to a foreign country. Where would you work?"
"You are a mind reader," he told Susan, "I was thinking the same thing."
"It's strange how difficult it is to feel something sexually."
"That's true," he told her, "it's a very expensive proposition when it's something like we have going."
It was becoming perfectly obvious to Susan that she would have to discourage the whole proposition.
"You know," she told him, "we ought to consider our relationship just an affair."
"But it's more than that," he said.
"I know it is," she said, "but look what would happen to us. You would have to leave everything here and we would have no jobs. We would have to learn another language and then if we ever did talk to people about ourselves, what would they think of us."
"Don't you care about me any more than that?"
"That's just it, Uncle Frank," she explained, "I care about you so much that I can't see you destroy yourself for me."
"But baby," he insisted, "that isn't destroying myself for you. I'm just doing a simple thing."
"I'm afraid that isn't true. You are doing the passionate thing that appeals to you this moment. Afraid to turn on with anybody. Therefore, you brought me out."
"I sure did, darling," he said, "and wasn't it wonderful?"
"Indeed it was," she said, "it has been beautiful. Uncle Frank, I love you so much that I can't see you hurting yourself over me."
"Well, I don't like you doing things with Randy in back seats of cars."
"Should we go to motels?" she asked.
"As far as I'm concerned, baby," he smiled, "it might be better if you would do it here."
She was puzzled by this response. She could hardly imagine that he would allow her to do it there. Yet he knew there was one way to keep her under his thumb and know every sexual move she was making. Even if he couldn't have her, he wanted to keep tabs on her when she did get it.
"Why Uncle Frank," she said, "how generous of you. Oh, Randy will love you."
"I don't want him to love me," he smiled, "just you sweetheart."
"You're so wonderful," she said, "I know that you could be so selfish but you are being generous. Oh, it's so sweet of you. I love you."
"And you will never know how much I love you."
To prove his point he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
As their lips met in a hot soul kiss, his hands were all over her body.
"Oh, baby," he told her eagerly, "you are too much."
Their eyes looked at each other and there was a new understanding, or so she thought. But little did she know what he was planning to do. Then, the tears that ran down her face, pleased him, for he realized that he had effectively played the role that he figured she would consider noble.
CHAPTER SIX
A couple of days later at college when Randy approached her she had a nice proposition to make.
"Randy, darling," she suggested slyly, "how would you like to continue your sex education?"
"You have no idea how much I would like to continue it," he assured her.
"I would love to come over to your place and ball."
"When?"
"Tonight," he said, "I want to continue my sex education. I consider that the most important aspect of my education."
"I'm sure you do, Randy love," she smiled.
Then he suggested that they go over to the coffee shop. Together they walked over there. When they had finished ordering and the waitress had brought their coffee, they began talking in low whispers.
"Baby," he said, "I've been reading up on sex and I have a wonderful bunch of ideas of things we can do."
"Groovy," she smiled, "what have you been reading?"
"A sex book," he smiled, "and it tells about all sorts of things."
"Like what?" she asked.
"Well, for one thing it tells how to slip around on the naked body."
"How's that done?"
"Well, you use body oil," he said, "and you pour it all over each other. Then you wrestle around together on the bed. There are a lot of things you can do, like slapping your big breasts on my buttocks."
"Maybe that would be fun," she suggested. "At least we'd have a big bed to do it on."
"Are you sure your Uncle Frank won't object to you having sex with me?"
"No," she said, "Uncle Frank is very broad-minded."
"He would have to be."
"Don't you worry, Randy, he is. And he wants me to be happy. And having you would make me real happy."
"Good," he said, "because I would love to fuck you."
That night they got together and Randy was really eager to ball her. He could hardly wait to shove it into her. However, she restrained him.
"Randy, honey," she said, "If we want to enjoy this all the way, we have to go slow. It's doing it too fast that takes the pleasure out of it."
"Okay, baby," he said, "but there are so many things I want to do to you."
"Is your Uncle Frank here?" he asked.
"No, he isn't," she said, "and even when he does come in, don't you worry about it."
"Well, lock the door," he said.
"There isn't any lock on the door," she said.
"Well, that makes me fearful," he said, "he could bust in here."
"Now let's be mature about it. A lot of places are now different. For example the dormitory, isn't that different?"
"Yes," he said, "they call it the campus whorehouse."
"That's what I thought," she said, "you see people are fucking like they haven't been fucking before."
"That's true."
"Well, honey, let me tell you something. I get tired of those chicks that are whores. They've made it with every boy in the dorm, that's why I wanted to go out and find me a fresh piece of ass."
"So that's what you think of them," she said nervously. "Now what would you think of me for fucking with you?"
"Well, you're different, baby," he insisted, "you really are."
There was no doubt about it, she indeed was different. Now, as she began peeling off her clothes, she began to get more and more excited.
"Oh, honey," he said as he saw her breasts emerge, "you look beautiful."
She glanced down and saw the bulge between his legs. Then he slipped out of his shorts. As his penis flipped out she really was stimulated.
"Oh, honey," she said, "Let me do it a minute."
She went over to him and dropped on her knees. Then she pulled the huge shaft to her lips and let her tongue slide around it.
"Oh, yes," he smiled, "I love that."
