"Now tell me, really, Jeannie. Do you fuck any of the boys?" he asked, while rubbing my cunt.
"Oh, no, Uncle Danch," I told him. "I'd never fuck the boys."
"So you have been true to me, Jeannie?"
"Yes, Uncle Danch. Oh, so true."
"Well then, you are entitled to a reward. Suppose you reach down and unzip my pants and then I'll let you feel my cock."
I was so excited that nothing seemed to matter anymore. Even though my parents were only in the next room, nothing mattered except my hot throbbing cunt... and the thought that I would again feel Unckie's cock right smack in the middle of my snatch.
CHAPTER ONE
Even in the dim light of his single apartment, I could see his penis harden into the large thickness that so often had driven me wild. The mere thought that it would soon be in me, pushing hard against the wet powerful walls of my vagina, that he would soon be plunging into me until my head felt as if it were going to fly off a body exploding into a million hot atoms, made me groan aloud with excitement.
I watched David fold his pants over his packed suitcases and then turn toward the bed where I lay, my legs already spread to receive him. The hot feeling in my cunt made me feel as if all my awareness was being sucked out of my mind and that there was nothing else in the world except the throbbing of my vagina.
Already it was contracting, as if it were clutched tightly around his large, thick penis and were coaxing it further and further up me.
Slowly, he walked toward the bed, his large penis swaying back and forth from the midpoint of his tall, firm muscular body that was barely illuminated by the night light. But I knew his body well, from his sun-streaked tousled ear-length curly hair to the bushy blond eyebrows that crowned his green eyes, to the wiry pubic hairs that nested behind the great length of his penis. His strong arms had held me dozens of times, his large hands had often lifted my buttocks so he could lap at my cunt, his six-foot height had often granted me the feeling of protection as we walked the streets of Greenville. I wondered how I could stand it when he left.
"Baby, I love you," he said as he lay on the bed beside me. Before I could say a word, his fine, narrow lips were hard against mine, his strong chest was pressed against my full breasts and his large penis was already probing for my warmth and wetness. There was a clutching, grabbing urgency to our lovemaking that night, the urgency that comes from knowing that time is precious and distance separates. I opened my mouth wide to receive his tongue, so that his tongue and mine could intertwine, so that each of us could enjoy the other's wetness. But, as if the thought that neither of us had yet uttered was too great to let us leave it behind, he pulled back.
"Christ, Jean," he said, almost in a whisper. "I don't want to go." This was our last night together for a long time and I did not want to feel bad yet. I took David's handsome face in my own two hands, and pulled him toward me again. I wanted to forget about the whole sordid mess while we made pure love, untainted by worry or regret. I wanted to forget about everything except the wonderful, warm feeling of his strong body against mine. As I pulled him closer to me, I felt his large cock probing my right thigh. I felt his large hand cup my breast. I felt his tongue again snaking into my wide-open mouth. He forgot that he had to go. So did I. Our mouths became one. His tongue probed deep into my mouth, circling and encircling my tongue, sucking on it as he turned his body to face mine.
I could feel his prick probe between my legs as both of us seemed to be breathing from the same set of lungs. He rubbed the nipple of my breast lightly but firmly, urging it into hardening. I loved to have my nipples titillated and I spread my legs wider so I could feel more of his prick pressing against me'. His hand trailed down my right side, over my stomach and down to my pubic hairs. He pressed his palm onto my clitoris and pushed. It throbbed. So did my cunt. His fingers trailed slowly through my pubic hairs, separating them until he pressed lightly against the soft fleshy lips that wished he would go inside.
He gasped at the wetness he found there, as if he hadn't realized how excited I really was.
"Christ, Jean, it feels wonderful," he moaned into my ear. It did. I spread my legs wider for him and for me. The feeling was so warm, so wet, so all engrossing, I forgot all else as my clitoris throbbed, as my vagina sucked inward. He probed his finger into the center of my cunt and pushed upward, slowly oozing it into my vaginal depths. He moved his finger, bent it against my insides until I nearly cried out. I felt a second finger enter and I arched my back so that he could get even further in. He left my mouth so his tongue could push into my ear. The wet, warm, pointed tip of his tongue reached deep into the coiled recesses there until the sensation in my ear was equal in sensuality to the sensation between my legs.
No longer could I lie passively, and I eagerly turned my body toward his, moaning as he moved further down on the bed. His tongue trailed down my cheek, my neck, my breasts. He sucked on my nipple. His thumb pressed the nub of my clitoris, and moved it back and forth in rhythm with his tongue on my breast and his fingers beating against my vaginal walls. But it was not enough. I wanted him everywhere, all at once.
Each part of me begged for more touches, more wet warmth. Mouth, ear, breast, cunt, clit, vagina, anus-all wanted the same degree of excruciating sensuality.
He moved further downward on the bed, his tongue trailing down my breast to my stomach. I was in ecstasy imagining how it would feel when he moved lower and his tongue separated my pubic hairs. His fingers dug deeper into my vagina. His tongue snaked down toward my clitoris, slid between my pussy lips, slid into my wetness, slithered back and forth over my clitoris. My cunt felt abandoned as he took his fingers out of my vagina and moved his body so his face and shoulders were squarely in front of my cunt, between my legs. He lifted me upward, with strong hands under my buttocks. I looked down as his mouth fastened onto my clitoris and his intense eyes watched the effect he was having on me. My pubic hairs make him look like he had a dark mustache. He loved what he was doing. He looked like he was playing a magic flute as he heatedly sucked, licked, as he fluttered his tongue back and forth on my clitoris, as he wove his tongue back and forth across my slit all the way to my anus and then back up, until his mouth again locked onto my clitoris.
I writhed with the warmth and the wetness, I moved my clit upward so he could suck on it harder, so he could plunge his fingers deeper into my slit. For a long time, he sucked on my clit while he ran his fingers up and down my slit and in and out of my vagina, as he took my slit juices and planted them squarely on my anus, and as he began probing there until I moaned and he returned again to my vagina. When he sucked at my clitoris, I felt he was draining all the energies in my body, all the awareness of my being right through my clitoris and into his hot mouth, where he could swallow my soul whole. All of it drove me wild, made me feel I could stand no more without orgasming, but I did not want to go yet, even though I felt I could stand it no longer. I knew my eventual orgasm would be magnified if my want and desire increased until I screamed aloud.
David moved back from my cunt and I arched until it rose toward him as if it were begging him to lock his mouth hard onto it again. But he had other ideas. His hands moved from under my buttocks and up my body to my breasts. With his thumbs, he tweaked the tips of my erect nipples until the sensation there was almost equal to the throbbing sensation between my legs.
I loved it when David did this. I wanted to use my mouth on him, on his big cock while he was going at me. I loved to sixty-nine with David. I loved to suck at his prick while he lapped at my cunt. My hands tugged at his muscular upper arms until the message was clear. He liked me to suck him, too. Slowly, he maneuvered his body, all the time licking, titillating my clitoris with his tongue as he moved his body so I had access with my mouth to his prick. His blond, hairy legs slid above my head, his large full hard prong oozed at the tip as it throbbed with aching regularity. This excited me all the more. I ran my tongue up and down the full length of it, from his wiry pubic hairs to his tip. I circled his tip with my tongue, first the moist opening of his hole, and then the bulb of his mushroomlike tip. Then my tongue spiraled around the head of his cock until his tongue went harder at my cunt.
My clitoris felt it was being inundated with pleasure beyond all possibility as it vibrated under the fast licks of his tongue. I closed my mouth over the tip of his cock, lapping at the mucous forming there, then firmly closing over the entire tip so I could suck hard on it. I began sucking with the same intensity as he was sucking on my clit, because I knew it drove him as wild as his tongue was driving me.
He maneuvered his body again, never missing a tongue stab at my clitoris until his strong thighs were on either side of my head. Losing contact with his cock, I leaned my head backward, my mouth wide open like a baby wanting a breast. But what I wanted was far more satisfying than a breast. He brushed his prong back and forth across my cheeks and mouth, tantalizing me until he finally let it rest against my lips again.
Immediately I grasped it with my mouth, took it in deep as if I would never let it go. I wanted it all the way down my throat, all the way through my in-sides, until it struck the inside of my clitoris where he was sucking on it. But I had to settle for only four inches of his cock to suck on. I sucked and sucked, loving the feeling of his prick-flesh against the sides of my mouth, loving to take his balls in my hands and roll them slowly back and forth between my fingers. As I did so, he pushed his cock deeper inside my mouth, until I felt his tip at the back of my throat. I stifled the worry that I would not be able to breathe. Nothing mattered except the excitement that coursed throughout my entire body.
Every cell in my body was begging for release with throbs that tumbled forth like bullets from a machine gun. Yet I knew much more pleasure waft to come. I sucked on his prong long and hard until he pulled it away, leaving me with the disappointment of having nothing warm in my mouth. David was quick, and before I knew it, he was on top of me, his mouth closed onto mine. I tasted my own juices on his lips and on his tongue as his tongue met mine. The taste was sweet and good, musky, sensual, sexual. He ran the tip of his penis up and down the entire length of my slit, which was open wide along with my legs. I felt the pressure of his flat stomach against mine as he pressed the tip of his penis hard against my cunt. I am as small in my vagina as he is large, in his penis. The resistance my membranes gave him was as excruciating to him, I knew, as it was to me.
I watched him grimace with passion as his penis made contact, as it slowly forced my vaginal walls apart to receive him. He waited a long moment after his head penetrated my vagina, breathing deeply, "trying to hold himself back. He did not want to come yet, and although I was throbbing from my anus to my clitoris, I relaxed too, until my deep breaths matched his.
"I love it," I said between teeth clenched with too much sensuality, pleased that my comment spurred him on. He put his hands under my buttocks, lifted me up as his huge penis began its upward slide. He pushed hard until my vagina spread to receive more of him. Although my lubrications facilitated his journey, his penis created a friction of the most pleasurable sort. Nothing mattered then except the feeling of his penis going up me. I closed my eyes, only to see flashes of light. Each time he pushed harder, the light became brighter, By the time the tip of his penis probed my uteral opening, it would be blinding me, I knew. But I also knew I had time to prepare for that. He had at least three more inches to go. I marveled at the feeling in my vagina. It felt gorged beyond anything possible, yet it also felt empty at the same time. It wanted more, I wanted more. I moved upward, arched my cunt up toward his body to receive more of him. His penis complied, edged upward even more. I gasped as it spread me, but the hurt was good, it came from wanting more as well as from the fact that I felt I was being split to my very core. Nor did I care anymore. I wanted his full, thick length way up me, to the top, to the very hilt, and even further up me than that. It seemed like an eternity had passed since he began his journey, and still there was so much further to go. It was an incredible feeling to have half my vagina filled, the other half wanting. He pushed, again with all his might, and I felt his entire nine inches spreading my vagina wide. I imagined that his tip was about to enter my uterus. My cervix felt as if it was throbbing, begging for him to penetrate it; perhaps it just wanted his semen.
But it had to wait. David always waited, always took his time. Even though his cock was fully up me, he wanted to make sure it had its fullest pleasure, too. And he rested so that the base of his prick was pressed hard against my clit. When he moved again, it moved with him.
After his breathing was calmed, he pulled back and again struck at me with his prick, and pulled it back until it was nearly out of me. I begged him to re-enter and he did. He pushed it fully into me again. I grabbed his back as if that would keep him from leaving me again but it did not. He pulled back again and plunged at me again, rocking hard against my clit as he penetrated to his greatest length. I was too excited to participate actively. And David needed no help. He drove me wild each time. In, and I felt as if my entire body was opening to receive him; out, and I could not help but cry aloud with disappointment. But my disappointment did not last long. It was more like a highly tantalizing pleasure, of feeling empty and wanting to be filled, of being filled and wanting to be filled more.
As much as my vagina wanted his hardness, so did my hardened clitoris that throbbed beyond belief when he moved back and ground against me when he pushed in. Back and forth, in and out he went. His plunges were becoming quicker and faster. I arched, as my clitoris demanded more contact. David pumped harder and faster, his face contorted with passion. I clutched my vaginal walls harder, edging him into more passion, making him grimace all the more. He pulled out and pushed in equally fast. He tried to get even further up, ground against my entire cunt. My clitoris loved it. My vagina loved it. I loved it.
I closed my eyes. There was no flashing light, all was light. His plunges were quicker, wilder, faster. I throbbed everywhere, from deep inside my vagina, to my cervix, to my clitoris, to my anus. The throbs drove me wild; David drove me wild. We were both close. David plunged with an intensity that would not permit him to stop. I was wanting with an intensity that begged for relief. The light became blinding. I felt a wail begin to form. He banged at me, rammed at me with his rod in quick even thrusts that never stop, that did not permit me to relax, that made my body rigid with desire..
He gasped, he cried out. "It's here. I'm going to come, Jean, I'm coming... " His voice was the final touch and the wild wail issued forth from the center of my being, just above the deepest point his penis reached. It was guttural, animal-like. I felt his hot juices filling my vagina even higher than he had plunged. I cried aloud, my clit reached upward for a final grind at the base of his penis. "Ohhhhh," I screamed, "I'm coming toooo... " Blackness coursed over the blinding light I felt as if I were going to faint. All awareness was centered in my sensuality, in my sexuality, in the incredible area deep inside me. After my scream all became blackness, and I passed out. When I came to, David was still on top me, breathing heavily, lying across my stomach. He shook his head as if to clear it and let it hit the satin bedspread. He smiled.
"That was the best ever, Jean. It was wonderful. I love you."
"I love you, too," I said, lifting his head and bringing it close to me, on my chest and breast. Both of us cried, partly out of sexual relief, partly out of the knowledge that his plane left in two hours.
We waited as long as possible and then dressed quickly. I watched David put on his green polo shirt and his brown trousers, his brown socks and his buckskin boots. He combed his hair and then sat down in the easy chair opposite the bed while I put on my yellow slacks and brown sweater.
"What I can't understand, Jean, is how he could get me fired and make it impossible to get a job anywhere."
"He has money," I told him. "Everybody in Greenville is afraid of him. Greenville was built with his money and he uses it like a big stick, ready to hit at anyone who goes against him."
"But Christ, Jean. Doesn't he know we love one another?"
"He doesn't like the idea of his niece screwing around with anyone, even if it's for love." David stood to his full six-foot length and plunged his hands into his pockets. I took a long look at his fine body, at the muscles he had strengthened on the construction job. A look of determination spread across his face.
"He's only won the first round. You'll be of age next year and you can do whatever you want. By then, I'll have a good job in Los Angeles, and I can send for you."
"Maybe it'll happen sooner than that, David."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I have an idea as to how I can get back at him for what he's done to us." David turned to me, a dark look clouding his features.
"You won't do anything rash?" he asked with concern.
"No, David," I told him. "I just intend to make him pay for making it impossible for you to stay."
"How, Jean? How can you do that?"
"I have my way of doing it, David. Don't ask me to explain it now. But I'll send for you as soon as I can. If I have my way, you'll be back in Greenville in a month or two." We waited as long as possible before putting his three suitcases in the car, and we returned for a final look at his apartment. Without his personal effects, it looked like a motel room. David promised to write as soon as he got to L.A., to the P.O. Box number I had gotten so my uncle couldn't intercept the letters. Neither of us said much as we drove to the airport. We kissed one another before he left to board his plane. I waved a final goodbye to him... and swore I would get back at Uncle Danch for making it impossible for David to stay in Greenville...
CHAPTER TWO
It was easy for Uncle Danch to run David out of town. All he had to do was tell David's boss that he was molesting me, and David was fired. Once the word got around town, David was blackballed. No one would hire him and he couldn't even get unemployment benefits. He had no other alternative but to leave, or to take on an entire town. However, the revenge I intended to take on Uncle Danch was based on more than his running David out of town. Its roots went way back to my childhood.
Although Greenville residents thought Uncle Danch a pillar of the community, I knew the other side lurking behind the custom-tailored suits that clothed his five-foot-eleven intense, slight body. His wide friendly smile and his rich tan, culled from long afternoons spent on the country club golf course, fooled many, but not me. Everyone was impressed with his good looks, his going to church regularly and the fact that he often gave his photographs of civic events to Greenville City Fathers.
More than anything, it was his money that made everyone think of him as God, that made his words more important than anyone else's. It is true that Uncle Danch was shrewd. His investments in oil and land had made him a multimillionaire by the time he was in his early thirties. He built his mansion high on a hill overlooking Greenville's city lights, and he talked of the town as if it were his, as if he owned it all.
In many ways he did. Greenville was built with his money. Politicians sought his power and influence. Everyone respected him because he was considered the most powerful man within several hundred miles.
Which was one reason I never said anything about what Uncle Danch did to me. I didn't tell David, because I was afraid he would kill Uncle Danch. And even when I had the chance, I never told my mother or father. Part of the reason was all the money Dad owed Uncle Danch. Even if he had believed me, he would not have confronted his older brother, because he couldn't pay on the money he owed him.
I often wondered why Uncle Danch did it, but I never came up with a satisfactory answer. Sometimes I would think it was because he was jealous of my father for being able to father a child. Or for having a happy marriage when all Uncle's marriages ended in divorces. Once I toyed with the idea that Uncle considered me his property because he had lent my rather so much money. But maybe it was just because Uncle Danch was a lecher underneath his facade of respectability.
Of course, when you're just a kid, yon can't really figure things out, can't really put things in proper perspective, and that's when it first started. In fact, it all started innocently enough with the slight touches and the requests for me to sit on his lap like I had done when I was but a baby. But then the touches became more secretive, more urgent. They became something that even my young mind understood to be beyond the usual family affection.
Uncle Danch would rub his crotch against my buttocks when I would sit on his lap, and would wedge his hand between my ass and his prick to increase the friction. I remember feeling his hard bulge pushing into me.
He would ask me if he could touch my budding breasts. I can remember how excited he would get when we were alone. How the sweat would appear on his upper lip, and how his breathing would become gasps as I let him touch my panties.
Sure, I'd let him do it. Why not? He always gave me presents afterward. He told me he would buy me a lot of other nice things but that I wasn't to tell anyone what we had done, not ever, not my mother or my father and not any of my friends. He swore me to secrecy and made me cross my heart and hope to die that I would never tell anyone. And I never did.
Mom and Dad never suspected what was going on. They were, in fact, thrilled that he took such an interest in me, that he bought me so many nice things, that he took me so many nice places and that he promised them, if they could not afford to send me to college, that he would. If they ever noticed those times when Uncle Danch would press my head or shoulder hard against his groin, or would wonder why he so often suggested I visit him for a weekend when he was in between wives, which was often, they never said a thing. And just like I got my little gift each time Uncle Danch played with me, my visits also paid off for my father as well.
Uncle Danch always seemed far more amenable to lending Dad more money after Dad had "lent" me to Uncle Danch.
If Mom or Dad ever had any suspicions as to why Uncle Danch took such an obsessive interest in me, there was always the reality that he could have no children of his own. Uncle Danch, with all his money, with all his power, with all his land and with all his oil wells, could not have the one thing he wanted most in life. He was sterile. Maybe that was why all his wives left him, because he could never admit he was the one to blame, in spite of the doctor's reports. Maybe his wives just got too angry at his berating them in front of other people. I, myself, had been at Uncle Danch's large dining room table at Thanksgiving, hearing him tell all of us that the reason he had no children was because his wife (#2) was not fertile. Three years later, he said the same thing about Wife #4. Wife #3 left him just six months after they exchanged wedding rings and Wife #5 split just before I came to live with him a year ago. His last marital partner was still in a bitter battle for who would get what, but I had the feeling that he Would probably win because he could buy off the judge and she couldn't.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. There was a time, after he married Wife #4, when Uncle avoided me as if I was a hot potato. This was just after I had entered puberty. He didn't watch me any less closely. I still caught him looking at my breasts which were beginning to bud into the beauties they now are and my nicely shaped legs, but, during all that time, he didn't lay a hand on me. I finally figured out why. It was because my Dad had sought Uncle Danch's advice as to how to give me adequate sexual training. Dad would also discuss his fears that I was having something sexual to do with the neighborhood boys. Uncle Danch became very upset upon hearing this and told Dad he would discuss the matter of sexuality with me. Our conversation took place, ironically, in the same study where Uncle Danch had seduced me when I was younger. Again, he told the servants he did not want to be disturbed. He locked the door after I entered the study and sat in the chair next to his near his old oaken desk. Uncle Danch did not seem the least bit awkward as he smiled at me.
"Your father has asked me to talk to you, Jeannie," he said, watching my reaction closely. "He thinks you've been having something to do sexually with the boys in your neighborhood." I smiled as sweetly as I could, thinking the entire conversation totally insane. Even before Uncle Danch had taken me on his lap and played with me, I had felt that the body is to be enjoyed. What is more enjoyable than sexual feeling? Of course, I had had something to do sexually with the boys in the neighborhood, just as I had something to do sexually with anyone who happened my way. Even as a young child, I had found the pleasure of sensation between my legs. I would touch my wet cunt with my dainty fingers as the warm sensation heightened into a hotness that would drive me to dig my fingers into my cunt and rub them against my clit, until a masturbatory orgasm released me from sexual anguish.
For the same reason, I loved riding horses. The movement of the saddle against my cunt, rocking first gently and then increasing in tempo, was always excruciating. My panties invariably became wet in the crotch as the saddle rubbed against my cunt. The pleasurable sensation was enhanced as the saddle spread me wide enough for my clitoris to be steadily rubbed and titillated as the horse walked, trotted, cantered, and galloped.
Never did I post when the horse began to trot. I just ground my cunt into the saddle, becoming more excited each time the saddle slammed at me.
I was always sorry when the ride ended and my mother drove me home, the throbbing between my legs remaining. My mother was an attractive woman who was a good housewife and mother and I am sure my father loved her but I do not think she thought much about sex. I am not certain she even enjoyed it. If she knew about sex, she was not aware that I knew about it. When I would go upstairs to take a bath after my ride, I am sure she was not the slightest bit aware that I first lay face down on the bed with my legs spread and my hand slipping beneath my opened pants and underneath my panties to close over my clitoris. I would finish what the horse had started, my entire body weight adding to the sexual pleasure as my fingers drove into my hotness and my bent wrist pressed tightly against the nub of my twitching clitoris that most begged for relief.
I rode my hand just like I rode the horse, my legs spread and my cunt rubbing up and down my wrist until I felt that dizziness in my head that indicated I was close. Invariably I gasped, as the waves of sensuality crashed onto the sands of my sexuality. Invariably, I nearly passed out as my orgasm overtook all of my sense awarenesses and I fell into a blackness and forgot who I was as my body frustration ended and I lay, panting, on the bed. After resting, I would get up and get into the bathwater to feel the pleasant sensation of the hot water seeping deep into my cunt lips and swirling around my genital parts as I slowly lowered myself into the steaming water. Even before Uncle Danch had rubbed his thick fingers into my crotch, I had enjoyed both boys and girls licking me there. I loved to be licked and I loved to have my cunt touched. And even as I sat there, watching Uncle Danch try to be so dignified, I would have liked him to touch me where he used to touch me when I was younger. I wondered why he was looking at me so strangely and then it occurred to me that I hadn't yet answered his question. Naturally, I told him it wasn't so.
A look of relief spread over his features and his smile returned as he relaxed back into his chair.
"I didn't think you would have been playing around with any boys, Jeannie. I just didn't think you would be that sort."
"I'm not, Uncle Danch," I told him, looking directly into his dark eyes. "You know that." Uncle Danch laughed and licked his lips while he stared at my breasts. I was proud of them and, everywhere I went, I made certain they jutted out as far as they could. "You've grown into quite a lovely lady, you know."
"Thank you, Uncle Danch," I said, and I felt a throbbing between my legs that was as immediate as the tone in his voice that indicated he was getting excited.
"Do you remember when I used to take you on my lap, Jeannie?"
'Yes, Unckie, I do."
"Did you like that, Jeanie?"
"Yes, Uncle Danch. I loved it." I smiled as I moved in the large chair so he could see more of my breasts, and I licked my lips the way men like to see a woman lick her lips. I don't know exactly why I wanted to, turn him on so much, but I wanted to see him squirm.
"I liked it too, Jeannie."
"I know you did, Uncle Danch."
"I'd like you to sit on my lap again, Jeannie." He looked at me again a long moment with his great, heavy eyes, but I made no movement and I gave no indication of my excitement. I was waiting for something more, and it came with his next words.
"I'll give you a very nice gift if you do that for me, Jeannie."
"What kind of a gift?" I asked, licking my lips again.
"Whatever you want that is within reason," he answered.
"A camera? You'll give me a camera?"
"I'll not only give you a camera but I'll let you develop all your films in my darkroom. And all you have to do is sit on my lap again, Jeannie."
I was already dizzy as I got up from my chair and walked next to Uncle Danch. It was the first time I had sat on his lap for many years, yet I had never forgotten the feeling between my legs. It was exactly the same, in spite of the fact that I was in a dress instead of pants, in spite of the fact that I was a woman now instead of a child. The feeling in my cunt was warm and wet and made me feel as if I could not walk without falling down. I wondered if I should sit with my back to him or facing him, but he indicated I should straddle his thighs while I faced him. I moved forward across his lap until I sat squarely on his thighs. Uncle Danch pulled me closer. Soon I felt a hard nub press against my cunt. He moved his hand up my thigh until it pressed against my panties. He pushed his fingers, into my panties and seemed thrilled that they were so wet.
"Now tell me, really, Jeannie. Do you fuck the little boys?" he asked, still rubbing my cunt.
"Oh, no, Unckie," I told him. "I'd never fuck the little boys."
"And you don't fuck the big boys?" he asked, rubbing me harder between my legs.
"Oh, no, Unckie."
"Have you ever seen a man's penis, Jeannie?"
"Only yours, Uncle Danch."
"Oh, so you've been true to me, have you, Jeannie?"
"Yes Uncle Danch. Oh, so true."
"Well then, you are entitled to a reward," my uncle said. "Suppose you reach down and unzip my pants and then I'll let you feel my cock."
I could not help it, but I was excited, so excited that I felt like I was in a hypnotic trance as I reached down with my hand to unzip his pants.
"That's right, Jeannie. Now go ahead. Go inside my pants and see what you find." I reached inside and I found it all hard and warm, already erect. I wrapped my hand around the staff of it as if it was my only hold on reality. "Go ahead, Jeannie," he said. "You can take it out, you know." He helped me take it out of his shorts until it was pointing straight up in the air, very close to my cunt. "Come on, honey," Uncle Danch then said. "Move up a little so it can touch you." He pulled me forward with his hands but I helped him, that is true. I wanted to feel it against me. I wanted to feel my cunt against his cock. The camera was hardly a consideration now. All I knew was that right between my legs I was throbbing, that I was so warm and wet and wanting and it all seemed so dirty, what we were doing. Nothing seemed to matter anymore-although my mother and father were in the living room and Uncle Danch feeling me up and me feeling him up in the study. Nothing mattered except the hot throbbing and the fact that I would again feel Unckie's cock right smack in the middle of my snatch. And soon, it sprung into view, his deep purple cock with the mucous already forming at the head.
