Pedophilic incest-the sexual attraction between adult and adolescent blood relatives-has been one of the biggest taboos of society. In today's more tolerant outlook, the result of a nationwide attempt to free ourselves from the harmful and traumatic repressions of the mid-Victorian era, we are beginning to examine this phenomenon with considerable more curiosity and earnest sincerity in an attempt to learn why it does exist and why, indeed, it appears to be far more widespread than we imagined.
Until recently, it was thought that pedophilic incestual relationships occurred mainly in the ghettos, where the squalid crowding in of large families made erotic nearness an almost inevitable occurrence. This has long since been disproved by experts who indicate from intensive faculty surveys conducted in many urban centers that one finds even more sexual relationships taking place between adults and young, or juvenile, blood-kin in middle-and upper-income groups. They reason that the reputation and income of such better privileged family groups deter both discovery and legal prosecution of incestuous and pedophilic liaisons.
Edified as to erotic manifestations, today's boy or girl in the puberty age group reveals a kind of curious fascination with the sexual modus operandi. Discussing sex with their own young companions, they come to regard it as tantamount to "being grownup," and thus the prospect of sexual initiation by the adult carries with it a kind of rewarding accolade of maturity. This in turn becomes an emotional crutch by which the sexually awakened child can believe himself or herself elevated into the ranks of the adult and so gratify his or her own budding psyche.
It is our fervent hope that this book, A Lesson from Uncle, will provide the reader with greater insight into how and why this sexual phenomenon continues to occur with constantly greater prevalence.
CHAPTER ONE
The aristocratic-looking woman lay on her back, her eyes tightly shut and her mind aimlessly drifting, yet totally involved with the male body kneeling over her. She felt his hairy thighs gripping her head, mussing her hair, but she didn't care. Jesus! She had waited a long, long time for a man like this, and she wanted to enjoy him. Pete Ross was not only a fabulous plumber but also a fantastic lover. True, she'd had no idea she would be getting this involved with him when she called him to fix the "dripless" spout in her bathroom that was dripping. She could feel his own "faucet" working through her mouth as his hips urgently thrust down, twisting, turning, moving faster and faster. Her mouth sucked automatically on his nice thick length of flesh pole.
The walls of Jessica Williams' aching pussy all but crawled with an itchiness, violently contracting. Instead of the relief she had been seeking, the aching discomfort was increasing, reminding her of how long it had been since her vagina had been truly invaded in a proper manner. Not that her own husband wasn't a tongue expert, but it had been so long since his cock had stood up, nice and hard. She ached to have this particular cock fill her hole.
Her fingers reached between her own thighs, scratching the drenched, matted fur very gently, feeling her juicy, swollen clitoris vibrate in response, intensifying the pangs of hunger she felt in her cunt. The pangs were worse than any pain she had felt that one time, years before, when she had lost her virginity.
Pete Ross pounded his hard cock furiously in and out of her mouth, feeling the way her lips tugged and sucked, yet did nothing to alleviate the anguished need.
The damn woman had been the one to suggest he relax before fixing her faucet. In spite of his balding head, he was still one helluva good-looking man, with a dapper mustache, and round almost apple cheeks. True, he wasn't tall, but he was trim, and he had built up quite a reputation with the woman. He had a regular list of people he serviced as a plumber, and the wives of more than half these men were serviced by him in yet another capacity. Jessica Williams was one of these wives.
Frustrated, he tugged his quivering cock from the depths of her mouth, feeling her lack of interest in what she was doing. Ross was very good at being able to tell what was going on in the mind of a woman by the way she sucked his organ.
Jessica, surprised at his move, realized he was looking down at the way her hand was rubbing her pussy. Yes, now he understood.
The woman watched as he said nothing, and in a single, rapid movement, he swung around, bringing his sweating, solid body back over her face while pressing his own face into the seething depths between her thighs. Then he jammed his hard cock right down her throat, feeling his glans sink into her pharynx as her nose pressed into his balls.
Jessica grimaced with dissatisfaction. If there was one thing she hated almost as much as simple cocksucking, it was a sixty-nine. It was totally impossible for her to enjoy the full length of a man's hot tongue in her cunt if she had to concentrate on giving head. She could give as good a blowjob as anyone, but when her cunt was being lapped, she wanted to concentrate on it and enjoy what the man was doing to her.
Ross's mouth covered the woman's throbbing clitoris and his lips began to violently suck it, pulling on it painfully hard, almost as if he wished he could get this over with, so he could go back to work. Not that he wasn't being paid for his time in bed with the woman. He charged by the hour, and if she wished to keep him in bed, that was extra ... time and a half, as a matter of fact. There was no feeling in what he was doing because he had a hangover, and his senses were dulled. His teeth began savagely biting and pulling, bruising the titillated nerve-endings that had responded to Jessica's own, soft, knowing touch, moments earlier. The woman's passion was quickly subsiding as her inner muscles tensed because of his wild oral attack on her tender cunt.
Jesus! the woman thought. The son of a bitch seems to be made of stone today. He doesn't seem to feel a goddamn thing I do for him, and worse ... he doesn't seem to realize he's hurting me. And then she chided herself, thinking it might be her own fault. If she had closed her mind to her own needs for a moment and had given his prick a good mouthing, he would have eventually shoved it into her cunt, where it belonged. And once Pete Ross had his cock in her cunt, Jessica always came. Always!
He never made the first overture. But Jessica had heard how good he was from one of her society friends, and decided to find out for herself. So when the first leak had developed, in the kitchen sink, she had called Pete Ross, and she had made certain her husband wasn't around. When he had finished his work, she had brazenly stripped her nightgown off in front of him, and asked him to fix the leak in her own "drain." And without so much as lifting an eyebrow, Pete Ross had done exactly that, shoving his own "plunger" into her and thrusting it up and down until it had dredged a solid orgasm from inside her.
Pete's mind seemed preoccupied. The night before he had gone off on a bender. His brother had died after a long illness, and though Pete had known it would have to happen, it still hurt. His brother's wife had died in a train wreck some years earlier, and the only member of his brother's family left alive was his twelve-year-old niece Edie. And Edie would be coming to live with him. Being a bachelor, Pete had no idea how to take care of a twelve-year-old girl.
He suddenly felt his mind dragged away from his thoughts when Jessica sighed and began sucking harder, pulling on his cock with her lips. If he shot his wad, he would have automatically stopped sucking the woman's cunt, which was the last thing she wanted. If she pushed him off, he might get angry and leave her in an even worse physical state than when he had arrived. Jessica wanted him to blow his load, all right, but she wanted it inside her rectum, after giving her a vaginal blowoff.
Lifting her mouth from his throbbing cock, Jessica Williams tugged her own crotch from the gnashing mouth of Pete Ross, then turned around and pressed her large, sagging breasts against his hairy chest, spreading her legs around his slender hips. Before he could object to what she was doing, she leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Her lips and tongue could taste the rawness of her own musky pussy. The woman used her hands to hold his face in place, keeping it from moving so she could enjoy herself with him. With her tongue she stroked in and out of his mouth, rubbing her sopping pussy against his thigh all the while.
"Ummmmm!" she sighed, trying to bring his mind back to the reality of what they were doing. "I love to kiss you, Pete. Your lips are just right for kissing, not too thin, not too thick. Compared to my husband, your body is always so ready. And that fat, large hardon of yours always seems to fit so nicely into my cunt."
There, she'd said it. She'd let him know exactly what was on her mind. Even now, she could feel the throbbing, pulsing prick rub her body, and it made her shudder. God! She needed that cock so much.
"So you like my cock?" Pete asked, looking up at her, smiling, his white teeth shining in contrast to the dark brown mustache adorning his upper lip.
"I love your big joint," she whispered. "It's been one of the few things I can say I've really enjoyed in the past few years."
"I had no idea it made you so happy," Pete teased.
"There's nothing around to make me happier."
"Well then, I suppose you'd like to sit on it, huh?"
"You bastard," she smiled. "Still want me to do all the work while you get paid for it. You really are some son of a bitch. But yes," she nodded. "I suppose that's as good a way as any to get things really going."
The woman giggled like a teenaged girl as she sat up in order to crouch over the man's hefty red cock. Her fingers caressed it one more time.
"You really know how to make it feel good," Ross said, not really meaning it, but knowing it was what she wanted to hear.
"It's nice and hard," she said, gripping his cock base with her clutching hand while she straddled it and aimed the pulsing head between her pussy lips. "Honey, you just tell me if I'm using too much pressure."
Slowly, Jessica sank down on the meaty prod, sliding the wet penis into the sucking depths of her aching vaginal center. She felt the solid prod riding smoothly up as a combination of ooze from Ross's cock and her own vagina made his initial penetration so wonderfully delightful.
"That ... uhhhh ... feels great," he gasped.
Some things Pete Ross couldn't fake, and the enjoyment of a cunt, even an open one like this, was one of them. He did like the way she rode his cock.
"Now," she said, "tell me if you can feel this," and a bunch of lines creased Jessica's face as a look of concentration crossed it.
"Unnhhh ... yeahhhhh ... " Pete admitted. "That's really good," feeling Jessica's vaginal muscles tightening a bit, enclosing his cock a bit more firmly, enjoying the way the woman was milking his cock.
"I'll do it again," she insisted, and once more her face concentrated on what she was doing as her cunt squeezed the length of his pulsing cock. Ross felt that old familiar slushing of warm, slick, crushing cunt muscles contracting and kneading the horn of his upthrust prick. He could feel the tightness contract around the base of his throbbing manflesh, then slowly work higher and higher as Jessica's body rose. His entire body shuddered as he felt the woman's vulva squeeze just under his corona. It began to snap him out of his hungover funk.
"Ummmphhh!" he exclaimed. "That's great!"
Jessica reached down, took his hands, and placed them on her breasts, urging, "Squeeze my boobs, huh! It'll make everything so much better for me."
Her hands pressed his palms against her swollen, sagging breasts. She was a woman well into her forties, and all things considered, her breasts were still standing up fairly well. Other women her age had nipples down to their waistlines. Not that it would have mattered to Pete. One old cunt was like another to him. He sighed, feeling her fingers push his hands into the round swells of her breasts.
"I like that," Jessica told him, letting go, seeing his hands remain where she had placed them. Her own hands were starting to massage his hardened nipples.
She sighed and gasped as she felt Ross's hands rub and squeeze her nipples. She could feel his fingers rubbing each of her aureolas as his thumbs and forefingers continued tweaking her sensitive nipples while gently tugging on them.
Jessica felt the masterful way he was handling her, and began rocking back and forth on his throbbing hard cock. The length of it inside her roiling vagina made her remember all the things she needed and wanted.
"Yeah," Ross told her. "That's good. But I like it better when I feel that greased pussy of yours sliding up and down the length of my hard meat."
Jessica smiled, pleased that she was getting to him, because she wanted to believe she was something special. And she was! Unlike most of the other old ladies that Pete Ross fucked, this one didn't lie back in the missionary position and let him do all the work. And this was one of the reasons he enjoyed fucking this particular woman, even though her pussy was somewhat loose.
"It's a good thing you're a man and not a woman," Jessica gasped.
"Yeah ... well, I can understand your not wanting me to be a woman," Pete nodded.
"Oh, it's much more than you think," Jessica gasped, continuing to ride the length of his erection up and down. "If you were a pretty young woman, my husband would probably be the one home, and he'd make sure to call you when I wasn't around. The old coot can only get it up with young meat."
"No kidding," Pete Ross said, smiling.
At this point Jessica's smile became almost meaningless. It was obvious she wasn't seeing him as she started on her ride into sexual Valhalla. The woman rose and fell, pumping her womanly orifice down around his throbbing joint. Each time she shifted her weight, her vaginal lips grabbed his cock all the more strongly, tugging his mighty staff again and again. She rode him as though she was mounted on a horse, sitting upright on his hard cock, then leaning forward, pressing her mouth to his as her breasts burned into his palms until he was able to pull his hands away. Then her flesh could feel his nipples almost cutting into them. She entwined her arms around Ross's neck, the fingers rubbing and kneading the flesh as her tongue continued stabbing in and out between his lips like the slithering tongue of a snake. Her wet cunt was hot and full, stuffed with the man's meaty length.
"Uuunnnggghhh! God! God! God! Fuck me, Pete. Fuck my cunt hard! Ohhhhh Goddddd! I need it! Fuck me until you pull my flesh right out of me. Fuck me, but don't come inside me. Come on, Pete. You can do it! Fuck me, hard!"
She rode him long and hard, pounding solidly against his pelvis. The woman churned against the length of his thrusting cock, taking every last inch of his screwing muscle into the squishy depths of her sodden cunt.
Sitting on top of Ross the way she was, Jessica found herself in a good position to manipulate the man, feeling the way his firm, solid rod twitched inside her cock-hungry cunt. She felt Ross reach around and grab her asscheeks, cupping them in his hands and supporting her bouncing body. He squeezed her assflesh, making her churn her butt circularly, then back and forth, lifting her up and down, feeling the way her labial grip sucked on the knob of his jutting stick as well as the hard shuddering length of it.
"Ohhhhhh, I like that," he gasped. "I like the way you can tighten those hot cuntlips of yours around the head of my cock. I've never met another woman who could do it. What's the secret?"
"I practiced tightening and loosening my muscle inside when I was young, when I used to urinate. I used to stop, then go, stop then go, and it developed my vaginal muscles."
She thrilled to the building pressure wrought by his working cock in her tight cunt. The woman was getting so hot, it was all she could do to gasp for breath. And when she did speak again, it was to say, "Ohhhhhh, Pete ... Here I come ... UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!"
What she was saying was more of a lusty gasp than a shout as her tits continued rubbing against his chest, feeling the walls of her vagina suddenly contract and tighten around his thrusting cock so it was all but impossible for him to push it any deeper into her. The woman almost gargled her gasps as she rocked back and forth, and then felt his throbbing cock start to expand inside her.
"Don't shoot it in me," she pleaded. "I have to keep my box clean, in case my husband comes home and decides to sniff it. You know that."
She leaped off his cock, and Ross inwardly cursed. He had been so close to coming, he could feel the sperm near the top of his cock. One or two more strokes would have done the trick.
Falling back, feeling the disappointment in his body, he was totally unprepared when she slid off his chest, then suddenly sat right on his face, mushing her wet, dripping cunt into his mouth, letting her pussy juices soak into his mustache.
Jessica needed more and more and more. Pete Ross was the one man to give it to her. At this moment she could feel his mouth against her dripping hole, and imagined him looking straight up into her pink interior.
There was no doubt that Pete was hot at the sight of the woman's cunt. He still hadn't come, and his body was crawling out of its hungover state into a state of anxiety. Shit! He needed to come, and that was all there was to it.
The sight of her dripping pussy and the rich smell of her interior writhing into his nostrils made him shudder and ache for more, and he knew he was going to eat it again.
Jessica felt him stab his tongue into her seething depths. The lingual organ began working around and around, searching through her tight interior, finally finding the nubbin of her clitoris hovering just above the apex to her inner lips. She felt the licking tongue work all around her cuntal protrusion, lapping and licking and wildly tasting before the raspy tongue wormed its way into her shuddering, leaking, greasy chamber. Eventually the tongue came sliding out all over again, making her squirm as she felt it once again attack her clitoral extension. Jessica thrilled to the pressure of Ross's tongue, rubbing up and down, up and down, making her writhe and squirm.
Jessica swiveled her hips and her thighs opened wide, spreading more and more. Her dank vagina was that much more available to the man's licking digit. She felt him running his oral dagger in and out between her wet, soaking cuntlips, making her clitoris twitch as more and more of the juices continued flooding out of her, letting him know her vagina was still a mired swam,.
The woman felt Ross fill her with more of his oral muscle, and she ran her cunt back and forth, back and forth.
"Good! Good!" she gasped, staring down between her thighs. "You really know how to do that, Pete. Not even my husband is as good as you when you go to work with your mouth."
The man's tongue was building that lusty sensation in her body again. Jessica felt wild chills shoot up her spine into her neck and face. She found herself blushing as blood filled the capillaries in her face. She gasped all over again, and murmured, "That's it, Pete. Fuck me with that tongue of yours. Fuck it as far into my cunt as it'll go. And don't forget to lap my clitoris."
Ross continued lapping at Jessica's extended clit with his eager tongue. His oral organ stroked up and down against the tiny organ, and he made certain that the surrounding tissues remained wet with his saliva while his tongue continued stimulating her. She was panting, loving every second of what his tongue was doing to her, feeling him open his mouth and swallow her tiny clitoris again and again.
Jessica spread her thighs even wider, almost doing a ballet split as she pressed her cunt even further down against Pete's working mouth. Her pussy lips were wide apart, rubbing his cheeks, and her clitoris all but hung into his mouth. Each time he parted his lips, her clitoral meat was there, ready to be eaten.
"Jesus!" she heard him gasping. "You're hotter than usual. I love it! I love it!"
Pete had to tell her how much he loved it. He told it to all the women. If he didn't, they might change plumbers. And he made a good living from this neighborhood. He especially made a good living from Jessica. She was the only really well-to-do person in the area. All the others were middle-class women. Even so, he had come from a poor family himself, and dicking all these middle-class and upper-middle-class broads was one of the greatest triumphs that he had achieved. It was one of the reasons why he had never married. If and when he ever did marry, he intended remaining faithful to his wife. And at this moment, he was in no mood to remain faithful to anyone, not even to the Queen of England.
While he was thinking, Jessica rose from his face, turning around, assumed the classic sixty-nine position, and once again gobbled his meat. Only this time she was doing it eagerly. She jammed her mouth down around the throbbing muscle, sucking the full length of it into her oral depths. Her tongue rolled around the head on each upward movement of her face, licking all the tasty sauce his cock was emitting in its lubricating frenzy. And as she sucked the meaty length, Jessica could feel his mouth eating her cunt even more avidly. She felt the man push his face until her sodden labia were spread so wide that she feared his entire head might get lost inside her. And all the while his slithering, weighty cock ran in and out of her outstretched mouth. Her tongue licked furiously, wetting down the entire length of his beef roll. Her lips pulled tightly around the entire cock, and when her face was all the way down, with his thick glans pushing into her esophagus, her tongue coiled around the base of his hard cock. She licked and lapped at his pelvis, then drew her mouth up along the member until only the head remained in her mouth. Her lips tugged on the corona as her tongue licked the thick cap, coiling itself around the corona again and again.
Jessica could feel Pete's oral extension sliding nicely around in the depths of her sodden cunt, and then, as her tongue continued its up and down circuit of his hard cock, she felt his hands pushing her forward just the littlest bit, and suddenly his tongue was slurping across her perineum, into the cleft between her round, heavy asscheeks. Ross's hands took a firm grip on her buttocks, and then his thumbs were tugging her bottomcheeks apart, and Jessica could feel his lapping tongue lancing directly against the dime-size pucker of her anus. His tight grip on her asscheecks made her shudder as he spread her buns even wider apart, widening her crack until her cheeks looked like a flat plane rather than an oversize hot-cross-bun.
"That looks mighty tasty," she heard him whisper, and then he slaverered the flattened length of his tongue through her asscrack, washing it over the tiny crinkle. His brushing tongue made it wetter and wetter with his saliva, and it continued slurping up and down until it had washed every last little bit of flesh inside the anal crevice.
Jessica was bouncing up and down, thrilling to the icy pressure of his tongue massaging her asshole. She thrilled to the way the point of his tongue pressed against the tiny hole, trying to widen the doughnut-like sphincter muscle. She became totally distracted at the way Pete's reaming tongue was working, and now lifted her mouth from the tubular length of his throbbing cock. She gripped his hard cock tightly in her fist and licked the tip again and again with her roving tongue, then rubbed the wet glans against her cheeks and eyelids. The woman loved the feel of the plumber's cock, but right now she was enjoying what his tongue was doing to her asshole even more. The woman was flushed with sexual fever as she sighed, "Ooooh, yes, yes, I love it, I love it, keep on doing it."
Everything in the woman's rectum was sodden with saliva. Her rectal tube had been filled up to three-eighths of an inch by Ross's driving tongue. Her smooth, buttery, round, somewhat heavy asscheeks had been lapped and kissed until all she could feel back there was ecstatic sensation. Her sphincter was soaking with saliva, and she thrilled when Ross slapped her asscheeks a few times, making them turn from eggwhite to rich pink.
"Oh, Pete, Pete," she gasped. "I love when you do that to me. It drives me absolutely wild."
"You really dig that?" Pete Ross asked.
"You better believe it, buster. Keep on smacking my buns, huh."
"Why not!" Pete Ross shrugged, thinking each person got his or her kicks in different ways. He knew if anyone touched his buttocks with anything other than a gentle hand, he would be more than a little angry. He began whacking Jessica's asscheeks until they had turned a rich red, and she squirmed and writhed all over him, her clutching hand tugging and pulling on the throbbing pole, enhancing the sensations still building in him.
Jessica's mouth had returned to the hot, hard length of his throbbing cock, sucking and slurping all over it, and Ross thrust his wang as far into her throat as was humanly possible. Jessica continued sucking the hard hot length of his pole, nibbling with her teeth as her mouth rose and fell along the length of cock. By now, she had the entire length of his throbbing hog buried between her sucking lips. The woman could tell he was enjoying himself by the way he was squeezing her asscheeks. Ross's hands slid along the full length of her womanly body and gripped her hair, and then he was tugging her mouth wildly up and down the entire length of his cock again and again, while his tongue returned to Jessica's cunt. The woman was thrashing about, writhing madly as she felt his tongue sink deep into her feminine cavern.
At one point he rolled her off his body and stood over her.
"What's wrong?" Jessica asked. "Weren't you enjoying what I was doing?"
"I loved it," Pete told her. "But now it's time for a little old-fashioned missionary cock-in-cunt fucking. I intend popping my load inside your body."
Jessica smiled, nodding. She understood, and it made her happy to think he was so concerned with getting his rocks off in her aching anus. Well, why not! He deserved it, the way he had lapped her cunt and asshole. But in her ass, not her cunt.
The woman reached between her thighs with both hands and tugged her twin pussylips wide open. The rich greying hairs around her interior muff were shining with her heavy juices, looking like strands of silver.
"Come on in," she invited. "Ram that length of steel into my aching depths and fuck me."
She smiled up at him, and Pete Ross stared down into her seething twiff and decided it was time to blast his sperm into her, whether her husband liked it or not.
"You go and douche after I get through with you," he snapped. "I wanna get my load off inside you."
"Use my ass," she begged. "You've fucked me there before. You know I can take it. Come on, Pete. Don't shoot in my cunt."
"All right," he nodded. "I'll fuck your cunt, and when I'm ready to come, I'll ram my dingus right up your poophole."
"Good boy!" Jessica smiled.
He leaned against her, his hot hard cock only inches from pressing into her tight cunt. His mouth capped one of her nipples, using his tongue to lavishly lave it. In the meanwhile, he could feel Jessica guiding his cock toward her waiting cunt. The woman was certain she was going to have another orgasm at any moment.
"Unnnhhhh!" Jessica gasped, pulling his aching rod against her cuntlips. "That's the way, that's the way. Fill me with it."
Ross gripped the woman's other breast with his hand and squeezed, while his mouth nibbled and sucked this breast while he wagged his head from side to side. Simultaneously, he jammed his hips forward and sent his long, flesh spear slamming into the heated depths of her aching vagina. He could feel the hot, wet gush of her juices everywhere.
Jessica's deep, meaty cunt tugged and yanked on Pete Ross's throbbing joint. His powering muscle seemed to expand inside her, and the mushroom-shaped head slammed into her cervix, making her bounce wildly.
"Oooooohhhh, Christ!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"I ... uhhhh ... can feel it," he gasped, knowing his sperm was starting to rise inside him.
He yanked his hard cock from her creaming vaginal depths and Jessica wanted to scream, feeling herself on the verge of another climax. And then, she felt him press the dome of his throbbing penis against the star of her anus ... and push. The wet, dribbling oils from her cunt had long before slithered into her rectal crack, seeping into her anal entry way. And now she felt Ross shove. Hard!
"Uurrggghhh!" she gasped, feeling her sphincter relax.
She had been assfucked many times by this man, and knew enough to keep her anus totally relaxed. Doing so meant that he could fit his cock in easily. And that was what happened. She felt the heavy dome of his penis press open the doughnut-like hole of her ass, and the huge, heavy pole went sliding right into her. His fingers reached around her thighs and into her vaginal crevice, massaging her clitoris, and Jessica suddenly realized that the mere touch against her clitoris was setting her off. She began bucking wildly, coming insanely as gouts of lubricant spurted from her wide-open cuntlips and shot onto the covers.