She was soon discovering that doing it here without having to fear was much better than in the car. Here she could play with it and look at it and love it. Her hot tongue licked all around the head of it. Still, she couldn't bring herself to put her mouth over it. She was afraid that he would come off and he knew that the juices were boiling in his loins and he wanted to penetrate her. She spread her lips farther and with one quick powerful thrust, he went in. She was afraid that while spurting jets of his semen it would be flooding her face in a second or two. However, she slowed him down. Removing her mouth, she explained, "If you go too fast we won't have any fun. Slow down."
"Okay," he told her, "but you've really got me going."
She gripped his penis and then cupped his balls in her hand. Now he was really stabbing it. In quick determined thrusts, he came forward.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that is beautiful."
She loved the feel of it slippery as it slid down her throat.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "this is too much."
She could tell by the way he was thrusting that if he kept this up much longer he would be off and she didn't want this to happen. Deliberately, she slid her mouth off him and explained, "No baby, I don't want you to go off yet." Her hands were massaging his buttocks now and he loved it.
"Oh, this is sweet," he panted, "you're going to get it baby, too. And you're going to like it!"
He was pumping away to please her but she wouldn't have it. She slipped her mouth off it and told him, "Baby let's continue over there on the bed."
She went over to the bed but he insisted, "I can go more times than you think I can. Now, honey, you go ahead." She got up on the bed and lay back on the pillow. He straddled her. As he felt his buttocks collide with her breasts he smiled.
"Do you like the feel of that?" she laughed.
"You know it," he said, "that feels fantastic."
Then he pointed his penis at her mouth.
"Open, baby," he smiled, "that's it. Let me slip this between your beautiful lips."
As she slipped it into her mouth, he wanted another pillow so that he could prop her head up just the right way. Placing it behind her head, he grabbed her head and guided himself in.
"Yes," he said, as he lunged forward, "that's the way I like it. Yes, baby, lick it, love it. Oh, do my penis."
He was stimulated now as his balls swayed and his cock rammed.
She liked to watch. She could see his big balls swelling and she liked his curly pubic hair. As she went back and forth on his saliva-slickened penis, she really was excited herself.
"Massage my ass for me," he said.
Reaching over, he used one hand to apply some oil to his ass-cheeks and then as she grabbed them, her hands slipped all over them.
"Yes baby," he said "grab it. That's what I like. I'm going to shoot you a good load in a minute."
Try as he would, he couldn't slow down. The pleasure was far too intense. "Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes!"
The super sensations that were flooding his being now were really turning him on.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "that's the way to do it. Oh, sweetheart, that's the way."
As the huge shaft slid down her throat, he became more and more excited.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat it. Yes, baby, that's what I want. Eat it."
As he went down with quick determined thrusts, she felt her heart beating faster. He was giving forth with soft excited squeals of delight. The penetration of her face continued. He was like a passionate sex machine. He loved looking down at her naked body and she enjoyed letting her hands slip over his hot buttocks. As he began to pump harder, sending his tool ramming down her throat, be became more and more excited.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat me, baby!"
He was getting harder and with deliberate thrusts the penis shot forward again.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's beautiful."
She was really stimulated now and so was he.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much."
With quick powerful thrusts, he felt the juices boil in his loins. The great excitement was going to give forth in a moment. She could imagine spurting jets of semen flashing into her mouth. She was eager to taste him. The first moment she had taken him in at this angle she had liked it. He was looking in the mirror. He was no longer embarrassed by any of the mechanics of love.
"Look at us in the mirror," he exclaimed, "isn't it wild?"
Looking to the side, she could see his huge tool slipping into her mouth and her lips encasing the shaft tightly. She nodded but of course couldn't talk because her mouth was plugged with penis.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
The penetration was getting them both and they were becoming perspiring flesh.
"Eat it," he panted, "eat it!"
She loved to feel his ass. She liked the flexing motion and with every deep thrust she derived more pleasure of playing with it.
"Slide your hand between my butt," he told her. "That's it. Feel the prostate. When I shoot off, I want you to press down there. You'll get more juice."
At this point they were both ready to shoot.
"Eat it," he panted, "eat it. I'm really balling you now."
No doubt about it she was getting screwed as she had never been before. She loved getting fucked in the face like this.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "now you're doing it. Yes, baby, yes, that's beautiful."
As he went on ramming away he wished his buddies could see him. He knew that they would really get a charge out of watching. More than once when he was having sex at the dorm other men were watching while the action was in progress.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's beautiful!"
Waves of erotic delight went through them. He loved the feelings he could arouse in her.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "that's the way to do it. Oh, yes, baby yes."
He pulled the head back so that she could use the head for licking.
"Use your tongue, honey," he panted, "yes, yes!"
She let her tongue swirl around the head of it. She dipped it in the small slit and added pleasure to the quivering flesh.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. We're going to make it in a minute."
He .was writhing and twisting about and her hands held him in place.
"Baby," he smiled, "I can hardly wait until it shoots."
Faster, faster the action continued and every second was becoming more pleasurable.
"Yes, yes," he panted, "that's beautiful."
He threw his head back as the lust overpowered him.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. Both of them were ready.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "I can't stand it. I'm cuming."
Then he juiced.
As the hot jet of sperm flooded her face, she gulped. She loved the taste of it.
"Eat it all, baby," he begged, "that's it. Eat it!"
He was happy to devour her and she was delighted to do him too.
