Cathy Harper eased herself slowly into the bathtub, enjoying the tingling sensation the fragrant bath oils and soapy water gave her body as its wet tongues licked up and around her. It was a sensuous delight, she told herself, forgetting momentarily that she was growing angry at the prospect of having her nephew and niece spend the next few weeks with her. But then, that was the reason she was taking a bath so early in the afternoon, she admitted with a sigh. She couldn't let the kids know how she really felt when they arrived on the afternoon bus. Deep down, she knew she really wanted to see the kids again, but was just angry with the way her sister practically forced them on her and her husband.
The bath oils gave her smooth skin a satiny feeling as her hands slid tantalizingly over her breasts and down her stomach. But, her idea to use the bath as an excuse for more erotic pleasures wasn't working this time. All she could think about was how her sister had called the night before and as much as said the kids were on their way. The fact that she hadn't seen the kids since she and Allen moved to Lake George, New York, over ten years ago, made her feel as though she was going to be entertaining the small children she remembered, forgetting that Valerie was seventeen now, and Peter was sixteen. And since it was mid-summer, the height of the tourist season, she didn't see how she could take the time to show them the children's attractions in the area, when there was so much to do at the group of housekeeping cottages she and Allen owned.
"Aunt Cathy," she said the words softly. It made her feel older than her thirty-two years and she was getting more depressed by the minute. It won't bother Allen, she told herself. He'll make a big fuss over Valerie, the way he does with all the young girls that stay here. And pat her on the bottom at every opportunity too.
Cathy slid farther down into the bath water, until she was immersed up to the neck, and let her thoughts linger on the word "uncle" for a moment. Her hands were busy again, massaging her breasts and traveling down her stomach to fan a spark that was suddenly building between her legs. The way her husband acted with young girls from the cottages reminded her of her own Uncle Arthur. He was always patting her behind too. And she recalled how flushed and cute his balding head seemed to get when she would stand before him and let him slip his hands up her dress to fondle the balls of white meat in her panties. She could feel his finger now, slowly exploring the crack separating the two globes of flesh as he timidly sought the hidden orifice there. Her own finger gave it the necessary realism to recreate the sensations now. She loved the excitement in his face as he tried to do it without getting caught by Aunt Elsie, and tried to pretend he was just playing an innocent game with her. He never knew she enjoyed his probing finger as much as he enjoyed doing it, she thought, wondering what might have happened if she had told him. Couldn't he tell, by the way she just stood beside his chair and let him explore to his heart's content, that she loved it? she wondered. Then she recalled the time she got so excited she tried to impale herself on the chubby digit, when he took so long getting it in.
But Uncle Alex, unlike Arthur, wasn't timid, she told herself with pangs of delight. In that moment, the bath and her toying fingers promised to fulfill her desires, as she remembered Uncle Alex and a bath she was taking when she was about sixteen years old. She too was spending a few weeks of her vacation with her aunt and uncle at their summer house and was taking a bath at the time, she recalled vividly....
Her endless itch had known all along that this bath was only an excuse to get naked and do something about the craving desire between her legs. The aching emptiness had dominated her thoughts all day and she responded now with panting urgency. But she was in no hurry to quench the fire now, not with the pleasant sensation her quivering nipples caused when her fingers brushed over and around them. Her body screamed with delight when one hand finally slid down her flat stomach and reached the entrance of her pussy, tantalizing it with a playful finger. She teased it with slight invasions, then snaked a slender finger all the way up the drooling tunnel.
Cathy had no idea her Uncle Alex was at the door, peeking through the slight opening and watching her playful acts that weren't meant for others to see. She had known all along that her uncle had been eyeing her with lustful glances, but had resigned herself to the fact that he would look at her with longing, but never make a move to satisfy either of them, just like Uncle Arthur and the other male members of the family. They wanted her, she knew, but never did anything about it. Then suddenly the door opened wider and Uncle Alex poked his head in and grinned at her.
Cathy flushed at the thought of being caught with her finger in the honey-jar, but at the same time was relieved to see who it was. She returned his grin with a coy blush that was more of an invitation.
"Horny, kid?" Uncle Alex said, smiling as he walked in and closed the door.
"If you only knew," she sighed.
"I know ... believe me, I know," he panted, dropping his pants and pulling off his shirt. He was panting even harder as he stepped into the tub and lowered his body over hers.
"Yeh, I see what you mean," she cooed as his stiff hose passed before her eyes on the way to the fire.
Cathy pulled herself back until her head rested on the rim of the tub and spread her legs up and out. She grasped his pulsing organ firmly and guided it to her vaginal lips. The water swirled around their bodies, and he tightened his slippery hold on her buttocks. Uncle Alex shuddered, pausing for a long minute while the water and her moving body caressed and excited him. His face was wet with sweat and bath water, but he hesitated long enough to devour the squirming body with his eyes. Then he began his gyrations; pushing, thrusting, rotating until Cathy heaved a big sigh and her brown eyes flashed wildly. She dug her fingers into his back and clamped him, underwater, inside her. They both groaned in their heaves and a wave of water splashed over the side of the tub as Uncle Alex slid in and out of her.
For Cathy, the moment was the highlight of her vacation and all previous vacations. What had promised to be just another boring two weeks in the country, turned into a daring, fun-filled adventure with her uncle. And she was determined to make him just as pleased with the frolic as she was. An easy chore, she noted, as he drove into her with animal-lust in his eyes.
"Mmmmm, isn't this great?" from Cathy, as he hovered over her. "Isn't it wild? Don't you wish you could screw underwater forever? Hmmmmmmm. So nice and warm...!"
Her arms came around slowly to enfold him as he plunged deeper and deeper into her submerged network, finding a smooth, warm obstacle, withdrawing from the underwater unseen, pushing, getting inside her, inside her all the way and delicately, tentatively, dancing upon her, still wondering absurdly about the water splashing over the sides, loss, need, urgency, as he felt the convulsions from below.
She knew she was driving him wild with her gyrations, and lifted her hard-nippled breasts up to press into the chest. The sudden increase in the tempo of his throbbing muscle, seated deep inside her, gave the first alarm that he was driving clear in the high, white, detailed sensations of an on-coming orgasm.
He poised out over her, and she spread her legs even wider under him and began to reciprocate with a slow unfolding of her juices into the warm water. She could hear him grunt and moan as he eased up and down, in and out, and she felt him shudder as her hands passed slowly over his shoulders, her body curling out in the tub and then unwinding slowly.
"Oh, isn't this good? Don't stop!" she murmured through sensuous, wet lips, her slippery body still squirming.
"Stop? Not on your life," he replied through clenched teeth. "I'm not stopping 'till I've eaten you all up."
"Mmmmmmm ... that sounds delicious, Uncle Alex," she whispered, adding emphasis to "delicious" by squirming faster and squeezing harder on his deep-seated prong.
She lifted her breasts high before him, and he dove to recover them in his mouth ... and then she felt him pick up the rhythm of the contours of her body again, feeling him move up all the way in her.
The moment was near when he would throw his load into her sucking tunnel. He held back with all his might, concentrating on stopping the on-coming explosion. His testicles were on fire and the warm water licked at them with little tongues of wetness. Everything was against his stopping now, but he squeezed his insides into a knot and waited, trying not to think about the mammary that just slipped out of his mouth and sent a bouncing nipple across his face. But he couldn't ignore the sobs and moans coming from Cathy as she worked her warm-water orgasm to its fullest.
"Take it, baby, take it...." he coaxed her on, gathering his own juices for the inevitable blast that was about to be triggered by her squirming body.
Cathy shook her head dreamily and smiled, feeling his hot lava enter her depths, warm and filling, thick and shooting.
But Cathy wasn't the least disappointed that his throbbing meat was filling her belly with creamy delight. This wasn't the end, she thought, only the beginning ... and her thoughts went racing ahead as his big spear was still diving and dipping in, sliding in, opening completely the wet downy tunnel of her, as she whimpered and crouched down low for him. She knew he'd save the best for last and watched his face for a tell-tale sign as he withdrew. And she caught a sign ... a cute smile as he ran his hands over her body and licked his lips. It meant the gnawing hunger was beginning to churn inside him. That eating hunger that could drive her mad!
She found herself breathless with anticipation. The words rung in her head, "I'm going to eat you all up!" For as long as she could remember, she had longed for the thrill of that experience. Every time an uncle or cousin looked at her with devouring eyes she had wanted to scream out, "Eat me ... eat me all up!" And now Uncle Alex was about to turn cannibal and put her out of her misery, she told herself with sudden panic and fright as her heart pounded furiously at the sight of his eyes sampling the meal he was about to eat. It had never occurred to her before, but now she realized he would have to smell her too and she thought she would faint at the thought of it.
Uncle Alex slid back on his haunches and pulled Cathy to a standing position before him. His eyes lapped up every inch of dripping softness, while his hands slid back over her hips and gripped the match globes of her firm buttocks, squeezing and pulling the balls apart. Then his eyes locked on the dripping triangle of hair just inches from his face, and Cathy's eyes became fixed on his mouth. The pause sent chills through her. She couldn't control herself any longer and pressed the wet mop of hair against his face, then rubbed it over his mouth, nose and chin, until he stopped her with a snaking tongue dive into her drooling honey jar. Hot flashes shot through her mind from the probing, licking, sucking tongue. But when the fire in her was reaching a peak, Uncle Arthur stopped and turned her around. She found herself kneeling and backing into his face, even more obsessed with the thought that he would smell that part of her too.
He spread the smooth cheeks before him and buried his nose in the deep crevice, slobbering the crack with playful, wet kisses, enjoying the taste of this sleek, slippery skin that never saw daylight. His eyes feasted on the roundness, firmness and elasticity of her hindquarters, marveled at the sexual desire her crack stirred in his groin.
"Where'd you ever get such a perfectly shaped ass?" he asked, admiring the overall view Cathy presented in this position.
"I don't know...." she groaned, seeing his upright member just below her, its head bobbing on the surface of the water. "Kiss my ass, Uncle Alex ... kiss it for me, please!"
There was no hesitation on Uncle Alex's part; he spread her cheeks wide, curled his tongue into a point and shot it into her buttonhole like a dark, snaking, twisting, driving it up and up the tight tunnel as far as he could go, running out of tongue but not tunnel.
"Ohhhhhh ... Uncle Alex...." she groaned, then dunked her head in the water and filled her mouth with his swollen meat. She sucked and gobbled the sweet-meat until her lungs screamed for air, then came up gasping, squeezing his tongue with the strong muscles of her rectum.
Uncle Alex withdrew his tongue and proceeded to nibble on the firm balls of flesh, licking the crevice to send chills up her spine, blowing on the button-hole, kissing, sucking and shooting his tongue into it. Meanwhile, Cathy kept dunking her head into the water and devouring his ballooning prong of hot meat. But it wasn't until Uncle Alex realized that all he had to do was hold her head down under the water, that he really got charged up over the sensations he was receiving in her mouth. And on Cathy's next dive he reached down and pressed his hand on the back of her head, stuffing her mouth and throat under the water so she couldn't breathe. It gave him wild thoughts of absolute power over her. Her life was now in his hands; not to mention the sensations in her mouth as she gagged, choked, and gasped for air. However, he let her go before she panicked and in so doing kept the fire alive in her drooling den of pleasure ... even building it up a little.
As Cathy came up gasping for air, she pinned his head against the wall of the tub by sitting on his face-nose buried in the crack while she caught her breath. The scare he had given her was a thrill now, but she didn't want a repeat performance, so she reached down and released the stopper from the tub. And while she waited for the water to run off she pressed the fleshy pillows against his face with all the strength she had, and wiggled, choking off his air supply and eating up the sensation his chin and nose played on her two holes. But she lost interest in that when the water dropped and she was staring into the eye of his lollipop. She swooped down on it, capturing it again and letting it move back and forth into the heat of her throat. Uncle Alex's tongue went directly to her panting vaginal-lips and slithered in to clean the walls of the dew forming there, as Cathy concentrated on getting that lump of ice cream through the straw. Her ravaging tongue wetly painted the length of his weapon, swooping it in, releasing it, capturing it again, her fingers tapping, tickling at at his anus, while a tongue of fire lashed inside her honey-jar.
The first taste of his oozing cream sent her into her second orgasm, sure now that she would have it all. Her head bobbed in vigorous cadence on his frenzied muscle, her throat getting the first spray of juice, then another and another, as she swallowed furiously, trying to keep up with the gushing geyser.
Uncle Alex spiralled his tongue into the warmth of her hot cunny, reached overhead and gripped her buttocks, pulling her down on his face as hard as he could. The best shot was always his second, he thought. It lasted longer, hurt longer, and drained him of all his sap; and the relief when it was over was exhausting-momentarily-then invigorating.
Both bodies squirmed and jerked until the last drop was squeezed from their orgasms. But Cathy continued to suck his meat, making sure she had it all. Then they separated, grinning and feeling silly inside.
As Cathy opened her eyes now, she realized the "drooling tongue" in her pussy lip was her own finger and it, along with the memory of that summer with Uncle Alex, had brought her to a gratifying climax. She was drained of all the anger and despair she had been harboring over her sister's call and was surprised now that she was looking forward to the kids' arrival.
After all, she told herself as the bath water drew the last of her juices from the finger-probing den of pleasure, they were Pam's kids, and Pam certainly played a major role in my sex-life. She was a big tease! She would drive the men to distraction with her teasing games, then slip away, leaving them all to me! And she remembered Uncle Alex confiding that he had taken just so much of Pam's teasing act before showing her his own act. And she wondered if Pam enjoyed it as much as she did.
She tried to imagine her older sister's surprise when Uncle Alex finally cornered her for the show-down. Pam was so aloof and self-centered, Cathy recalled, that Uncle Alex probably had to rape her. Mmmmm ... I wish I had been there to watch, she sighed. Knowing Uncle Alex, it would have been a good show!
It was just starting to get dark as Cathy waited at the bus stop in Lake George Village for her nephew and niece. It was strange, she thought, how little she saw of the town during the summer months, when it was alive with the hordes of tourists searching for ways to spend their money. Her eyes darted along the store front in search of some ideas herself for entertaining the kids. The many souvenir shops would be a good pastime for Valerie, she decided. Girls love to shop and she can spend a whole afternoon just looking at souvenirs. And Peter would probably like the shooting galleries, with all the latest in coin operated game machines.
"Aunt Cathy?" a soft voice broke her train of thought and she turned to look into the beautiful face of a young lady that again called her "aunt."
"Valerie?" Cathy gasped, unnerved by the sudden appearance of a young lady, when she was expecting a little girl. "I don't believe it ... you're so ... all grown up. Where's Peter? I didn't see the bus come in...." Then she caught herself and brought the nervous chatter under control and let the girl speak.
"Mother got the times mixed-up," Valerie said in her soft, sweet voice, that wasn't puton, but sounded like it originated in a velvet lined throat. "We've been here almost an hour. Peter is waiting in the park down the street with the suitcases."
Cathy fought off a twinge of jealousy as she gave the girl a hug and peck on the cheek. "Welcome to Lake George. ... You can't imagine what a shock I got seeing you all grown up."
As they started up the street toward the park, Cathy saw the men, young and old, eyeing her tall blonde niece with lust in their eyes. When Alien sees what I'm bringing home, he'll be tickled to death, she said under her breath. My little niece isn't so little! And poor Allen will come in his pants when he sees those gorgeous tits, all brazen and young and pointing up to the sky ... and just look at the cheeks of her ass, so round and fully packed, moving so sensuously on top of those long legs ... I could hate her ... if she wasn't so damn sweet. Hmmmmm ... I wonder just how much "innocence" is hidden behind those big innocent blue eyes.
They traded small talk as they walked and Cathy quickly discovered the real reason her sister had shipped the kids to her was to run off with some guy she was seeing. Then Cathy's attention was drawn to a tall, well-built boy that was smiling at her and not Valerie. Was it possible ... this handsome kid...???
"Peter, this is Aunt Cathy," Valerie was saying as Cathy stared.
On the trip back to the house, Cathy found herself chatting away like a teenage girl trying to impress a new boyfriend. " ... the cottages at Teepee Village keep us on the run during the tourist season....But you'll have a ball ... swimming in the pool, or the lake if you like; water skiing too, when Uncle Allen can take you out on the speedboat....but don't worry, hell find time....And you'll have the run of the place ... sunbathing, tennis, volleyball..
Cathy's mind was racing off in all directions as she drove along the winding road along the lake. Dare she even think about the things she could do with her young, handsome nephew? she asked herself. Would he tell? How could she manage it with finesse? Not only couldn't Allen find out, but she wouldn't want her sister to know either. Do boys tell their mothers things like that? And then there was Valerie ... Was she supposed to protect her niece from Allen? He'll go out of his mind with this sex-kitten walking around the house. But the girl looked as though she could take care of herself and Cathy dismissed that problem and went back to wondering about Peter. She was sure opportunities would present themselves in the next few days. And if not, she would create her own, she told herself.
When they got to the house Allen Harper reacted just the way Cathy knew he would when he saw Valerie. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. She noted also that sparks flew in both directions as Valerie eyed her tall, rugged-looking uncle. But the real proof came after dinner, when Valerie commented about how nice the big fireplace in the living room was. Allen immediately jumped to task of lighting it for her.
"That's one thing about Lake George," he said as the fire quickly grew to a roaring blaze, "no matter how hot it is during the day, it gets cool enough at night to enjoy a fire and heavy blankets on the bed. And I want you kids to enjoy yourself while you're here. If there's anything you want ... just ask."
And just this morning, Cathy was telling herself, he was ranting and raving about the nerve Pam had sticking him with her kids. But she was in too good a mood to spoil it with a sarcastic remark. Instead, she turned to Valerie and said with a laugh, "Just don't go into the woods with any of the guests. You know how men are ... they may have their wives and kids with them, but they wouldn't hesitate to seduce a pretty girl in the nearby woods."
"Are there any young people our age staying here?" Valerie asked.
"I'm afraid not," Allen answered the question. "Lake George is primarily a family resort About the only kids your age are the ones working in the restaurants and tourist attractions. Mostly college kids working for the summer."
Cathy got the impression this bit of news didn't bother either of them. She shrugged it off as shyness and concentrated on how she would manage to get around Peter's shyness to satisfy the itch between her legs, which his mere presence in the room seemed to stimulate. The challenge added to the thrill of it all, she told herself, and felt a warm flush of girl-flux dampen the crotch of her panties. She tried crossing her legs, as Allen went into the details of all the kids could look forward to during their stay, but the squeezing sensation only fanned the spark inside her panting nook and she wanted desperately to slip her hand down there to satisfy the itch. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, feeling like a school-girl again, all aflutter with pangs of delight, but forced to contain the tide of joy-juice building in her honey-jar. Then a quick glance at Peter caught him staring and he blushed, driving her wild with lust for his still untried, untested weapon. Aware now that he also found her desirable, but was too shy, too young, too inexperienced to do anything about his craving desires.
Bedtime came as a welcome relief from the pent-up anxiety of wanting to strike out and take what she wanted so desperately. But Cathy knew tonight's denial would only make that moment, when she had successfully accomplished the difficult task of maneuvering him into just the right set of circumstances, even more thrilling and satisfying. For the moment, she was satisfied to sit in bed and massage away the itch in her panting pleasure-cove, thinking about Peter and how he would react to his aunt's advances. She could see him all nervous and blushing, fighting to contain his own lust, while she tantalized him into submission.
When Allen entered the bedroom, she couldn't resist taunting him with a little sarcasm. "What got into you?" she asked with a smile. "All of a sudden my sister's brats are the most wonderful kids in the world."
"Hell, Cath, I thought they were much younger," he explained as he undressed. "Shit! I thought they'd be in the way. But then when I saw how grown-up they were ... well, it was a load off my mind. And they're nice kids, Cath. Polite, well-behaved ... shit! you don't see kids like that anymore."
Allen was naked now and reaching for his pajamas, and Cathy saw his male organ was hard and stiff, about two-thirds of a full erection. While she had Peter upper-most in her mind, the sight of Allen's penis was a tantalizing promise of what she had been longing for all night. But Allen seemed undecided as to whether he was going to use the weapon on her or not. He was approaching the bed, still holding his pajamas and obviously thinking about something else, she realized. But she knew the far-away look in his eyes as focused on Valerie, just as she was thinking about Peter as she eyed Allen's muscle. Then without warning he dropped his pajamas on the floor, climbed on the bed and she found his tumescent male organ a few inches from her face.
"What are you doing?" she gulped with surprise and alarm.
"I'm going to rape your mouth," he answered with a devilish grin, taking her head in his hands and pulling her forward toward his now threatening spear.
"That's what you think!" she shot back, trying to resist his determination to seat his prong in her mouth. "I need it between my legs, where it'll do the most good...."
"There too...." he said through clenched teeth, forcing her jaws open with his thumbs pressing into her cheeks. "But first I want it in your mouth."
She tried to say "no," but his strong hands had already opened her mouth and the head of his spear was pressing her tongue down. The male smell and salty taste of it made her mind all fuzzy and she couldn't tell if it was Allen or Peter now. The full thickness of it in her throat only reminded her how much she had hungered all night for the opportunity to possess such a throbbing piece of meat. But it wasn't Allen's phallus her tongue was swirling around now. In her mind she had her nephew's organ in her mouth and her tongue was painting his tool with saliva for that gratifying moment when he put it between her legs for his first experience in the Garden of Eden.
For Allen, the surprised look in Cathy's eyes, her objections and now the gurgling, animal-like sounds deep in her throat were just as he imagined Valerie would react to his advances. In his mind, his sweet, shy niece was an innocent virgin that he would arouse with his experienced, playful passes and then bring her to the boiling point, so the final seduction will have the girl thinking she had raped him. And the warm moistness of Cathy's mouth played havoc with the images flashing through his mind of Valerie.
"Mmmmm ... ahhhh...." Cathy breathed, as the heat and thickness of his throbbing muscle filled her mouth and she no longer thought of whether it was Peter or Allen. The only thoughts she had now were of the building flames licking throughout her body and bringing her to the peak of excitement. Using the giant spike as a pivot, she wiggled and squirmed around it until Allen was maneuvered into position over her panting furnace.
Allen's eyes focused on the forest of brown pubic hair that tantalized his senses and created the urge to see what was hidden in the bushes there. He reached down and spread her legs, eyeing the soft, moist, pink vaginal-lips that beckoned to be kissed. As his open mouth swooped down to cover the pouting mouth between her legs, Cathy gurgled a sigh of delight and his spear slipped deeper into her throat.
"Eat you alive, baby," he murmured into the velvet lined tunnel, and his words echoed throughout her body.
"Eat me! Eat me!" choked guttural sounds in her throat cried out, his swollen muscle driving deeper and throbbing faster in her sucking mouth. She reached up over his hips and sank her nails into the firm flesh of his buttocks, driving him down harder and deeper into her throat, as her tongue milked in cadence with the throbbing meat. His tongue was twisting and swirling around somewhere in her belly now and she was squeezing it with all her might, aware of the dual penetrations at both ends of her body, but too groggy and fuzzy minded to concentrate on anything but her building orgasm.
The frenzy of her twirling body, the butter of her thighs against his cheeks, her groans and whimpers, his member trapped by her hard-soft tongue, bathed by its warmth, forced her legs went higher and wider apart and he gulped at the thick flow of her. The well of desire rose like an ocean's waves pounding at some lonely shore, backing up inside her, crying out for release, demanding exit, burning inside her stomach, suffocating her inside her chest, tickling inside her throat. Her mouth sucked like a vacuum cleaner and the throb of his member beat a tense rhythm in her brain.
Then he withdrew it inch by slippery inch from her stubborn lips and swung around, and her behind became a twisting, taffy-rolling machine. He turned her over on her belly. Her bottom elevated to meet his probe. Her legs were apart and his knees were between them and then he gently leaned forward and jammed his rod into her oven from behind, using the cleft between her buttocks as a guide to Eden. "Ohhh yeahhh!" she screamed, her stomach full of it.
He plowed deep into her with tantalizing, tormenting slow strokes, a long way in ... a long way out.
Cathy was nearing an orgasm, her nipples twitching in the palms of his hands and her well-of-pleasure shrinking and expanding to satisfy her lust for the full length and thickness of his ramrod. She clenched his testicles in the crevice bewteen the fleshy mounds of her buttocks and felt his wiry, curly hairs there tickling at her anus. Then she reached her arms back and around him to pull him tighter into the trap.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming!" she warned.
"Yes, I know," he breathed in her ear.
Faster and faster he pumped. Slower and slower she twisted. A roaring jet flew through her brain. Flesh slid against flesh, palms massaged quivering, rock-hard nipples until sanity's wall cracked and crumbled ... down ... down, down, down, into a great cave of warm darkness, where thick liquids seeped out of the walls. Together their brains and bodies exploded in a glorious spasm ... and after spasm, orgasm.
They remained locked together for what seemed like hours, each savoring the last drop of squeezed out joy-juice. And Cathy remained with her cheek resting on the bed and her bottom high in the air after Allen's spear melted down to a limp noodle and slid involuntarily from her still clutching vagina. A faint smile curled the corners of her mouth as she pictured the thrill and excitement her nephew would experience during his first encounter with the joy of being engulfed by her soft flesh. The thrill of being his first was the inspiration that made her want him most of all. She would have that rare opportunity, she told herself, of seeing him cringe with fear, torn by desire and made helpless by his inherent lust. And she alone would decide the limits of suffering these emotions would give him. His fear, at the moment, was the one she fancied most.
CHAPTER TWO
Her nephew and niece had been staying with them for almost a week, and Cathy was going out of her mind. There had been several good opportunities during the week for her to get Peter alone and begin her eager task of teaching him the secrets of life she was storing up for him. But each time she tried to get started on the subject, she either lost him with her approach, or something happened to interrupt them.