"Go ahead, Jeannie," he told me then. "You can rub it against you if you wish." I wished to do so, for the first time in a long time. Before, when I did this, I had had no pubic hairs, now I did. Before it had seemed warm and good and sexy and dirty, now it all seemed even more good, sexy, dirty. I felt dirty when I reached down between my legs to grip his shaft. I felt dirty when I grabbed it and held it tightly in my hand. I felt dirty when I scrunched forward on my uncle's lap and put the tip of his cock smack against my panties. I felt dirty when Unckie's hand moved in and took hold of one side of the crotch of my panties and pulled it to the right so his prick head butted against no material but was resting right against those moist, wet, throbbing membranes that were spread so wide.
"I see Jeannie still likes Unckie's cock," he said.
I noticed that his breathing was much deeper and I also noticed that his breaths came in fast huffs and puffs and that his face turned red and redder yet when I rubbed his cock back and forth against me, "Do it some more, baby," Uncle Danch gasped. "Do it some more."
I made faster arid faster movements with my hand until his cock slid fast across my slit, across my clit, across my whole cunt area. I began pushing down against it. I wanted it up me. I wanted Uncle Danch's cock going up me like the boy next door did to me once. I squirmed against his cock. I liked it all the more when Unckie put his hands on my breasts, when he squeezed them hard and when he arched his body up against mine real hard so that his prick edged into me a little bit. And then Uncle Danch moved his hand down between his own legs. He took his shaft in his hands again, he pumped it hard with incredibly fast movements.
He kept at this until he came, spraying all Over me, it seemed. Then he rested again against the back of the chair. It Wasn't long before he wiped his prick off and put it back in his pants and zipped them up again. None of his sperm had gotten on my dress or my panties, but I wiped some off my thigh and then, when we both got up, he wiped some off the chair.
'Til tell your parents I'm going to get you a camera on the weekend and that you should stay over to take pictures and develop them, darling," Uncle Danch said. "I'm sorry to leave you in such a state, but I know your father is going to wonder what is taking us so long. I'll just assure him that he has nothing to worry about in terms of your having sex with the neighborhood bums. But I am going to suggest to him that for a while you spend your weekends over here. All right?"
It was all right with me. Uncle Danch gave me better things than the fellows at school. And somehow, it even felt better with Uncle Danch, maybe because it seemed more "dirty." Nevertheless, I could not help but lose some respect for my own father when he so easily accepted Uncle Danch's dictates, when he so easily bought Uncle Danch's story, when he so easily agreed to drop me off the first thing on Saturday morning so I could get the camera I had so much wanted and he could not afford.
Naturally, I had mixed feelings when I arrived on the following Saturday and Uncle and I drove over to the camera store. I knew I would get my favorite camera, a Konika, and I knew I would get all the attachments. I knew that a lot more would happen on the weekend than just taking pictures and developing them, as Uncle had told Dad. After I had the camera in my hands, I took pictures while he told me about lens openings, shutter speeds, different types of film and focusing. After dinner, I took color shots in the house, using the flash attachments. I went to bed early because Uncle had a business meeting, but he promised me we would develop the pictures the first thing in the morning.
For the occasion, I wore my tight blue sweater and my matching short skirt. I had to admit I had become quite lovely. My skin was a dark olive color even when it wasn't tanned, a heritage from my Italian background. My dark brown hair was long, perfectly matching my large brown eyes. My cheekbones were set high in a nearly perfect oval face and five-foot-five-inch height was just right, at least for Uncle Danch. I knew, now that I had the camera, that I had a debt to pay, and the thought of making payment was already making me heady with excitement, was already making me throb between my legs.
But Uncle Danch seemed all business as he told the cook and butler they could have the rest of the day off.
For the first five minutes in the darkroom, I felt I was in a photography class as he explained the developing processes he knew so well. But then as he looked at me and saw me smiling as if knowledge was the furthest thing from my mind, he sucked in his breath and turned off all the lights. I could not see him now, although I knew he was right next to me. I could only hear him breathing heavily. I could only feel him push up against me, I could only get uneasy when he took my hand and moved it downward, until my palm rested on his cock.
"What's that?" I asked, more out of shock than anything else.
"That's my head, darling. That's the head you like so much. Only it's not hidden in my pants now. So you can do with it what you want to do with it. Treat it nicely and you'll see what you get in return." I put both my hands Onto it, closed both my hands over it while my mind raced through all the things I needed and wanted. Maybe if I really treated it right, Unckie would buy me the car I so much wanted. But that was not the only reason I kept pressing my hands hard against it. I was excited. Right between my legs, I could feel my clitoris throbbing, my vagina contracting, my cunt drawing into my body.
"Move your hands back and forth on it, Jeannie," Uncle said, turning on the yellow safety light. Seeing his cock in my hands, seeing it all hard, made me groan. Uncle Danch lifted my shirt, put his arms around my waist and pulled me hard against him. His long prong pressed hard against my slit. I closed my thighs around his cock until the pressure against it was at least as great as the pressure of my vagina would have been.
"That's nice, Jeannie," my uncle said, his breaths coming slower and deeper. "Do you like my cock when it is hard and when it is against you?"
"Yes," I answered and my cunt answered him, too, by arching upward to feel more of his cock press against those warm wonderful throbbing membranes.
"Then why don't you take your panties off, baby. Why don't you take them off so I can push my cock into you better. Take them off, Jeannie, and I'll pull my pants down while you do that." I pulled my panties down and Uncle Danch took down his pants until no cloth surrounded his cock that was sticking straight out from his middle. And I guess it was the first time that I sensed an incredible kinship with my uncle. Both of us-not just Unckie-liked sex so much that propriety and everything else could be damned, so long as we got our sexual kicks. And the words we said had no meaning other than to enhance the sexual feelings that enveloped us.
"I shouldn't be doing this, Jeannie, because you're my niece and I'm your uncle. But I can't help it that my prick wants to be up against you, darling. Why, do you know how bad my cock is, Jeannie? It wants to be up you, it wants to be way up between your legs, it wants to be right inside you. What do you think about that, Jeannie?"
I wasn't able to think much about it at all. He was pressing his cock right into me, right between my legs. I liked the warm feeling of it against me. I liked the feeling of warmth and hotness between my legs that made me forget about everything else except the fact my uncle's cock was against me, pressing against me, pushing into me, that it made my cunt arch upward as if my cunt was clutching at it, grabbing at it, wanting it in me, too, as much as it wanted to be in me.
"Here, now, baby," my uncle gasped, hardly able to talk. "Here, now. Put it up you, baby. Put it up against you, baby. You'll like it even better, baby. Come on, honey. Spread your legs so Unckie's cock can be against you."
He lifted me onto the table next to the darkroom sink. He pulled my legs apart. He pressed his rod against me. He took his hands and spread my pussy lips apart so his prick could press against my most delicate membranes. And as for me? It seems there was nothing in the entire world except that feeling between my legs that felt better and better and warmer and hotter the more Uncle Danch pushed his cock into me.
As if I had no control at all, my legs spread wider and I arched my cunt up against my uncle's cock as it began to edge its way into my cunt, as it slowly began to spread my lips apart, as it began to press into the middle of my snatch. Uncle pulled me hard against him, pulled me toward him as his prick began to disappear into me. I could not help the incredible degree of excitement I had reached. I could not help it when I went into the throes of orgasm, when my own passions crested long before Uncle Danch even got up me. I could not help squirming up against him, pushing up against him until I cried out and then could utter no sounds at all. Until the waves and waves of sexual ecstasy tossed and turned me until I did not know which end was up and which end was down.
When I came out of it, when I "came to," I noticed that Uncle Danch did not seem to be disappointed. My own incredible excitement had triggered his, and he shot at me with his sperm which landed on my cunt, between my legs and onto the side of the table.
We looked at one another in the yellow light of the darkroom. I felt my uncle and I were two of a kind. I knew we would have more times together, and it was not just because of the gifts he could give me. I knew we were kindred souls, locked together by passionate natures of equal intensities.
Nevertheless, it frightened me when the court appointed him my guardian just one month after the auto accident. Mom was killed immediately. Dad lingered on for three days. With his last words came the request that Uncle take care of me, watch over me. My uncle gave his word to my father. And he had kept his word.
He had given me food, shelter, sex, clothing, and many other things for the past year.
Regularly our bodies became entangled when passions crested and demanded release. It is true that Uncle fucked me good. And that I liked it. If I hadn't met David, there would have been no problems. But I loved David and love was an emotion I hadn't known existed because I hadn't felt it before. And now, the man whose bed I had warmed so many times, the man who took care of me and gave me the material possessions I needed, had become my bitterest enemy.
I would get back at him, I knew. Locked into a battle that promised to be laden with bitterness, I was determined not to lose...
CHAPTER THREE
I knew the battle would begin when I returned to my uncle's mansion. The servants' quarters were all dark as I coasted my Mercedes into the garage, but a light still burned in my uncle's bedroom. No doubt he was waiting up for me, all ready to gruel me with questions. He knew I had been with David and was probably furious about it. As quietly as I could, I let myself in through the front door and tiptoed up the heavily carpeted stairway to my bedroom Immediately after shutting the door and turning on the bedroom light, I ran into the adjoining bathroom to shower. I did not want to wash David's parting juices off of me, but if Uncle Danch did come in to "chat," I knew it would be better if there were no tell-tale signs I had had sex with David. As I showered, feeling the hot streams of water cascading over my face, shoulders, breasts, stomach, arms and legs, I became more certain that the plan I had conceived to get back at Uncle Danch would work-provided I was more clever than he. I had several things going for me. One, I loved David. Two, Uncle Danch was so lecherous that he would forget all else if he had a chance to get his rocks off with me. Three, he would never suspect me of formulating such a plan. That, I knew, was the most important. He thought he had me right where he wanted me, merely because he bought me things and gave me food and shelter. And now, with David gone, who else was there to challenge his power?
To insure that I would have greater power in my confrontation with him, I put on my pink silk nightgown after I dried myself. It was his favorite. He loved to have his little niece dressed in feminine colors before he ravished her voluptuous body. I knew the chances were great that as soon as I got into bed he would quietly open my bedroom door and get started on his sex trip. I wanted to have as much going for me as I could. But as I stepped from the dressing room into my bedroom, I was not ready to see Uncle Danch already there.
I tried to appear casual when I noticed him lying on my bed, his back propped against the headboard with my two pillows. His navy blue silk bathrobe was open to reveal his baby blue pajamas. I knew he had more ideas than just "talking" when I saw his hand slipped into the opening in his pajama bottoms. He had probably been feeling himself up all the time I was taking my shower.
I sat down in the yellow easy chair opposite the bed, meeting his beady black eyes that seemed to barrel right through me.
"I'm very tired, Uncle Danch," I said, smiling meekly.
"I imagine you would be. Did David leave on the plane?"
"Yes," I answered with some irritation.
'You know why I had to get rid of him, don't you, Jeannie?"
"Yes, Unckie, I know." I smiled again, unable any more to keep my eyes off his hand which was slowly running up and down his penis. He appeared to enjoy the fact that I had noticed.
"You had sex with him, didn't you, Jeannie?"
I sighed and did not answer, other than to cover my full breasts with my arms and to cross my legs.
"I asked you a question, Jeannie," he then said, "and I want you to answer me. Did you have sex with that hippie bum?"
Immediately I became angry and my voice became cross. "He's not a bum and the only reason he looks like a hippie is because you took his job away from him!" Uncle Danch, still rubbing his hand up and down his prick, laughed at the anger I expressed, then demanded me to answer him.
"You still didn't answer my question. Did you have sex with him?" I sighed again, and nodded, looking down at the floor.
'You really are a whore, Jeannie. Not true to me at all, are you? As soon as I turn my back, you're spreading your legs for any hippie bum that comes along." I was furious at hearing him call David a hippie bum again and jumped up from the chair onto my feet. "I know him well, Unckie," I screamed, "and he's not a hippie bum. I love him!"
Uncle watched me for the longest time before he burst into laughter. My anger became even greater.
"In case you don't know it, Unckie," I said, nearly crying, "Uncle's aren't supposed to have sex with their nieces. The only thing that might make me a whore is the fact that I keep having sex with you!" Uncle's tone changed with that one, and he nervously pulled the curtains aside to glance outside at the servants' quarters. Uncle Danch had always been insistent that I not raise my voice when we were together.
That was one point he hammered into me regularly. You and I understand what we're doing, he once told me, but other people wouldn't. You are never to say anything that would let anyone know what we are involved in.
That would not be good for me, and it would not be good for you, either, because you will never get anything from me again that you need, and I won't send you to college like you want me to. Finally convinced that the servants had not heard my outburst, he let the curtains slide back together. Not once had he missed a beat in stroking his penis.
"All right, Jeannie, I know you are upset and I am too. I want us to talk, to come to terms with one another.
I want you to come over here, on the bed with me, and I want you to tell me everything you did with David before he left on the plane." He took his purple penis out of his pajama pants so that I could see it stand almost straight up from his body. He smiled as he noticed my eyes, widen. "That's right, Jeannie. I want you to come over here on the bed and I want you to straddle my lap like you've done so often and I want you to tell me, like a good girl, just what went on between you and that boy." I should have known that this is what he would have done, but I found it incredible that, just two hours after I had been with the man I loved my uncle would insist that we get together in such a lewd manner. Yet I had been through this many times before and I knew that it was futile to argue with Uncle Danch. But then too, my mind raced, providing me with needed information, This worked in well with the plan I intended to put into effect. That realization altered my behavior significantly. I laughed weakly, looking embarrassed and almost pleased when Unckie patted the bed next to him.
"I'm sorry for shouting, Uncle Danch," I apologized. "I know that upsets you and I'll never do it again. Of course, I'll tell you what happened."
I got up onto the bed on my knees and lifted my pink nightie so Unckie could get a glimpse of my brown pubic hairs. I moved up next to him, placing one knee at his right hip and moving my body slowly over his middle until my right knee touched his left hip. I ground my cunt around until I felt Unckie's prick tip. I knew he wanted his cock up me while we had our discussion. That was the way he always wanted it.
"Of course," I said, as my wet membranes slithered across the top of his cock. "You will give me something I want very badly now that I am doing as you wish?" Unckie looked like he was in seventh heaven, now that his cock was being attended to. "Of course, darling," he said. "What would you like this time?"
"A mink coat," I said, squirming my butt around again.
"All right, darling."
"Any one I want?"
"Of course, darling."
One thing I knew about Uncle Danch was that he always kept his word, provided I did as he wished. I also knew Unckie liked to direct the sex we had.
"What would you like me to do, Unckie?" I asked.
Grasping his prick, he moved it back and forth across my slickened slit. "Let me find your hole," he said, "and then you can rest your pretty little butt on my thighs as you take my cock all the way up you." He found my hole and I slowly eased my body weight down on him. As usual, I tantalized him by swinging my butt back and forth, circling it around his cock. Each time I did that, Unckie closed his eyes. I took as long as possible easing my body down on his penis. As soon as he was nearly all the way up me, I lifted my body up until only the tip of his prick remained in me. Then I ground my body down on him again. I knew, from past experiences, he loved me to work his prick over in that way, that he liked me to be active, as if I was fucking him instead of him fucking me. I also knew I was performing better than the whores my uncle used to go to before my arrival made that unnecessary.
Something else was happening that upset me. In spite of the fact I had had a magnificent orgasm with David earlier that evening, I, too, was getting excited with Uncle Danch. Watching the effect I had on him was turning me on. Spreading my legs for Unckie made me feel like a whore. Doing what he insisted made me feel wanton and dirty. I felt all the more depraved fucking Uncle when I knew I loved David.
Or did I? How could I profess love for one man and just three hours later be fucking my uncle, be sliding my vagina up and down his purple prick while his thick fingers dug into the same breasts my lover had so delicately kissed earlier? How could my sex juices be flowing with the same abandon they did earlier when my cunt now cupped the ugly prick of my sadistic, lecherous uncle?
"That's nice, baby," my uncle moaned, and I had to admit, as I ground my cunt harder against him and felt his thick prick ramming me to the hilt, that it was nice.
'"You're so good, Jeannie. Better than any of the whores I've ever been with," my uncle then said, grabbing my buttocks and pulling me against him harder.
"I'm glad I make you happy, Unckie. You're the only man who really turns me on, you know."
"That's nice to hear, baby. So nice to hear. He was panting while he said this.
"You wanted me to tell you about what David did to me, didn't you Unckie?" I asked, making certain I ground a full circle against him, making certain his rod went into me as deep as it could.
"Yes, Jeannie, I did, and I still do. Did you let him put his cock up you?" I laughed, in as silly a fashion as I could, as Unckie thrust his prick up into me hard. "Promise you won't get mad?"
"How could I get mad at you, baby?" Unckie responded, pushing into me harder. "You only did what was natural to you."
"Thank you, Uncle Danch. I knew you would understand." And, I almost believed what I said.
Uncle Danch moved his bottom back and forth and probed upward with Ms prick. He was trying to hold back, I knew, but he was not doing so Well. This was the first time I had straddled him in several Weeks. He had been leering at me for many nights and I could sense his anguish and fifty each time I got in my Mercedes to go see David. But now, all that seemed forgotten, now that I was again sheathing his prick with my vagina.
And there was always something that turned me on a lot when I was with Uncle Danch. Maybe it was that he never once acknowledged what was really going on. The tension was always maintained at an extreme level, with him pumping his cock right into my cunt and with his voice belying his true feelings. No matter how excited he got, how often he clenched his teeth, how much he grunted and groaned, he always talked as if nothing whatsoever was really going on, for the longest time. He would push hard into me and then would relax and I always knew that he was just on the verge of coming. Even though his voice sometimes got tense, the words he spoke were comparable to those he would utter when he was talking with a casual friend.
More than anything, it was this that made my juices flow. To be sitting across his lap, with his prick deeply imbedded in me, as he rocked back and forth and talked to me as if I were his virginal niece-to whom he was showing a beautiful sunset-this had the effect of turning me on greatly.
In a very real way, I felt more like a whore than I thought possible. I felt dirty and depraved doing what we were doing-both of us pretending that we weren't ever fucking when we were. "Tell me, baby," he said, running his hands up and down my waist and clutching at my full breasts. "Tell me what that hippie bum dared do to my little darling."
"Oh, Unckie," I said, an excited tremor edging into my voice. "It was just horrible. As soon as I got into his room and he locked the door, he sat right down on the bed and spread his legs wide."
"Did he have a hard-on?"
"Oh, yes he did, and the first thing I knew he unbuttoned his pants and took it right out."
"He did that to my little niece?" Unckie feigned shock while he pressed his prick into me harder.
"Yes," I moaned, settling into Unckie's lap a little harder.
"And then what did he do, darling?"
"He told me to take off my pretty panties and to come sit on his prick."
"You didn't do that, did you?" he asked, with horror.
"Only because he said if I didn't he would have to rape me," I said, avoiding Uncle's glare, but noticing the fact that his prick throbbed deep within me.
"And then?" he asked.
"So I took them off, my panties I mean, and I walked over to him and I straddled his knees.
"And then he found your hole... " Uncle Danch finished the sentence for me.
"Yes, and then he made me sit down right on his prick and then he put his hands on my hips and rammed me down right on him."
"Was he big?" Uncle asked, putting his own hands on my hips and forcing me down harder on him.
"Oh, so big. It hurt so much, Unckie." The sob I uttered seemed almost real.
"He's such a brute," Unckie said between clenched teeth, "to do such a thing to my niece." He waited a long moment, scrunching up against me again before he continued. "And then what did he do?"
"Well, as soon as he knew I was excited... "
"You got excited?" Uncle asked clearly shocked.
"Well, yes, Unckie. I just couldn't help it, the way he kept pumping up against me, the way he kept grinding into me with his prick, I just kept getting more excited and more dizzy until... "
"And then what did he do?" Uncle asked, sounding almost angry.
"Then he made me lie down on the bed, on my back and... "
"Show me what that brute made you do." Uncle said, now smiling at me.
I sighed and resignedly started to raise up on my knees, feeling my uncle's cock press hard against my vaginal walls as I began easing off it. I almost hated to leave his tip as I lay down on the bed beside Uncle Danch and spread my legs wide.
"Did he get on top of you then?" Uncle Danch asked, getting up on his own hands and knees.
"Yes, Unckie, and he put his dirty prick right into me."
"Like this?" Uncle then asked, moving between my legs. He took his now glistening cock in his right hand and began to insert it into my pussy lips.
"Just like that."
"Don't tell me any more," Uncle Danch said, huffing and puffing as he began to edge his prick into my vagina again. "I know the ordeal was too much for you. I can just imagine what that hippie bum did to you.
He rammed his prick all the way up you, didn't he?"
"Yes, Unckie. Just the way you are doing to me now."
Uncle Danch breathed hard as I finally acknowledged what we were doing. It was true he was ramming me much like David had rammed me earlier. Only before, there were words of love. I did not feel dirty like I know did with my uncle, ramming into me with his thick cock, like a dirty old man. Before, with David, it had all seemed all right. Now, with Uncle, it seemed all wrong. And it was precisely because it was so all wrong that I got excited, that I began moving my body back and forth in concert with the rams my uncle was giving me with his prick.
"Oh, Unckie, that feels so good, what you're doing to me," I said, my own breathing becoming as hard as my uncle's.
"That's because you are a whore, baby," Uncle said. "You just like cock in you. It doesn't matter if it's a hippie bum's cock or if it's my cock. All you care about is having a cock in you, going in and out of your cunt, isn't that right?"
"That's right, Uncle Danch." My words excited him, edged him into greater ramming passion. He began pumping me harder as he let his full body weight press me deep into my bed, and his knees spread my thighs wider so he could get even further in. But even though I knew he was excited enough to come off right then, he was enjoying our sexing too much to have it get over soon.
Several times he pulled back, until his prick nearly left my cunt unattended. Each time he pulled back, pausing to rest and regain his "cool," he would again ram deep into me, until my clitoris was pressed hard against his prick, until it started throbbing again, until I began moaning and moving my hips back and forth so there would be even greater, pressure against my clit and in my vagina.
I didn't care anymore that I was with my uncle and not with David. The whole thing seemed sordid, like my life. I seemed as disgusting as the biggest whore in town, who'd spread her legs for some stranger right on the street, unaware or not caring who was watching. I felt like a bitch dog and began moving as if I were the whore Uncle would have liked me to have been. Perhaps I was, because, even though it would have been the greatest blessing in the world to not be excited at all, to just lie there blatantly calm as my uncle was fucking me, that was not the case. I was as excited as I had ever been in my life. David was all but forgotten as the feeling in my cunt area was magnified beyond anything I had yet felt, as I sensed that all the accumulated hate for women my uncle had felt in all of his life was being unleashed through his prick and was soon to be deposited in my vagina.
I could not help it when I lifted my legs above Uncle's back and crossed them, rocking my body back and forth, to and fro, meeting each plunge of his with a counter plunge of my own. I could not help feeling as sexy as I had ever felt. I could not help but curl my lip, as the sexuality my uncle was generating throughout my being was slowly sucking all my body awarenesses from the tip of my head to my toes, and letting it center right smack in the cunt that was now so expertly being rammed by a man who could even make a virgin feel like a complete and utter lowly street prostitute. It was even worse that he had made me enjoy the fucking he was giving me.
"You're the best whore I ever had, baby. No other whore gives me as much pleasure as my own niece. You are great, baby. You are a great fuck. You know how to fuck good. You know how to please a man. You like cock, don't you. You don't care who gives you cock juice, do you? Just so you get a cock in you," Uncle said, breathing heavily in between sentences-and in between sentences he would only ram me harder.
His words made connection deep within me. Yes, obviously I was a whore, just like my uncle had said so succinctly. Yes, it was true that I knew how to fuck good, that I knew how to please a man. Yes, it was true that I didn't care about anything once there was a cock in me. Earlier, I had loved David's cock in me and felt lifted spiritually because I knew that he was my lover, that one day we would be husband and wife. But now, I equally loved my uncle's cock in me. And, in a very weird way the sex I was now having was of even greater intensity than that I had had with David. Ironically, the fact that I hated my uncle and cared nothing for him at all only added to the sexual intensity that was making me throb from head to foot. Even though I hated the thought of Uncle's thick lips pressed hard onto mine and his thick tongue invading my mouth, I opened my mouth wide to receive his tongue. Even though his right hand grasped my full breast until there was nothing but pain, it only edged me into further passion. Even when Uncle Danch rolled over on his back and pulled me on top of him, never once missing a beat with his meat, and I had the chance then to get off him and to tell him to get out of my bedroom, the thought never occurred to me.
More than anything, almost, Uncle Danch liked me to pretend that I had the penis and I was ramming him instead of his ramming me. Several times I scrunched my groin downward as if I were in fact fucking him. I moved my legs between his now widespread limbs, and went nearly wild with sexual intensity as my legs closed, creating pressure of the most excruciating sort in my vagina and against my clit and, I knew, against my uncle's penis. He groaned and moaned, rolling his head from side to side as I kept pumping at him. He spread his legs as wide as they would go, as if he were the woman and I were the man.
I felt I was "servicing" him as I pushed against him, each time feeling his penis slip deeper into my vagina.
Each time I rocked against him, it seemed to me that I did in fact have a penis and were ramming into the "hole" my uncle so openly presented me. I rode him, I think, for nearly five minutes until my clit could stand it no longer, until I felt all my body warmth converging in my cunt, until even my brain seemed to have its thoughts sucked away.
Uncle was loving it too. I could tell from the way he forced his groin higher into the air for greater confrontation with my cunt, the way he gasped, the way he begged me to ram him harder.
"Oh, baby, that's it, that's great. Oh, Jeannie, do it, slam me again," he all but screamed aloud. He was no longer the passive party, rocking and pushing against me each time I ground against him. He was breathing as if he had just run the hundred-yard dash; he was gasping, his eyes were tearing. My teeth ground together as my eyes shut tight. As usual when I was near an orgasm, there were flashes of light behind my closed eyes, as if my brain signaled me an orgasm was near by transmitting a steady beacon light.
"Oh, Uncle," I screamed as my entire body became rigid, stiff as a board, poised on Uncle's penis. "Oh, it's great, Oh, you're so good, Oh, Christ!" I moaned as Uncle Danch thrust up against me again, his semen filling my vagina. He pushed into me several more times, sliding around easily amidst the lubrications he had added.