"Oh, yes, baby," he panted, "that's the way to do it."
She didn't quit until he had finished pouring his juice into her. Then she slowly slid her mouth off it.
"Yes, baby," she smiled, "this is beautiful."
She rolled over and lay there and sure enough he was ready for more sex.
"Why Randy, lover," she said, "you really are a turned on man?"
"You'd better believe it," he said, "I'm a hairy fucker."
Now he was eager for more sex and so was she. Now he wanted more action.
"I never saw anything like it," she said, "it's really something."
"You bet it is," he smiled.
Now his hands were all over her.
"I want to lick you first," he said, "and I'll fuck you later."
Swiftly, he went to town between her legs. Reaching up he gripped her ass in his hands and then, he buried his head over her.
"Oh, baby," he said, "Let's have some new thrills."
As he licked at the slit, he got more and more stimulated.
"Oh, pump it to me, baby," she begged, "pump it to me."
It was at this point that he was flipping out. "Oh, honey," she said, "eat it. Lick it with your tongue tip."
Immediately, his tongue drove inside.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes!" she panted, as the hot tongue went to town.
"Oh, yes, yes, baby."
He was stabbing away like a pro. Reaching in he licked her labia, and then he quickly darted to her clitoris. Back and forth the tongue flicked.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes!"
She loved to watch his head bobbing up and down as his tongue lashed away. But above all he liked it when he worked at her love button. Shock waves of delight swept through her as he nibbled at it.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "that is wild. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes!"
Now she was thrusting forward and he was going out of his gourd with delight.
"Yes, baby," he was panting, "yes baby."
She disliked the fact that he would have to talk to her and remove his tongue for one second.
"Stay down there," she insisted, "stay down there, lover!"
Then she wrapped her legs around him.
"Oh, yes, baby, that's the way."
Now his head was bobbing up and down as his tongue surged inside like a small penis.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat me!"
The super excitement was almost more than she could understand now and she knew that she would be juicing in his face very soon.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "my juicy pussy is ready. Oh, honey, lick it. You're going to love it."
Her legs locked tighter around him and she pushed her pelvis once more and then she juiced in his face.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat me."
He ate her all right and she went out of her mind with happiness.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way!"
He didn't withdraw until he had finished eating her.
"Oh, baby," she smiled, "you sure know how to eat me, don't you?"
"You bet I do," he smiled, "I know how to eat you real good."
Then she glanced down there and saw that thing dangling between his legs. She wanted it once more.
"What'cha looking at."
"What do you think?" she grinned. "You like this thing, don't you?" he smiled playfully.
Reaching down she gripped it.
"I love it," she said, "it's fantastic."
"Let's try different things," he said, "the sensation is great when it's hard, but once it shoots, it's gone for a few minutes. Now, baby, I'm going to put some oil on it."
He added some oil to his penis and told her.
"Run your hands between my ass-cheeks."
She ran her hands up and down it. Then he smiled as he got some more oil and poured it on her breasts.
"What are you doing?" she laughed.
"Baby," he explained, "this is a groovy idea. You see, honey, I'm just applying a little oil, we are almost ready."
Indeed he was almost ready and so was she.
"Now, baby," he smiled, "I'm going to massage my slippery penis between your slippery breasts. How does that grab you?"
"It will be a lot of fun, honey" she smiled.
Now he slid his penis back and forth between the breasts. Every moment she was enjoying it more and so was he.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, yes!"
His balls dragged along her as he pressed his penis down.
"I'm going to get that double-header in a minute," he smiled.
It wasn't going to be much longer now and they were really going to be happy.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, yes!"
He was pressing down with his balls dragging and his penis slipping smoothly between the well-oiled breasts.
"Help me honey," he said, "come on help me."
Reaching over she gripped her breasts and massaged them into his cock as it slid back and forth.
She enjoyed the sight of it at this angle.
"Oh, that's a beautiful cock you've got," she smiled, "it's so big and long."
"I think it is getting bigger as I love you," he smiled, "I really do."
"Have you measured lately, Randy," she laughed.
"Well, no I never thought of that," he said, "I'm just guessing."
"You shouldn't guess about anything as important as that," she smiled.
Then her hands were on his buttocks and she was massaging them again.
"Oh, I love it when you play with me," he said. "Isn't this fun?"
"Oh, it sure as hell is," she said.
"Oh, I'd better not do much more of it," he panted, as his heart beat faster.
"Alright," she said, "why don't you just slam it in there?"
"I want to get deep penetration, baby," he explained. "I want you to throw your legs over my shoulders."
She threw her legs up over his shoulders and he rammed it to her.
"That's it, lover," she panted, "you're way in there."
In deep, hard thrusts he stabbed away. "Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me, baby, fuck me."
The intense pleasure that he felt now was really something he had never known before.
"Oh," he panted, "yes, baby, yes!"
The super sensations that flooded through her being was really something else.
"Oh, honey," she panted, "fuck me, fuck me good."
Now she was pushing her breasts up to his chest.
"I like it when you press those breasts at me," he said, "feel good."
She continued doing this and both her hands cupped his ass-cheeks as he went to town. She loved the feeling of his sliding tool and her natural juices gave him good lubrication.
"Fuck it," she said, "fuck!"