In the kitchen one morning, when Allen and Valerie were up at the pool vacuuming it before the guests were out, she began asking Peter about his girlfriends. A sure-fire way to get him involved, Cathy had told herself after several failures. But his shy, timid responses were a test of her patience. After getting him to admit that he had "some" girlfriends, followed by a poor dialogue of where he took them on dates, Cathy sat beside him at the kitchen table, her right knee gently pressed against the side of his left leg and asked, "What do you do on your dates?"
"The usual stuff," he mumbled. "You know."
"That's the problem," she sighed, her knee pressing tighter against his leg, with a slight massaging motion. "The things kids did when I was your age seem to be altogether different today. That's why I'm so interested in what it would be like to be sixteen again ... I mean, do you kids really get into sex at an early age?"
"Probably the same as when you were a kid," he answered, his eyes avoiding hers. "But the kids now are just more open about it."
"I hear the girls are more aggressive than they use to be," Cathy said, her entire body alert and all senses tuned in for a sign from him. Some signal to tell her to proceed, or stop. While she desperately want to continue, she didn't want to alarm him or scare him into an embarrassing scene either.
"Some girls tease a lot," he offered. "They like to see if they can get a guy all excited ... then they cut him off when he tries to make something of it."
She could feel him loosening up a little now. "I can tell by the tone of your voice boys still hate a tease," she said with a laugh, her right hand coming; down on his leg, just above the knee and she could feel the warmth of it through his tight jeans. "What do the girls do?"
"Mostly press themselves against the guy," he mumbled, his eyes now avoiding her hand as well as her eyes.
"Like pressing their boobs against your arm?" she whispered.
"Yeah ... and other things too...."
Cathy saw the object of his embarrassment bulge larger in his crotch now. It occurred to her that he couldn't bring himself to tell her what the girls did, but was turned-on by hearing her say it. "I guess the girls haven't change much," she sighed. "They still drive the guys up the wall with their young boobs and rubbing their little behinds against a guys hand ... teasing the daylights out of him."
"Yeah. But the minute the guy tries to touch back ... they get pissed-off," he managed to say as his breath started to get heavy.
"I remember a girl in school that use to run her fingers up a guys leg ... like this ... and really drive them wild," she said, her finger sliding up the top of his leg, stopping just below the bulge in his pants, then moving back down to his knee. "Does that turn you on?"
"I guess," he lied, trying to retain a sophisticated air. The pain in his hardening penis was almost unbearable as his tight pants prevented it from uncurling to its natural straight-out position. His mind fumbled for an excuse to get up for a minute so he could spring the flexing muscle to an upright position. It would be less noticeable too, he told himself, if the shaft followed the contour of his zipper. At the same time, he didn't want to do anything to cause her to stop what she was doing. So he remained motionless, agonized by the growing pain in his groin, holding his breath and hoping she wouldn't notice that anything was wrong.
"It use to drive the boys crazy," Cathy said, this time running her finger up the inside of his leg and stopping just as it touched the cramped muscle. But she withdrew it quickly. "I always wondered what the boys were thinking when she did it. I mean, did they want her to stop or continue?"
"That's the problem," he gulped. "Just when it starts to get a guy interested ... they stop."
"But how does a girl know when to continue and when to stop?" she asked in a low whisper.
"I guess it's ... up to ... the girl...." he stammered, this time watching her index finger slither up his leg and circle the painfully cramped muscle in his shorts, then retreat again.
"Suppose a girl was doing it to you, would you want her to stop or continue?"
"Whatever ... she felt like...." he gulped, his eyes getting wider as her finger began another trip up his leg.
Suddenly there was a noise on the front porch and Cathy realized Allen and Valerie were returning. She wanted to scream out and tell them to come back later. She was trembling with anticipation at the proximity of her hand to the swollen gland she wanted to possess, and frustrated by the interruption. But she reluctantly got up and went to the sink to wash the breakfast dishes, so they wouldn't be caught together.
"We're finished up at the cabins," Allen said as he poked his head in the door. "Thought we might take a boat ride on the lake, since there's nothing else to do."
"Isn't the water too choppy?" she asked without turning to face him.
"Maybe for water skiing, but not just for a run along the shore," Allen answered, and said to Peter, "Want to come with us?"
Cathy knew he was going to ask that question and gritted her teeth as she waited for the boy's reply.
"I don't think so," he said apologetically. "Thanks anyway, but I thought I'd get some sun up in the solarium."
Cathy heaved a sigh of relief at that and felt a flush of girl-flux ooze into the crotch of her panties. His answer, at that moment, was as gratifying as an orgasm.
Allen entered the kitchen then and Cathy turned to see why he was hesitating. He looked almost embarrassed as he said, "I thought we'd have lunch along the way ... sorta give you a break."
"I don't mind," she reassured him. "Take Val to that new restaurant down near the village."
"Maybe you'd rather go and I'll stay here to look after things," he offered, obviously feeling pangs of guilt about being alone with Valerie for so long.
"I'd rather wait for a day when the water isn't so choppy. And there's really nothing to do here but wait to see if anyone comes in for a cabin. So I'll probably sun myself too. You take Val and have a good time."
She knew Allen wasn't making any headway in his conquest of Valerie, by the extra activity he was displaying in bed at night. The kid was driving him berserk, she told herself, and he couldn't do anything about it. But at the moment she was more interested in her own needs, she decided, putting them out of her mind the minute they left the house. She had to plan quickly. The itch between her legs was stimulated more by the fact that there would be ample time to overcome the snail's pace of her game with Peter.
The solarium was on the second floor, just off the master bedroom, and designed for sunbathing in the nude, where unwanted eyes couldn't see in. She was hot and tingling with anticipation as she thought of the possibilities there. And just as she entered the bedroom, to change into a sunsuit, she struck on a bold new idea. When in doubt, she heard herself say, attack!
While Peter was in his room changing, she set the bedroom door at an angle that he couldn't help seeing in when he passed. Then, she quickly slipped out of everything but her panties and took a position directly in line with the open door, with her back to it and waited until she heard him in the hall.
At that moment, just as he was passing, she bent to pick-up the sunsuit, giving him a full view of her behind, veiled only by the flimsy material of her white panties. Throughout her body, warm and delicious anticipation was mounting.
She ran her fingers up under the panties, slipping them just inside the leghole to snap the flimsy nylon better over her full, womanly crotch. She drew the panties up tighter and smoothed her hand over the cloth, drum-tight over the bulging mounds of her inviting derriere.
She knew Peter was looking at her, and it took an effort on her part not to look back through the opening in the door. Mustn't hurry things. He was there, gaping at her through the opening as she carelessly exposed herself.
He was hot and this would show in his face, in the adolescent discomfort that he was feeling in his loins. If she looked up now, she would full, lovely bulge in his cutoffs perhaps not as large as Allen's, but a bulge that was infinitely more exciting to her.
There was no question that he would be hot. Any sixteen-year-old boy would be aroused by the forbidden sight of a mature, fully developed woman such as she, exposing herself to him so very accidentally. But whatever his arousal was, it couldn't match hers, because she knew what was to come afterwards. For she had every little detail etched in her mind from previous occasions.
She turned slightly, still looking down at herself, to give him a view of her fully exposed, firm, conicle shaped breast. Then slipping the halter over her head, her hand lifted the exposed breast and after fondling it slightly, tucked it into place.
There was a sudden urge to strip herself nude, then and there, to expose herself to the boy outside her door. But that would certainly put an end to the teasing game she was starting to treasure as much as the act itself.
As her thumbs slipped into the elastic band at the top of her panties, promising him an even greater view of her lushly curved female buttocks, she turned slowly toward him. His eyes had time to catch a glimpse of the crevice separating the twin globes of white meat and he was mesmerized by the sight of it. And, he was overly anxious to see all she had to offer now. Suddenly Cathy froze, looking at him with anger as she pulled up her panties and quickly covered herself with the bottom half of the sunsuit.
"Peter!" her voice rang out icy-cold.
His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open in his gawking. He was unable to answer, shocked by the sudden realization that he had been caught watching. The bulge in his fashionably threadbare cutoffs couldn't be missed now and it thoroughly excited her. He looked as if he were going to burst, to shoot his wad then and there, and still he looked fearfully anxious as she glared at him.
For a moment, her heart almost went out to him in his consternation. But she didn't relax her features one iota. Instead she glowered more fiercely at him and raised her hand to beckon him into the room.
"A peeping Tom," Cathy said. "How disgusting. That may be acceptable down in the city, but it's not acceptable here."
Peter's voice was strained, delighting her even more, when he said, "I didn't mean to look. I ... I couldn't help it."
"You didn't mean to look! Oh, come now. It's bad enough that you're a peeper. Let's not begin lying on top of it."
"I really didn't mean to look. Honest. I didn't."
Cathy came a step closer, her hands on her hips, eyes afire as she said, "But the fact remains you did look, didn't you, Peter? You stood there and stared at me. You should be ashamed."
"Please, Aunt Cathy, I'm sorry ... I just couldn't help it."
"You could have turned away. That's what a decent person would have done. How would you like it if a woman looked in your room while you were putting on your shorts? Imagine how you would feel to look up and see someone staring at you through an open door. Would you like that? Answer me, Peter. Would you like that?"
The boy was terribly nervous and she thought she detected traces of sobbing in his voice as he said, "No ... I guess I wouldn't like it ... I'm sorry, Aunt Cathy ... It'll never happen again. I promise."
She eyed him coolly as his pleading eyes came to hers. In that moment of silence she was torn by the decision to continue the present tactics or switch to a more passive role. She decided to continue the act a little longer and said, "You should really be punished for this intrusion on someone's privacy, Peter. If your mother were here, I'm sure she'd punish you for...."
"Oh, please Aunt Cathy, don't tell my mother. Please."
Cathy hesitated long enough to slip into her shorts, then eyed him coolly again, as though giving it some thought. "Well ... I don't want to make any hasty decisions. I think you should be taught a lesson, so you won't be tempted to do it again. Perhaps getting into a lot of trouble if the next person isn't an aunt who loves you very much."
"I promise. I'll never do it again ... ever."
"Let's go into the solarium and think it over," she said, turning him with a hand on the shoulder and walking behind him, out of the bedroom and into the bright sunlight of the solarium. "Just suppose you caught Uncle Allen spying on Valerie, while she was getting dressed," Cathy offered as an example when they reached the deck chairs. "How would you like that?"
"I ... guess I wouldn't like it," he mumbled.
"You probably would lose respect for him," she said in a calm voice now. "But I'm sure he learned to resist that temptation when he was your age and got caught peeking at a girl too. Just like you. So let's handle this whole matter in an adult way. Perhaps I should talk it over with Uncle Allen ... or Valerie ... but somehow I don't feel we should let them know about this."
"Please don't tell anyone," he pleaded, totally embarrassed and wishing he was dead.
"The only other thing I can think of is to put you in my place, Peter. You should know the indignity of having someone else look at you while you undress." His eyes widened in disbelief, and she nodded, adding, "That's right. I think it's only fair that you take off your clothes, while I watch."
"Oh, no. Please. I couldn't do that."
Cathy shrugged. "Very well. But it seems to me that it would be a fair exchange and teach you a lesson at the same time. However, I'm sure Uncle Allen will know how to handle this whole thing, and I'll wash my hands of it."
"Okay ... okay. I'll take my medicine ... Just don't tell anyone," he said, swallowing hard to show how painful it was to him.
Cathy turned and went over to a chaise lounge in the corner of the room and stared out the glass windows into the woods behind the house. She was almost visibly trembling from the aroused sexual desires her victory over him had stirred between her legs. "You make me feel as though I'm being bitchy," she said, without looking in his direction. "AH I wanted to do is be fair about this whole thing, but now I don't know what's right."
"It's all my fault," Peter said, coming to stand before her. "Mom wouldn't have been as lenient ... so I'll do it ... and it'll be over ... An eye for an eye...."
Cathy faced him squarely and watched him fumble with the buttons on his cutoff jeans. He was blushing brightly as he let them slip to the floor, revealing his shorts. This stripping was sweet torment to her already hot loins, but she controlled her expression as he stood before her in his white shorts, his chin resting on his chest and his eyes on the floor. "Everything, Peter," she whispered. "Don't make me do that ... I couldn't ... I didn't see you that way."
"All I had on was a pair of flimsy panties you could see through and I'll bet you ogled my bare tits real good. But you might just as well have left your shorts on ... I could see just as much with them on."
The pain and humiliation on his face was enough to give her pangs of an on-coming orgasm, as he slowly lowered his underwear. He was no longer aroused sexually, she noted, amused at his pure and unspoiled innocence. Just the way she wanted him-young, fresh and exciting, standing before her humbly, trying to protect what he could of his modesty with both hands in front of him. "Well, how do you like it?" she asked softly.
"How does it feel to have someone staring at you?"
"Makes me ... feel embarrassed, I guess."
"And how did you feel when you were looking at me before?"
"I don't know ... kinda nervous. You know ... excited."
"Hmmmm," she sighed, reaching out a hand and turning him at the hip. "Maybe I should see your ass ... bend over ... I want to see if it excites me."
"Please don't," he mumbled as her slender fingers slid over his smooth buttocks.
"Come sit on the couch with me, Peter," she said, indicating the spot clearly with her other hand. "I want to talk this thing over with you. And don't be afraid anymore. You've been punished more than enough already. I won't tell anyone."
He allowed himself to be coaxed to the spot alongside her on the lounge, his bare leg pressed against hers. Her right arm reached behind and her hand rested on his right shoulder. Her other hand coming down to rest on his tightly clutched hands in his lap. Then she slid her hand down his leg, causing him to shudder.
"Did it excite you here?" she whispered, sliding her hand back up his leg, but under his hands this time.
He nodded, unable to speak, mouth all dry and tongue very thick. Her fingers tapped his inner thigh, barely an inch from his penis.
"Let me see, Peter," she cooed, trying to pull his clasped hands apart. "Come on now, Peter. Don't be that way," she said, and his hands slowly, reluctantly parted, allowing his stiff, head-puffing male muscle to spring upright. "That's better. Now you can forget about it and stop squirming to hide it. It's a lovely, man-sized ... cock!"
"I guess I'm just nervous," he whimpered.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you nervous," she cooed, her hand closing around his hot stiff meat. "Did I shock you when I called it a 'cock'?"
"Oh no! It's just ... being all ... you know ... exposed."
"I guess you do feel more comfortable with your girlfriend," she said, pretending to pout and easing her grip on his throbbing shaft, as though she was going to release it.
"No!" he blurted out. "It's not that! I mean ... well, I don't really have a steady girl."
"Well then, that explains why you were peeking at me through the open door." Her hand fondled his penis affectionately, giving it a slow stroking motion from the base to the tip. "If you had a girl of your own you wouldn't have to get your fun from a distance. A boy your age can get awfully horny and terribly frustrated without a girl."
"You know it! Sometimes I think I'm going out of my mind," he said, for the first time accepting Cathy as someone he could trust and talk to. "And you're the first person who understands what it's like."
"You poor boy. If I had only known ... I wouldn't have been such a bitch before. You must have been going through hell . ... "
"It was all my fault, Aunt Cathy," he cut her off so she wouldn't blame herself.
"Then let's just say we both made a mistake," she countered quickly, anxious now to get on with her game. "You see, I started stroking your cock to tease you. To get even. Remember how we said cock-teasing was terrible? Well, here I am teasing you, making matters worse and you're such a doll, you didn't even complain. But I know you must be really frustrated by now. So I'll make it up to you and we'll pretend I'm your girl for the afternoon and you can just unload your frustrations all at once. Is it a deal?"
"You mean...? Man!....YEAH! Anything you say!"
The mushroom head of his spear ballooned bigger and throbbed faster at that. She worked it now with only a thumb and forefinger, giving the shaft long, slow, light strokes, from the base to the head. Her fingers instantly reported to the panting tunnel between her legs and she could almost feel it slipping into her with every stroke.
"Feel nice," she breathed.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh," he moaned, closing his eyes to savor the delightful sensations her gentle strokes rendered to the ultra-sensitive rod, which seemed to be connected directly to his brain, where the messages rang out like giant bells sounding the alarm of an approaching explosion.
Juices were flowing every which way inside her too, spurred on by the sight and touch of his virgin, unspoiled, unplayed organ. But she knew that young boys can not contain the explosions in their sensitive cannons and she had to take charge before he fired his volley into the air.
"To begin with," she murmured, "why don't you kiss me."
Obediently he moved closer, pressing his lips to hers and allowing his one hand to touch her bare legs, as the other wrapped around her waist. He could feel the shape of her firm, full breast pressing into his bare chest, taking his breath away as he remembered the sight of it before she put on the halter.
Cathy parted her lips, expecting Peter to do so too, but discovered her nephew hadn't learned even that much. The thought brought her to the peak of excitement and she wished she had stripped before starting. She reached down quickly and brought his fisted hand up between her legs to the damp crotch of her sunsuit, clamped it there securely with her legs, then eased her tongue out to touch his innocent lips. The floodgates to her orgasm broke open as she plunged her tongue deep into the warmth of his mouth, searched for his tongue and wrestled it for possession of the cavity. She wiggled and squirmed to butter his fist with the flood of juices from her orgasm.
"Mmmmmm...." she moaned as their lips separated and Peter gulped for air. He was breathless and panting, his eyes wide and staring. She asked, "Is anything wrong?"
"No!" he shot back in a high voice. Then recovering added, "It took my breath away ... but ... I like it..?
"Mmmmm ... me too. Next time you French me ... girls love being French kissed," she purred. "In the ear. In the mouth ... On the neck ... all over!"
Peter was finding new confidence now and pulled her back to give her a long, hard, tongue-snaking, mouth-filling kiss that took her breath away. She lost his fist from between her legs and soon found the same hand slipping into the leg of her shorts, fumbling to get into her panties and feel the fleshy mounds of her buttocks. It seemed foolish, she thought, that he would struggle to feel her back there, when she was all open in front and longing for his touches on her drenched vulva. His kiss was clumsy and ended abruptly, but she adored him just the same when he covered her ear with his mouth and wiggled the tip of his tongue into it. It proved he was listening and wanted to please her, she told herself.
"Oh, Peter, you're driving me wild," she said softly, a chill of delight sending gooseflesh over her body and her voice sounding so strange with his tongue in her ear. It didn't matter that he was awkward and fumbling, she thought. Everything he did was new and fresh to him; that delighted her more than anyone with experience.
"I love you," he whispered into her saliva drenched ear. He was so excited by the ease in which she yielded to him, that he didn't know what to do next. His hands were quivering to feel her entire body, but the one on her buttocks couldn't get to the crack he sought, and the other hand was helplessly positioned on the small of her back.
"Here, let me take off my halter so you can kiss my tits," she said moving away to slip off the top. "Girls love to have their tits kissed. And massaged too. And ... and sucked ... ohhh how they loved to have their tits sucked...."
His eyes popped wide as the fleshy melons popped out just inches from his face. Then he jerked his hand out of her shorts so she had room to pull the halter over her head.
"See how the nipples are all hard and pointy?" she sighed, lowering her head and shoulders back on the lounge. "Your kisses did that, Peter, It means you're getting me all hot and bothered ... just like you."
He reached out his hands, arms stiff and gently fondled the soft white orbs, tweaking the nipples with his fingers. His eyes told her how fascinated he was with this new present she had given him. And for a moment he seemed to be in a daze as he stared with disbelief that his very own hands were filled with the white breast meat he had longed for for so long. Then he opened his mouth, still at arms length away, and slowly lowered his head to the waiting melons, not closing his eyes until he was too close to see anymore.
Cathy couldn't believe how intoxicating it was to guide him through every step like this. She could feel his body reacting to her as she easily turned him to her will. And she knew he would never forget this day. The thought made her body want all of him, quickly, immediately, but she forced herself to contain the urgency and get the most from this exciting episode as she could.
His mouth sucked the ache from her breasts with feverish delight. First sucking one side, while his hand squeezed the other, then snapping his head to the other side, then back. Per haps too feverish, she thought, remembering his throbbing spear and how puffed-up the head had been before. She was afraid his passion for her breasts would trigger the climax she was saving for last.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet Peter," she said, lifting his face with her hands and staring into his eyes. "You make me feel as though I am your girl...."
"You are! You are!" he cried back.
"Easy, Peter. Slow down. You're driving yourself to the brink of a climax," she said softly, trying to calm him down. "And you know what it means if you come too soon you won't have any left for me. So relax and slow yourself down."
"I can't help it ... I don't think I can hold it much longer. Please help me ... do something to stop it!"
"Get up! Quickly!" she ordered, hoping the sound of her voice would startled him enough to contain the explosion. He jumped to his feet and stood before her, his eyes closed tight as he fought off the premature ejaculation. But her experienced eyes told her at a glance that he wouldn't last through the ordeal of delights the penetration would give him.
"There now, relax," she said softly.
"It's no use ... if I open my eyes I'll come all over the place ... I know I will...."
"You know, I forgot how delicious that apple-on-a-stick looked," she said, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of it and squeezing tightly, trying to shut off the hose before the juices erupted.
"Unnnnnggggghhhhh ..he groaned. "You shouldn't ... have touched it...."
"Mmmmm ... but it looks so delicious, I couldn't help myself," she answered, slipping off the lounge to a kneeling position before him. The eye of the serpent blinked at her, a teardrop oozing from it now. Her puckered lips sipped the tear away, but another quickly replaced it. "Mmmmm ... I've wanted to kiss it from the very first minute I saw it."
Peter opened his eyes, not believing his ears. When he saw the gentle sipping of her pouty red lips on the tip of his penis, his legs went weak. The dizzy feeling in his head multiplied and it was an impossible task to get air into his lungs. Somehow, he had forgotten how to inhale, he told himself with still more panic flushing through his overtaxed brain.
Cathy lifted her eyes to meet his as her mouth paused at the ballooning head of his throbbing meat. She saw the fear in his face and it excited her even more. "There are many, many ways to please a girl, Peter. French kisses, playing with her tits, and filling her mouth with a delicious, big cock."
Her lips parted and she watched the excitement in his face as she hand-fed his shaft into the warmth and moistness of her mouth. Then she closed her eyes and forced the rubbery knob down her throat, feeling the sweltering heat in her own crotch, the wetness seeping through her nylon panties to dampen the crotch of her sunsuit. He trembled as her tongue swirled over the satin smooth plum, polishing it, loving it. Her suck-hollowed cheeks pulled more of the throbbing meat into her throat and she mewled with lust. She slid one hand around his leg to prod and tickle his anus, while the other gently cupped and lifted his straining, tight testicles.
"I'm coming!" he cried out a warning, but the first spray of his sperm was already gushing into her throat and he could only groan and moan through clenched teeth after that.
Cathy moaned and groaned as loudly as he did, holding him tighter still to get all she could. She swallowed as fast as she could, then sucked the last ball of ice-cream through the straw and enjoyed the very last drop.
"I'm sorry," he whined. "I'm sorry...."
She lifted her head slowly, letting his glistening meat slip from her tightly squeezing lips and looked into his tear filled eyes. "Mmmmm...." she said, licking her lips, "You don't have to be sorry, Peter. I loved it...." ' "But I ruined everything ... I didn't wait to give it to you ... like you wanted." Then he turned and ran from the room.
"Peter!" she called after him. "Peter...." But she was too weak herself to run after him. The sopping wet crotch of her sunsuit testified to the excitement and thrills she experienced with the innocent boy. And now she knew with certainty that she would have many more, she told herself. Since the best was still to come.
CHAPTER THREE
In the days that followed, Peter avoided Cathy as much as possible. The only time she saw him was when they were eating, or during the hour or two the four of them spent together in the living room each night before going to bed. And he would make a point of avoiding her eyes during these occasions, which Cathy worried the others would notice.
While the experience in the solarium may have been traumatic for Peter, Cathy thought, she found his reaction to it even more stimulating. She understood his feelings of inadequacy and embarrassment, but knew she would have him now. There was no doubt in her mind about that. Once he got over his self-pity, his lust for her would return, stronger and bolder than before. Then he would start looking for opportunities to resume his education, she told herself. And she would manipulate him to her own desires now, using his inferiority complex to her own advantage.
The waiting game proved to be an even more interesting period, as Peter tagged along with Allen and Valerie now. Cathy could see Allen's apparent annoyance at the boy's constant presence. If Allen was having difficulty making any headway with Valerie before, having Peter there all the time didn't-make matters any better.
It was strange, Cathy thought, how she and Allen were so elated that first night when these two beautiful kids arrived at their home. Then for some unknown reason, she and Allen found them to be a greater challenge than they expected. She could understand Peter's problem, as he entered the first stage of manhood, totally uncertain of each step he took. But she couldn't figure out what was going wrong with Allen's plans to seduce Valerie. The girl was certainly attracted to him, which was evident the very first night they arrived. And Allen was certainly capable of the task, which Cathy suspected he managed more than once or twice a year with the young guests that stayed at their cabins. But she couldn't understand why he was having trouble now, when everything seemed to be in his favor: the uncle-niece relationship; being alone with the girl for long periods of time; and a wife that wasn't always suspicious and prying.
Cathy was pleased with her relationship with Allen. It was a mutual trust they had for one another, but the kind of trust that wouldn't be shattered if either one slipped now and then. Just as long as it was done discreetly and not intended to hurt the other. The idea that Allen might have dipped into someone else's cookie jar gave Cathy an even greater feeling of importance when she told herself he always came back to her with a little more eagerness and attentiveness.
As Cathy reflected on the episode with Peter and his reaction to it, she was particularly happy that it happened on a Thursday. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were the busiest days at the resort. The cabins had to be cleaned, vacuumed, bathrooms sanitized, linen changed, guests leaving, new arrivals, with little time left for worrying about what she had done wrong, or trying to solve the problem by comforting the boy too soon. And since the kids helped with the chores, it was better for Peter too, she told herself. He didn't have to make excuses to avoid being with her, for one thing, and his mind was occupied enough to keep him from dwelling on his self-pity.
