The gripping novel you are about to read contains elements which many will feel belong solely to the realm of fiction and fantasy.
However, we are told psychiatrist's couches are filled with thousands of patients who have known a real "Uncle Bob". Authoress Grace Wilkenson has created a composite character, formed from countless real uncles, older brothers, and yes, even fathers and grandfathers, all of whom have found themselves overly aware of the not insignificant charms of the young girls in their households.
If you will ask almost any woman of your acquaintance, you will find (if she dares to answer truthfully) that she has known such a relative. Therefore, Carol, the child/woman of this story may not be in as unusual a situation as it might seem. Fortunately for this young sprite, she too is an unusual little person to start out with. Otherwise one would be prompted to speculate as to the dire consequences of her actions.
Thrown pell-mell from almost total innocence to total debauchery, the heroine of this outstanding work goes beyond anything Nabokov had envisioned for Lolita, only to become a stalwart champion for her own rights.
Would that every young girl would so effectively thwart such premature and incestuous attention.
This timely work should sound a warning to every family regarding the extraneous relationships possible between their unsuspecting pubescent daughters and the unstable relatives who prey upon them.
We are sure you will find yourself both surprised and enlightened by this latest novel in this astounding best selling series by Miss Wilkenson.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER 1
"Pass the potatoes, please!" Carol stretched her slender arm past Uncle Bob, as her father passed the bowl to her.
"Thanks, dad!" she replied, unmindful of her uncle's slightly flaring nostrils, and the sharp intake of his breath as her perfume drifted his way. He was sitting right beside her, and the wine was going to his head ... and the perfume was beginning to get to him. It wasn't that it was such a pleasant odor, but it was strong, the kind a thirteen-year-old would buy for herself.
Carol began to hungrily gobble up her second helping of potatoes with the smiling approval of her parents who sat across from her at the round table.
Bob wondered where on earth she could put all that food, she was slender as a rail, but he hadn't failed to notice the plump twin mounds of her budding breasts that jiggled beneath her sweater, betraying the fact that she wore no bra. And her little ass, well, it was small but well shaped, curvy and tight, like a young boy's but softer.
"Great dinner, MOM!" Carol pronounced, with a mouthful of bread. Then turning to Bob, "This is a special dinner in honor of your arrival, Uncle Bob! Usually we get hot dogs!"
"Carol!" Jean's voice rose sharply, her delicate features betraying the nervousness she had felt since her brother had arrived that afternoon.
"Only kidding, Mom!" Carol laughed, she loved to put her mother on these days, "You always take everything so seriously!" she cried, tossing her blond curls with her hand. She was just beginning to enjoy the fact that she was pretty, and took infinite care with her hair and clothes, hoping to attract the approval of her girl friends and the attention of the boys at school ... one in particular ... Bud.
Carol's father looked across the table at his daughter ... a stern expression of disapproval crossed his face as he watched her devouring her food with gusto. "What would Bud say if he could see you now ... not very lady-like, are you?"
"Daddy, you're so square ... would you please not bring up Bud's name ... he's a creep ... and you're spoiling my dinner!"
Bob finished off his third glass of wine and smacked his lips ... "AAAah!" he said teasingly...."a boyfriend, already ... a little advanced for your age ... aren't you?"
The level stare of Carol's clear blue eyes almost took his breath away, and he felt his cock give a noticeable jump as his niece stuck her tongue out at him quickly, and then composed her face as though she hadn't.
In a short while the conversation had turned to other less volatile subjects, and Jean rose to go into the kitchen for dessert. Bob found it harder and harder to concentrate on what his brother-in-law was saying, becoming overly conscious of Carol fidgeting in the chair beside him.
Slowly his leg moved to the left in her direction. It was almost as if it was moving on its own power ... as though he really had nothing to do with it at all. His face broke out in a sweat as his leg met something ... it had to be her leg, for Christ's sake, and she hadn't moved it an inch. The warm contact sent chills racing up his leg, and he felt his balls contracting and his long thick penis swelling uncomfortably in his pants.
Jesus, she's got to know what's happening ... she's just holding her legs there without moving away! Then Carol moved her leg slightly, and Bob felt the soft material of her tight fitting ski pants brush against his leg.