Then his lips pressed on hers. Now they were touching all over. Their legs, penis in the pussy and her hands in his ass and her breasts on his chest and her mouth on his. Next he slipped the tongue inside of her mouth and used it like a small penis. "Oh, ah, yes, lover, yes!"
He could hardly stand it. Passions were overpowering him.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me, fuck me!"
She fucked. She twisted her tail this way and that.
"Oh, I like it when you grind your hips," he smiled. "That's really groovy. Keep twisting that sweet tail of yours."
In a hot whisper he told her, "You're a real good fuck."
He was trembling now, he was so excited. Then her hands tightened on his buttocks. He plunged his rod head in farther and she loved it.
"Fuck," she begged, "fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"
He was moving in now. But she knew that soon he would be shooting his liquid juice to her.
"Oh, baby, I can hardly wait 'til I feel that jet stream. Do you like it when I shoot it?"
"You know it," she said, "that's the magic time."
"It is fun isn't it?" he smiled. "Wrap your legs around me honey," he said, "and let me fuck to a finish." She wrapped her legs around him and let him give it to her.
"Fuck it," he begged, "fuck, baby. That's the way I like it. All the way, honey."
Harder and hotter he rammed his penis into her and with every thrust, electrical waves of pleasure swept over him.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Give me a good fuck."
Her tail was twisting now at a good clip. He was glancing down at her face as it flushed with the excitement of it all.
"Oh, honey," he said, "you can really feel it in there, can't you?"
"You bet I can," she panted, "that's what I dig. Your sliding tool."
Faster and farther he thrust into her. With every thrust she was electrified.
"Oh, honey," she panted, "Let me have it."
The super activity of his sliding penis got to her.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's what I want!"
It was a beautiful moment for them this way. They were really enjoying themselves.
"You like this, don't you honey?" she smiled.
In rapid fire thrusts, Randy was shoving it in. Now she was loving it more every minute. Her hot thighs embraced him and she could hardly wait for that explosion.
"Give it to me," she panted, "oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. I want it. Juice me!"
It was strange she thought to herself how she could hardly wait for the juice. He was pumping it in so fast that she knew that he would be there soon.
"Oh, baby," she said, "you don't know what you're doing to me. Give it to me, baby."
Waves of erotic delight swept over her as he came closer and closer to shooting.
"That's the way I like it, honey," she panted, "oh, ah, yes, baby, that's wild."
The super sensations that flooded her now were driving her out of her gourd.
"Oh, fuck it baby, fuck it."
He was giving her a good ramming alright and as the head of his cock felt her twisting and turning, new sensations were going through his body.
"Oh, Susan," he panted, "I just love it."
Then he couldn't stand it anymore. The hot cum exploded within her.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, I made it!"
As the juicy explosion took place he panted.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "you don't know what you did to me."
Finally he smiled at her.
"Baby," he panted, "you were beautiful."
"You liked it alright?"
"I love it the way you do it, baby."
Now he went on pumping 'til the juice had finished spurting inside. Then ever so slowly he withdrew and gently kissed her face. As she looked at him walking to the bathroom, she marveled. He was a handsome man. Rippling muscles, muscular chest and trim waist and most of all his huge shaft. She liked to see it dangle there between his legs.
"What'cha looking at?" he grinned, as he turned back.
"You," she smiled, "you're good-looking. Do you know that?"
"If you say so," he said.
He went to the bathroom and urinated. Then he came back and lay beside her, his eyes closed and his arms around her. He commented, "you've got a real nice uncle to let you have me here."
"Oh, he is a wonderful man," she insisted, "I'm so lucky."
"We both are," he smiled.
"Honey," she smiled, "it's wonderful when two people need each other."
"You bet it is doll," he said, "I sure need you in a bad way."
"Well, don't think I don't need you," she said.
"I didn't know a damn thing about fucking before you," he said.
"Well, I'm learning with you, honey," she said. "I'm learning one thing above all. It isn't just the body, it's the mind meeting the body. And when the two do connect in just the right way, it's wild."
"You couldn't have put it in a better way," he smiled. "That's exactly the way I feel too."
They were smiling at each other now.
"I sure like to use my tongue like a small penis in your mouth," he said.
"You like to 'french', " she said, "well, I like it too. Go ahead."
She didn't like to stop him since she remembered all too well how shy Randy had been. Now that she was bringing him out, he was becoming better and better. Somehow she felt this development with a boy her own age was much more normal than sex with Uncle Frank. Opening her mouth she let him slowly slip his tongue in.
"You should try to concentrate, honey," she explained, "by letting the tongue slip under my tongue. Then you flick it back and forth in a steady tempo."
"It's pacing, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, "pacing. Now, real nice, that's it."
The tongues were flicking now beautifully and their bodies were sweating.
"Oh," she sighed as he withdrew his tongue, "that was beautiful. That was just like getting fucked in the face."
"Well it's all in knowing how to use the tongue," he smiled. Then he kissed her all over. She loved it as she felt her breasts being nibbled and licked and kissed.
"I love you baby," she said, "oh, yes. You know instinctively how to make love to a woman."
"Am I really that good?" he asked, wondering if she wasn't padding or adding.
"Oh, you are baby," she smiled, "you really are."
The two of them were very happy now and then she suggested something.
"Baby," she said, "Let me oil my breasts and oil your ass. Then I'll crush my breasts down on your slippery ass and I'll lick."