I had some misgivings that his penis no longer thickly filled me, and I had to clutch my vaginal muscles tight in order to feel any pressure at all against my walls.
Uncle Danch looked relaxed and peaceful now that his passions were satisfied. Although the fact disturbed me, I, too, had enjoyed our sex. Not only that, I had performed exceedingly well, really earned that mink coat, because, in order to please my uncle, I had to feel guilty toward David. My feelings were definitely split.
Uncle Danch and I were two of a kind. In spite of the incredible anger I felt toward him, I knew we were cast from the same mold. He and I understood one another. With David, it was different. David still thought of me as shy and innocent. If he had known what I had just done with my uncle, it would have put him in a tailspin.
He would have had difficulty putting two and two together, merely because his conception of me would never permit him to entertain the slightest possibility that I could be so rank. But rank I was, even to the point where I had regretted feeling Uncle's diminished rod slide out of my vagina.
I rolled over next to Uncle Danch and lay with my back to him until he got up. Now that he was finished with me, he was only interested in getting his sleep. He turned off my bedroom light and, just before he closed the door, gave me a parting compliment. "Goodnight, Jeannie. You're better than a whore."
"Thank you, Unckie."
In the stillness of my bedroom, I had to admit his words were appropriate. Nevertheless, I knew I had won the second round with my Uncle. He now thought, more than ever, he had me right where he wanted me. He had tainted my last evening with David. He had made me a willing participant in depraved sex, even after I had told him I loved David. I am certain he thought I would never want to see David again because of what we had just done. He no doubt felt I would be more available to him than ever, ready and willing to straddle him at his slightest suggestive remark.
This, of course, was just what I wanted him to think. What I had in store for Uncle Danch would not only divest him of money, but would also place him at my beck and call. I knew I would be the winner and he would feel as deballed as a stallion that had been given a strong sedative before having its scrotum cut open and its testicles yanked out. With Uncle Danch, I was going to forget the sedative. I wanted him to be fully aware of what I was doing to him.
For this, of course, I would need help. I could not do it all alone. In a way, it was fortunate that David had left Greenville. His presence in town would have just made me feel too guilty to carry out my plan. But with David gone, I knew I could easily do it, provided Melissa would help. And I knew she would.
With that happy thought, plus the awareness that I would soon own an expensive mink coat, I slipped under the covers and slept like a veritable baby.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Good Christ, Jeannie. You really come up with the wild ones, don't you?"
"It's no more wild than my life is," I told Melissa. "Besides, I know it will work."
"But blackmail. I dunno. Your uncle has a lot of power in town. He's not a man to fool with, you know." Melissa looked deep in thought as she sat in her white terry cloth robe in her breakfast room, drinking her second cup of coffee. I gathered she had had a rough night. Working at the massage parlor until two o'clock in the morning and then often taking a customer home with her to make extra money was taking its toll. That, and the fact that the money she made turning tricks was immediately spent on the women she dated. Only twenty-six, she looked much older, no doubt because she burned the candle at both ends. There were deep circles etched into her almost pallid skin and her long, blonde hair was tangled and stringy. She had gained weight since I had last seen her, but that did not detract from her attractiveness. Melissa was the only woman I knew who could help me, or who would help me. I knew she was attracted to me, that she wanted me and I knew that that, more than anything, would make her agree to help. She also had been around and was unshockable. The prospect of making some extra money would be an additional incentive, I knew. And if worst came to worst, I could throw myself into the bargain.
"Now let's see if I have this right," Melissa finally said. "You want me to run the motion picture camera while you seduce your uncle, but make it look like he's raping you?"
"That's right," I smiled, "And I'll have the tape recorder under the bed."
"And I'm supposed to take these pictures from the balcony outside your bedroom?"
"Right, and then when he goes on his business trip, we'll develop the pictures in his darkroom."
"You know how to do that?"
"Of course. He's showed me how."
Melissa laughed her deep laugh, tossing her head back as her deep laugh rumbled forth. The thought of putting one over on a man pleased her, I knew. That was one reason I had sought her assistance. That and the fact that, although Melissa was only seven years older than I, she had the experience of many women forty years old. Many times since I had come to Greenville, I had sought her advice and help on matters I did not feel comfortable discussing with anyone else.
"Well, it would serve the old bastard right, that's for sure," she said finally.
Once she said that, I knew she would help, and it was just a matter of working out the details.
"How much you going to hit him for?" she asked, pouring herself another cup of coffee.
"As much as I can, of course," I answered.
"That could be a lot. What's in it for me?"
"We can split it, if you want."
"That I would want. Something else, too." She looked directly at me for the longest time, forcing me to suck in my breath. She had made no secret of the fact she had been attracted to me the first day we had met and talked. She had confided to me that the only reason she screwed men was to get money to impress the women she wanted to bed down with. More than once I had caught her looking me up and down like the men did. And it was not just because it was a hot summer day that I had chosen to wear my tight blue shorts and white bra that showed my nipples so clearly.
I guess she thought that the fact I did not protest immediately indicated that I was receptive. She got up and walked to my side of the table, pushing her groin hard against my shoulder. Grasping my pony tail in her hand, she yanked it back until I was looking right up at her.
"You know," she said. "Ever since I met you, I've been turned on to you. I've made no secret of that fact.
I'll help you for one-half the take, provided you let me make love to you."
'You seem to forget I'm in love with David!" I said, looking up at her.
"That doesn't stop you from screwing your uncle, does it? So why should it stop you from screwing me?
Besides, you might like it more with me than with David or your uncle. You ever thought of that?" I hadn't thought of that once. I had had sex with girls when I was young, but, since I had grown up, I had naturally gravitated to men. A couple of times I had wondered what it would be like to have sex with Melissa, but I rarely entertained a fantasy long. Then, after when I met David, I never fantasized about Melissa at all.
But I thought about it now when Melissa bent down to kiss me full on the lips. When her hand snaked around my waist and she tried to lift me up on my feet, I helped her. I smiled When she turned my body to meet hers, slowly grinding her cunt against mine. Her hands were all over my breasts when I pushed her away. "After you help me."
"Before," she insisted, letting her robe slide open so I could see her large breasts. "You get me so hot every time I see you, I can hardly stand it. We get together the first time today. Now. Then I'll do what you want me to." She walked down her darkened hallway toward her bedroom, demanding me to follow her. Her voice was even more commanding than my uncle's. Rather timidly, I walked into the bedroom. Her bed was all crumpled up, as if she hadn't made it for days. I could see signs that several men had been between the sheets since they had been washed. She had taken off her bathrobe and was lying nude in the middle of the bed, her legs spread wide and her hand slowly rubbing up and down her slit.
"Do you want me to take off your clothes or do you want to take them off?"
"I'll do it," I told her, upset at the tremor in my voice.
Partly because I was apprehensive, I shut the door to her bedroom to make the room more dark. It was only noontime, but the heavy curtains over her windows made it seem almost like night. In the dimness, I could still see her carefully watching me as I unbuttoned my tight shorts and slowly slipped them over my hips and off my feet.
"Baby, you're beautiful," she said, eyeing my triangular patch of pubic hair. Her eyes trailed up my middle as I untied my halter both in back and around my neck. She fastened her eyes onto my breasts, whistling when she saw them fall free.
"Oh, god, baby. Better than I had imagined."
I smiled, almost embarrassedly, and avoided looking at her while I wondered where I should place myself on the bed.
"Just come right up here, next to me," she said, and she patted the bed next to her in a manner not unlike my uncle's.
I was most uneasy as I crawled onto her king-size bed and lay down next to her, staring at the ceiling. She moved down slightly, turning over on her left side so she could run her right hand up and down my middle.
"You're truly beautiful," she said, breathing hard into my ear, and lightly caressing my breasts. "I can see why your uncle doesn't want any competition."
I stiffened as she mentioned my uncle because I knew that, as much as he hated the thought of my being with David, he would be even more furious if he knew I was in a woman's bed. But I must confess, my stiffness did not last long.
Melissa's lips were soon on mine, nibbling at my lips until they parted and she could slip her tongue inside my teeth. I closed my eyes, and in a very short time I forgot it was a woman who was holding me, caressing me. Her tongue was as insistent as a man's. It expertly darted in and out of my mouth, running first up one side of my tongue and then the other. She lifted herself up until her breast tips lightly touched mine. The arms that pulled me close to her were strong. By the time she locked onto my tongue, sucking it until it slid into her own hot wet mouth, I was enjoying the tickling sensation on my tongue as it lightly grated against her teeth.
When she pulled me up so I was on my right side, facing her, the juices between my legs were already flowing. It did not seem strange, at all, when my breasts were pressed hard against hers, when she ground her cunt against mine, when she used her leg to separate mine so her warm clit could press against mine. She moved her clit up and down and from side to side against mine. She continued sucking on my tongue, putting her hand hard against my buttocks to pull me even closer to her. The movement of her warm, wet clit against mine was making me dizzy, was making me wanting. I truly enjoyed it when she forced my tongue back into my mouth and stuck her tongue way inside my teeth. I enjoyed it when her hand was placed where her clit was before, when her fingers pushed my fleshy labia lips apart and three of her fingers skied across my Wet membranes.
Without any pushing or forcing on her part, I spread my legs wider so she could attend to more of my cunt.
All three fingers slipped deep into my vagina. The sensation there was similar to that of a prick being up me.
"God, darling!" she exclaimed as she took her fingers out and began to get on top of me, "You're so nice and wet."
In just a second, she was right on top of me, her groin smack against mine and her hands pushing my legs apart further. She forced her cunt hard against mine. Her hand spread my pussy lips wide apart and she must have spread hers apart, too. Because the next thing I knew, her clit was pressed hard against mine again and she was pushing up against my clit with hers, sliding her body down and then forcing it up against me, as if she had a penis that she was ramming into me. Each time her clit met mine, the feeling was most excruciating, most exciting, and it did not surprise me at all when I arched my own cunt so the sensation there was even more enhanced. She slipped her hand between our bodies and presently I again felt her three fingers enter my vagina as deep as they would go. Her clit was still pressed against mine, but now when she slid back from me and rammed upward again I felt her three fingers enter me, as if they were connected not to her hand but to her groin. It almost felt as if a penis were up me when she did that.
And as I did for most penises when they were next to me. I ground my groin and lifted it upward so her fingers could slide even deeper into me.
I could see Melissa was excited beyond belief. She was breathing hard, she was working hard, her eyes were shut tight, her teeth were gritted. I wondered if she could stand it a moment longer without orgasming.
As if she knew she was too close, she pulled back, all the while breathing heavily, and looked at me for the longest time before she bent down to me again. She was interested in doing something else. Her mouth closed over the nipple of my left breast. The mouth and tongue that had so nicely pleased my own mouth, tongue and lips, now titillated my nipple until it became as hard as a twig which she forced to one side and the other with her tongue. As soon as my left breast felt it was going to explode, she would move to the right breast, tonguing that nipple until it felt it was going to disappear forever, then she would return to my left breast.
All the time she did this, her fingers were busy at my cunt, tweaking my clit, running up and down my thoroughly wettened slit. Just when no part of me felt it could stand it any longer, I would feel her fingers force themselves into my vagina. I could no longer just lie there. I did something I had never done before in my lifer I took her large breasts and rolled them back and forth in my own fingers until her own nipples became hard.
She did not seem to be as interested in her own pleasure as she was in mine, or perhaps her own pleasure occurred as a result of my excitement. She sucked first on one breast and then on the other, making sure that her taut tongue struck heavily at my nipples, all the while causing sensual sensations of the most excruciating sort with her fingers in my vagina.
I felt so hot that it did not matter anymore what Melissa did to me. The warmth in my cunt area had reach a zenith, and I was pleased when she trailed her wet tongue from my breast down to my stomach. I arched upward with my groin as if I were begging her to put her warm, wet mouth smack onto my clitoris. I wondered if I could stand it until her tongue was down to my pubic hairs. She wet those hairs thoroughly with fast licks of her tongue before sliding it across my slit.
Melissa loved torturing me like that, obviously, because as much as I moaned, as much as I begged her to suck on my clitoris, she would not. Only briefly did she tongue my clit before sliding her tongue down the inside of one labia, then up the other side. She continued doing this for the longest time, her thumb tweaking across my clitoris while her tongue was busy at other sensual areas. I kept rotating my body, trying to get her to take my clitoris in her mouth, but it seemed like an eternity before she finally acquiesced to my needs.
"Melissa, that feels wonderful!" I groaned. My words spurred her on. She ran her tongue up and down my clit, circling it until I became dizzy. She pushed hard with her tongue, scrunching my entire clit up toward the pubic hairs she had wet so carefully, and then she pushed it downward toward my throbbing vagina. She forced it to the right and then to the left.
She poised her mouth directly over it, breathed hard onto it. The next thing I knew she had closed her mouth over it entirely, taking my entire clit in her mouth, sucking hard on it until I shut my eyes tight. I wondered if she was going to swallow my clit whole and suck my entire body into her mouth. She sucked and sucked, running her tongue lightly over my clit end, circling my tip with her tongue, then sucked some more.
Moving downward, she pressed against my clit with the bridge of her nose while her tongue sought deeper depths in my slit. She crisscrossed her tongue from one labia to another, until her tongue was planted squarely in front of my vagina, until it snaked into my vaginal depths and then out and then plunged in and then out.
Her finger rubbed against my clit while she attended to my vagina, until I felt that catch in my throat that indicated that the heat and the hotness and the wetness I felt were too great for me to contend with much longer.
I spread my legs to the widest extent possible, Melissa lapped at me as if she were a dog. She moved her tongue way down to my vagina, pressing its full width hard against my vaginal opening, slowly edging up my widened slit to end up at my clitoris that was throbbing so wildly. She did this a number of times, sometimes watching my reaction. As soon as she saw the pleasure she generated in me, she would lap at me again.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," I wailed. "Oh, Melissa," I shouted. "It's great! You are great! I love it!" I loved her to lap at me, to pretend she was a dog. I loved the way her tongue felt against my anus, my vagina, my slit, my clit. I loved the way she was forcing her wetness against mine, loved the pressure she created there. I loved it when she pressed hard against my clit, when she rocked her tongue back and forth.
Most of all I loved it when she circled my clit again and sucked on it with great abandon. I moved my groin back and forth so she could suck on me harder. It felt like she had all of me in her mouth, hot just my clit.
Everything that felt good seemed to be gulped up in her mouth, She sucked harder and harder yet and I cried out louder and louder.
"Oh, god, Melissa. I can't stand it much longer, can't stand what you're doing to me much longer. Oh, god, I'm close. Oh, god, It's great. "Oh, Gooood, Melissa, I'm commmming... " The waves of ecstasy crashed onto the shore of my being. I arched upward, lifting my buttocks along with her mouth that was so firmly locked onto my sex. I saw colors, flashes of light, felt like I was exploding, that each sensory network I had was simultaneously firing along with my clit nerves. It was a long orgasm, rolling through my entire body. It was a good orgasm. After it was all over, my entire body felt like jelly that had been warmed by the sun and was spreading all over the bed.
It took me a long time before I gained my breath. I put my hand on Melissa's hair and she embraced my legs, delicately kissing my pubic hairs right above my totally relaxed clit.
"That really was wonderful," I said, looking at Melissa for the first time since the orgasm had begun.
Melissa was pleased as punch. If she had had any apprehensions before we had begun, she had none now.
She knew she had given me a good orgasm. She knew I would not be likely to forget it. She seemed certain that there would be many more good times like the one we had just had. I wondered if she wanted me to do something to her, but when I asked her she said no.
"Next time you can do me," she said. "In the meantime, when you are alone, think about us being together and what you would like to do to me to please me. You can be certain I'll be doing little else than thinking of what I will do to you the next time we get together!"
I knew there would be a next time, just like she knew. It was probably the most pure time I had had in bed with anyone. By pure I mean that I had had few misgivings or qualms at all. Only once, when I thought about Uncle Danch, did it cross my mind that I was doing anything; wrong at all in letting Melissa make love to me.
With David, I had worried about my uncle, with my uncle I had worried about David. Both of them I knew, would be upset if they had known what I had done with Melissa. But I knew Melissa would never tell and certainly I would never mention it to anyone.
We spent a good deal Of time planning our strategy in regard to how we would get the pictures of Uncle Danch and how we would let him know how much he had to pay us to get the pictures in his hands.
"Sounds good," she said. "And what about us?"
"What do you mean, what about us?"
"I mean, when are we going to get together again?"
I pondered that one for a long time before I spoke, choosing my words carefully. "Well, I don't think it would be a good idea for us to get together until after the pictures are taken."
"And then we can celebrate?"
"Then we can celebrate," I promised. "But now, I'd better go." I got myself together, and then Melissa followed me to the door. She kissed me a hard goodbye before she let me go outside. I let her feel my thighs, my breasts, my waist, and I spread when she slipped her hands between my legs before I pushed her away.
"Later," I finally told her.
"I don't know if I can stand it, baby."
"You will," I said, slipping out of her arms and opening the door to go outside.
She watched me walk all the way to the car.
When I got back into my Mercedes, I gave her a final wave before turning on the ignition. She was still watching as I put the car in gear and the Mercedes rolled noiselessly down the street.
CHAPTER FIVE
Knowing Uncle Danch's sexual responses so well made it easier. Generally after I straddled him, he wasn't interested in having sex for another week. I made good use of the seven days I was left to my own devices.
Uncle Danch hardly noticed my comings and goings. It was not difficult to get the Bolex out of the house and take it to Melissa's. I spent an entire afternoon with her while she took several rounds of film and then immediately had the film processed at the Kodak lab. I picked it up two days later, and the two of us ran it off on the projector when Uncle Danch was at a Shriner's meeting. She had taken good movies and both of us agreed there would be no problems when she filmed the sex episode I would have with my uncle on his birthday.
Melissa was not convinced that the balcony would be the best place to shoot from, but I waved aside her objections, telling her I would work something out and for her not to worry. Each afternoon, I checked the P.O. box and there was, on Friday, a letter from David. He had taken a small room in an inexpensive hotel that allowed him to pay on a weekly basis. He still had not found a job, but he seemed less concerned about that than he was about other things.
Los Angeles is a good city, he wrote, and I like it. But it would be much better if you were here. I keep wanting you next to me when I go to bed at night, remembering all the times we had together and particularly that last night we spent.
Remembering how nice your body felt next to mine is what keeps me going, makes me so determined that I will make it. I cannot forget your soft touches, the way you responded, the way you fucked me so good. There are plenty of girls out here who give me the eye but I'm not interested in any of them. All my thoughts revolve around you. I want you, Jeannie, I want you beside me when I go to bed at night. I want to hold you and caress you. I want to take your breasts in my hands, to hold them and to honor them and to kiss them, suck on them until it drives you wild. I want to kiss you all over, your ears, your lips, your breasts and, of course, your cunt. I want you to hold my prick when it gets hard, to suck on its tip, to pump it until it feels like it can stand no more. I want to be licking at your beautiful cunt while you suck at my prick. Each night I want my prick inside you, pushing up against those wonderful wet membranes of yours. If you were here right now, I would tear off all your clothes and kiss you until you could stand it no more and then I would take my prick in my hand and put it right against your cunt and push and push and push until my prick edged into you, until I forced it all the way up. And then I would ram it into you, like you like me to do so much. I would push it way up into you and then take it out totally. Then I would find you again and start all over again, edging up into you and ramming into you, all the while watching how much you were enjoying it. I would watch you as you ground against my prick, as you moved your pretty little bottom up and down so that each of us would be going wild with the pressure. And then, when I got close, I would push into you hard, would ram it into you, would pull back and slam it into you until neither of us could stand it any more. You would scream and I would scream and I imagine everyone in this crappy hotel would hear us. Maybe that would get them off, too.
Sound good to you? Does to me. I sometimes wonder how I can stand it being away from you. But all I have to do is to remember and to think about us being together and I feel good again. You can call me here if you want, and I hope you do. It makes me feel very frustrated that I can't call you, but every night I come to my room and think about you and hope that you will call. Maybe we can at least have a phone orgasm, that would be better than nothing: Mainly remember one thing... that I love you more than life itself and am counting the days until we can be together again...
David's letter turned me on and I called him that very night, soon after Uncle Danch left for a dinner business meeting. Hearing David's voice was the most wonderful thing that had happened since he had left.
We talked for a long time, and it wasn't long before we were talking about sex.
"Where are you?" he said, finally.
"In my bed," I answered.
"What do you have on?"
"Only my panties and my bra. Why?"
"Which panties?"
"The pink ones with the lace. The ones you like so well."
"That's great. Which bra?"
"The one that matches the panties."
"Put your hands over your breasts."
"What?"
"Put your hands over your breasts. Squeeze them. Pretend they're my hands." For a moment, I was confused, and then it began to dawn on me. Of course. We were separated by nearly 2,000 miles but I could hear his voice as if he were lying right next to me. Just because his body wasn't here didn't mean that we couldn't have an orgasm, at least over the phone. I moved down on the bed, propping the phone against the pillow so the earpiece was on my ear and so David could easily hear my voice through the mouthpiece.
"You squeezing them?"
"Yeah," I said, closing my eyes and imagining the good feeling in my breasts was coming from the pressure his hands were placing on me instead of my own.
"Take off your bra. It'll feel even better."
That sounded like even a better idea. I sat up on the bed and removed my bra, watching the fullness of my breasts as they still jutted out from my chest, hardly needing any support at all. Then I arranged myself so I could both hear and talk on the phone.
"It feels better," I agreed.
"Okay," he said. "Now run your hands over them like I used to do." I ran my hands, my fingers, over my own breasts, gripping them, grabbing them, running my palms over the nipples that were already hard, enjoying the feeling immensely.
"Feel good?"
"Feels great." I answered.
"All right, keep doing that while I take off my pants." Over the phone, I could hear the rustle of clothing while I kept holding and caressing my breasts. "Still doing it?" I heard his voice ask, "Yeah but I wish you were here to suck on them."
"I wish I was there, too. You ought to see this magnificent hard-on I've got. You ought to see my prick throb with just the thought of being in you."
"God," I sighed. "I wish you were."
"We'll be together soon," he promised. "Now spread your legs." I spread them. "Yes?"
"Keep one hand on your left breast. Move your right hand down to your panties. Pretend it's mine. Slip it underneath your panties. Go down to your cunt."
I moved my hand down, slowly, like David always did, down to my silken pubic hairs. I separated my cunt lips with my own fingers and ran up and down my slit until the lubrications began.
"What're you doing now?" he asked.
"I have my fingers underneath my panties and into my slit, David. It's all wet there. It feels good, David."
"That's fine, baby. I got my hand on my prick and I got it gripped tight, like you used to do to me. Now I'm pumping it."
"Oh, I wish I could see you do that, David."
"Just keep rubbing your cunt, baby. Keep rubbing it while I'm pumping at my prick. God, I wish it were in you right now, Jeannie. Wish I were fucking you with my cock."
"It feels good, hearing your voice while my hand rubs me between my legs."
"Spread your legs wider, baby," he whispered.
I did just as he said and followed each of his directives carefully. I put two fingers into my vagina, just like he said. I told him how my pubic hairs had slipped underneath my panty legs and could easily be seen. I rubbed my vagina, dug into my slit, while my wrist ground against my clitoris. I told him how excited he was making me, fucking me over-the phone. I explained how the sexual feeling was enhanced each time I rubbed, how the wetness stuck to my fingers and my hand. I moaned when he told me how he was pumping his prick harder, how his semen was already forming at the tip. I listened as he told me how wonderful it would feel to him and to me if he were pumping his cock into me. The more he talked, the harder I rubbed. We were both beginning to pant, right to one another, across the phone. I moved my other hand down to rub at my clitoris while my right hand moved deep into my vagina. I just kept rubbing and rubbing, loving the feeling between my legs, loving the great warmth that was enveloping my being, loving the high degree of excitement I was feeling.
"Oh, baby. Tell me how it feels to you."
I told him. I told him how great it felt to have him rub against me, to touch my private parts. I told him how great he felt, pushing against me, plunging into me. I told him I couldn't stand it much longer, couldn't hold back much longer. I spoke in a low voice, almost out of breath as my excitement reached a greater and greater crescendo, and that same feeling of numbness, blackness and nothingness began to siphon into my brain. I told him it felt wonderful.
"Don't stop, baby. I'm still working at it, still pumping at my prick. It won't be much longer, baby. Wait for me '... now rub harder at your clit baby, where you love the friction so much. Rub harder, baby. Tell me, baby, how you feel now."
"David, I love it," and my voice was hardly a whisper.
"Yeah, baby, it's great. Keep at it. Tell me about it... " He was very close, too, I could tell from his voice.
My hands dug at me, rubbed at me, kept hitting at my clit, kept ramming into my vagina. My head felt as if it no longer existed. I groaned as I started coming, moaned more, then I heard him cry out: "Oh, Christ, baby.
Oh, God, I'm coming. It's happening. It's great, you're great!" I could just imagine seeing the strong spurts of white semen spurting from his cock, wishing it was spurting right into me, right into my throbbing vagina.
I felt wonderfully relaxed, and I knew he did, too. "That was wonderful, Jeannie. We'll have to do this more often."
"For sure," I agreed and I told him I loved him again. We talked a while longer, about how wonderful it would be when we got together before we hung up. I promised to call him the first chance I got, thinking about him all the time it took to put on my nightgown and get back into bed. I fell to sleep immediately.
As I had anticipated, Uncle Danch wanted to talk to me when he got home from his meeting. He came into my bedroom at midnight, waking me from a pleasurable sleep and insisting I sit up on the bed while he sat in the chair opposite me. He now wanted to know what I had been doing all week when he had been away from home so much. I told him that I had spent most of the time thinking about him. That was what he wanted to hear, of course.
"And what about you?" I asked when it was apparent he was not going to leave the room.
"It's been a good week, Jeannie. I made a good deal of money."
"That's good, Unckie. Then it won't bother you at all when I buy the mink coat."
"Of course not, darling. The only thing that bothers me is that we haven't been together all week long. I hardly think that shows you've been attentive to my needs." It was the same conversation we had had so many times before Uncle Danch started rubbing himself, before he would unzip his pants to show me how I could best please him. I was not the least bit interested in doing anything to him, yet at the same time, I wanted to peak his interest.
"I've been thinking of nothing but your needs all week long, Unckie," noticing his pleased expression.
"You were so nice in telling me I could get a mink that I spent many days just thinking of the one way I could repay you."
"Yes?"
"And I thought what I would do would be to save up everything I have thought I would like to give you and for you so I could give you the nicest birthday present you have ever gotten from any woman."
"But darling," Uncle Danch protested. My birthday isn't for one week. That's the day I have to leave for Los Angeles!"