Just then Jean came back into the room with an apple pie and placed it in the center of the table. Carol leaned over to help herself to a piece, and the electric contact that had held Bob so still for the last few moments was broken. He smiled across the table at his sister Jean, and mopped his brow with his handkerchief.
"Home cooking!" he declared...."just what this tired old man's been craving!"
"Bob, come on, you're hardly old!" Jean replied.
"Yeah, Bob, if you're old, that makes me old too ... and I'm resisting that label for a while," Tom added.
"Just how old are you, Uncle Bob?" Again the cool blue eyes flashed into his. He wondered how she would react if she knew how hard his prick was right then ... and why.
"Let's just say, I'm in my early forties ... older than anyone here, anyway!"
"Oh, yeah?" Carol asked curiously. "You don't look so old...." Her attention returned to her plate, and Bob welcomed the relief from the tension he felt each time she looked at him that way. He longed to move his leg back, but somehow he no longer had the courage to do it. Instead he passed his glass to his sister for a refill of the strong red wine.
He noticed Tom's look of disapproval as Jean poured him a goodly amount, but now he didn't care ... it was all set, he was staying for a few weeks with them ... until he got back on his feet. He'd start looking for a job in town soon. Ever since that bad case of flu had put him on his back over in Newburgh, he just couldn't seem to be able to hold down a job. That last gig as an encyclopedia salesman had almost driven him crazy. No reason why he really had to cotton up to Tom, he knew where he stood with his brother-in-law ... but hell ... blood ties are stronger than any piece of paper ... and he knew that his baby sister Jean would always stick up for him, no matter what.
The wine felt good going down, and Bob's thoughts were beginning to get hazy. He'd had no idea that his little niece had grown up to be such a bitch of a little cunt ... wagging her cute little ass around in those tight pants ... enough to make him forget he was her uncle ... well, there was no harm in looking ... too bad he couldn't get a little taste though....
The next thing Bob noticed was that everyone was suddenly getting up from the table. Carol had pushed her chair back and was sauntering from the room.
"Aren't you going to say goodnight to Uncle Bob," Jean asked.
Bob stood up unsteadily and watched as Carol turned and walked back toward him. The small points of her nipples jutted up and out toward him as she approached, and it seemed to Bob that he could see them beneath her cashmere sweater. She came close to him, and then raising on tiptoes, kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Good night, Uncle Bob! I'm glad you're staying with us ... maybe now there'll be a little fun around here!" She rolled her eyes and smiled, her even white teeth gleaming. Again the heady perfume intoxicated him.
"Good night, pumpkin!" Tom came over and embraced his daughter, taking her up, and holding her small body briefly against him. "Sleep well, honey ... and be sure to finish your homework!"
"I don't have any tonight," she called back to him, and they all stood watching Carol walk away again, finally disappearing from view as she climbed the stairs to her room.
"She's growing up so fast," Jean said, a slight embarrassment creeping into her voice.
"You can say that again," Tom growled. "Well, I don't know about you two ... but I'm going up ... this is my one night off from the restaurant and I'm going to get some sleep."
"Sure, Tom," Bob said. "Guess I'll hit the sack, too....
"Can you find your way to your room, Bob ... I mean, I'm sure everything you'll need is there ... towels in the bathroom ... if you need more blankets, there are some in the second floor hall closet ... and...."
"Sure, sis ... I'll be fine ... don't worry about a thing!"
He kissed Jean good night, and turned to shake Tom's hand ... Tom's hand crushed his in a hard grip that made him thankful when the handshake was over. If he could just make it up to his room now, without making a fool of himself, everything would be fine. With a concentrated effort he fixed the stairs with his eyes and started toward them. He took each step slowly, and deliberately. Didn't want them to think he couldn't hold a few glasses of lousy wine, for Pete's sake! ... and soon he was on the second floor.
He looked at the doors that lined the hallway ... three doors ... which one was Carol's, he wondered ... then he continued on, up the next flight of stairs that led to his attic room.
She must be down to her panties by now ... I wonder if she's got hair on her hot little pussy yet!