Enhancing the thrill for her was the hard pole moving through her rectum, rubbing back and forth, making her feel as if sparks were being shot off in her rectum. She often had an anal orgasm when he poled her back there, but never this quickly.
"HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHr she gasped, bucking wildly, feeling the swollen dome of his cock, lodged in the deepest part of her ass, expand, swell, and suddenly explode inside her.
"YYYYYAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHAANN MMMMMMMMMM AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAANNGGHH!" Pete Ross bellowed, feeling his throbbing cock erupt in the distended rectum of Jessica Williams. Pulsation after pulsation of hot, viscous juice came jetting from his cock, shooting into her colon, filling her rectum, backing up and flowing out around his stiff pole to drip onto her bedcovers.
Damn! she thought. I'll have to change the covers before my husband gets home. And that was all she thought as she felt her final orgasm of the day take hold of her.
And when it was over, Pete Ross calmly went into her bathroom, changed a washer in her sink, and charged her fifty dollars for the hour and a quarter he had been there.
And Jessica Williams was more than happy to pay!
CHAPTER TWO
Edith Samantha Ross was a terrified little girl. To be robbed of both her parents in so short a time as twelve years was totally frightening. She had no idea what would become of her, and was more than grateful when her uncle Pete had agreed to let her live with him. At least it was better than being put into a foster home, where people took money for taking care of her, but spent very little of it on her. She had heard all about foster homes, and didn't want to be taken into one.
Edie was small for her age, at least in height. She was only four feet ten inches tall, though her breasts were already starting to form, and she had a large round ass. She knew that if she wasn't careful, when she grew older, her buttocks would really start spreading. She had short brown hair, fluffed around her head, and it enhanced her oval face. The girl had large, wide, green eyes, and thin, wide lips. Now, in the late spring, her figure could be seen starting to ripen, for she was no longer wearing a coat. What she did have on was a pink dress that came halfway down to her knees.
The girl had arrived at her Uncle Pete's house at five o'clock in the afternoon. It was Saturday, and she thought her uncle would surely be home, but a nearby neighbor assured her that if his truck wasn't in the driveway of the small house, Pete Ross wasn't home.
From the outside, it looked like a nice house. It was a single story frame dwelling, with white aluminum siding and yellow shutters. The garage was unattached, at the rear of the house Perhaps because she was so young, or perhaps because she had never been close to her father, Edie didn't feel too greatly overwhelmed with grief. She was more afraid of what would become of her than she was sad at the death of her father.
Putting her suitcase down on the front stoop, she sat on it and waited, looking down at the hands she had clasped in her lap. Her naivete and trusting nature was plainly evident, almost scrawled across her pretty face. Other than her fear of a foster home, the girl knew nothing about life. She had been taught nothing about man-woman relationships, and though she was certain babies weren't brought by the stork, she had no idea how they were made.
Her period had started a year earlier, and she had been lucky enough to have a schoolteacher explain it away as a natural phenomenon, and not something of which to be frightened. But she still didn't associate it with baby-making.
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Edie looked up as the blue van pulled into the gravel driveway. Behind the wheel was her Uncle Pete. She had seen him the half dozen times he had visited with her father, and she recognized him. He had always been good to her, giving her candy or a present each time he came, but she had never spent any real time with him.
"Hi," he smiled, getting out of the truck.
His smile made Edie feel better. He had a handsome face, even if he had no hair in front, and very little on top. Edie noticed his teeth looked small when he smiled, and wondered if they were really his.
Ross draped an arm around his niece, treating her as a father would his daughter after just coming home from a hard day's work. He unlocked the door, then handed the key to Edie, telling her it was hers.
Edie could smell the masculinity in the house the moment she walked in. Luckily, her uncle had a cleaning service that came early on Saturday morning, so the place was clean.
While Pete Ross went and washed up, Edie looked through the small house. It had five rooms, and only one bathroom. The master bedroom was at the rear of the house, and to get to it, one had to pass through a small hallway from the livingroom. Once in the hallway, a left turn would take her into the bathroom, while a right turn would take her into the yellow kitchen. The kitchen furniture was all walnut and, except for one chair, looked almost completely unused.
Edie's bedroom was at the front of the house. The moment one walked through the front door, a left turn would take her into the small, homy little room with a new bed just recently put in, along with a vanity and stool, a dresser, and a small closet. Across the hall from her bedroom was the hall closet. Then one walked through the small diningroom to reach the livingroom, which in turn led to the rest of the house.
All in all, it was a comfortable little house. The furniture in the livingroom and diningroom still looked new, which meant her Uncle Pete spent very little time in the house. Well, he was a busy man. Edie could understand that.
Edie went out to eat supper with her uncle that evening. He introduced her to some of his friends, all of whom good-naturedly kidded him about becoming a father. They also complimented Edie on how pretty she was.
After supper, Edie sat and watched TV in her uncle's livingroom while he went bowling with his friends. And at about ten o'clock, the girl turned off the TV set and went to bed in the new bedroom her uncle had furnished for her.
It took her a little while to get used to the new bed, and even then she didn't fall asleep right away. When she did, she slept for four hours, and then suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. She had been dreaming, and in her dream she had found herself all alone, with no one to take care of her or help her.
"Oh, gee, no!" she sobbed, and still half asleep, jumped out of bed, wearing a pair of flannel pajamas, and nothing else. She ran through the house, hurrying to her uncle's bedroom, where Pete Ross was fast asleep. He had come in more than two hours earlier, and seeing that Edie was asleep, had gone directly to bed himself.
Without thinking twice about it, Edie slid under her uncle's covers and pressed her body to his. Ross, still fast asleep, automatically closed his arms around her and wrapped the girl in a cocoon of security. He hugged her tightly to him, feeling her soft, little-girl body. But in his sleeping mind it was the body of an adult woman, and his hands began to run over it, touching her small titties, rubbing them, making the girl squirm as she felt more and more secure, but also felt hotter and hotter without knowing why. When her uncle kissed her cheek while she was still asleep, the girl snuggled all the more closely against him, noticing he slept only with pajama pants. He had a hairy chest, and Edie had to admit the matted fur against her own body gave her a feeling of greater security.
The young girl writhed and wriggled as her uncle continued kissing her, palming her small breasts, and rubbing her flat belly. And when his hand slid down between her thighs, not knowing enough to fight him off, Edie opened her loins and let him rub his fingers against the crotch of her pajama bottoms.
Odooooh! It felt good! Uncle Pete was making her feel safe and secure, and all the fright was leaving her tiny body. She pressed against him even more tightly, smelling the odor of stale beer on his breath.
Had Pete Ross not enjoyed four beers while bowling with some friends, the chances were he would have awakened. But even though he'd emptied most of the beer from his body before going to bed, the alcohol circulating in his blood vessels was at its peak, and had the house been on fire it would have been very difficult to wake him up. Yet, while his conscious mind slept, his subconscious was wide awake, and sensing a female body, it ordered Pete Ross's body into motion, telling it to do what it always did with a female body.
Edie felt secure for the first time in a long time. Her uncle's fingers running through her pajama-covered crotch only made her feel more secure, though she had to admit it made her feel something else as well. The girl wasn't certain just what this new feeling was, but she did know she liked it. And since her Uncle Pete was the one responsible for making her feel this new sensation, Edie knew it had to be good. Even when he undid her pajama top and drew it off her shoulders, Edie didn't have the slightest doubt. At that moment, all that stood between her body and that of her uncle were two pairs of pajama bottoms.
Ooooooh! His hands felt so good, rubbing her breasts and ribcage. She felt warmer and more aroused now than she had moments earlier, with the pajama top on. That she was half naked while lying against her uncle never bothered her. His hairy chest pressing against her nipples made her squirm even more, while pinpoints of fiery delight continued building in her body.
When her uncle's hands cupped her small, rounded, growing breasts, Edie felt something else of which she was first aware at that moment. Something had lurched against her belly. Yes, she felt it again as her uncle pressed his body against hers, rotating his belly against hers. She could feel something thick, like a leaden crowbar, between her uncle and herself. But it wasn't lying there, stiff and dead like a crowbar. On the contrary, Edie could feel it throbbing and pulsating. It was something alive, something attached to her uncle. It was something she had never been aware of before.
Her young nipples grew and swelled as they'd never grown before, hardening and enlarging like two pieces of chocolate candy topping two tiny vanilla mounds, with splashes of chocolate syrup dousing the pieces of candy, and splashed in a circle around each piece. And though her uncle was still asleep, Edie raised her body- when she saw him lowering his head with his mouth open. He was going to kiss her nipples. She felt more of that funny feeling burning its way through her. And she shuddered when his beery mouth finally closed over her left nipple. The girl shuddered with thrills, feeling her uncle's, tongue begin to suck and lick her sensitive breastpoints. God! It was good, really good! She felt him continually drawing the tiny, budlike nipple between his sucking lips, and she clutched her uncle's head to her breast, feeling more relaxed and aroused than ever. He was a good man, and he was wonderful to have taken her in. But to sleepily welcome her into his arms this way was something else. Oh golly, he had to be the most terrific uncle a girl ever had!
His sucking lips sent startling flashes of new sensation through Edie's girlish body. These were passionate flashes of heat, which the girl was totally unaware were living in her body. Now the heat was trying to come out, and Edie was responding to it in the only way she could, gasping and sighing, totally reveling in it, having no idea this was something taboo in society.
The girl was startled for an instant when she felt her uncle's hands automatically pull down her pajama bottoms, rolling them off her ankles. She felt even more aroused and delighted as his hands wandered over her body, caressing her naked buttocks. Edie could feel the cool air in the room swirl over her bare pubic triangle. She felt more sensually aroused than ever, realizing that her body was at the mercy of her uncle's wonderful hands. She had no idea what would happen next, but she knew that she liked being here with Uncle Pete, and whatever he wanted to do was all right with her . She felt safe and warm and good with Uncle Pete, and she was certain he would do nothing that didn't have her best interests at heart.
Pete's eyes opened, but in the darkness he had no idea whose female body was next to his. Not that he was surprised. In his beer-bleary mind, he thought he might have talked some girl into coming home with him, though his fuzzy brain ; couldn't see her features. God! She had such a slender, almost boyish figure. He must be slipping. He usually took home the zoftic type. He loved big tits, Oh, what the hell! She was here ... now! Might as well show her a good time.
Let's get a look at all we can see, Ross thought, and leaning back, took his mouth from her erect nipple. He stood up, staggering for a moment, steadying himself with his hand on the headboard, and he looked down. Her short, fluffy, brown hair puffed out on all sides of her head, framing her pretty white face ... a face he was sure he had seen before, though he wasn't quite sure where. Nothing was very clear. The man's blurred eyes roamed over the young girl's loveliness, taking in all her youthful sensuality at once. She was such a sweet-looking young thing. But God, she was fantastically sexual, and the sight of her trim naked body made his hard-on lurch even more.
His eyes wandered down to her bare pubes, seeing how smooth and white it looked in the darkness of his room. The young pouting lips of her sodden treasury was the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen, even with his mind all awhirl. Christ! It must be because there's no hair on it. Well, hell, it would be nice to fuck a shaven cunt! Yeah, man, he was going to fuck into this sweet, young vagina until he had totally emptied his balls into her tender little belly. The man was so aroused by the girl's lush angular form, he never looked into her green eyes and saw the trusting warmth there. Even if he had been able to see in the dark, his mind was too befogged to recognize features.
Edie stared at her uncle, wondering why he had gotten out of bed. She wished he would get back in. It felt so nice to feel his body against her nakedness. Though she had no idea why he'd undressed her, the girl had no complaints. She loved feeling her naked body press against his solid warmth. Seeing him stagger made her wonder why he was trying to stare at her in the darkness. Was there something he was trying to see?
Looking around, Edie saw a small lamp on the table next to the bed on her side. The lamp cord had a switch on it. She could just barely see it. Reaching out, she turned it on, and a small, fifty-watt shaded lightbulb sent a yellow light into the room. The light made her feel a little self-conscious about her nakedness, but she relaxed when she heard her uncle say, "Thatta girl, sweetheart. We should look as well as touch."
True, with the light on, Pete Ross could see the young girl's body more clearly, but he still couldn't see clearly enough to distinguish her features. This was bad. He wanted to know just who it was he was going to fuck. Oh, the hell with it. He'd get a good look at her in the morning.
Edie's eyes shifted to her uncle's groin as he undid his pajama pants and tugged them down. She had never seen an erect male penis, and when her uncle pulled his bottoms down, she was momentarily frozen still by the awesome sight. Wow! He was as naked as she, and yet he looked so different. And that crowbar she had felt wasn't really a crowbar but an attachment to her uncle. Gee! It was so long and thick, and it had felt so stiff and hard. She couldn't believe a man would walk around with something like that sticking out of his groin. How was it possible? Her eyes continued staring fixedly at the rigid column of hardened masculine muscle. She studied it with a kind of nervous fascination. Edie saw how the thick-veined column seemed to pulsate very noticeably as it stood straight out from the deep dark tangle of Pete's pubic bush. The red rubbery flesh of the mushroom-like tip seemed menacing, staring at her as it did through the dilated slit, looking so much like an unseeing eye, with tiny tearlike drops of lubricant clinging to it. Her eyes moved to the twin globes hanging in their softly swaying sac, holding his waiting semen.
Edie felt the urge to examine everything more closely. Before she could do so, Pete Ross stumbled and fell to his knees on the bed beside her. Edie wondered what he was trying to do.
With his eyes attempting to focus on the girl's bare pelvis, seeing how silken the flesh appeared, Pete moved up on the bed, sliding his knees between those of his young niece. He had to grip her knees and literally tug them open, though the girl offered no resistance. She was curious as to what he was going to do. Edie merely lay back with her head on two pillows, remaining perfectly still and limp as her uncle continued moving higher between her thighs. He was almost up to where he wanted to go when he fell forward, his mouth opening and automatically covering her right breast this time. He tongued the nipple, making it swell and enlarge. Pete drew the stiff little rubbery extension deeper into his mouth, swirling and rubbing his tongue all around it, making the little bud grow longer and harder, causing Edie to gasp and sigh. The girl moaned, enjoying what her uncle was doing to her. And now that she could see it, she enjoyed it even more.
In his mind, Pete realized he would have to move slowly. He didn't want to frighten this young quiff, whoever she was. In spite of not having big breasts, from what little he could make out, he had seen this girl somewhere before, and if he was first getting her into his bed now, it meant she must really be something special. Damn! He wanted to fuck her until neither of them would be able to walk for a week.
Moving slowly, carefully, Pete Ross lifted his hungering mouth from the small, firm, fleshy mound of tit, and carefully using his tongue as a tracer, he slowly, carefully began licking his way down the girl's quivering naked flesh. The flat plane of her naked belly began to writhe, twist and jerk as his oral digit hesitated near her navel ...
Edie felt one shiver of electricity follow another through her body as she watched what her uncle was doing. He was washing her with his tongue, as if they were cats. She stared as his lingual extension dipped into her navel, then lapped out again, seeing it kiss and lick its way further down her belly. When she saw the tip of his tongue wash over her bare pelvis, she trembled and watched him move the tongue toward her left thigh.
Pete Ross was still dizzy and couldn't see clearly, but he could think clearly enough to know he wanted to throw a mean fuck into this sweet little cunt. His nostrils were already quivering as he barely sniffed the light scent of her girlish sexuality. Christ! He'd let his tongue do the work for a while, and then he'd fuck into her so she would never forget him. He was still unsure how the young girl would react to what he was doing. By now, he could sense she was younger than all the other broads he'd fucked, but it never once occurred to him that this was his pure, innocent niece. All he could think of was worming his anxious tongue into the soft, wet warmth of her tight, young pussy. True, he had no idea the pussy was virginal, but he could see that this was a small, tight orifice, and he was going to have a lot of fun opening it up.
Oh my! Edie thought. This is a lot of fun. Wow!
Her muscles tightened, reacting to his roving lips and tongue, as his licking digit slowly traced a wet path along the soft velvet of her inner thighs. Edie could see his face drawing closer and closer to her pouting cuntlips and wondered just what it was he had in mind. She was willing to bet it was something really special. Her uncle had been so good to her. So far.
Staring at the girl's quivering, leaking cuntlips, Pete Ross could wait no longer. Many times in the past he had found his face this close to a burning pussy, but there had always been hair framing it. Not this time, for this cunt was bare and open to his gaze. This was the first time his face was about to come into contact with a naked, hairless vagina. He moved his hungry mouth a little closer to the narrow band of pink flesh bisecting its. way through the girl's crotch. Then he carefully reached his hand forward, moving it around and bringing it down so his thumb and middle finger pressed against the delicate outer labia. The pink, bare slit, as narrow as a hair line, now slowly began widening as he applied more pressure with his fingers. Pete could see the rich pink trench unfolding before his eyes, and now everything seemed to come into sharp, focus. He stared at the girl's dripping interior, seeing the viscid liquids starting to ooze out. If he didn't lick fast enough, he wouldn't be able to catch any of it. Moving his head forward, he flicked his tongue out, stabbing at the tender, quivering little bud of her clitoris.
"Haaaiiii!" Edie gasped, shocked by the electrical pleasure bursting through her. It was a heated bolt of pleasurable lightening. Lord! But it was something the young girl had never expected. Now more than ever she was convinced of the goodness of her Uncle Pete.
Thrills and delights slammed through her body and her quivering mind. What she was feeling was like nothing else she had ever known. And Edie had known many pleasurable things. There was the time her daddy had taken her to the amusement park and the jet of air had blown her dress up. She could still remember the fun feeling of the air jet against her little cuntlips. And there had been the fun of riding the merry-go-round, rubbing her young, girlish crotch against the wooden horse saddle. And there were all the times her daddy had massaged her little body while giving her a bath. But all that was nothing compared to the feeling she was experiencing now, with her uncle's tongue titillating her tiny clitoris, sending bolt after bolt of fiery lightening shooting through her. Not only had his slithering tongue, lapping against her clitoris, caught her completely off guard, it had also caused her lower, inner belly to ignite with a brand-new fire she had never known could be inside her. The burning sensation rapidly spread through her entire young body, and Edie felt it would totally consume her taut, girlish pussy. Her interior was a complete ball of flame. Uncle Pete's wild lapping and slurping was touching a multitude of nerve-endings inside her, making her wild with thrills and passion.
"Unnnggghhh!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh! Geeeeeee! Wowwwww! It feels so good, so good! Unnnnhhhh!"
The girl's sighs of pleasure made Ross all the more diligent as he continued working at his heavy slurping of her delicious vagina. Christ! He had tasted a multitude of cunts, but this one had to be the best. It had a natural flavor he loved.
Edie felt her uncle's lips press solidly against her vulva as he sucked her clitoris as far into his mouth as it would go, lightly nibbling at it with the edges of his teeth. She moaned and gasped loudly as he did so. Not knowing the innocence in the mind of the girl whose cunt he was sucking, Pete Ross intended to continue doing so until he heard her burst with desire for his swollen, lancing cock. He wanted to hear her beg for it.
Pete felt his hard cock press into the sheet, rubbing and straining. He felt it throb with an urgency he knew he would not be able to contain much longer. Christ! This was such a fresh, sweet, delectable nookie. He had never come upon one this tasty. Most of the cunts he fucked and sucked were so old they were almost moldy. Jesus! The pressure in his balls was building higher and higher, and soon something would burst. He could feel the anxiety of the semen within him, aching to come forth from the sperm reservoir holding it back. His testicles had swollen up to the size of tennis balls.
Backing his lips away from the saliva-wet clitoris, Ross moved his tongue like a lancing wedge between the soft, velvety lips of his niece's tantalizing vagina, He could feel each labiums pulsating against his tongue, and it made him shiver. His mouth tasted the sweet unguent pungency clinging to the rim of her inner scalloped cuntlips, and he almost shot off then and there. Christ! She had to be the most perfect female there was. Her labial flesh was tight, like a strong rubber band waiting to be stretched. Ross hesitated for only the briefest instant, then once again began to probe tantalizingly into the depths of her never-before-plumbed pussy. His hands forced her young thighs to open even wider as he pressed his mouth against the liquid warmth of her taut virgin nookie, hungrily lancing his tongue into her seething depths.
"Eeeeeyyuuuuhhhh!" Edie helplessly gasped, feeling his burning oral digit slashing and slicing deeper and deeper into her soaking, flushed, feminine depths.
To the young girl, her uncle's tongue seemed to roll out like a fancy red carpet into her. It unraveled like a coiled serpent, insinuating itself into the heated slickness of her feminine orifice, licentiously building thrilling sensations that the twelve-year-old girl had never known to be inside her. And now that she did know these feelings were there, she wanted to feel more and more of them. Edie had no idea where all this was leading, but one thing she could be certain about ... there was more!
Now the young girl felt Pete Ross's pleasure-giving lingual instrument start sliding in and out of her anxious pussy, feeling her vaginal walls attempt to clamp onto it like the jaws of a hungry hound. She could hear her uncle panting like a beast sweltering in heat, and little by little her mind sank into the heavenly mire created by Ross's moving tongue. Edie became totally oblivious to anything else around her. All she cared about was the thrilling, arousing assault taking place between her widespread girlish thighs. For the moment she had totally forgotten about that funny-looking, hard length of masculine flesh dangling between her uncle's loins. Totally forgotten was her curiosity at seeing it. Uncle Pete was doing something so wonderful to her taut torso, that the passion she felt building in her was completely overwhelming her.
The girl felt her uncle's hands gently raising her knees, lifting them higher and higher, then pushing them back until her rump came straight up, and her thighs rubbed against her small, growing budlike nipples. This also bared the sweet young girl's virgin pussy to the mad tonguings of her hungry, dizzy uncle. She could feel the hot, wet digit swirling through the sucking depths of her wide-open pussy.
Although Pete Ross had no idea that his tongue was dipping into virgin flesh, he could sense the tighteness of the fragrant young cunt he was licking. And so he decided to keep on lapping it until it relaxed, and then he would have less trouble fitting his thick, long penis into the girlishly tight opening. He continued licking into Edie's cunt, but with the passing moments he realized that even though the girl was relaxing, there was no discernible difference in the opening of her taut cunt. Whatever he was doing seemed to frustrate him. God! It was no use. He was never going to open her throbbing pussy any wider with his tongue, and no matter how delicious it tasted, no matter how good it felt to his tongue, it simply wasn't going to distend.
Ross thrust his tongue deeper, feeling frustrated. He licked and lapped and slurped through the young vagina, holding his breath until he thought he would collapse from lack of air. And then, in spite of her lingering curiosity, Edie's softly rounded buttocks began slowly rolling with each stab of his anxious tongue. Her short, loud gasps became louder and more pronounced as she sublimated her mind into the sensations of her body as her inner self flared into total arousal. Edie was suddenly very much the female animal in heat. She writhed and gasped, feeling her uncle's hands reach up and caress her growing breasts, kneading the soft, resilient, fleshy mounds of feminine softness as his fingers incessantly pulled at her turgid nipples. His hard cock now beat uncontrollably against the bed, growing and stretching beyond its own limits. Wild, thrilling sensations resounded and crashed through his aching body, and it was all rapidly becoming intolerable. Jesus! He had to fuck this cunt, and he had to fuck it now!
Edie thrashed about on the bed, sighing from the wonderful wanton pleasure that Uncle Pete was giving her. She loved the feel of his tongue squirming inside her vagina, and when he lifted his tongue and pulled his face back, she could feel her wetly clenching lips folding in on one another.
She ached to grab his head and tug his mouth between her thighs. God! She had to have his tongue licking into her, she just had to!
His head was up and he was staring vacantly into space, once again not seeing her, but this time because of the blistering heat invading his own body. Edie could see the vacant stare in his eyes and couldn't understand why he was staring so emptily, his eyes absent of everything, save total carnal lust. His look frightened her. Edie had never seen anyone wild-eyed before.
When he spoke to her, Edie became frightened for the first time.
"I'm going to fuck you, girlie," he said to her. "And I'm going to fuck you now."
Edie could see the dripping moisture of her vaginal juices mixed with his saliva glistening around his mouth, shining in the dull light of the room. The girl had no idea what he meant, and she was becoming scared. The word "fuck" had come from him as if he intended killing her rather than doing something nice. It scared her a little, even though deep down she knew her uncle would never deliberately hurt her. She had never heard anyone say something so obscene to her before, but her fear was already tempered by the shuddering excitement she was feeling.