"Beautiful baby," he smiled. "You've got a creative fucking imagination."
"You have to have, honey," she smiled.
At this point they were ready for action.
As the breasts crushed down on the ass he got more and more excited.
"Oh, slide them around," he begged, "slide those beautiful boobs around my ass."
She did and the softness of the round breasts pressing against the firm, round buttocks produced pleasure for both of them.
"I've got a sweet ass, honey," he said "Lick it."
"I won't stick my tongue up there" she explained, "but I will lick your ass honey."
Bending over now, she let her mouth move all around on his ass while she would massage one cheek, she was licking the other.
"Oh, sweetheart," Randy panted, "do I ever like that. That's the way to do it."
The excitement was racing through his body now and he was enjoying it now every minute.
"Oh, yes, yes," she said.
The super sensations of her were flooding his being and really got to him.
"Fuck it, baby," he said, "fuck it."
Now, he was going out of his gourd with delight.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way!"
No doubt about it, the fantastic sensations that were going through their bodies at this point were giving them both pause for thought.
"Baby," he panted, "you are really on fire. Oh, you don't know how good that feels to my ass. Play with my prostate."
She let her fingers move from his ass cheek down to his prostate and she went down nibbling, licking and kissing.
"Oh, beautiful," he panted, "you wouldn't want to rim me, would you honey?"
She quit kissing his ass cheek and told him, "You've got your nerve, I won't do that."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Well, you've got to draw the limit somewhere," she said, "a gal just has to stop somewhere."
"But that's what I would like. I would like to feel it go up there."
"No, sweetheart," she said, "just kissing your buttocks, that's enough."
He was so stimulated now that he could imagine all sorts of things and he wanted her to do more for him.
"Let me turn over and you can drag those breasts over my balls and over my cock. I would like that."
She pulled off him and he flipped over. She could see how huge his tool was. She had really got him stimulated. They were really enjoying each other. There was no doubt in their mind that they were having a marvelous time.
"Honey," she smiled, "do you love me?"
"Enough to fuck you and suck you," he said, "isn't that enough?"
"You shouldn't say that word suck," she reprimanded him.
"What's the tongue for?" he grinned.
"I guess it's for pussy eating," she laughed.
"Pussy eating," he said, "that's a nice way to eat, isn't it."
"It's the only way to fly," she laughed.
Now her hand was on his penis, as she pulled up and down she saw the balls jiggle.
"Lick those," he suggested.
She bent over his balls. She loved the sensation.
"Open your mouth," he said, "and take those big balls in for me."
Opening her mouth she allowed the balls to slip inside. He loved that sensation.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "you don't know what you're doing to me. That's wild. Oh, yes!"
As her hot tongue flicked over the balls he got more and more excited.
"Yes," he panted, "that's the way to do it."
Every second they enjoyed it more.
Her hand worked the shaft as she worked her mouth over his testicles. Randy and Susan were discovering that when they would let themselves go there was immediate pleasure waiting there in their loins for them.
She felt his hard cock and more than ever wanted to slip it in her mouth. She loved the thick creamy cum that spurted from him and she was worshipping him in her own way.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now, she was eager for it. "Baby," he panted, "go down on me and eat it."
She let her mouth go down on it and her head bobbed up and down. "Oh, yes, baby, do it!"
At this point she was flipping out with pleasure.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. I love that." The sensations that were flooding through her now were really too much. "Oh, baby," she panted, "I love that."
There was no doubt about it, she enjoyed it.
"Honey," he told her, "cup the balls in your hand. That's it."
She gripped his balls in her hand and watched them swell as she went up and down the slippery penis.
"Oh, keep that up," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Massage the balls."
She massaged as best she could and the thrills were going wild inside her.
"Oh," he panted, "keep that up. That's the way I like it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
The pleasure was building rapidly. Now he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby. That's what I like!"
There was no doubt about it, she was really enjoying it.
"Play with me," he panted, "yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it. Oh, all the way."
The super sensations that were flooding through them now were really getting to them.
"Oh, I love that," he panted, "I love it."
No doubt about it, he did love it. So did she. Especially when he reached out and gripped her head. His fingers clamped down and he guided her.
"Hold your lips tighter," he insisted, "that's it." Her lips fastened tightly on the sliding shaft and he continued pumping.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way I like it!" '
The super sensations were reaching him now. Her mouth was making a noise as she went up and down on him. These loud sucking sounds caused him to emit a low moan.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, all the way!"
The pleasure was building rapidly.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
At this point he was shaking all over.
She was enjoying it and so was he. They were really having a super exciting time together.
All at once the shaft exploded in her mouth. As she got a load of it, she gasped.
"Don't lose any," he panted, "I want you to swallow it. Swallow my sperm, baby."
There was something special, something intimate about forcing her to swallow and he insisted that she do it.
Both hands were on her head as he forced her down farther on his cock. Her fingers left his balls and she gripped his penis as she finished him.
Now she withdrew and a smile formed at her lips.
"Let me kiss you, darling," he smiled, "that was wonderful,"
She moved forward and then they kissed. Once more he wanted her.
"Straddle my face," he begged, "that's what I need."
When her pussy was precisely over his mouth, she shoved forward.
"Like this, darling," she smiled.
"Yes, that's the way I want it."