In the meantime, Cathy found herself paying more attention to Valerie. She had been feeling a little guilty about not spending more time with her niece anyway and found the girl to be even more charming and sweet as she got to know her more. She had a good head on her shoulders, Cathy told herself. Most girls with her looks and the attention men lavished on her wherever she went, would make a girl self-centered and conceited. But not Valerie. She seemed to be amused by it all and playfully returned their compliments and attention as though it were only a game, not to be taken seriously.
Finally on Monday afternoon the hectic pace ended and everyone seemed in good spirits, welcoming the opportunity to do as they pleased for the next few days. Over lunch Allen suggested a boat ride and a leisurely afternoon of fishing.
"Why don't you take the kids this time, Cath?" he suggested earnestly. "It'll do you good to get away from the place for a few hours."
"I still have to finish making up one of the cabins," she responded. "And then ... I'm going to make myself a drink and collapse in the sun. I'm exhausted."
"I'm going to change the name of the solarium to 'Cathy's room.'" he joked. "Since we added it to the house, you spend all your free time there."
"It's the only place I can go to get some privacy. The minute I go up to the pool everyone is at my heels for something," she said. Then twisting her mouth into a comical expression, began mimicking the customers, "Got an extra towel, Mrs. Harper? We need more soap, Mrs. Harper ... my shower doesn't have any hot water ... my shower doesn't have any cold water ... My hot and cold water doesn't have a shower!"
The others laughed at her imitation of the guests and agreed it was pretty close to the truth. She made a point of not looking at Peter, but could see out of the corner of her eye that he was laughing too and she was pleased with the breakthrough in his depression. It seemed to put everyone into a better frame of mind, relieving the tension of the busy weekend and reminding them they could begin a little vacation of their own.
A trace of the grin was still on Cathy's face as she made her way up the steep road to the cabin area. The cabins were located on a hill, overlooking the main road and Lake George on the other side of the road. It was secluded, with lawns and individual housekeeping cottages, where children could play safely without their parents worrying about them falling into the lake. She and Allen had picked the land, planned the layout and oversaw the building of it. And she figured their mutual pride in the results was one of the reasons they never got too involved in extramarital affairs. They had become a team, she decided. And that was something special.
Out of the corner of her eye Cathy spotted one of the the male guests eying her lustfully as she crossed the plush lawn. Almost as an automatic reflex, she threw out her chest to give him a better view of the orbs in the tight red sweater. There was a temptation to exaggerate the wiggle of her behind too, but she resisted, not wanting to aggravate any wives that may also be watching. And she knew her long, well-turned legs and short-shorts presented an alluring view of those twin globes of flesh, gently rising and falling in rhythm with her strides. Eat your heart out! she said under her breath, still holding the smile on her face, while her big brown eyes remained fixed on her destination. Don't let your wife catch you staring! She may cut-off this week's ration of pussy if she sees you ogling the hired help.
Though Cathy loved the attention the male population gave her, she had discovered it hurt business when the wives got too envious. And since the business relied heavily on customers returning each year to spend their two weeks vacation there, Cathy suppressed the impulse to make too big a show of her sensuous body.
When she finished with the chores in the cabin, she stopped by the pool as a friendly gesture, to show her concern for their happiness and to see that they were enjoying themselves. And since most of the families were around the pool, it gave her an ego-trip to see the hungry looks the men gave her.
"Did you hear the ruckus out here last night?" a middle-aged woman asked.
"No," Cathy answered with concern. "What was it?"
"Some of the couples were swimming in the nude," another woman answered with contempt.
"We should make it an every night event," her husband interjected, ogling Cathy suggestively.
"We were watching from the recreation hall," from the first. "They were drunk ... and carrying on ... with the pool lights on so you could see everything they did."
"Yeah! Those underwater lights are sexy," her husband added. "You don't miss a thing with those lights on...."
"It was disgusting!" his wife shot back.
One of the younger wives entered the expanding circle and said bluntly, "Balls! It was after midnight and they weren't bothering anyone...."
"Speak for yourself," the older woman cut her off. "Fornicating in public isn't in good taste ... especially at a family resort."
"You didn't have to watch either!" the girl shot back. "Everyone rushed to the rec-hall to watch. And I didn't see anyone leave ... and since you can't see the pool from any of the cabins, the kids couldn't accidentally see what was going on."
"There really isn't much we can do about the adults playing games after midnight," Cathy added, trying to soothe both sides. "Just as long as they don't disturb the other guests."
"Believe me, Mrs. Harper, it was disgusting," the older woman said. "I could understand a few young couples going for a swim in the nude under the moonlight. But not with the lights on for everyone to see. And there were older people in the pool too. And ... and ... one of the young girls was seduced by her own cousin, right in front of her mother and father I"
"You're too much," the young mother cut in. "You should have seen the young bitch, Cathy. Her little ass was wagging at her cousin from the minute they got in the pool. At first he tried to avoid her advances and stayed close to his wife. He was a good-looking stud ... in his late twenties, I might add. And the girl's father had his eye on his nephew's wife. Well, the next thing you know, Old-man-Brody slips up behind his niece and sticks his cock in the crack of her ass. The nephew and his wife kinda laughed it off as a joke ... I think his name was Mark and his wife's name was...."
"Gloria," Cathy added, noting the audience was growing larger now as everyone listened with growing interest to the details. There was a pause as the youngsters where shooed away and the circle moved to the side of the pool where everyone could hear better. One of the late arrivals asked who they were talking about and Cathy repeated, "Mark and Gloria Michaels. You know the Brody family ... been coming up here for years. His daughter's name is Debbie. The pretty redhead ... about sixteen-years-old...."
"That Mark was a good-looking bastard," the girl repeated, with approving nods from several of the other women in the circle. "Tall, dark, lean and hung like a...."
"His wife was pretty nice too," the girl's husband added, with a twinge of jealousy showing in his voice. "And that Debbie! She was a real redhead. And if she was only sixteen ... man ... her body was really developed for sixteen. You should have seen her tits! Man
"Anyway," his wife cut him off, addressing Cathy, who now stood in the center of the circle with her. "The old man comes up behind Gloria and pokes her in the ass with his cock. They laugh it off ... until Gloria turns and sees the immense cock Uncle Brody is sporting and her eyes widen and her jaw drops.
"Well, the kid, Debbie, sees the look on Gloria's face and immediately dives under the water and swims over to her father's menacing prick and kisses it!"
"Must you use such vulgar language?" from the older woman.
"Listen, you old prude," the girl shot back. "You watched them fuckin' right up to the end. As a matter-of-fact, you were the last to leave. So don't give us any of your bullshit about being indignant."
"Get on with it," someone offered from the tightly pressed circle. "You hear worse than that in the movies anyway."
"The girl's father reaches down and lifts Debbie out of the water, her legs wide open and kicking, and turns her toward his nephew. You can see Mark's eyes pop and his mouth water as he stares into that red pussy hair of hers.
"So far, it's all fun and games ... you know, for laughs. The other couples are just swimming around, grabbing each other and I suppose, getting their partners lined up. The only ones not participating were the newlyweds. They were in the corner of the pool watching though. And getting hot as hell.
"Meanwhile, Brody sends Debbie floating toward Mark, with her legs wide open, and Mark lowers himself so just his head is above water as her snatch approaches his face. Only Gloria didn't appreciate her husband's joke and swam away when he pretended to give the girl's pussy a big kiss. Gloria stopped to down a drink someone left at the side of the pool and then started to lift herself out of the pool. But her ass just broke the surface of the water when Brody comes up behind her and kisses the crack of her ass. You could see her shiver from the pleasant surprise it gave her, but she managed to pull herself out of the water. Then Brody reached out, took her by the hips and gave her ass a kiss that must have sent his tongue clear up her asshole, because she just turned to jelly in his hands and that kiss. The way he spread her cheeks and buried his nose in the crack of her ass, I'm sure he tongued that asshole for all he was worth.
"Well, the old bastard slides her ass back down his chest and into the water again, seats his cock in her cunt and lowers her onto that big, thick flagpole of his. It was like a water ballet as he cupped her tits in his big hands and started his in and out strokes. Gloria's body was like a limp rag-doll; her arms and legs moving weightlessly in the water as he lifted and lowered her on his cock.
"I guess everyone in the pool saw them. Because the water games ended and everyone was intent on fucking then. Debbie wrapped her legs around her cousin's neck and he went to town diving into that flaming red hair at her snatch, twisting his tongue into her cunt and eating her alive. Then she dove under the water and sucked him into a frenzy and finally impaled herself on his cock."
Cathy could feel the itch between her own legs grow more intense and a warm moistness seep into the crotch of her panties as she listened. She could see men in the group trying to conceal the bulges in their bathing suits and everyone spellbound by the girl's description of the water orgy.
"It was disgusting," from the one woman. "Why don't we all go skinny-dippin' tonight?" from one of the men.
"Yeah!" from several other husbands, some suddenly getting a poke in the ribs from their wives.
"How about it, Cathy?" one man said. "Would you join us?"
Before she could answer, the indignant woman said, "There's a time and place for everything ... and a swimming pool is not the place for sex. It's ... it's ... unsanitary....
(laughter from the others) ... well it is! You could see the male sperm in the water ... and today your kids are swimming in it!"
"There's nothing to worry about, Mrs. Klinger," Cathy said in a calm, reassuring voice. "The pool is completely filtered every five hours and my husband checks it every morning."
"Shit!" one of the men cackled. "If my five-year-old daughter gets pregnant I won't even know who the father is!"
"I still say it's unsanitary."
"Don't be such an old fart," from the husband of the girl telling the story. "You won't get raped. No one bothered the newlyweds. They watched the action and when they got hot enough tore off a piece in the corner of the pool."
"Well that sonofabitch, Brody, wasn't satisfied with just seducing his nephew's wife," she shot back hotly. "After he was finished with her ... he ... he ... the sonofabitch fucked his own daughter!"
"That little she-cat probably would have taken on all the men in the pool," the girl telling the story said. "Her ass was wagging in the air for one and all. And that wasn't the first time she balled her father-I'd be willing to bet on that. After her father fucked Gloria, that beautiful cock of his went limp and he seemed satisfied. It was Debbie who swam over to where he was sitting at the edge of the pool, sipping a drink, and she came up between his legs and sucked his cock to life again."
Cathy could see the increased arousal in the audience at the blunt descriptions this young mother used in telling her story. Even the two older women, who pretended to be offended, hung breathlessly on every word.
"When she had her father's cock stiff again, she casually floated backwards, coaxing him to come get her with that red hair between her legs ... 'Here toro ... Come toro!"
"Man, was she proud of that red pussy-hair, flaunting it for all to see."
"But I could tell, just by the way her father nonchalantly slipped into the water, that they had balled more than once before. She was all aflutter, knowing how that giant cock felt inside her, and he was very casual about taking her. He lifted her onto the head of it and sat her there, sucking her tits good and hard first, and driving the little bitch wild. And she was in ecstasy as it penetrated into that hungry cunt of hers. I could see she was daddy's little girl by the expression on her face."
"It amazes me that you weren't shocked to see a father seduce his own daughter," the older woman said with a sigh.
"Let's face it," her friend said. "These things happen all the time."
"What do you say, Cathy?" one of the men asked. "Should we have a pool party tonight?"
"As a good businesswoman," Cathy answered slowly, 'I'll have to take the middle of the road on this subject. We don't encourage skinny-dipping, but we won't come checking after midnight ... unless the other guests complain about the noise, or it gets out of hand and it becomes a rape party."
"Hell, I was hoping you'd join us," he said hopefully.
"I don't think that would be in keeping with our policy," she said, trying to maintain a friendly balance between everyone, including his wife. "But remember, be discreet," she added and began making her way out of the circle to return to the house.
As she left the group she could sense that several of the couples were serious about getting together that night. And she wished she could just attend long enough to strip off her clothes and swim a lap of the pool for all to see her naked body. Then get out of the pool and leave. That would be fun, she told herself, tingling all over at the thought of all their eyes focused on her naked body, the men devouring it and the women envious.
Her thoughts lingered on the fantasy as she made a Tom Collins in the living room and took it up to the solarium. She placed the drink on a table next to the chaise lounge and began to strip off her sweater and bra, pretending she was at the pool party and all eyes were on her. Unlike the other women, her full, conicle shaped breasts were tanned to the same degree as the rest of her body, she told herself with satisfaction. And after she slipped out of her shorts, she proudly displayed her equally tanned derriere to the imaginary crowd, knowing the other women would envy her body, while their husbands drooled.
Just then she saw a low flying private plane approaching and she moved closer to the glass walls to display her nakedness to the pilot. She fantasized that he saw her and suddenly found himself aroused and terribly frustrated that he couldn't get to do her. But the plane continued its flight without any sign that he had even seen her and she was alone with her own frustrating itch between her legs. The touch of her finger slithering through the soft triangle of hair didn't help, she noted, and resigned herself to an afternoon of just resting in the sun with her cool drink.
As she reclined on the lounge, sipping the Tom Collins through a straw, Cathy eyed the nest of hair between her legs. She felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought that hers was so ordinary looking, while Debbie sported such an eye-catching red. The thought had never entered her mind before, until she heard the constant reference to the flaming-red hair of the young girl. That made it special, she told herself. It bothered her enough to make her turn over on her stomach so she wouldn't have to stare at her own and be reminded of Debbie's.
It surprised her that as she went over the details of the previous night's pool orgy, she found herself drawn more to the facts about the sixteen-year-old Debbie than anything else. The thought began to plague her. Why should she be drawn to the girl's body and that fiery clump of red hair? she wondered, trying to put it out of her mind. Then finally decided it was the girl telling the story that had the hang-up over Debbie's body.
"OH!" a voice broke the silence and Cathy shot a glance at the door to see Valerie awkwardly backing out.
"Come on in," Cathy called to her.
"I didn't realize you were sunbathing in the nude," she said, hesitating and blushing from the surprise encounter.
"That's all right. Come in," Cathy said with a laugh, lifting herself to an almost sitting position to face the girl. "It's all in the family anyway," she added, when Valerie continued to be hesitant.
Valerie entered a little further into the room, but was still blushing and kept her eyes on the floor. And Cathy couldn't help eyeing her voluptuous body, clad in a modest bikini. Her shoulder-length blonde hair framed her pretty face and emphasized the pink glow of her blush.
"I thought you were going for a boat ride with the boys," Cathy said as the girl walked slowly into the solarium.
"I changed my mind at the last minute," Valerie responded, looking for a spot to sit where she wouldn't be facing Cathy, and at the same time wouldn't appear to be rude. "I really don't care much for fishing. So I decided to take a nice long bath and get some sun."
"Does my being naked bother you?" Cathy asked, unable to ignore the girl's apparent embarrassment any longer.
"Oh no ... It's just that ... I guess I feel funny that ... what I mean is ... I don't want you to think I'm staring or anything."
"Don't be silly. When someone is naked, It's hard not staring," Cathy laughed. "Suddenly all those secret treasures people hide all their lives are right in front of you and you can't help but see them ... unless you turn your head."
Valerie smiled at her and slipped into a chair alongside the lounge. "At times I just hate myself for being so timid," she admitted openly. "And it drives me up the wall to see Peter act so shy and timid all the time. But I think he's getting a little better since we came here."
"You know," Cathy said sincerely, "I was wondering why you kids were so shy. There's really no reason to be timid around Allen and me. Besides being family, we're pretty easy to get along with. At least that's what the paying guests say."
"I know," Valerie said in a low voice. "But after Dad left ... well, Mom kinda over-protected us, I guess. She wouldn't visit any of our relatives and there were never any adults in our house, except Mom. But she's changed in the last few months ... now that she has a boyfriend ... and Peter and I have to adjust to the adult world before we get all mixed-up in our heads."
Cathy listened with concern and wished there was something she could say to make the girl realize how easy it was not to be timid. Finally she offered, "Just don't let it worry you, Val. The problem with most people is they keep looking back. They're always trying to find out what they did, or what they said that was wrong. Screw it! If you make a mistake, who cares? Don't let them bully you!"
"You're the first adult I've been able to discuss this with," Valerie said with a smile. "And I feel better already."
"Then let's make a deal," Cathy said. "For the remainder of the time you're here, I want you to act as though you don't know the meaning of the word 'timid.' If anything bugs you, say it. And I promise not to get mad, regardless what happens."
"Oh, Aunt Cathy," she chirped. "It sounds great. With a little experience, I know I could over-come my lack of confidence."
"Okay," Cathy said with enthusiasm. "The only other thing to keep in mind is that I may comment on some of your decisions later. You have to promise not to get angry if I disagree with you. Fair enough?"
"Oh yes!" Valerie answered. "I'm just thankful to have someone to help me."
"Then let's forget the whole thing," Cathy said, stretching out on her stomach again. "Now you can do me a favor. How about rubbing some of that oil over there on my back?"
"Sure," Valerie said, jumping up to get the bottle of baby oil from a shelf on the wall.
"It helps keep the skin from drying out," Cathy added as an after-thought.
When Valerie returned with the oil, she didn't hesitate to eye Cathy's back from head-to-toe, and began her application of oil to her shoulders and arms. She was excited over their mutual understanding and was anxious to please her aunt now. She rubbed her shoulders and back thoroughly, massaging the oil into her smooth skin as she chatted about how wonderful it was to be staying with them, and how thoughtful she thought Allen and she were to take them in on such short notice.
"Mmmmmm ... that feels good," Cathy said. "Put some on my ass and legs too."
"Oh?" Valerie gasped. "I ... errr ... don't think...."
"Okay," Cathy said with a warm smile. "You don't have to if you don't want to. But you really shouldn't be afraid to touch people.
The more you touch others, the easier it is to build your confidence."
"Then I'll do it!" Valerie said, filling her palm with oil and gliding it over Cathy's buttocks. "You've got a lovely ass," she ventured as she worked her hands over the twin mounds of flesh. "And if you don't mind my touching you ... I certainly don't mind."
"That's the way," Cathy said over her shoulder. "Do what you want to do! Say what you want to say!"
Valerie felt a strange dizzy feeling come over her as the firm flesh slid under her fingers. It was the first time she had touched girl-flesh like this, she thought with growing interest, and never before had she been in a position to stare at and examine another person so close before. She placed a hand on each of Cathy's cheeks, them massaged in opposite directions that caused the balls of flesh to spread apart, revealing a puckered little opening in the deep crease. A chill of delight swept through her body and she quickly moved down Cathy's legs to avoid the guilt feelings she began to experience. But as she rubbed the oil into the backs of Cathy's legs, her eyes remained fixed on the crack, which she would have liked to examine more closely.
"You have a talent for giving rub-downs," Cathy sighed, turning slowly as Valerie stiffened beside the lounge and watched the front of her come into view. "Would you like to finish the job?"
After taking a deep breath, Valerie managed to say, "I guess so...." There was no avoiding the obvious place to start, she told herself as she poured the oil into the palm of her hand, and slowly brought it to Cathy's chest. She felt a sudden weakness in her legs as hard nipples quivered in her palms.
Cathy could watch her expression now and found the girl's staring, saucer-big eyes to be almost as stimulating as her touch. Perhaps, she thought with a bit of guilt, the itch between her legs could best be served if it was someone else's fingers toying with her. Don't be silly! she told herself quickly. You're not the type to be turned on by girls. But Valerie's eyes continued to fascinate her as the girl moved down her stomach and over her hips. Her hands didn't get close to the spot that itched, but her eyes were fixed there as she rubbed Cathy's legs. Then again, it might be fun, she found herself saying. Just a little playing around ... and Pm so damn hot anyway, I'm sure I'll come with just a little encouragement from those slender fingers.
She waited until Valerie was completely finished before saying, "Now you lie down and I'll rub you in with oil."
Without giving it any thought, Valerie said, "Fine." And took Cathy's place on the lounge. She felt safe with her bikini on and was interested in knowing what it was like to have a massage.
Cathy bent over her and began in the same way; first her shoulders and arms, then her back. But as she got to the strings of Valerie's bikini top, she opened them and swept her hands over the whole of her back, from her neck to the top elastic of the bottom half of the bikini.
"It does feel wonderful," Valerie cooed as Cathy's hands worked the oil into the smooth white skin. "It kinda relaxes all your muscles and takes away the tired feeling."
"And after this past weekend, that's a blessing," Cathy added. At the time she was wondering how to manage the girl's bikini bottoms. To attempt to just pull them off could mean instant rejection, she realized. But she knew she had to get them off before Valerie turned over.
Well, here goes! she told herself on the next stroke of her hands down the girl's back and slipped her fingers under the elastic, driving her hands to the tops of her firm buttocks. Valerie gave out a slightly moan of surprise, but didn't say anything. Cathy kneaded the hidden flesh in her hands and eased the covering down slowly, using her wrists to accomplish the task. She felt Valerie get tense and her muscles tighten under her fingers, but she continued to massage the perfectly matched globes of flesh after the bikini bottom was off them. And as she eyed the crack separating the glistening, oil slick mounds of pure white meat, and that had never been exposed to the sun's rays before, she remembered how a few minutes before she had hoped Valerie would touch her there. She gently slithered a finger down the crevice in search of that spot that tingled with nerve endings.
"Don't, Aunt Cathy!" Valerie said with alarm.
"Really Val...." Cathy said in a raspy whisper, her whole body tingling from the effect this forbidden game was giving her, " ... it's just your asshole. Everyone has one you know. And, it feels good to have it reamed out once in a while...."
Without waiting for approval, Cathy drove her twisting finger into the little bud as far as her second knuckle. Valerie moaned and groaned at the sudden discomfort of the invasion and Cathy eased her finger out again, not wanting to upset her. But she like the tight, squeezing feeling that dark tunnel gave her finger. But she proceeded down Valerie's legs, pushing her swimsuit down as she went along.
"Okay, turn over." Cathy said with a hint of command in her voice.
Valerie obeyed, turning slowly and looking directly into Cathy's eyes. Cathy paused, noting the apparent fright in the girl's expression. Her questioning eyes, as they stared into her own, caused Cathy a bit of alarm also.
"Hey! I'm not ... that way," Cathy laughed. "You think ... Oh, Valerie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you that impression."
"I feel ... funny, being naked like this," Valerie whispered in defense.
Cathy's eyes swept down over her young, pear-shaped breasts, over her flat stomach to lock with surprise on a patch of golden-blonde hair between her legs. Pangs of jealousy shot through her at the sight of the honey-blonde hair, where she expected an ordinary patch of brown to be.
"How about that?" she said without thinking. Then laughing at her naive outlook, said, "I've never seen a real blonde before. And to be perfectly honest, I've seldom seen another pussy before ... except in Allen's girlie magazines."
"Neither have I," Valerie said with relief. "I guess I got scared because everything was so strange and I felt so ... funny inside."
"Don't feel bad. I feel the same way. But when I saw your asshole ... well, I felt like poking my finger in ... so I did! Just like I told you to do or say what you wanted and screw it if it's wrong."
Valerie laughed and said, "I wanted to do the same thing to you, but didn't have the nerve."
"After we made a deal?" Cathy pretended to be hurt.
"I guess I just need more time."
"Well, I'm still going to rub the front of you with oil," Cathy said, pouring a large amount into her hand. "And when I'm finished ... you're going back and see if you still feel like sticking your finger Up my asshole."
"You're too much," Valerie laughed as her aunt's hands swept over her firm breasts, causing the nipples to fizz-out in her palms. "Mmmmm ... am I allowed to enjoy it?"
"You can do and say whatever you want."
"Then I'm going to take a sip of your drink," Valerie responded, reaching for the glass.
"There's more where that came from," Cathy said with a smile. "And there's enough gin in it to make those short-blonde hairs between your legs stand straight up."
The cold liquid took the dry feeling out of Valerie's mouth and she felt the effect of the alcohol almost immediately, although she couldn't taste it. Without hesitating, she drained the glass and returned it to the table. "I drank the whole damn thing," she advised Cathy, who was down rubbing her legs by then, eyeing the golden hair, but not touching it.
"There's more in the cabinet under the table," Cathy said. "Pour me another ... I feel ... let's see ... how should I phrase it ... don't want you to think I'm you-know-what or anything ... I guess I just feel good all over. It's like being free ... devil-may-care."
"Me too!" Valerie said, pouring a warm concoction from a cocktail shaker Cathy had left there on another occasion. 'Ohhhh ... it's melting the ice cubes ... I'll get more. Don't go away."
Cathy slumped on the chaise lounge and took a sip of the warm drink as Valerie ran out naked to get more ice. The whole experience was intoxicating, she told herself when she realized the warm alcohol had a strange effect on her mind, making everything seem fuzzy and gay.
She tried to find a reason for being so drawn to Valerie's body, but it escaped her. The touch of the firm young flesh was pleasing, she admitted, but that was all, and it didn't explain why the nagging, burning itch between her legs continued to grow stronger and hotter by the minute.
"Here!" Valerie said, coming back with a tray of ice-cubes. "I feel drunk ... just a little ... but very silly."
"See!" Cathy said, pretending to be serious. "They say a person reveals his true self when under the influence of booze!"
Valerie poured herself another drink and stood facing Cathy as she sipped it. "I guess the real me isn't really timid then," she said with conviction. "Because I don't feel shy anymore. I feel ... sexy! Look. I'm standing here all naked and bold as can be and I don't really care."
"Have another sip of that drink," Cathy said calmly. "Because I'm going to let you in on a secret. ... I was hot as a bitch before you got here ... and I'm still hot! Hotter!"
"Do you think I have a pretty cunt?" Valerie asked seriously. "I always thought the blonde hair made it look naked. Yours really is more eye-catching with the dark bush of hair calling attention to it."