"Are ... are you going to hurt me?" she asked.
God! Pete Ross thought. Where have I heard that voice before?
"Hurt you?" he smiled. "Hell no! I'm going to fuck you and give you the greatest thrill any female body ever enjoyed."
"Oh good!" she replied. "I like feeling good. Make me feel good some more."
So, Edie thought, my uncle is going to fuck me, whatever that means. Well, gee, it must be something good. He said so. She could feel lewd, licentious burning sensations in her gut, flickering through her belly, crying out that she was aching for it to happen so she could learn what new thrills were in store for her.
Uncle Pete was levering himself up over her defenselessly naked body as she trembled and shuddered. To her, he was a great animal, hovering like some huge, solid mass of passionate flesh. But why? What was he doing hovering over her this way? This was something still totally beyond the young girl's comprehension, and she had a strong yearning to learn, to know, to understand.
Edie looked down between their glistening bodies, her eyes shifting and staring at the immense penis he had worked between her thighs. Suddenly it dawned on her. Her uncle intended pushing that immense log into her narrow hole. God! That huge thing would never fit inside her. She'd never be able to take something so mammoth. Sure, she was able to handle his small, slick, malleable tongue, but a thick, hard, unbending what-is-it? No way!
"Don't hurt me," she begged, starting to whimper. "Oh please, don't hurt me."
"Of course not," his slurring, gentle voice assured her. "Why should I wanna hurt you. We're just gonna fuck, that's all."
"Why?"
"Aw c'mon, you know why. Because it's lotsa fun. Now you just keep those pretty legs wide open, and I tell you what. I won't do a darn thing. I'll let you do it all. That fair?"
"Well, gee, I guess so."
"Good girl," he said, pushing his penis forward until the rubbery head seemed to bounce off her gentle cuntlips.
Edie saw him leaning down, his palms on both sides of her head, and he whispered, "Okay, kiddo. Now you just guide it in. Reach down with your own hand, put the point right in between those sweet, luscious pussylips."
Thinking by doing what her uncle told her she might escape any possible pain, Edie dutifully obeyed him. She had no wish to look at his monstrous flesh log at the moment, believing that the sight of it forcing its way into her might cause her acute pain. In any case, the girl reached down between their bodies, then gently wrapped her small, slim fingers around the blood-bloated extension of her uncle.
Wow! the girl thought, fingering it for a moment. It felt like nothing else she had ever known. The texture was the most fascinating thing she had ever touched. Yes, remembering how it had throbbed against her body when she had first felt it, she could now feel it pulsate as his blood heatedly pumped through his flesh. It jerked and twitched and flexed in her hand. But in spite of all the fascination she felt about it, Edie realized that it felt even bigger than it looked. Now she was even more reluctant than ever to place the massive dome against the tiny entrance of her trembling contracting pussy.
"Hurry it up, honey," Pete Ross grunted, thinking if she didn't insert it soon, he would go stark, staring mad. The cool touch of her delicate fingers made him feel as if he was going to explode. Jee-ee-susss! He had to have that hot hole of her surrounding his throbbing dork. Taking a deep breath, he crammed his hips forward as if emphasizing the need for his urgency. Damn! It had to go into her. He couldn't remember ever fitting his prong into a vagina this narrow in all his life. She was going to be fucked, and he was going to do it.
A myriad of different sensations suddenly tingled through Edie's mind, winking on and off in her brain as the girl heard her uncle's pleading voice. She wanted to please him, to let him "fuck" her, as he had referred to it, letting him know she was willing to do anything because in the long run she was certain it was all for her own good. But at the same time the poor girl felt terribly frightened, certain that the stretching of her vagina would cause her some pain. Edie could feel her uncle's cock poised like a gigantic battering ram just outside the gates of her girlish temple. It was poised and ready to thrust into her, and she feared it would rip her inner belly to shreds.
No! No! Her uncle wouldn't hurt her. Her uncle had been good and kind to her, taking her in when he hadn't needed to. She had come running to his bed. He hadn't sought her out. Now all he was doing was offering her solace, and here she was, too afraid to accept what he was offering. She had to do it.
Clamping her teeth tightly together, Edie fumbled with the swollen, heated instrument for an instant, until her slim fingers had a sure grip around it. Then, using it as a wedge, the girl ran it up and down, back and forth, parting the thick hairless lips of her aching vagina until the smooth rubbery dome pressed solidly against the tight, never-before-penetrated entrance of her bubbling vagina.
"Okay, Uncle Pete," she gasped, as if having completed some formidable task, proud that she was doing it correctly. Any uncertainty was blotted out. But a moment later she was sorry for her efficiency.
Pete Ross, with the words "Uncle Pete" ringing in his ears but not registering on his brain, suddenly shoved his hips forward rapidly and hard, and the first feelings of sharp hurt from the tightness of her narrow virginal channel skittered up her spine into her brain. The young girl had to $ ' consciously fight off screaming, not wanting her uncle to think he was causing her anguish, since she was still certain he wouldn't be doing this if he believed it would harm her. But she felt the powering, drilling, blunt-nosed head stretch her elastic vaginal mouth until it slipped in, and her cuntal membranes covered the pulsing point like a skin-tight condom. The cockhead made a slight "pop" as it fitted in, and it completely overwhelmed the pretty young girl with unexpected pain.
"Aaaaannnngggghhhh! Ohhhhhh no-o-o-o-o- ... " she wailed, as the force of his sudden entry into her pounded through her twelve-year-old body like the sudden stabbing of a white-hot sword.
Edie felt herself impossibly stretched in the corridor between her delicate thighs, and she responded immediately by pounding her soft, round buttocks solidly into the firm mattress under her in an attempt to escape the rest of the impalement. Her reaction was purely from the gut, coming automatically, as if fighting for self-preservation, even though her mind still wanted to make her uncle happy by not resisting him. For an instant she was certain she would black out because of the intense pain racking her body, but after the first blast of burning agony she was able to bring herself under control. Pleasing her uncle was the single most important thing at the moment. He had taken her away from the fate of a foster home, and she was certain his intentions were good. Everything would work out. Yes, yes!
Pete Ross felt a demanding urge in his balls. He was certain they would explode with sensation because of the tightness of her vaginal hallway gripping and sucking on his cockhead. Ross tried to block a multitude of things from his mind, including the overpowering urge to ram the rest of his cock all the way into her tightness. Her cries made him hesitate, but only for a moment. Having so sweet and sensual and tight a young body under him, writhing helplessly, was intensely stimulating, especially when most of the women he fucked had been blowsy, middle-aged women who were cock-starved and loose-cunted. He had to have this young piece of meat. He had to fuck her, no matter what the consequences. He cocked his hips and rammed forward again, sinking his stone-solid cock another inch into the girl's tight, clutching pussy.
"Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, her eyes rolling upward. "Ohhhhhh Goddddd! Pleeeaaaasssseeee!" the girl whimpered in wild anguish and desperation, wanting her uncle to at least give her inner tunnel a chance to adjust to his thickness before driving more of it into her. She felt a mad conglomeration of wild throbbing, shooting, tearing pains as they crashed into her in wave after wave.
Edie finally resigned herself that this was going to be a totally agonizing experience. She could do nothing but accept what was going to happen to her, much as it anguished her. If her uncle powered forward again, she knew it would be the last sensation she would feel on earth.
She was almost right as the mighty cock tore through her hymen as if it were a wall of tissue paper, and the worst pain of all began lancing through her, making her writhe and twist in tormented anguish. Resistance of any kind was totally useless, and the girl forced herself not to tighten up. Little by little she relaxed as her uncle's long, hard cock began sinking into the very depths of her widely stretched, tortured pussy. The immense, burning, hotly throbbing head seemed to sear its way through her delicate membranes, now riding easily through her wetly clinging inner passage. It pushed her cuntal walls outward as it sank deeper and deeper into her tight, narrow interior.
Edie took a deep breath and held it, and suddenly realized that her uncle was firmly embedded in her, up to the hilt, filling her to the belly. When he pulled back she braced herself for more pain, and when he pushed forward, she felt his throbbing cock slide in with no resistance this time, like a sword into a custom-made scabbard. She gasped, her mind confused as she realized there was less pain with this thrust. And as he continued moving in and out of her, the agony became less and less until it subsided altogether. Each time he rammed forward, the girl felt his scrubby pubic hair against her sensitive, bare pelvis, creating a scratchy sensation against her delicate skin.
"Oooooh, Uncle Pete," the girl gasped, still afraid to move, fearful that the excruciating agony would return. She felt as if he had spiked her to the bed. One false move would result in her being disembowled.
Uncle Pete! Uncle Pete! The words rang in Pete Ross's brain, and suddenly he realized he was staring down into the face of his twelve-year-old niece.
My God, he thought, what am I doing?
But even as he thought it, he continued pounding into her, unable to stop himself. He was fucking his brother's daughter, and he was enjoying it! He loved the taut clutch of her vaginal walls, holding him, sucking him deeper, pulling him further and further into her. It first came to him that she had been screeching in pain, but he was also aware that she was no longer crying out. For a brief instant he wondered if the young girl had fainted, and as he powered his driving cock forward, he flexed the glans, expanding it to the utmost as it drove a little deeper into her unrestrained depths.
"Ohhhhhh, Uncle Pete," she sighed softly, making the violator realize that she was not only getting used to his penis, but was also starting to enjoy it.
No wonder she's so damn tight, he thought. She was a virgin. My God! I've popped her cherry.
Her gasps had turned to sighs, and Pete Ross was glad she was making sounds of pleasure. It let him know he was doing a good job. And if he couldn't tug his cock out of her, knowing who she was, at least he could make her enjoy the fuck. The girl looked beautiful and exciting under him, reacting perfectly to the way he was thrusting his cock into and out of her.
Edie felt him tug his monstrous pole back until only the solid head remained lodged between her inner lips, and then she felt him pounding forward, driving the entire length of solid meat into her weeping depths.
"Huuunnnhhh!" Edie gasped, realizing her tiny, narrow vaginal interior had swelled enough to swallow up the massive log her uncle had thrust into her. More than that, she realized a new heated sensation was enlarging in her belly, swelling with each of his forward thrusts. And it wasn't pain. It definitely wasn't pain.
Each time she felt Uncle Pete pull his fat prick back, the girl could sense her vaginal walls shutting after it, as if aching to return to their former state. Then, as he thrust back into her, the walls seemed to gladly give way, as if enjoying this game of attack and retreat.
The sensation of being helplessly skewered like a piglet gradually faded, replaced by more of the wonderful, heated thrills building up in her belly. The girl knew she was different than she had been before. She was letting her uncle use her body to keep her from feeling insecure. Yes, yes, the lance working in and out of her made her feel as if she had become part of her uncle for a short while, and Edie was no longer afraid. The more he fucked into her, the more secure she felt. And knowing how much he was enjoying doing this to her, Edie felt certain that her uncle would want her around for a long, long time.
Not wanting him to think he was still hurting her, Edie decided she should let him know how much she was enjoying this. Each forward thrust made her feel better and better, and as he continued pummeling his long hard stick in and out of her tight, set, sucking passageway, the sensations became so strong, the girl suddenly realized this was the best feeling she had ever had in her entire life.
"Ooooohhhhh, Uncle Pete, keep doing that," she gasped. "It feels so good, so good!"
Edie could see him smile as he heard her words. She could tell her uncle understood what she was saying, and she felt even better, seeing the honest lust shining in his wide-awake eyes as he stared at her. The girl felt him driving his hard cock up between her loins with all the pent-up energy he could muster. And Edie responded to Pete's fucking with a lifting of her asscheeks from the bed beneath. This was fabulous. She could feel something even stronger pass the burning thrills filling her body. There was a mounting sensation inside her, and she knew if her uncle could keep up his poling of her tight pussy she would soon feel something fabulous. It was lurking down there, just waiting to come out.
The girl felt his thudding balls slam against her asscheeks each time he powered into her, and the dangling testicles were an enhancement of everything she was feeling. She watched as Pete Ross rose from his elbows to the palms of his hands, enabling him to drive even deeper and harder into the sucking, swirling center of his beautiful young niece. Edie was breathing more and more heavily, feeling her hot cunt dilate with each breath she took. Her pretty tongue was tucked in the right corner of her half-open mouth as she all but wheezed to take in more air.
The young girl was the most single sensuous female Pete Ross had ever seen in a lifetime of fucking. He wanted to pound into Edie until she screamed out her orgasmic passion and lust. Christ! Young virgins were no different from older women when it came to enjoying sex.
Edie rolled her head from side to side as Ross mercilessly pounded away into her. Her hips automatically lifted and lowered, responding to his fucking thrusts. The girl, with her head on two pillows, was able to look down the length of their joined bodies each time Pete Ross backstroked. Her eyes looked past her twin, budding breasts, past the flatness of her belly, and finally at the link joining her naked body to that of her uncle. Edie sensed her tight, pink cunt willingly yielding to the man's downward thrusts, welcoming his cock into her narrow, confined depths with tight, pressuring squeezes. She felt his curling, pelvic growth scrub the bare flesh of her own pubis as their aching groins continued slamming hotly together. She could see the way her inner labia seemed to curl out each time her uncle's cock withdrew from inside her. Edie thrilled to the weighty smack of his testicles against her asscheeks. She noticed his balls weren't dangling quite as low now. They no longer hit against her so asshole. But she was dipping and stroking his hard cock into her at a faster and faster rate of speed, and she liked the feel of the massive testicles hitting her flesh each time his monstrous cock sank itself into the twitching depths of her squeezing pussy. Edie could feel excited dribbles of lubrication running out of her vagina, soaking her thighs and buttocks. She was certain her uncle's leathery sac was also covered with her secretions. And the outpouring grease coating her uncle's cock made it slide all the more easily back and forth inside her tight vagina. Her hot burning channel of lust ached for more and more.
Pete Ross knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would be blasting a load of hot sperm into his niece's outstretched cunt. God! He couldn't wait. He would show her how to take care of herself, afterward. And after her next menstrual period, he would start her on the pill. But for now he had to know the enjoyment of shooting into this hot little pussy. It was a quim made to hold his madly thrusting cock.
As the sensations became more and more intense in her quaking little belly, Edie knew this was the start of something big and important. There was more than mere protection behind what her uncle was doing to her. Oh, she could feel the love. Edie had never doubted for one instant that her uncle loved her, even if Pete Ross hadn't realized it until now. But there was more. There was a special something which she would later learn was pure physical lust. Lust was something totally unfamiliar to her, at least as a word, though she had the feeling very strongly herself.
The girl felt Ross's cock sliding in and out of her taut twat like an insistent master, demanding that she totally surrender to his will. Any efforts at resistance would be futile, but at this point, Edie had no will to resist. She wanted to surrender herself entirely to him, and do whatever he wished.
The sensations he was poling into her were overwhelming her entire being, and the girl kept her head raised so she could enjoy the sight of his massive flesh column filling her up. As it ploughed more and more deeply into her inflamed passageway the girl came to understand that the slap of her uncle's sperm-filled balls against her cuntal mouth each time he thrust forward was what made the feelings grow. True, she had no idea what was inside the tightening leather sac dangling under his cock. In fact, she was certain the hanging balls were there for the sole purpose of slapping into her outer cuntlips and thereby enhancing the sensations inside her. She stretched her thighs as widely apart as possible to give his stabbing cock total access to the churning depths of her aroused cunt.
The pink, hotly grasping rim of her taut young vulva seemed to move in and out with the thrusting movements of his lancing cock. Not only did she pick up the rhythm of his meat driving in and out of her, but inadvertently took control by speeding up her own rhythm and making the man's body dance with hers.
Pete Ross felt the surging power of his heated sperm suddenly start rising in him. There was no way he could hold the tide back, and though he ached to make the girl come, he knew there was no way to stop what had started. The hot seed was racing from his balls into the tubes leading to his hard cock. Now the gooey liquid was racing up the tube in the underside of his phallus, feeling the girl's thighs tighten around him. Maybe, just maybe she was on the verge. Maybe he could make her come too. Muscle straining pleasure shot through Ross's body, and he tensed, his muscle cords suddenly straining to their utmost. He could feel the sperm ready to shoot from the enlarged, swollen tip of his elongated, stiffened cock, and he found himself caught up in a wild, wonderful world of ecstasy the like of which he had never imagined to exist. And then the entire world was blasting out of his body through the narrow slit in the head of his swollen cock. It began jerking, twisting, and spurting madly.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! YYYYYAAAAAGGGG HHHHH!" Ross shouted, "Owwwwwooooo!" Edie gasped as she felt the first, heated blasts of-simmering sperm shoot up into the depths of her tiny womb. The girl felt herself being buffeted wildly about on the bed under her uncle's thrusting body, feeling waves of lust smash against her belly.
The flooding heat started expanding in her anguished stomach, causing her stomach muscles to tighten and jerk frantically as one great spasm followed another through her girlish body. Edie felt herself being lifted off the bed with each seizure as the blasting sensations within became greater and greater. The tender walls of her delicate cunt transmitted blast after towering blast of his hot juices as they ran the length of his continuing pumping cock to splash into the anguished, anxious depths of her lusting womb. And then, just when Edie thought that wild sensation hiding in her would never arrive, it wracked her body too.
Suddenly the young girl thought her entire body had simply exploded into a countless number of tiny fragments as thrilling blasts of electric pleasure shot through every nerve-ending in her body. Her pink pussy flowered open, then clamped tightly shut around the twitching, spasming, softening column within. Again and again her belly erupted with flaming liquid. She was totally exploding in orgasm, and now she wanted to shout out the wonderful sensations she was feeling.
It was as if she had taken a barrel ride up Niagara Falls rather than down. She felt his burning semen mix with the flooding oil gushing around inside her own seething pussy, lewdly racing along the walls of her cuntal cavern in challenging waves. And then, as her vaginal walls contracted, she felt the mixture spill out around her uncle's still-thrusting cock. The hot spunk burned down her cuntlips into her anal crevice, getting caught and matted in Pete Ross's pubic hair.
Edie lingered on every tiny sensation her body could feel. Every little tingling felt amplified a hundred thousand times by her blasting orgasm. The girl bucked wildly on the bed as his softening cock continued sluicing through her. The girl clutched her uncle's hairy body tighty to her small breasts, humping her asscheeks up and down, hoping the sensations would go on forever.
Even before she felt the last dribble of semen inside her, Edie was feeling weak, falling asleep. She never felt her uncle pull the blanket up over the two of them as he too fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
When Edie awoke the following morning, her uncle was fast asleep and snoring, arms flung out wide on the other side of the bed. When she tried moving, she felt a soreness between her thighs.
Throwing the covers off her, she looked at her naked body. It looked no different, except ... except for the dried pink stains on her thighs and on the sheets. She had bled a little when her uncle had fucked her last night. That was what he called it, fucking her. She must have bled when she'd felt all that pain. Golly! It was the strangest thing.
First to feel pain and bleed, and then for the pain to go away. She must have stopped bleeding at the same time, or the entire bed would have been drenched in blood.
Edie wondered if she would bleed and feel pain each time her uncle did this to her. She had no doubt Uncle Pete would want to fuck her again. What she had shared with him was too good an experience not to enjoy, even if she had to suffer the pain all over again.
Climbing out of bed, Edie went to the bathroom and ran a hot tub of water. Then she soaked her naked little body in it for almost an hour. By the time she got out and dried herself off, the ache in her groin had almost disappeared. True, it was difficult for her to walk at first. She felt like keeping her thighs wide apart. But with the passing of minutes the ache entirely faded, and she could walk normally.
Going to her room, she looked through her sparse wardrobe and decided to put on green slacks with a pink blouse. The blouse was loose and didn't press against her growing tits, so she decided not to wear a bra. Pushing her bare feet into a pair of loafers, she went to her uncle's kitchen, found the bacon and eggs, dug out a frying pan, and soon had breakfast ready and waiting.
The sizzling smell woke Pete Ross. Staggering nakedly to his feet, he grabbed a bathrobe from his closet, went to the John and voided, washed his hands and face, and first became aware of the crusty sensation around his groin. Looking down, he saw dried semen, a little pink in color, and the startling realization came to him that it hadn't been a dream. He had fucked his own niece.
Feeling ashamed of himself, he came out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen.
"Hi, Uncle Pete," the girl said, smiling. "How are you feeling?"
My God! he thought. It hasn't fazed her a bit She liked it.
"Uh ... look," he said, sitting at the small kitchen table. "About what happened last night ... "
"I wanted to ask you about that," she said, looking him in the eye as she put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him, with four slices of toast covered with butter. "Does it always have to hurt like that at the start?"
"I'm sorry, honey. I was bombed out of my mind," he told her, "Otherwise I would never have done that to you."
"Why not?" she asked. "After the pain faded away, it was a lot of fun. But will I always have to feel that pain?"
He stared at her as she sat across the table from him, eating her food and looking at him. God! She was the weirdest kid. Most girls would be screaming and terrified. They would need a shrink to help put their minds right. Not this little chick. To her, the whole thing had been as natural as eating, sleeping, or simply kissing.
"Uh ... no, he told her, shaking his head. "It doesn't have to hurt anymore. You see, there was a little piece of tissue inside you, and when I ... well ... "
"When you fucked me," she prompted, taking a bite of toast.
"Yes, well, when I fucked you, I tore that piece of tissue. That was what caused most of the pain. True, you might feel a little discomfort from being stretched, but you'll get over that in time."
Pete was drinking his coffee when she disarmingly said, "Can we do it again?"
Coughing, choking, spluttering, Pete Ross dropped his coffee cup and gasped. This girl was really something. She wanted more.
Edie was up and patting her uncle on the back. She brought him a glass of water and made him relax and drink some of it.
"Edie," Pete said to her. "We have to talk about it first. To begin with, what we did is something that is strictly between you and me. No one else must know about it. Understand?"
"Sure," Edie nodded. "If you say so. But I don't know why. It was a lot of fun."
"I know, honey, but it won't be fun if we start talking to everyone else about it. This has to be our secret."
"Only if you promise we can do it again," Edie stubbornly insisted.
"All right, honey. Look, let me take a shower, and when I come out, I can teach you all kinds of other things too. We can spend the day getting to learn about one another. Okay?"
"Sure thing," she smiled, mopping up the last of her egg with a piece of toast. "I'll change the sheets on your bed and wait for you, okay?"
Edie watched as her uncle, still in a daze, got up from the table and went into the bathroom where he started the shower going. She quickly cleared the table and washed the dishes. Then she took a sheet from the small linen closet in the hallway, and made her uncle's large double bed.
By the time Edie had finished, her uncle was emerging from the bathroom, smelling of deodorant soap. She walked up to him and said, "Hi, Uncle Pete," and put her arms around him. Her mouth clamped itself against his, and the two were suddenly kissing like two people in love. She could feel her uncle's large hands squeezing her buttocks through the slacks.
Edie felt a dizzying heat burn its way through her young body. She felt more secure now than she had ever felt before in her entire life. She squeezed her arms around her uncle's neck, kissing him all the harder, burning her lips against his, feeling his tongue lick into her mouth. She responded with her own tongue, licking back. She could feel the hot, hard length of his proud cock under his robe, pressing against the flat softness of her belly. It felt like a dagger trying to stab its way into her body by making its own entrance. The young girl's mind whirled and spun, aching to feel her uncle's tremendous prick jab between her young thighs again. She wanted to be fucked until she completely lost consciousness.
"Undress," she heard him whisper.
"You do it," she teased. "Take my clothes off."
She walked to the bed, and she knew this time she was really going to enjoy everything. This time her mind would be wide awake.
"Not in here," Pete told her. "It becomes routine, and something like this can get boring if you do it again and again the same way. If I'm going to be fucking you regularly from now on, and I think that's just what's going to happen, I'm going to teach you all the things I know so you'll never get bored. And when it comes to fucking, honey, never do the same thing twice in a row. Variations make it all so much more exciting."
He took her hand and led her into the livingroom. Edie felt lightning-like chills raggedly charge through her young body. He guided her to the large, deep sofa, and said, "This time we're going to have all kinds of fun in here. The next time it'll be somewhere else."
Edie felt more heat coursing through her young body. Golly! She'd had no idea fucking could be such a complicated procedure. One of the things she had enjoyed so much about it had been the simplicity of their joining bodies. Oh well, if Uncle Pete said variety was more fun, she was willing to go along with him. But, gee, she wanted his hands all over her, taking her clothes off and relieving the burning ache she was feeling deep down inside her. Edie didn't know why, but ever since being fucked last night, there was a yearning, burning craving inside her for more orgasms.