* * *
Jean unpinned her hair and let the blond locks fall down over her shoulders. She lifted her arm up to begin brushing it out for the night as she sat in front of her vanity table. In the mirror behind her, Tom paced nervously back and forth, and Jean waited patiently for the tirade she knew was about to begin.
"He guzzled that wine like it was going out of style!" Tom fumed. "You didn't tell me he had a drinking problem too ... add that to all his other problems ... the guy's a wreck ... I don't care if he is your brother! ... I don't want him hanging around here any longer than absolutely necessary!"
"Tom, please!" Jean bit her lip, still brushing automatically. Her hair shone in the soft light of the bedroom, its honey color only slightly darker than that of her daughter's. Clad only in the pink peignoir that Tom had given her for Mother's Day, her full ripe figure was clearly visible through the sheer folds of material.
"Oh dear!" she thought...."it's worse than I thought!" She had hoped to distract her husband by wearing the frilly outfit, but it had become more and more difficult to attract him recently. Most of their early evenings were spent arguing, and then he would leave to go to the restaurant and bar he managed in town ... and she wouldn't see him until he came in sleepy and weary at about 4:00 A.M. At that time they usually exchanged a few grunts and he would fall off into a deep sleep, signaled by the loud snoring that rapidly expanded into the room.
But tonight she had hoped it would be different ... he had been worried recently about Carol ... Carol and her new interest in boys ... She knew that her husband was almost obsessed with the idea that any boy who went out with his daughter was a mad rapist and there was apparently no way to talk him out of that idea. But Jean realized that her brother's arrival, far from taking Tom's mind off Carol, was only adding to his general state of misery.
"As if I didn't have enough troubles...." Tom continued. "Your daughter asked me again if she could go out with that boy ... thirteen years old and wanting to go out on dates...."
"Oh, Tom...." Jean turned to him. "Going to a movie is hardly a major date ... and all of her friends do it ... Maud Chatterton's little girl...."
"Don't tell me about anyone else's little girl ... She's not anyone else's kid ... she's mine...!"
"Ours...." Jean corrected gently.
She stood up and moved toward her husband, throwing her arms around his neck in an effort to make him forget his anger. She pressed her soft full lips against the warm skin of the back of his neck, and ground her body up against him, nudging her pelvis forward toward his groin.
"Oh, honey ... come on ... let's think about something else tonight ... O.K.?" she murmured.
Tom started to push her away from him ... somehow he just hadn't been in the mood recently ... too much on his mind ... but then he felt the hardened tips of his wife's full splendid breasts pushing against his chest and as the soft cushion of her belly rubbed insistently against his pelvis, a tremor ran through him, making him pull her still closer to him, and then closer still, grinding her hard against his pajama clad body until Jean squealed and tried to catch her breath.
"Tom ... my ribs...!"
Silently Tom loosened his hold, but by now his cock was rock hard and pressing upward against the inner side of his wife's thigh, aching to be freed of the restraining material of his pajama pants.
"Come on...." he said throatily, pulling her along with him toward the bed. He flicked the light switch in passing that turned off the overhead light, leaving only the soft glow of the night-lamp. Jean followed him, her breath already coming in short jagged rushes as she felt her excitement mounting. They were going to make love ... at last ... she had waited so many nights now ... and now it was happening. Everything inside her was ready, wanting it so badly she felt like crying. She lay back softly on the bed, and watched as her husband removed his nightclothes hurriedly.