"Don't be silly," Cathy said, extending her arm toward the junction of Valerie's legs in gesture. "Men will go out of their minds when they see that blonde bush. It's got 'eating pussy' written all over it."
Valerie glanced down at Cathy's hand, just inches from the spot being discussed, and the sight gave her the urge to move forward slightly to touch her pubic hairs against the tips of Cathy's fingers. The sudden surge forward was a slip, she told herself, but Cathy's fingertips were now touching the soft fur of her pleasure-cove and it tingled delightfully. It was a forbidden, almost dangerous thrill, she decided, but unavoidable. The relaxed atmosphere of being with Cathy made the building excitement in her body seem natural. She felt too nervous and anxious with men, she told herself, pressing just a little farther forward to feel the tips of Cathy's fingers touch her flaming hot vaginal-lips.
For Cathy, the wild, excited look in Valerie's eyes was more exciting than the touch of her pubic hair. She knew exactly what her niece was experiencing and it made her tingle with the thought of it. It wasn't Valerie's body she craved, she told herself. It was the girl's fingers on her own body she wanted.
"Mmmmmm...." Valerie purred, inching closer to where Cathy was sitting, watching those fingers touch and fondle with expert precision.
"Open your legs," Cathy whispered.
Valerie obliged in what appeared to be a dream-like surrender of her body to the hands of her master. She parted her legs as wide as possible and Cathy stared for a moment, wondering why she was playing the active role, when in fact her original thought had been to get Valerie to supply the needed play for her own lustful climax.
Before reaching out to touch her again, Cathy asked in a flat, matter-of-fact voice, "Have you ever been with a man?"
Valerie's body tensed and she shot Cathy a questioning look, almost as though she'd rather not talk about it. But she answered in an almost inaudible whisper, "Yes."
Once again Cathy reached out and touched the next of hair with one hand as the other gently rubbed up and down Valerie's upper leg and hip. As her fingers slithered through the silky-soft pubic hairs and approached the dampness of the girl's panting vulva, Cathy realized that all she had to do was pretend the roles they were playing were reversed, and just do what she would have liked Valerie to do to her. It gave her a devilish, wicked feeling to be involved with someone of her own sex like this. And she realized that was the satisfaction she sought in her extramarital affairs ... forbidden, wicked thrills!
Her index finger slid down the crease of the weeping eye to the sensitive skin just beyond and traced a path to Valerie's anus. It was all yielding this time, but she circled it with the tip of her finger and drew it slowly back to the moist slit in front. Her own sex-juices began to stir as though the finger was slipping between her own legs, with its slow teasing touch to the screaming nerve ends located in that short distance between her anus and vagina. Again her fingers made the slow, tantalizing tour of both openings, using her own sensations as a guide to get the best effect.
Cathy could hear the little screeching sounds escaping from deep in Valerie's throat and decided to bring the girl some relief from the building anxiety. As her index finger circled her anus, she brought her thumb up to the pink, moist vaginal-lips and inserted both fingers into their respective openings at the same instant.
"OH!" Valerie screeched. "OH! Oh ... oh ... I love it ... I love it...."
Cathy's free hand slid from Valerie's hip, up to her heaving breasts and massaged both orbs with a sweeping, circular motion, while her fingers worked a slight in-and-out motion in their sucking tunnels.
The animal-lust sounds escaping from deep in Valerie's throat now told Cathy she was riding high on a wave of foamy, creamy orgasm juices. It was gratifying for Cathy too, because she knew her own needs would soon be met with the same intensity.
"Oh ... Aunt Cathy," Valerie finally sighed with relief, adding, as she breathed deeply to fill her lungs with lost air, "If you only knew how much I needed that...."
"I do," Cathy said as she gently slipped her finger from Valerie's rectum, but letting her thumb remain captive in the still squeezing tunnel of her sopping wet sex. "My body is screaming for equal time ... Do you think you ... could do it to me?"
"Oh yes!" Valerie's velvet voice purred. "Mmmmmm ... just one more squeeze ... ahhhh...."
Cathy eased her drenched thumb from the well of sex-juice and pressed the palm of her hand over it as a final touch of affection. "Just do what you think is best," she said. "A woman knows instinctively what another woman wants."
"Then you stretch out on the lounge and I'll do my best," Valerie said. "But I want to see everything, so I hope you don't mind if I face the other way."
Without waiting for an answer, she straddled Cathy's stomach, with her little behind wagging excitedly in Cathy's face and began her own interpretation of the same act. She had Cathy bend her knees and lift them high so the entire area between her legs was exposed to her devouring eyes and teasing fingers.
"Mmmmmmm...." Cathy sighed, contented now with just the knowledge that her throbbing itch was about to be treated.
The girl's slender fingers teased with devilish strokes that touched very lightly at those sensitive openings, making Cathy almost immediately squirm for more definite proof of their presence.
"Oh, Val," Cathy moaned as the feather-light touch of her fingertips moved in circles over her steaming hot vaginal-lips, then down the path to her anus and awakened every never-ending in her body along the way. "You're driving me nuts! It feels like you're tickling me with a feather...."
"I know," she breathed. "First you have to want it real bad. Then you'll really appreciate what comes after the teasing."
"But I want it real bad now!" Cathy cried, lifting her hips off the lounge in an attempt to force herself against the tantalizing fingers.
"You won't be disappointed. I promise."
Cathy suddenly went weak all over when Valerie lowered her head, causing her long-blonde hair to cascade down Cathy's inner thighs. The sensation gave her chills and pangs of excitement. And this was followed by a gentle, warm breeze that followed the finger's tour. It could only mean she was now softly blowing on the sensitive area, Cathy realized with building excitement. She found herself getting breathless as the finger circled her rectum again, then thumb and forefinger opened the bud and a gust of warm air swept into the dry tunnel ... and it semeed to penetrate right up to her brain. The moaning and groaning she heard was her own, she discovered, when the same treatment was applied to her vulva.
"Finger-fuck me!" she cried out desperately. "Oh Val, please ... now...."
The answer came back in a low whisper, "Soon."
I can't wait! she cried under her breath, expecting the bubble to burst at any second, releasing the pent-up tidal wave of her orgasm. No! Not THAT! she screamed as she felt Valerie's full, plush, moist lips softly touch the entrance to her tunnel-of-love. She wasn't expecting that-it shocked her senses. But Valerie's lips didn't linger there; just long enough to make it a tender kiss of affection.
"Mmmmm," Valerie sighed, gently inserting an index finger from each hand into Cathy's craving orifices. "How's that?"
The bubble blew apart, the tidal wave swept over her and Cathy was a twisting, squirming, squeezing, sucking mass of convulsive flesh. And after the tidal wave, she lost count of the orgasm that rolled in behind it.
"It hurts so good," she finally gasped, electing Valerie's finger from her rectum with the muscles accustomed to that chore, and Valerie took it as the signal to withdraw her other finger.
"What time is it?" Cathy asked in a sleepy voice.
"I don't know, but I think I just heard Uncle Allen's car." Valerie chirped, swinging her leg over Cathy's body and rushing to get her bikini.
It took much more effort for Cathy to set up and slip into her own clothes, but as they left the solarium to meet the fishermen downstairs, both seemed to be bubbling over with energy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cathy was totally refreshed and pleased with her first experience with someone of her own sex. It was good. It was new and exciting, she told herself. And it didn't leave her with any hang-ups or guilt-feelings. She noted with surprise.
Meanwhile, as the four of them ate dinner, Valerie found herself wondering whether she was homosexual. It had all happened so innocently, she tried to rationalize. One thing just led to the other and she got swept away in the heat of it, doing things she never dreamed of doing before. Why had she been so bent on watching her fingers touch and enter another woman like that? she asked herself. Why did she kiss it? That bothered her more than anything else and she was becoming obsessed with the thought. Her mind vividly replayed the moment she eyed those soft, moist, pink lips and suddenlv found herself swooping down to plant a kiss there.
"Are you all right?" Cathy asked in a whisper as they washed the dinner dishes.
"Yes," she answered softly, wishing she could talk about it, but not wanting Allen and Peter, who were in the living room, to hear them.
"You hardly touched your dinner," Cathy said. "And I think I know what's wrong ... but we can't talk about it now. So, put it out of your head until tomorrow. ... It's not as bad as you imagine it to be ... nothing ever is."
"All right," she responded, but found the advice to be of no practical use. At the moment, all she wanted to do was go to her room to seek the escape only sleep could bring her. But she fought it off. not wanting-to arouse suspicion, and endured the evening ritual of sitting in the living room to watch television and chat during the commercials.
When the time finally came and she found herself tucked into bed, she discovered the loneliness even more unbearable and the nagging thoughts more prominent in her mind. It also bothered her to think how totally relaxed and contented Cathy seemed to be. Perhaps she was the homosexual, Valerie told herself, rationalizing that she was only the victim of her aunt's conniving lust. But it didn't relieve the depression.
The entire house seemed so dark and quiet, she thought. Too dark and too quiet to remain alone with her thoughts rushing her pell-mell into insanity, she decided and slipped out of bed. She found herself drawn to the door connecting her room with her brother's.
"Are you awake?" she whispered through the closed door. At the same time she tried the knob and was relieved to find it unlocked.
Opening the door slightly, she whispered into the darkness, "Are you awake, Peter?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," he said softly, reaching over to turn on the lamp beside his bed.
"I just couldn't sleep," Valerie continued in a whisper as she padded barefoot across the room to sit on the side of the bed. "Brrrrr ... it's cold," she added, pulling her legs up to sit on her feet for warmth.
"Is there anything wrong?" he asked with concern, bringing himself to a sitting position.
"I don't know," she sighed. "Maybe I just got homesick. I guess I'm worried about Mom." She couldn't bring herself to talk about her real problem.
"I've had a few nights like that myself," Peter said. "I guess it's not so bad when you're working your ass off all day. But when there's nothing to do ... man, I go nuts thinking...." He stopped abruptly, catching himself before he said the wrong thing. Then quickly added, " ... thinking about Mom and all."
"That's it exactly," she lied back.
In the silence that followed, Valerie realized she was only wearing a sheer nightgown and her brother could see right through it. It struck her funny to think how all their lives they had been kept from seeing each other naked, and now he could see just about everything.
"If Mom saw me sitting here like this she'd die." Valerie laughed, breaking the silence.
"I wish to hell she hadn't been so damn strict," he mumbled angrily. "It sure screwed up my head. I didn't know what a girl had un til I was in school and the other kids brought in dirty pictures....Shit, I know guys who were brought up taking baths with their sisters. And they didn't think anything of it. But me ... I had to sneak peaks up girl's dresses. If you only knew how many times I wanted to slip into your room and see you undressed. Just to see for myself. But I was afraid you'd tell Mom, or she'd catch me doing it."
"I didn't realize it bothered you so much," she said, surprised by his sudden burst of anger. "You should have told me."
"It's different for a guy," he said. "It's not so funny when you're with a girl and you start to fool around, working your ass off to get her undressed and then come in your pants at the first glimpse of her tits."
"I guess not," Valerie laughed. "But don't feel bad, my head is all screwed up too. We've just got to straighten out our problems as best we can. And Aunt Cathy says we're crazy to be so damn timid. She's even going to help me get over my shyness."
"When did she tell you that?"
"This afternoon."
"Did she say anything else?" he asked with alarm. "I mean ... did she say anything about me? ... my shyness?"
"Just that she wanted to help us and we should do and say whatever we wanted and screw it if it's wrong."
"Is that all?" he asked, wishing immediately he hadn't and covering up by asking, "How do you like Aunt Cathy?"
"She's all right," Valerie answered, forcing herself not to think about her aunt's question able sex habits. "Once you pet to know her, she real easv to talk to. You should really get to talk to her. I'll bet she'd help you too."
"Maybe you're right," he sighed.
"While we're on the subject" she added. "WW do you think of Uncle Allen?"
"He's real cool. But if I were you, I'd be careful. ... I get the impression he's girl-crazy. When we were fishing today, that's all he talked about ... you know. sex. I think he was hinting around for me to fix him up with someone. I kinda laughed it off. and then got the impression he was going to fix me up!"
"I think it's all talk." she said "I've been alone with him quite a bit, and while he talks in a roundabout way on the subject, he never tried to get fresh."
They fell silent again as each weighed their experiences and tried to come to terms with their nagging feelings. For Valerie, the aunt and uncle presented a conflicting image now: he was obviously straight, she decided, so perhaps Cathy was too. Or was he getting his sex elsewhere, while she was playing with girls?
Meanwhile, Peter was only concerned with his own problem of premature ejaculation. The fact that his aunt had witnessed his inadequacy only made it a source of embarrassment.
When Valerie glanced at her brother, she noticed he was staring at her thinly veiled breasts and began to wonder if her body excited him. She decided to find out, "Would you come in your pants if you saw my tits?"
"Knock it off," he said, blushing at the thought and not sure whether he would or not.
"Did you ever play, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'?" she asked with a grin.
"Lots of times," he lied. "When I was a kid."
"Then let's play it now," she shot back, quickly moving to a kneeling position beside him on the bed.
"Hey! Knock it off," he said, trying to avoid another traumatic experience.
"Don't be such a prude, Peter. It's only a game. And you even brought up the subject of how we never saw each other naked. Well, now is our chance."
"Well that was different. I meant when we were kids."
Valerie stared into his eyes, trying to think of some way to change his mind. It was nice just watching him strain his eyes to see through the pink nightgown, she decided. But her real objective was to see whether his male member excited her. She felt it would be a good test of her own subconscious desires to see what her reaction would be.
"If that's the way you want to be," she sighed, slipping the nightgown off her shoulders and letting it drop to the bed. His eyes were immediately drawn to her firm, hard-nippled breasts and all the naked flesh her kneeling position offered him. "I'm not ashamed ... see?"
"It's different for a girl," he gulped, wanting desperately to see more and itching to touch her.
"That's how much you know," she pretended to sulk, suddenly aware that her female charm was still in tact and she would use it to bend him to her will. "Girls get curious too ... we want to see a guy's hard-on, just like you want to see my tits....They're nice aren't they? Solid too. See how full and perfectly pear-shaped they are? Ever see such cute nipples? All hard and quivering, just to see your cock for a minute."
"Val ... I've gotta tell you something...." he said with a great effort. "I think there's something wrong with my cock."
"What is it?" she asked suddenly worried.
"The fuckin' thing always comes at the wrong time ... you know ... to soon."
"You scared the life out of me," she said. "I thought you meant diseased! What you're talking about it probably common for guys your age. How much experience have you had with girls?"
"A little. But I always come before I can get it in."
Valerie didn't wait for his approval, she whipped the covers down and found the object of their discussion standing rigid through the fly of his pajamas. Her mouth filled with saliva and her body tingled from head to toe with longing.
She swallowed hard before saying, "That's quite a hunk of meat. And the next time a girl asks to see it ... you whip it with out pride."
"Yeah ... and come all over the place," he groaned.
"Remember that little whore in my gym class?" she asked, waited for him to nod before continuing, "I heard her telling the girls about a guy that had the same problem. But instead of getting flustered, he told her, 'My second shot is always the best anyway.' Then he proceeded to ball her ass off. And she was crazy about him after that."
As Peter considered the wisdom of his sister's advice, she reached out a hand and began stroking the hot meat. They both focused their attention on the pulsing, ballooning head then. Valerie was fascinated by the purple, mushroom knob that seemed to breathe independently on the end of his vein popping shaft. It's eye was blinking and oozing droplets of white sap that seemed to fill the room with an odor of maleness. It was repugnant, but at the same time intoxicating. Her whole body seemed to react to the fragrance with an intense excitement, causing her own juices to stir and seep from her crotch.
Without taking her eyes from the throbbing meat in her pumping fist, she inched up Peter's side and said, "Feel my tits, Peter. Touch and fondle them all you want. We've got to make that gorgeous cock of yours come. Then we'll see what happens the second time."
"Mmmmm," Peter sighed, running his hands over her quivering nipples and fondling her firm orbs with tender affection. "You've got beautiful tits, sis. Nice and full and hard and ... and beautiful."
"Are they making you come?" she asked eagerly, watching his spear for a telltale sign.
"It's hard to say. I'm all hot and ready ... but I don't know if it's ready to shoot vet. Could you open your legs and let me see that?"
"Ooowwww, ves! Here look all you want ... touch it if you like."
The suggestion set off a spark in her that quickly grew to a flame between her legs. And as his fingers wove through the soft golden hair, she found herself riding her own pink cloud of desires, stroking his shaft faster and imagining it was seated between her legs, but couldn't bring herself to even think of satisfying that longing. It wasn't because Peter was her brother, she told herself. The fear of intercourse went deeper than that. But she knew she could gain enormous thrills with his hands and fingers touching and exploring her.
"Keep jerking it, Val," Peter groaned. "I'm almost there ... I can feel it churning in my balls."
"Then finger me!" she gulped. "I'm coming too."
As his middle finger slithered into the heat and moistness of her body, his weapon fired and Valerie watched the foamy lava squirt into the air. She was already at the peak of excitement, but the sight of his passion-juice being spent because of her own ministering to his throbbing meat brought on her own climax. She bounced on his finger in rhythm to her stroking fist on his spitting serpent.
"Unnnngggghhhh," she gasped. "Ohhhh ... nnnggghh ... ahhh."
"Wow!" Peter said, "This is the greatest. Mmmmm ... just squeeze me hard ... that's it ... mmmmm."
"Now that's what I call togetherness," she breathed, relaxing her grip on his prong and sitting gently on his hand, with his finger still inserted in her drenched sex. "And you lasted pretty long that time. I thought you would come much faster."
"Do you really think so?" he asked. "Maybe you were right about my needing more experience. I'll bet the whole problem could be solved if I just had someone with your patience to teach me."
"Well, we're going to see about that in a few minutes," she purred with growing interest. "We'll give your pecker a chance to recover and then see what happens on the second shot."
"I hope you're right," he sighed. "I'd sure like to show her...."
"Show who?" Valerie asked, releasing his hand from between her legs and sliding next to him on the bed.
"Promise not to tell anyone?" he asked, finding himself suddenly anxious to talk about his experience.
"Of course. Who would I tell anyway?"
Peter took a deep breath and began to unravel the whole sequence of events with his aunt, from the time he first caught a glimpse of her undressing, to the panic he felt when he ran out of the solarium.
Then she's not a lesbian, Valerie told herself as Peter talked. She probably wasn't lying about not having seen other girls naked either. And now that I've seen ... and can still smell ... a man's sex machine, I know I'm not queer! The whole thing was just a case of both of us getting hot and relieving our frustrations in the only way we could...." and that's why I'd like to get enough experience so I don't come so fast," Peter's voice droned on. "She really humiliated me with that undressing shit. And then when I find out it's all a game ... BAM! I Shoot my load before I can get even."
"Then you should take the advice she gave me," Valerie said. "Don't look back on your mistakes. Just forget them. Do what you think is best and screw it if it isn't."
"She really told you that?" he said thoughtfully, not waiting for an answer, but adding, "Then maybe she was hoping you'd tell me ... which means ... she probably isn't so bad after all."
"You're a pisser, little brother," Valerie laughed. "But how about that second shot?"
"Do you really think we can get it hard again?"
"Sure we can," she chirped happily, sliding her open hand down his stomach to begin her first attempt at arousing a sleeping male organ. She felt relieved of all her anxiety now and was looking forward to the chore of building an erection before her eyes. "But I'll need your help," she told him. "You'll have to tell me what feels good and whatever it is you'd like me to do to get you hot again."
"Sounds all right with me," he sighed, slipping from his sitting position and stretching out on the bed with his hands behind his head. "Let's see what happens."
Valerie lifted the limp noodle in her fingers, worked it several times with her thumb and forefinger, to see if there was any life created by that motion. But the soft tube drooped and didn't respond to her touch. She got to a kneeling position again and gave the area between his legs a closer inspection and found she was intrigued with the sight and smell of his body. Just as she had been with her aunt's, she realized. It was a fascination that drew her closer to the subject, with an involuntary desire to see every detail, touch every inch and finally kiss what she saw. The desire was so intense, she couldn't prevent it if she wanted to.
Peter's attention focused on her sleek, young buttocks, and she felt his hand gliding gently over the smooth white balls of flesh. A finger toured the crack and she began to feel the pangs of arousal stirring in her body again. Without hesitating, she lifted her leg up and over his chest to present her full hindquarters to his devouring eyes and groping hands.
The touch of his warm hands on the very cool cheeks of her behind sent chills through her and drew her attention from the task before her own eyes. There was no urgency, she told herself, to satisfy her lust for a complete examination of his private parts, and she drank in the ego-massaging sensation of exhibiting her nakedness to her brother's longing eyes. He was right, she told herself. If we hadn't been so strictly separated when they were younger, we wouldn't be so fascinated with each other's body now.
See Momma, she said under her breath, your wicked daughter is exposing her ass to your over-protected son. And he hates you for making him wait so long for this delicious thrill. Mmmmm ... it makes me tingle all over to know he's staring at my asshole and pussy like this. I'll bet he's going out of his mind with the sight of all that forbidden flesh right before his eyes. You prevented a little boy from satisfying his curiosity and now his sister has to solve his sex problems.
There! You see your baby's cock getting flushed again? That's proof he's excited by what he sees. Excited by me! by my sweet little ass, with its deep crack and hidden hole. The same ass you made me keep covered from the time I was a little girl. You even made Daddy leave the room when I was getting undressed. Even when he bounced me on his knee, you made me get off. You knew damn well how good that leg felt between my legs, rubbing against my little pussy to satisfy the itch there. But you made me stop.
Well, I don't care what you say anymore ... I've got to satisfy those craving, longing feelings my body has been screaming for these past few years. And if I can help Peter in the process, that's okay too....
"Man, your ass is something else!" Peter interrupted her thoughts. "I'm getting hot again just looking at it."
"I know," Valerie purred happily. "I can see your indicator rising."
"Sit on my face, Val. Smother me with that ass of yours. I love the smell of it ... and can't get enough of it."
"Mmmmm ... you say the nicest things," she cooed, lowering herself gently on his face and feeling his nose nestle in the deep crevice between the globes of sensitive white flesh. She could feel his hot breath seeping down through the tingling valley and over her anus, causing the bud to pucker and suck for more. Her eyes closed tight to shut out everything else, while she savored the feeling it gave her.
She wanted to tell him how good it felt, but couldn't bring herself to interrupt the delightful messages her brain was receiving. His strong fingers dug into the cushions of flesh and pulled them in opposite directions, exposing the little pink bud for a quick glance. Then his mouth covered the opening and Valerie went breathless from the heat and moisture his open mouth placed around her rectum. Her brain screamed with delight and her heart pounded harder and faster. At first she thought she was imagining it, but the suction developing at the entrance to that deep, dark tunnel grew stronger and felt as though her lungs were being drained from the back door.
"Ohhhhh Peterrrr ... you're driving me crazy," she squealed.
It encouraged her brother more and she could feel him suck faster and harder now. A new confidence seemed to be surging through his body. As she opened her eyes to see what it was, she saw his limp muscle getting thicker, then gradually longer and firmer. While it still rested in a slumped position between his legs, she could see the head struggle to rise, fail and try again. She reminded herself that it was getting stiff because of her and the thought filled her with a warm glow of satisfaction. It amazed her that just a few moments ago it was a limp, soft noodle, that dangled from his groin like excess skin. But she had brought life to it, she gloated.
Then something warm and wet circled her anus and she quickly clamped her eyes closed at the thought that Peter was licking her. While it tickled and tingled, she loved the idea of having her rectum touched by his tongue. But she wasn't prepared for his sudden stab with the thick, wet meat into her tight dry tunnel and let out a screech. Peter jerked his tongue out with sudden alarm.
"Ohhh noooo ... don't stop," she cried, wiggling her behind on his face with anxious anticipation. "Do it ... yes ... easy. That's it! Oooowwww ... it feels so good ... so wet ... so thick inside me. Stick it in more ... I can't breathe, it feels so good."
His tongue snaked deeper into her squeezing sleeve and painted saliva on the hot dry walls and until she couldn't hold back the flood of her building orgasm and flushed the girl-flux on his chin, to trickle down his neck. She tried to secure his tongue in the sucking, squeezing tunnel, but he pulled it out, gasped for air and moved her up a little to bring his mouth to the source of her flowing nectar.
"Unnngggghhhh," she groaned. FU die for sure! she told herself as he sucked the syrup from her. Instinctively, she swooped down and swept his penis into her mouth to suck it in rhythm with his sucking mouth. The muscle flexed strong and hard as it felt the sudden warmth and moistness of her mouth, filling it with a gagging thickness.
She realized her mistake when Peter's attention suddenly shifted from what he was doing to what she was doing. But she was completely satisfied with the strange turn of events by then and was contented to resume the chore she had originally promised.
"Hey, Val," he called out to her. "I want to fuck you for real this time."
She eased the ballooning meat from her mouth and licked the glistening knob until it took on a polished look. She hesitated a moment longer before saying, "No, Peter. Not tonight."
"Why not?" he pressed for a more definite reason.
She ignored his question and just said, "Maybe the next time."
"Is it because ... I mean ... Are you still a virgin?"
"Yes," she answered in a low, almost inaudible voice, hoping he couldn't detect the lie in her answer.
"Okay. I understand...." he said with disappointment in his voice.
Valerie eyed his tumescent male organ. She wanted desperately to turn and fill her body with the full length and thickness of it, but couldn't bring herself to move. She was torn by the desire to satisfy the aching needs of her body and the pain of past experiences that prevented her from doing it.
"Besides," she said in a low whisper, "we want to see how much tormenting your pecker can take before it explodes."
She reached down and cupped the wrinkled prunes at the base of the shaft, examined them closely, then lowered her head to kiss them. The short hairs in the area seemed to fizz-out straight and she imagined the kiss was pleasing to his senses. But another thought crossed her mind and she forced his legs wider apart and lifted them slightly, to have a look at his anus. The tip of her finger touched the small opening and she could feel him quiver with a chill from that.