She plopped on the sofa and felt him slide down next to her. Edie could hear her uncle's heavy, uncontrolled breathing as he slid her blouse off her shoulders and expertly began fingering her taut brown nipples. The breast points were already hard, tightened as the licentious touch of cool morning air ran over them. The girl trembled as Pete Ross's hands expertly slid her tight sex-wet panties down over her thighs, feeling the smooth, silkiness of her flesh while looking at the ivory color of her skin. She writhed and squirmed under the expert maneuvering of his fingers.
Edie stared at Pete when he stood to take off his robe. She sat up, swinging her legs around, and wrapped her slender girlish arms around his thick, heavily muscled thighs.
The girl was a total slave to the demanding desires of her passion-filled body. It was as if she had become addicted to sperm, and once having had it injected into her, needed continuing doses. The girl hugged his thighs tightly and felt his pulsing cock press against her cheek, leaving a smear of lubricant. She pulled her head back to stare at the threatening prick, then slid her hand up his hairy thighs until she'd grasped the throbbing cock tightly, squeezing and tugging on it, praying deep down he would always be willing to satisfy her with it.
Edie Ross, still a naive little girl, introduced so suddenly to sex, was anxious for more and more of this new phenomenon. Right now, her entire world centered around her uncle's throbbing penis, and she gently stroked its length with her small hand. It was a thick, pulsing, stabbing, driving shaft that could once again bring her to the rapturous heights of total wanton ecstasy. Once having known such a feeling, she could never content herself with never feeling it again.
Edie squeezed her uncle's solid javelin again, and for reasons totally unknown to herself, kissed its head.
Why did I do that ? she asked herself.
Odd, but she had the feeling her vagina wasn't the only orifice she could fill with a penis. For some strange, inexplicable reason, the young girl was certain she would derive almost as much pleasure feeling the solid baton in her mouth. She had the urge to suck it like a lollipop.
Sitting back, she watched as her uncle threw his robe onto a nearby chair, then turned to face her. Edie had to admit, for an old man of more than forty, her uncle was still solidly built. He had nice, solid arms, and under the hair on his chest she could see firm pectorals.
As Pete came closer to her, Edie reached out and closed her two hands around his solid penis. The girl's entire body shuddered with heat spasms as she gripped the extension and slowly began pulling him closer and closer to her. She could feel twitching little aches in her nipples as her hands held the hot flesh stick. Gee! It was really hot, all right. It even felt hotter than it had last night, just before she had guided it into her. Her manual caressing made her uncle moan, and once more she felt flashes of fire burn through it, almost making her yank her hand away.
Edie stared at the penile length in the shaft of sunlight streaming in from the window behind the sofa. She examined the big red tip, listening to him pant, watching the glans expand each time he flexed his hard cock. She could feel Pete's eyes staring at her with as much curiosity as she felt staring at his penis. In the whole world there was nothing else for her now, nothing but this long thick cock clutched in her anxious hands. The rock-hard penis was the only thing that would relieve the horrible ache in her tortured loins.
The girl ran her inquisitive hands over the rubbery point again and again, not being able to get her fill of seeing the hard prick this close. She had felt her uncle's cock last night, guiding it into her, but she hadn't really been able to look at it in the semi-darkened room. God! To think she had been able to take this entire thick, long piece of flesh into her body. Wow!
Edie could feel a straining between her thighs, and reaching down with her hand, she touched her own clitoris for the first time. Gee! She hadn't even been aware of the sensitive extension of flesh down there until her uncle had touched it.
The girl gently pulled at her uncle's hard cock, then started to apply a mounting pressure with her tightly clenched fist. She wanted to see how hard it was, it felt so good and strong.
Edie's tight grip became unbearable. She was squeezing Pete's penis a bit too hard, and he had to reach down and make her ease her pressure. Slowly he guided her hand back and forth, making her gently stroke it. Soon she got the idea and was able to yank on the penis by herself, listening to him moan with pleasure. Edie watched him pushing his hips forward, each time thrusting the head of his cock a little closer to the soft peach-textured skin of her pretty face.
"Edie," he gasped, "I ... uhhhh ... want you to do something for me," he said, speaking in time to the way her hand was tugging on his cock.
"Sure, Uncle Pete," he said, her breath covering his cock as she spoke.
"I ... uhhhh ... want you to suck my cock, honey. Don't be afraid. It doesn't ... ooooh ... taste bad, or anything like that. But it will feel so good resting in your mouth. Please, Edie. Please do it for me."
"Sure, Uncle Pete," she acquiesced.
The urging passion within him grew as he panted louder and louder. His gasping was mounting as he reached down and gently took her softly stroking hand from his cock. Edie felt all excited and on fire, knowing that she was going to do what her instincts had told her to do in the first place. She was going to suck on that wonderful solid log of flesh.
Gee, she wondered, how much can I take into my mouth without choking!
She felt Pete Ross's fingers running through her hair, tugging her head forward, drawing her pouting pink lips to the burning red tip of his swollen cock. Gently he pulled her head forward even more, letting his rubbery knob bounce off her lips leaving a spot of lubricant behind. Edie's tongue snapped out and licked it in.
Tasteless, she said to herself, enjoying the oily texture of it as she ran it over her tongue again and again.
He pressed his reddish point to her lips again, and when the glans bounced off, Edie could see a huge drop of colorless ooze coming from his cock-tip. It started sliding down, then began dripping from the length of his cock. Her tongue reached out, caught it, and pulled it back into her mouth where she could enjoy the texture of this oily drop, as well.
Once more, Edie felt her uncle's hands tighten gently in her hair, pulling her head forward. This time she parted her lips and felt the smooth, elastic dome slide between them. The naive young girl heard her uncle moaning in ecstasy as the rubbery point of his hard penis brushed against the edges of her straight white teeth.
Edie stopped, waiting to see what her uncle would do next, but he simply stood in front of her. The young girl realized the next move was up to her. Uncle Pete was being very gentle about everything, not trying to force her to do anything. So she wiped her tongue against the underside of his phallic head, and this time the young girl could feel the tremor running through her uncle's body.
Uncle Pete is right, Edie thought. Sex is a lot of fun, and with so many different things to do, it would be hard to get bored. She tightened her full moist lips around his throbbing penile point, and though she sensed the urgent need for him to cram more of his hard cock into her mouth, she sensed his self-control. Sucking this hot hard cock was going to be a lot of fun. And she slowly began bobbing her head along its throbbing length, taking another two inches of penis into her mouth before letting it slide out to the tip again. Saliva filled her mouth, bathing the rubbery head, and she sucked all the more strongly at its shuddering hardness.
And as Edie sucked at her uncle's burning hardness, now bobbing her head back and forth in rhythm, taking a fraction of an inch more each time, she heard her uncle's ecstatic moans and groans. He was gasping with a wide open mouth, gripping her round, bare shoulders with his hands, but keeping them off her head. He tugged on her shoulders as if trying to pull her head closer to him, but Edie, now realizing how much fun this was, decided to tease a little and pulled her head back. One of her hands reached up and her fingers encircled the throbbing staff. While her mouth sucked and licked, her hand was pulling on the pulsing shaft.
Now Edie tightened the band of her lips, encircling the dome with the flesh of her inner mouth, licking his colorless juices with her anxious tongue. Gee! The penis was so big and hot and throbbing with life. The girl felt as if she could go on sucking forever. Wow! This was really terrific.
As she sucked, Edie stared at the length of cock that her fist was tightly gripping. She could see where her lips caused the pulsing length to shine with wetness each time she drew her head back. And the blood boiling through the hot cock seemed to make it shine a richer red. Images of the massive, pulsing cock-growing, expanding, then returning to its original size only to grow all over again with newfound strength-filled her eyesight. Edie had the urge to suck all of it. She wanted the entire mass of flesh to stuff and fill her mouth and throat. And if her uncle wanted to spew his white sauce while his cock was in her mouth, then that too was perfectly all right with her.
The girl heard her Uncle Pete gasping uncontrollably for breath, panting like a mad, insane bear. Now his hands, which had been clutching her shoulders, flew to her hair, running through her short brown locks and tangling them around his fingers. Her hands reached around and gripped his asscheeks in time to feel his gluteal muscles clench and tighten spasmodically as she heard short grunts hoarsely come from his agonized throat.
Now Pete Ross was jerking forward again and again, and she felt his huge cock pumping deeply into her throat. Her mouth clamped tightly around it, sucking pulling, feeling the huge head work deeper and deeper into her throat. Edie didn't know why, but she had an overpowering urge to taste the flow from her uncle's penis. Her fingers came up and cupped his dangling testicles, feeling them swell as the protective sac of wrinkled flesh around them shrank, tugging them all the more tightly into his groin. She caressed them again and again, making him shudder and jump as his hands twisted her hair and he pounded his pelvis into her beautiful face again and again.
"Ohhhhh Goddddd!" Edie heard her uncle gasp. "I'm gonna come. Oh Crisht! I can feel it! I'm gonna come."
Come? What did he mean by come?
"OHHHHH ... AAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... AAAAARRRRRGGGGG HHHHH!" he bellowed, and the young girl suddenly discovered what he meant as the massive cock twitched and jerked in her mouth. This was it!
Edie suddenly understood. Shooting that heavy fluid of his meant that he was coming. The girl sucked hungrily at his spurting cock shooting heavy burning liquid deep into her throat. She gulped it down as quickly as possible, but was no match for the way he was spurting. Soon she could feel the semen clogging her mouth even as she desperately tried to continue swallowing quickly. But it was to no avail. Her nostrils flared as she tried pulling air in while sucking down his orgasmic juices. The hot viscous substance pumped into her sucking mouth and came spilling out the corners, and run down to her chin, even as she continued strongly swallowing the hot heavy liquid. The rich tang filled her nostrils, making her remember how she had felt when she'd smelled the sperm the last time, as it filled her heated vaginal orifice.
Edie felt the penis go totally limp as her uncle still stood over her. He had satisfied his own urgent need, and she knew he was going to do something for her. She just knew it. He was that kind of man.
Still, she felt a kind of inner satisfaction, even though her hot cunt was burning up. She had made her uncle very happy, and that, in itself, was reason enough to make her happy. She loved doing it this way, and vowed this was something else she would have to repeat in the future.
But even as she thought about this, the fiery, burning hunger in her vaginal maw seemed to grow, and the young girl knew she needed her uncle to do something for her. The seething cunt between her thighs felt like a burning kiln in need of satisfaction.
Edie's eyes were tightly shut, and she began rubbing her girlish hands up and down her own body, massaging her nipples, toying with her tortured flesh. She rubbed her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, squeezing them, enjoying her own touch, but not nearly as much as she had enjoyed the hands of her uncle. One of her hands slid between her thighs again, and with her forefinger she began caressing her little clitoral extension. Even on her knees she was able to hump her fulcrum against her finger and enhance the aching yearnings building inside her.
Opening her eyes, Edie suddenly realized her uncle was no longer standing in front of her. As her fingers continued working their way through her anguished cuntlips, she looked down and saw him with his arms folded under his chin, staring up at her taut vagina. Edie felt the burning, heavy rhythm of Pete Ross's breath on her alabaster-smooth thighs as he crawled forward, bringing his lips closer to the rich coral of her aching cunt. He took his hands from under his chin and reached under her, cupping them under her buttocks. He was a strong man, and with practically no effort, he lifted her up and sat her on the couch, but on the very edge, all the way forward. His hands remained under her asscheeks, squeezing and kneading, building hotter flames in the young girl's aching body.
Edie jumped as she felt her uncle's lips kiss the softness of her thighs with his licking tongue. He lapped a dotted path inward, and Edie fell backward, letting her head slam against the soft sofa-back. She lay there, helpless, not moving, suddenly feeling his tongue licking over the fingers she had pressed against the shape of her extended clitoris. She trembled as she felt his tongue lick over her pelvis, washing the light film of vaginal juices from it.
Lying back as she did, Edie shuddered with sparkling delight as her uncle's panting breath covered her throbbing pubic swell. She anxiously slipped her fingers out to make room for his wet, arousing tongue. He was going to do for her what she had done for him.
"Huuunnnhhh!" she gasped automatically as the man's tormenting oral digit flashed out and lapped at the pink, winking slash while slithering between the puffiness of her outer labia.
Edie jumped. The feeling was fantastic, sensational. His tongue was delectably tormenting her as it lapped at her burning inner wetness, working between the scalloped edges of her inner lips. Edie couldn't recall feeling anything quite so shocking, yet soft and deliciously exciting. Not that it was better than her uncle's cock, but it was different, and in its own way it was just as good.
Now Edie could understand why her uncle had gripped her hair so strongly. She was clutching his hair, frantically trying to pull his lapping tongue deeper and deeper into the heated center of her vaginal pit. She felt Pete respond by sinking his face even deeper into her sparsely haired crotch, his wild, slithering tongue worming its way in, then sliding out again so it could slurp against the sensitivity of her erect clitoris. The slavering tongue just pressed against it and rubbed lapping up and down, making her little ass bounce in the clutch of his gripping hands.
"Huuunnnhhh!" she sighed and gasped as the first shocks of shooting delight trembled through her, caused by the workings of his lapping oral digit.
Edie felt her clitoral extension tormented as if lire was. oozing from every pore as Pete's tongue continued slurping in and out of her heated, flaming vagina, reaching into the very core of her soul. Her ass bounced wildly out of control as she felt her uncle's tongue continue to lick at her quivering man-in-the-boat. She felt it swollen beyond any size she had believed possible, and now a rush of delightfully tormented sensations charged through her, searing her body with immense thrills she'd never imagined. After the feelings she had known the previous night, Edie thought it impossible for any other sensations to match it. But the pressure against her clitoris was building her to an orgasmic height certainly equal to that of last night, if not higher. She was totally uninhibited, and allowed her body to experience every soul-shattering delight of sexual ecstasy.
The lapping of her cunt affected Edie like a drug, and had her floating on cloud nine. Her uncle's continued sucking of her anguished clit drove her mad with lust as she thrashed and whimpered.
Pete Ross sucked and licked with verve, wondering if all young girls were this turned on, or if Edie was special. Hell! He'd never made it with a chick this young before, and it got him to thinking about whether or not all young girls were this sensuous. It was something he would have to find out in the future. But right now, he was getting enjoyment from the taste of Edie's cunt. Pete's lips felt the throbbing clitoris jerk and pulse as if it were a full-size cock, and he felt all the more excited, tasting the tiny quivering length. It was the smallest clit he had ever sucked, and it was the most sensitive.
Edie turned her head to the side and looked down between Pete's thighs. She could see that his massive cock was again half-hard. This meant that when he was finished sucking her clit, he might still be able to fuck her. The mere thought sent her into another state of aroused ecstasy. God! It would be wonderful.
The young girl felt Pete Ross lapping continually at her clitoral extension, sometimes catching it with the edges of his teeth and titillating it, making her squirm and writhe. The thought of her uncle fucking her again was taking total control over her mind, and Edie knew, much as she loved the way he lapped her vagina, that she wanted the full length of his broad meat inside her.
"Uncle Pete," she gasped, writhing on the couch as his tongue continued lapping into her. "Fuck me! Fuck me. Now!"
He threw her sideways on the sofa, then crawled up between her thighs, his dangling meat throbbing uncontrollably.
Jesus! he thought. This is the first time in my life I've grown another hard-on so quickly after coming. Shee-itt! This is one special little girl, all right.
Edie felt her uncle's mouth sucking on her nipples as his knee ground into her crotch. She shuddered at the sensation, knowing she was about to be fucked all over again. Her head whipped from side to side as she moaned and gasped, writhing against the pressure his knee was causing against her clitoris.
Damn! Pete Ross thought. This is the wildest female I've ever known. I've turned her into a sex goddess.
Edie felt him clutch her all the more tightly to him, and then she realized he was pulling her up, making her sit up, tugging her thighs around his hips as he sat back on the couch.
Edie leaned back, feeling his hands supporting her spine. She looked into her uncle's eyes and saw the same lust mirrored in her own. She felt his hands pressing on her neck, making her lean forward, and then her mouth was kissing his, hungrily, sucking his tongue as far into her oral cavern as possible. She felt him licking her own lingual organ as if it were a tiny clitoris, tugging it between his lips and sucking on it.
Edie's small, growing breasts quivered against the hairy chest of her uncle and her fingers smoothed the fringes of hair on the side of his head that she had tugged when he had been lapping her.
The girl could feel Pete's pulsating cock rubbing between her lust-filled labia, getting harder and harder, and she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he would be sliding that wonderful muscle into her girlish cunt. Knowing she was about to be fucked again, Edie held her heat in check as Pete, with a sexual certainty born of so much experience, squirmed his body into its best position, ready to lift the young girl and bring her slamming down on his throbbing cock.
Edie felt the pulsing head expand and contract between her sucking labia as it slid back and forth, looking for her funneling entrance. She felt Pete's hands lift her asscheeks up, and her arms wrapped themselves around his head so he could keep her balance. Now the girl could sense the penile head touching her vagina, and she gasped, waiting. Slowly, little by little, she began to lower herself on the upstanding tool. It remained upright as little by little it began slipping into her tight pink cavern. She could feel her vaginal muscles, young, tight, elastic, being stretched as his wedging cock pushed deeper and deeper. And then her hungry cunt seemed to swallow up his thick length, once again feeling it widen her inner passageway as it shoved its entire length into her.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Edie gasped, sliding down his manpole, feeling it stretch her again, but this time with no pain.
"Oooohhhhh!" Pete sighed, feeling his niece's taut pussy totally surround him as his twitching length filled her with its lust-maddening stiffness. The long, twitching rod seemed to burn its way deeper and deeper into her. And then she was all the way down.
"Okay," Pete gasped to his pretty niece. "Now it's your turn. Now you have to do the fucking. Nice and easy, just move up and down, up and down, and it'll all feel wonderful."
The long, jerking, twitching length of him seemed to spastically vibrate in her sucking tunnel as Edie began riding it up and down. The power of it was so dizzying, she almost blacked out, and had her uncle's arms not supported her back, the girl most certainly would have toppled backward. Her knees were outside those of her uncle's, and she gripped his loins tightly with them, while her fingernails dug into the back of his neck as she tried holding onto him. She rotated her body as she moved it up and down, enhancing the sensations shooting through her. Edie sighed and gasped, sighing as she rose, gasping as she fell, mewling incessantly with thrilling delight. She trembled uncontrollably because of the licentious pleasures she was feeling, caused by the hard cock stroking in and out of her tight twat. Her vaginal muscles clamped down all the more tightly now. She was first beginning to learn how to use them, and the young girl realized the value of being able to control the edges of her sucking vulva. It clutched the throbbing, burning, reaming pole and squeezed again and again, thrilling to the way it plunged into her bare, tormented, anguished cunt.
Oh God! Pete thought, through the maddening lust overwhelming him. She's so goddamn tight and so anxious to fuck. Oh God!
She writhed and wriggled against him, clutching his thighs with her straining knees as she sank on his twitching, jerking cock again and again. Like a maddened maniac the young girl increased the tempo of her riding oh his lust-stiffened cock. His hands no longer supported her back, but once again slid down to the swollen cheeks of her white ass. Edie clenched her anus tightly shut as her buttocks quivered with wild delight. His niece felt her uncle's fingers slide between her asscheeks and press against the tiny entrance to her anus. This was something she hadn't expected.
"Relax," Pete Ross whispered to the bouncing girl. "Let your ass open wide so I can fit my finger into it. You'll like it, you'll see."
"It'll hurt," Edie gasped, still riding up and down.
"No it won't," he assured her. "My finger is much more slender than my cock. Come on, honey, let the finger go in. You'll like it. It's something new, and it adds spice to everything. You'll see."
"Uhhhhh!" she gasped, humping her cunt up and down, loosening her asscheeks, letting his finger press all the more strongly against her anal opening. The girl was frantically bouncing in her uncle's lap, unable to stay still. And then she felt his finger press into the forbidden target, pushing against the clenched, narrow muscle.
"Unh ... unh ... unh ... " she gasped, feeling the index finger slowly worm its way into her soft hairless hole. The adolescent girl gasped and wailed with lust aroused thrills as she felt the eeling finger corckscrewing into her rectum while the plunging cock continued driving deeper and deeper into her sucking, straining pussy. The wet, clasping pressure of her hot cunt was driving her uncle mad. Edie could see the glazed look in his eyes, and it was an added thrill to know that she was responsible for it.
She rode him frantically, pounding against his thigh-tops with her buttocks as he tugged her asscheeks forward, keeping his hot cock stuffed all the way inside her. The girl gasped and cried out her wanton passions until both could feel nothing other than the throbbing, beating, pounding that raced through both of them.
Jerking and bucking, Edie slid her knees out from under her and wrapped them tightly around her uncle's waist.
"Good girl," he grunted. "Clamp your legs tightly around me and keep them there."
Edie, not aware of what her Uncle Pete intended, did as he ordered, and felt him move forward, then little by little struggle to his feet. His hands continued supporting the young girl's buttocks as she crammed her body spasmodically against his. Her head flailed maddeningly from side to side in uncontrolled passion. The tendons in her widespread groin stretched and stood out beneath her skin as the girl stretched her muscles beyond their limits to suck even more of his cock inside her. There was almost no back and forth friction now as her sucking cunt leeched onto his cock and kept it locked inside her. The girl clung tightly to her uncle with her four limbs, as well, as he began walking around the room, corkscrewing his throbbing prick inside her.
The twelve-year-old girl could feel her climax nearing, and bounced frantically against him, clinging all the more tenaciously to him. Her mouth cymbaled against his, arid she sucked his long stiffened tongue into her mouth, sucking on it as strongly as her tight cunt was sucking on his throbbing, thrusting cock. Her teeth were even digging into it to prevent its retreating back into his own mouth as she continued pounding against him again and again, feeling his strong hands support her as solidly as any saddle.
Now Edie sensed her uncle's rhythms slowing down, though the power of his brutal thrusts became almost unbearable. He was hauling his ass back, then wickedly slamming into her, and the girl sensed he was also nearing his own conclusion.
Oh God! she thought. Let him hold it back until I come! He's already come once. Now it's my turn.
Edie's feet were pressing against her uncle's hairy buttocks, and she could feel his asscheeks clenching, just as her own were tight around his inthrust finger. Now she began a sideways thrashing, wrenching her hips left and right, left and right in an anguished effort to feel his rock-hard penis make her come. Her asscheeks were still tightly gripping his forefinger, thrilling to the pressure of it in her rectum. Her uncle had been right, as usual. The finger felt good in her ass, and when it came rushing out, she missed it and wished he would slam it back in. But he was using it with his other nine fingers to help support her shuddering asscheeks as she still threw her body from side to side.
Edie's lips pressed so strongly into those of her uncle, she pushed his upper lip back into his teeth as their tongues fought back and forth between their mouths. And she turned her left ankle inward, and with her big toe she was rubbing the sphincter of her uncle's asshole. The girl knew she would never be able to fit her toe into him from that angle, but the mere pressure of the ball of her toe should be enough to build the sensations she was feeling even higher.
"Ummmm!" she sighed sucking his tongue, and then her mouth opened wide, letting his tongue slip out as she shouted, "UUUUU-UUU UUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! UUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!"
The first maddening throes of orgasm began racking the girl's body, followed by a volcanic eruption deep down- inside her. Her thighs clamped all the more tightly around Pete Ross's body, and had the girl been the littlest bit stronger, she would have broken both of her uncle's hip bones. Her entire body jerked madly forward, making him stagger backward as a blistering flood tide of shooting juices came squirting from her cunt, bathing her thighs and his balls. Flaming shot after flaming shot blasted its way through her belly as she felt Pete Ross's arms suddenly clutch her all the more tightly to him as he shouted, "Oh, you sweet, wonderful cunt!" And that was followed by a loud "AAAAA-YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" And Edie felt a spurting blast of semen inundate her inner body. At the same time Pete Ross sank to the floor. Herself totally drained for the moment, Edie was able to understand why her uncle almost fainted.
CHAPTER FOUR
Edie was not registered at the local school, and it was so close to the end of the school term that Pete decided he would wait until the fall to sign her up. In the meantime, since she had nothing else to do, he took her with him when he did his plumbing, and inside of a week the girl knew more about the business than many apprentices he had helped get started.