"I know that sounds like an awful long time, Uncle Danch. But your plane doesn't leave until one, and that'll give us all morning long to enjoy ourselves."
"We could enjoy ourselves thoroughly right now."
"But not as much as we will then. Think of it, Unckie. I can look at you all week long, wanting you, desiring you, knowing that you want and desire me. And no matter how hot I get, I'll just hold back. No matter how much you want me, how much you beg me to have sex with you, I won't. All week long the tension will build up until finally, on Friday, we'll get together and really go at it. Won't that be wonderful?"
Uncle Danch didn't look as if he thought that was the most wonderful idea in the world, waiting so long, but I could tell he did like the idea of the tension's being extreme. More than anything, Uncle Danch preferred high sexual tension before he had something to do with me sexually. The first part of the tension began with his exasperated look, the way in which he so quickly got up from the chair, left my room without a word, and shut the door with more of a push than usual...
CHAPTER SIX
Uncle Danch cancelled his business appointments for the week. The reason he gave me was that he wanted to prepare data for the land sale he intended to make when he flew to Los Angeles Friday afternoon. But I knew the real reason was that he wanted to be around me so he could get sexually charged. No doubt he thought if he hovered around me right, we would have sex before his birthday. I did not discourage his hopes, but I did not give in, either. I just worked extra hard to make sure Uncle Danch was properly primed for his part in the movie Melissa would take Friday morning.
With this idea in mind, I wore clothes that gave Unckie little glimpses of what he most wanted to see. For the most part, this involved wearing the shortest shorts I had and a bra that provided him with a clear vision of my voluptuousness, Even the servants eyed me strangely, no doubt with good reason. It was a hot August week, but that hardly excused the very tight jersey halter I wore which so clearly outlined not only my breasts, but also my nipples. More than once, I noticed Uncle Danch staring at my hardened nipples as he sipped his coffee at mealtimes. More than once, I saw him slip his hand underneath the table while he was watching me, and I knew he was rubbing his hand over his trousers, so that his prick was not left totally bereft.
At his insistence, I took several walks with him, to the gazebo that overlooked his property, where we had many times had sex. He would continue watching me while he sat, his legs spread, so it was impossible for me not to notice he had a hard-on. In spite of the fact I felt within me an urging to look at it until he unzipped his pants and took it out, requesting me to straddle him, I fought my own impulses, as well as his. I merely pointed out all of the city sights he had told me about during the previous times we visited the gazebo. Yet I would brush against him, making certain my breast pressed against his shirt-sleeved arm and that my hip ground into his middle.
He also called me into the den to discuss the progress I had made on finding a mink coat I liked.
Immediately I sat down in the chair I usually sat in before I joined him. Casually, I placed my leg over the arm of the chair, knowing that he could see my panties stretched until my pubic hairs showed. But no matter how much he rubbed himself, how much he tried to maneuver the conversation we were having into sexual areas, I just kept rambling on about the mink coat.
"I did see several coats I liked, Unckie. "But I haven't made my mind up yet. But don't worry," I looked at him, eventually staring between his legs where he was slowly rubbing himself. "I'll select one no later than Thursday afternoon."
"I still don't see why we have to wait until my birthday to do what we both want to do, Jeannie. You could just come right over here and unzip my pants and then you could just straddle me, for a little while and it'll make both of us feel much better. I know you like to straddle me as much as I like you to do that."
"Oh, I just love to do that, Unckie. You know I do. But if I do that now, I can't give you as nice a birthday gift as I can if we both wait. We only have to wait two more days. Just be patient. You know it will be worth waiting for."
Uncle Danch merely looked me slowly up and down, resting his eyes as he usually did right between my legs. Each time he stared so longingly at my crotch, I felt the wetness forming there and the heavy throbbing begin. I stared back at him as well, watching his fingers press his trousers hard against his cock until I could see it totally outlined. It was true that I wanted to get right up from my chair and walk over to him and sit down right on his lap, facing him. It was true that it would have felt good to rub my cunt against his cock, to reach down and unzip his pants and move my shorts and panties aside so he could begin to press inside me.
But I never once forgot about the movie, and I held back, in spite of the urgings within me to take what the moment offered. Uncle Danch was clearly enjoying the heightened degree of tension. More than anything, he liked the tension to be extreme.
As I promised him I would do, I did select a mink coat on Thursday afternoon. It was a short jacket, of very dark mink, which snugly buttoned over my breasts and cupped my narrow waist tightly. Uncle Danch's enthusiasm was comprised of several levels of approval. The jacket had been marked down for summer sale and it only cost him $1500. It was a good-looking mink, and Uncle always liked the women he screwed to look good enough that every man who saw them wanted the same thing that was his sole privilege. Most important, the fact that I bought the coat made him feel totally secure that his birthday would indeed be a highly enjoyable one.
;I had tantalized him all week long, that is true, but there were still things to be worked out so that our sex, and the movie, would be the best ever. If was with this in mind that I made a "date" with Uncle Danch to watch television in the living room Thursday. He readily agreed to my suggestion, no doubt anticipating that he would finally be in me again by that very night, especially when he saw me wearing the pink nightgown that was his favorite, that showed everything I had, even in dim light.
I lay down on the living room couch so I could see both the television and Uncle Danch, who Would have looked totally relaxed in his easy chair across from me, were it not for the fact that he steadily rubbed his penis through his trousers.
"It's too bad we have to wait till tomorrow, isn't it, Unckie? But it'll be much better, waiting, won't it?"
; "I think it would be as good tonight," he replied, as if waiting was the furthest thing from his mind.
"You can come in my bedroom right at ten, Unckie. And I'll do just what you want me to do. I'll even suck on your cock, Unckie. But not unless you put it right against my lips. Would you want to do that?" Uncle Danch continued stroking himself as he turned to watch me undulate on the couch. It seemed his breath sucked inward as he looked me up and down from head to toe. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.
"You know I'd love that, baby."
"But don't get all your hopes up, Unckie. Don't get the idea that I'm going to suck you off. No way," I said, watching him look frustrated and perplexed. "Because you haven't been in me in a long time, and I'd like you to fuck me, too. Would you mind fucking your little niece?"
"No, Jeannie," he said, now looking right between my legs. "I wouldn't mind fucking your nice little cunt at all."
"Then it's a deal, right Unckie?"
"It's a deal."
"But you have to promise me, Unckie, that even if you get up earlier, that you won't come into my bedroom until ten tomorrow. You promise?"
"I promise," he said, still staring at me as I sat up on the couch and spread my legs.
"Maybe even, you'd pretend like you were raping me. I would love that." Uncle Danch laughed as his beady black eyes stared at the dark thatch between my legs. "I'd love to rape you, baby. I might not even have to pretend. The only reason you've gotten off without fucking me all this time is because I was looking forward to an exceptional birthday present."
"It will be an exceptional present," I promised him. "But don't forget, I want to suck on you for the longest time before you rape me."
"That's fine with me," Uncle said, putting his feet on the ottoman, as he watched me press my fingers between my legs.
"The least you could do, Unckie, is to let me see what I'll be working with tomorrow. After all, I haven't even seen your penis for two whole weeks!"
Uncle Danch put the palm of his left hand on his trouser leg, slowly rubbing himself. "Any time you want to see it, you can."
"Well, I want to see it now, Unckie," I said, exasperated. "Why don't you take it out?"
"Take it out for me, baby."
"Now that's a brilliant idea," I complimented him as I got up from the couch and sat beside him on the chair. Uncle Danch reached up to touch my breasts with the very same hand he had been rubbing himself with. I ran my own hand across his trousers, pressing hard against him until it seemed his hardness sprang right up against my palm. I hardly heard the voices on the television as I took hold of his zipper clasp and slowly drew it down all the way. His prick was pressing hard against his blue silk shorts and it was easy to slip my hand inside to grasp his rubbery rod. I squeezed it hard as I maneuvered it out of its confines until it stuck straight up in the air. Uncle Danch tried to push my head down onto it, but I kissed his lips instead, while the palm of my hand lightly circled the tip of his prick. Uncle Danch plunged his tongue into my mouth, slipped his hand around my waist, and pushed and pulled until I was lying across him, my cunt pressed hard against his staff. He tugged at me a little more until I was right smack on top of him, until my nightgown pressed hard into me, at the insistence of his rod. Immediately I got excited, my own juices moistening my nightgown as I felt his cock grind against me. I pushed up against it, feeling its tip press hard against me, right next to my vagina. Uncle Danch was breathing hard. He took both his hands, placing them hard onto my buttocks, pressing my groin down into him as he pushed up with his penis, I used my arms to push against his chest until his tongue was no longer in my mouth and I was merely sitting on him, straddling him as I had so often done. It felt good; his prick pressed hard against me and I wondered if my own passions would ruin my plan. But heady and dizzy as I was, I somehow pushed myself back on his legs until he was no longer pressed against me. I stood up then and maneuvered my leg over his.
"That's not fair, Unckie," I admonished him. "How can I give you a birthday present tomorrow if you open it tonight?"
The fact that I was so clearly excited was perhaps the best present I could give him. Uncle Danch seemed highly pleased at the effect he had had on me. He rested his eyes on the moisture which showed on my nightie.
"You'll never really qualify as a whore, Jeannie," he said, his voice also tense. "You get too excited."
"Just don't forget that it's been a long time for both of us, Unckie. We'll both have to hold back tomorrow." The fact that I had gotten so excited had a calming effect on my uncle. Maybe before he pulled me onto him, he had wondered if I was merely toying with him. My excitement made him realize that that was not the case. My excitement made me angry, even though it was helpful in convincing Uncle Danch that everything was on the up and up. It gave him back the control he had felt he had lost.
"I'll see you at ten tomorrow, Unckie. Don't forget to pretend you are raping me."
"That'll be my pleasure," he laughed, not even watching me as I left the living room.
I was still upset when I got into bed and set the alarm for eight, and I was not certain I could get to sleep without relieving my sexual tension by masturbating. It made me really angry to realize that, in spite of the fact that I was involved in such a bitter battle with my uncle, he could so easily get me excited. I was horrified that I could get so turned on to the man I so much hated, merely because his prick was pressed next to my cunt. If it were only my sexual longings that kept me from getting to sleep, that would have been bad enough.
But along with my screaming sexuality, my mind was racing over other details as well. I reminded myself that I would have to keep from getting overly excited tomorrow, or I might give the appearance on film that I was a ready participant rather than a raped niece. More than anything, the knowledge that I would make a great deal of money off my efforts and that David and I could be together forever was what finally calmed me. Still it was many hours before I finally fell asleep. When the alarm jarred me out of my sleep state, it did not seem I had gotten any sleep at all.
Groggily, I turned it off and pulled the phone onto the bed to call Melissa. She answered after eight long rings and sounded as sleepy as I felt.
"This is our big day," I told her. "You ready?"
"God, Jeannie. What time is it?"
"Eight."
"Jesus. I didn't even get to sleep until three."
"Neither did I. But it'll be worth it to both of us."
"Yeah, if I can only wake up."
"Get up now," I told her. "And come right over. He'll be in here at ten. You have to be all set before then."
"I have to have my coffee first."
"Well, hurry up. When you get here, come up the stairway to the balcony. I'll leave the door to the balcony open."
"Won't they see me?"
"The servants? They won't even be around. Uncle gave them three days off."
"Well, okay. You sure it'll be all right?"
"Look, don't get cold feet now. It'll be all right. He won't see you, you'll get great pictures and we'll both be rich in a couple of days."
"And then we'll go to Los Angeles, right?"
"Right. Just get over here."
"Okay. See you soon."
My phone conversation with Melissa was all I needed to fully wake up. It bothered me that she had to mention about us going to Los Angles and that had I told her we would. But I would handle that problem later. Now there was much to be done. I was certain it would go all right, especially since Uncle Danch knew I had gotten excited the night before. Already the sun was high on the horizon and brilliant light flooded my bedroom. It would be perfect for the movies Melissa would take. I got out of bed to get the tap recorder out of the closet, putting it under the bed and plugging it into the wall socket. I stepped back, way to the doorway to make certain Uncle Danch couldn't see it when he came into the room. Then I quickly showered.
Carefully I dried myself, enjoying admiring myself in the full-length mirrors in my dressing room. It was true that my body was nearly perfect. My breasts were just, large enough for a man with large hands to cup them fully. They jutted out proudly, culminating in pert, rosy, well-shaped nipples. My shoulders were just wide enough to counterbalance my trim hips and narrow waist. I had not an ounce of fat anywhere, not even on my well-shaped thighs. My legs were long, with calves and ankles which would turn any man's head. Not a blemish invaded my wrinkle-free facial features. Nevertheless, I put on makeup to make my features even softer. With brown eyeliner and mascara on my eyelashes, my eyes appeared even larger. The rouge made my cheekbones appear even more dramatic. I teased my long brown hair until it was soft around my face and cascaded to my shoulders in large, full ringlets. As usual, it was not necessary for me to wear lipstick.
For my starring role, I wore my tight little yellow shorts that showed my panties each time I bent over. The matching halter was like a bikini top, tying only around my back and covering my breasts only from the nipples down. I was certain there was nothing I could wear that would turn Uncle Danch on as much. As soon as I returned to the bedroom, Melissa was already opening the balcony door.
"Wow," I greeted her. "You really got here fast."
Melissa put the Bolex on the bed and turned to look at me, her mouth dropping open. "Good God, Jeannie.
You look absolutely ravishing."
She looked like she was going to put her arms around me but I stopped her. "Don't mess anything up. I want everything to be perfect for the film."
"I'm sure it'll be a blockbuster," Melissa said, continuing to stare at me.. She was dressed sloppily, as usual, her white pants dingy with smudges and her blue shirt looking as if she had slept in it. I wondered if she had even bothered to comb her hair before coming over. I brushed past her, lightly trailing my hand across her shoulder as I sat down on the bed and looked at the clock. It was ten past nine. Fifty minutes to go.
Melissa was nervous as I went through the final details.
"I figured it would be better if you took the shots from the dressing room," I told her. It's dark and Uncle Danch never goes in there. If the door is open just a crack, you can get a clear view of the bed. You'll be ten feet away from us, so there's no chance he will see you."
'You don't think the balcony would be better?"
"No. There's no way I can move the curtains so you can take the shots and not be seen. But it'll work well from the dressing room. With the balcony curtains open, there's all the light you need. Also, if Unckie wants to do something on the chair, you can get a shot of that, too. If you were out on the balcony, you could only get shots of the bed. I know I can pull this off, but there's just too much to think about if I have to have him on the bed. Sound all right?"
Melissa looked scared about the change of plans, but once I showed her how easy it would be with her in the dressing room, her confidence returned.
"Yeah, that's much better," she agreed. "I didn't like the idea of my being out on the balcony where someone could see me if they drove up."
"Well, just don't worry or you'll make me nervous, too," I told her. "It'll work out just fine, so don't get upset about anything. After we do this, I'll have to drive him to the airport. You just stay in the dressing room till I get back. You don't have to worry about anyone coming in, but I just think that would be better." Melissa nodded, nervously grasping her camera in her arms. We waited, both watching the clock's hands edge toward ten. At ten minutes to ten, I told her to get in the dressing room. Once she was inside, I fixed the door so she could take her shots and not be seen. At five minutes to ten, I turned on the tape recorder. Then I sat down on the side of the bed, waiting for Uncle Danch to come in.
He was right on time, as if he also had been watching the clock. He knocked on the door precisely at ten and entered the moment I told him to come in. He was still dressed in his pajamas but his hair was neatly combed and he had already shaved. He seemed highly pleased at the way I looked and his eyes roamed from one part of my body to another; It seemed he had difficulty deciding whether he most enjoyed looking at my face, my legs, my breasts or my crotch.
I stood right in front of the bed, looking as Sweet as I could under the circumstances. "Well, happy birthday, Uncle Danch," I said, more to break the silence than anything else.
"Thank you darling," he said. "Is my birthday gift ready for me?"
"I told you, I really didn't get you anything."
"You'll be more than enough," he laughed, walking over to the bed and sitting on it. "You look really sexy, darling. More sexy than you've looked all week. Do you know how hard it's been to watch you prance around in your tight little shorts and halter and not do anything about it? You've really put me through the wringer, you little bitch, but you can make up for it now." He reached up to grab me by the arm and pulled me down on the bed beside him.
"Hey, that hurts, Uncle Danch," I said, pouting.
"Not as much as you're going to hurt," he said, unbuttoning his pajama tops until I could see his hairy chest and his slight paunch, "Here, put your hand on my cock, baby. See how hard you make it."
"Uncle Danch," I said, horrified. "Don't make me do that!"
"Look, baby. Let's not play games. You said you didn't have any gift other than yourself and I told you that was fine. All I'm asking you to do is a little work."
"What kind of work?"
"To repay me, of course, for everything I've done for you the past year. I've given you food, I've given you a home, I've clothed you and I've bought you nice things. Now I want you to repay me. I want you to go down on me." Uncle Danch had already untied his pajama bottoms and had slipped his own hand underneath the blue silk to pull his prick out. "You see how it's throbbing? All it wants is your mouth on it."
"But Uncle Danch!" I exclaimed, trying to get up from the bed. Uncle Danch grasped his hand around my wrist and stood up, his pajama bottoms clustering around his ankles. He stepped out of them, grabbed hold of my other arm and forced me to lie down on the bed. I struggled enough that my head was at the bottom of the bed and my legs were at the head. Uncle Danch straddled me, placing one leg on the right side of my waist and the other on my left. Leaning forward, he pressed my shoulders into the bed. He sat down on my stomach until I felt his testicles flatten out against me. His prick was hard, as purple as I had ever noticed it, and it stuck straight out from his middle.
"Don't say anything at all, Jeannie. Just watch it while I bring it closer to your lips. And as soon as I get all the way up to your lips, I want you to open them and I want you to kiss it." Uncle Danch took a long time moving up my body. He made certain that the tip of his cock pressed against my breasts, which were now exposed, although my halter was still tied around my back. He seemed to enjoy taking his time moving up to my mouth, all the while scrunching his balls hard against me. He placed his shins on my upper arms as he came closer.
"That hurts, Uncle Danch," I screamed. "It hurts my arms!"
"I'll take my shins off your arms as soon as you take my cock in your mouth, Jeannie. And as long as you suck on me right, I won't hurt you anymore." He supported his body weight on his knees, his shins still pinioning my arms. With his right hand, he took his prick and began running it across my lips. "Come on, honey. Open up that pretty little mouth of yours. Suck on my cock, baby."
"Uncle, you're hurting my arms. Please stop!"
"Just open your mouth, baby. Take my cock inside your mouth, and as soon as you do, I won't hurt your arms any more."
Gingerly, I opened my mouth. Uncle Danch pulled the tip of his prick across my lips, probing into my teeth. Slowly I opened my teeth, and he rammed his cock into my mouth.
"That's it, Jeannie. Now suck on it and I'll take my legs off your arms.
I let my mouth close over his cock until I was circling it, until I was sucking on it the way he liked me to do. As soon as I did that he moved off my arms, putting his knees against my armpits and rising up on them, moving them down slightly so he could push himself deep into my mouth and draw his prick out. Each time he pushed into me he went so far down my throat I gagged. Then he would laugh and pull himself back until my tongue could only grasp his tip. And then he would plunge inward until I gagged again.
His left hand was unbuttoning my shorts but he never missed his rhythm as he continued to pump his cock into my mouth. He pressed his right hand hard against my breast, squeezing it until it hurt. Then finally, about the twelfth time I had gagged, Uncle Danch seemed to take pity on me. He took his rod totally out of my mouth, moved down on the bed, and started tugging at my shorts and panties until he had them down around my thighs.
"Uncle," I screamed, trying to get up from the bed. Uncle gave a final yank to my panties and shorts, getting them down around my ankles. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled at me with all his might. My head thudded against the wall, right above the bed. My head hurt, and I just lay there while Uncle undid the tie at my back so my top fell free and he could yank my shorts and panties off my feet. Then he pulled at me again until I was lying on my back, and he spread my legs so he could get between them.
"I just want to be in you, Jeannie. You suck good, but I'm sure it will feel much better if I just ram my cock into your cunt."
I struggled a bit, but Uncle's body weight prevented me from moving to a great extent, I felt my thighs part as his legs spread them wider. Soon I felt his prick press hard against my cunt. Uncle was lying across my breasts while his hand held his staff and pressed it against my cunt. He ran his prick up and down me, pleased at the wetness that made his slide easier, and probed me a number of times, attempting to find my hole.
"Oh, you feel so nice, Jeannie. Oh, you're such a good birthday present," he gasped, finally finding my hole and pushing hard into it.
His prick edged into me and, with little upward jerks of his groin, began ramming all the way up. He moved his body from side to side, grinding first to the right and then to the left, then up, then down. He pushed in as far as he could, then withdrew until his cock was nearly out of me. Then suddenly, he left me totally, scrambled off the bed, put his hands around my waist, and pulled me until my buttocks were just to the edge of the bed and he was between my legs again, pushing his cock into me. I watched him as he lifted my body up higher until I was perpendicular to him, watched him as he looked at my face, breasts, stomach and finally my cunt. He pushed in again, and I again felt that excruciating pleasure of having my vagina thickly filled. My stomach muscles hardened as I arched up to meet his thrust. He enjoyed going at it slowly, with maximum intensity. Like always, he liked to prolong the intensity and his own agony. More than anything, he liked to do me so that, no matter what, I would get excited enough to beg him to fuck me.
If I had felt dirty before when Uncle Danch did me, not once did any other time match the degree to which I felt dirty and depraved as I did now. My butt was at least one foot higher than the mattress. My heels were supporting most my body weight, barely able to maintain their hold on the side of the mattress. Uncle Danch was standing almost to his full height, digging his fingers into my buttocks as he pulled me against him when he rammed full into me, and pushing me away when he withdrew. In just another second, he pulled me toward him again so he could slam into me, only harder. The placement of my legs and feet made all my sexual parts wide open to him. When he slammed into me, I could feel the base of his prick press hard against my clit. In spite of the movie, in spite of the brutalness with which Uncle was ramming me, it felt good. My clit and cunt could have cared less what was happening as long as they got their pleasurable pressure. Uncle Danch must have sensed this. Because each time, he slammed against my clit, he took especial care to rotate his groin so that his prick pressed hard against it.
"You like that, don't you, baby? You like it when I press hard against you, don't you, sweetie?" The look on my face must have been sufficient answer for him. He smiled as he moved his cock out of me and pushed it deep into me again, grinding his groin in a full circle, pressing it hard against my clitoris. When I relaxed my legs, my buttocks angled downward so there was even more pressure at my clitoris. Uncle was slipping into me easily, now that I was all wet and gooey in my vagina. It was almost involuntary on my part when my already tight vagina contracted, and I felt even more friction when Uncle Danch plunged his cock deep into me and withdrew it for another more intense ram.
It wasn't much longer before Uncle's plunges were faster, and quicker. It wasn't much longer before he pushed me further back on the bed, almost to the middle and his body weight fell across my stomach and breasts. He was close to coming, I knew, and he was ramming me even harder. He pushed into me as if he would go right up to my throat, if he could. He'd pull back a little and would then ram in again. Then, it seemed he never pulled back at all, that he only kept slamming and slamming against me, until it felt like he was going to split me right apart.
"My cock really likes you, Jeannie. It's wanted to be up you for such a long time. It is thoroughly enjoying fucking you," Uncle said, gritting his teeth. I knew it would not be much longer before he sprayed his semen right into me.
The rams and, slams continued until Uncle Danch was breathing so hard I thought he would explode.
When he did, it was with a final emphatic thrust, with a flush that reddened all of his face, and with an excruciating gasp. His spurts filled my vagina until his semen overflowed out of it. As usual when he had had an orgasm, he lay on top of me until the redness left his face. Then he got up, and picked up his pajamas.
"That was very nice, Jeannie. You gave me a very nice birthday present. I'm going to take a quick shower now. Then you can drive me to the airport."
Uncle Danch left the room without even looking back at me. As soon as he had his rocks off, he wasn't interested in me at all. But it was all right with me. This time, I had something to get back at him with. I shut the bedroom door tight and turned off the tape recorder. Melissa watched me while I showered and put on my white pants suit. She gave me the okay sign, but neither of us spoke. We both felt lucky and it didn't make sense to push our luck.
As soon as I had dressed, I, left to take Uncle Danch to the airport.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Why don't you just relax and enjoy it," she murmured before placing her mouth over my nipple, gently tonguing it.
Until that moment, I had been furious at Melissa for insisting we have sex as soon as I returned from the airport. It had not been passion that made my teeth clench together when she took off my pants suit, panties and bra. I submitted to her demands only because she had made having sex a prerequisite to her helping me develop the film. Once she tongued me so expertly, however, I began enjoying that sensation fully as much as the warmth generated from her fingers rubbing me between my legs. Those fingers trickled across my clitoris until I could swear that every nerve ending vibrated to her light touch, each wanting more sensation. The fact that I was wet enough for her fingers to slide so gently across my clitoris and up and down my quim also made me angry. It was definite irritation I was feeling, along with sexual excitement. Part of my anger was owing to the fact that she could turn me on so much. It rankled me that just two hours after faking a rape scene with my uncle, I was being held by a woman, who was soothing and stimulating membranes that still ached from his hard plunges. It bothered me that I would submit to her embraces when all I really wanted to do was develop the film. I also did not like the fact that she was calling the shots.
Melissa was unaware of my irritation. She took more of my breast in her mouth, tonguing, teething, pulling and tugging at my nipple until it became hard. Her fingers were still busy between my legs, titillating my slit membranes until my legs spread as if they had a mind of their own. Perhaps they did, because the last thing in the world I wanted was to respond sexually to Melissa. Maybe there was a mind somewhere in my cunt that was stronger than the mind in my brain. Or perhaps it was just that I was oversexed, ready, willing and responsive to anyone who just happened to touch my sexual parts.
I gritted my teeth again as the sensation felt in my nipple was similar to the heightened sensations in my quim. The more excited I got, the more I wanted to strike my clenched fists against Melissa's head. And, it seemed, the more angry I got, the more excited I got as well.
It was difficult to believe the excruciating level of sensation her lips and tongue caused in my nipple. That plus my irritation was making me as dizzy as I can recall being. Both my excitement and my anger joined together. So, she likes breasts, does she, I thought. I'll give her more breast than she's ever had. I'll make her want me so much that it will utterly crush her when I tell her to kiss off, that I'm going to marry David.
With that resolution, I could give in to the sexuality Melissa was causing in me. I teased her. I took my left breast from her busy mouth and held the nipple of my right breast just in front of her lips. Each time she moved her head forward to suck on it, I would move back. When I had frustrated her sufficiently, I let her suck on it again. Again, the wet delicateness of her tongue and lips on my breast felt excruciatingly good, at least as good as the wet area between my legs where she continued stroking me.