The pleasure was building every second.
"Oh, do it," he begged, "do it."
The super sensations that were flooding through him now were really increasing.
"Oh, I love it," he told her, "yes, baby, yes!"
He was happy and so was she. She loved the feel of his hands at her hot breasts. Then his tongue surged inside of her.
"Oh, eat it," she panted, "eat it."
Every second the pleasure grew greater. She was going out of her mind with pleasure.
"Lick me, Randy," she begged, "yes, honey, lick me!"
As he licked away, her body quivered with emotion and passion. Then something she never thought would happen, happened. In stepped her Uncle Frank.
"Well," he grinned, "what have we here?"
Instantly, Randy withdrew his tongue.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
She got off the bed and raced over to him.
"Uncle Frank," she said, "you promised that you wouldn't interrupt me."
"Promises, promises," he smiled.
Suddenly he pulled a revolver and then he fired two shots. The resounding echo of the shots sent chills up and down her spine.
"You're killing him," she panted, "Uncle Frank!"
Racing over to Randy she gripped him tightly in her arms and hugged him.
"Kiss him goodbye," he smiled.
"Oh, Uncle Frank, you bastard," she shrieked.
Now, he was dying and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Randy," she panted, "oh, Randy, I love you."
"You love him now, honey," he said, "but you will love me later."
She was paying no attention to what he was saying. Randy's life was ebbing away.
"Goodbye," he said quietly, "goodbye, Susan."
The tragic look on his face was something that would haunt her forever. She was driven almost out of her mind. Then, he slumped. He was gone.
"How could you," she said, shaking her head in numb shock.
She moved away from him as she realized the lifeless form could not respond to her anymore. Then she looked at him. He grabbed her by the arm and said, "Let's leave him in here and we'll go back to my bedroom and make love."
Realizing now that he was crazy, she was careful. Her own life was at stake.
"Uncle Frank," she said, "why?"
"Because I love you," he said, "and I still do. That is why I want to fuck you again."
At this moment she didn't feel like fucking her Uncle Frank. She felt like killing her Uncle Frank. Yes, she knew that for her own safety's sake she dare not open her mouth.
When they were safely away, she was ready for action and so was he.
"Uncle Frank," she said softly, "you did something awful and someday you'll have to pay for it."
"Well, not right now, honey," he said, "right now I want to ball you."
Without saying a word, he unzipped. Then he reached in and pulled out his penis.
"On your knees, darling," he said, "now is the time to show me how much you care."
She got on her knees and pulled at his shaft. She never cared less about having sex but there was no way out. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she pulled his giant-sized penis to her lips. Strangely it didn't bother him. He was just as excited as ever.
"Come on," he told her, "now do me."
Opening her mouth, she let her tongue slide out over the head of his shaft. When he saw the tears in her face, he got furious.
"When I offer you myself," he said, "how dare you offend me by crying?"
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Well you should be," he said, "and I hope you've learned your lesson."
It was very distressing to him to see her acting like this. Yet, he knew very well that the only thing he could do was to get what he wanted. He vowed that he would have what he wanted any way he wanted her.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "you are so beautiful."
"Uncle Frank," she said quietly, "I love you. I love you very much."
"Well, then do me," he said, "I want you happy, honey."
Brushing the tears from her cheeks, she tried to smile. But a smile wouldn't come.
"Laugh, honey," he said, "I want you to enjoy it."
He wouldn't take the gun away and this annoyed her. With a gun at her temple, he said, "Go down on that cock."
She was frightened half out of her life. She began trembling like a leaf. He looked at her strangely.
"You're shaking, honey," he said, "why are you shaking?"
"It's chilly in here," she said.
"Well, maybe you should have something on yourself. Do you want to wrap a blanket about your body?"
She nodded.
"Well, I wouldn't like that," he said vaguely. "I love to look at you. I love to see those great big boobs of yours. I won't let you do that."
He grinned at her and she got more fearful now.
"Alright," he said, "if you are going to be difficult with me, I'll be difficult with you."
He put the gun down a moment and she thought she could make a run for it.
"Uncle Frank," she said, "could I go out just a minute?"
He was off, but not far enough to let her go free.
"No, honey," he said, reaching for the gun, "you just go over on the bed and spread your legs for me. Okay doll?"
"Okay, Uncle Frank," she said.
Going over to his bed, she pulled back the bedspread, then she lay there.
"Throw your legs way out," he said, "I like to look at your crotch close up."
Now, he was taking off his clothes. She made a slight move and he grabbed his gun again.
"Are you going to make me have to use this?" he smiled nervously. "I would have to pull the trigger. I know that you're a little nervous, but there is no reason for you to be. I don't understand it, baby."
"Yes, you don't understand me, because you don't want to. I told you I loved you but it couldn't be exclusive."
"Well, if I can't have you," he smiled, "nobody else can. Do you understand?"
She understood. She nodded and then she got a better look at him. He was standing there with his crotch bulging. Pulling down his shorts, the huge shaft flipped up before her eyes.
"Do you like this?" he said, "it looks good enough to eat, doesn't it?"
She nodded.
"Well, then, baby," he said, "I'm going to let you eat it." Nervous as a cat now, he smiled at her.
"Come on, honey, you're going to get it right in the face."
It wouldn't take long now, she knew but she was trembling again.