It was on a Monday, more than two weeks after Edie's arrival, that Pete realized how much he could benefit from using her at work. Even with coveralls and a blue shirt, and a cap to cover her short brown hair, there was no mistaking the fact that Edie was female. Her face was too damn pretty to be anything else. Oddly enough, it all came about when she wasn't with him.
For the previous five days, Edie had suffered through her period, and she had decided it might be a good idea for her to leave Pete early that day, go home, and clean herself out. Pete had already bought contraceptive pills at the local pharmacy, and he reminded her to take one.
Arriving at the house, Edie let herself in. Luckily her uncle's latest job wasn't too far away, and she had been able to walk home. Besides, she knew it was what Uncle Pete called a "special job." It meant he would be doing with the woman of the house what he usually did with her when she didn't have her period. She wasn't too worried about her uncle being used up. Somehow these older women never seemed to be able to sap him of his stamina. Edie knew she was the only one who could do that.
Taking a long bath, she made certain to clean her vagina, knowing her uncle loved eating what he called her pussy. By now, she knew just about every slang word for the male and female genitals. Then she made sure to take a pill.
The last week had been a kind of hell for the young girl. Even though she had enjoyed learning about the plumbing trade, her menstrual cycle had prevented her from enjoying her uncle, and it also prevented him from enjoying her. She had offered to go down on him a couple of times, but he had explained it would only frustrate her that much more, and it wouldn't be right. Besides, Uncle Pete was still handling his "special cases," so he wasn't nearly as frustrated as she. He'd even allowed her to watch, once, though the woman had been unaware that she was there. And Edie decided she was much better than any of these other women. Heck! Her first time out, when she'd known nothing, she had been better than most of these older women.
Just as she had finished in the bathtub, she heard the doorbell ring. Wrapping he bathrobe around her, pushing her feet into a new pair of slippers that Uncle Pete had bought for her, Edie answered the door. What she saw were three beefy men, all dressed in suits, all wearing angry expressions.
"Can I help you?" she asked as they bulled their way past her, shutting the door behind them.
"Yeah," the oldest looking one said.
All three were a little on the heavy side, but otherwise didn't look at all alike. The one talking to her had grey hair; the second man had blond hair; and the third man had dark hair, though he was starting to go bald.
"I'm Tom Williams," the white-haired man was saying. "This is John Kamp," he said, pointing to the balding, dark-haired man. "And this is Dave Schachter," he said, referring to the blond man. "We'd like to have a heart-to-heart with Pete."
"Well, my uncle isn't home right now," Edie told them, tugging her robe all the more tightly around her.
"You're uncle, huh," Williams snapped. "You hear that guys? "This sweet little kid is a relative of Pete Ross. We didn't even know he had relatives. Well, well, well. This changes things a little. Maybe you can help us, after all."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Edie said, backing away from the three men, walking toward the kitchen where there was another door she could use to get out, if need be.
"We're talking about our wives," John Kamp told her. "Your uncle seems to be having a ball with them."
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about," Edie insisted, her voice sounding defensive.
"Got that, guys?" Dave Schachter said. "The sweet kid doesn't know what we're talking about. I suggest we get all this straightened out by explaining the facts of life to her. In fact, if we show her, we'll be getting back a little of our own. Eh what?"
"Look," Edie said, her voice quivering. "I don't know what you men are thinking of doing, but it might be a nice idea if you all got out of here."
"We got a nicer idea, girlie," Tom Williams told her. "We're gonna give you a little dose of what your uncle has been giving our wives. Maybe it'll teach him to keep hands off."
"Yeah. Hey, you're some gorgeous chick," John Kamp smiled. "I'll bet you're a lot of fun."
Edie could see the swellings in the groins of all three men. She turned to run into the kitchen, but Williams was in front of her, pulling down the shade in front of the door. One of the other men turned on the kitchen light as they came in.
"You know," Dave Schachter said, "this is as good a place as any to get the job done."
John Kamp was hurriedly undressing, dropping his clothes right in the middle of the kitchen floor. He left his shirt on, but with his pants off, he flaunted his hard cock, waving it under her nose, saying, "Get a good look at it, sweetheart. I'm gonna bury this all the way inside you in a couple of minutes."
Edie stared at the thick cock. It was shorter and not quite as broad as her uncle's, but it was still a formidable enough weapon. Certainly it would be fine for a man who knew how to use it. But if her Uncle Pete had to make this man's wife happy, then how much could this man know about using his cock?
The bush from which the cock extended was a wiry salt and pepper color, and the staff of the penis itself was almost all white. It had a berry-red helmet, and the narrow slit in the mushroom head was already oozing with oily lubrication.
"All right," Edie snapped, and yanked her robe off, revealing her nakedness to the bulging eyes of the three men.
Deep down, Edie felt terrified. She had always believed what she had done with her uncle was an expression of love. True, he'd shown a lot of "love" to the women in whose homes he had worked, but in every case it had been something everyone had wanted. At this moment, the three men were forcing themselves on her, and it frightened Edie. She wasn't too sure she could handle three men.
"Lie down, kiddo," John Kamp told her. "I get first crack at your crack."
Edie lay back on the sturdy wooden table, waiting for John Kamp to attack her body. The girl realized it was useless to resist. Heck, that was what they wanted. It was one satisfaction she would definitely not give them. She'd simply lay there and let the three men use her anyway they pleased, as long as they didn't attempt to physically torture her. Edie wasn't ready for any real pain.
Closing her eyes, Edie felt Kamp's callused hands closing over her brown nipples. She felt the man yank on her breasts as if trying to make them swell and enlarge. Since her first coming to Uncle Pete's house, Edie noticed that her cup size, which had been AA, had swelled to A. Her nipples hardened into brown pellets as she felt Kamp knead them between his fingers, causing blood to charge into them, making them harden and stiffen even more. Oh wow! Even though she was doing her very best to close her mind to what was happening, Edie could sense flickering reactions coursing through her body. She was already starting to feel the wispy writhings of arousal curling up through her torso.
Kamp was astonished at the reactions of this pretty young thing. She was taking a lot of the joy he had expected to feel away because she was accommodating him, even if she wasn't actually making love to him. It was like loving a paid whore who had no feelings, only this was a young, innocent girl with plenty of feeling stored up inside her. And she would bring them out. Christ! Even if his wife thought he was a deadhead, he'd prove to this little girl he could make her feel more than a little something. He felt more heated arousal shooting through him, staring at her lithe white form, noting her forming breasts, squeezing them, feeling them, enjoying their youthful hardness. This wasn't some old bag, like his rapidly aging wife. This was fresh, sweet, tasty young meat. And he had no doubt she meant more than a little something to Pete Ross or else the man wouldn't have taken her into his home. Fucking her would really bother the hell out of Ross, and maybe the man would get the message and keep his own cock out of Kamp's wife.
The other two men were admiring Edie's body too. The girl could feel their eyes on her. She was prime stuff. There wasn't a stretch mark on her, nor was there any loose flesh anywhere. And as far as they were concerned, she was totally new to what-they were doing. It should have made them feel ashamed of themselves, but they didn't. Even when she closed her eyes, she looked like some kind of sensuous tramp, wriggling as she did, out of fear, on the table. Well, they'd give her reasons to be afraid, all right. They'd make her feel all three of their penises.
John Kamp decided he'd really bring thrills into this young dish's life. She had a really nice shape, and if he was going to enjoy using it, he figured the girl might as well get something from it too. After all, she wasn't really to blame for her uncle's fucking his wife. If he intended making her pay, it would be a payment he hoped she would enjoy.
Edie felt his eyes staring down at her smooth, narrow, pinched little waist, as slender as the middle of an hourglass, accenting the shapely contours of the rest of her body. When she looked at him again, she could see he was drooling, barely able to restrain himself from touching her. He looked as if he were trying to touch her everywhere at once, but just didn't seem to have enough hands. So he was unable to make up his mind just where to fondle her, now that he'd rubbed her nipples. But even as she lay there, Edie felt the smoke of lust climbing higher inside her body. She knew she would never be able to just lie there and take what they were doing. She was going to react, and if the men took no pleasure because she refused to resist, they would enjoy her physical responses to their lovemaking, and it would be another victory of sorts for them.
Kamp swallowed his saliva, knowing he was going to love fucking this sweet little twiff. Even if all she did was lie there, unmoving, he was going to get a charge out of banging her tight little cunt. Jesus! She was some nice looker.
Edie felt his hands pushing her thighs obscenely apart. She could see Kamp's eyes staring at the bare plain of her puffy cuntlips. Then she saw his left hand slide forward, fingers slightly spread apart, and with his thumb and middle finger he tugged the lips of her pussy apart. She felt her soft, hairless pink slash opening, and it was definitely making her hot. For the first time, Edie was becoming aware of the fact that one didn't have to love a man in order to be aroused by him. She watched as Kamp slid his other hand forward, probing into her soft, pink, puddle of flesh with his extended middle finger, while the thumb of the same hand probed for and discovered her shuddering clitoris. Edie's body automatically jerked and spasmed as he rubbed her clit, while her narrow cunt tunnel clutched his finger, sucking on it as avidly as a baby at its mother's breast. Now he was tweaking her clitoris, making her jump again and again, laughing, building sensation after sensation inside her.
This is one helluva kid, John Kamp thought. Jesus, is she reacting!
"Unnnggghhh ... aaaahhh ... ooooohhh ... " Edie moaned, unable to control herself any longer. The sensations of the rough man's fingers sent blistering heat charging into every last extremity of her body, awakening all the parts of her that she had tried to will to sleep. Her loud, anxious, heaving sigh spurred John Kamp on, letting him move a hand down to massage her inner thighs as the middle finger of the hand against her bare mount pushed itself even deeper, burying itself right to the palm.
Jesus! She was one tight little girl in there, all right Kamp couldn't feel a cherry, but in this day and age of athletics, he knew the young girl could have lost the membrane without ever realizing it. Her hot little cunt was so tight, it felt like the mouth of a calf as it sucked on his aching finger. Hell! The girl was starting to get soaking wet in a hurry, letting him know he was really getting to her. His finger was sliding in and out of Edie's tight pussy, really inflaming and arousing her, feeling the soft resistance of her vaginal walls slowly give way.
Edie knew she was going to enjoy what these men did to her, even if their motive was revenge against her uncle. Her body was unable to withstand even the slightest erotic pressure. And even if it made the men think they were such hotshots, in the long run she might be doing their wives a favor. After all, if they could bring on a twelve-year-old girl, there was no reason why they couldn't do things with their more experienced spouses. That one little idea, seemingly justifying her responses, made her feel so much better. Now she could enjoy it all with a clear conscience. Even if they were using her like a common whore. Yes, her uncle had described to her just what a whore did for a living. She didn't like the idea of these men getting any kind of satisfaction, because what they were really doing was abusing her.
John Kamp stared with wide-open eyes, noting the way the girl's tender, delicate little pussy seemed to flower open to greet his heavy, probing finger. Hell! This chick was much hotter than he'd believed. He was really going to stuff her with his cock. He had no idea why the little girl wasn't screaming and shouting, or even going into some kind of mesmerized state to cut off feeling what he was doing to her. But he wasn't going to question his good fortune. Hot little twats like this came his way only once in a lifetime. The chances of his ever being able to fuck something like this again were more than a little remote. Christ! The last time he had been this strongly aroused had been on his wedding night. He, like his wife, had been a virgin at the time, and the mere sight of her pouting pussy had almost caused a premature ejaculation. Yeah! That was it. This bare little cunt reminded him of his wife's pussy when she had been a virgin.
The man's loglike cock throbbed and twitched under his shirt, wildly whipping up and down and swinging from side to side, becoming even longer and stiffer as his finger continued slurping in and out of Edie-'s hot narrow cunt. Oh Jesus! If he didn't jam his cock into her soon, he'd shoot his spunk all over her. And in front of the other two men he knew he would look ridiculous. He had to fuck her.
Sliding his finger from the tight heated depths of her slavering cunt, he hauled himself up onto the table next to her and whispered, "Okay, girlie. Over on your belly." Obediently, silently, Edie rolled over onto her stomach. He stared down at the round moons of her asscheeks, lifting them high into the air, making her balance herself on her knees.
Edie lay with the side of her face pressed against the hard wooden top of the table, softly moaning and gasping, letting Kamp spread her thighs. She felt as if she were some kind of dog, being fucked this way. Her uncle had done it to her once, and she had told him she much preferred looking at him when his cock slid into her. But in spite of her repulsion at the idea of being fucked like this, she realized John Kamp, for all his roughness, wasn't trying to hurt her. Well, she was grateful for small favors. He seemed to be a little more understanding than Tom Williams, who was just standing there near her head, watching everything. Oh gosh! There was no way she could remain unresponsive. Fire was ravaging hungrily and anguishedly in her tiny belly. She wanted the feel of a cock, any cock, reaming through the narrow confines of her girlish nookie.
Kamp motioned to Dave Schachter, the blond man, and Schachter dropped his own pants and underwear, kicking off his shoes. Schachter slid onto the table with Edie being unaware that he and John Kamp were changing places. Schachter, for all his anger, was no less sympathetic toward Edie, now that he had watched Kamp fondle the girl's naked body. Not that he was going to back away from getting his revenge. He knew what John Kamp wanted. Schachter was supposed to fuck this sweet girl's ass.
Edie felt Schachter's fingers tugging her asscheeks apart, and she didn't resist. Then she felt fingers running up and down the valley between the mountains of her asscheeks as his fingers continued pulling her buttocks farther and farther apart, exposing the pucker of her asshole to all three men. Then Edie lurched as she felt hot air being blown into her tight, rectal chasm. She could feel lips pressing against her anus, and the lips tickled as the air forced its way into her. And then she felt an extended forefinger press against her tiny, puckered asshole. The girl felt the finger rotating, screwing around and around as it worked deeper and deeper into her flaming tunnel. Edie's ass had been fingered constantly by her uncle, and she was used to this, so she was able to completely relax, allowing the tip of the finger to very slowly ease into her. She felt the digit slide deeper, a little at a time, until she felt it in right up to the first knuckle.
"Oooomphhhh!" the girl gasped, screwing and rotating her buttocks to counter the move of the finger, still unaware it was Dave Schachter who was doing this, and not John Kamp.
In all the time she had lived with her uncle, Edie had never been ass-fucked. Pete was going to wait until she was a little older, wanting to make certain she could take it when he finally did probe into her. But he had run his finger in and out of her asshole as often as he had fingered her pussy, and Edie found a certain enjoyment in it. And as the finger continued to rotate its way deeper and deeper into the seething confines of her shuddering rectum, she merely countered by rotating her ass, enjoying it, considerably. Little by little the finger continued speeding up its movement until it was working at top speed, and the entire length of the finger was inside her. When Edie felt the man's palm rub against her asscheeks, she realized that his thick finger was as far in as it would go. And she no longer thought about why he was doing this. As long as it felt good, she made up her mind to enjoy it in any way she could.
Schachter's dredging finger continued spiraling around and around, widening her anal tunnel, stretching it, enlarging it a little at a time. And then the girl felt him sliding a second finger into her, and though there was some mild discomfort at first, she began enjoying it more and more as her rectal canal sucked all the more strongly on the twin digits. Edie could feel her rubbery interior tightening around them, trying to hold them inside her.
Schachter's other hand was tugging on his skinny wang. It was the smallest and thinnest penis in the group. He jerked on it, making certain it was as hard as he could get it, preparatory to sinking it into the tight rectum of the unsuspecting girl. He liked the way her bouncy asscheeks trembled when the girl wriggled her body from side to side, as if trying to get the most feeling possible from his probing fingers. Schachter continued pumping his digits in and out of her sucking, seething tunnel, enjoying the tight rubbery sensation of her clutching rectum.
"All right, all ready," Tom Williams snapped, himself hot and bothered, anxious to get some of the action himself. But he wanted the girl to feel the humiliation so she could go crying to her uncle, letting him know how miserable she was feeling as a result of what the men did to her. "Use the cock!" he ordered.
Schachter, quick to obey, only because of the pleasure he knew would be waiting for him, slid his working fingers slowly out of the taut tunnel. He had the girl on her side, facing away from him at the moment, and using his upper thigh to prop her legs open, the sweating man arched his hips forward until his throbbing, pulsating, swollen phallus pressed against Edie's puckered asshole. The young girl didn't understand at first what the man was attempting to do. She had supposed the man would try fucking her hot cunt dog-style, as her uncle had done. Feeling the pressure against her rectal orifice, she wanted to tell Schachter his aim was off, but when she tried adjusting her ass, his hands held her steadily in place as he once again pressed the head of his hard cock against her asshole.
Feeling the man push against her anus, Edie suddenly realized this was no mistake. This man wanted to fuck her in the ass. He wanted to cause her pain. He was deliberately out to make her scream. The mean, rotten, no good rat. She had done no harm to him. Her uncle certainly hadn't hurt the man's wife. From the one time she had seen her uncle fuck one of the wives, it had been obvious that the woman wanted it even more than Uncle Pete. But these men were deliberately out to cause her physical pain. They wanted to stretch her ass tunnel the way her uncle's cock had stretched her vaginal tube. Gee! She had never met men as cruel as these three. She sure would tell Uncle Pete about them. He'd do something!
She felt the small, slender phallic dome press against her puckered asshole. She could feel the man's hands squeezing her hips in order to keep her steady while he rose up on his knees and tugged her around and up, to gain better leverage. It was plain to everyone in the room, the probing of the girl's asshole with a cock, even one as small and narrow as Dave Schachter's was going to be very, very difficult.
"Hey," she heard him grunt, "you push your buttocks back. It'll make my entering your ass easier, kiddo. Just push back and open your insides, like you was trying to squeeze something outa your ass."
Edie felt cold sweat break out all over her. She no longer knew what to believe as she felt the increasing pressure of the phallic dome cram against her rectal pucker. God! The fingers had felt so nice inside her. Why should he want to probe her anal tunnel with his cock. Gee! Something as long and as fat a cock might do some damage to her inner flesh. Hell! It could tear apart tissues and membranes. Oh no!
"N-o-o-o-o-o ... !" she bellowed, suddenly screaming for the first time. "You'll hurt me! Oh gosh! You'll rip my insides apart! No ... no ... no ... "
The young girl began screaming even louder as she felt the pressure from his ramming, cock become greater. Her mind began to spin dizzyingly, whirling as the total impact of what was happening finally hit her. Her asshole could be shredded. The cock she had never seen felt much too big pushing against her tiny star. There was no way the girl could take it. Such a machine would never fit inside her narrow confines. But the gross man behind her continued pushing, applying more pressure, cramming forward with greater and greater effort.
Good! Tom Williams thought to himself, gritting his teeth. This is what I want. I wanna see the little bitch cry and squirm so she'll tell her uncle. And there won't be a goddam thing Pete Ross will be able to do about it. He'll learn not to fuck around with my wife. And if he goes after Jessica again, I'll just come back and fuck his little niece again.
But even as he said these things to himself, Tom Williams realized his heart wasn't in causing the little girl pain. True, he was mad at his wife for going along with what Pete Ross wanted. After all, it never occurred to him that Jessica might have initiated the affair. His mind would never be able to accept that. But to stop the whole thing now was unthinkable. The two men would never agree, and they would laugh at him, since this had been his idea in the first place. No, he had to see the whole thing through.
Edie thrashed around, trying to keep the cock from pushing into her. But even now, she could feel her sphincter weakening. It would only be a matter of moments before he finally broke through and began pounding his hard cock into her ass.
Schachter thought his cock would snap right off at the head if he wasn't able to get the steaming minaret buried into the girl's tight, rectal rictus. Christ! She had one great ass, all right. Because he had such a slender cock, he had fucked his wife's ass a couple of times, and it hadn't been nearly this hard to get into. God! This was a fabulous asshole. He had to bury his cock inside. He just had to. Ohhhh yeeaaahhhh!
Edie felt him shove forward, applying more strength. The tiny muscle of her sphincter slowly began to open wider. It could no longer struggle and hold out against him. He was shoving with all his might, and suddenly the girl felt the thick dome of the pulsing penis ease into her narrow, squeezing corridor. And then her sphincter tightly closed around the pole, just behind the coronal ridge, holding him locked into her.
"Owwwwww!" Edie gasped, writhing, wriggling, trying to pull forward in the hope of dislodging the cock. "It hurts, it hurts. Please, please don't do this to me. It hurts so much. Oh please!"
The girl felt even more agony as she realized that her asshole was actually sucking his length in, pulling so that the dome was cramming its way into her stomach. The narrow walls of her tight rectum were being stretched more and more widely, and her colon would feel the broad head of his shaft wedging its way deeper. Her entire inner rectal sanctum had been widened to an unbelievable width, and the agony was so strong, so totally overpowering, the girl thought she would pass out. Once again Edie tried pulling forward in a hopeless attempt at escaping the painful impalement. But her body was tightly held by Schachter's tight grip on her hips.
Remembering how things in her vagina had eased when she had relaxed, and realizing there was no way she could escape what was being forced upon her, Edie persuaded herself not to fight what was happening to her. She relaxed her body. Schachter immediately sensed her surrender as the final resistance of her anal muscles stopped. Now he could slowly push his hips forward, lancing what was left of his short cock into the girl's tight, clamping anal depths. Although her knees were propped under her, the girl lay with the rest of her body almost flat on the table. She could feel the small penis sliding even deeper into her colon, but there was no enhancement of pain.
The girl felt Schachter raise her ass a little higher, and when his hands let go or if she kept it high, letting him know she had totally surrendered to him. She was his to do with as he wished. Now Edie felt the man tug back, then shove forward again. He was applying a little more strength this time, and though his throbbing penis slid through her contracting anal burrow, running into her colon again, the pain continued decreasing. The girl could feel his hairy thighs rubbing against the soft moons of her trembling white asscheeks, and the sound of his flesh meeting hers with a "whack" echoed throughout the house.
"Aaahuuunnnhhh!" Edie gasped, feeling the pain continuing to diminish as a new set of flaming thrills began building up inside her. The young girl began wondering what was taking place inside her. It felt as if she was being fucked in her vagina.
Edie felt the man's cock penetrating her rectum as if it was a nuclear rod, yet the fire from it was bringing her new, perverse thrills, and it was a thrill for which she had been totally unprepared. She could feel the pleasure clogging her rear passageway, filling her as if she was clogged with stool, only the pulsations of the penis sent wild, trembling signals of lust to her anxious brain.
"Uuuummmmphhhh!" Schachter grunted. "This little chicken really has one tight ass." He was all but shouting it out, feeling triumphant for having penetrated the rectum. He was as far in as he was going to go.
Edie could feel the urging pulsations of his cockpoint, sensitively tingling inside her, and she tightened the clutch of her sphincter around the base of his cock, preventing him from wildly shoving his meat in and out.
The young girl realized, listening to Schachter's voice, that he wasn't the man who had been caressing her at the start. This bothered her. She didn't like the idea of being handled like a joint of mutton, being cooked and heated up by one man, then turned over to another man to do the eating.
"What's ... uhhhh ... the matter?" she grunted, loud enough for John Kamp to hear. "Can't you keep your own cock up long enough? Do you have to get someone else to do the actual work for you after you start the ball rolling?"
"You watch that rotten mouth of yours, kid," Tom Williams told her. "You open it again, and I'll plug it up with my own stopper. You're gonna do what we want, when we want. And none of your brattylip."
The sound of the man's voice, added to the plunging of Dave Schachter's cock in her ass, made Edie feel even more heatedly aroused. It suddenly dawned on her that she wouldn't mind sucking on a cock as long as the other one remained lodged in her ass. Two cocks at once! That would be terrific! Certainly it would help to make up for the fact that she had no emotional feelings for any of these three men.
Was it possible to love a cock without caring about the person to whom it was attached? Edie wondered. If so, she could fall in love with the penis of any and all men alive. Why, this was wonderful. It meant that when the time came for her to select a mate, she wouldn't have to think in terms of whether or not she would like his cock inside her. She would be able to judge him on other things, knowing ahead of time that she would love the weighty pressure of his penis.
The girl felt Schachter gripping her body even more tightly, and wondered if he was ready to come. That would be another novel experience, feeling sperm shooting in her rectum.
"Hey, John," Dave Schachter grunted at John Kamp. "I think you'd better go in the front way, and in a hurry. I'm ready to really pop my wad into this kid's ass."