"Melissa, that does feel good," I admitted as I rolled my groin against her thigh. Her mouth never once left my breast as I got on top of her, supporting myself on my arms. I was excited, that was true. I loved her fingers against my cunt, but I wanted to feel myself against her. She spread her legs so mine could rest between hers. While she sucked on my breasts, I spread my labia lips until I was open to her, then I pressed into her cunt. I maneuvered against her until my wetness met hers. Slowly I ground up against her as she continued sucking on my breast. Just as her excitement was peaking, I would take my breast from her mouth. I rotated my upper body until first one hardened nipple was in front of her mouth and then another. When she finally captured one nipple with her lips, I allowed her to suck on it only briefly before I moved back and teased her with my other nipple.
"Baby, let me suck on it," she begged. I gave her my right nipple again and her mouth opened greedily, closing over as much of it as she could, sucking with great intensity, but never once irritating me, only making me more excited. I felt she was sucking from my breast a definite substance. It seemed like some wet excretion was leaving my nipple. It was one of the most subtle pleasures I had ever felt in my life. The pleasure was magnified with each suck, with each time she ran her tongue over the tip of my nipple. The impression that she was sucking from me a definite substance made me dizzy. I stopped grinding into her with my clit in order to gain the full sensation of that strange feeling. David had sucked on my breasts when we had been together, but never so delicately as Melissa was doing. Never had I ever felt such an incredible sensation in my breasts. It was making me heady, dizzier. The more she sucked, the headier I got. The more she sucked, the more I wanted to be sucked. I closed my eyes when it felt they were going to fall backward into my skull.
When I could stand it no longer, I moved back until my left nipple left her mouth, and I presented her with my right breast.
The moment she started sucking on it, it, too, made me heady. There was something in the way she sucked that made me so dizzy that it was difficult to think of anything else, even my anger. She also looked very beautiful while she sucked my breast. Young and innocent, like a child.
As much as I enjoyed Melissa sucking on my breasts, I also wanted her mouth sucking on me elsewhere.
Even though I was rocking my clitoris against hers, it was throbbing for even more sensation. Slowly, I maneuvered my body up hers. She seemed upset that she had lost contact with my breast again, but was more than pacified when I placed my legs on either side of her waist and slowly started to move my cunt up to her mouth. I took my time, sliding against her stomach until she felt my moistness and then pushing up against one breast and then another. All the time, her eyes were watching my cunt coming closer to her face. I must admit that more than anything at that moment, I wanted her to suck on my clit the way she had been sucking on my breasts.
I got up on my knees again and placed them on either side of her head before I began to lower myself down to her mouth. As I had done with my breasts, I teased her with my cunt, offering it to her and then taking it away from her. She would start to lick me and I would rise up again until it was impossible. Then I would lower myself and she would make another attempt to suck on me.
Finally, I spread my legs so my cunt was just above her mouth. She tongued me and I lowered myself until she had full access to my cunt. She ran her tongue around my clit, circled it, then clasped it with her lips, sucked on it. Several times she ran her tongue across the sensitive portion that was throbbing for more wet saliva and for more sensation. She pulled the pillow farther under her head so it was easier to suck on me. She sucked with the same intense gentleness she had earlier on my breasts.
I loved what she was doing. I spread my legs as wide as they could go so she could get to more of me. I lifted upward so she could run her tongue down to my vagina and slip into it. Then I rotated my groin so she had full access to my clit. Hungrily, she locked onto it again, rolled her tongue across it, took it all the way into her mouth to suck on it again. Each time she sucked, she took more of it in her mouth. I rocked up against her mouth, pushed further into her until she grabbed onto more of me. Again, I felt as if my mind was being sucked out of the back of my head, as her mouth, tongue and teeth combined to give me sexual pleasure of maximum intensity. Melissa was providing me with sexual pleasure I had not previously thought possible. It was subtle, it was delicate, it was not rushed or hurried. It was gentle as the warm summer breeze that wisped around my body, and it was generating within me a warmth that was as great as the hot summer sun. Each time I ground against her, and sucked harder.
She was locked onto my clit like she would never let go. She kept sucking more and more of it into her mouth. It seemed like my clitoris was getting bigger with each of her sucks. It was as if there was nothing else in the entire world other than the feeling between my legs. It was not possible for anything to enter my mind other than the awareness of the sexual intensity I was feeling. I had no thoughts of Uncle, no thoughts of David, no thoughts of money, no thoughts of good or bad, right or wrong, no thoughts at all. Never before had I-understood women who liked women. Now I knew. With a woman, the sexuality was more subtle but just as intense. It was not like being fucked. It was strictly being made love to.
Melissa pulled me up onto her face, sliding her tongue way up and down the entire length of my crack. She gently probed me with her fingers. They slipped right up my vagina. Now each time I thrust myself deep into her mouth, her fingers tugged against my vaginal walls. Each time I rocked my groin harder against her mouth, my sensuality was further intensified by the warmth, wetness and sensory manipulations of Melissa's mouth and tongue. Each time I moved backward, it seemed all my sexuality was scuffed across her well-shaped teeth. The sensation in my vagina was as incredible as the sensation in my clitoris. Both were equally intense, warm. Upward, and backward I rocked, each time undulating to the incredible feelings of sexual ecstasy. It was difficult to focus on anything other than the incredible sensual feelings engulfing me. I was no longer aware of the room we were in. I was no longer aware of time. I was not aware of my body, or hers. I was only aware that my orgasm had begun.
It rocked through my entire body. I felt as if I were poised on a sexual precipice for an eternity. I could neither go back, nor could I take the final plunge. Melissa was sucking on all of me, it seemed. Her fingers were rammed into my vagina as far as they would go. She kept plunging her fingers into me, as she sucked harder and harder. My entire body felt like it was being pulled apart. I was just about to explode, all of me joined together into one big, huge sexual throb that peaked but would not relax. My head tightened, I grimaced, I tensed, and, finally, I screamed.
"Oh, God, Melissa... " All the awareness I had in my body was centered right in my clitoris, where Melissa was sucking so wonderfully. The explosion began there. It seemed to go on forever, while I felt churned by one overwhelming wave of sexual release after another. The waves continued corning, continued crashing throughout me, tossing and turning me, making my head spin, making me feel as if I would black out at any moment. Then finally the orgasm subsided, the throbbing still racking me until I relaxed so totally, it seemed I was drained of all the energy in my body. All the tension I had felt no longer was a part of me. I rolled away from Melissa, fell to her right and lay on my back beside her until my breathing returned to normal. When I opened my eyes and turned to Melissa, she was watching me, smiling at me.
"That was wonderful, Melissa," I told her.
"That I gathered."
"Thank you."
"It was wonderful for me, too."
"I'm glad of that, too."
"You respond more than any woman I've done that to. That's one reason why I want to be with you."
"You sure know how to do that good," I told her.
"I've had a lot of practice," she said. "That I gather." It was indeed strange that the orgasm I had had with Melissa was greater in intensity than the orgasms I had had with Uncle Danch or with David. I could not exactly figure out why. I enjoyed the orgasm but did not really appreciate the fact that a woman had given me so much sexual enjoyment. I was, in fact, totally unnerved by the fact a woman had taken me to greater sexual realms than my lover had. Unnerved and not a little bit upset. Certainly the last thing in the world I wanted to be was with a woman lover. That would be ridiculous. But I could learn a lot about sexual responses-my sexual responses-from Melissa. Then, the next time David and I got together, I could train him to do the things that Melissa had done. I did like the orgasm Melissa had given me, but even orgasms like that were not worth leaving the heterosexual world. It was just not in my plans to be gay. And even though Melissa's expert tongue, mouth, lips and tongue had given me the greatest orgasm I had yet experienced, as soon as my energies returned, I experienced another twinge of anger. Yet it was more than anger, it was outrage. How dare Melissa make me wonder if I were queer!
I was also angry that now that I had had my orgasm, I wondered if I should do something to give Melissa a similar orgasm. Fortunately, however, when I asked her if she wanted me to do something to her, she said she wanted to wait. I really wondered if I could go down on her. It just didn't seem right for me to do that. It just didn't seem right for one woman to go down on another woman. There was something abnormal about it. I was highly chagrined that I had had such an overwhelming orgasm through abnormal means. I knew that at some point I would have to do Melissa, but I was glad I didn't have to do it then. But Melissa did have some very good ideas. The best idea she had was to get dressed and start developing the film.
I didn't really feel like getting up just, then but it was better than lying on the bed with Melissa fondling me. Now that my orgasm was over, I didn't want her to touch me. I wanted to remember her technique so I could transfer this information to David, but I wanted to forget that a woman had provided me with this information. Even more, I wanted to forget that the woman was Melissa. I really didn't like her all that much.
Melissa was the first to get out of bed to put on her clothes. At first, I thought she must be incredibly perceptive, that she had picked up on my thoughts, but as soon as she spoke, I realized I was incorrect.
"The sooner we develop the film, the sooner we'll be together,", she said as she pulled on her clothes. "I figure that you and I can be driving cross-country in your Mercedes within a month."
"Providing the movie is incriminating enough," I cautioned. "Besides, we don't know for sure that it came out."
"We'll know soon enough, if you'll only get dressed. Here, wear your shorts and halter," she said, tossing me the clothes I had worn that morning. "They're the sexiest clothes you have." I put them on, becoming irritated that Melissa was watching me as if she owned me.
"Do you always watch a woman get dressed?" I asked finally.
"If I love them, I do. I can hardly wait until you do me."
"Yeah, me, too." I said.
I dressed as fast as I could, then took the Bolex and told Melissa to follow me down the stairs to the darkroom. Uncle Danch had been a good darkroom teacher in between the times we were having something to do with one another sexually. I thought it ironic that the knowledge he had transferred to me would cost him as much money as one of his ex-wives. But then, he used me in much the same way he had used them.
Naturally, I took especial care to make certain I developed the film properly. Once it was processed, I clipped one end of the negative to one overhead clip and the other end to a second clip. Then I checked a number of the frames with a magnifying glass. The film looked like a winner.
"Check these shots," I told Melissa, holding the glass for her.
She squinted, looking through the magnifying glass at all the frames I pointed out to her. Her whistle was long and low in response to the shots of Uncle Danch ramming me with his cock.
"We've nailed him!" she exclaimed. "There's no way he can explain these shots away. I don't care how much money he has, it won't get him off this time!"
Melissa sat on the stool, bubbling on enthusiastically about how rich we would both be soon. She talked of the new clothes we could buy, of the house we would get, of the wonderful life we could have, now that we had a means to big money. The more she talked about money, the more my own mind raced. Uncle Danch would have to give me a lot of money for first rights to that film. If he didn't, I could threaten him by telling him I would go to his ex-wife. Once she had these films in her hands, she could demand even more money from him. If he wouldn't pay me enough for them, she would. I finally had my uncle right where I wanted him.
Later on, after it was all decided, after I got the money, I would also have Melissa right where I wanted her. As long as she thought we would be together, I would not let her know what I intended to do. I would go along with her until I no longer needed her help. If she was foolish enough to think I would live with her, that was her problem. I hadn't suggested that, she had. She would get her cut, at least some of it, but as soon as I had the money in my hands, I would call David, tell him to come back. Melissa would be upset, but she would get over it. After all, if she loved me as much as she said she did, she would want me to be happy. I would just tell her I couldn't be happy with her.
But now I needed her. It was necessary for her to have one print of the film at her apartment, to send to the authorities if something happened to me. Uncle Danch would be furious enough to kill me when he saw the film. I would have to let him know that, if anything happened to me, someone else would get the film in the proper hands. Melissa was still highly important to me.
For that reason, I fed her enthusiasm. The last thing in the world I wanted was for her to get suspicious now. Later I would not care. But now I did.
"What kind of a business do you think we should go into, Jeannie?" Melissa asked as I was watching her talk with such extreme animation.
"We both do good in the darkroom and in bed. That should give us something to start from," I said.
"I wouldn't want you in bed with anyone but me," she laughed, "so that just leaves the darkroom."
"We could go to college," I offered.
"You were the one who told me that you'd never open another schoolbook after you got your high school diploma. Have you changed your mind already?"
"Not really. But we might be able to study something that would be fun instead of work."
"Maybe we ought to just live high for a few years, until we decide what we want to do."
"First things first," I finally said. "We still have a lot to do. We have to make some prints of these negatives so you can have one in your apartment. Then I have to show the film to Uncle Danch and begin negotiating with him."
"Be sure you hit him for everything you can. Don't let him off cheap."
"You can be sure I won't do that," I promised her. "He'll know he was gotten good." Melissa clapped her hands and laughed, sliding off the stool, already wanting to make prints of the film.
"Wait up," I told her. "The negative has to be thoroughly dry before we make prints. Let's eat first."
"One another?" she asked, looking pleased at her own joke.
"Food first," I answered, playfully hitting her on the shoulder and motioning her to follow me.
"And after food?"
"Depends upon whether you have to go to work."
I regretted having given her any reason to think we would get together that night as soon as she picked up the kitchen phone and dialed the massage parlor, telling the person who answered that she was ill and couldn't work that night. I covered up my irritation well, however, while I broiled two steaks for us and made a small green salad. All the time she was eating, she watched me, acting like a teenager who had her first crush.
Several times I guided conversations out of sexual areas, onto the more important topic of the movie, which, I told her, was necessary to make everything else possible. I told her that if it did become necessary for us to send the movie to the authorities, that we would have to get together and make up a story as to how she just happened to be there with a camera taking the pictures while Uncle Danch was raping me.
"That'll be easy enough," she said, after thinking the matter over. "You can just tell them that he kept doing this to you but that you knew no one would believe you so you go a girlfriend to take pictures so you'd have proof."
Melissa grinned, obviously happy that she had solved this minor difficulty for me, and, now that she had, she felt that she was again entitled to a reward. For as soon as we finished eating and she helped me do the dishes, she put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me to her, grinding into me. I tried to move away from her, but she was insistent.
"We've developed the movies, sweets, and we've eaten our dinner, just like you wanted to do, Now let's get down to what I want to do."
I knew that at some point we would have to have some sex, as I had promised to Melissa. Much as the thought bothered me, I knew it would happen that night. Melissa had called in sick so we could be together, so I could make good on my part of the bargain. Normally I put the things I don't want to do off as long as possible. But I knew it would just be easier to get it over with. That's why I took Melissa's hand and pulled her after me as I went up the stairs.
The first feeling I had when we were in my bedroom was that if I had to be on that bed again making love with someone I didn't want to I would scream and never stop. Instead, however, I let Melissa fondle my body before she took off my clothes for the second time that day. I stared at her as she took off her clothes, proudly standing in front of me in her full nude glory. Then she promptly hopped into the bed we had been in earlier, obviously now wanting me to do her.
I looked at her large lovely breasts, her shapely thighs and rest of the soft curves that rounded out her lovely body. I stared at the thatch of blonde pubic hair cloaking the sexual parts she so obviously wanted me to attend to. She writhed back and forth on the bed, spreading her legs, rotating her groin first to the left and then to the right.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, noticing I was still standing, fully nude, at least five feet away from the bed. "Can't you see how hot I am?"
As soon as I got close enough for her to take hold of my arm, she did just that, tugging at me until I was lying right beside her. I felt her body heat all the full length of me. Her lips hungrily sought mine as she turned to face me, slipping her hand onto my rear where she pulled me right against her.
This time it was my tongue that snaked into her mouth, until it felt her wet warmth, her tongue kneading against mine. Gingerly, I reached out to touch her breasts, surprised that their warmth and the way they rolled from one finger to another intrigued me. Remembering how she had so delicately sucked on my own breasts earlier made me wonder if I would enjoy the experience as much as she had. I scooted down on the bed until my mouth could grasp the nipple of her right breast. Then, just as she had done to me earlier, I closed my mouth over it, rolling her nipple back and forth in my mouth. I sucked on her as I imagined I must have done to my own mother when I was being nursed. My right hand kneaded her breast while I tongued, sucked, licked at her nipple. Soon her nipple became hard and I took all of it in my mouth, sucking until my cheeks were mere hollows. As I did this, I became so involved in the pleasures I was feeling that I forgot how I actually felt about Melissa. I was pleased at the feeling in my mouth, the way her nipple felt on my tongue. In spite of myself, I was getting turned on by the fact that Melissa responded so much to what I was doing. Melissa took my head in her arms, pressed me against her closely, forced more of her breast in my mouth. Her fingers searched down my stomach, into my pubic hairs and between my legs where I had gotten slick. She slipped her fingers across my cunt, her access aided by the fact that I lifted my right leg for her.
Melissa liked the feeling I was giving her, and, strangely, I was liking the fact that she was getting so excited under the manipulations of my mouth and the fact that I was wet. Timidly, I reached out for her sexual parts, letting my hand rest on her stomach, then sliding my own fingers down to her pubic hairs. When I separated her labia lips, I found she was as slick as I. I could appreciate her excitement more when I noted that her own wetness enhanced my excitement. In a very strange way, it was even more exciting than turning David on until he had gotten hard. The fact that I could make a woman get excited with so little effort on my part gave me a definite sense of power. This, more than anything, was what prompted me to go down on Melissa. I wanted to see what my tongue on her cunt would make her do. It became important for me to see just how excited I could make her, how much I could make her writhe. I wanted to see just how much power I had over her. It didn't bother me any more that I was doing this to a woman and that the woman was Melissa. I only wanted the experience. I wanted to know what David felt like when he went down on me. I wanted to get some idea of what he experienced when I spread my legs for him.
Melissa tried to keep me from leaving her breast until I made it clear the reason I was doing so was to suck on her in an area at least as sensitive. I really didn't know whether I would like going down on her or what it would taste or feel like, but I wanted the experience and I was no longer timid.
I moved down on the bed, down her stomach until my mouth was poised right over her cunt. Melissa's blonde pubic hairs were silken, soft, long. I separated them with my tongue, pulling her labia lips apart with my fingers while I slipped my body in between her legs. She spread them wider as I took a good long look at her clitoris. I was surprised at how lovely and beautiful it looked. It was undulating like a mollusk in water.
When I touched it with my finger, it responded immediately as if it was sucking in its breath. It was moist, pink, looking like a strange jewel. I could not tell where it started or where it ended, but it was as though I was being shown something very secret, something most women never see in a lifetime. I was equally awed by the wetness exuding from her vagina.
I moved my head closer to her, wondering what she would taste like when I finally touched her with my tongue. Surprisingly, it was a sweet taste, a clean taste. Slowly, I ran my tongue back and forth over her clitoris, slithered my tongue up one side of it and down the other. As I spread her wider with my fingers, I noticed the little folds of wet flesh separate to reveal her tiny nub of pleasure. I tongued it lightly, pinning her thighs to the bed when she started to roll back and forth.
The more excited Melissa got, the more enthusiastically I licked. I now wanted the full experience of having sex with a woman. Eagerly, I slipped my tongue all the way down her widened slit until I could ease into her vagina. It felt good to slip my tongue in as deep as it could go while my nose was pressed deep into her wet slit. I pushed my tongue as deep in her vagina as it would go and then slipped it out. Melissa again moved as if the feeling were too intense and she had to get away. But I liked what I was doing, liked how much she was responding, and I prevented her movements while I returned to her clitoris, slipping my middle and index finger into her vagina, becoming surprised at the convoluted twists and turns of her vaginal walls.
Each time I pushed my fingers deep into her vagina, she moaned and arched upward to receive more. With even greater intensity, I tongued her clitoris, rolling my tongue across the top of it, then down one side and up the other. I opened my mouth wide enough to take all of her clitoris in. With my mouth, tongue and lips, I sucked and sucked until her clitoris was sliding over my teeth and into my mouth. While I sucked, I slipped my tongue against her most sensitive portion, pressing hard against it, pushing up against it, circling it, titillating it until Melissa moaned her appreciation.
She was loving it. The more I sucked on her, the more I plunged my fingers into her vagina, the more she would rock back and forth on her butt. Each time she rocked, her clit struck my teeth. I began sucking even harder as she put her hands on either side of my head, forcing it first to one side and then to the other, making the pressure against her even greater. Her juices were spread across most of my face, and I was now sucking with little awareness of what I was doing.
Only the fact that she asked me to put my fingers up her anus brought me back to reality. I slipped my fingers out of her vagina and moved them back to her anus, rotating my fingers until wetness now surrounded her anal hole. Gingerly, I probed her anus until its taut walls relaxed to receive my finger. Continuing to suck on her clitoris, I marveled as my finger sank deeper into her anus. There was no feeling of wetness or any foreign material as my finger oozed into her anal depths. As soon as it was into her totally, I slowly rotated my finger, bending it ever so slightly to create greater pressure against her rectal walls.
"Oh, Christ, Jeannie," Melissa wailed. "You can't imagine how wonderful that feels!" Encouraged by Melissa's words, her moans and groans, the way she moved her body as if each movement I made was driving her further into ecstatic realms, I went at her with greater abandon and more frenzy. I loved the feeling of my tongue on her clit, of her flesh in my mouth, of my finger in her anus. Each time she moaned, I felt transported into another world where everything seemed warm, wet, pulsating. No matter where or what I pushed, touched, felt or sucked, it was like transmitting one sexual impulse after another which culminated each time with Melissa reacting as if she were experiencing pleasure of the most excruciating sort. Knowing I was the reason for such heightened pleasure made me feel I was the most powerful individual in the world.
For the first time in my life, I could see why a man so much desires a responsive woman, I could see why sex can become the most important thing in existence. There was nothing like driving another human being to orgasmic ecstasy just by licking, tonguing and probing. What is more exciting than that? What else can make a mere human feel like a veritable god?
I licked, lapped, probed, loving each moment of it. I sucked as hard as I could on her beautiful mound of moist membrane which undulated within my lips and teeth as if it were in the throes of sexual ecstasy. My feeling of power did not just come from my being active and her being passive, because she was not passive at all. Both of us were merely responding. I was responding to her movements with the same intensity as she was responding to mine. I was the one who probed her anus and fluttered my tongue across her clitoris, but it was in response to her own thrashing and begging. I was active only in concert with her needs. It was Melissa's needs, her desire for maximum sexual orgasm, that prompted me to suck, lick, probe, until she was strung out tight on a taut wire, firing sexual impulses with such rapidity.
Back and forth, she rolled, each time edging deeper into my mouth, each time forcing my finger harder against her rectal walls. She thrust, pushed more of her clit into my mouth where I sucked harder and harder yet.
"Oh, Christ, Jeannie," she screamed. "I'm coming!"
I sucked harder as her orgasm crested, as her groin arched upward until her clit grated against my teeth, as my finger rotated in her anus as she thrashed back and forth on the bed. In another moment, she pushed my head away from her clit. While her breaths were still coming long and deep, I carefully removed my finger from her anus. Then I kissed her again lightly, on her pubic hairs, and rested my head against her thighs while she regained her strength.
Melissa stayed the night, leaving the next day with one copy of the film we printed in the morning. I promised her we would get together after I had the confrontation with my uncle. She understood that I wanted time alone to figure out just how I was going to premiere the movie for Uncle Danch...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Shortly after Melissa left, fantasies overtook my mind. For the most part, they dealt with Uncle Danch's probable reactions to watching the movie in which he had unknowingly co-starred, and to hearing his voice on tape. He would be furious at what I had done. If the movie and tape were successful, there was little he could do. But if his clever mind perceived a way out of meeting my demands, there would be trouble. No doubt he would take back everything he had given me, including my Mercedes. He would punish me by forcing me into incredibly degrading sexual acts, not giving me any reward for my efforts. David could not come back to Greenville; I would be stuck with Melissa and my uncle, with running away my only alternative.
Everything hinged on what Uncle Danch would do after he saw the movie and heard the tape. I was not worried about asking him for five hundred thousand. A half million would not hurt him financially. He could possibly list it as a business loss. Why else had he hired the best tax accountant in the Midwest? It was not his reactions to the blackmail amount that disturbed me. It was the fact that, for the first time in my life, I would be telling Uncle Danch what to do instead of the reverse. Ever since I was a child, he had, in one way or other, directed my life. This gave him, I knew, a feeling of power far greater than his many millions supplied him with. To see a young woman in her prime, his own niece, lifting her skirt so he could see how many pubic hairs had grown in a week satisfied a very sadistic quirk in his nature. To watch her hold her panties aside so he could probe her sexual parts for some sign she had had sex with someone else provided him much satisfaction. To offer the fifty dollars she needed to buy a graduation dress as a reward for her sliding onto his lap and moving forward until her cunt pressed against his prick gave him much joy. They were his simple pleasures in life. He would not like giving them up. That is what would make him work extra hard to figure a way out of his predicament.
For this reason, I Wanted to insure that I was bargaining from a position of strength. That is why I spent two days checking out every doubt that sprang into my mind.
For the showing of my first X-rated movie, I used the den. It was the room where he preferred to conduct his hard-driving business deals. Dozens of men had met financial ruin as a result of signing agreements oh his large desk. It was here that Uncle Danch had first seduced me. It was here that I had lost my virginity to him.
This was the room he always selected to talk over my requests for new clothes and other necessities which he gave me only after I had sex with him. It was the appropriate setting for him to get knocked off his power pedestal.
Late Saturday afternoon, I set up the movie screen in front of the fireplace, putting the tape recorder and projector on his desk. As soon as I had threaded the film through the projector sprockets and plugged the machines into the outlets, I closed the curtains across the windows, returning to my chair in the semi-darkness.
I sat with my eyes closed after turning on the tape, attempting to find some phrase which would indicate I had set up the entire rape scene for my own financial benefit. After several listenings, I was convinced it was effective. I could not precisely determine what an objective third party would conclude upon hearing it, but it occurred to me that it did not matter if the rape seemed convincing or not. The voices were obviously my uncle's and my own. What he was saying to his underage niece would ruin the reputation he had spent so many years building up in Greenville. That fact alone would make him pay to get the tape in his possession.
Certainly he wouldn't take the tape to the authorities, even to prosecute me for blackmailing him.
Before Melissa had left, I had checked each movie frame with a magnifying glass, and I was certain the shots were effective. Nevertheless, I wondered about the full impact of the movie as it appeared on screen. As I watched the frames come to life on the screen before me, my hands dampened. But my apprehensions were unwarranted. The first thing I focussed on was Uncle's stiff penis. Fully hard, it was a deep purple color. The camera angle made it look shorter and thicker than it actually was. It appeared obscenely squatty, veined and ugly, with no esthetic qualities whatsoever. Uncle Danch would not want anyone to know what he had between his legs. That fact alone would be sufficient reason for him to pay a great sum for exclusive movie rights. But there was much more that would encourage him to immediately write out a check.