"Uncle Frank," she said, "anything you want but please leave the gun there."
"Why no, dear," he smiled, "that makes it far more interesting, doesn't it?"
"Not for me," she said, her voice quivering.
"But think of me and my pleasure."
"That's all you ever think of," she said quietly.
"No," he said, "that isn't all I think about at all. Now, you just relax and we'll have a real good time."
"Yes," she said.
The giant-sized tool was coming still closer to her and she was afraid.
"I've got two guns," he smiled, as he reached for his penis with one hand and the gun with the other.
Now he was over her.
"I think it would be nice," he said, "if you would lick Uncle Frank's ass."
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she pleaded, "do I have to?"
"Well, that depends," he said, "it depends on whether you want to please me or not. Of course, it you don't want to please me there will be consequences."
"Consequences?" she asked.
"I'm afraid so," he said, "I see no other way."
"Bastard," she said, "you bastard."
He was nervous and shaking now and so was she. It was obvious to him that she would give him what he wanted. He straddled her and moved his ass right over her face.
"Let me just lick your ass-cheeks," she begged, "not the other."
"Well, compromise is possible. I suppose honey, that if you do a good job of nibbling and licking on my ass-cheeks that will be enough."
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she panted, "I can't thank you enough."
It was clearly evident to her what the score was.
"You know," he said, "you are a very strange person."
"Am I," she demanded.
"Yes, baby, you certainly are."
"Why?" she asked hoping to continue the conversation and get out of the licking.
"Because," he said, "you were forcing me to get rough."
"Oh, I'll lick your ass-cheeks," she said eagerly. Reaching up she grasped his ass that he shoved down.
"That's it, honey," he said, "cooperate, compromise."
Now he was enjoying it. Every second was more pleasurable.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that feels so good."
They were really enjoying themselves.
"Oh, I really love that. Yes, baby lick Uncle Frank's ass. What a lovely girl."
When she had finished that he said, "Now I'm going to point my penis right at your mouth. But I'm not going to give it to you. I'm going to make you beg for it."
"What do I have to say?" she asked.
"Well, what would you say if you wanted it?"
"Give me your cock," she said softly.
"That's not begging for it," he said, reaching for his gun.
"Oh, I want it," she said, her voice quivering.
"But you don't want it bad enough," he insisted. "I'm tired of balling those tramps that eat a salami sandwich while they're balling."
"I'm not like that, don't call me one of those."
"Now, honey, I caught you in here with a young man. I'm sure you don't give a damn about it. You were just having a little affair. Using sex as a toy. That's not right, do you think?"
"Stop it Uncle Frank," she pleaded.
"Don't you tell me to do anything," he growled, and his nervous trigger finger frightened her again.
"Alright," she said putting on a good act. "I love that big cock of yours, I want it. I want to get it down my throat. Give it to me, Uncle Frank."
"Louder, honey," he smiled excitedly. She saw that his penis was becoming more erect by the second. "Give me your cock!"
"That's nice," he said, "I like the sound of that."
"Yes," she said, "nice to you but it's awful to
VMM " me.
"Baby," he smiled, "you're beautiful." The pleasure was building now every moment. Now he rode it into her mouth with sudden hard jabs.
"That's the way I like it," he smiled. "Take it all the way. Let's have a good throat fuck."
He slammed it down her throat and she gripped his hips the way he wanted her to.
"Tighter on the ass," he told her, "use your fingers, claw me."
She clawed his ass and he asked for more.
"Oh, ah, yes, little sweetheart, you love me. You do love me more than him, don't you baby. You can't love a dead man, can you honey?"
Every second the pleasure was becoming more intense.
"Oh, love me, baby," he panted, "oh, yes, yes, yes!"
The fantastic pleasure she was feeling was almost killing her.
"Yes, baby, yes, that's the way."
It was strange and she felt guilty but the heat of this fantastic passion that her Uncle Frank was generating was getting to her and she was eager for him to explode in her mouth.
"You're going to get it now, baby," he said. "Oh, my balls are loaded. You'll love it, Susie."
Susan went to town on it, licking the shaft or his head. She would move alternately up and down his shaft as her lips encased it.
"Oh, baby, this is the best you've ever done it. Why did you have to do it with anyone else? Why, why ? If only it could have been you and me. We could have gone on for years. Oh, honey, do it!"
She was quietly crying now and he saw the tears coming down her cheeks as she did him.
"Those are tears of joy, aren't they honey? Yes, baby, you like it don't you."
He was lunging forward now and her hands were still massaging his smooth ass-cheeks. The flexing buttocks didn't stop for a second.
"Oh, ah, yes, now we're going. That's the way."
The sensations that were flooding her being were creating the trembling sensations that he liked.
"Oh, lover," he panted, "that's the way to do it."
All at once the penis exploded and the hot juice spurted into her mouth. He insisted that she swallow.
"It's my hot sperm," he told her, "thick and delicious sperm. Swallow it."
He was speaking in a rhythmic cadence.
She loved it. The pacing was better every second.
"Oh, you like me don't you?" he panted. He felt relieved, satisfied and complete. "Oh, sweetheart, you were beautiful." There was no doubt about it the two of them could really ball.
Slowly, he withdrew.
"Now sweetheart," he said, "I just want to look at you."
She nodded and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Was it delicious?" he grinned strangely. She nodded.