"God, he was handsome!" she thought ... Tall and dark ... his body like that of a young twenty-year-old athlete ... although he was almost thirty-six. She gasped and couldn't help blushing ... she always did ... when she saw the enormous rod of his cock thrusting angrily into the air at the angle of a Samurai sword. The curly black of his pubic hair surrounded its thick base and grew higher in a thin line up to his chest where it then spread out profusely. She moaned and stirred a little on the bed, beginning to undo the buttons of her gown where it nestled deep in the cleavage of her breasts. But she hardly had time to finish opening up the front before his full weight fell on her, and she was crushed into the mattress, her chin rising above his shoulder as his head bent to kiss the pointed tips of her breasts. With his mouth and face he parted the pink nylon and breathed in Jean's body fragrance, letting his tongue slip down along the imaginary line between her voluptuous breasts. He massaged the stiff tips with his fingers, making them still more erect from the pressure of his touch. His large hands molded and kneaded the smooth ivory colored flesh rubbing and sliding about until he created a fiery friction that made Jean groan with a combination of pleasure and pain. An irresistible longing was rising inside her ... his hard body against her softness, crushing her, warming her ... and now she could feel the smooth rubbery head of his thick penis pressing against her stomach, starting a tingling sensation that moved sinuously along her spine. Tom's head came up from the spongy depths of her bosom, and their lips met eagerly. Jean's tongue hungrily explored the inside of her husband's mouth, finding his tongue and sucking hard on it as though it was a baby's pacifier. She felt wonderful ... completely female ... her man was making love to her, and this was the one thing she craved more than anything else in the world.
"Oh my darling...." she murmured...."my darling, Tom." She felt limp as a rag doll, completely overcome by desire.
Hazily, she realized that he was taking her gown off, slipping her arms out ... throwing it to the side, and then she was lying naked on the bed, the cool air of the room washing over her, making tiny goose bumps stand out all over her exposed flesh. She trembled slightly beneath her husband's lustful gaze, and looking up at him, saw that he was kneeling at the edge of the bed, staring down at her.
"I'm gonna fuck you good, honey...." he said in a low voice ... and then almost absentmindedly, he added...."I know it's been a while!"
Jean felt a shudder of desire pass through her. The tone of his voice was chilling ... it was almost like being with a stranger! And the way he was looking at her ... as though he'd never seen her body before ... God, if only he would take her fast ... she had to have his hardened cock up inside her soon, or she'd go crazy! She wet her lips with her tongue and parted her legs a little, exposing the triangular patch of soft blondness, and the small cleft of private pink cuntal flesh sunk between the pillows of hair.
Tom looked at her a long while ... taking in the incredible ripeness of her breasts, the indented navel set in a gently rounded belly, the long, perfect legs ... She was a beauty alright ... Tom could feel the blood pounding in his veins as he looked down at his wife ... it was thudding against his temples, and he felt almost a little dizzy as he realized that one day his young daughter Carol ... made for fucking ... one day she would be begging some man to take her, just like Jean was almost begging him now! He looked down at his massive swollen cock, the head smooth and purplish, the shaft, heavy veined and long.
Some day some man's cock would be hard and stiff at the sight of his only daughter ... his little girl!
"Tom...." Jean whispered, her hand moving up to his arm. "Come. Please ... I can't wait any more...." She tugged softly at his arm, and then let her hand drop down between his legs, to graze against the bulge of his cock. Then, making up her mind, her hand closed around its bulk, enclosing the base of the shaft in her palm. Her fingers closed around it, and then played a staccato beat upon it as though it were a flute. She felt it jerk in her hand and increase its girth as she began to play with it, sliding her hand up, taking the thick foreskin along with her to the top of the already moist tip, then pulling back down. Every sinew in her body was tense now as she lifted herself up on one elbow to perform the lewd task. Her face as contorted by lust as she looked imploringly at her husband.
"Come...." she said. "Hurry!"
Tom groaned and put his large hand over hers as it stroked downward. Together their two hands let the huge shaft explode from the covering foreskin to glisten in the night air. Then Tom edged forward, removing his wife's hand as he spread her legs with his knees and kneeled up into the spread Y of her thighs. He bent over her and kissed her deeply, gluing his mouth to hers as he lowered his large body onto hers again, letting the tip of his cock ram up to the entrance of her vagina. He let it stay there without entering her for a moment, content to feel her twitching beneath him, her tongue a wild animal in his mouth, her hands and fingers running nervously along his bare back. Jean squirmed beneath him, struggling to open her legs still further, trying to arch herself up so that his cock would slip into her aching cunt. Instinctively he made an answering motion, thrusting himself down a little and then up, so that his cock hooked up into the moist waiting opening between her legs.
"UNNNNNNNNGH!" Jean grunted, lifting herself up with a surprisingly strong motion, and spreading her legs wider, kicked out and locked them up onto her husband's back. Her heels dug into his kidneys as her cunt flowered open and sucked his swollen cock hungrily inside.