I was also certain he would not like anyone to see his hairy legs after he removed his pajama bottoms. He would not wish another human being to see his testicles hanging down from his thin buttocks as he slid them up my body. Even more damaging were his thin knees, digging into my upper arms while he probed my full lips with a penis that was already exuding semen. The look on my face indicated I did not enjoy opening my mouth so he could slide his rod deep into it until he made me gag. Nor did it appear I appreciated his ripping off my clothes and slamming me into the wall. It was horror I expressed when he pulled my butt to the edge of the bed so he could insert his rod into my cunt, pumping me furiously until it was obvious he had spent himself. His gratified expression when he left so abruptly after he deposited his sperm in me made me glad that I finally had a means to prevent that from happening again.
I knew I had him right where I wanted him, but I was still frightened. What would he do when he could no longer dangle his money in front of me until I spread for him? How would he respond with the table being turned? Was I up to the task of telling Uncle Danch what to do? I really didn't know if I could do it. Were it not for the fact that I wanted David back so much, I might not have gone through with it. But I had to.
More doubts arose on Sunday, forcing me to spend much of the day in the den, hearing the tape and running the movie. Each time I watched the movie, I experienced a different set of reactions, ranging from indignation to sexual excitement. It was difficult for me to comprehend how I could get so angry watching one running of the movie and so excited during the next running. Uncle Danch finally did not appear to be a sinister destroyer of innocent female virginity. Watching him pump his cock into me made me wish he were back in the den, sitting behind his desk while he encouraged me to respond in any manner I wished. I could just imagine his dark eyes staring at the breasts I cupped in my hands. It was not difficult to imagine what he would say if he saw me watching the movie with such intense interest...
It turns you on, doesn't it, Jeannie, to watch a movie showing me screwing you. You thought you were going to blackmail me, but you're too turned on to do that. All you really care about is having a cock up you.
It doesn't really matter if it's mine or if it's David's. Put your hands between your legs, underneath your panties. See how nice and wet it feels? Wouldn't it feel good to have a hard prick running up and down your slit? How would you like to have my cock in you right now? Don't tell me you wouldn't arch your pretty little bottom until I could slide right into your wet vagina. Isn't it silly to even think of blackmailing the uncle who gives you his rod every time you want it? What more could you ask from life. Just give me the film and the tape, Jeannie, and I'll let you sit on my lap. I'll take out my penis and put it right against you. I'll pull you forward on my lap until it slides into your vagina. I'll rock you back and forth until you get dizzy, until you clasp your legs around my waist, until you feel the full brunt of my thickness deep inside you. You'll love it, Jeannie. Isn't it much better knowing you can have my cock any time you want it.
The fantasy was so intense, I could almost hear Uncle Danch's voice speaking, as if he were sitting in his chair, watching me. As if his power remained even though he was 2,000 miles away, I did as he hid, putting my hand between my legs as he suggested, slipping my fingers underneath my panties. I tried to fight the feeling enveloping me - but could not. Again my mind became a battlefield, not helped at all by the steady throbbing that was occurring with regularity in both my clitoris and deep inside my vagina. Was it possible that I would never get away from Uncle Danch, I wondered; How could he still have control over me when he wasn't even hi the room? Was I just that weak, unable to control my own body responses? But then, did it really matter? No one would ever know what I was now doing, no one could see my hand rubbing underneath my panties. And it did feel good. I was wet. I dug my fingers right into my cunt, spreading my legs ail did so.
I slipped my shorts off one leg so no material would bind me, now grabbing my cunt with both hands, I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, dug into my vagina, pulled my fingers across my labia lips, spread them as if I were sitting on Uncle Danch's lap and was moving right up to the cock he held in his hand as an eventual reward for my physical grunts and groans. All of the resolutions I had made seemed to go by the board as my excitement increased. The heel of my palm was pressed hard into my clitoris, moving that entire organ up and down as the fingers of my other hand dug into the wet moist flesh of my slit. I imagined Uncle Danch was encouraging me, urging me on. That's right, Jeannie, his voice, my own creation. Do it good. Press into you until you can think of nothing other than having my cock in you. Thai's it, baby, rub yourself good. Enjoy that good feeling.
I was enjoying it. I slipped my fingers into my vagina, felt them move in and out of my slickness, felt my vaginal walls close over them, clutch against them. I moved them up as far as I could, spread them until I felt maximum pressure inside my hole. I ground them to the right and to the left, finally rotating them in me, my hand grinding against the outer levels of my opening. The fingers of my other hand were busy at my clitoris, rubbing against it until my tiny little nub was vibrating, throbbing, twitching for more sensation. Wouldn't it be nice to have a real cock in you instead of your fingers, Jeannie? The words, formed clearly in my mind, made as great an impression as if Uncle Danch were uttering them. It would be nice to have a man do all the work for me, so I could just lean back and enjoy it. SO I could forget about having to move my hands. So I could just spread as wide as I could and have some thick prick up me, pushing all the way into me, way above where my fingers were reaching. The thought of Uncle's big thick cock edging into me, pushing apart my insides just like he was doing in the movie made me writhe all the more. I lifted my legs high in the air, let them rest against the arms of my chair, scooted my body forward in the chair until only my shoulders rested against the chair back. All I could think about was the high degree of sexual excitement I was experiencing between my wide-open legs. My hands felt good as they made contact with every nerve network that threatened to short out at any moment with an orgasm of maximum intensity. Even if a strange man had walked into the den, I would not have batted an eyelash if he had taken out his prick to put in me. Out loud, I begged for any man to relieve me of the massive tension buildup that was tensing my entire body. David, where are you? Uncle Danch, why did you leave me? Oh, please anybody, please do something to push me over. I cannot stand the tension. Melissa come back. Uncle, fuck me. I can't stand the feeling any more.
No matter what I did to myself, it was not enough, it did not push me over to my orgasm, it did not relieve me. In a frenzy, I stood on my feet, looked around the room for some object that would take the place of a penis. Ah, Uncle's candelabra, I thought, noticing the three yellow candles stuck in the sterling silver base on the table near the door. Frantically, I ran over to it, extracting one of the candles from the base. I returned to my chair, sitting on the edge while I forced the bottom of the candle into my vagina. I rubbed my clit hard as I plunged the candle deep into me. It was still not enough. The pressure was not great enough. Oh, Uncle, why aren't you at your post behind the desk?
Nearly crying, I dropped to my knees on the thick Oriental rug, wiping the sweat on my face off on the wool fibers. As I lay forward on my stomach, the tip of the candle pressed against the rug, forcing the base to edge into the upper wall portions of my vagina. Quickly, I put my hand between my legs, closed it over my clitoris, then made a tight little fist I could rock back and forth on. I ground upward on the rug, feeling excruciating sensation in my clitoris as it rubbed hard against my clenched hand, as the candle slipped deeper into my vagina, I rocked my groin downward, clutched the walls of my vagina to grip the candle tighter as it slid deeper into me. I lifted my legs up into the air until all my lower body weight created more pressure for me to grind my clitoris against my hand. With strong thrusts, I moved forward on my fist, then ground backwards onto it. I made faster thrusts as I came nearer to orgasm. My gasps were coming loud and strong, turning into moans and groans. My eyes rolled back as my eyes shut tight. The orgasm rocked through my entire body, exploding simultaneously in my vagina and my clitoris. Until it was entirely over, I continued rocking against my hand, forcing the candle deeper into me. I rolled over on my back, looking at the beams in the ceiling, breathing heavily.
Uncle Danch was not sitting in his chair behind the desk, but he might as well have been. Now that my orgasm was finished, I was ashamed. What sort of a woman was I that I was so ready and willing to spread my legs every time I began throbbing? How could I possibly confront Uncle Danch and get what I wanted from him if I was so easily touched off sexually? Would I be strong enough to counter his degraded form of sexuality as well as my own? I had everything I needed to blackmail him except a body that would cooperate with my mind. No wonder I identified with whores. Maybe Uncle Danch was right when he hammered the idea into my mind that I was no good for anything except spreading my legs. I could just hear him talking now in a gleeful voice...
What you have to realize, Jeannie, is that you are one of those women who are made for one thing only-fucking. That is why god gave you such a beautiful body, so you can attract more and more men to your cunt. You will never be able to settle down with one man, because you will always be available to any man who just happens to be around when your sexual needs arise. You have already given yourself proof of this, by having sex with David. No woman who had any worth at all would have done such a thing. You did, because you have no worth. That is why you must always stay with me. I understand your problem. I will never put you down for it, so long as you do as I say.
At least, I told myself, I had had an orgasm that would take the sexual edge away when I did have my confrontation with Uncle Danch. I took the candle out of my vagina, rubbing my secretions from it with my shorts before putting it back in the candelabra near the door. I put my clothes back on and rewound the film and tape so they would be ready to show to Uncle Danch. I had less than twelve hours to wait before he would see the film and I would know who would emerge victorious.
CHAPTER NINE
It is difficult to describe my incredible feelings of triumph and exaltation at emerging victorious in my confrontation with Uncle Danch. I picked him up at the airport, all smiles, and left him looking angry and depressed in the bank parking lot. In between he squirmed a lot.
His response to the movie was immediate. First to go was his smile. It faded within the first ten frames, as long as it took his mind to register what was happening. Subsequently he showed shock, horror, embarrassment, anger, rage, fear, in that order. His mouth dropped when his heavily veined penis was revealed in all its purple splendor. He all but slid off his chair when he saw pictorial proof that he had rammed his prick right into my mouth. Several times he cleared his throat when the movie detailed how he so brutally yanked my halter, shorts and panties off my body, forcibly spreading my legs so he could slip between, them.
Twice he adjusted his seating position as he watched himself plunge his cock into me in his grandiose rape scene. By the time he heard the tape, paranoia had already set his facial features. He listened to my blackmail terms with a poker face, not even raising an eyebrow at the request for five hundred thousand. He bristled when I told him David would be returning as his house guest and that we would be using his bedroom, but only until I threatened him with showing the movie to everyone in Greenville who might harm him the most.
Once he understood that another person had a second tape along with the negative and film copy to send to the authorities if something happened to me, he knew he had to meet my demands. He agreed to do so immediately to keep me from making an appointment for a film showing with the woman who was trying to nail him for a two-million-dollar divorce settlement. He said nothing as we drove to the bank. No one was more surprised than the bank manager when Uncle explained he was giving me a graduation present in the form of a five hundred thousand dollar account in my name. Immediately, I requested fifty thousand in hundred dollar bills which I promptly stuffed in my purse, much to his chagrin. He followed me to the parking lot, where I told him to flag a taxi as I had errands to run. He was still standing there looking upset and defeated when I turned the Mercedes onto the street. My revenge was complete. Nothing stood in the way of me and David and Melissa. It would not be difficult for me to take care of her.
After making arrangements at the travel agency for David to fly first-class to Greenville the following Friday, I drove to her apartment. My feelings were definitely mixed as I waited for her to come to the door. It would not be possible to see her when David returned, that I knew. I wondered if she would buy my story that I could only get fifty thousand from Uncle Danch. I resolved I would make up for the lie by having sex with her one more time. Seeing her friendly smile when she greeted me did not make matters easier. She looked lovely, her features softened by makeup, her hair falling over her shoulders, partly hiding her voluptuous breasts. Her white shorts barely covered the elastic of her panties. For a brief moment, I wondered if David was the one I really wanted.
"God, Jeannie!" she exclaimed, breaking into a wide grin. "I was just about to drive over to your house to make sure you were all right. How'd it go?"
"Where do you want to hear it?" I asked, relaxing as she hugged me.
"In the bedroom. Where else? I've been waiting all day long to find out. A few minutes more won't make much difference!" she laughed as we walked down the hallway. Her bedroom, dark as always, was surprisingly immaculate, without the clutter I had noticed before. She had put clean sheets on the bed and all the surfaces were cleared off, except for two gift-wrapped, boxes on her bureau. "They're for you," she said, sitting on the bed and clasping her arms around her knees as she leaned against the headboard. "But first, tell me what happened. I've been nervous about it all day long."
"From start to finish," I said, sitting on the bed in front of her, detailing for her the events of the day which she listened to with rapt attention.
"Jeannie, that's great!" she said when I had finished. "Congratulations. When do we leave?"
"That's the one problem," I admitted, handing her the money I took out of my purse. "He couldn't give me all of it right away. Most his money is tied up in investments. He said I'd have to wait for the rest."
I leaned back on my elbows, watching her count out loud as she thumbed through the crisp bills, her eyes widening.
"It's only fifty thousand, Melissa. I brought it all to you because I didn't want it in a bank Uncle Danch has control of. You better put it in your safety deposit box with the other evidence. He may check all the banks in town to see who's made large deposits."
"Good thinking," she said, putting the money on the bedside table. "When can you get the rest?"
"In a month, maybe. I don't know for sure. I'm not going to give him a moment's rest, but this does present a problem, unfortunately. He knows someone is holding the tape and film. If he knew that someone was you, it could make for problems."
"You're telling me? If he found that out, We both might end up dead;"
"Yeah, I know," I said, putting my hand on her ankle: "That's why I think it's better if we didn't have any contact with each other, not even over the phone. If you call me, he may figure you're my accomplice. If I call you, he can find out your number from the bill. He might even have me followed. I just don't want to run any risks when we're so close to getting the full amount."
"Oh, Christ," Melissa moaned, disappointed. "All I think about is you and now you're telling me we can't even see one another."
"Don't take it so hard, Melissa," I said, running my hand further up her leg. "I don't like it either. Don't think I'm not going to miss you, too. I just can't figure out any other way of doing it. Can you?" Melissa stared ahead, finally shaking her head. "No, I guess you're right. If we take this and leave, we may never get any more. But I can't say I'm going to like it."
"Me neither. That's why I want really good things to happen today. It'll have to last us for a while. Maybe a long while."
"Why don't you start by opening the gifts I got for you," she said, ruffling my hair. I got them from the dresser and returned to sit beside her, opening the smallest one first. It contained several hand-rolled cigarettes, each in brown paper.
"It's pot," she said. "I got it from one of the girls at work."
"Never tried it before. Should be interesting." I opened the larger gift, flushing as I picked it up. It was a dildo, of light plastic the color of flesh, heavily lined with veins, with a black strap at its base. "For you or me?" I asked.
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Maybe we'll both use it. Or maybe you'll just want to."
"We'll see," I laughed, tossing it on the bed and putting the boxes on the floor. Melissa lit a cigarette and handed it to me, telling me to take it deep into my lungs and to hold it. I took a long drag, coughing when the smoke seared my lungs, and gave it back to her to watch how she smoked it. She took a deep drag, sucked it into her lungs, arid held her breath as long as she could. The next time I tried it, I did not cough. As soon as I expelled the smoke, I felt lightheaded. We smoked all that cigarette and two more. By the time I finished the last joint, the entire world looked different. I marveled at the color reflections in the room and at my fascination with even the most simple objects. I picked up the dildo, studying it from all angles. The plastic was hard, but it did give when I pressed my finger against it. The base had a section of plastic which was slightly raised, no doubt so it could press against the woman's clitoris when she used it. I lifted up my skirt, pressing the dildo between my legs. Looking down at it, I felt it to be a grotesque sight. But one I enjoyed. I spread my legs so the dildo would rest against the bed. It was six inches long, and the more I watched it, the more I thought it was not just a dildo, but was a real cock... my own. I knew that was impossible, but my imagination was vivid. I was feeling as I thought a man might, if he looked between his legs and saw his penis at its fullest and largest length, pulsing with male vitality.
I reached down, taking the dildo in my right hand, and I ran my fingers up and down the entire length, finally grabbing hard at the tip, forcing the base to rotate hard against my clit. The excitement I felt was unlike any I had known before. It was like it was my very own cock, growing out from my body, standing in its full erect state, encouraging me to do its bidding. I clasped the shaft with both my hands, slowly pumping it, feeling it strike against my cunt each time I did so. Soon I was bending it to right and left, rubbing it with the fast hand movements I had seen Uncle Danch use, pulling it to me, shaking it up and down, moving and rotating it, forcing my clitoris to throb with an unparalleled intensity. I imagined what it would be like to stand in front of a seated woman, holding the very tip of that cock right to her lips, begging her to suck on it. I imagined moving forward, slowly edging it into the mouth she opened, my legs nearly buckling as she started sucking on it. I saw myself fucking that same woman with it, holding the shaft as I moved it up and down her cunt, finding her hole, pushing into her, feeling her insides cup it as she contracted her muscles, What made everything so much more exciting was the recognition that no matter what movement I made, another human being, a woman, responded immediately to it. What a feeling of power.
I knew my fantasies resulted in part from the grass I had smoked, a thought which made me realize I was still in Melissa's bedroom and she was still sitting on the bed beside me. When I turned to her, I did not even become self-conscious as I noticed her staring at the dildo I was so energetically pumping.
"You like to see me do this?" I asked her, still pumping the dildo vigorously.
"Between you and the pot, I'm so turned on I can't even think," she said, sliding her body down on the bed until she was lying prone, her waist pressing against my back. "Why don't you do something to me for a change?"
Still heady from the dildo rubbing against my clitoris, I turned to Melissa, sucking in breath at the shock of her beauty. I had never considered Melissa lovely until that moment. It was not just the grass, it was the way her green almond-shaped eyes were looking so directly at me. The way her soft lips, barely pink with lipstick, held a slight seductive smile that seemed to ask me what I was waiting for. Rather than plump, she appeared sensual, each hill and dale seeming to promise nothing less than multitude of pleasures. Even though her hands were cupped around her head, her ample breasts still had height although they were spread across most of her chest. Already her nipples were protruding into the jersey cloth covering her breasts, making me want to put my mouth on them. She had relaxed her legs, spreading them ever so slightly, just sufficiently to show the few hairs that were coiled around the elastic of her panties, indicating promise of a fuller forest nearby.
"What would be your preference?" I asked, thinking anything she said would be perfectly all right.
"The least you could do is put the dildo next to me, there," she said, pointing between her legs.
I complied, turning my body until I was facing her, watching her reactions as I put the dildo at the crotch of her shorts and rubbed her. I did this slowly at first, then with quicker hand movements. She finally reached down, took the shaft of the dildo in both her hands and pressed it against her with all her arm strength, then handed it back. This time, I ground it into her at least as hard, running it down from her clitoris all the way to her vagina, where I rotated it.
"Oh, that feels good baby," she said, "Don't stop doing that."
"I wouldn't think of stopping," I said, "unless it was to do something else for a moment or two." I continued rubbing her with the dildo with my right hand while my left sought the softness of her breasts.
I outlined the full shape of them, making a large circle with my finger, then placing my outstretched hand over the entire circumference, lightly drawing my fingernails across her breast until they gently clasped the nipple.
I rotated my fingers around all of that nipple, pinching it slightly, then rubbing the very tip of it with my thumb. The softness of her was incredible. I wanted to bury my head in her breasts, to lick her nipple, to suck on it.
"Don't let me stop you from something you want to do," she said, obviously enjoying not only the dildo pressing between her legs but the sensations I was causing in her breasts. I leaned forward on the bed, brushing my lips across the nipple I had just teased into its fullest erection, taking her breast in my hand and aiming the nipple at my mouth.
I sucked until the jersey covering of her breast and nipple were fully damp, then paid attention to her other breast. I lay on the bed beside her, on my left side, rubbing the dildo into her crotch and sucking on her breast before moving up to her face. I watched her expression as she reacted to the greater pressure I placed on the dildo between her legs. She liked it, especially when I pressed it against her clitoris. She smiled, rolling her head, closing her eyes. "That's nice," she said, "so nice." She turned to me, held her face right next to mine, let her lips part, slowly wet them with her tongue. It seemed like years before she made the full circle, her tongue finally disappearing, her lips remaining soft, wet, shiny, my lips now drawing close to hers.
Her breath was sweet as she opened her lips and her teeth at the same time. I felt the draw of her mouth cavern as soon as my lips were onto hers, first pressing lightly and then, as she put one hand to the back of my head, sinking into her wide-open mouth. She took my full lips in hers, sucked on them, slanted her tongue in between, slithered her tongue on my tender gums between my lips and my teeth. It tickled, felt good. I wanted more, too. I opened my teeth, sliding my tongue over them as our tongues met and circled one another, first Melissa's stabbing into my mouth, then my own tongue pushing hers back, pressing against the tip, attempting to entice her back into my own mouth cavern. She was enticed as I sucked on her tongue, pulling it deeper into me, both of us opening our mouths until it seemed our mouths had joined, become one, both of us breathing from the same set of lungs. Feeling her tongue slide against mine, press and push against it, was making me dizzy, was making me want contact with more of her. My hand slid over the jersey covering her breast, rolling the soft flesh underneath with my fingers, again lightly pinching the tip of her hardened nipple.
Melissa turned on her right side to face me, her tongue slipped deeper in my mouth as I released the dildo from my other hand, grinding the lower part of my body against hers, forcing my skirt higher up so my wettened panties slid against the crotch of her pants. As the warmth from the friction of my clitoris spread throughout my body, I felt our groins, our cunts had, joined, just like our mouths had. I fumbled with the zipper on her shorts, finally getting it down, slipping my hands between the material of her panties and shorts and the soft: warmth of her buttocks. The confining material made it impossible to reach her cunt. I presently probed under her shorts leg, lifting her panties, scraping my fingernail against her pubic hairs, finally making slight headway into her labia lips, running the pad of my finger lightly across her clitoris, but not able to reach any further. Melissa was pumping my own breast, through my blouse and bra, scissoring my nipple with her index and middle finger, before closing her warm palm over the entire breast.
To be so excited and not to feel the flesh of Melissa against me was more than I could take. I undid the ties to her halter at her neck and at her back. When the jersey cloth fell between us, I retrieved my tongue from Melissa's mouth, finding it difficult to focus onto her breasts. Her breast skin was white, lovely, the large pink aureoles culminating in nipples that appeared to strain for more touch, more sensation. I sucked on them, pulling as much breast into my mouth as possible, rolling my tongue across the tip of her nipple, finally taking the entire nipple with my tongue, lips and teeth, to scrape, lick, lap, suck on it, as I attempted to push Melissa's shorts down to her thighs.
"Take off your clothes, Jeannie," she whispered. "And take mine off, too. Now, Jeannie." Getting to my knees I moved toward her feet, yanking her shorts and panties off. Her legs free from their cloth confines, she spread them, watching me undress, as I watched the wet pinkness no longer hidden by her pubic hairs. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse, ripped it off me, tossing it to the floor. In a second, my bra, skirt, slip and panties were added to the pile.
I moved between her legs, lifted her buttocks up with my hands, placed my mouth on her mound, sucking on her pubic hairs, slipping my tongue between her lips, running my tongue across her widened gash. As she moaned, arching upward, I buried my entire face into her wetness, grinding my forehead to right and left as my nose pressed into her vaginal hole. I forgot about breathing, so excited was I. All I wanted was go inside of her with my entire head, but I had to settle on licking her. Melissa moaned again, putting her hands on the back of my head, pulling it up until my tongue slid in and around her clitoris, finally taking her hardened nub between my lips and teeth and sucking on it. I forgot about everything else in the world as my own excitement at seeing Melissa gyrating her groin reached a zenith. There was nothing else except my mouth on her cunt, except her hands at the back of my head, her legs wildly thrashing to my right and left.
"Oh, Jeannie, that feels so wonderful. Oh, Jeannie, you've got me too close. Put the dildo on, Jeannie," she begged. "Put It on and-put it in me. Please."
I sat up quickly, getting on my knees again as I picked up the dildo, pulled the straps around my buttocks, held them while I positioned the dildo base at my clitoris, then quickly tied the straps into a knot. The dildo swung in front of me as I moved between Melissa's legs, grasping the shaft. Holding the dildo with my right hand: and supporting my body weight with my left, I slid the head of the dildo into her widened cunt. Looking down, it seemed highly obscene as the tip of it dug into her sexual parts and Melissa rolled her head to one side and the other. I was not feeling like a woman now, but like a man. I was a man, with a penis, fucking a woman, pressing my member into her. I lowered the tip until it was right next to her vaginal hole, then I pushed my body forward. It edged into her just a bit, the pressure of resistance making the dildo base rock against my clitoris. Each time I moved my groin forward, feeling the resistance of her walls, I got more excited...
"Come on, Melissa, let my cock into you," I said, edging it into her further, watching the dildo slowly disappearing into her vagina. As soon as it was in far enough so that I knew it would not slip out, I rested my body weight on my hands placed on either side of her chest, watching as the shaft made headway, shaking my head at the excruciating feeling the dildo base gave me as it rocked against my clit. The more the dildo thickness created pressure on her insides, the more Melissa's head rolled, the more she begged me to hurry.
Already it seemed like an eternity had passed, but the dildo still had two inches to go. With several long, heavy thrusts, it was finally all the way in her, the dildo base pressing not only, against my clitoris but against hers, too. As I rocked upward, it rubbed against both of us. It felt good to feel like I was fucking her, to push into her so energetically and to pull back with my butt, the black straps around my buttocks straining as they pulled the dildo out an inch from her vagina before I plunged it into her again, grinding the base against her clitoris and feeling the overwhelming excitation when the base struck against my own clitoris.
"Oh, Jeannie, that's good," she moaned. "Oh, Jeannie, I like you to fuck me with it. Oh, baby...
Her eyes closed as I continued pulling back with my butt, forcing the dildo to follow my body lead and then grinding forward until all of it disappeared into her again. I dug my knees into the mattress for a final thrust, grinding all the way against her cunt. The next time I moved back so only the dildo head remained in her, I marveled at the amount of her secretions that cloaked the shaft surface, gaining incredible satisfaction at the slurping sound my movements made and the sight of the dildo splitting her. Melissa was now watching me, her pupils dilated, her breasts heaving, her nostrils flaring.
"You like this, Melissa?" I asked, gripping her hips and pulling her buttocks onto my thighs as I settled back on my haunches. "You like the way this feels?"
A short laugh escaped her. "Don't stop, Jean!" she said quickly. "You fuck me good. It's much better with you than with a man. I like you to do this, Jeannie. Do it some more." I put my hand onto her cunt, rubbing her clitoris, leaving my hand there as I pushed into her again. Her legs grabbed at my back, finally locking behind me, forcing me to squash against her. Her legs still locked behind me, I rose onto my knees, supporting her butt with my hands as I pushed, thrust, jabbed at her with the dildo, arching my cunt upward to feel more friction from the plastic against my cunt. My own clitoris was pulsing widely, so engorged with sensation it felt like it had grown to the full size of the dildo. When I pulled back from her, it did not seem like a foreign object strapped onto me. It was my flesh, my penis. I was plunging into Melissa, hot it. It was me, not plastic driving into her. It made me feel even more like a man.