Edie was so involved with her own thoughts and sensations, she wasn't listening to the men talking to one another. The pain had totally faded from her body, and she was feeling an enhancement of the pleasurable sensations building higher and higher inside her. Her mouth was tightly shut, as were her eyes, while her mind envisioned a hard penis thrust into her mouth as the one in her ass continued pumping away. Each movement of Schachter's cock seemed to widen her anal tunnel a bit more. Had it been any longer, it would have come up into her belly through her colon. She wondered if it would have really felt good that far up inside her. When he finally started pumping his load through her, she wanted to be prepared for it.
Suddenly Edie became aware of the table starting to shake a little, and she realized John Kamp was climbing onto it. Why? How could he hope to do anything with the other men locking down this way?
Kamp was going wild, feeling his throbbing cock vibrate like a tuning fork as he saw her bare pussy dripping its cuntal secretions down her thighs. He had been watching the way Dave Schachter's skinny cock had been pushing in and out of her ass, and the sight of her bumcheeks, clamping tightly around it had aroused him to where he really thought he would be spewing his sperm into the air. The man had also noticed how closely Tom Williams was staring at the goings-on, and he could see that the man was just as aroused as he. Kamp knew it wouldn't be long before Williams decided to get in on the action, and; so decided he was going to pump this pretty little girl's cunt before anyone else got a chance to plumb its depths. That was pretty funny. He was going to plumb the depths of the plumber's niece. Hah!
Still watching Schachter's cock sliding in and out of the girl's ass, he felt himself more ablaze than ever before. He slid underneath Edie's raised thighs, seeing the way her tapered columns glistened with her girlish secretions. He slid higher still, until he forced the girl to raise her head high enough for his own face to slip under hers. From this angle he could no longer see anything, but he sure could feel.
Edie stared down into his grizzly face and held her breath, not wanting to kiss him. Odd, but she was submitting to his cock, yet wouldn't kiss him. That was crazy. The girl felt him reach down, and was aware of the way he was gripping his hard penis when she felt the wet dome smear its way across her bare cuntlips. little by little she felt the penis adjusting to her gaping cunthole, and then she felt him guiding the round head between her wide-open labia. The girl tried keeping her weight on her forearms, but found it difficult. Her breasts were brushing the hairy chest of the man under her as he moved back and forth, scratching her nipples. She could feel her elongated brown nubbins straining to be scratched by his chest hairs as he bounced his ass on the table, adjusting himself to make sure his thrust into her would be direct.
"Okay," Kamp muttered. "Push her down."
Edie felt the weight on her back increase, and little by little she felt her vaginal lips being pressed wider and wider apart as her body sank lower, completely engulfing the cock.
My God! she thought, realizing then just what was happening. A cock was being crammed into her cunt while another one still lodged in her rectum. Oh wow! This was something else. This was something terrific and unbelievable. If it hadn't been happening to her, she would never have believed it.
The girl felt the man below impatiently arching up, trying to nail his throbbing spike into her seeping tunnel with a fast, hard motion. But the tightness of her cunt walls wouldn't let it happen. Her cunt was resisting all the way, made even tighter by the pressure of the screwing cock in her ass. She could feel it slowly, slowly wedging its way upward into the tunnel of her hot, wet flesh, until she felt the lips of her vagina kiss the hairy pelvis of his groin. And she could feel the two pairs of balls rubbing against one another for the moment. Oooooh! With both penises totally buried inside her, Edie felt like some sort of ancient Greek goddess being worshipped. Oh gosh! This was really great!
"Holy shit!" John Kamp grunted. "I've never fucked a tighter cunt in my entire life."
Once again, John Kamp thought his balls would burst. He no longer gave a damn about the other two men in the room with him. He wanted to pump the twelve-year-old's precious pussy until his spurting juice filled every nook arid cranny of her tight twat. There was a really great thrill, feeling this helpless girl impaled between Dave Schachter and himself. It was something he had never done before, but by God before he died, he would definitely try it again. Christ! This was really something.
Taking a deep breath, he waited while Schachter raised his body a little, tugging his own prick halfway out of the girl's ass, twisting and churning it on the way out. And then Edie slowly rose, rotating her own body, filling her ass once again with Schachter's cock as she felt Kamp's penis partially pull away. Then down she went, pumping Kamp's prick into her depths and letting Schachter's penis withdraw a little. And that was the rhythm she maintained, fucking herself back and forth between the two cocks as if they were rails, and she was riding them, back and forth, back and forth. It felt heavenly!
Edie was really in a daze of lust. The two penises filling her had made her body so tight that thrill after thrill went rocketing wildly through her. Both penises were tightly locked inside her, and the girl knew there was no way that either penis would leave her body without first expelling its juices. Flames mounted even higher in her anguished young belly, and everything felt so good inside her that she no longer believed she was awake. It was impossible to feel this good and not be dreaming. The pains in her body no longer existed, while the rapture was building to newer, greater heights.
Uncle Pete is right about variety, she thought. This is something new, and it's really terrific.
The whole thing seemed to be backfiring against what Tom Williams had wanted when he'd first talked the two men into coming to Pete Ross's house. The damn girl was enjoying the men as much as her uncle had enjoyed their wives. It was almost as if some kind of conspiracy had existed.
As the two penises continued pounding in and out of her tight holes, Edie wondered if her Uncle Pete had ever swung with two females at the same time. She'd bet he would love it almost as much as she loved being fucked by two men at once. This was a banner day in her life.
The girl felt the driving cocks continue to rummage through her delicate body. At first she reacted instinctively, riding back and forth between the two phalluses, thrilling to what they were internally doing to her. The delights, in her body began swelling, building, and now she didn't just shuttle back and forth, but moved with the speed of light, pounding up and down, up and down, feeling the hot, hard, thrusting pricks build the wildest friction she had ever experienced.
"Uhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... " she gasped. "Yessss ... yessss ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... " she insisted, now totally absorbed by the combination of pumping cocks in her delicate enclosures.
Edie felt as if her body would shatter. As she kept shuddering back and forth, she realized that her vagina was building more and more powerful thrills, but so was her rectum. And then it came to her, she was going to have an orgasm in her rectum as well as in her cunt. A dual climax! Oh, terrific! She was so totally engrossed in what she was doing, she was unaware that Tom Williams had also dropped his pants. For the first time in a long time, Williams felt his cock go as rigid as when he had been a young boy. God! Look at the way the girl took to fucking. He had to become a part of this.
Kicking his pants from around his ankles, he also climbed onto the table, on his knees, He moved on from the side, but even as the grunting girl continued pounding back and forth between the other two men, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged her face in his direction.
Mindlessly, Edie obeyed, her rich, pink, saliva wet lips apart and inviting. He had to fuck into that sweet, girlish mouths of hers, and he brought his penis closer and closer, pointing his hard cock at her broad, oral opening. This was the sweetest little mouth he had ever seen. His own wife was such an indifferent cocksucker, she could slurp all over his dick for hours on end and not make him come. But this pretty girl with her lovely face and adorable mouth was going to make him pop one helluva load. His eyes could only see blurs as he moved forward on his knees. His hands reached down and gripped her face with both palms as he kept her face jerked towards his hard cock.
"Suck it, girlie!" he gasped, his voice barely penetrating her lust-crazed mind.
Edie realized there was yet another cock. A third cock! What a wonderful present! And it was all hers, to suck as she pleased. Gee, this was turning into the most terrific day she could ever recall. Three cocks at once. It just didn't seem possible. Oh, this was going to be really great.
Sighing, she tugged the throbbing piece of meat closer and closer, then slowly ovaled her mouth around the solid extension. It was a nice thick one, and seemed to fit perfectly with the sizes of the penises filling her hot cunt and squeezing rectum. Her mouth was crammed full of the tasty, hot meat. She could feel the penis plunging in and out as her tongue continued to lap and lick it, bathing it with her oral juices. This had to be the living end. There wasn't any more that could be done to fulfill her. And to think it took three fuddy-duddy old men to do it. Coming here, to live with Uncle Pete, had changed her whole life, and the change was definitely for the better. All that really counted in this world was the fulfillment of her sexual needs and desires. As long as this could be accomplished without her hurting anyone, the girl intended doing just that.
John Kamp could no longer control the urgings in his balls. He was lifting his ass off the table again and again, slamming his pulsing, meaty cock into the sucking depths of the young girl's blistering vaginal passageway. He groaned as he felt his body start to quiver, and he realized the semen was moving through him, desperate to leave him and pour into her. It moved into the man's length of hot flesh hose, charging up into the pulsing tip of his penis, and began blasting out with tremendous burning bursts into the gully of pink tightness making up the girl's interior.
"AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHH!" Kamp screamed, humping wildly upward with each maddening burst jetting from his prick.
And it seemed that Kamp's climax was the trigger for the others, and now all the instruments being employed in this insane act began violently twitching. Kamp's bursting, blasting penis seemed to arouse the ardor in Dave Schacter's cock, and though separated from Kamp's cock by a thin piece of tissue Schachter felt the urge rising too. He slammed his heavy meat into the tight depths of the girl's ass tunnel, and suddenly felt the sperm come rumbling out of him.
"GGGGGAAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG HHH!" he groaned, and the blistering white flood began spurting into the squeezing depths of �Jdie's rear passageway.
The young girl moaned deep down inside her as she felt the heated splash coming from both cocks at once. She was being inwardly doused with floods of the sticky stuff. The one jamming her rectum made her feel as if she was getting a semen enema. While the other penis continually blasted into her wildly contracting cunt. She felt as if she were being driven to the apex of uncontrolled frenzy. The girl clamped her lips tightly around Tom Williams' hard-driving penis as it continued burying itself in the heated depths of her mouth. Oddly, he didn't ram it all the way in, and she didn't have to open her gullet to take the head inside. The girl figured that Williams probably thought of her as a virgin, and if he jammed his cock too deeply into her mouth, she might upchuck all over him.
"AAAAAHHHHHMMMMMMM!" she gasped, her mouth clamping on the hard cock as she felt the twin spasms of her own dual orgasms shoot through her vagina and rocket through her rectum. Her belly rippled with overpowering spasms of delight as her semen-drenched womb overflowed with flooding oil brought on by her own twin orgasms.
"Jeeesusss!" Tom Williams gasped, and then his hot throbbing cock sent one heavy load of semen after another into the little girl's mouth.
Edie sucked strongly, voraciously, drinking the outpouring seed, mentally comparing the taste of it to her Uncle Pete's, deciding there was no real difference. Her mouth leeched on the thick, long, flexing penis as if trying to swallow its solid length down her hungering throat, into her belly. The girl sucked as voraciously as any demon. It was almost as if she expected to pull the head of Williams' cock so deeply into her belly, it would rub against the heads of the other two penises filling her other orifices.
Edie swallowed determinedly, this time not wanting to let any of the delicious sperm escape, even if it came from the body of a man who had originally forced his way into the house to do her some bodily harm. Strangely enough, in spite of his big mouth, Tom Williams had really done Edie the least harm, neither frightening her at the beginning with his hands, nor poling her asshole with his cock.
The seminal libation ran down her throat and into her belly, making her feel warm and secure inside. Her only consternation came from the fact that she could sense the three penises now starting to shrivel. True, all three had satisfied Edie. Yet she was certain she could have gone another round with all three of them, had they not wilted.
At this point, the table, with the weight of the three men and the girl on it, finally gave way, collapsing. Edie merely lay on the table top, relaxing as the three frightened men jumped up and pulled on their pants. They were more worried about the damage to the table than to her. This angered her. She would tell Uncle Pete, all right, and he would figure out a way to get even.
"Chickens!" she yelled as the three men hurried out of the house.
CHAPTER FIVE
Pete Ross sat in his small diningroom at the tiny table, and listened to everything his niece had to say. He had no visible proof to take to the authorities, and it would be the word of the girl against that of the three men. Also, it would lose him three good customers. But it did give him an idea. He remembered what Jessica Williams had said about her husband getting horny with young girls. Well, if Tom Williams had been able to get it up with Edie, as had Dave Schaehter and John Kamp, it would be reasonable to assume a lot of men would have the urge to fuck his young niece.
"Does what happened bother you?" Ross asked his young niece. He was still in his plumbing uniform, and Edie had put on a candy-striped polo shirt and pale blue slacks.
"Well, I didn't exactly like the idea of being forced to do something," Edie snapped.
"Of course not," Pete nodded. "For that, we can make the pay. In a way, it's a good thing you became used to assfucking. Sooner or later I would have gotten around to that with you."
"With you," she smiled, "I'll bet I'd love it."
"Tell me, do you have any objections to handling certain 'special cases' the way I do?"
"Huh?"
"Well, Edie, I figure there are as many sex-starved guys in these homes as there are women. If you want, and only if you want, you could handle the 'special cases' when it's a man, and I'll handle it if it's a woman. And all the overtime money you earn will go into a college fund for you." We'll put all into what will one day be your retirement fund."
"Hey, terrific," Edie nodded. "But how're you gonna make those men pay?"
"Watch!" her uncle smiled, and got some writing paper and a pen from a nearby drawer. Then he sat down at the table and wrote the same letter to Tom Williams, John Kamp, and Dave Schaehter.
Dear Sir,
Due to a rash of robberies in the neighborhood, I have taken the precaution of installing videotape monitors in the walls of every room of my house. The monitor in my kitchen let me know how my table was broken. It has also revealed you brought some "plumbing" to my home to be repaired, and my niece fixed everything for you. The bill for the repairs as well as the broken table comes to $150.00. Please remit as soon as possible.
Thank you, Peter Ross, Plumber.
After addressing and stamping the envelopes, Pete took them to the corner mailbox and sent them off.
Three days later, all three men had sent in their "payments." Pete used a hundred and fifty dollars to buy himself a new kitchen table, and put three hundred dollars in a new bank account for Edie.
Oddly enough, Edie's first "special case" was not a man. It came two days later, on a Wednesday. She had gone with her uncle to repair the pipes in a basement of a home at the other end of the village in which they lived. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the man of the house wasn't at home. But the lady of the house, Mrs. Peggy Percone, was there. Her children were still in school and wouldn't be back for an hour. And it was obvious to Pete Ross that the woman had invited him there for more than plumbing. She wanted an entirely different kind of action, and Pete was more than willing to oblige. Still, she was hanging back when she saw Edie. The woman wanted to observe a certain amount of decorum and discretion, not wishing to be too obvious in her needs.
Pete whispered something to the young girl. Edie nodded and went to look at the pipes in the basement. Two minutes later she came back up to the kitchen to let her uncle know that one of the valves had been purposely loosened. She found him in the kitchen, drinking coffee with Peggy. Her uncle looked at her and nodded, and she moaned a soft, "Ohhhhh!"
"Oh dear," Peggy said, standing up. "Is anything the matter?"
"Yes," Pete nodded. "I know it sounds strange, but my niece has suddenly gone into heat, like a female animal."
"Are you serious?" Peggy laughed, nervously.
"Oh yes, yes, it happens to me every now and again," Edie gasped. "Oh gee, I feel so embarrassed."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Peggy asked, feeling a little letdown since she was in heat herself.
She was a slender, blonde woman, with a pretty face and a full figure. She and her husband had just moved into the area a few months earlier. Peggy's husband was one of those dynamic junior executives who were trying to become senior executives or die in the attempt from overwork. She was the first young female client Pete Ross ever had who was obviously interested in more than mere plumbing.
"Yeah, there's something you can do," Pete told the pretty blonde. "You can show us where your bedroom is, then you can join the two of us in a nice fuckfest."
If Peggy was taken aback by Pete's language, she didn't let it show. Her husband had been neglecting her too often, and she was aching for a good cock. So she rose and said, "All right. Let's see what we can do to help the poor girl."
The pretty, vivacious blonde led the way to her bedroom, a neatly furnished room with a queen-size bed in it. There were curtains around each of the two windows and she quickly drew them as she motioned Edie to lie down on the bed.
"Good deal," Pete nodded. "In fact, let's see what you can do for both my niece and me."
Edie was acting as if she were shaking and trembling, and Peggy sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her arm, saying, "Don't worry, dear girl. Everything will be all right."
Pete smiled. Edie was acting her part perfectly. Even though he would have normally wanted to handle this luscious blonde all by himself, it made sense for Edie to get her feet wet with a young woman rather than with some of the old bags with whom he normally had to make love.
Peggy could see the anxiety in the man's eyes. She could tell he wanted her. She could also tell Edie was interested in her. Though she had never made love with another female before, Peggy felt it might well be worth a try. Who could tell when Pete might not be around, but his niece might be available. But Peggy wanted Pete as hot as Edie seemed to be, and now that they were in the bedroom, with the door closed, she said, "Pete, why not take a load off your feet. Sit on the vanity stool for a few minutes and relax while I can see if I can cool off your niece. So you just calm down and relax ... if you can."
Peggy watched as Pete sat. The woman could see the bulge in his pants swelling so large that she thought his penis would come bursting out at any moment. She was sure he was starting to feel a little pain. Well, he deserved it for not coming alone. A little pain would only enhance his pleasure later on anyway.
Peggy smiled again, then removed Edie's coveralls, tossing them on the floor. When she lifted up the girl's polo shirt, she saw Edie's pretty titties come bobbling into view. They were getting to where the girl would definitely have to harness them at all times. But at the moment they still looked so pert and pretty, with their brown noses already starting to grow as if they could sniff the heady sensuousness Peggy was exuding.
As he watched, Pete decided he liked this broad. She was a no-nonsense type who didn't try to act cutesy. By the same token she wasn't one of these forward cunts who was out to emasculate him.
Peggy's fingers began rubbing Edie's nipples, massaging them, feeling them swell, making the larger and larger as Edie began writhing on the bed. The young girl began to sigh, immediately noticing the difference between the way Peggy was handling her, and the way she had been handled by her uncle and the other three men. Peggy's touch was lighter, more delicate, more sensuous, and extremely delicious. She could feel the flaring heat bursting through her nipples each time Peggy massaged them.
Pete simply sat and stared, watching his niece's brown pellets grow and enlarge, swelling away from the equally brown suction cups of her twin aureolae. As the nipples enlarged, a reddish hue filled them, inflamed by the simple, gentle rubbing Peggy was giving them.
"Jeez!" Pete Ross gasped, sitting there and squirming somewhat uncomfortably.
The man took a deep breath and gripped his kneecaps as he leaned forward, the better to see what was happening. He had an overpowering urge to stand and throw himself on the bed with the two women, but he controlled himself for the moment. Christ! He felt like jumping on them. Edie's nipples had never looked so good to him. But then, Edie seemed to look better and better to him each time he fucked her. God! Those nipples looked like brown sugar babies, and he ached to chew on them.
His eyes looked at Peggy again, watching the way her breasts thrust against her body, and he ached to tear her dress off and rape her on the spot. Christ! The sight of the two of them together was affecting him more strongly than either by herself. Peggy had the kind of tits he would love to jam his cock in between - nice and full, yet not too big, not too swollen, and certainly not too soft. But he decided to keep himself under restraint a little longer. Besides, pumping his cock between Peggy's tits might make old Pete happy, but it sure wouldn't do much for Peggy, and he had to make sure Peggy enjoyed this enough to call him back. Pete always made the female customer happy, since she was always paying, and he wanted to make sure she would call him back. So, for the moment, he just sat there, watching the starved, anxious look on Edie's face as Peggy continued playing with her.
As far as Peggy was concerned, this was all a lot of fun. It had never occurred to her to play with a female before, but now that she'd found a young girl as sensuous and as clean as this, she decided it was one heck of a lot of fun. She was using two hands on Edie's nipples now, fingering the brown extensions of the girl's breasts, knowing the effect it was having on Pete Ross. She could see his reflection in the mirror across the room, and a single look told her his entire attention was locked on that at which he was staring. Turning her head, she smiled and made a point of staring at his groin.
Peggy's fingers continued tweaking Edie's nipples as if they were erasers on the backs of pencils, then she used the palms of her hands to flatly massage the young girl's breasts, running the flattened undersides over Edie's body again and again, making Edie quiver and tremble all the more. Then she smoothed her palms under Edie's small breasts and actually cupped them, showing the young girl how much they'd grown since she'd first come to live with Uncle Pete. At that time, there hadn't been enough titflesh to cup. The young girl was now panting heavily because the anxiety in her had become overpowering. Peggy heard the youngster heavily sigh and gasp, completely enjoying the heat being built up by the older woman's fingers.
Peggy realized Edie was not like most other girls her age. She didn't have girlish crushes on singing idols, nor did she seem to care about styles. She had bypassed her teen years in a psychological sense, even though she had yet to enter them, physically and chronologically. This was a young girl extremely sensual, and in need of careful, delicate handling. And so far, her uncle seemed to have given it to her all. Peggy didn't doubt for a single moment that Pete Ross had been enjoying the flesh of his young niece, and there was no question but that the young girl loved being handled.
The older woman now leaned her head over Edie's body and slowly, carefully, sensuously sucked a nipple into her mouth, as she would love to have her own nipples sucked. Edie began trembling from head to toe as if her nipple had been touched with a branding iron.
"You're a very sensuous young lady," Peggy whispered to the young girl, though her eyes had turned to look at Pete Ross. Then Peggy's mouth went back to sucking on Edie's nipple, her tongue lapping all around the aureola, softly caressing the nutlike points with her laving lingual organ, then lapping the white flesh of her breasts as well.
Now Peggy's lips compressed tightly around Edie's other nipple and this time the older woman began sucking hard, lashing the nubbin wickedly with her Tongue, until the nipple had become longer, harder, and more blood-filled than before.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" the young girl sighed, letting Peggy know she was doing a terrific job. This made Peggy suck all the harder, while her palm made concentric circles against the other nipple. Now both extensions were like bullets.
Peggy pressed herself against young Edie's side, allowing her other hand to slowly move along the flat of the young girl's belly until she touched the waistband of Edie's panties. With a quick, deft movement of her hand, she tugged Edie's panties down over the squirming girl's hips, peeled them over her thighs, then tugged them below her ankles, and off. At the same time she also pulled Edie's shoes and socks off, leaving her totally naked on the bed. Now Peggy's fingers returned to Edie's flat tummy, rubbing the white flesh, stopping only to tease the young girl's navel before continuing lower, to the bare juncture where now a lone, wiry thin hair was starting to grow.
Returning her mouth to the capsule-like nipple of the young girl, Peggy sucked all the harder, making it swell even more as it continued to thicken. She used the edges of her teeth to scrape the fluttering pellet, biting softly on the unyielding pellet. And this only made Edie tremble and gasp more.
The young girl lay there, enjoying the continual lingual attacks on her nipples while Peggy's fingers continued stroking her bare pelvis. Edie stood it as long as she could, wriggling and twisting, heaving her fulcrum up and down. At this point she was no longer aware her uncle was in the room. Her eyelids were scrunched tightly shut as her thoughts concentrated solely on what Peggy was doing to her.
Pete Ross was getting hotter with each passing second, and he could see the way his niece was reacting. This told him one heck of a lot about the woman with whom they were dealing. She was a woman in need of constant lovemaking, and it was equally obvious she was very starved for it at the moment. This meant her dummy husband was not giving her half the loving she really needed.
Edie's hands suddenly reached up and began unbuttoning the front of Peggy Percone's blouse. Her fingers deftly ran down the buttons, while her other hand caressed the rounded cup of Peggy's left breast. Peggy, not wanting her clothing rumpled, hastily got to her feet and removed her blouse and skirt. Even as she finished folding her skirt and putting it on her night table, her hands quickly went to her bra-snaps and hurriedly began undoing them. When that fell, Pete Boss's eyes swelled with delight. He found himself staring at two huge white paps with strawberry splotches for aureolae and rich raspberry nubbins as pink as Edie's were brown. In spite of their firmness, the round breasts stood up nicely, almost as if their nipples were suspended by invisible wires. Because Peggy's flesh was so white, the blue veins running through each breast was plainly visible. Each boob seemed to have the appearance and quality of the finest quarried alabaster.
"Like?" she asked, turning her chest in Pete Ross's direction. The way Ross was smiling let her know without his saying anything, but she wanted to hear it from him any way.
"You'd better believe it," Ross murmured. "You'd damn well better believe it."
"Then I guess it's only fair to have you tell me what you think of the rest of me," she said, dropping her half slip and panties. She had on a garter belt and stockings, and was making no move to take those off, knowing how sexy they looked.
Standing up, she moved away from the bed and let Pete and Edie admire her shape. Every last inch of her was solid and firm. The woman knew she had a beautiful figure, and was fully aware that her husband was the only klutz to take her for granted. Peggy noticed the way Pete's eyes lingered on every last part of her, caressing her soft white flesh. She had wide, flaring hips. This was the sign of a fertile woman, so it was obvious to Pete that her husband definitely hadn't been doing any kind of job on her. Otherwise she would be very, very pregnant. Her wide pelvic bones made it obvious she would have almost no pain when the time came for her to give birth.