"Answer me," he said roughly.
"It was delicious," she said.
"You like my sperm?" he insisted on asking.
"Yes," she said.
"Good," he said, "I'm glad that you did." There wasn't a least trace of a doubt in his mind about how good she was doing her thing. Now he had some ideas.
"There are all sort of things we could do. Let's pretend we're animals. Let's have an animal fuck."
"What are you talking about Uncle Frank," she said, her voice quivering.
"Haven't you heard about people fucking like animals?"
"No I haven't," she said, "what are you talking about?"
"Well, it's fun to crawl around on the floor. Now we'll do it like the animal. You are the female. I am the male. I will try and grab you and get you down there and fuck you. It's fun."
"Yes," she said, "It sounds like a lot of fun."
He got on the floor and insisted that she do the same. He refused to put the gun away. She wanted to get to that gun and use it on him.
"Now, honey," he insisted, "you get down here and I'll show you what licking is like."
She got on the floor and the more she thought about that gun the more she thought about using it.
"Now, baby," he told her, "start crawling."
As she crawled all she could think about was the gun and blasting his head off with it.
As he rammed his cock in with rapid thrusts he held the gun at her back.
"Can't you put that gun away," she insisted.
"If I didn't have that pointing at you, you might not do it with me, baby. It's my power. You were doing it with Randy."
"Don't mention him," she said.
"Now fuck, baby, fuck!"
He was ramming in there hard and she was twisting her hips.
"Good baby," he said, "that is how I like it. All the way, baby."
The passion was building and every second he was getting hotter as the hard thrusts went in there.
"Oh, fuck, fuck it, baby."
Every sensation was building.
"Hang in there, honey, that's the way we do it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way!"
She was going to flip out in a moment or two. No doubt about it they were both enjoying it.
She twisted her tail some more. Now he was ramming it so hard it hurt but he wanted it harder.
"Bend way over, you've got it. That's the way." For a second he dropped the gun. He reached for her breasts and gripped them. He pinched the nipples so hard it made her scream in pain.
"Stop it, Uncle Frank, you're hurting me."
"Is that right?" he asked innocently.
"You know damn well, it's right," she said.
"How do you like it when I ram it in there?"
He was thrusting with harder pace and force than ever before.
"I want to hear you beg for it baby, beg, beg."
"Fuck it Uncle Frank, fuck it! Oh, Uncle Frank."
"Don't whimper honey, I would hate to be mean to you."
As he said that he pinched her nipples harder.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck, fuck!"
She was enjoying it now as she never thought she could.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, faster baby, faster!"
Suddenly she felt it surging into her.
"I'm juicing, baby, I made it. Oh, ah, yes, lover I made it!"
He was very proud of himself now.
"Oh," he panted, "that was wild."
As he withdrew his penis, she saw him dripping.
"That was a big load, honey," he said, "real big."
He still had his gun.
"Uncle Frank," she said, "why don't you let me go."
"Honey," he said, "I don't dare let you go. I have to keep my eye on you."
He went into the bathroom to urinate. When he went into the bathroom, she made her move. She raced for the door and went down the hall. Seconds later he was following. He shot twice and narrowly missed her. She fumbled with the front door. After fumbling with the chain lock a second, she got out. However, he didn't follow her out of the house. A man going by saw her.
"What is the world coming to," he demanded, "nude people running around the streets."
Sobbing hysterically she knocked at the neighbors' door.
"What's wrong," the neighbor said, "have you gone berserk?"
"Help me," she panted, "help me!"
When the neighbor realized that she was obviously fearful and distraught, she decided that she hadn't listened.
"Uncle Frank," she said, "he's gone mad. He killed my boyfriend."
"I'll give you a towel," her husband said quickly.
He got the towel and she covered herself and phoned the police.
"Get over here right away," she said. "4122 Parker Lane."
"What is it," the man asked monotonously.
"My uncle," she said, "he killed my lover. He did. Get him."
Seconds later the policemen were there. They didn't use their sirens as they didn't want to alert him. As they entered the house, they found they couldn't get in. It was locked. They forced the door down and then they heard a shot. Rushing upstairs, they found Frank lying there with his brains blown out. Quickly they tried to help him but it was too late. Racing into the next room, they found the dead boy. She stood there watching as they took them out.
"Oh, God," she said, "why? Why?"
The neighbor lady consoled her.
"Dear," she said, "come back to my place. You shouldn't look at this."
Tightening the robe around her that the neighbor lady had given her, she brushed her hair aside and went back into the house and asked if she could make a long distance phone call to her mother.
"Of course, dear," she said.
"I'll charge it to my number," she said.
"No dear," she said, "you charge it to our phone."
She dialed and got her mother on the line.
"Mother," she said and then she began sobbing.
"What is it, Susan," her mother asked.
"Oh, mom," she sobbed, "Uncle Frank killed my boyfriend."
"What," her mother said in disbelief.
"And then he killed himself," she said.
"Oh, honey," she said, "I knew that you shouldn't have gone there. It was wrong."
She quietly said, "I guess he thought he was doing the right thing mom."
"He was flipped out," she said.
She listened to her mother a moment or two longer and then she said, "I can't talk anymore now. I'll call you later."
She hung up, proud that at least she had kept Uncle Frank's secret, secret.