Reaching for her breasts, I was not gentle any more. I gripped them hard, digging my fingernails into them until she cried out for me to stop. I moved forward onto her, rubbing the nipples of my breasts against hers, pinning her to the bed, locking my mouth onto hers. How good it felt to have my body flattened against hers, to suck on her tongue in my mouth until it seemed she was permanently connected to me. I rocked my cunt back and forth, forcing the dildo shaft to rotate against her insides. I was sucking so hard on her tongue, I thought I might swallow it whole. She was moving her groin, up, down, backwards, forwards, each movement making the dildo stroke against my clit. For more of that enjoyable sensation, I rotated against her, loving the feeling of the nub of the dildo scraping wonderfully against my clitoris. The top of my mound rubbed into her wetness each time I ended a thrust. I put my hands under her back, closing my fingers over her shoulders.
Gripping my fingers into her flesh, I pulled her body down toward me as I thrust upward with my groin, sliding deeper into her, rocking against her, slamming at her with little jabs and rams that filled me with as much sensation as it did her.
Breathing deeply, I pulled back from her mouth, holding my head to her cheek, closing my eyes, trying to hold back from having my orgasm. Melissa's hands on my back continued to grind me against her. She was close also, breathing as hard as I was.
"Oh, Jeannie, I'm so close. Oh, Jeannie, keep rocking against me. Oh, Jeannie, there it is, oh, Christ, Jeannie, I'm coming!" Melissa screamed, digging her fingernails into my back, rolling her body back and forth under me, making the friction against my clitoris and the plastic greater. My clitoris felt like it was going to explode. I gripped her shoulders one final time, pulled her down as I rode up on her, as my teeth gritted and my eyes shut tight. My own orgasm, had begun, starting at the top of my cunt, echoing with extreme contractions in my vagina, forcing my body to become rigid. I rode that crest of sensation forever, it seemed, before I tumbled into relaxation, my clitoris, vagina and anus dilating and contracting simultaneously until I was fully spent. For a long time I lay across Melissa, breathing as heavily as she, finally feeling I had sufficient strength to get up. Slowly, I removed the dildo from her, untied it, and let it slide to the bed beside me as I lay on my back, my hand on Melissa's stomach.
"That was really good, Jeannie," she said finally.
"Sure was," I agreed. "I don't know if I can wait for a month to have that happen again."
"Maybe you'll figure out some way to sneak over here again."
"I'm sure going to try."
It was nearly six o'clock and Melissa had to get ready to go to work. Both of us dressed in silence, neither of us wanting to discuss the fact we would not be seeing one another for a long time. She didn't want to discuss it because it made her feel bad. I merely felt guilty, not only about giving her so little money, but because David would be coming back. I told myself it was all necessary, but that still did not assuage the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was just that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in the gay world.
There were too many places I wanted to go that required a male escort. In spite of the fact Melissa had taught me a lot and had given me a great deal of sexual satisfaction, she just didn't fit into Thy life plans. David did.
For that reason I wanted him, not Melissa.
"You could call me from a pay phone," Melissa said finally breaking the silence while combing her hair in front of the mirror.
"You're right," I answered. "I'll try doing that, but I almost hate to, because it'll make me want to come right over to you, and I'll know I can't."
"You could tell me what you'd like to do to me over the phone," she said, grinning at me. "Sides, you may need to get some money from me. You gave it all to me, you know."
"I'll probably be calling you sooner than you think," I said, "but it won't be long, Melissa, before we're together again."
Melissa held Up her hand, stopping me from going on. "I just don't want to talk about us not being together," she said, handing me my purse. "I always consider that a bad omen. When you do leave, I want to pretend you'll be back tomorrow."
"Okay," I said as we walked to her front door. I gave her the nicest French kiss before we went out the door, but I did not even wave goodbye to her when we both got in our cars to drive off. There would come a time when I would have to let Melissa know what was going on, but there were several things I wanted to do first.
CHAPTER TEN
Even more gratifying than getting the money was watching Uncle Danch's buttocks quiver from the sharp pieces of blows I delivered to his rear while he lay across my lap in his bedroom.
This momentous event occurred several hours after I arrived back from Melissa's. Still smarting from the shock of having to give me money and acquiesce to my demand that David be our house guest, Uncle Danch had repaired to his room early, eating his dinner there and leaving the message he did not want to be disturbed under any circumstances. The message was a slap in my face, directed solely at me, since the servants never disturbed him, ever. I resolved, while eating dinner alone, that he would pay for that insult. When I got to my bedroom, I called David, but he was not in. That added to my irritation and I stormed into the bathroom, turning on the hot water tap and watching the swirling water fill the tub. The steaming water reddened my flesh as I eased into it, mulling over what else I could do to Uncle Danch to make his life miserable. Now that I had him by the balls, I did not intend to let him off the hook merely because he had met my blackmail terms.
My anger toward him had built for years. It was not just the insult of having to spread for him every time I needed something badly. Nor was it just the fact he picked off my cherry when my own father was in his living room, waiting to borrow money from him. Everyone who dealt with him ended up on the short end. My dad most of all.
When I lay down on the bed with only a towel wrapped around my steaming body, I half expected my uncle to come in while I was regaining my strength. I wanted to tantalize him and I wanted to hurt him, too. It would have been nice to have him beg me to have sex with him so I could tell him to get Out of my room. I thought of all the things I could do to him, finally deciding I would most prefer to spank him, maybe even whip him. My fantasies spurred me on, and I was soon putting on my white blouse and denim skirt again, and getting my thick leather belt from the closet. Barefoot, I walked down the hallway to his bedroom, opening his door without knocking.
The light from his desk lamp was the sole illumination in his bedroom, which was three times the size of my own. He was sitting at his antique desk, making notations on the papers in front of him. He stopped when I slammed the door, taking off his glasses and letting them drop to his desktop.
"I left a message that I was not to be disturbed," he said, looking offended.
"That's why I'm here," I said, stalking to his bed and sitting down heavily. "It made me very angry when Cora told me that. Angry enough to add another blackmail clause." Uncle Danch watched me hit the belt against the bed while I surveyed the room David and I would be using. In front of the fireplace, a large coffee table held his tray of dinner dishes. At each end of the table were two antique wing-back chairs. To the right of the fireplace was Uncle Danch's desk. Behind him, two sliding glass doors opened onto a large balcony overlooking most of Greenville. It would be a perfect room for David and me.
"I've had enough for one day, Jeannie. We can discuss any other matters tomorrow, after I sleep." He stood, looking very tired in his pajamas and bathrobe, and came over to the bed, trying to pull me up. "I'd like you to leave now."
"Say, just a minute, Unckie," I said, wrenching away from him. "Don't forget, my friend has a copy of that movie. That means I'm calling the shots, not you."
"All right, what is it now?"
"Just this," I said, looking up at him. "You've paid a little but not enough. Don't forget, you've done a lot of naughty things to me, enough to ruin my life. It wasn't nice of you to fuck me all those times, you know."
"We've already gone over this earlier today," he said, stamping his foot. "I don't want to hear it again."
"We seem to be at another crossroads," I said, hitting the belt against the bed another time. "Because, you see, there's something else I want to do to you."
"And what is that?" he asked stiffly.
"I want to spank you, Uncle Danch, right on your behind." Even in the dim light, I could see Uncle Danch's complexion pale several shades. "Listen, you little bitch," he said between clenched teeth. "Is this the kind of gratitude I get for spending all that money on you? And letting that hippie bum come here? And now you're going to insist on this silly little thing your depraved mind has concocted? That's ridiculous!"
"All you have to do is lie across my lap, this way," I said, moving my finger from right to left. "Otherwise, I'll have the movies delivered tomorrow."
"Which way?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"This way," I said, motioning a second time with my finger.
"Jeannie, I swear you will pay for this," he said, sliding onto the bed as I directed him to do. As soon as his middle was on my lap, his feet next to the headboard and his face near the foot of the bed, I folded his bathrobe neatly over his back. I rubbed his buttocks through his blue silk pajamas, patting his slight rear before raising my hand into, the air and slamming it down on his butt. My hand stung as a solid swack resounded in the room. Uncle Danch recoiled, his groin grinding down onto my own. I could feel the slight pressure of his flaccid penis against my thighs. I hit him three more times in rapid succession. He gritted his teeth and gripped the bedspread with his fingers, tensing his body for another slam.
"It'll be much better when I can see what I'm hitting, Unckie," I said, slipping my hand under his abdomen and undoing the tie at the front of his pajamas. His pajamas slid easily over his butt. He had a slim rear, covered with black hairs that pointed to a dark thatch of hair that converged in the middle of his crack. I rotated his hips until the pressure of his body weight on my legs was lessened. When I swacked him again, he rocked on my lap, pressing his penis against my pant crotch. His buttock was all red where I hit him.
"Just relax, Uncle Danch, and you may even enjoy this," I said, closing my thighs onto his penis while I delivered still another, slap.
"That one was the time you rubbed me to see if I was a girl," I said, clenching my own teeth. "Was that a nice thing to do to an innocent young girl, your brother's child?"
"This one," I said, bringing my hand full force down against him, "is for the time you told me I could have a Mercedes if I sucked you off for one week while you were taking your bath. Remember that?" Uncle Danch squirmed on my lap, pressing his penis into my panties each time I hit him. "How could I forget that, Jeannie?" His face was turned to me and I could see him smile. Was it possible he was enjoying this? I hit him again, watching him closely. No question. He was enjoying getting hit. His penis was no longer flaccid, it was hardening between my thighs. He moved so it pressed against me. What sort of a man was this?
'"And how about the time I needed ice skates and you tied me to the bed while you fucked me all day long, not even letting me go to school. Remember that one? You are a very bad boy, Unckie, and you're getting what you deserve." I delivered another series of slaps to his butt, which he seemed to enjoy thoroughly. He ground around on my lap, pressing his prick against the crotch of my panties. I reached underneath him, pulling my panties aside and closing the elastic over his prick.
For some strange reason, it excited me to have him up against me while I was spanking him. Now each time I hit him, I could feel his penis press into my slit. One time he would press against my clit, the next time, my vagina. He was getting me excited, too, and he knew it. I pulled his hips further up on my lap and arched upward. The head of his rod slipped into my slit. He ground until it was pressed against my vagina.
"You are very very bad, Unckie, to put your prick next to me like that," I said, now hitting him with the belt. "Bad, bad, bad. You see," I said, hitting him again, "you almost had me convinced I was a whore, just because I kept letting you fuck me all the time. Do you know how that made me feel when I was just starting to date and couldn't forget what I had done with you?"
"Tell me," Uncle said, grinding against me until his penis edged into me more.
"Well, it made me feel I wasn't good enough for the men I was dating. See, they all thought I was innocent but I knew I wasn't." I stung him with the belt three more times in rapid succession. "That's why I didn't date." I hit him again, harder and he pushed against me. "Then I came to live with you." Three stings more. "You used me like a whore and I let you." I slammed my left hand on him so hard it hurt my palm. "Then I met David." Four more belt hits, well placed. His butt was bright red. He was bouncing on my legs. "He treated me with respect. What a surprise after being with you." I beat his butt like I would never stop. "See, I loved him, Unckie, but you wouldn't know what I meant by that." I pounded both buttocks with my fists. "But you had to try and ruin that, too. On the very night he left, you fucked me. Back to whoredom, I thought." I swacked him again, only harder. "But, then I got the idea about the movie. I was determined you would pay for everything you had ever done to me." Five heavy slams with the belt, all at once, enough to make him move like he was ramming me. "And you're going to pay and pay and pay, Unckie. Just like I'll never be able to forget what you did, I'm gonna make you remember it all, too, the hard way." I hit him and hit him and hit him, with the belt, with my fist, with all my might.
He put his hand behind my butt, rotated his cock against my cunt, but stopped when I ripped into his flesh with my fingernails.
"Jeannie, that hurts," he moaned.
"That's just the beginning," I said, digging my fingernails into him again while I beat him with the belt simultaneously. "Tell me which is worse. Giving me the money, or this?" I rammed one of my fingers into his anal hole, going all the way in, not caring how much I hurt him. His body went rigid on my legs, but I held his penis tight between my thighs, feeling him rock against my vagina. I continued striking his buttocks until there was little feeling in my left hand but numbness. My right finger dug deeper into his anus before I bent it, scraping my nail against his tight anus wall, then rotating my finger in him. He thrashed his body into me as if he was enjoying the pain. "I asked you a question. Which was worse?"
"Jeannie, you're hurting me."
"Which was worse Unckie?"
"The money," he gasped.
"Which?" I asked again, digging my fingernail into his anus while I delivered a steady round of hand blows to both his buttocks.
"What you're doing with your finger. Don't do it any more. Please!" I picked up the belt with my left hand, making little red welts on his butt as I inserted a second finger into him, bending both of them until they scraped against his anal walls. More times I stung his buttocks with the belt as I rotated my fingers until the nails dug a full inner circle. I knew the pain must have been extreme for him. He was no longer pressing his penis against me. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He tried to lift himself up on his hands and knees, but fell back down when I rotated my bent fingers inside him again.
"This is the only way I can think of to let you know how I felt all those times you fucked me, Unckie.
That's why I have to keep doing this." I timed my belt slams to coincide with the ram of my fingers. Each time I stung him with the belt, my fingers slammed into his anus. I bent them, spreading his anal walls to their bent width, forcing them up him and then yanking them back.
"Jeannie! That is hurting me!" he yelled, trying to roll off my lap.
"You can't go anywhere, Unckie," I said, grinding my fingers almost a full circle, and watching him grimace. "But I will stop, provided you promise me you will take care of me any way I wish you to."
"What?" He gasped as I turned my fingers and beat him with the belt at the same time.
"Promise first."
"All right, Jeannie. Just stop doing that."
"All right what?"
"I promise I'll do what you want me to."
I relaxed my ringers, letting the force of his anal walls straighten them, then slowly removed them from his anus. His penis was no longer erect, and he now seemed totally exhausted.
"Now what I'd like you to do is to get on your knees in front of the bed." Uncle Danch did not move fast enough to satisfy me and I pushed him off my lap. He crumpled to the floor on his side, breaking his fall with his right hand, and lay there looking up at me.
"I hardly think that was necessary," he said, "I could have hurt myself."
"But you didn't. So get on your knees like you promised me you would do." He did get on his knees, shaking his head as if to clear it. He was two feet away from me. I got up, walked over to him and put my hands around the back of his head. Spreading my legs wide, I pulled his face right against my moist panties.
"I want you to eat me now, Unckie. Do me good."
"With your panties on?" he mumbled into my crotch.
"Until they are soaking wet."
How good it felt to see the man who had played such a significant part in my existence on his knees in front of me, ready to do my bidding. How good it felt to tell him what to do instead of the reverse. The man who had held money in front of me as a reward for my submitting to his sexual needs was now at my own beck and call. That fact alone was enough to make me dizzy. But the friction of his tongue licking against my panty crotch made me even more heady. His saliva combined with my own juices was making my panties damper. The wetter they became, the more pleasure my cunt experienced. Soon his tongue made a crease in my panties, forcing the flimsy material to comply with the folds in my slit. He went at his task dutifully, diligently, performing much better than I imagined a lap dog might. As he sucked on me through my panties, the cloth separating his mouth from my sexual membranes was at least as wet as the flesh he could not directly touch. Taking all the cloth in his mouth, he found the outline of my clit and began sucking on it. It felt so good, I wanted to take his head in my hands and pull him against me as hard as I could. But I liked the idea that I was the one directing our sexual activity even more than I liked the physical enjoyment I was experiencing.
If he seemed to be letting up at his task, I would give him a little strike to the head. Soon after, he would again be energetically licking and sucking. It felt so nice, especially when he moved his tongue way to the bottom of the crotch in my panties and slid it slowly upward until he was again pressing his tongue through my panties to my clit. The crotch of my panties was so wet it easily slid in any direction Uncle Danch pressed his tongue. And he pressed it everywhere. Up, down, to the side and back. I knew I could have gone to sexual orgasm at any moment, if I let myself go for even a short time. But my own sexual release was secondary to my primary desire to keep my uncle in a subservient position.
I wanted to prolong the agony-both his and mine-as long as possible. Unlike the other times I had been with Uncle Danch and he had so callously directed the sex in such a manner that I would feel totally debased, this time I was directing what would happen. This time I was in control.
To further hammer home the full range of our new relationship, I used his face as if it were a foreign object for masturbation purposes. I pulled his face against me, slowly grinding my cunt upward. Thoroughly wet, my panties cupped his facial contours as his nose pressed and probed my vagina and his forehead rotated against my clit. When I rotated upward, I pressed his face into my cunt as much as it could go, loving the pressure of his nose, mouth, chin and forehead squashed against me.
"Don't stop, Unckie," I said through gritted teeth. "Just keep licking me as fast as you can." I pressed his face into me, loving the pressure of his nose, mouth; chin and forehead squashed against me.
Concerned that he could not breathe, I released my hands from the back of his head, but he hardly moved back at all, continuing to lick, lap and suck. The heat I felt all the way up and down my slit was sufficiently extreme to make me feel it was burning up. I moved back only to pull my panties aside, so that there was no longer any cloth between me and his tongue.
"Don't stop, Unckie. Keep at it," I said, spreading my cunt lips for him, watching as he placed his tongue between them, easily sliding his thick protrusion all the way from my vagina to my clit He did this a number of times, each time placing his tongue first against my vaginal opening, pressing its full width into me, until he arrived to suck on my clit. I was dizzy, feeling all I wanted was to have him suck on my clitoris until I was aware of nothing other than orgasm. Yet there were other things I had to do which prevented me from giving in to my sexual enjoyment. I moved back toward the bed, Uncle's knees digging deep into the carpet as he followed the lead of my cunt. Each time I took a step-on legs shaky from their widened stance and from the sensations coursing through my body-he crawled forward, not once taking his lips and tongue away from my slit. Reaching the side of the bed, I leaned against it, my rump barely supported on the edge, my legs spread wide on either side of Uncle Danch, and the heels of my sandals digging into the carpet.
He followed my directive, alternatingly licking, lapping, sucking at whatever portion of my cunt he felt would please me the most. What I wanted to do more than anything was to arch my groin upwards so that he could give full attention to my clitoris. But I knew that once I did that it would be a short time to my orgasm and the finish of our meeting. I did not want it to stop now, despite the fact that I wanted to orgasm more than anything. I liked the overwhelming sensation of heat and hotness I felt all the way up and down my cunt, but other things were more important than my giving in to my sexual enjoyment.
I reached down to my panties, took hold of one side of my crotch and pulled my panties aside so Uncle Danch had full access to me. Eagerly he ran his tongue up and down the full length of my slit, driving his tongue into me as deep as he could go. I could see now he was also busy between his own legs as well. His rod was out of his pants and he was pumping it heavily. But the purpose of our meeting was not to give him an orgasm.
I reached over to the bedside table, bringing the phone onto the bed beside me. While Uncle Danch was so energetically licking me, I placed another call to David.
I lifted my legs nearly up to my chest when David came on the line, all thrilled to hear from me. Uncle Danch only paused a second when I started talking, then continued his warm, wet licks. It was as if he wanted me to orgasm right when I was talking to David.
"Guess what, David," I enthused, putting my feet on Uncle Danch's shoulders and arching upward so he could take a long swipe at my cunt. "Uncle Danch feels bad about running you out of town. He wants you to come back to Greenville and stay as his guest. He's even going to give us his bedroom! Isn't that great?"
"Hard to believe," he said, after a long pause.
"It's true, David," I said, moving so Uncle Danch could reach my clit with his mouth. "He gave me the money to buy you a ticket. You'll be flying first-class. All you have to do is pick up your ticket from American Airlines and get on the six-ten flight from International this Friday. Can you do it?"
'Yeah, sure," David said hesitantly. "Look, you're not kidding me are you?"
"No way, David. It's all set. I've been talking myself blue in the face just so Uncle Danch would realize what a horrible thing he did to you, and to me, too. I finally convinced him. You'll see when you get here," I said, crossing my legs around the back of Uncle's head and grinding my cunt into his face.
After I finally convinced David it would be all right and that everything was all set, his voice relaxed and he talked about how much he had missed me. We were soon talking about the sex we would have when we got together. Hearing him describe what he was going to do to me at the precise moment Uncle Danch was so busy between my legs allowed me to give in to the sensations coursing through me. I only regretted that it was not. David on his knees in front of me, making me feel so warm all over. I was only sorry it was not David's tongue pressing against my clitoris. I would have preferred his mouth to be sucking on me now instead of Uncle Danch's.
As soon as I closed my eyes, it was easy to pretend it was David. "That sounds good, David, tell me more," I said, cradling the phone with my shoulder as I rolled on my buttocks, feeling Uncle Danch's teeth scrape against my clitoris. I gripped Uncle Danch's head with my hands, forcing his face deeper into my slit. "That's right, David, keep at it," I said, giving in to my own excitement. "Tell me more what you're going to do to me.
Tell me how you're going to suck on me."
David talked faster as I breathed faster, his voice matching in intensity my own as he told me how he had taken his prick out of his pants and was pumping it. He told me how he was going to work me over with his tongue, how he was going to keep licking me and sucking on me until I could stand it no more, until I was screaming for him to stop.
"But I won't stop, Jeannie. No way," he moaned. "I'll just keep at it and you'll spread so wide I'll be able to lick you everywhere... " The combination of David's phone voice telling me such wonderful sexy things and Uncle Danch's ministrations to that hot area between my legs was more than I could handle all at once. David's low voice struck at my eardrums in almost the same rhythm in which Uncle Danch's tongue moved between my legs. I was moaning and groaning over the phone, I was lifting my rear higher. I felt like I was going to roll right into a little ball as hot as the sun and ignite my entire being into a rapid chain reaction of sexual impulses.
"Do you hear me?" David whispered, 2,000 miles away.
"I hear you, David and I'm so hot I can't stand it anymore. It feels just like your tongue's on me, licking me there. David it feels wonderful. Oh, David, it feels so good. Oh, David. Oh, Christ!" I screamed right into the phone. I rocked my body, but Uncle Danch never once let me get away. He kept sucking and licking, David kept talking. I started to talk but the words stuck in my throat. Right between my legs, right in the center Of my clit, the explosion began, pulling in all my energies and scattering them everywhere. I screamed again and it was like I had no head, no arms, no legs, nothing other than that incredible hot feeling that made me feel I was already on fire. I rode that feeling forever, it seemed; before my Clit nerves exploded with their deep heavy throbs. And then it was over. My breaths were heavy and deep.
Uncle Danch pulled back. David asked me how it was. It took a long time before I could answer him.
"Just great, David," I said.
"Sounded like it," he said. "That's just a preview of what'll happen when I see you."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, but I'm going to save it all up for you, Jeannie."
"I can hardly wait," I told him, watching Uncle Danch sit back-on his haunches, my juices covering his face.
"I'll be on that plane. Just be ready for me when I get there."
"I can hardly wait," I told him. "If I don't call you tomorrow, I'll see you Friday."
"Right on. Sleep good, baby. Nite."
I felt very empty after he had hung up and I replaced the receiver back on the phone. For just a moment I rested on the bed, watching Uncle Danch get to his feet and walk back to his desk where he sat down, mulling over the papers he had been working on when I came in. I got up a few minutes later and walked toward the door.
"Don't forget, Jeannie," he said as I opened the bedroom door. "You won't get away with this."
"Fuck off; Unckie," I said, slamming the door after me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
With David's arrival came incredible tension. It settled like London fog throughout the household, beginning with the first brief and terse meeting between David and Uncle Danch. Uncle Danch handled the awkward situation by spending most of his time away from home. Days, I figured he was working on business deals. Nights, I figured he was working over whores. Although David had not the slightest inkling what was going on, he was vaguely aware that something was off in the household. Each time he started to question me about it, I made certain I would change the subject, usually by suggesting we go-to bed. I also filled our days with a multitude of activities that kept us fully occupied. We spent most nights making love, mornings eating breakfast in bed, afternoons taking long walks or drives and evenings talking about our marriage plans, before having our wild sex. Nevertheless, after about one week, the tension got to him.
Late one night, in Uncle Danch's bedroom, just as the two of us were getting ready for bed, David drew up to his full six-foot height and looked at me questioningly.
"I can't figure your uncle out," he said, slipping his shirt over his head. "He invites me here as his guest and he's never around. He gives us money but doesn't even eat his meals with us. All he's said to me is 'How do you do,' 'Goodbye,' and 'Excuse me.' Something's not right."
"You worry too much, David," I said, hitting him playfully on the rump, and jumping into bed. "Come on over here and I'll give you something to do that'll take your mind off everything but you and me."
"But do you get what I mean, Jeannie? There's just something going on here I don't understand. I mean, what man would give up his own bedroom so a guy he's run out of town can screw his niece in it? It just doesn't make sense."
"Oh, god, David," I said, totally exasperated. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard you say. Maybe he's just embarrassed about what he did to you. Maybe he just feels bad about it." I pulled my blue velour robe about my body and leaned against the headboard, watching him look perplexed. "I'll tell you what doesn't make sense to me. Here I am with only my robe on and you're still in your shorts talking about Unckie. Don't think that doesn't give me an inferiority complex. You bored with me after just one week?" David laughed and looked embarrassed as he ran his fingers through his curly hair. "Hey, I'm sorry, Jeannie," he said, taking hold of my ankles and pulling me down on the bed. "No way am I bored with you.
Everything I dreamed about while I was away has come true. Maybe it's just too good to be true. Like this, for instance."
He pointed down at his shorts where his penis was already hardening, pushing hard against the silky material, forming a nice little tent. He watched me open my robe to reveal my nudity. I watched him lick his lips as he focussed between my slit, where I spread my pussy lips wide so he could see the pinkness between them.
"You really are a sexy woman, Jeannie. I love the way you've gotten relaxed enough with me to do that... " The light on Uncle Danch's desk was just sufficient for me to see his prick springing out from the material as he slipped his shorts off his feet. His rod was so much nicer than Uncle Danch's. It looked streamlined and young and innocent, not squatty and ugly and all lined with thick veins. It was a much better rammer than Uncle Danch's-longer and more delicate. Watching it throb in the dim light, I could not help but get excited.
When he lay down on the bed beside me, my lips and teeth were all ready open to receive his tongue. He tugged with my robe as he slipped his tongue inside my teeth and pressed it against mine. I helped him by moving my body so he could slip the robe from my arms, all the time sucking on his tongue until it seemed I was going to swallow it whole. He was pressing the tip of his smooth cockhead against my thigh, pulling at my hip until I faced him and felt the bulb of his rod press against my pubic hairs. I wanted to press my pussy hard against it until my labia lips spread to close over the tip and I could feel him slide in my wetness. But I had learned with David to take my time. If I did not do that, he would punish me by pulling back and watching me writhe in the agony of unfulfilled sexuality.