Hmmmmm, she told herself, tapping the bud with her finger. How nice it is to know he actually kissed mine ... and stuck his tongue in. I don't think ... I could do it to him though. Not there.
Her other hand closed around his rod and she sipped the drop of nectar from the tip, as her finger continued to tap at his back entrance. A slow, winding trip down the shaft with her warm, wet tongue brought more sensations to his quivering body. Then with a great deal of self-interest, she slowly painted the length of his spear with saliva, noting how much he enjoyed it by the steady sound of animal-lust noises escaping from his throat. The heat and taste of his phallus on her stroking tongue made the experiment even more enjoyable, she decided. And she could feel every ripple and vein of it slide uper the snail's pace of her twisting, licking tongue. It was the only way to really satisfy one's curiosity about another's body, she told herself.
But her brother's stiff shaft showed no signs of ejaculation. Even when she sucked it deep into her throat and milked it with her tongue, the throbbing tempo remained even and strong. She made loud slurping sounds, to inspire him more. Then she licked a path down the underside of the now glistening pole to his testicles and licked those for him.
"See, big brother," she said, taking time out to catch her breath and decide what else she would do to this new toy. "There's certainly nothing wrong with your cock now."
"I guess you're right ... but I'm still a virgin too. So I won't really know until I've put it to the test." He thought about that for a moment and added, "You're not really a virgin, are you?"
"What makes you say that?" she asked coyly.
"Hell, I had my finger in it before and there weren't any complaints about that," he answered. "So I guess you lost your cherry before tonight."
"You're right," she sighed. "But I really wanted to suck it this time."
"Look, Val, I'm not complaining or anything. Shit. I was thrilled just to see and touch your beautiful body. But I can tell you're not telling the truth. Which is your business ... Man, I'm tickled pink just being here with a hard-on that's not shooting come all over the place and a gorgeous ass staring me in the face, while my lovely sister gives me a blow-job with those luscious lips."
"You're so sweet to say such nice things about me," she purred, lowering her head for more tongue searching.
Her eyes caught another glimpse of his anus and she slithered her tongue from his scrotum to the puckered bud. It took his breath away, she noted by the sounds he muttered. But she was particularly pleased with herself for having accomplished the feat. She had the same nagging feeling when she saw her aunt's rectum, but didn't do anything about it. Now she was satisfied.
Then she felt Peter's finger screw into her rectum with a feverish plunge and realized her tongue-trip had driven him to the peak of excitement now. He was breathing harder and his weapon throbbed faster. Her mouth quickly recovered his cannon and she sucked it deep into her flexing throat.
Peter plucked his finger out of her rectum, reached up with both hands around her hips and pulled her down on his face again. Valerie wiggled and squirmed to let him know how pleased she was with his renewed interest in tasting her body. She could feel his open mouth and hot breath circle her vagina. I don't believe it! she told herself, when her body responded with pangs of familiar delight to his sucking mouth. I'm ... I'm going to have another mind splitting orgasm ... I just know I am ... But I don't think I'll live through it!
She drove his spike as far down her throat as she could manage without choking, when his tongue slithered over the panting lips of her vulva. Her right hand slid around his leg, slipped into the crack of his buttocks and sought his anus. Then, as her finger wiggled into his rectum, her left hand cupped and gently squeezed his testicles. It was done in an effort to take her mind off the tantalizing effect of his tongue and help her avoid building to another orgasm, she told herself. But it actually secured him in place so she could concentrate on her own sensations.
No! No! No! her mind screamed over and over, tryin? to convince her that another climax would destroy her mind. But her body paid no attention, squirming and writhing with frenzy as his tongue toyed with her clitoris. Her throat gurgled sounds of lust on his deep-seated prong, bringing her closer to the peak of excitement.
Peter's lungs were burning from the steaming heat of her panting sex that he inhaled with every breath. The hot lava bubbled and boiled in his testicles and he wanted desperately to expel the juices quickly, to put an end to the torment and pain of it. But the more he tried to force the triggering of the explosion, he discovered, the longer it took.
"Auuuugggghhh," he groaned in apparent agony. "Unnnggghh ... unnnggghhh."
Valerie felt his tongue suddenly retreat to the cavity of his mouth and was grateful for the reprieve. In the next instant his tongue plunged deep into her unsuspecting vagina. Not believing it was really happening, she remained motionless to feel the whipping serpent sweep the oozing dew from the well of her. Her mind flashed the image of her brother's handsome face, with his mouth open wide and his tongue wagging about wildly ... snaking deep into her belly.
"Nnnnnnggggghhhhh," she cried, no longer able to contain the fury of her orgasm. "Nnnggghhh ... nngghh ... nngghh...."
The first spray of his juices hit the back of her throat and she was delighted with that too, swallowing hard and bouncing wildly on his face.
"Mmmmmmm," she breathed on the shooting cannon, happy now that the floodgates had opened and her flooding juices were finally released. She continued to sip at the head of his hose after his juices were spent.
"Did you hear something?" Peter asked in a deep whisper.
"Yes ... the front door. I think someone is downstairs."
"That's Uncle Allen's voice....I thought they were in bed," Peter said nervously. "Sounds like they're coming up the stairs."
"Quick! Turn off the light," she said, holding her breath now until the room went completely dark. "Be very quiet ... I don't think they saw the light. Is your door locked?"
"No," he replied in a whisper. "I don't have a key."
"Shhhh...."
They listened with bated breath as Cathy and Allen padded past the door and on down the hall to their bedroom. The sound of their door closing was the signal that they could breath normally again, and both heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm freezing," Valerie whispered.
"Yeah ... let's get under the covers," Peter said, reaching down to pull the blankets up over them. They remained silent for a few moments, shivering uncontrollably until their body-heat warmed the bed.
"Looks like we solved your problem," Valerie's voice finally broke the silence.
"I hope so," he said. "But promise me one thing ... no more hang-ups about each other. Let's act like other brothers and sisters. You know ... not afraid to touch each other in public ... smacking an ass once in awhile ... even wrestling."
"Sounds like fun," Valerie said. "Just don't get too carried away in public."
"Okay," he yawned.
"I guess I had better go back to my room," Valerie sighed, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed again.
"Yeah. Aunt Cathy has a habit of poking her head in the door to call me in the morning ... And the next time, I hope she sees me bare-ass naked ... with a hard-on."
"Goodnight, little brother," Valerie whispered and slipped out of bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, Cathy noticed over breakfast. Peter and Valerie were especially talkative, and had apparently gotten over their timidness, she decided. And she wondered if Allen's good spirits had anything to do with the young girl that had paid so much attention to him the night before.
Just as they were locking the front door before going to bed, a family arrived to rent a cabin. It was normal for Allen to make the exhausting hike up the hill when it got dark, but Cathy had decided to go with him this time to settle her curiosity about whether anyone was having a pool party. Though it was still early, she would know just by the way the group was sitting around the campfire if they intended to go swimming or not.
The new people drove their car up the steep road as she and Allen followed on foot. Her whole body glowed with warmth when Allen took her hand in his and put his other arm around her waist.
"Let's ball in the bushes," he whispered jokingly.
"Don't be silly," she answered, giving him a slight bump with her hip. "You wouldn't want me to get my beautiful ass all scratched, would you?"
"Hmmmmm, I hadn't thought of that," he said with a laugh. "I guess I'll have to break down and take you to a motel."
"I know a great one down the road apiece."
They were still laughing as they reached the top of the hill and saw the group gathered around the campfire at the other end of the lawn. All eyes were on the new arrivals until they saw Cathy and Allen, then arms shot up to wave to them.
"Too cold to go swimming?" a man's voice called out.
"The water is warm," Allen called back, then turning to Cathy said, "Don't tell me we've got another bunch of swingers."
"About fifty-fifty," she answered. "There are a few women that got upset about the last pool party. So I wouldn't encourage them, if I were you."
That's when Cathy saw the young girl get out of her father's car and fix an approving eye on Allen. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, Cathy calculated as she scrutinized the girl's long legs and rather large breasts. And she certainly knows how to show them off, Cathy thought, wondering what her parents thought of her too-tight sweater and extremely short-shorts.
Allen's attention was focused on the young girl too, as she flittered about, pretending to help with the luggage. But Cathy resented the brazen way the blonde continued to flirt with Allen in her presence.
"Looks like you have an admirer," Cathy told Allen. "You show them the cabin, I'm going to talk to the group at the fire."
"Okay." Allen said absently and immediately moved toward the young girl, who found the two suitcases she was carrying an excellent excuse to exaggerate the movement of her hips.
"Hi," Cathy heard her say to Allen. "I'm Sally ... This is a nice place you have...."
"Here, let me help you with those," he offered, and Cathy turned away to walk across the lawn to the campfire. She couldn't resist laughing to herself at the girl's childish flirtation with Allen. And she suddenly felt proud of her nephew and niece. They were so much more mature, she decided.
"How about a drink?" from one of the men as she reached the group huddled around the fire.
"Thank you," she smiled as he pressed the drink in her hand without waiting for an answer. She took a sip and realized there was more vodka than orange-juice in the screwdrivers they were pouring from several pitchers in the circle. And Cathy knew they were trying to get up the courage to go for a swim in the nude. "Too cold for a swim?" she asked.
"We're trying to decide," another man answered and Cathy could see by their expressions that the women in the group were a little embarrassed by her presence. "What would you say?"
"Well ... the water is probably still warm," she offered, not wanting to commit herself. "It's just getting into it that's so difficult."
"Hell! Let's stop talking and do it!" from an older man.
Cathy noted his wife wasn't the least interested in the anticipated sport, but his daughter was. She was in her late teens, Cathy knew, but didn't know whether the girl was wearing anything under the robe she was wearing. Irene was one of the girls Allen had been attracted to the year before, she recalled.
"I think we should put it off for a warmer night," one of the women said.
"It won't get any warmer than this," Irene shot back. "So make up your mind. If nobody else is going for a dip ... then Daddy and I will go alone."
"Yeah! Why don't you two start it off?" from a young man across the fire from her.
"This is becoming a real drag" she sulked. "I think you're all too chicken to get undressed." The silence told her she had guessed right and she added coyly, "Well, I'm not."
The group began to stir as Irene carefully opened the robe to display her bare leg all the way up to her hip, while covering the front of her with the robe. If nothing else, she knew the men would be aroused by her display and the suggestion that she was naked under the robe. While they all stared with interest, no one made a move to join her.
Cathy felt pangs of envy as the girl, not at all discouraged, slowly slipped the rob from her shoulders, paused to look at their expressions, then let it drop in a heap to the ground. Now she was standing totally naked in the flickering light of the campfire, smiling at the men in the group.
"Anyone interested?" Irene asked coyly, turning to show them the fullness of her buttocks, accented by the deep shadow and orange light of the fire. She had her eye on one of the young men in the circle, but he seemed to be on a short leash, held securely by his wife.
"What a bunch of deadheads," her father said dryly. Then he also took off his robe, exhibited his building erection to the suddenly shocked audience, and handed his robe to his embarrassed wife without looking at her. "Let's go, Irene. We can streak across the lawn and dive into the pool."
"If the rest of you are too chicken," she said, "then don't bother to turn on the pool lights. My Daddy and I aren't going to put on a show for you to masturbate to...." Then she turned, took her father's hand and they raced off across the lawn toward the pool.
Cathy noticed the young man Irene had been eyeing was prompting his wife to get up. Then they walked off in the direction of the pool, fully dressed, but she knew he was trying to coax his wife into going for a swim. Coming from the direction the couple was heading to were Allen and his new admirer. She seemed to be all aflutter, as she chatted constantly, Cathy thought.
Gradually the others got up and hesitantly moved toward the pool also. Cathy waited beside the fire, sipping her drink, for Allen to reach her. Then ignoring the girl's presence, she told him, "They're going for a swim."
"Hey! That sounds like fun," Sally immediately chirped up. "Are you going for a swim, Allen?"
"You have to have your parent's permission," Cathy said in a soft, sweet voice. "They're...."
"Oh, my parents won't mind," Sally interrupted her.
"Are you sure?" Cathy continued to be pleasant, even though the girl was totally ignoring her presence.
"They're swimming in the nude," Allen clarified the point in a whisper.
"Oh ... I see...." she stammered. " ... My mother wouldn't ... Do I have to tell them?"
"Yes," he answered, adding quickly, "But Cathy and I aren't going either. Sometimes they get rowdy ... and ... well, we always end up in the middle of a bad scene."
Cathy turned to place her empty glass on one of the benches, but caught a glimpse of Allen giving the girl a playful pat on the rump when he thought she couldn't see him. The girl giggled at his sudden interest in her behind and Cathy was annoyed at the thought of her being rewarded for her coquettishness.
But now, as she pretended to pay attention to the conversation over the breakfast table, she wondered why Allen's playful pats didn't make her jealous. Was it because she was confident he wouldn't stray too far from the nest? she asked herself. Or was it because she had matured to the point where she could understand someone wanting a little diversification? That was understandable, she rationalized, glancing at Peter and knowing how much she wanted to spend another afternoon satisfying her lustful desire to be his teacher.
As Allen talked about all the chores he had to do today, Cathy thought back to their stop at the pool the night before. The underwater lights were on by the time they got there and she was impressed with the effect it gave to the nude bodies in the water. It seemed to magnify and flatter them, she recalled vividly. But it was Irene that she decided was the prettiest, with the best shape, and the most likely to succeed.
She and Allen watched, arm-in-arm, as the swimmers were getting acquainted with each other's bodies before pairing off. Irene was the only one bent on seducing a particular male and was using her father to attract the young man's attention from his wife.
While her mother sat watching from the darkness alongside the pool, Irene maneuvered her father closer to the couple and under the guise of playing, managed to show them how uninhibited she was. Her father responded by chasing her with his stiff member and poking her with it when he caught her. Irene would casually reach down and take his prong from between her legs and move it to the side, laughing to show how much she enjoyed it, and making a point of pressing her breasts against him at the same time. Then she would fake another escape, always in the direction of the young man, whose wife was getting angry with the attention he was paying to Irene.
Cathy wanted to fill her fantasy at that point. She wanted to strip off her clothes and swim the length of the pool and back, just to satisfy her ego. She knew her naked body would draw the young man's attention away from Irene, she told herself. But she managed to contain the impulse and just watch.
Irene's father caught her around the waist, tucked her under his arm so her buttocks were facing forward, and pretended to give her a spanking. Then he screwed his finger up her rectum and released his grip around her waist, laughing as she kicked and splashed to free herself from his digit. The young man and his wife also found it funny as they watched. But he moved quickly and lifted the wife into the same position he had Irene and offered the target to her husband. Unable to refuse for fear the old man would do it if he didn't, he moved forward to drive his finger between the twin globes of flesh, but was suddenly attacked by Irene. She was pretending to be coming to the defense of his wife, but in doing so, she managed to get his weapon between her legs. And, she thought her game of pitting the men against the girls was the perfect ploy to cover-up her seduction of the girl's husband so she wouldn't get mad.
The four of them were kicking and splashing in the water, with Irene yelling instructions to the girl to escape, while she held the husband. At the same time she was trying to impale herself on the young man's spike. And while he wasn't encouraging, or helping Irene accomplish the task, he wasn't resisting either.
Cathy felt very uneasy as she watched the foursome. Something told her the man's wife would be furious when she discovered Irene had seduced him. But the real threat, from a business standpoint, would come if Irene's father decided to take his kicking, screaming captive by force, thinking it was all part of the game and his just reward. It would be a clear case of rape, Cathy decided, putting Allen and herself in a bad position as spectators.
Just then Irene's father reached out and pulled her clutching, clawing body from the girl's husband. He was a powerful man, Cathy realized as he held both girls now; one under his arm and the other on his chest, kicking and swinging her arms wildly to get free. With the ease of a man with that strength, he handed the girl over to her husband. Cathy could see the relief in the girl's expression. And Irene resigned herself to the fact that she had lost her golden opportunity and stopped struggling.
As Cathy was about to turn to Allen and suggest they leave, she saw Irene's buttocks slowly slipping down her father's stomach, with his menacing spear aimed at the junction of her legs. It was an interesting turn of events and Cathy decided to wait a little longer to see the outcome.
Irene was facing the young couple, who stood a few feet away, watching with wide eyes and amazed expressions. She grinned helplessly at them as her father's spike began to poke at her vulva, seeking entrance. Then she squirmed slightly to seat the big, blunt knob and told the young man with her eyes that it could have heen his. Then her eyes closed as her father ran the full length of his ramrod into her.
Cathy found herself wondering what Irene's mother must be thinking as she watched from the sidelines. It must be a strange feeling, she told herself, to watch your husband fuck your daughter. To know every inch of his cock and how it feels in your cunt. And to see your daughter squirming with delight as she takes your man's cock into her young slit ... and offering him young, firm flesh to inspire him on. She glanced down then and saw the bulge in Allen's pants, pleased to know her own arousal by the scene Would be satisfied when they got back to the house.
Meanwhile, Irene's father gently lifted her up to the tip of his swollen meat and pulled her down again, to piston his rod in-and-out of her yielding body. She was no longer interested in anyone else, but was totally committed to her father's steady, slow-motion strokes. And the scene drew the attention of the other swimmers, who seemed awestruck by the magnified details of the underwater seduction. But Irene and her father were apparently unaware of the audience, as they concentrated on their water ballet.
The father's free hand moved tenderly, lovingly over her breasts, stomach and pubic hair, bringing Irene to the peak of excitement. When he lifted her completely off his thick pole, she suddenly seemed terrified by the void in her sucking tunnel. But he simply turned her and filled the void with his long thick meat again, pumping it into her faster now as he clutched her to his chest with one arm, while his other reached down to finger her anus and drive her wild. t As if on cue, the others tossed out their inhibitions and actively sought the one they wanted to share their own burning, itching, craving loins with. Allen too was getting impatient and tugged at Cathy's arm.
"In a minute," she whispered, shifting from one foot to the other to contain the itch in her crotch.
Irene grabbed a fistful of her father's hair and pulled his head to her chest, filling his mouth with breast-meat. Then she threw her head back and reached a climax.
Cathy waited impatiently as they worked their groins together and drank in the last sensations of the union. Then they slowly separated, their combined juices forming a cloud in the side-lighted water and slithered between their stomachs to the surface of the water.
Irene lowered her back on the water and floated in that position, while her father walked toward the side of the pool. His wife met him there with a towel and his robe and helped dry him off. The way a mother treats a child, Cathy thought.
"If I stay here another minute I'm going to jump in with them!" Allen warned.
Cathy turned then and they made a dash back down the hill toward the house. And, she gave Allen a knowing smile across the table now as she recalled the intense heat of his passion when they got to their bedroom to satisfy their own lusts. He returned her smile with a wink and she knew he got the message.
"Anyone feel like helping a tired old man vacuum the pool?" Allen asked. And Peter volunteered without hesitating.
"How about another cup of coffee?" Cathy asked Valerie, who seemed to be daydreaming herself.
"Oh ... sure. I'll get it," she answered.
Cathy waited for the door to close behind Allen and Peter before saying, "I guess this is a good time to have our talk."
"I forgot all about that," Valerie replied, placing the full cups of hot coffee on the table. "I guess I was upset last night. You know ... kinda mixed up about what happened. It was my first experience with someone of my own sex ... and I had to get my head on straight. But I'm fine now."
"To tell you the truth, Kitten," Cathy said, wondering if she could learn to talk with a velvety sound like Valerie's, "I wasn't thinking about our little woman-to-woman fun. That came about by accident, I guess. I was so aroused before you got there, that it just seemed like a simple solution to my need. And you seemed to have the same problem."
"Well ... that was why I was so moody last night," Valerie explained. "For awhile there I wasn't sure about you ... or about myself. But after I went to bed ... and gave it some serious thought, I realized there wasn't anything wrong with either of us."
"I'm sorry that you even had a little discomfort over it," Cathy said seriously. "It just never occurred to me that it was anything more than a mutual release. I'm really sorry...."
"That's okay," Valerie said with a smile. "Like I said, everything worked out fine when I went to bed."
"What I did want to talk to you about was something you said yesterday," Cathy said slowly, trying to convey to the girl that she wanted to help.
"What did I say?" Valerie asked with a puzzled look, fearing it may be something she'd regret.
"When I asked you if you'd ever been with a man," Cathy continued to talk slowly, choosing her words carefully, "you said, 'yes,' but I got the impression it was a painful experience."
"Oh...." Valerie wasn't prepared to answer and found herself taken back by the fact that it had been so obvious.
"Don't get me wrong," Cathy said. "I'm not trying to pry into your life or anything like that. I just thought I might be able to help. Sometimes just talking about a problem is all the help a person needs."
"Yes ... I know. I often wished I could talk to my mother ... or anyone, for that matter...."
"I can understand how you feel about your mother," Cathy said with a sigh. "We grew up together and I could never really get close to her either."
"I don't suppose ... it would make any difference if I told you," Valerie said, staring into her coffee.
"If you're afraid I'll tell anyone ... especially your mother ... you don't have a thing to worry about."
"It's funny how one little mistake can screw-up so many lives," Valerie sighed. "I know it screwed-up Peter and Mom...."
"Why don't you just talk and I'll sit here and listen," Cathy said. "That way you won't have to be defensive, or answer any embarrassing questions. You can just tell what you want to tell and leave out the rest."
Valerie took a deep breath and began her story......" I guess all girls go through a stage where they fall madly in love with their fathers. For me, Daddy was the handsomest, most wonderful man alive. When I was with him, I felt safe, happy, proud and very important. He had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the world; his little girl and the only one he ever loved.
One of my biggest thrills was climbing on his leg and bouncing on it like I was riding a pony. His thick leg between mine felt delicious. But the biggest thrill, when I was very young, was just being face to face with my hero, laughing and playing without a care in the world. Then just about the time I started to realize how nice it was to bounce my little hairless cookie on his leg, Mom began to interrupt our games and make us stop. The itch got so bad in my hungry slit I would do anything to keep his leg there, which usually got me a spanking from my mother for not doing as I was told.
My father must have known how badly I needed that ride, because he was always letting me get on his leg. Naturally, I soon learned to only go "pony-riding" when my mother wasn't around. And it turned out better anyway, because when we were alone my father would rub my legs with his strong hands and slip one into my panties to rub my little ass. He let me rub that itching slit to my heart's content, while he massaged my ass and played hide-and-seek with my buttonhole.
It was very confusing to me that Mom never made me stop when one of my uncles put me on his knee and bounced me up and down. But it was never the same with anyone else and I really didn't care for their silly games. Especially when one of them would use the pony-ride as an excuse to feel my ass. Only my father could do that! And I loved it when he did.
But the older I got, the more Mom interfered with my showing any affection to my father. She was constantly nagging me to stop pressing against him, to leave him alone, to stop bothering him. And nagging him if he slapped me playfully on the ass. It got so bad, she even criticized the way I kissed him in the morning, or when he came home from work.
I was terribly jealous of Peter, because he could do all the things I wanted to do. Like taking a bath with Daddy and getting in bed with him on mornings when he slept late. And I hated Mom for not letting me do anything with my father. She even put a wall between Peter and me with her fanatic rules about not allowing anyone to see our naked bodies.
Then one afternoon, when I was fifteen, Mom and Peter went shopping and I was in my room trying on my bathing suits from the year before. I was standing before the mirror naked when I heard my father coming down the hall. It gave me the most sensational thrill to imagine that he could see me like that. To see how nice my tits were developing. To see the crop of hairs around my maturing pussy.
"Are you in there?" he asked, knocking on the door.
"Yes, Daddy," I answered, still looking in the mirror and hoping he wouldn't ask if it was all right to come in. A chill shot up my spine when I saw the door opening in the mirror and watched him come into the room.
"Oh! Excuse me!" he gulped.
"It's my fault," I said ouickly and impulsively turned to face him. "I should have told you...."
His eyes were drinking in every inch of me and I felt weak in the knees. I loved it. But he started backing out of the room and I didn't want him to leave. Not right away. I wanted to display my nakedness for just a few forbidden moments before he left.
"I was just trying on my bathing suits," I said, scooping up my robe to cover the front of me, so he wouldn't be embarrassed. Of course I knew he could see my ass reflecting in the mirror, but pretended I didn't. "Did you want something?" I asked, halting his retreat.
"No ... nothing important....".His eyes were looking past me into the mirror and I could feel the delight of it starting to itch in my pussy.
"Have you got a minute? I'd like you to see why I need a new bathing suit," I said, dropping the robe and quickly pulling on the nearest one. A one-piece suit from several years ago. "See what I mean? I've grown out of them."
"You sure have," he mumbled, eyeing the too-tight outfit that barely covered the nipples of my blossoming tits.
"I can't wear this to the beach." I added, letting go of the neck straps, which sent my tits popping out. See?"
"Mmmmm ... you'd sure be the hit of the r beach though," he joked, staring at them with i hunger in his eyes.
"Daddy!" I laughed, rushing to him and I throwing my arms around his neck, pressing my aching, longing tits against his chest. I planted a big kiss on his lips and almost died from the thrill of feeling his hands come up my I sides and fondle my breasts. I even moved back a little so he could feel the rock-hard nipples. "You get more beautiful every day," he I whispered.
"Mmmm ... you make me tingle all over when you say things like that," I sighed, grinding my pelvis against his, but finding a big bulge there instead. I was so naive, I thought he had something in his pocket.
His hands swept down my sides and over my back, rubbing every inch of bare skin. As his mouth covered mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth, he pulled down the rest of the bathing suit and his hands were like slithering serpents, covering every inch of me. I groaned with delight when his finger found my asshole and slipped into it. His other hand seemed to be trembling when he slid it down my stomach and his fingers combed through my pussy-hair. Then his finger parted my cunt-lips and I was on my way to an orgasm. His finger lingered and toyed with me there and the soft touches of it brought me to a climax.