Edie, still lying on the bed, was licking her lips, staring at the two, rich, pink labia nestling under the golden hair on Peggy's pelvis. She could see the golden ointment in the nest of hair, making Peggy's cunt look like shimmering sunlight.
Peggy bent over the supine form of Edie, watching as Edie's small breasts shuddered wildly with the girl's heavy breathing. She used one hand to continue caressing the bouncing breasts, and now Peggy's other hand slid between Edie's thighs.
Peggy heard the plumber let out a long, low moan of whistling breath, so she said, "Mr. Ross, take a good look at your niece's body. This is a fabulous torso, with a vagina just begging to be penetrated with a good stiff pecker." And Edie's thighs parted all the more widely, letting Pete get another good look at his niece's slavering labia.
"You're just as fuckable as I am," Edie said to the petulant blonde, her own body aflame with erotic sensations. And before Peggy could stop her, Edie was reaching up and shoving her fingers into the creaming mire between Peggy's loins.
Oh gee! Edie thought. This is terrific. I've never done anything like this before, but I can see why Uncle Pete likes to play with my pussy all the time.
Pete Ross's cock was jerking wildly in his pants, as if it was attempting to tear through his fly. And it took every last ounce of Pete Ross's willpower to keep him from getting up from the stool. His swollen eyes were bulging, staring at two contrasting female figures - one with a hairless crotch, and the other with fluffy, golden hair. One had small, tiny, firm breasts, and the other had big, bouncy boobs. One had a rich pink, juicy oozing cunt, plainly visible because of the lack of hair, and the other had larger, fuller, more pouting cuntlips, with so much fluid oozing from between her shapely thighs, her inner loins were completely soaked, all along her stockings, right down to her knees. Two wonderful pussies, two heavenly temples, two luscious nunneries, but designed to contain the high priest known as cock. His cock. Yes, those natural caverns were both meant to hold his prong.
Peggy knelt beside the bed, letting Pete Ross see the full luscious rounded contours of her lovely ass. This made the man hunger for her cunt all the more. Ross was totally unaware of the fact that Peggy was working on Edie's body again. The luscious little girl was wriggling and sighing all over the bed as Peggy's fingers rubbed her brown nipples all the harder.
Pete Ross felt his testicles crushing so tightly into his groin, there was a strong sensation of acute agony. The sight of Peggy's weaving rectum was driving him crazy, he had to cup his hand against his groin.
Peggy, realizing she had teased Pete to the limit, finally turned to look at him and said, "Come on, Mr. Ross. Dive right in."
Pete Ross didn't have to be told twice. His gaping eyes seemed to jump back and forth between the two girls, staring at the little lemon-size breasts of the one girl, and the cantaloupes of the blonde woman. The man was in seething heat, and now he proceeded to strip down quickly, letting his clothing fall in a pool at his feet. Jesus! He wanted to fuck the two of them.
This had started out as a session to tease Peggy Percone into heat. But the trim little housewife had turned the tables on Pete Ross, building up his own heat first. Shit! This woman was so good, if she weren't married, he wouldn't even charge her for this visit, since she was giving as much as she was getting.
Peggy's fingers slid into E die's creaming cunt, moving in and out, in and out, reaming the tender flesh nest, making Edie hump her hips up and down. Edie, still flat on her back, rammed her aching loins higher against Peggy's moving fingers, feeling the way the blonde woman's digits seemed to simply ease their way into the narrow tightness of her sucking funnel. Edie writhed and wriggled, as if trying to yank her lush young body away from Peggy's moving fingers, but there really was no way she wanted the blonde to stop. Her columnar thighs crushed tightly around Peggy's hand, but the golden-haired woman managed to keep her fingers moving around and around, making the flat-on-her-back Edie grasp at empty air.
Pete Ross began to slowly walk toward the two females. His eyes remained focused on the way Peggy's fingers caused Edie to widen her thighs a bit more, and now Peggy was able to finally slide her fingers out. Edie, feeling the wonderful delight inside her cunt suddenly disappear, wanted to cry out to Peggy to do even more. But there was a method to Peggy's madness. Although far from being homosexual herself, Peggy had always wondered what it was about a woman's vagina that made a man slobber all over it. Now, for the first time, she had a vagina she could play with, and she intended finding out just what it was about the pussy that was so sensually arousing. Although this would be the first time she was going to do this, Peggy knew she would be doing it correctly.
Edie, seeing Peggy's head dipping down toward her groin, widened her thighs much more, feeling the woman's lovely face sink into the heated pit of her tight bare little nest. The moment she felt Peggy's lips kiss her labia, Edie clamped her thighs tightly shut around the blonde, hiding her face from Pete's eyes.
Peggy's tongue stabbed into the seeping, creamy crack of the young girl, slurping noisily, sucking hard, and Edie opened her mouth and screamed "Yaaaaaggggghhhhh!" as her complete lower torso spun and spiraled completely out of control. The girl humped her hips up and down against the foam-rubber mattress, and Pete Ross moved even closer, his wide eyes openly staring as his long, outthrust cock seemed to be watching with a sticky tear coming from its blunt eye.
Peg tugged her sopping wet face from between the white loins of Edie's body and turned to look at the advancing Pete Ross. Her eyes fairly glittered as she stared at it. God! It was the biggest, thickest cock she had ever seen. Actually, the woman had seen only one other cock before, and that had been the one belonging to her husband. She had to admit that Pete had a much larger one. A long, thick piece of sausage like that could do wonders to the interior of a girl's vagina.
"That has to be the most fantastic prick I have ever seen," Peg whispered to Edie. She was panting heavily, almost gasping at the sight of the rigid member. "God! It has to be at least eight inches long. I don't know if he'll be able to fit that masterpiece of a cock into me."
Edie raised her head and drooled, knowing her uncle would have no trouble making Peggy's cunt stretch to contain his cock. After all, Edie had the tightest cunt in the neighborhood, and if her uncle could fit it into her, he would have no trouble whatsoever fitting it into Peggy. In a way, she felt jealous. Having felt that cock so often, and looking at it now, it was almost as if she had squatter's rights to it. Heck, after having been reamed in all three holes by the three penises belonging to Tom Williams, John Kamp, and Dave Schachter, feeling the immense length and breadth of her uncle's schlong had been an overwhelming thrill. But even as she stared, she felt Peggy bring her mouth back to the sopping hole between her own thighs. Once again the blonde woman began lapping, licking out the heavy flood of bubbling cunt fluid.
"Hey now," Pete Ross muttered, slowly tugging Peg's wet face from the fuming furrow at which it had been feeding. "I think you deserve as much as Edie. It isn't fair for Edie to feel everything. I have an idea or two with you in mind."
"I'm all ears," Peg replied, smiling.
"Not from where I'm standing," Pete Ross loudly laughed. "Look, you do just as I tell you to, and all three of us will really have one helluva ball."
He made Peggy crawl up on Edie, moving her so her breasts pressed against the tiny swells of Edie's body. Then he made Peg lower herself, putting her full weight on the young girl.
"Don't worry," Edie grunted. "I can take your weight."
Peggy's full tits rubbed against the firm, shimmering little swells of the younger girl. Her blonde, mossy vagina scrubbed against the bare pelvis of Edie's tender groin, and Edie shuddered, feeling the hairs pushing between her hot labia, tickling her.
Peggy's knees forced those of Edie to open all the wider, and the open coral flesh of the girl's frothing vaginal flesh started rubbing against the salmon-colored delight of Peggy's delicate inner flesh. The heavy fluid almost gushing from Peg's shuddering, anxious pussy began dripping down into the taut smoothness between young Edie's burning thighs. The clitoris of each female seemed to swell and enlarge, reaching out, and in so doing, the two delicate clits found each other. The vibrant contact set both girls to shuddering and quaking, and now the two females were madly squirming and writhing against one another. Edie stretched her thighs very wide, carefully surrounding Peggy's, squeezing the blonde's body. Abruptly the two women were punching their pelvises into one another as if fucking each other. They slammed hard, writhing and squirming back and forth on the bed.
"Ohhhhh ... '. my Godddddd!!" Peggy gasped, never having had such a wildly erotic experience before. "Thisssss ... uhhhhh ... hasssss ... gotttt ... uuunnnhhh ... to be ... ohhhhh ... the wildest feellliiingggg ... aahhhnnnngggghhhh ... of all ti-i-i-i-i-mmmmme ... "
Edie was also gasping, feeling the delightful, squishy pressure of Peggy's vibrating clitoris against that very same part of her own body. Her head whipped from left to right, then back again, moving so quickly, Peggy was unable to kiss her, though the over whelming urge was there. Feeling frustrated in her attempts to kiss Edie, Peggy finally turned and looked at Pete Ross, saying, "Ohhhhh Goddddd! Come on, Pete ... Mr. Ross."
Pete noticed the way the blonde woman's eyes always seemed to be staring at his throbbing cock, never looking up at his face. He could tell the woman was prick-starved, and knew it would be cruel and unfair of him to keep his throbbing penis from her a moment longer. Her husband had to be one big jerk not to feed this pretty pigeon his cock more often.
Edie's head fell back against the bed, no longer whipping from side to side, and suddenly Peggy's mouth was .slamming down against that of the young girl. The two tongues locked and intertwined as if they were octopus tentacles. Each was gasping with the urge to drink the other's saliva.
Moving around, behind the two girls, Pete Ross climbed onto the bed, walking on it on his knees, slithering between the thighs of both females, at once. His hands reached out and held Peggy's bobbing ass steady, making the blonde woman churn her taut vagina against the bare flanges of the naked young Edie. He moved closer and closer to their bodies, bringing his own cock right up against them, and then, little by little, Pete started to slowly sink his pulsing want into the narrow, sucking depths of Peggy's tight cunnus. The man could feel Peggy bucking back, ramming her sweet rounded ass into his groin, forcing his solid dong to sink all the more deeply into her sucking nookie as Peggy gasped, "Ohhhhh ... yessss ... yessss ... yesss.' ... "
Pete Ross began slamming his hips urgently forward, pounding his heavy meat into her with hard strokes, feeling her rounded buttocks wallop the front of his thighs each time. Peggy was slamming her rounded buttocks wallop the front of his thighs each time. Peggy was slamming her rounded asscheeks back against his body as solidly as she was able, and at the same time, because of Pete's weight on her back, felt her vaginal lips part all the more, making her clitoris forcefully apply more pressure to Edie's little button. Edie was panting, going wild, never having imagined something like this could be so good. Heck! Doing this had never even entered her mind. It took her kinky uncle to think these things up. It was hard for her to move with the weight of two people now pressing down on her.
Pete Ross was indeed an ultimate master of fornication. He was fully aware of just about ever sexual trick known to man and animal alike, and now that he had two women to enjoy, he knew the only way to keep both of them happy would be to fuck the two of them at the same time. Putting them in this position was the only way he would be able to accomplish such a feat.
Shoving Peggy forward the littlest bit, he had to literally tug his well-oiled stanchion from the oozing, sucking depths of Peggy's squeezing snatch, then he forced his body to dip down a little. And then, inch by inch, he forced his meaty skewer into the even tighter depths of Edie's crushing pussy channel. Because of Peggy's ass pressing against his belly, Pete found it difficult to fit the entire length of his throbbing cock into his niece's feminine oven, though he felt the girl's anxious tunnel suck and pull as if trying to literally tug him in. Lord! He knew Edie was good, but he just didn't realize how she continued to improve. He did manage to fit most of it in, corkscrewing it around and around inside the seething hotbox, rubbing his pelvic hairs against Peggy's asscheeks, scrubbing all the perspiration from it.
Edie, feeling Peggy's twat still rubbing against hers, was thrilled at the length of her uncle's hot dog massaging her interior, and never noticed that the hard cock was not all the way in. It made the young girl writhe delightedly, in spite of the fact she was carrying the combined weights of the two other people. She sensed the thick swelling of her uncle's pulsing prick growing larger and larger in her girlish oven with each passing second.
Pete Ross was aware of the turbulence building around his cock. The man stroked his heavy cock into his niece all the more solidly. Each time he fucked forward, he felt the rounded buttocks of Peggy Percone rub like two cushions against his hairy thighs and lower belly. He could feel the twin moonlike cheeks part a little each time his sliding cock pushed into Edie's taut young pussy, and he could even sense Peggy's labia opening and massaging against the base of his stolid penis. This built the seething sensations in him even higher. The man was actually fucking between blonde Peggy's slurping vaginal lips in order to sink his throbbing meat into the sucking center of Edie's hot cunt. He could feel the delightful pressure of two pairs of cuntlips against his cock at the same time. He speared his throbbing penis forward strongly, forcing the twin globes of Peggy's bouncy asscheeks farther and farther apart. Pete felt the small wrinkled pucker of her asshole rubbing into his hairy pubis each time he socked his cock forward. Edie was sighing and whimpering with delight at this new way to be fucked, thrilling to the way her uncle's solid pole plunged into the sobbing depths of her aching vagina. At the same time her vaginal lips were continually being kissed by the wide open labia of Peggy. And Edie felt her vibrating clitoris rubbing back and forth against the quivering extension of the blonde woman.
Edie could sense the thrilling pleasure her uncle was feeling because of the even tighter pressure exerted by the depths of her tight cunt. He was sighing, and his vocal efforts spurred Edie to hump her young buttocks higher and higher.
Christ! It was hard for Pete Ross to tell the sucking depths of his niece from the clutching lips of Peggy Percone. The man could feel the blonde woman's pussy lips still gripping that part of him not sinking into his niece's cunt., and because Peggy was lubricating heavily, it made it all the easier for Pete to slide his cock between those slurping lips. He was in a position to make comparisons now, as he slipped his cock from Edie's cunt and thrust it back into Peggy's pussy for a half dozen strokes. Then he eased the pulsing wand from Peggy's snatch and fucked right back into the slurping, slavering depths of his niece. Each time he tugged his throbbing meat from the depths of one female's cunt to slam it into the other's, he could hear the whispered gasp of regret of the female who was losing his hard prick for the moment. It mingled with the delightful sigh of the other female, who was enjoying the entrance of his hard-driving cock.
Each woman was an entity unto herself. Pete could feel the vast differences between their leeching nookies. All cats were definitely not grey in the dark. He could instantly feel the difference between the firmer, more anxious cunt of the blonde Peggy as opposed to the heated, resilient softness of Edie.
He pulled out of Edie again and rammed his thrusting cock into Peggy's tightness. Twelve strokes later, he was out and plunging right back into Edie. Peggy almost wailed, feeling the loss of his plunging pylon, while Edie squealed with delight at the thrusting entry of his welcomed masculine meat, feeling it push deeper than ever into her bubbling, frothing center. The young girl seemed to madly writhe with tormented anguish, slamming her body higher and higher, totally oblivious to the two weights pressing solidly down on her. She could tell that her uncle had intended keeping his cock there for some few strokes, after which she sensed he would once again with draw it. She knew Pete was getting a big kick out of moving his throbbing cock back and forth between their two cunts. But this time Edie had no intention of letting him go. She had been developing her vaginal muscles, exercising them at every opportunity. She had her uncle firmly locked into her.
Pete Ross slammed forward, then lulled back again. But each time he tugged back, Edie's muscles locked behind his corona, preventing him from withdrawing his meaty cock. In fact, with each forward stroke, Edie's cunt sucked his hard cock into her depths a bit more deeply, pulling the front of Pete's body all the more firmly against Peggy's bottom. This made Peggy's asscheeks open very wide, and her anus was rubbing against the hairy pelvis above Pete's cock even more abrasively. Edie's hungering sleeve of soft, membranous tissue would only let him pull back in again, as if her hot little twat were a vacuum cleaner.
Edie's slim, white thighs opened from around Peggy's waist, but only so they could snake out and reach up that much higher. Her calves pressed tightly around her uncle's spine and she pulled him down, gripping him all the more tightly against Peggy's back. Her buttocks began wildly shuddering against the mattress, building strong friction inside her as her cunt walls massaged her uncle's imprisoned cock.
"It ... uhhhh ... feels ... ohhhhhh ... so greaaaattttuhhhhh ... " Edie gasped to the blonde woman. "Ohhhhh Jesus ... I've never ... uhhhhh gotten it this way ... ooooooh ... beforrrrrrrre ... "
"Keep rubbing, Edie," Peggy whispered, massaging her own delicate clitoris against that of the other woman, feeling pinpricks of tingling lust shower through her own trembling body.
Peggy ached to feel the cock inside her, but didn't want to rob Edie of the orgasm swiftly approaching. The blonde knew that if Pete had left his prick inside her own pussy while her cuntlips were still rubbing against those Edie, and her clitoris was being massaged by that of the younger girl, she would have had two, maybe three climaxes by now. She came quickly, and once she started, there was no stopping her. But Peggy had waited this long, and she had gotten this far. Once Edie came, she would feel that solid poker of Pete Ross plugging her depths again, and she would keep it stuck inside her until she'd reached her own entire satisfaction.
Peggy felt the way Edie was writhing and bucking under her, as well as the steady, solid way Pete Ross was pounding his prick into the tight depths of his niece. Twenty minutes earlier, Peg would have been shocked to learn that Ross was fucking his own niece. Now it seemed like the only thing he could do, living alone with her, and Peggy would have been surprised had he not been doing it. In the few short minutes she had come to really know Pete Ross, Peggy had found him to be the most erotically oriented man she had ever encountered. And though she had never fucked for anyone but her husband prior to meeting Pete, she had met many men she had regarded as sex fiends, knowing that every one of them would have fucked her at a moment's notice. Only Pete had been so thoroughly aroused the instant she'd seem him, that she'd followed through on her resolution to be fucked by him. And Peggy had to admit she wasn't the least bit sorry.
Peggy could feel Edie's movements speed up and she knew the young girl was on the verge of an orgasm. Yes, yes, she was right, she could feel the
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furiously now, massaging her clitoris against that of the older woman all the more furiously. Edie was gasping into Peggy's ear, "This is it ... unnnhhh... ooooh ... yeeaahhh... there ... I can feelitttttt..."
Pete Ross sensed his niece's approaching climax. He continued slamming his throbbing prick into the clutching tightness of her grasping cunt at a faster pace now. He could feel the clutching hold of Edie's pussy grip him all the more tightly. Her hands were like talons, digging into his back, clinging to him desperately, and her heels began wildly kicking his asscheeks. The girl was gurgling as her trembling orgasm seemed to abruptly climb right out of her aching body, almost as if it were a writhing spirit.
"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Edie screamed, humping madly, feeling the man's slamming cock pump in even deeper.
Peggy felt like pie-filling between two layers of moving crust as the two bodies surrounding her tightly pressed and squeezed her, as if each was trying to touch the other even though she was still between them. She felt they were slowly but surely compressing her. This enhanced the weighty rubbing of Edie's vagina against that of her own all the more, forcing her swollen clitoral nubbin to rub all the more strongly against that of the younger girl. The pressure was even greater for Edie, as she began squirming and wriggling even more wantonly.
"No more!!!" Edie gasped, begging as hard for everything to stop as she had pleaded for it to continue moments before. "Oh please!!! No more!!! I'll die!!! Stop, stop, stop!!!"
Peggy pushed her hands into the bed on either side of the young girl. The blonde woman moved straight up with her hips and asscheeks, forcing Pete Ross to tug his still stiff prick from the anguished depths of Edie's pussy.
Pete immediately sensed a tremendous feeling of loss when the security of Edie's hot cunt no longer strangled the length of his thick, broad phallus. But Peggy's ass was all but standing straight up in the air now, waving almost directly below his chin. Ross could smell the heated, seething drippings from the blonde woman's frothing vagina, and with it was the mingled oils of Edie's girlish cunt, caught in Peggy's blonde hairs.
Lowering his face, Pete Ross pressed his mouth to the yawning slash of delicious pink delight. So Peggy remained in that prone position, on her hands and knees-with her asscheeks way up in the air, thrilling to the probing tongue slurping through her clutching vagina. Her body trembled with delight at the wonderful pressure of this lancing tongue, pulling lips, and nipping teeth. The woman felt his tongue slice in and out of her seething hole, and then she felt the oral organ slither up to lap at her ultra-sensitive anal button.
Edie, lying off to the side now, recovering from the overpowering pressure of her fantastic climax. She saw Peggy hovering up in the air, a little to the side. The girl wanted to do something to make Peggy happy, since Peggy had helped make sure she'd had her orgasm. So, lying back down flat on her back, she slid under Peggy and moved her body toward the foot of the bed, sliding under the blonde woman. She pressed her thighs between the wide-open balancing thighs of her uncle. As she felt Peggy's full tits brush against her face, she began sucking on the blonde woman's rich, pink nipples, one at a time, making them enlarge to an even greater size until both seemed to stand out like grapes.
Peggy lowered her head and whispered to Edie, "Do things to make your uncle happy. If you make him happy, he'll do things to make me happy."
Edie, her mouth literally crammed full of Peggy's tit, simply nodded, then slowly let the breast slide from between her sucking lips. Now she writhed a bit lower on the bed, and finally found that which she had been seeking; her uncle's dangling cock and balls. She could still hear his mouth lustfully slavering into the seething depths of Peggy's fuming twat. And Pete, who was avidly concentrating on what his mouth was doing, was totally unaware of the presence of his niece. The man was hungrily licking and slurping and drinking, feeling more heavy oil slide from the frothing depths each time his tongue lanced into her. His teeth chewed lustily on Peggy's rubbery asscheeks, leaving teeth marks in her tender asscrack, but confident they would never be seen by her husband.
Suddenly Pete Ross became aware of something hot and wet surrounding his shuddering phallus. He didn't have to stop what he was doing to look and see that his niece was sucking his cock. The young girl was feeding his cock into her mouth as a bird pulled a worm into its beak. And the young girl's eagerness was matched solely by the effort his own mouth was applying to the tender, meaty flesh of Peggy Percone's pussy.
"Ummmmphhhh!" was all he could say, his mouth muttering into the sodden depths of Peggy's swampy cunter as Edie's pressuring tongue and slurping lips tugged his shuddering cock deeper and deeper into the sacrosanct depths of her oral vestibule.
Edie felt Pete hump his hard cock furiously into the tantalizing depths of her mouth. She knew she had acquired an expertise when it came to cocksucking. She thrilled to the beating pressure of his dangling balls against her chin and throat, causing more sparks to blister their way through him. The man jammed his hard cockmeat deeper and deeper into his niece's pulling mouth, feeling the familiar stretch of her lips as they widened to take in more of his breadth. Christ! It was incredible the way she managed to suck his entire length into her mouth, letting the knobby head push into her gullet. Her lips pulled and tugged, squeezing and creating the impression his thick penis was stretching her mouth.
As always, Edie loved to suck cock. She had her uncle's normally licentious nature, and she could see that Peggy had a similar attitude. God! Sex was wonderful. And to think that none of this might have happened had she not had that nightmare her first night in her uncle's house. Once she had gone running to his bed and he had sleepily fucked her, the whole world had opened to the young girl.
Her finger found her uncle's rectum, and as she continued sucking solidly on his pulsing penis, she pushed her index finger into his anal opening. Little by little, the young girl forced her finger into his rectum, making his body squirm insanely. Hell! If he could do this to her, there was no reason she could not respond by doing the same thing back to him. The result of her pressing finger caused Pete Ross to stab his own tongue all the more deeply into Peggy's slurping pussy.
The blonde woman felt the moving tongue lash deeply into her, touching every vaginal wall. And then she felt the lingual member slowly slide out and flatly press against her delicate clitoris. Peggy felt him licking with more and more verve. The blonde girl frantically writhed, bouncing her rubbery asscheeks against Pete Ross's face, pressing the cushioned flesh against his nose, chin, and cheeks.
Now Peggy went wildly out of control. Her body churned, rotated, and bucked, as her mouth gasped and grunted. She suddenly felt there would be no need for the cock ... at least not yet. Her climax was rising higher and higher, and suddenly it was snapping through her body as Pete's tongue seemed to reach all the more deeply into her.
"EEEE! YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Peggy bellowed, and her voice bounced off every wall in the room, coming back to her ears repeatedly. She fell flat on the bed, her tight, clamping loins tugging Pete's face down with her. This, in turn, thrust Pete's cock all the way down his niece's throat, filling her esophagus. At first, Edie thought she would strangle to death. But a moment later a new orgasm was surging through her, and she realized it had been touched off by her uncle's cock rubbing against some sensitive nerve-endings in her throat. She was having an oral climax.