David clasped his hand over my breast, gently pressing his thumb and forefinger against my nipple. He pulled his tongue back from deep within my mouth where I was sucking on it with such abandon, and ran the tip lightly around the outer side of my teeth, lightly tickling the insides of my cheeks and lips. Then he moved down on the bed, gently tonguing either side of my face, my chin, sucking gently on the flesh in my neck, before his tongue slid down to tongue my nipple. I pushed my breast into his mouth as he opened it, soon closing it over much of my breast, lightly flicking his tongue against my nipple. The feeling of his tongue spreading his mouth juices around my nipple made me dizzy, made me groan. This urged him on. He clasped my breasts together with both his hands, bringing my nipples close to one another, sucking first on one nipple and then giving similar gratification to the other. It was good, but not quite as good as Melissa had done to me. Nevertheless, it turned me on sufficiently to Want his tongue elsewhere, and it was I who gently put my hands on his head and urged him to move down further.
David trailed his tongue down to my belly button, pressing his saliva into it as he spread my legs and settled in between them. He spread my legs with his shoulders and I pressed my hands into my pubic hairs, pulling the flesh upward so my slit area was exposed and prepared for his tongue. Watching me hold my breath as I waited for him to make contact with me, he placed his tongue lightly on my clitoris, pressing his tongue into its folds, eventually finding my little button that was already throbbing with sensual sensation. His wet mouth meeting my wet cunt made me rock my cunt upwards so he could slide all the way down to my vagina. I lifted my legs as he probed his tongue into my vagina, holding my breath as he flattened his tongue against my slit and edged his tongue back up to my clitoris. He sucked on it, tonguing my clitoris delicately while he ran his fingers up and down my slit, eventually pressing his fingers into my hole and rotating them until they were in to their greatest length. I rocked upward, and he sucked more of my cunt into his mouth while he rammed me with his fingers. Drawing his fingers out from me, he dug them upwards on my slit, then drew them back to ram another time into my vagina, He rotated his fingers, again driving deep into my vagina, his knuckles creating friction at my vaginal opening.
I clasped my hands around his head, pressing him into my slit as I ground my butt upward, feeling his teeth grate lightly against my clit. He slipped his fingers from my vagina again, sliding his juices back onto my anus. Circling my anal ring with his index finger and still sucking on my clitoris, he pressed his finger gently into my anus. It was not possible to focus when my anal ring dilated to the force of his finger pressure. The sucking he was giving my clitoris felt good, but nothing could match the incredible sensation of my anus parting to receive his finger. Slowly his finger edged upward, alerted to my enjoyment by my light moans and groans. I could not believe that feeling of his finger spreading my anus. It was unlike anything I had ever felt.
It was so intense it was impossible to even make a move. Once his finger was all the way in, he gently rotated it, flicking his fingernail against the walls, making me roll my head and groan. Each time he flicked, I moaned again. His tongue on my clit felt good, but nothing compared to the feeling of being forever rooted to the bed because of the way he was rotating his finger and the way I was responding to it. Slowly, he moved his finger down until it was nearly out before he pushed it slowly back in, driving me into ecstatic realms. What he did to me there was highly delicate. Only the slightest flick of his finger was necessary to affect me to the maximum. When he slowly rotated that finger, it was the most intense and most quiet pleasure I had yet experienced. It was not possible to move, because that subtle pleasure was greater than even the pleasure of his mouth at my clit. With his finger up my anus, he could do anything to me, I knew. He could make me orgasm right on the spot, if that is what he willed me to do with his tongue, and mouth and lips.
"Oh, god, David, you just don't know... "
"Then tell me," he mumbled, hardly moving back from my clitoris to speak and still pressing into my anus with his finger.
"It feels so good... "
"This?" he said, pulling back to watch me as he flicked his fingernail against my anal wall again.
"That," I said, meeting his eyes and noticing my cunt juices on his chin, lips and cheeks.
He watched the beads of perspiration on my face as he steadily flicked his fingernail deep against my anal walls. He dug his thumb into my vagina, pressing it toward my anus while he pulled his index finger toward his thumb. The pressure inside me was so great, so wonderful, the tears flooded into my eyes. I moaned as he pulled his fingers together so tightly, I could feel my inside organs rubbing one against the other. Were it not for my body tissues separating his thumb from his finger, he could have touched them together. I could not move while he did this. Much as I wanted to, it was impossible. The feeling was too intense, too engrossing for me to do anything other than wait to see what he was going to do next. My body tissues continued to create the only gap between his thumb and finger as the warmth of his tongue was felt on the outer circumference of my vagina as it slithered in the wetness from one side of my labia lips to the other. He energetically crisscrossed my slit, eventually driving his tongue through my clit folds, locking his lips over that throbbing hot spot and darting his tongue lightly across it. I was throbbing fully as much deep inside my anus as I was in my vagina and in my clit. Every place he touched became one. Clit, vagina and anus all seemed to converge together, becoming one supreme sexual throb. It was just one massive contraction and relaxation that was going on without my having the ability to either stop it or continue it. All of my responses were at the mercy of David's fingers, lips, and tongue.
He kept his finger and thumb pressing together, his mouth continuing to suck on my clit while he moved his body upward on the bed, carefully placing his thighs above me as he pressed the tip of his penis onto my lips. His tight balls swayed between his buttocks as I opened my mouth to take his prick in my mouth. The tart taste of his semen was immediate as he slipped across my tongue and I swallowed it hungrily. Having him to suck on made it even better. As I closed my mouth onto his rod, I could feel the throbbing of his vein pulsating against my tongue as I went around the tip, and as far down his shaft as possible. Even more eagerly, he sucked on my clit, increasing the pressure of his thumb and forefinger as he ground them toward one another. I took his cock in my mouth as deep as it would go, not even gagging when its tip struck the back of my throat. David pulled his prick from my mouth, pressing his opening against my teeth and sliding it back in, never once altering the rhythm of his mouth and fingers. I straightened my legs, arching upwards so he could grab more of my flesh in his mouth. The pressure in my anus and vagina was increased, and the sliding of his tongue over my clitoris, the sucking he was giving it, was making me feel I would go to orgasm at any minute. I sucked on his cock, my cheeks becoming hollow. I felt I wanted to swallow it whole. David sensed the change in me, knew I was close. He stopped sucking on me, pulled his thumb out of my vagina, slowly removed his index finger from my anus. Then he pulled back from my mouth and- although I tried to capture his cock glistening with my saliva-he was already moving down on the bed.
His thighs pressed against mine and the cock he was holding in his right hand was slipping between my pussy lips, pressing against my clitoral knob, driving deep into my slit and finally pressing into my vagina.
"It's all good, Jeannie," he said, breathing so hard I thought he would come on the spot, "but I like fucking you the most. I like to watch your face while I am fucking you. More than anything, I like to be in your cunt." He lay down across me, flattening my breasts with his chest as he gripped my hips with his hands, pulling them up while he kept ramming me. He pushed all the way in, drew back for still another plunge, and rocked into me again, grinding the base of his cock against my wide-open cunt. He slammed at me again and again, each time grinding against my clit, rolling his abdomen against mine, circling his groin, making his cock move deep in my vagina. He moved his rod nearly all the way out before hitting at me, slamming into me, grinding against my clitoris.
"David, it feels so good what you're doing. David, don't stop. David, keep at it. Oh, David!" I lifted my legs around his back, crossed them, locked them together, feeling him slide deeper into me, feeling him grind against me, making it impossible for him to move back. He grunted as he thrust with steady jabs, as his lips were On mine again and his tongue was pressing against my teeth, forcing them to open. I sucked on his tongue with the same abandon I had earlier sucked on his cock, taking it deep into my mouth, sliding my tongue around his, feeling the light tickle of his tongue against mine. The more he jabbed, the more I sucked. His prick was filling my vagina fully as much as his tongue was filling my mouth. I opened my mouth, my teeth as wide as they could go, closing my mouth over his lips as well as his tongue. David was plunging into me with fast steady jabs of his prick, tonguing me with equal intensity. There was a catch in my throat as all I could think of was the explosion that was beginning to rock through me. It began in my clitoris, slowly spreading out through my cunt, causing my vagina to grip his penis which was already pumping semen juices deep inside my vagina.
"It's good," I screamed, gritting my teeth as I thrashed my head on the bed mattress and pulled him deeper into me with the clasp of my legs.
"Oh, God, Jeannie," David shouted, pulling his butt back for more jabs and spurts that made his plunges far easier. He rocked into me, unloading another strong release of his jism that slid around in me. In seconds, he was fully spent. He lay across me, burying his face in my breast as I ran my fingers through his hair, while he regained his strength.
"You're beautiful, Jeannie," he said finally. "And you're a great lay, too."
"You don't do so bad yourself," I told him. "You can't imagine how it was when you weren't here."
"Probably as bad for you as it was for me," he said, moving up and cradling me in his arms. "You must have been really lonely, with an uncle who spends so much time away."
"You'll never know how horrible it was, David. You'll never imagine what it was like while you were gone," I said, giving him a final kiss before we both fell asleep.
But David was to find out everything that had happened, the hard way. It was not easy on me, either. I suppose I should have known something would go wrong, but it never crossed my mind that Melissa was the whore Uncle Danch was seeing. How was I to know that Melissa had given one of her famous back rubs to Uncle Danch? How was I to know she had learned from him that David was back in Greenville as my lover? How was I to know Uncle Danch was one of the customers she took to her apartment, not only to get money for the sexual satisfaction she gave him, but also to ply him with more questions about me? And how was I to know that her fury over my having tricked her would make her sell her rights to the movie to Uncle Danch?
Naturally, Uncle Danch had to make a big production out of the entire meeting. It wasn't enough that he invited Melissa to the showing of the movie; he also had to include David. I could not believe he would show the movie to David, but he did, after a short explanation about the evils of blackmail, and an apology to David for any crudity the film might illustrate.
"As you can see, these girls are not expert movie takers." he explained. "And as you'll soon find out, Jeannie is not an expert blackmailer.": David watched the entire movie without a word, looking stunned when the lights were turned on again. He listened with a blank expression as Melissa confirmed that the movie was part of a blackmail attempt she and I had made on Uncle Danch. "But the money wasn't to go to you and her," she told David.-"See Jeannie became my lover and the two of us were going to use the money to go away on. She promised me that would happen, but she double-dealt me right from the start. She had gotten a half million from her uncle but she only gave me fifty thousand and told me we'd have to wait till she got more before we could go away. Next thing I know, you're here and she's planning on going away with you."
"It'll never happen now," David said, standing and looking embarrassed as he left the room. I listened for a few minutes longer, learning that Melissa did not want to see me again and that Uncle Danch now had the money I had extracted from him in his account, before I ran up the stairs to Uncle Danch's bedroom.
I tried to explain it all, but David was not interested in hearing anything. I told him that since he was a witness, we could still blackmail Uncle Danch and go away together and start a new life somewhere else.
"Look, Jeannie," he said, turning to me as he threw his clothes in his suitcases. "No way possible I can ever feel anything for you that will keep us together. How do you think it made me feel to see a movie of you screwing your uncle to blackmail him? Do you think I could ever touch you with pride again? Do you think I would ever want to touch you? I mean, you really put one over on me, made me into a real ass. That's something I'll never be able to forget."
"But David," I said, trying to stop-him from leaving. "I've got to get away from him now, or I'll never be able to get away, not for the rest of my life."
"That's your problem, isn't it?" he said, brushing past me and going down the stairs with his bags. He called a cab, then stood outside the front door while he waited for it to arrive.
I could hear Melissa still in the den, giggling, and Uncle laughing. I went upstairs, to my own bedroom this time, and shook in bed for hours before I fell into a fitful sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The message was clear. It throbbed throughout my body as I lay on my bed waiting for his return. Outside, I could see the full moon slant its rays on the courtyard. But that was not the reason for the message.
Twenty-one days of no sex was.
Just because I had no lovers did not mean my passions were suddenly quelled. They remained with me, causing all sorts of havoc and anguish, writhing and discomfort. They made me curse my entire existence.
Along with the throbbing that clutched my cunt inward and kept it wet came the feelings of depravation and self-hate. Dismay, disgust, shame and embarrassment were steadily felt emotions.
I had long since given up on David's ever contacting me again. Three weeks had gone by. No letters from him and no phone calls. Only once did I try to call Melissa, late one night when I was so needful of sex I was willing to beg to see her again. But she hung up on me the minute she heard my voice.
The only human being I had left was Uncle Danch. He was certainly no prize, but he was a man. Where was he? I wiped the perspiration from my face and rolled over on the bed, noting the clock hands sliding past ten. As much as I was pulsating between my legs, I could not even think of masturbating, with the message that was giving me such a headache.
So he's been ignoring you, so what? So he took back all your money and won't give you any when you ask him for it? So you're a virtual prisoner since he took your Mercedes away? What difference does that make?
He still has a cock. Even though he does not seem interested in you, you know that's not true. If he didn't want you he would send you away. He's just waiting for you to come to him. Why don't you take the initiative?
Seduce him. At least you would end your sexual anguish. At least you could sleep well for a change. And you might just get your Mercedes back.
I slid off the side of the bed and walked into the bathroom, my damp nightgown clinging to my body. I looked hard in the mirror at the telltale marks of my anxiety. The circles dug deep beneath my eyes, a dark reminder of all the days I had spent in solitary confinement in Uncle's house while he was away. I only Saw him when he made a rare trip home for meals. Never did he check in on me when he arrived late at night, going directly to his room after he had rustled through the kitchen and fixed himself a sandwich. Always, he walked right past my door, the silence following his door's clicking open and shut unnerving me, making me want to scream his name. I needed him.
But I was too proud to let him know that.
I turned on the faucet full blast, soaped the washcloth and tried to scrub the dark circles away. The scrubbing did not help. Neither did vigorously rubbing them with the towel. I reached inside the medicine cabinet for my makeup, patting the solution over my skin, adding three layers under my eyes. In the harsh bathroom light, the darkness there was still evident. But the softer illumination in the dressing room diminished them. If I held my head back, they were not noticeable.
Seeing myself in the dressing room mirror gave me more confidence. It all seemed silly now, to worry about it. After all, I still had the body that had turned Uncle Danch on since I was a child. Even though he pretended I did not exist, I knew he had not forgotten all the times we had been together. He just wanted to make it hard for me, to punish me. He must have known the days I spent alone in his house would make the throbs between my legs heavy, a continual reminder of what I wasn't getting. He must have known that I would one day be begging him for it. Otherwise, why would he have me around at all?
I ran to the window when I heard his car and watched him walk with determined strides toward the house.
My cunt contracted. My hands dampened. I lay back down on the bed half hoping he would come into my bedroom and see my body hardly protected from view by the silky fibers of my tan nightgown. I heard him take two steps at a time up the stairs and held my breath while he came down the hallway.
"Please come in," I whispered as he approached my door. He walked right by, not even pausing. I heard him shut his door tight. Then only silence. I had had enough of that.
I got up again, nervously pacing back and forth. I thought of turning on the radio, loud enough to make him come in and tell me to turn it off, but I decided against it, preferring to imagine what it would be like to be with him again. I imagined seeing his cock springing out from his tan trousers, throbbing in the air, imagined him telling me to caress it, to hold it, to pump it, imagined it pressed against my cunt, beginning to edge into my pussy lips. I imagined him calling me a whore as it slid into my vagina, my clitoris throbbing wildly until it was appeased by his abdomen grinding against it. I imagined rocking back and forth on his knees, feeling him plunge into me until I felt split to the core. How much better it would be to have his rod in me instead of my own fingers! I imagined going into his bedroom and offering myself to him.
But what if I were wrong? What if he wasn't interested in me any more?
Of course, he's interested, I answered my own self-doubts, but nevertheless I went into the dressing room to check one more time.
My mirror reflection gave me more confidence. My nipples already pressed hard against my nightgown, little rosy buds that were taut with desire. The way my nightgown clung to my waist and hips, the way it stretched across my pubic hairs and scrunched them against my pubis, made them more evident. I pressed my hand, into them, noticing my nightgown immediately dampened with my juices. I spread my legs, watching passion roll Over my face as I rubbed my hands between my legs. My breaths came fast as I felt the quickened twitches of my clitoris and the heavy contractions of my vagina and anus. Just before my release would come, I stopped, leaning against the wall opposite the mirrors, dizzy and heady from the desires coursing through my body. I thought of just lying down on the bed and doing with my hand what Uncle would have done better.
But masturbation was no longer sufficient. It only gave me a slight release. The orgasm was over as soon as it started. And I was still left jittery and wanting and writhing.
No, I could not do that again. It did not matter if I had to swallow my pride. Even if he told me to get out, I was determined to see him that very night.
I ran into the bathroom, fluffed my hair with my brush, teased it high on my head, pleased with the way it framed my face and cascaded down my cheeks. I put on lipstick, rouge, watched my shaky hands draw my eyeliner across my eyelids, and I darkened my eyelashes with mascara. On the way out, I took a last look at myself, deciding that, no matter how angry he was at me, he could not help but be maximally attracted.
Barefoot, I went down the hallway, becoming nervous again when I stood in front of his heavy walnut door. I did not give the fleeting thought that I should go back time to take hold.' I turned the brass knob and pushed the door open.
From the doorway, it was difficult to see his expression. He was sitting in the chair nearest the fireplace, reading the paper, still fully dressed except for his shoes which were neatly placed in front of him. The lamp on the table behind him made him glow, but dark shadows clouded his face.
"What do you want, Jeannie?" He let the paper drop to his lap and stared at me. "I want to talk to you."
"What about?" He appeared nonchalant and started to read again.
"I'm standing in my nightgown in your bedroom at eleven at night and you're asking me what I want?" I was sorry the minute I said it.
"You're not in a position to act smart, Jeannie. If you want something from me, I'd suggest you be polite for a change."
I could see it would be the same battle of wills we had so often had in the past. But I was willing to do anything to get rid of that horrible throbbing that gave me no rest. I waited patiently in the doorway until he looked up again.
"Do you get my message?"
"I've been getting a lot of messages. One of them told me to come in here tonight. That's why I'm here."
"You're not here because of a message, Jeannie, you're here because you're a whore. You're just tired of taking care of yourself with your fingers and you want someone else to do the work for you." My face flushed as he smiled, knowing he had gotten to me. "But what you seem to forget," he continued, "is that we're not on the best of terms. I don't like to be blackmailed."
"I'm really sorry about that, Uncle Danch. I really am. If I had it to do over again, I'd never do it."
"Of course you're sorry, because you lost and I won. You wouldn't be sorry if you were on your way to Los Angeles with all my money. You wouldn't be thinking about me at all." He folded up the newspaper and rose, moving to the side of his bed and sitting on it. Now I could see his expression. He was looking me up and down not like I was his niece, but as if I were merely a sexual object that might possibly satisfy his sexual needs of the moment. His stare was brazen, and I became embarrassed again, wondering if I should just leave. I did not like to be in an asking position. I did not like the way his eyes roamed over my body as if he were deciding to keep me or to cast me out.
"So you're hot enough to want to turn me on, are you, Jeannie? I see you went to special pains to get what you want from me. I must say you look stimulating in your pretty little nightgown that shows me everything you've got. Are you damp?
"More than you can even imagine," I answered, feeling my skin tighten. "Show me." I felt I was in a trance as I spread my legs in the door-way, reached between them with my hands. I saw him watching me intently as I pressed my nightgown deep into my pussy lips, grinding the cloth into my wetness as I rubbed myself furiously at least a dozen times. I almost forgot he was there as I closed my eyes and rolled my head. When I held the cloth in front of me, it was wringing wet.
He laughed and crossed his legs. "The clitoris has no conscience, does it, Jeannie? It just wants cock, doesn't it? It's beyond choice, isn't it? Aren't you lucky I'm here and still able to see that beyond everything else you are, you are one good fuck?"
I looked down, embarrassed, while he continued. "Because if I couldn't see that, you would have been gone long ago. But I wanted to keep you around for times like these. How nice it feels to see you so hot and desirous and wanting."
He smiled again and I relaxed, my shoulders dropping with relief. He was not going to make me return to my room. But he was not going to make it easy on me either.
He rolled the newspaper in his hand into a tight cylinder and hit it against the side of the bed.
"You've been a bad girl, Jeannie, and there is still some punishment you must undergo. I'm not the sort of man who whips women, but it is important that you see what you are reduced to. Just three weeks ago, you were telling me what to do, weren't you? Just three weeks ago, you had your lover here, screwing him in the very bed I am sitting on. And now you're standing in my room, wanting me to take care of your bodies. Well you're going to have to crawl for it Jeannie. If you want me, you're going to have to get on your stomach and crawl all the way over to me."
He laughed again, but I did as he had said, getting to my knees and stretching out on his rug. The fibers pressed into the smooth silk of my nightgown as I inched forward, digging my knees into the carpet, throwing my arms in front of me and writhing toward him. The fibers titillated me, rubbing into my breasts, underarms, stomach and groin, grinding against my clitoris as I spread my legs. He had gotten off the bed and was on his knees, not ten feet away from me. The rolled newspaper was in his right hand, his left unzipped his pants.
"I just want to let you see the prize you will get when you reach your destination, Jeannie," he said.
The rug rubbed against my neck as I strained to watch him slip his penis out of his shorts. It rested, fully thick and ugly and erect against his pants. Utilizing every muscle in my body, I scrambled forward as if I were swimming, doing the breast stroke on the carpet. As I neared him, I could see the moisture that had formed at his prick tip. When my shoulders slipped inside his widespread legs, a sigh of relief escaped me. His penis struck my forehead as I wedged between his legs and lifted my head up, feeling the rubbery moistness of his prick slide down my forehead, glide over the bridge of my nose and finally come to rest against my lips.
"You can open your mouth, Jeannie," he said, "and you'll have your prize that you have won by your efforts."
I parted my lips, feeling his prick probe at my teeth. He pressed forward until they parted. His semen spread over my tongue as his rod slid forward. The taste was tart, a remembrance of times past. I sucked on it, felt more semen intermesh with my mouth juices. Hungrily, I swallowed, then drew my head back, watched his glistening penis slide out until my teeth lightly rubbed against the indentation of his bulb. I sucked on it, laving my tongue around his bulb, pressing it into his moist opening, forcing it to open wider so I could lap at more of his most sensitive area.
He took hold of either side of my head, gripped my hair, tugging on the two strands he wrapped around his fingers as if they were reins and he were directing a horse that had not been ridden. He pulled my hair, forcing me to come closer to him, his prick pressing the very back of my throat. He rocked it against me three more times before he released the hold of my hair. I raised my eyes but could not see him. Yet I knew he was watching his rod slide in and out of my mouth.
"Now you're doing the right thing, Jeannie. It's right to suck Unckie's cock." I quickened the movements of my tongue across the tip and let him slide into me nearly to the back of my throat, before I tried to pull back. But it was impossible to do that. Again he yanked on my hair, forcing me against him until his cock struck against my windpipe. I gagged. Still holding one handful of hair, he lifted his hand, striking the coiled newspaper against my buttocks.
"How dare you gag when I'm doing you a favor," he said, angrily hitting me with the paper again. "And what about my balls? Don't you think they need some attention? What sort of a whore are you?" He hit me several times more while I gagged, coughed, and caught my breath when he released the hold on my hair. Able to breathe again, I found the stings to my rear more exciting than hurtful. Each time that paper struck, I ground my cunt against the rug, rocking against it, leaving my mouth wide open, letting Uncle Danch do with my body what he wished. He was plunging into my mouth as fast and as furiously as if he were fucking it. His zipper grated against the back of my hand as I maneuvered it through the opening in his shorts.
I clasped his testicles in my palm. Warmly, they spread through my fingers while his prick pressed first against one cheek and then the other, as it slipped crazily over my tongue, beating against the back of my throat while he moved forward on his knees. He grasped another handful of hair, yanking me toward him while the coiled paper struck my buttocks with a fast series of sharp slams and hits. I knew my buttocks were becoming bright red and the thought of that excited me. One minute he was grinding down against my hand, his testicles sliding over-the edge of my palms, the next he was moving forward on his knees, forcing my mouth to accept more of his cock than was physically possible. Always there was the slam of the paper against my buttocks.
"Now you're mine, Jeannie. You'll always, be just for me, forever. You'll never get away again. Anything I want you to do, you'll do."
He grunted, tugging on my hair again. I gripped his balls hard and shuddered as his prick struck the back of my throat. He was probably right. Even if I could get away, I was not certain I would want to. Being used like an object of sexual pleasure was making me wild, driving me into a frenzy. I thrashed my cunt against the rug. He was exciting me even more than David or Melissa ever had. But, most important, I felt lucky to feel wanted, even though I was getting little physical satisfaction myself. How fortunate I felt to be sucking on his warm dong, to feel it slam against my throat, to roll his balls, to be so important to him that he would spank me.
I hoped it would not be much longer before he Would he slamming with equal intensity inside my vagina and the raging passions rumbling within me would finally be subsided. But it was difficult to think about that with everything he was doing to me. He yanked at my hair again, forcing my head to rotate, to circle, as more of his semen oozed into my mouth. He was forcing it into me with faster thrusts, striking me with the newspaper each time his rod tip struck the back of my throat. I ground forward on the rug, inundated with passionate throbs that rocked totally through me.
The newspaper fell to the floor next to the left cheek as his hands dug into the back of my head and he pulled me against him as far as was physically possible. A long spurt of his hot jism hit the back of my throat, rolled down my gullet. He pulled back and slammed into me again. Another spurt filled my mouth and I swallowed it. Six more times I felt his spurt. Then he let go of my head, falling back on his haunches, his relaxed penis slipping out of my mouth and falling, limp, over his pants. He had come in my mouth. There was nothing left for my cunt. No release at all for me. Only for him.
I was angry as well as disappointed, especially when he patted me on the head and got to his feet. I rolled over onto my back, watching him slip his relaxed penis back into his trousers and zip them up.
"And what about me," I asked.
"You mean, what about the niece that tried to black-mail me?"
"I told you I was sorry."
"Now I imagine you're even sorrier. You'll just have to wait for another time. I have to get to sleep." My whole body was aching with desire, but he was not the slightest bit interested now. Smugly, he walked toward his bathroom, but then he turned to me, as if I were an afterthought.
"The reason it happened that way was because you forgot to say one thing."
"What was that," I asked, slowly getting up and walking toward the door.
"You forgot to say uncle. I want to hear you say it now." I wanted to walk out and slam the door in his face. Instead, I turned and smiled, swallowing hard before I said it.
"Uncle."
He laughed as he went into the bathroom and the door closed between us.