Without saying a word, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. Then he stripped off his clothes and I saw my very first hard-on. It was so big and menacing, that I couldn't take my eyes off it. His hands spread my legs wide apart and I watched him bring that long, thick pole right up to the door of my weeping cunt.
"This is going to hurt a little," he whispered.
"I don't care!" I cried. "I love you ... and I want you more than anything else."
The blunt head of it pressed forward, hurting and burning, but I wiggled and squirmed on it, wanting it desperately. It seemed to take forever to break through that obstacle ... then suddenly it came down hard and he was driving it all the way into me. I screamed, cried and pulled him tighter, thinking the pain would go away if I was pressed tight against my father's body.
"It hurts, Daddy," I whimpered.
"I love you more than anything in the world," he whispered, and I didn't care how much it hurt.
Them the throbbing and pounding in my cunt grew unbearable and I found myself building to a delicious new orgasm. Suddenly I felt something warm and fluid filling me. It washed away the burning sensation and I was humping his cock for all it was worth. I thought I was going to faint from the thrills it was pumping clear up to my belly and brain. And then my body flushed all the anxiety, pain, fear and longing onto his throbbing, spitting cock.
Almost before I could catch my breath, he took it out of me, ignoring my plea for more and started to get dressed. Which may not sound like the most romantic seduction on record, but for me it was the greatest. And I knew we had to hurry before Mom got back.
As soon as the soreness went away, I found myself constantly searching for that moment when we could be alone again. I felt so wonderful ... so all grown-up. And I didn't blame my mother for trying to keep us separated anymore. I wouldn't want to share that hunk of man with anyone either, I told myself. But we had foiled her selfish plot to keep him all to herself and I was itching for another chance. It made me feel like a woman ... and I wanted more of it.
The days dragged into weeks as I waited for another opportunity. It was an agonizing wait, because Peter always seemed to be there when Mom wasn't and we had to be sure the both of them would be gone long enough to enjoy our encounter. In the meantime, we were giving each other secret smiles and touches that went unnoticed. And I was constantly looking for brief meetings, to press my body against his, to give him open-mouth kisses I found so exciting now, and to feel for that telltale bulge in his pants.
It was five weeks to the day when we finally got our chance. Mother was taking Peter to the dentist and we were alone at last. I was so anxious that I tore off my sweater and bra in the living room and began hand-feeding my aching tit into his mouth. Mom was just backing out of the driveway and Daddy got nervous, fearing she would come back for something. He sent me to my room and said he would be up in a few minutes.
I raced up to my bedroom, pulled off my slacks and panties in one motion and waited for him on the bed. Those few minutes even seemed like hours. But then his head came poking in the door, smiling, devouring me with his eyes and I was so happy I almost came at the sight of him.
He stripped, climbed on the bed and started kissing me all over. I loved it, but I wanted that big stick of his more than anything else. When I saw he was so engrossed in kissing my tits and feeling my ass, I slid down and began kissing the giant head of his cock. I almost died when I felt his hot mouth come between my legs and his wet tongue kick at my clit.
"Fuck me, Daddy," I cried, when his tongue swept into my dew-lined cunt. "That's all I want, Daddy ... just to have you fuck me."
He laughed at my pleading, but brought his weapon right to my pussy. We stared into each other's eyes for one breathless moment and then he drove it into me.
"It's all yours, Kitten," he said.
"I love it, Daddy. I love it and I love you ... and it-it doesn't hurt this time."
That big slab of pulsing meat gave me more thrills than I ever dreamed were possible. It felt as though it was driving up into my belly, through my chest and into my throat, choking me with its delicious thickness. I think I had an orgasm with every breath I took. Of course my mind wasn't functioning rationally at the time, so anything was possible. All I know for sure is, I was floating on a cloud and my body was filled to the breaking point with my father's cock.
The only thing I could hear, in my dream-like world, was the grunts and groans he was uttering and I knew he was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying him. And I went wild, kicking and clawing, scratching and gasping, when that cannon fired the first volley into me. I could feel myself drowning in a thick, sticky cream, as he emptied his full load into me. The air in the room seemed saturated with an odor so strong it was almost impossible to breathe, as my joy-juices mixed with his and spilled out of my over-crowded pussy.
We took our time coming down from the summit and grinding out those last precious drops of delight, when the world shattered. Mom's voice cut through us like a cold steel sword....
Valerie was silent then. Her eyes filled with tears and she stared blankly at the center of the table.
Cathy wanted to rush over to her and hug her tight to show she understood. She wanted to say something that would take away the pain. But all she could manage to utter was, "I can just imagine the scene that followed."
"No," Valerie said, sniffing and swallowing hard to hold back the tears. "She turned and left the room. Naturally, my father dressed quickly and followed her to their bedroom, where she really exploded. And, she unleashed all her fury on Dad."
Cathy waited silently while her niece sobbed openly for a few brief moments before gaining her composure. Then she said, "I guess you had a pretty strained relationship with her after that, though...."
"Oh no," Valerie said. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and seemed to be over the emotional strain. "On the contrary. Mom told me she didn't blame me in the least. Even when I told her how I enticed him into doing it. But she screamed and carried on so with my father that he stormed out of the house ... [her eyes filled now and overflowed. She cried openly.] ... and ... and that's when ... he got----got ... killed ... in the auto accident."
"Oh, Valerie," Cathy said, also choked with emotion by this unknown fact. "I ... didn't ... know...."
"Only Mom and I knew. I guess that's why she kept us so shut-off from everyone else."
"It's just hard to believe your mother ... knowing her as well as I do ... didn't make your life miserable."
"After the funeral she told me my father had been cheating for years and I shouldn't blame myself for anything that happened. Which was hard to accept at the time."
"Yes, I guess it would be...."
"But she also told me that she ... well, she ... also had an affair ... with her father ... Your father!"
"I'll be damned!" Cathy said. "I never even suspected ... though I was jealous, because she was always his favorite. But I never dreamed...."
"Anyway," Valerie sighed, "I do feel better now that I've told someone. But, as you can see, the only two times I've had intercourse ... it turned out to be painful...."
"Yes. I understand," Cathy said and began clearing the breakfast dishes from the table. "But you've got your whole life ahead of you ... you have to get over those past experiences. Just remember, the first time was painful be cause you were a very young virgin. The second time ... who knows? You said it was great. What happened to your father after that may have happened anyway ... even if your mother hadn't returned. So just be thankful you had that second experience. Then take your mother's advice and stop blaming yourself."
They didn't talk about it after that. When the breakfast dishes were put away they both went in search of Allen and Peter at the pool. It seemed like a good day to go shopping, Cathy thought, and Valerie agreed with new enthusiasm in her voice.
CHAPTER SIX
Cathy was pleased with their trip to Lake George Village. The town was excitingly alive with tourists, which quickly put them in a party mood. The shopping was fun, Cathy decided, and it took Valerie's mind off the anguish she had gone through telling her story. They had lunch in a small Italian restaurant and talked about the clothes they wanted to buy and joked about the contrasting assortment of styles the girls in town were wearing.
During dinner that night, Peter told them how everyone was talking about having another pool party and wanted to know if he could go watch the event. Cathy was annoyed that Allen didn't join her in trying to discourage the boy. Then after several rounds of explanations, telling him why it wasn't a good idea, in the nicest way she could, she finally had to tell him he was too young. That it was restricted to married couples and sometimes it got out of hand. His face dropped, but he accepted the decision.
"Who would want to watch a bunch of old married people swimming nude?" Valerie added.
"I just thought it might be good for laughs," Peter sighed.
Just then, when it was settled that he couldn't go, Allen said, "Then why don't you and I check the grounds after the late news on television?"
Cathy would have liked to hit Allen over the head with something. Something hard. "I really don't think it's a good idea, Allen," she said through clenched teeth.
"Well now. Just because we're going to check the grounds doesn't mean we're going near the pool. The closest we'll probably get to the pool is when we check to see that the fireplace in the rec-hall is okay."
Cathy was furious with the way he handled the situation, but didn't say anymore. In a way, she was happy to see the two of them getting along so well, she decided. Peter needed a man in his life to guide him through some of his painful experiences. And later that night, when Allen came to bed, he explained that he had already promised the boy they would watch the pool party. And in the days that followed, she began to realize that the four of them were slipping into a close family routine.
On Sunday, however, Cathy's sister called from Florida and it depressed everyone. Valerie and Peter spoke briefly to their mother, told her they were fine and got a vague answer to their questions about when she'd be returning home. But Pam confided in Cathy and asked her if the kids could stay a little longer. Her musician-boyfriend was on his way to California and she had been asked to go with him. It would mean another two-to-three weeks, she explained, adding that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Cathy assured her that they didn't mind having the kids and it was settled very quickly. But Cathy was annoyed at the way her sister gave Peter and Valerie the impression she was just dropping them for her new boyfriend.
While she hadn't paid much attention to Peter, since the afternoon in the solarium, Cathy hadn't put him out of her mind. She desperately wanted to enjoy the thrill of being the first woman he seduced, she told herself with growing anxiety. But his reaction to their first encounter made her think it would be wiser to let him recover from that experience before trying again. Now that he seemed in better spirits and had been so anxious to watch the pool party, she decided the time was approaching for another effort.
In the days that followed, however, Cathy found that Peter was becoming so friendly with Allen, that the both of them were constantly doing things that took him away from the house. She was beginning to feel as though see only saw them at mealtimes. And Peter was going out after dinner every night to join the guests in their nightly volleyball games. When Allen and Valerie started going to the games too, Cathy decided she didn't care how tired she was, she wasn't going to stay in the house alone
"Watch Peter," Allen whispered, as they stood beside the campfire watching the game. "He's got the hots for that kid Sally."
"Really!" Cathy said with surprise.
"She's a real cock-teaser," Allen said in a low voice so the others at the campfire couldn't hear. "And Peter is tripping over himself to impress her. She really turns it on for him."
It was pretty evident, Cathy decided as she watched the two of them now. She couldn't help being a little jealous and envious of the young girl. But at the same time, she was also proud of the way Peter and Valerie seemed to have improved since they had been there.
"How long has this been going on?" Cathy whispered.
"Since he first laid eyes on her," he answered.
"I hope Peter knows what he's doing," Cathy said.
"There's nothing to worry about," Allen responded. "She's just a big tease. And I told the kid not to expect too much. I think he's got a bad case of puppy-love, that's all."
"And when they leave on Sunday, his heart will be broken," Cathy said with concern.
"Balls! It's all a part of growing up," Allen shot back, pleased with his work as a matchmaker and forgetting the pain of his own experiences when he was that age.
Though Cathy's prediction came true on Sunday morning, she hadn't realized just how sensitive Peter really was. When the girl drove off with her parents, the boy became so depressed he didn't want to leave his room. And they were too busy with the rush of the weekend business for Cathy or Allen to give him any comfort. After Valerie's unsuccessful attempts to joke him out of his depression, they all decided to let him work it out alone. Since he wasn't interested in helping Allen on his trip to Glens Falls for supplies, Valerie offered to take his place for the weekly shopping chore.
After Cathy saw Allen and Valerie off, giving them last minute instructions on what they should try to find for her, she went up to Peter's room to see if he was any better. Her concern was only natural, she told herself, wondering what he did all day locked in his room this way. But she was convinced she could cheer him up, now that they were alone.
She knocked on his door and asked, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah," he grumbled.
"Are you all right, Peter?" she asked, opening the door wide and waiting for his answer.
"Yeah. I'm okay," he mumbled.
"You haven't been eating right for the past few days ... and you stay in your room ... are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm all right. I just ... want to be alone. That's all."
She went to the side of the bed and put her hand on his forehead, pretending to feel for a temperature. She could see how this annoyed him, but he didn't say anything.
"Hmmmm ... you do feel a little feverish," she remarked softly.
"I'm all right, Aunt Cathy. I just feel like being alone ... for awhile."
"Now you listen to me, Peter. Your uncle and I are responsible for you kids and I don't want either of you getting sick while you're here." she said in a stern voice.
"But ... I'm telling you ... I'm fine," he moaned.
Cathy knew he was back to his escape in self-pity and was determined not to let him get away with it this time. While she did admit to selfish motives on the one hand, she also felt it was her duty to be a good guardian on the other. And at the moment, she found it very satisfying that both sides were to her lusty advantage.
"You'd better come with me," she said, taking his wrist and pulling him out of bed. She knew he was strong enough to prevent her from doing it' but he was too timid to try to stop her.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, fearing she intended taking him to a doctor. He had no way of knowing she knew about his broken romance and though she was acting the same way his mother would act under the circumstances.
"I'm going to take your temperature. That's all," she said in a firm, matter-of-fact voice.
Knowing that she wouldn't find anything abnormal, he allowed her to lead him by the wrist to the bathroom. In fact, he was looking forward to telling her, "I told you so," when she discovered his temperature was normal. Then he could return to his misery and not be bothered anymore, he decided.
Cathy tried to act out the part of an antiseptic nurse in handling him. But her insides were pounding furiously at the enjoyment she would derive from the medicine she had in store for him. She did her best to show a cool, impersonal attitude as she got the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. His sulking stance, as he waited patiently for her to get it over with, only added to the excitement building inside her. She forced herself to be very slow as she took the thermometer from its case, washed it, shook it, and carefully took a final reading.
"All right," she said coolly, placing her hand on his hip, "bend over."
"What!" he exclaimed with alarm.
"You heard me. Bend over." Without waiting for a response, she pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees and pushed his shoulders forward with her free hand.
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he complained, with a helpless note in his voice, finding himself bending unwillingly to her pressing hand on his shoulder.
"We'll see," she said. "Just hold still and stop complaining."
Her left hand came down and she carefully spread the deep crease between the mounds of flesh apart and she inserted the glass thermometer rod into the sucked-in anus with her right hand. The anguished moans that escaped from his lips excited her more.
"Don't move," she ordered, releasing him now with the thermometer firmly secured in his rectum. She felt weak from the sight of his bare hindquarters and obedient stance. And as she stepped back to brace herself against the wall, she caught a fleeting glimpse of his erect penis.
Cathy had never experienced the role of commanding someone to do as she said, until Peter arrived. It made her feel light-headed and dizzy to tell him to do something and watch him obey, even though he didn't want to do it There was a wicked sense of enjoyment watching him stand there, bent at the waist, with the thermometer protruding from the crack in his buttocks. She knew he'd rather be dead than standing there in such a humiliating position. And this thought thrilled her more.
"That should be long enough," she said, reaching down with her left hand to separate the globes of flesh again, with the tip of one of her fingers touching those sensitive sacks that dangled between his legs. She knew the touch tantalized and excited him more by the way his muscles tensed. But she carefully, slowly withdrew the glass tube from his hot rectum and stared at it.
"Hmmmm ... seems normal," she said, as though thinking out loud.
"See? I told you!" he sneered, reaching down to pull up his pajamas and trying to hide his erection from her eyes.
"Don't be in such a hurry, young man," she snapped back, pulling his hand away from the pajama pants. "Let's just put it back again and make sure it was in long enough."
He gave out a loud moan of displeasure as she went through the ritual again. It was almost too humiliating to bear, he thought as he waited in his bent position, with her standing behind him staring at his exposed rump. And his erection was of even greater embarrassment, he decided, wishing his male member wouldn't expose his inner feelings with such profound visual evidence.
"Let's have a look," Cathy said, this time just slipping the thermometer from his rectum. "Hmmmm ... no temperature."
"Can I pull up my pants now?" he asked with a trace of sarcasm in his voice.
"As a matter-of-fact," Cathy said with equal sarcasm, "NO! Take off the top ... and get into the shower."
"Wha ... I don't understand...." he stammered.
"Do as I say, Peter. Get into the shower. I'm tired of your foolishness ... we'll do it my way now."
The tone of her voice was threatening enough to make him move faster. He unbuttoned his pajamas and dropped the top on the floor and quickly stepped into the shower stall.
"Be sure to scrub real good," she said in a happier tone of voice, picking up his pajamas and depositing them in the hamper. "And when you finish, I want you to get dressed and go mow the lawn, so Uncle Allen doesn't have to do it when he gets back."
He wanted to close the frosted glass door on the shower stall, but wasn't sure she wanted him to and decided it would be best to just do as he was told. As he soaped himself, wondering why she had made him take a shower, he noticed that she was taking off her clothes and putting them in the hamper now. His excitement grew with the thought of what could follow.
"Are you doing a good job?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Yes," he answered quickly, scrubbing harder and faster.
"Do you want me to scrub your back?" she asked.
"No thanks. I can get it."
As he stepped out of the shower she handed him a towel and stepped into the shower herself. He couldn't help ogling her naked body as she passed and found his erection throbbing much faster now. But, her attitude seemed to close the door to what he thought was going to happen when he saw her strip.
"Would you mind doing my back?" she asked sweetly.
"Okay"' he said with enthusiasm, dropping the towel and stepping into the stall with her. This was a pleasant surprise, he thought, his eyes devouring the golden tan flesh of her buttocks as he soaped and scrubbed her back, from the shoulders to just above the point where he longed to run his fingers.
Cathy noticed the wide-eyed look he gave her naked body as she walked by him. It gave her a delightful chill to be admired with such a hungry look. She loved the sinister thrill of seeing his male muscle so rigid and up-right, knowing, without the slightest doubt, that she was responsible for its behavior. The ego-trip made her feel so young and carefree, she thought, as the itch between her legs grew stronger.
"Afraid to touch my ass?" she asked coyly.
"No," he answered in a slightly higher than usual voice.
"Then wash it for me," she laughed, with a little wiggle to inspire him.
Peter's hands slid down her back and over the twin globes. His lust for her body settled as a big lump in his throat, that made it difficult to swallow and almost impossible to breathe.
"The crack too," she reminded him, getting a thrill from the game she was playing.
His fingers eagerly went to the task of soaping the deep crevice. When his finger-tip touched the hidden button-hole there, his phallus throbbed with a threatening tempo that was dangerously close to the beat of a climax, he noted with alarm.
"Mmmmm ... you're very talented, Peter," she cooed. "I may never want to take a shower without you ... If it's not asking too much ... would you mind soaping up your finger and running it up my asshole?"
She could hear him swallow hard at that suggestion, then felt his finger wiggle and squirm into the tight tunnel, forcing her joyjuices to seep from the lips of her panting sexmouth.
She couldn't explain the reason for getting so much pleasure from making him feel inferior and subservient. The same result, she knew, could be attained by being coy and teasing. But that would simply make him an aggressive male, taking what he wanted, she decided. And for now, she wanted to play the aggressive role, knowing the opportunity might never come again.
"Would you like to do the front of me, Peter?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes," he gulped, popping his finger from her rectum, which caused her to quickly slip her hand down between her legs to cover the well of escaping juices. Then she turned and watched his eyes grow even wider at the sight of the presents she offered him now.
His eyes avoided hers as he soaped her full, firm breasts with his bare hands. The hard nipples quivered in his palms and he quickly moved them down to her stomach to avoid ejaculating from the sensation. The nest of hair between her legs presented more excitement to his already over-excited sex-machine and he stepped away from her in an effort to stop the short fuse on his stick of dynamite.
Cathy understood his problem and simply turned to rinse the soap from her body. When she turned back to face him, he stepped forward, staring her straight in the eyes now and planted his spear in the wet triangle of hair between her legs.
"Not here, Peter," she whispered. "Let's go to the solarium where it's comfortable."
Without saying a word, he turned and led the way, walking fast, due to the urgency of his throbbing muscle. Cathy followed at a slower pace, allowing her mind to savor the tingling sensations her body was sending out at the prospect of at last knowing the satisfaction it hungered for. When she entered the sun-filled room at the end of the hall, she saw Peter standing at the far end, staring out into the woods behind the house.
"All that fooling around," he said without turning, "got me so excited that I'm practically ready to come."
"I understand," she said softly.
He turned to face her then and said, "My second shot is the best anyway."
"Yes...." she breathed, watching his hand drop to fist the large spear between his legs. "But why don't you let me do that?" she added, moving quickly toward him.
It was too late, she realized, halting abruptly to watch the serpent's head spit its venom into the air and fall in wads of creamy syrup at her feet. When the last of it was spent, she went to him and replaced his hand with the long, slender fingers of her own. She could see his body tense from the touch of her experienced fingers and continued stroking the long, thick meat, keeping it erect and hard in the process.
"You've got a beautiful gift there," she purred. "Do you want to give it to your Aunt Cathy?"
"Oh yes," he answered emphatically.
"Let's go over to the lounge then," she said, holding his stiff rod in her fist as they walked. "And, I want you to kiss me first, then feel and touch me all over. When you feel it's time ... and not before ... you just put it where it belongs."
Encouraged now by the freedom she was giving him, he moved with new confidence. His approach was a little awkward, but he managed to help her recline on the chaise lounge and got on it beside her. Then he covered her mouth with his and sent his tongue in to chase hers, while his hands caressed and fondled her breasts.
Cathy was trembling with anticipation, her hand still holding his phallus to insure its continued stiffness. Her hand measured the length and thickness, telling her body just what to expect and almost how it was going to feel. But it wasn't just having him fill the craving in her body that she longed for; it was that she was the first woman he was going to experience that she wanted with equal lust. She wanted to see and feel his reaction to his first penetration into the warmth, softness and dampness of that orifice he had only been able to dream about. His fingers were there now, exploring the treasure he would soon possess, and she wondered what would go through his young mind when his dream finally became a reality.
Peter's mouth was busy sucking at her breasts now; first one side, then the other. She marveled at how fast he was learning to please a woman. While his sucking mouth was bringing pleasure to her breasts, one of his hands remained between her legs, touching and toying with her clit one minute and her anus the next. She felt weak from the torment he inflicted with his anxious fingers and thirsty mouth.
Cathy released her grip his pulsing organ, suddenly swept away by the sensations he was bringing to all the erogenous areas of her body. She was totally submissive now, building to the peak of excitement as he tantalized her with his little-boy attack on her naked flesh. It was all new to him, she told herself. He was hungry to feast on the parts of her body that had been forbidden to him for all these years.
When he moved between her legs and lifted them high in the air, she thought he was ready now to fill her with his huge meat. But instead, his mouth came down to suck at the flaming tunnel and she couldn't stop the urgent need to reach the height of her building orgasm and release it. Then his tongue slithered around the steaming tunnel and she was at the summit.
"Oh yes...." she whispered. "I love it ... I love it...."
"Mmmmmmm...." he responded while his tongue continued to dance at the vestibule to her Garden of Eden. The sound gave his tongue a vibrating motion, which thrilled her more.
"OH! Peter!" she screeched, when the tip of his tongue parted her hot lips and threatened to enter her hot furnace. She held her breath to see if he dare go in any further.
"Ahhhhhhh...." he moaned, then plunged his tongue into the steaming heat of her sucking tunnel.
"Oh ... oh ... OH!" she cried, releasing her grip on the exploding orgasm and letting it flush from her screaming, burning insides, thrilled with his darting, licking, whipping tongue in the depths of her vagina.
"Mmmmmmm...." he continued to moan, letting the vibrations torment her the way she tormented him.
When she opened her eyes, Peter was over her staring into her face with a big grin. It confused Cathy completely. Was this the young boy that ran off, with tears in his eyes, when he ejaculated prematurely the last time? Could this be the same kid she was just giving a rectal thermometer to? she asked herself.
Cathy looked up into his handsome face and asked softly, "Where'd you learn how to do that?"
"I think I read it somewhere," he answered. "Was it good, Aunt Cathy?"
"Oh, yes, Peter. It was sensational!"
"Would you like me to tongue your ... asshole?"
"No. I don't think I could take another surprise like the one you just gave me."
"You know, Aunt Cathy, when I first came here I was the most frustrated guy in the world. But these past few weeks have been a whole new way of life for me. Back home I was beginning to think I'd never see a naked girl ... and believe me, I was terribly frustrated by it. As a matter-of-fact, that's all I thought about ... planned for ... lived for. Just to see and touch a naked girl.
"Then we came up here and I was sure I wouldn't have the slightest opportunity in the country, if I couldn't manage it down in the city. But it's like my dreams all came true overnight. The naked swimmers in the pool proved to me that life wasn't really as sterile as Mom made us think it was."
"Then why did you get so depressed over that girl ... that Sally?" Cathy asked.
"Because I thought she was going to give me ... my first ... you know ... fuck. I guess I thought she would too, if I had more time to spend with her. But just when I was making some headway ... you know ... feeling her tits ... they had to leave. I mean, just how much frustration does a guy have to take?"
Without taking her eyes from his, Cathy reached down to stroke his phallus. It was still firm, she noted, but barely stiff enough to accomplish what he wanted. And what she wanted. She slid her other hand down, and using both hands now, she stroked the smooth stick, letting her fingers travel over his testicles and toy with his anus. Gradually a spark of life throbbed in her hand and she knew she could fan it into a blaze again.
"Then it appears to me, your premature ejaculation is caused by your constant fantasizing about naked women," she offered, as he paused over her with anticipation. "You're so obsessed with naked flesh, that when you finally do see it ... you come!"
"I know," he sighed. "But what can I do? First I wanted to see a girl all naked; then I wanted to feel her; now ... now I find I've got this thing about tasting her. I want to stick my tongue in everything...."
"Mmmmmmm ... stop talking like that ... you're driving me wild just thinking about it."
"Then ... could I just ... tongue your asshole?" he asked. "It really turns me on."
"All right. But promise me one thing ... that you'll stop when your cock starts to throb and put it into my longing slit."
"I will. Don't worry. I will," he said, backing down to the junction of her legs again. "Just lift your legs up high, so I can get at your asshole."