"AAAAAKKKKKAAAAACCCCCHHHHH!" was the only sound to come out of her as she bounced, now with her upper torso straining on the bed, and her lower feet kicking and slamming against the floor.
Pulling her face away, Edie rolled onto the floor in time to see her uncle stab his unsatisfied prick into the tight cunt of Peggy, from the rear.
"Fuck away, you wonderful bastard," Peggy gasped, as she began humping her ass up and down in time to the way his hard cock slammed into her clutching tightness. His hands squeezed her asscheeks, pulling on the flesh, making the woman's ass move even faster.
Peg felt him slam his solid meat into her without interruption this time. He powered his cock in again and again, and she could feel his puffy, mushroom-shaped glans reaching from behind her inner cuntlips all the way along the heated length of her seething channel. Peggy was up on her elbows, concentrating on slamming her cunt up to meet the downward thrust of Pete's cock. The orgasm that his tongue had given her had merely whetted the appetite of her nookie for more. She was having a complete series of minor orgasms, but the more she came, the more cock she wanted.
Pete Ross felt the pressure in Peg's cunt building to explosive heights. He knew there was no way he would be able to hold back. The jism on his pounding cock was building too high.
"HEEEEYYYYAAAANNNN NNNNN HHHHH!" he screamed, bucking and squirming as ropes of thick hot sperm shot into the burning depths of the woman's tight pudding like center.
Peggy felt him shooting, and realized the hosing pressure spouting from the nozzle of his cock was building another orgasm inside her, and she suddenly shouted, "AAAAYYYYUUUUGGGGHHHH!"
And when it was all over, the blonde woman was more than happy to write out a cheek for a hundred dollars. At last, she had been royally fucked, like the cunt queen she believed herself to be.
CHAPTER SIX
That was the first and last time Peggy Percone had to pay for the privilege of Pete Ross's cock. Edie soon found he was making morning calls to the woman's house, and the young girl knew her uncle wasn't going there to fix any leaks. And what bothered Edie was the fact that Peggy really knew how to drain him. He had enough strength to continue his plumbing, and on occasion he even handled one of his "special jobs" after having fucked Peggy, but that left absolutely nothing for Edie at night. Sure, she was getting her own share of "special jobs," but she wanted more of her Uncle Pete's cock, and the best he could do was give it to her on weekends, it just wasn't enough.
Edie decided the time had come to take some action. So the first thing she did was follow Peggy's husband Joe on weekends when he was off from work. He wasn't a tall man, but he was definitely good looking. Joe Percone had brown hair, a rugged body, and a yen for sports. He was so active on weekends, Edie figured he had time for quickies with his wife when he was alone with her, and quickies just weren't enough to satisfy a woman as exciting as Peggy. She needed long bouts.
On the second Saturday that she started following Joe Percone, Edie realized the man was very mild-mannered and easy going. He wouldn't hurt her uncle in any way, and the only lashing he would give his wife would be with his tongue.
Watching the man leave his house and walk around the corner, heading for the handball courts a quarter of a mile away, she started following him, but just before she turned the corner, she saw her Uncle Pete's plumbing truck pull up in front of the house. So Uncle Pete was going into overtime with Peggy Percone. Huh! Well Edie decided the time had come for her to bring it all to an end. She needed some good fucking.
If Joe Percone got to the handball courts before she reached him, Edie knew there would be no chance for her to talk to him. So she hurried after the man. Percone was walking swiftly enough, and had no idea the young girl behind him was trying to catch up to him.
Reaching him, Edie grabbed his arm, and the startled man swung around to look at her.
"Hey, whaddaya want, kid!" he asked, trying to remove her hand from his arm.
"Are you some kind of jerk?" Edie asked. "You have the hottest wife in the whole neighborhood, and you go off to play handball every Saturday and Sunday mornings?"
"Hey, kid, my private life is my own. You stay the hell out if you know what's good for you."
"Oh, I damn well know what's good for me," Edie snapped. "I like a good prick fucking me."
Her words shocked Joe Percone. He didn't know what to say at first. Finally, he snapped, "Look, kiddo. You're jailbait. Sure, you're a nice, pretty little girl, but that's all you are, a little girl. So scram, huh?"
"Hey, I don't necessarily want your cock," she snapped at him. "The trouble is, the cock that's been fucking me is busy fucking your wife instead of me."
"Hey, what the hell are you talking about?" Percone asked, more hurt at her statement than angry.
"I'm saying, because you don't give your wife enough of a balling, my uncle has to do the job, and he doesn't have enough cock left over for me. So I figure it's time you started acting like the man of your house. Go on home and screw the ass off your wife so she'll let my uncle alone."
"Kid, you're fulla wind."
"Am I?" Edie asked. "It so happens my uncle is in your house right now, boffing your wife."
"You're lying," Joe snapped.
"Am I? Tell you what? I'll make a deal with you. Let's go back and see. If my uncle isn't fucking your wife, I'll walk away and you'll never hear from me again. But if he is, then you have to fuck me, then and there. Fair enough?"
"Hell, that's a deal where I can't lose," Joe nodded. "Come on, kid. We'll go back, but there's one more stipulation. If my wife isn't being fucked, I get to wallop the ass off you before you leave."
"That's fair enough," Edie nodded, her hands automatically covering her behind, rubbing the material of her blue slacks.
The two began walking back, and when they rounded the corner, Edie was staring at Joe Percone's face, watching his eyes widen as he saw the plumbing truck parked in front of his house.
"Son of a bitch!" Percone was muttering. "I'll kick the shit outa him."
"Why," Edie gasped as she hurried to keep up with him. "He'd never be doing this if you'd have fucked your wife properly."
The two of them walked silently into the house and quietly headed for the bedroom. Edie was standing in front of Percone, and she was the first one to see what was happening, since no one had bothered closing the bedroom door.
"Ohhhhhh ... yessssss, fuck my ass, Pete," Peggy was gasping.
The woman was bent over on the bed with absolutely nothing on. Her round, white buttocks were waving in the air, and Pete's massive dick was pounding in and out of her asshole with jarring force, making the woman quiver. Peggy was mewling with pleasure, ramming her asscheeks back against Pete Ross's thighs.
Edie froze, and her hand pressed against Joe Percone's belly, motioning him to freeze as well. The girl felt her cunt secreting a continual oozing of passion fluid. The hairless slash of her cunt was awash in pussy juice. Watching her uncle ass-fucking Peggy was having the wildest effect on her. She was climbing to a higher and higher state of passion.
Pete was pumping his heavy prick into Peggy's asshole with greater and greater strength, and Peg was continually moaning, her asscheeks writhing and twitching in hungry little circles as he continued battering her asscheeks against him. The woman reached under her lust-slammed body, her fingers extended, and she was suddenly able to squirm three of them into her cunt.
"Jesus!" Percone gasped, watching the lascivious scene.
The man was angry with his wife for cheating on him, but the scene was making him burn up. Damn! Watching his wife take it up the ass was the most arousing thing Joe Percone had ever seen in his entire life. His hard cock lurched under his white shorts, swelling into erection. He could understand Edie's anger and he felt the girl needed some consoling. For the first time he looked at the girl since coming to the bedroom door, and he noticed Edie was quietly humping her own body back and forth.
The young girl was all set to open her slacks and worm a middle finger into her seething snatch, when she felt Joe's presence behind her suddenly become much stronger.
"Easy, kid," Joe whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't let it upset you."
Edie half-turned to face Joe, whispering, "See, I told you."
Sheesh! I never thought Peggy enjoyed all this so much." He was still staring at the licentious, forbidden coupling of the plumber to his wife. Their bodies rocked together, building to higher peaks of enjoyment. The fluids seeping down from Peggy's cuntlips were drenching the bedcovers under her.
Edie wanted to say something, to convince Joe Percone not to go breaking into the room and upset the fornicating couple. But before she could say anything, she suddenly became aware of his thick, pulsing cock rubbing against her thighs. Damn! It wasn't quite as long nor as thick as her uncle's, but in a situation like this, it would certainly do the job she wanted to have done on her. God! She was burning with lust.
"Hey, kid, I'm sorry," Joe whispered.
He was still unsure about what to say to the young girl, though he could feel her body rubbing against the head of his cock, building the heated lust higher and higher in him. The man was disturbed to think that this little twelve-year-old cunt could get him so aroused. Looking down in Edie's eyes, he saw the unmistakable signs of lust in them. Perhaps because she was totally different from his wife, because he wasn't used to her body, he suddenly felt himself becoming hotter and hotter.
"They're really balling it up," Edie whispered to him, breathing heavily.
The girl realized the man was very aroused, and she wanted a piece of him. It would be better for him to take out his anger by fucking her than by breaking into the room. Her asscheeks tightened as she squeezed her pussy lips together. She could feel the gush of fluids running down her thighs.
"Hey, come on," she whispered. "Let's you and I do the same thing."
Almost without realizing it, Joe's hands were massaging her small girlish breasts through her white blouse. He rubbed and kneaded them, tugging the nipples between his fingers. His hard cock seemed bigger than it had been before, and he realized he wanted this pretty young girl's hands around it, squeezing it, holding it, rubbing it. But all the while he continued staring at the way Pete Ross was fucking his wife's ass.
Christ! He had to fuck! He had to bury his cock into a cunt, and this pretty little girl was here, offering her pussy for his personal use.
"Okay, kid," he murmured. "A deal's a deal. What do you want to do?"
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered.
Her words seemed to echo wildly in his head, and for the first time, Joe Percone felt wildly free. All his life he had been bound by the drive to succeed in business, and to keep his body in good shape by continually exercising it. When the young girl reached under his shorts, moving her hand up against his cock, he shuddered. Hers had been-the first hand other than his wife's to touch his penis, and by God, he liked it. He wanted her. He wanted this little wanton slut. And he was going to fuck her.
Edie felt him pull her body against his as his head bent and his mouth covered hers with a tender, compassionate, kissing sexual desire. She wrapped her fingers around the pulsing solidity of his cock, tugging and stroking it with her fingers, feeling it burn with passion. Her other hand was already undoing the front of his shorts, making them fall. And both hands were tugging the elastic waistband of his undershorts down, baring his hard, solid penis to her eyes.
Joe's hands had been working on her blouse, opening it, tugging it off, then sliding her own slacks and panties down, giving him a full view of her luscious, arousing young body. Hell! The kid was really turning into a shapely female. It'd take two or three more years, but it wouldn't be much longer before she was really stacked. Soon all their clothing was on the floor.
Edie enjoyed the way Joe was looking at her. Other than her uncle, he was the first male she really liked who admired her nakedness. She stared at the hard, rigid wand extending from Joe's groin. She felt a strong urge to caress all of his muscular body. Kneeling right there, in the hall outside the bedroom, she pulled Joe close to her, picturing how they would look when he finally poked his prong into her young body.
Joe knelt between the pretty girl's widespread thighs, running his hands gently up and down her warm, inner flesh, slowly moving his fingers toward the wet warmth of her young cunt.
"Hey. kid," he whispered. "You're one gorgeous little ass."
His fingers found the rich, pink, curving slit of her young vagina, bare but for the tiny wisp of a single hair, and he brushed his fingertips across the tiny erect bud of her clitoris, causing the young girl to gasp out loud from the thrill.
"Yes, yes, yes," she hissed, feeling as if she would shortly burst from the sexual pressure building higher and higher in her body. She could feel Joe's fingers probing into the rubber band tightness of her vaginal opening. Now his face was pressed solidly against the soft flesh of her budding breasts, and his lips closed around each of the brown tips in turn, pulling on them, tugging them, sending jagged bolts of lightening shooting through her trembling body. Edie didn't want time with preliminaries. Her body was aching for action. God! It had been almost a week since her uncle had given her a good fucking.
Edie suddenly sat up and threw Joe down on his back. It wasn't enough to be fucked. Even if Joe was the possessor of the penis, Edie wanted to be the aggressor. She then straddled Joe, her thighs wide apart on both sides of his hips, her hot cunt hovering over him. She reached down and grabbed the man's thick cock, gripping it tightly in her fingers, moving the hot, rubbery point back and forth between her hairless lips. And little by little her hot young slit began opening to the pressure of his blistering cockhead.
"Christ, kid!" the man gasped. "Do it! Sit on it, NOW!" he moaned, arching his hips up from the floor, trying anxiously to drive his blood-swollen penis into the slick, clasping center of the young girl's heated orifice.
"Ummmmm ahhhhhhh!" was the only response from the girl as her other hand reached down to separate her cuntlips, feeling the passionate juices flowing heavily from it She could feel the wedging point push between her heated lips, probing into her tight hole, arid she hovered there an instant before slowly, very slowly, letting her young body slide down the full length of his penis. Her taut vaginal muscles squeezed shut around the lust-incited cock, squeezing it as she continued sliding down.
"Uuuuuunnnnngggghhhh!" the girl gasped.
"Godddduuuhhh!" Joe Percone shuddered.
Edie felt his column filling her anxious pussy very nicely, throbbing through the depths of her vaginal passage, filling her anxious pussy very nicely, throbbing through the depths of her vaginal passage, filling her to a much greater extent than she had originally believed it capable.
Joe raised himself on his elbows to stare at the way his throbbing prick lurched its way up into the young girl's tightness. With a second hot upthrusting surge, he rammed the entire length into her. His cock felt the wetly warm thrills of her surrounding flesh, causing wonderful shudders to shoot to every part of his anxious body.
"Unnnhhh! Unnnhhh! Yes, yes, yes!" the girl was gasping, thrilling to the way his hard column expanded inside her. She felt as if she could sense every last little wrinkle of his swollen flesh as it almost filled her. True, it wasn't as big or as thick as Uncle Pete's cock, but for its size it was doing a more-than-adequate job. Heck! She'd had no idea this cock would really make her feel this good.
Pete Ross was all set to come in Peggy's rectum when he heard the gasping sounds in the hallway. His throbbing prick was buried to its full length in the older woman's rear passageway, his balls ready to explode, while she was still fingering her pussy and mewling like ah animal. But the added sounds coming from the hallway could in no way be interpreted as sounds of their own lovemaking. And it occurred to him that some of the gasping was coming from the throat of his niece. He had heard her voice often enough. What the hall was Edie doing in this house? He turned his head, half-expecting to see her in the same room with him, but all he could see was a pair of man's legs stretched out on the floor, and his niece's pretty ass was bouncing up and down on the fulcrum between them.
"Don't slow down," Peggy was gasping. "For the love of God, I'm ready to come. Fuck me, you son of a bitch!"
She was crazily grinding her buttocks back against Pete Ross's hairy thighs. The blonde woman was in a sexual frenzy she had never felt before, and she couldn't understand why Pete Ross had suddenly stopped. "Unnnnh" she gasped. "Please ... please fuck my ass."
But Pete Ross wasn't listening. He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing in the hallway, that little slut of his niece was actually fucking someone else for pleasure! And who the hell would she bring into the Percone house? He had to know, despite the mounting pressure continuing to build in his balls. He had to know. He yanked his throbbing cock from the squeezing interior of Peggy's asshole, not even hearing the loud plopping noise it made as it came out.
"Just a minute, you bastard," Peggy gasped, but she noticed that he paid no attention to her as he headed for the open doorway.
"Well, I'll be damned," Pete gasped, his eyes blinking at the unbelievable sight of his niece straddling Peggy's husband on the floor. The girl was riding up and down like a practiced jockey. The two were so engrossed in their fucking that neither was aware of Pete's presence. Peg was right next to Pete, herself unable to believe what she was seeing. Her husband, who was always too busy to stick it to her, was here, fucking Pete's niece. She was angry, but realized if Edie could make the man come back to life, sexually, there might be more than enough left over for her later on.
"That looks terrific," Peggy whispered to Pete, who could only stand there and nod in response, unbelieving.
Edie was totally engrossed in what she was doing, feeling enjoyment follow pleasure through her vagina as Joe Percone's hard cock slammed deeper and deeper into her sucking cunt with each downward thrust of her hips. Every inch felt like the answer to her prayer for attention now that her uncle seemed otherwise occupied. Once again she could feel the total fulfillment of her anguished body. Her passion was beyond reality at this point, yet when she heard her uncle's voice she suddenly became aware of his presence.
"My ass, Uncle Pete," she gasped. "Fuck my ass, just like I was sandwiched that other time."
"Ooooooh yeahhhhh," Joe gasped. "Fuck the kid's ass."
Dumbstruck for a moment, Pete could only stand there. Then he felt Peggy Percone pushing him toward the fornicating couple. Hell! His cock was still solid and fully erect from not having completed what he had been doing with Peggy. This would be another novelty for him, fucking one ass right after another.
He kneeled on the floor behind Edie, gripping her buttocks and making her hold still for the moment. Edie leaned forward to make it easier for him, and even reached back with her own hands to tug her asscheeks open. Then she felt her uncle's finger probing against the pucker of her anus ... and then there was the light "plop" as his finger began sliding in. The girl forced her anal muscles to relax.
"Ooooohhhh!" she sighed, feeling the finger worm its way up into her narrow rectum.
Pete worked his finger around and around until he felt he could fit a second finger in there. Then he worked both fingers around. And then he tugged his two fingers from her taut asshole, gripped his cock, and pressed it right up against the tiny, narrow opening.
Edie grunted, no longer feeling any pain when her rectum was filled to capacity. It was able to take cock very nicely now. She shoved her hips back as her Uncle Pete rammed his cock forward, pushing it through the tight rubbery sphincter.
"Okay," Pete grunted, "here we go."
He shoved half the length of his hard cock into her narrow anal tube, feeling the girl sigh and shudder. Edie had learned to love a cock in her ass, but this was only the second time she was being double-fucked. But this time she was enjoying it all, right from the start, thrilling to the two penises lodged inside her. This was much better than the first time. One more thrust, and the entire length of hard cock was buried inside her ass.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she sighed in wild abandoned ecstasy as she felt the two cocks jerking and twitching back and forth inside her at the same time. She sighed aloud, thrilling as both her uncle and Joe shuttled her back and forth between them, their phalluses separated by the thin piece of elastic tissue dividing the twin passages between her legs.
The two men began pumping in unison, moving in and out together.
And the two men gave her more, fucking wildly into her with a constant rhythm that turned her body into a raging torrent of anguished lava. Again and again they pounded into her widespread pussy and asshole, each cock working in its separate orifice, yet each working in tandem with the other penis. The girl never wanted this orgy to end.-Never!
Peggy, not wanting to feel left out, kneeled over her husband's face, all but slamming her sopping, anguished cunt into his mouth, angered that he hadn't given her pussy more attention. Well, she would make him pay attention to her cunt right now, by scrubbing his face with it. At the same time she felt Edie's mouth on her nipples, and she wrapped her arms around the young girl's head, holding her face against her breast.
Edie Was out of her mind with anguished passion, sucking on Peggy's nipple, feeling her two orifices crammed full of cock. And these were two really male cocks, filling her with delighted sensation again and again. Never had she enjoyed anything as she was enjoying herself at this moment. Two men she liked fucking her worth twenty men for whom she had no feelings.
Joe was driving his spike straight up into her contracting nookie, the thick, swollen head enlarging even more as he grunted and groaned and sighed. His body twisted and writhed under her, almost spiraling his cock inside her.
"I can feel it," Edie gasped. "Ohhhhhhh golly ... I can feel it. I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Yes! Yes!" And then her vagina began squeezing tightly around Joe's cock, pressing it until the girl was certain she was going to break it off and swallow it up inside her hot cunt.
"UUUUUYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHM MMMMMFFFFF!" she gasped, feeling Peggy ram her tit further into her mouth, cutting off her orgasmic yell.
"Easy, baby, easy," the older woman was telling her, rubbing Edie's back. "Enjoy it!"
And Edie thrashed wildly around, shuddering, quivering, trembling as the climax blasted through her entire nervous system, making her shudder and bounce all over Joe's cock. By rights, the pressure she was applying to Joe's throbbing penis should have made his own balls blow their load. But for some reason, Joe, who was still sucking the delicious, meaty flesh of his wife's cunt, felt himself a small distance away from his satisfaction.
Pete Ross was the next one to come. He screamed out, "Here's my wad, Edie-baby," and he shot a blasting stream of semen into the young girl's rectum. This in turn touched the delicate nerves in Edie's asshole, and suddenly, while still in the throes of her vaginal orgasm, the young girl suddenly felt a rectal climax blast through her, shaking her whole body, causing her to tremble.
"HHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Pete Ross screamed as his sperm covered every indentation inside Edie's ass.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Edie responded, feeling the blazing sperm flood her rectum.
Wilted, tired, the small girl, because of the intensity of the two orgasms, could no longer stay mounted. Her uncle's hard cock was already shriveling and shrinking in her asshole, and soon it fell out with a "plop." And then Edie toppled to the side, feeling the thick, hard cock of Joe slide from her vagina.
Peggy, still sitting on her husband's face, feeling his voracious tongue massaging her clitoris, stared at the purple head of his exposed cock, and slowly leaned forward. She could smell the hot wet secretions of Edie's cunt covering it, and it made her all the hungrier to taste the throbbing prick. It had been such a long time since she and her husband had indulged in anything like this.
Peggy's tongue circled the purple cap of Joe's phallus, licking the oiliness of Edie's cunt from it. She lapped the purple point until it shone like a waxed floor. Her tongue then began licking up and down the shuddering length.
At the same time, she could feel her husband's tongue slurping through her heated inner swamp, causing more dripping feminine sauce to come splashing out into his face. Her thighs squeezed all the more tightly around his face.
Joe lanced his tongue deeper and deeper, enjoying the taste of his wife, ramming his tongue into her heated center, twirling it around and around, lapping, slurping, drinking her juices, happy there was no end to the flow coming from her.
The man felt his cock surrounded by the warmly wet cavern of Peggy's mouth, and it made him shiver and shudder all the more. He rammed his cock straight up, pushing the head right into the back of her throat, thrilling to the feel of it. God! Why the hell had he ignored his wife's needs for so long? He felt like a bigger prick than the one he was ramming into his wife's sucking mouth.
Peggy could sense her own orgasm rising, and her thighs tightened all the more strongly around her husband's face. She crushed her loins together as the thrilling sensation came rising higher and higher in her, and she suddenly found herself totally out of control. She thrashed, bucked, and tired screaming, but with her husband's truncheon jammed into her esophagus, she suddenly realized she was unable to really let the world know she was coming.
"UUUUUMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!" was the best she could manage, her mouth still crammed with cock as she wildly gyrated on top of Joe.
Now Peggy could sense activity in the thick tube in the underside of her husband's cock. It pulsated against her upper lip, and she froze, waiting for the burning sauce to come spilling into her throat.
"HHHHHAAAAAYYYYY!" Joe Percone shouted, shooting his heavy flood of sticky jelly into the sucking throat of his wife's body. He fired again and again, feeling the fluid come expelling from him in heavy waves.
Peggy sucked and slurped, swallowing it all down, enjoying the taste of it even more than she had enjoyed the taste of Pete's cum. Pete was a great substitute for her husband when Joe wasn't giving her what she wanted, but as far as Peggy was concerned, her husband was still the best around, at least as far as she was concerned.
The blonde woman drank and drank and drank, and when her husband's cock had wilted, she licked his penis and balls clean. Then, and only then, did she raise her head.
Rolling off her husband, she sat on the floor next to him as Joe sat up. The two of them were staring at Pete and Edie, both of whom had gotten dressed while the husband and wife were in the throes of ecstasy.
"Wow!" was all Peggy could say, moving until her back was against a wall.
"I owe you two a lot," Joe nodded. "You taught me a lesson I'll never forget."
"See," Pete said to his niece. "We're always doing some good for someone." Then to Joe, he said, "This is one plumbing visit I won't charge you for, but if I have to come again, I'm going to charge double."
Edie giggled, and with an arm around her uncle's back, walked to the front door with him, and out.
"Hey," she said to him. "How about doing a good deed for me. I'm fully recovered from our exercises inside, and I could use a good hosing in my pussy."
"You know," Pete said, as they got into the truck. "Although I'm sorry your father died, honey, I'm sure happy you came to stay with me."
"I'm happy, too," she smiled. "But if and when I find a guy I like a lot, don't get angry if I give him what I've been giving you."
"My just punishment for having neglected you," Pete Ross laughed as he started up the truck. "I promise, it'll never happen again."