Cathy obliged, bringing her knees all the way back to her chest and holding them there with her arms. She knew the position gave him total access to both of the portholes to her body and made her feel vulnerable to his attack. Her mind equated it with being raped, and the thought excited her.
His hands felt and squeezed the firm flesh of her buttocks as she waited breathlessly for his tongue. Her anticipation was causing her to build to a climax before he even began. And when his finger wiggled into the waiting, ultra-sensitive little bud, she thought it was his tongue and almost went over the peak of her orgasm, until she recognized the squirming, twisting, exploring digit and brought herself under control.
She realized now how obsessed her nephew really was with the function of this entrance to her body. His finger explored and examined the depths of that tight sleeve with the full length of it, jamming it into her in an attempt to satisfy his hunger. Then she felt him unscrew his finger from the squeezing tunnel and quickly cover the opening with his open mouth.
"Oh, Peter," she groaned at the first touch of his hot breath and moist mouth. She wanted to tell him to stop wasting his time and fill her with his tumescent male organ, but knew she couldn't resist finding out what his tongue would feel like.
"Unnnggghhhh," she groaned louder when the tip of his tongue entered the pursed, dry lips of her anus. "Unnngggghhhh," she cried again, trying to contain her climax. But the feel of his slippery, wet tongue was more than she could bear. "Ahhhh ... OH! More ... more ... MORE! ... Mmmmmmmm...." she cried, letting the juices flush freely, feeling his snaking tongue drive deeper into that too-tight tunnel.
Cathy could feel his saliva ooze down the crack of her behind as he drove his tongue deeper and more frantically into the dry heat of her body. Even as she tried to help, but sucking his tongue in with the strong muscles there, his appetite seemed to be unquenchable. And she felt as though his wagging tongue was tingling every nerve ending in her body. The pain of his teeth sinking into the flesh around the cavity was numbed by the torture his tongue was inflicting.
Without warning, his tongue snapped out and he was pulling her legs apart, pressing the blunt knob of his pole to the drenched lips of her vulva. She could see his face now, all serious and determined as he began his first testdrive into this velvety-soft tunnel. Her first reaction was concern for what he would think of the experience. But as the ballooning head of his shaft slowly entered, she found herself swept away in her own lustful examination of his penetrating spear. She could feel the mushroom shape of the knob creep into her, then each inch of thick, pulsing, hot meat that followed. It was delicious, she told herself, measuring and weighing it in her stretching, filling vagina.
Once his prong was seated, he slowly lowered his chest to hers. Cathy wanted to ask him how it felt, but didn't feel she had the breath necessary and didn't want to interrupt the dazed look in his eyes. Then she felt his thick meat twitch inside her and she let her curiosity fade from her mind. His initial panic and slow-motion movements seemed to vanish now as he pistoned his long rod in and out of her, testing at first, then driving harder and faster as he gained confidence. And she found herself meeting his thrusts with her own bouncing, grinding pelvis.
"Mmmmmmmm ... he finally broke his self-imposed silence. "This is it! Mmmmmm ... I mean ... WOW! ... This is really something...."
"Nnnnngggghhhh...." Cathy managed to answer back. A voice in her head was telling him, It certainly is! And your Aunt Cathy is going to bake you some cookies for being such a good boy ... for being such a BIG boy!
"See? I told you my second shot was my best," he continued to talk as he pistoned in and out of her with seemingly endless stamina.
"Auuugggg," she gurgled from deep in her throat. Let's call it a day! You're splitting me in half! I love it so much ... but I can't breathe! "Come ... Peter ... Come," she cried, lifting her legs high in the air and bringing her heels down hard on his bouncing rump, to secure him inside her.
"Don't rush me," he groaned. "My balls feel like they're in a vise ... oh, the pain is . ... "
"Oh ... oh ... I'm coming! ... I'm coming, Peter ... Hold me tight!"
"Unnnggghhh," he groaned as the first ball of hot lava burned up the center of his volcano and splashed into the steaming heat of her. "Ahhhhh ... MMMMMmmmmm ... I'm coming tooo...."
Cathy answered with animal-lust sounds that were drowned out by his grunting and groaning. Then nothing penetrated the thick fog in her brain as she enjoyed the flushing sensations of her own release.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Both Allen and Valerie were quick to pick-up the obvious change in Peter's mood when they returned from Glens Falls. But his sister detected more than just a change in moods. She knew Peter too well to let a significant change in his personality slip by unnoticed. There was an air of confidence in his manner, she noted at dinner. And she caught a trace of an inner glow radiating from Cathy. Her conclusion, which she would confirm when she was alone with Peter, was that he succeeded in his goal to seduce their aunt.
"Anyone for volleyball?" Allen asked after dinner.
The response wasn't very enthusiastic, though no one came out and said "no" to the suggestion.
"We've had an entire change-over in guests this weekend," Allen went on. "Have to see to it they enjoy themselves ... let them know about the activities we offer at night. And I guess I'll have to get the first campfire going for them. Coax them into a volleyball game ... ping-pong, shuffleboard ... introduce every one...." He paused to see if Peter or Valerie had developed any interest. The kids would do most of the work, he knew, and he could just relax with the guests. But when he saw they hadn't developed any enthusiasm, he addressed Cathy with a wink and said, "Did you see those two young girls that came in yesterday?"
"Just O'Brian's daughter," Cathy answered.
"That's the redhead," Allen said, continuing to talk to Cathy, but watching Peter's expression for a spark of interest. "The Walters have a pretty blonde daughter. Saw her at the pool this afternoon in one of those skimpy bikinis."
"I'd like to know why there are never any boys my age," Valerie joined in with a sulking tone in her voice.
"I guess it's because most of the boys get summer jobs when they reach sixteen," Allen answered.
"You wouldn't find the ones your age that do come up here very interesting," Cathy added with a laugh. "They're usually Mama's boys that weren't permitted to stay home alone."
"It just doesn't seem fair," Valerie added.
"That's not altogether true, Cathy," Allen said. "The Walters brought their son again this year and he's not a Mama's boy. He's more of a man's man."
"Oh, yes. I forgot about him!" Cathy replied, then turned to Valerie and said, "He's about twenty-one or two, dark hair and lots of fun ... especially at the pool, or in a volleyball game."
"Really?" Valerie said with growing inter est. "How tall is he? I get the feeling you're putting me on."
"I guess he's about five-ten," Cathy said, not able to contain a devilish grin.
"Okay, Aunt Cathy," Valerie said with conviction. "What's wrong with him?"
"It wouldn't be fair for me to criticize Uncle Allen's attempt at matching. Let's all go up and meet the new guests and you can judge for yourself."
"Come on, Peter," Allen said, pushing away from the dinner table. "You and I can go up while the girls do the dishes."
"Male chauvinist," Valerie said with a grin.
"That's not fair," Allen said. "We're up working in the morning while you girls are still sleeping...."
"I was only kidding," Valerie laughed, finding herself refreshed and slightly excited over the prospect of meeting a possible candidate for a summer romance.
After Peter and her uncle had gone, she tried to coax Cathy into telling what she knew about the young man. But Cathy wouldn't go into any details before Valerie saw him for herself. It was certainly a new twist, Valerie thought with building interest. Most people tend to build you up for a big let-down, when you were going to meet someone, she decided. This case was just the opposite. However, when she and Cathy got to the group forming around the campfire, the Walters weren't present. Valerie waited patiently for a look at the mystery guest, but as the evening wore on, she realized he wasn't going to make an appearance and she was slightly depressed when they returned to the house. It was late by then and she put him out of her mind as they retired to their rooms. But the moment she heard the door close on Cathy and Allen's bedroom, she went to the connecting door to her brother's room and knocked.
The reply was almost instant, "Come in," Peter's voice called to her.
She entered his room and stared at him a moment as he pulled off his sweater. Then she asked. "Well?"
"Well what?" he came back with a surprised look on his face, not knowing what she meant by the stern tone in her voice.
"Well, Did you or didn't you?" she asked, pressing the point that he knew what she meant.
"Do what?" he shot back, not really knowing what she meant.
Valerie smiled knowingly at him then and said, "You know what I'm talking about ... Aunt Cathy."
"Oh!" he said with a sheepish grin.
"Did you ... do what you said you were going to do?"
He turned to retrieve his pajamas, to avoid her eyes as he said, "Yeah." He was blushing when he turned back to face her.
"You little devil," Valerie said with a throaty laugh. "I figured as much when I paw , how fast you got over your mood."
"You don't think Uncle Allen knows too, do you?" he asked with alarm. "Don't be silly," she laughed. "It's not branded across your forehead, you know."
"Sure ... but you picked it up pretty fast ... maybe he got suspicious too...."
"Stop worrying. I only suspected it because you told me you wanted to ... Oh, Peter ... take my word for it. He doesn't suspect a thing."
"That's good. Because I feel great ... like a big load was lifted from my shoulders. Man ... you don't know how lucky you are to be a girl, when it comes to sex. Hell, girls don't have to worry about getting it ... or anything. All they have to do is say 'yea' and they've got it. And then they don't have to worry about failing or anything. Just open their legs and...."
"Sure, Peter, sure," she interrupted him, backing towards the door. "It's really rough being a guy...."
"Hey! I'm not kidding," he said, moving toward her and catching the door before she could close it. "Okay. If you don't want to listen, just remember ... a guy has to bust his ass getting his first piece ... and then he can't let the girl know it's his first ... he has to know what to do without any experience...."
"Say 'goodnight,' Peter," she said with a laugh, trying to close the door in his face...." and he's so damned hot, he has to worry about coming before he gets it in...."
"Goodnight, Peter," she said, pushing on the door.
"What's the use?" he moaned, releasing his grip on the door so she could close it.
"Was it good?" she teased, before closing the door.
He smiled then and said, "You know it!"
Valerie went to bed, pleased that her brother had worked out his problems and was on his way to overcoming his timidity. When she got up the next morning she was determined to meet the young man her uncle had mentioned. Regardless of what his shortcomings were, she told herself, she'd either find a little romance for the next week or two, or she would use her charms to dazzle him and make him dance like a puppet on a string. Either way, she decided, would put her back in the game of love.
Wearing the new bikini she had bought in Lake George Village, she presented herself at the pool for all to admire. And she was pleased with the stir her appearance created among the married men, young and old alike. She also found it interesting to watch the married women openly make advances to her handsome uncle. It appeared to her that one of the younger, more attractive women had his eye too. Valerie paid close attention to this development when she heard the girl tell him her husband was going to take their young daughter to one of the kiddie attractions for the afternoon. She could see her uncle slipping off for a quick affair with this attractive customer and wondered if he did so often, or just played it as though it was a game.
Shortly after noon she returned to the house and found the others were having lunch in the solarium. Allen was dressed in his usual teeshirt, slacks and sneakers, but Cathy and Peter had towels wrapped around them. It occurred to her that they weren't wearing anything under the towels and she wondered what her uncle's reaction to that had been. As she took a sandwich from the tray she got a glimpse of Cathy's naked hip and was certain they had been sunbathing in the nude. She was even more curious whether Allen had walked in and saw the two of them naked.
"Now if Valerie is going to take off her bikini and join you," her uncle was saying, "then I won't bother going up to the woods to cut firewood for the campfire. I'll stay right here and take a sunbath too."
Cathy shocked him when she said, "Valerie and I have done it before ... haven't we?"
"Yes," she answered softly, embarrassed by the question.
"Did you meet Jeff?" Cathy asked, changing the subject.
"Yes. He was at the pool. ... Uncle Allen introduced us," she answered, eating her sandwich, and thought that was the end of it.
"What did you think?" Cathy pressed, while the others grew more interested in the conversation too.
"You were right," she said with a sigh. "He's not a Mama's boy."
"What did you really think of him," Allen asked anxiously.
"When he grows up, I'll tell you," she answered in a flat, matter-of-fact tone.
"What do you mean?" Peter joined in the questioning.
"Well," she began, putting her sandwich down and picking up a glass of soda as she rose to her feet. "Here's this dude ... not that bad looking, if you don't mind beer-barrel bellies ... walking around the pool like he's hot shit." She walked around the table in an imitation of his strutting, arrogant manner, trying to make her flat stomach bulge, but not managing this. "This is a can of beer," she added, lifting the soda glass. "Jeff doesn't move without a can of beer. Uncle Allen introduces us and good old Jeff asks me if I'd like a beer ... naturally! Then he turns and picks up a kid and throws him in the pool ... tries to do the same thing to one of the men, but since he's only got one hand-the other always holds the beer-fee gets thrown into the pool. Ahhh ... but my hero surfaces ... holding the beer and takes a swig to show how great he is ... When he gets out of the pool, the first thing he does is get a fresh can of beer, dripping water over everyone in his path and impressing me with his agility to get to the beer chest regardless of obstacles...."
Cathy and Peter laughed openly at her imitation, while Allen pretended to be hurt by it, hiding his own grin behind a hand. Cathy's towel opened and her breasts were exposed, but she didn't move to cover herself. Only Valerie seemed surprised by Cathy's sudden exposure, which quickly dissipated when she realized her uncle was obviously aware of what they were doing and had more than likely seen them both naked when he arrived.
"I guess I'll go cut that wood." Allen said, then asking in an off-hand way, "What are you going to do, Val?"
"I don't know. I may go back to the pool and watch lover-boy make an ass of himself," she answered, knowing it was a lie, but not wanting to encourage her uncle to stay.
Peter turned over on his stomach and pulled the towel from his buttocks, exposing the mounds of flesh that had already started to turn a pinkish-red from the rays of the sun And as Allen was leaving he warned Peter about getting too much of a burn on that sensitive skin, especially the first time. Then as Allen walked out of the Solarium, Valerie was certain he was on his way to a rendezvous with his new admirer from the pool, since she knew he had already brought the firewood down that morning.
"Why don't you take off your suit and join us?" Cathy was saying as she removed her towel and turned over on her stomach.
"All right," she said, slipping out of the bikini under the watchful eyes of Cathy and Peter. "But just for a few minutes," she added as an after-thought, realizing her brother may want to be alone with Cathy again.
Being totally naked, in the bright sun, in the presence of Peter and Cathy, gave Valerie's sagging spirits a lift. There was a carefree, exciting freedom in this new experience, she thought, as she walked to the windows to allow them to completely devour her nakedness with their eyes. A slight dampness formed in the nest of hair between her legs, and as she walked back to the chaise lounge, a warm fluid trickled onto her inner thighs. It was strange, she thought, how their admiring eyes stirred her sexually. And as she stretched back on the lounge, she opened her legs wide, as if showing the world her golden-blonde fleece and the pouting lips of the mouth beneath it.
"Would you put some more oil on my back?" Cathy was asking Peter.
"Errrr ... yeah...." he said, a bit flustered and pretending it was difficult to get his tired muscles to move.
Cathy and Valerie stared at him as he labored to lift himself from the lounge. It became evident then that he was embarrassed by the stiff pole protruding from his body. He tried to pretend it wasn't there and proceeded to apply the lotion to Cathy's back, but he was wishing his sex apparatus wouldn't give such an open display of what was on his mind. But he meticulously applied the oil to Cathy's back and buttocks, more concerned with the touch of her body than his embarrassment or his sister's staring eyes.
When he had worked his way down to Cathy's legs, he glanced across to where Valerie was sitting and caught a smile and motion of her head that seemed to be trying to tell him something. He frowned back, questioning what is was she was trying to say. Valerie jerked her head to the side and moved it forward, trying to signal that he should get on the lounge with their aunt. The two communicated in this silent manner, using their eyes and expressions to tell each other what they wanted. Peter was telling her he didn't think it was a good idea and Valerie was practically insisting on it.
Cathy was unaware of what they were doing, since she was facing away from Valerie. But when Peter knelt on the lounge and straddled her legs, she realized he was bent on more than massaging her back. To encourage him, she began spreading her legs until he moved to a kneeling position between them. A warm plow came over her as his hands kneaded her buttocks and he slowly brought his probing pole to the junction of her legs. By slowly moving up on her knees, she arched her rump off the lounge to present him with an easier target.
Valerie's eyes grew wider, coaxing Peter to proceed with the intentions they were all aware of at this point. It seemed that only her brother had any reservations about doing it. A reflection of his timid manner, she thought as she prodded him on with her facial expressions.
"Go on...." Cathy finally whispered to him, still not aware that Valerie was watching.
He inched forward, more confident now that he had Cathy's approval, and guided his weapon to the door of her lubricating, pulsating slit. Using his fist, he worked the head of his throbbing meat in circles at the entrance, parting the soft, pink lips and gradually slipping the tip in.
Cathy found his teasing approach to be a certain sign that her nephew was well on his way to manhood now. The scared, timid little boy she had known was fading out of her life, replaced now by another aggressive man. And she had been instrumental in his development, she told herself proudly, building with lust as she tried to suck his pole into her craving network. But she quickly discovered Peter had a will of his own now and preferred to tantalize her and make her beg for the bone.
As the teasing continued, Cathy turned her head to see if Valerie was aware of what was happening. When she saw her niece smiling and staring with wide-eyed interest, she gave her a faint look of helplessness. The girl took it as a signal to come to her aid and quickly padded over to them. Cathy lifted herself on her elbows, to see what her niece was going to do, but the girl had slipped behind Peter and was out of her view.
When Valerie slipped her hand between Peter's legs and cupped the dangling sacks at the base of his prong, he let out a low, animal-like moan and halted his activities completely. For a moment Cathy thought the girl was attempting to interfere with their game and was filled with fear. But Valerie, still cupping his testicles in her hand, brought the middle finger of her other hand up from his scrotum to his anus, causing Peter to lunge forward and drive his sword up to the hilt in Cathy's anxiously awaiting vagina.
"OH!" Cathy cried out with delighted surprise. "Mmmmmm ... that feels better ... mmmmmmm ... much better."
Peter began pumping his piston into her with a vengeance then. His sister was delivering unbelievable sensations to his rectum, he realized, while he buried his weapon in his aunt's sucking furnace. But Valerie suddenly released his testicles and slipped her finger from the deep crack between his buttocks. He was disappointed at that loss, but continued pistoning his rod into the building fire in Cathy's oven.
Cathy was totally consumed by the heat of his piston sliding in and out of her. But she managed a weak smile of thanks when Valerie came around to where she could see her. The girl slipped to a kneeling position in front of her and began giving her breasts a tantalizing, soothing massage. As Cathy lifted herself up to accommodate Valerie's delicate hands on her firm, nipple quivering breasts, she found her face in the girl's lap. Without thinking, she buried her nose in the blonde pubic hair and breathed the moist heat escaping from the girl's slit.
Peter was grunting hard, already feeling the hot lava building to the explosion point in his testicles. He could see Valerie's delighted smile and his aunt's head buried in the nest between his sister's legs. It sparked him on, bringing him to the edge of his climax as he watched his sister's expression and listened to the faint sounds escaping from her throat. He had to close his eyes when he found himself licking his lips and wanting the taste of her himself.
"OH!...." Cathy cried as her body began its release of pent-up juices, and Valerie's pelvis jerked forward, filling her aunt's mouth with soft, hot lips. "Mmmmmm...." Cathy breathed, reaching a climax and French kissing the mouth pressing against her own. It was irresistible, she thought, but strangely feminine. Her mind was filled with a thick fog and she couldn't think straight. It wasn't until she squeezed out the last drop of her orgasm and felt Peter's spitting snake sigh from exhaustion, that she realized the mouth she was kissing was the one between Valerie's legs. But by then her niece was flushing her girl-flux on it and she really didn't care anymore.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The rain that followed for the balance of the week brought a gloomy atmosphere to the house, as well as the entire resort area. For Cathy, it was even more depressing, since she was faced with the constant nagging of the customers, who wanted more out of their two-week vacation than sitting indoors day after day. And her attempts to entertain them with bingo and card games in the recreation hall, which demanded a great deal of patience and energy, brought little thanks. They had come to Lake George to go swimming, boating and enjoy the mountains, and Cathy couldn't alter their disappointment with indoor games.
Allen seemed to be the only one not affected by the weather and complaining guests. He went about his chores with the same cheerful attitude he always displayed. Which led Valerie to suspect he was secretly meeting the attractive young mother in one of the empty cabins. But for Cathy, Peter and Valerie, sex was out of the question, since they were constantly on the run, trying to keep the customers from feeling they had made a big mistake in their choice of a place to spend their vacation.
During one of Cathy's most depressing moods, she considered taking Peter off to an empty cabin herself and releasing her frustrations with the refreshing approach to sex she felt he offered through his inexperience. But she decided against it, not wanting to risk being caught by Allen. She still felt it was important to use discretion in their extramarital activities to keep the relationship they had secure.
The only break in the monotony of the gloomy atmosphere came one evening when they were in the recreation hall, where Allen and several of the guests were playing penny ante poker, while their wives sat around the big fireplace talking. Suddenly the door flew open and five people rushed in naked, ran around the room and were gone as suddenly as they appeared. Everyone broke into laughter, with Valerie and Peter laughing loudest, since the leader was the big bellied Jeff carrying his can of beer as he "streaked" through the room.
Peter ran to the door to watch the three men and two women race across the lawn and back to their cabin, where a noisy beer party was in progress. The commotion brought other guests out of their cabins, to see what was happening, and Peter greeted them at the door with his excited description. It changed the atmosphere in the large room and everyone seemed to be caught up in his enthusiasm.
Just as the chatter in the room began to die down and the card players called for another hand, the door swung open again and this time twelve "streakers" circled the room. They were greeted with applause, cheering and whistles, then cries of disappointment when they exited. However, Jeff returned a few moments later with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, lifting his can of beer as though giving a toast. "We're having a little bash up at my father's cabin ... and you are all invited ... "
In the noise and confusion, Allen slipped up alongside him and whipped off the towel. While everyone howled and laughed, Jeff simply took another sip of beer and remained before the fireplace as though nothing had happened. The sight of his exceptionally small penis, barely visible under his protruding belly, caused Valerie to almost go into hysterics with laughter. It tickled her even more when he interpreted her reaction as a sign that he was putting on a good show and strutted more arrogantly. She and Peter laughed uncontrollably as he continued his speech...." there's no admittance charge to our gala affair to anyone that streaks through the cabin. All others just bring some beer...."
He began running in place then, warming up for his departure, which brought more laughter from Valerie and Peter. But as he started for the door, his companions suddenly entered again and they circled the room before leaving. Jeff was at the rear this time and stopped at the door, with his chubby behind sticking in the door.
As a parting gesture, he announced over his shoulder, "And for those of you that don't come to our bash ... I leave you a fart!" Keeping his word, he released a loud report that echoed around the room. Then he raced off.
Cathy was embarrassed by the whole show, since she felt it was a reflection on the way they ran the place. But Allen shrugged it off by telling everyone that the Walters were a little rowdy at times, though very nice people when you got to know them.
Almost as though it had been planned that way, the sun came out the next morning and only the guests that were leaving seemed to be unhappy now. Everyone else was still talking and laughing about the night before. Cathy and Peter were anxious to resume their afternoon sunbathes and found new excitement in their mutual enthusiasm. In the days that followed they satisfied their appetites, with Valerie joining them on occasion to add variety to the fun. But the girl still couldn't bring herself to strip in front of Allen. It was either his eagerness to see her naked that made her reluctant, she thought, or the fear he would seduce her.
In addition to enjoying Peter's youthful enthusiasm to please her, Cathy also found his loyalty to her liking. While he still showed an interest in the attractive young girls that arrived, he didn't chase or get involved with them, beyond the social activities in the evening.
"Did you see that pretty redhead giving you the once over last night?" she asked as he straddled her waist and massaged her back.
"Her name is Doreen," he answered. "She's seventeen and thinks she's really something."
"Was she one of the nude swimmers last night?"
"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "She wouldn't let anyone see what she's got!"
"I'll bet if she dropped her pants and jumped in the pool, you'd be right in there after her," Cathy said in a teasing voice.
"Maybe," he replied.
"Guaranteed!" Cathy laughed. "The minute your eyes feasted on that little patch of red hair between her legs, you'd go after it like a charging bull."
"Hmmmmm ... I might," he conceded, moving down to massage Cathy's buttocks.
"Why haven't you ever joined the fun and games in the pool?" she asked.
"I guess I haven't seen anything worth going after. And besides, I don't want someone's husband knocking my head off."
"You're too much," Cathy laughed. "You sound like a little old man."
He picked up the bottle of baby oil on the table and poured some in the crack between her golden brown buttocks, causing Cathy to gulp from the sudden surprise of the fluid trickling down the crack and between her legs. Then his hands rubbed the oil into the deep crevice, slowly working up and over the firm balls of flesh. He watched the little eye there winking at him as he worked the twin gloves in opposite directions.
"You really like this don't you?" he asked, running a well oiled finger into the tight opening.
"Owwwww...." she replied, holding her breath as he twisted and wiggled the digit inside her.
Peter withdrew his ringer and slipped his stiff rod to the entrance, pressing the rubber knob at the end of it firmly against the blinking eye, testing. The little bud opened slightly, but only seemed capable of accepting the very tip of his sword.
Cathy had gotten accustomed to his probing at her back entrance and didn't give his lastest attempt any thought. More than anything else, she was pleased to know he was aroused. But the blunt instrument seemed more persistent this time and was slowly sinking deeper into the lubricated channel.
"Hey!" she called over her shoulder. "You can't get it in there!"
"Sure I can," he replied, pressing harder.
"Don't ... Peter! It's too ... tight!"
"Mmmmmm ... I like it."
She began to lift herself, to get away from him, but the move seated his prong more easily and the entire head of it entered the tight tunnel.
"OH! Don't! ... Don't do it! It's too big to stick in my asshole!"
But his lance moved deeper, filling her body with its pulsing thickness. She found herself lifting the target higher, making it easier for his penetration into the surrendering tunnel. The thick slab of meat inched deeper, stretching the elastic tube to its limits and causing claps of thunder to explode in her brain. She wanted to tell him it hurt, that he should stop instantly and get it out of her, but at the same time she wanted to know what it would feel like all stuffed inside that deep, dark sleeve. Her wanton craving won the battle and she remained poised, accepting the slow pace of it burning up her insides, gritting her teeth to contain the little screams escaping from her throat.
By the time the long shaft was two-thirds into her yielding, coaxing, sucking rectum, her brain had lost its perspective and was flashing signals that shocked her entire system. Peter's tumescent muscle felt as though it was in her throat, gagging her with its thickness and inching up to her mouth. At the same time she was certain it was driving forcefully into the weeping walls of her sex, filling every nook of that orifice. Her lungs screamed for air, but her sucking mouth couldn't seem to meet the demand.
"Ahhhhh...." he finally sighed, relaxing his tight grip on the fleshy mounds of her buttocks and delighted with his total penetration into the painfully tight passage. "How's that feel now?"
"Gggllloooodddd...." she managed, not believing the feeling it gave her.
She felt him lower his chest on her back and his hands were milking her breasts. She knew this, but her mind was consumed with only one agonizing, pulsing, stretching sensation ... a bluish phallus, twice the size of her body's tubing, stretching her insides to a point far beyond it limits ... and all clearly pictured in her mind.
"Nnnnngggghhhh...." she grunted when he tried pistoning the rod in and out of the too-tight tunnel. "Don't" she screamed, though it barely moved more than a millimeter. "Ohhhh ... Unnnnn ... Nnnnnnngggg ... ooowwwww...."
The tempo of its jerking, pulsing, ballooning shape signalled that something was about to happen, but in the thick oatmeal that was now her brain, she couldn't remember what it was telling her. Then her body lost control and she was flushing the warm fluids of her orgasm out of her system, with a stuck valve somewhere in the plumbing that caused the flushing to continue longer than it was suppose to run. She panicked. But before she could seriously consider what was going wrong, he was shooting a thick sap into her pipes. That'll clog-up the drain! a voice in her head cried. A tidal-wave flushed through her then and she was drowning in it.
"Yeah ... yeah ... YEAHHHH!" he cried over her shoulder.
"Mmmmmmm...." she answered with squeezing motions on his plunger. "Ahhhhh ... nice ... good...."
The panic and frenzy washed out with the last flush of an orgasm and she was back to earth again. The air was already escaping from the giant phallus and she was almost sorry to feel it deflate. But the relief was welcomed.
"What ever possessed you to do that?" she moaned, as he slipped from her rectum.
"I dunno ... Your asshole just looked so inviting...."
Cathy felt a smile form on her lips as she turned over on her back to look at him. But he was already moving away from the lounge, towelling his penis vigorously as he walked.
She watched his lean body settle on the chaise lounge alongside hers and found she was staring at a boy who was turning into a man, right before her eyes. It was a wonderful sight, she thought, slipping a hand under her derriere to feel the throbbing eye of her rectum, touching it gently with her finger. The soreness eased as her finger comforted the sulking bud and she wondered if he had stretched it out of shape. It felt so wide open and empty. She laughed at the idea and glanced over at Peter again. Her nephew seemed oblivious to everything, she thought, watching him close his eyes for a nap in the sun.
The sound of a door closing in the house told her that Valerie was coming to join them. The girl always gave them a warning before entering the solarium and Cathy appreciated that. She wouldn't have wanted Valerie to walk in while they were locked in the position of a few moments ago, she thought. Then the girl was standing alongside the lounge, on the other side of Cathy, slipping out of her bikini.
"Did you go for a swim?" Cathy asked, more as a welcoming than anything thing else.
"Yes," she answered. "Nothing exciting happening up there. Just a lazy sort of day ... isn't it?"
"I guess it is. I feel like I can just stay here and watch and whole world roll past...."
The solarium was quiet then as each stared at the sky, watching the wisps of clouds float past, lost in their own thoughts. They weren't aware of Allen's presence until he stepped between Valerie and Cathy's lounges. Valerie gave out a startled gasp and quickly turned on her stomach to shield her front from his eyes. She had forgotten to pick up a towel when she entered and was stranded without anything to cover herself with. Her tanned body took on a pink tint as she blushed and she wished he would wear something other than sneakers when he came to their hide-away. He was staring, she knew instinctively, and then she could see him sitting on the edge of Cathy's lounge, facing her and smiling with a devilish look in his eyes.
"I thought you were going to the Chamber of Commerce meeting?" Cathy broke the silence.
"I did. but they broke up after only a few minutes."
"Well stop staring at Valerie," Cathy said with a laugh. "You're making her nervous."
"I was just admiring the way her ass blushed...."
"If he's making you nervous, Val, put on your bikini."
"I don't mind," Valerie replied in a weak voice that seemed to contradict what she was saying.
Without warning, Allen's hand came down on the rising mounds of her little bottom and patted her affectionately. Then he got up and started stripping off his clothes. He was facing Cathy and she smiled up at him when his erection sprang from his shorts. He shrugged it off with a weak grin as he stepped out of his pants and removed his shorts.
"Hmmmm...." Cathy teased. "Seems your uncle is aroused by the sight of that little ass of yours."
Valerie was staring at his buttocks and couldn't see for herself, but she knew what Cathy meant. He covered it as he turned and sat back on the lounge next to Cathy, and she saw his smiling face eyeing her longingly.
Lifting herself up on an elbow, Cathy turned toward Valerie and said, "The best way to get over your shyness, Val, is to just let it all hang out." Then she pulled Allen's hand away from his standing pole and said, "See?"
"Don't let it bother you," Allen said. "She did it ... I didn't."
"Hey, Val," Peter called to her, "are you chicken?"
Outnumbered and slightly annoyed at her own timidity, Valerie slowly turned, moving her shoulders and twisting her torso first, to show him the fullness of her melons first, then rolling over on her hip to expose the golden fleece between her legs. Her eyes remained fixed on his, searching for some signal that would tell her what he thought of her body. And his wide eyes told it all.
"Come over here, Pet," Cathy said, pulling herself to a sitting position next to Allen. "Don't be afraid ... it's only your uncle."
Reluctantly, she obeyed the request and slowly got to her feet, then padded the short distance to where Cathy was sitting and stood motionless before her, with her hands at her sides. Her body was covered with goose-flesh as she stood self-consciously before their devouring eyes.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Cathy asked Allen. "I guess I'm crazy ... letting my husband see such an enticing meal ... but I just couldn't help showing-off my niece's charms."
"What the hell...." Allen sighed, "I didn't mind you seeing Peter. And he's hung like a real stud!"
Cathy reached out her hand and slipped it between Valerie's legs, causing the girl to shift her weight and spread her legs wider apart. Her slender fingers combed through the nest of blonde hair and slithered over her soft, hot vaginal-lips. Almost instantly the hot lips had dew forming on them.
Withdrawing her hand, Cathy nudged her husband and said, "Go ahead, you feel it." She watched as he gently slipped his hand to the spot she had just touched. After a moment, Cathy asked him, "Isn't that sweet? She gets all moist there at just the slightest touch."
Valerie was trembling from the wicked thrill they were giving her; displaying her more like an object than a girl. Peter had slipped over to the lounge too and was kneeling behind them now. She looked at him for help, but he only stared at Allen's hand between her legs. Then she felt Allen's finger poking at the crack of her behind and found herself moving closer to him, her legs on either side of his and his meaty flagpole getting dangerously close to her weeping slit, torn by the fear of it and the desperate need to capture it in her craving, itching, hot furnace.
Cathy found herself intrigued by the scene unfolding before her eyes. While she didn't want her husband to copulate with another woman, especially a beautiful young woman, in her presence, she couldn't stop herself from making it happen. She wanted to see his long pole enter the cavity, see her niece's reaction and both their expressions.
"Don't get carried away, Allen," Cathy found herself saying, thankful for finding the common-sense in her excited mind. "Smell your fingers ... go on ... it's like a breath of spring...."
Allen reluctantly withdrew his hand from the treasured spot between Valerie's legs. His nostrils flared at the smell of her girl-flux. The over-anxious shaft, just inches from its desired goal, throbbed faster as he inhaled the fragrance.
"Let me smell," Peter chimed in, leaning over Allen's shoulder and slipping his hand between his sister's legs for a sample of the fluid. "Mmmmmm ... smells good ... [then licking his finger] ... and tastes good too...."
Cathy was surprised to see the boy had become aroused by the exhibition and gave his stiff rod a longing glance. She forced her attention back to Valerie, who remained poised before Allen with a far-away look in her eyes. It wasn't fair, Cathy told herself, to torment the girl this way; to humiliate her, when she knew the girl's inner struggle was tearing her apart.
"All you have to do is sit on it," Peter said, slipping to a sitting position next to his uncle. He stretched out his hands, pretending to be taking her by the hips and brought them down as though driving his spike into her. She remained motionless. "There's nothing to it ... one-two-three ... you're hooked."
Cathy got to her feet and walked around behind her, then whispered, "It's up to you, Val.
Don't let them force you to do anything you don't want to do."
"You mean ... you won't...." Allen stammered, " ... you don't mind ... if ... she...."
"Of course I mind," Cathy said softly. "But I also understand the chemistry of the four of us. We're all naked ... staring at each other with lust ... just dying to know what it would be like ... but also civilized enough to use restraint. And then we started teasing the poor girl ... and you too, for that matter ... so I wouldn't resent it if she got carried away and wanted to satisfy herself."
Allen stared at his wife with disbelief. He had to swallow hard before saying, "I wouldn't trade you in for a harem, Cathy. Where would I find anyone with as much understanding?"
"Then how would you feel if I sat on Peter's peter?" she asked with a grin, stepping over to where her nephew was sitting and stood over his legs the way Valerie was standing over Allen's.
"I guess ... I wouldn't mind ... if it was just once...." Allen said, watching his wife now, and wondering if she would really do it, not sure how he would feel if she did. "It doesn't seem as bad, since we're all related ... But I wouldn't want you to fuck around with another man ... you know ... get emotionally involved and all."
"The decision is Valerie's," Cathy said.
Peter had automatically brought his hands up to Cathy's hips and was applying a slight pressure there to bring her forward and down. But Cathy didn't respond to his touch. She just looked to Valerie for an answer.
Allen's hands slid softly up the backs of Valerie's legs, giving them a coaxing, feathery touch to inspire her. Then up and over the twin globes of firm flesh and a tour of the crevice with his finger. She looked down into his eyes and stared blankly.
"It's up to you," he whispered, fighting to keep himself from taking her by force. It was so close, he told himself, he could taste it.
"I ... I ... errr ... I can't," she mumbled, taking a step backwards. Then stepping away faster, she picked up her bikini. "I just can't do it!"
Cathy stepped away from Peter at that announcement and was going to see if she couldn't change the girl's mind. But Valerie was putting on her bikini with such determination, that Cathy halted before reaching her and decided not to say anything. She glanced over her shoulder to see Allen and Peter sitting with breathless anticipation and disappointment in their eyes. Pangs of guilt flashed through her mind and she wished she hadn't started the whole thing in the first place.
Valerie walked briskly out of the room, carrying her head high and shoulders back, convinced she had made the right decision. The others just watched, not knowing what to do or say.
CHAPTER NINE
With Valerie's departure, Cathy slumped with disappointment on the girl's lounge, sitting now with Allen and Peter facing her. She blamed herself for the entire frustration the three of them were feeling. Her mind weighted the idea of satisfying Allen's urgent need, as well as her own, but hesitated.
"It's all my fault," she sighed. "It started out as just having some fun...."
"And it was fun," Allen interrupted her. "So let's forget it and stop blaming ourselves."
"Sure, Aunt Cathy," Peter said. "Don't feel bad. Why don't we make one of those tall drinks ... you know ... with the cherries and gin. Just tell me what to do ... I'll make them."
"Now there's the second best suggestion I've heard all day," Allen said with a laugh, turning to the cabinet where Cathy kept the supplies for a Tom Collins. "But I'll make them ... you're at the age where gin can be dangerous, so we'll start you off slow ... and see if it affects that cock of yours. It it gets harder, you can handle it. If it goes down ... give up the stuff."
They laughed at that, as Allen began making the drinks. For a brief moment Cathy thought the crisis was over and they could go back to their normal routine. She wasn't so sure now that she actually wanted to witness her husband's reaction to Valerie's body. Then they all fell silent when Valerie came through the door again. She was reading a letter as she walked and handed the balance of the mail to Cathy. Allen put a drink in her hand just as she was finished reading the letter and she nodded her thanks and gave Peter the letter. Then she downed the drink.
"It's from Mom," she said to Cathy. "She married that creep ... in Las Vegas ... and is going to Hawaii on a honeymoon. So I guess you're stuck with us...."
"Don't be silly," Cathy said, putting her arm around the girl's shoulder. "We'd be lonesome now without you."
While the others read the letter in turn, Valerie took off her bikini again and then poured herself another drink. She carried it to the window and sipped this one as she stared out into the thick woods. It was obvious they wouldn't see much of their mother, now that she was married to a traveling musician, she thought, suddenly not feeling much of a loss by that. It was the shock of her mother's sudden decision that had depressed her at first, she decided, noting that Peter didn't seem to mind at all.
"Come on over, Val," her brother called to her. "We're going to have a drink to Mom's marriage. This stuff makes me real horny...."
Allen filled her half-empty glass, jerking his head in Peter's direction and giving her a wink, to bring her attention to the fact that her brother was feeling the first drink and getting a little silly. She smiled as she watched her brother's hand dart between Cathy's legs and quickly retreat, pretending he was doing it when Allen couldn't see the action, but knowing he caught it out of the corner of his eye.
"Well ... here's to Mom and what's-his-name ... good luck and all that good shit," Peter said, then took a healthy sip of his drink, sticking himself in the cheek with the stirrer. "Can I stir your drink, Aunt Cathy?" he said, fisting his stiff meat and waving it at her.
"Peter!" Valerie cried out in shock, embarrassed that he was being so brazen in front of Allen.
"I'll stir yours too," he said, shaking his meat in her direction and giving her a devilish look.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cathy caught Allen's hand slip around the girl's waist and she decided he was feeling her buttocks. His male muscle had been drooping a moment before, but fizzed out straight now. However, when he saw Cathy looking, he withdrew his hand and sauntered over to the lounge and sat down again. She wanted to go to him and ease his frustrations, but Peter was blocking her path now and slipped his hand between her legs, then brought his finger up to his nose.
"Mmmmmm ... smells good too...." the boy said.
"I think you've had too much to drink," Cathy said. "You're drunk and getting silly."
"No, I'm not. I'm just trying to bring some life to the party," he said, sulking from the criticism. "It's my mother's wedding. Remember?" Then he suddenly dropped to his knees and planted his nose in Cathy's triangle of pubic hair. "Mmmmmm ... a kiss for my beautiful aunt."
"Peter!" from Cathy this time.
Without getting up, he walked on his knees to where Valerie was standing and planted a Mss on her golden nest. "And a kiss for my beautiful sister." Over his shoulder he said, "Come on, Uncle Allen ... kiss the bridesmaids."
Allen let out a roar of laughter and got down on his knees. He went to Cathy first and kissed the junction of her legs, pulling her to him with a firm grip on her butt. Then with great difficulty walking on his knees, he went to Valerie and got a firm grip on her buttocks and planted what appeared to be the same kiss at her sex, but this time his tongue darted out to touch the soft vaginal-lips. Valerie tried not to show the sudden delight he gave her and laughed to cover the thrill.
"Now I think the girls should kiss the ... errr ... the bridesmen ... or whatever...." Peter suggested, waiting for one of them to take him up on it. Neither of them moved and Allen labored back to his seat on the lounge.
Peter got up and took Cathy by the hand, then led her back to lounge. He sat next to Allen and pulled Cathy over his legs, as she had been standing before. It took her by complete surprise and she gave Allen a questioning look, wondering what she should do. Allen didn't respond and Peter was tugging at her hips to sit down on his prong. The threatening spike loomed dangerously close to the pursed lips that longed to have it and Cathy found her knees getting weak. The boy's hands were all over her buttocks, massaging, probing, giving her a warm feeling of need and urgency. And all the while, the eye of his serpent beckoned her closer. The battle raged on in her head, Should I? ... or shouldn't I?
Peter stopped abruptly when he turned and saw his sister standing before his uncle again. She had a serious look on her face and he was positive she would do it this time. He was encouraged by the fact that it would mean his own lust could then be satisfied.
"I'm sorry about before," Valerie spoke softly, with that velvety voice of hers drawing everyone's attention. She was looking her uncle in the eye and moving over his legs again.
Cathy watched her move directly over the stiff spike, with Allen's hands coming quickly to her hips to guide her. She felt Peter's hand on her own behind and his finger was searching for the spot he had recently raped. She brushed his hand away from the still sore and blinking eye. Then she saw .Valerie's hand drop down and touch her husband's stiff penis with the tips of her fingers. Using just the tips of her fingers, she guided the spear to the bush of blonde hair and slowly brought the big red knob to the vestibule of her Garden of Eden. Then she paused, smiled into her uncle's disbelieving eyes and very slowly impaled herself on the long, thick spike, closing her eyes as it parted the longing lips of her burning well.
"Ohhhh, Daddy," Valerie sobbed, coming down faster now until she was seated on his lap and had devoured every inch of his shaft. "Hold me tight, Daddy ... you feel so good...."
Cathy found herself slipping down ... down ... down, with Peter's spike slipping up, up, up, filling her belly with his tumescent meat and satisfying the hunger in her. It was a strange experience, she thought, to be sitting alongside her husband, chocked full of someone else's meat, while he stuffed his into another too.
Peter's mouth was busily sucking at her breast and her arms slipped around the back of his neck to lock him tight against her chest, filling his mouth with her aching breast-meat. Cathy felt the warm glow of contentment fill her body as she rocked gently on his lap, feeling his long, thick meat throb in rhythm to her rocking motion. There was no frantic urgency in their coupling, she realized, remembering that they had spent their anxiety on an earlier engagement. Her rectum was still sore from that encounter and she still wouldn't let Peter finger it now, though his hands kneaded her buttocks in cadence with the rocking motion and his finger continued to slip to that sore eye. He was obsessed with that opening, but she wouldn't let him inflict any more pain than he already had.
She could see Allen sucking on Valerie's young breasts and his hands exploring the girl's hindquarters. Their bodies jerked and bounced, she noticed. They were both in dire need of a release, she realized. She knew the agony of wanting it for so long and the tremendous excitement when it was finally yours.
"Mmmmm ... Daddy," Valerie purred. "Your cock is all mine now ... I love it----"
A pained look came over Allen's face then and he clutched his niece with all his might, pulling her down as hard as he could, driving his spike into her as far as possible. He grunted, "Yes ... yes ... You're my little girl ... Unnnngggg ... I'm gonna give you something special ... nnnngggghhhh ... fill you with cream ... I can't hold it much longer...."
"Please, Daddy, I'm ready," she cried, her body jerking faster on his lap. "Give it to me, Daddy. I'm coming too I I want you ... Oh, I need you, Daddy!"
"Mmmmm ... ahhhhhhh ... nnnnngggghhh ... Here it comes...."
"OH! DADDY!" Valerie cried as his hot lava sprayed the walls of her red-hot furnace. "Mmmmmmmm...."
The tempo of Cathy and Peter's rocking increased with the animal-lust sounds escaping from the couple beside them. Cathy could feel herself building to the peak of excitement, but couldn't take her eyes off Valerie and Allen to concentrate on her own climax. She let Peter's throbbing pole bring her to the tip of the mountain, while she watched the frenzy of the others. Her niece seemed to be floating on the waves of many orgasms as she rode Allen's stick faster and harder. Cathy knew this would be her own reward in a very short time and was intrigued with the way her niece was enjoying it.
There's your pony-ride! Cathy said in the back of her head. Ride it for all it's worth, Kitten. We don't take a kid's toy in this house....just pretend it's your birthday! It was almost as though she was having the orgasms herself, she realized. The sameness of their positions, with Peter's spear securely locked inside her to give her the necessary realism, made it as exciting as the thrills about to explode in their own bodies.
Valerie's long, blonde hair was floating out behind her as she stretched back her head in ecstasy. She was beautiful, Cathy admitted. Every muscle in her young body was straining to capture every drop of delight from her orgasm. The gurgling, animal-lust sounds coming from her throat was an indication she was riding high on the peak of a tidal-wave that would flush out all the anguish from her body.
"I'm coming...." from Peter. A breathless warning.
"Mmmmmm...." from Cathy, as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the jerking motions of the stick lodged deep in the well of her body. "Yes ... yes ... give it to me, Peter. I want it! Harder ... harder ... ohhh ... yes ... more, more...."
"Owwww ... Aunt Cathy ... I'mmmm commmminnnng...." he moaned again, his hand searching frantically for that little buttonhole hidden in the deep valley of her fleshy behind.
Cathy couldn't pull his hand away from the sore spot this time. He seemed to need it urgently. She was clutching his neck with all her strength, as though afraid she would fall off the bucking horse. And when his finger screwed into the tight tunnel of her tingling rectum, she found herself lifted to the summit and ready for the breath-taking ride down. The volcano thundered and shot forth its lava and she answered it with the flood of her own juices.
"Mmmmm...." Cathy breathed, squeezing out the last drop of her orgasm on his recoiling cannon.
"Whew...." Peter groaned. "I feel like my head is spinning ... all dizzy inside...."
"That's from the drink," she whispered in his ear.
"Hold my head tight, Aunt Cathy," he said in a pleading voice, pressing it against her chest. "I don't like ... I hate ... this dizzy feeling...."
Cathy obliged, pressing her breasts against his face and holding him securely against her chest. His shaft suddenly went limp and slipped from her still squeezing tunnel. She glanced over to see how Allen and Valerie were doing and saw the girl had dropped to her knees between Allen's legs. She was busy showing her adoration for the now limp noodle and Allen was watching her with an amazed expression.
"Aren't they adorable?" Cathy asked in a low voice.
Allen nodded, giving her a weak, sheepish grin. He still couldn't bring himself to believe this was all happening and Cathy wasn't upset by it. It hadn't occurred to him that she was also enjoying the same pleasures from her nephew.
"It's going to be nice having them here during the long winter, isn't it?" she asked.
"I hadn't given it any thought," Allen said, talking as best he could with Valerie's hot mouth at his loins.
"Mmmmmm ... I can hardly wait for the first snow storm," Cathy said in a dreamy voice. "The four of us can sit around the fireplace ... like a big happy family ... And it won't be as lonesome when we get snowed in...."
"Yeah!" Allen gulped, his male muscle flexing now to meet the girl's licking tongue. "The fireplace ... snowed in ... it'll be nice...."
"Mmmmmm...." from Valerie But they couldn't tell what she meant, with her mouth full.
"A family that fucks together stays together," Cathy said, but no one seemed to be listening. Allen was absorbed in the sucking mouth and Valerie with the object of her sucking. And Peter just rocked gently, nestled against Cathy's breast. It was a bad joke any' way, she told herself, watching her niece bring Allen to another climax, while Peter's fingers came to life on her buttocks again.
"Mmmmm...." she sighed, lifting her nephew's face to look him in the eye. "If you thought the summer was fun ... wait 'till the tourist season is over and there's nothing to do around here...."
But of course Cathy had no intention of waiting for the first snow of winter. Within a few days, she was at Peter's peter again. And Peter, she found to her amazement, had become quite an experienced lover, under her teachings.
Her head was down on the bed, but he guided her to her knees so that her lovely white ass was high over him. He fondled it lovingly, and then moved his mouth to it with both hands parting the cheeks, his tongue diving right for the puckering little hole.
Cathy gave a loud moan of lusty delight as she felt his warm tongue needling there. With his hands holding her hips strongly, he buried his face in her deep, hot crack, and tongued her with mad fury until she wailed out the news she was coming.
Peter rolled her over on the bed and stripped her panties down over her feet. He began to play with her thighs then as Cathy raised them for him. Aunt Cathy was no longer the teacher, and she begged the boy to finger her cunt and make her come again. He went on teasing and licking her lush thighs until her beggings became screams.
His hands caught the backs of her thighs and pushed them up over her body. Her ass came off the bed and carried her hot, wet crotch high for him. With an animal roar, he threw his face into it and put his mouth to the wet heat of his aunt's wildly aroused vaginal lips. He took those lips into his mouth and sucked them. Then he got his tongue inside, finding her clit and flicking it wetly.
Cathy's second come left her weak and panting.
Then he climbed aboard her and slid his eager prong into the wet welcome of her grasping cunt.
Pressing her arms flat down on the bed, Peter took a rich nipple into his mouth and began tongue-stroking it, while driving his juice-lubricated penis like a piston in and out of her cunt as her ass bounced, churned and shook.
And now Peter managed to hold back his charge until his Aunt Cathy was well into her third orgasm, then he rammed his young body hard against her, squirming his stronge meat deep into her crotch, and let it shoot its youth juice deep up into her.
"Oh, fill me ... drown me in it! Fuck me again!" Cathy begged.
In another room, the soft sounds of music could be heard. There, Allen pulled Valerie's panties down almost to the tops of her nylons, then guided her over his lap.
Then he had the girl go down on all fours on the bed, kneeling behind her so he could feel the heat of her young and lovely body.
Then he slipped his cock into her steaming young pussy from back and under, giving it to the squirming girl dog-style, his belly slapping her tender ass with a slow, delightful rhythm. When he felt his balls churning towards the big explosion, Allen just closed his eyes and didn't hold back. Pulling her soft ass against him, he fired his healthy charge and felt the girl's vaginal muscles gripping him so that she drained the last drop of love juice out of his tightened testies.
As fall of the year drew on, and as the first flakes of snow began to fall, the two couples experimented with new games. A hairbrush, a dildo. It was a winter that the two young people would never forget.
And sometimes, before the big fireplace, Cathy and Allen would look at each other and smile.