"All!" he cried, flicking his hips forward again. It moved slowly at first into Jean's tight passage, but then as her natural juices prepared the way it sped quickly up to the very end of her pussy. His cock rose up to the hilt expanding within the narrow channel, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. Her cunt muscles were rippling crazily all around his cock and it felt like all hell was breaking loose in there.
"JESUS!" he cried, sweat popping out on his forehead.
"Yeah!" he groaned ... His wife's cunt had never felt better ... nice and tight and wet and warm. His thick cock jerked inside her pussy, impatiently, ... his balls felt full to the bursting point and he longed to shoot his jism into her right away ... but he knew it would get better if he could wait, so he held himself back, trying to let his thoughts wander for a brief moment. But Jean let out a long wail of ecstasy, working her own hips up and down on his cock, her long legs swung around his back, her hot cunt open and wriggling, a seething pit of lust created solely for his cock. He felt her nails scraping along his back, carrying small trails of flesh with them ... but the rising sensations along his burgeoning cock cancelled out the pain and his hands shoved beneath her firm rounded buttocks, lifting them up still higher as he controlled the position of her blond pussy around his thick penis. He pulled his head back so that he could look at her, and saw that her teeth were clenched, eyes tightly closed, her hair wild and flying as she tossed her head from side to side. In her face he saw another face ... Carol's ... it was unbelievable how they looked alike at times ... and now ... right now, with his cock stuffed into her to the very end of her vaginal passage ... Jean was a dead-ringer for her own daughter. Tom tried to blink the vision away as Jean's arms flew around his neck, squeezing him down onto her so that her breasts ground up into his chest, and her belly snuggled tightly against his. But when he looked again, the resemblance was even more striking.
"Aaaah ... aaahh ... aaaah...." she crooned continuously as Tom thrust into her with all his might, withdrawing halfway and then ramming back in. Each time he hit into her, it seemed as though he was creating space where none had existed before.
"Oh God!" he thought, "How can I let anybody fuck her like this ... fuck my baby ... oh shit ... someone's gonna do it to her ... and there's nothing I can ... do about it!"
With a yelping cry he drove forward into the stretching cunt that seemed intent on swallowing his cock whole, he could feel his face growing red as Jean's vaginal juices flowed out from the steaming orifice between her legs and slid down the base of his cock and onto his testicles. Loud wet sluicing noises filled the room as he slammed into her open, upturned pussy. He was groaning now, cursing to himself ... and it was beginning to seem as though he was actually fucking her ... really fucking Carol ... Jean's long legs around him were Carol's ... the tight pussy clamping around his prick was not his wife, but his young daughter's.
"OH, don't stop ... don't stop now!" she was yelling. "I ... I'm almost there ... Oh! harder ... honey ... do it harder!"
It felt so good, he wanted to go on fucking her forever ... and at the same time he wanted to cum ... cum instantly into Carol's pussy ... to fill her little cunt with his cum ... oh God, what a thought! Her face was now twisted into a lascivious expression of lust as Tom endeavored to bring her orgasm to a head, beating unmercifully into her ravaged pussy. He could dimly hear the springs of the bed creaking and the backboard hitting against the wall as every centimeter of his cock dug into the pulsing excitement of her vagina.
"I knew you'd like it ... knew ... it ... sweet bitch!" Tom muttered under his breath, hammering hard now, sliding into her orgasm.
"CAROL!" he thought ... the name in neon-like letters across the screen of his mind.
"AAAaaaaarrrghhhhh!" Jean screamed out, her head falling backwards to the mattress as her hips jiggled obscenely. Her lips were parted as her tongue slid out and a bit of foamy saliva formed on the end. Strange gurgling sounds of contentment emerged from her throat as Tom watched, fascinated ... seeing only the features of his daughter contorted in orgasm ... an orgasm that he himself was causing and not some stranger ... SOME DIRTY ROTTEN BASTARD!
He revelled in her lewd cries, the pressure of her nails digging sharply into his flesh, the tumult of her cunt as it convulsed around his deeply plunging rod. The pressure grew stronger and stronger. She was nothing but a screaming, howling mass of flesh beneath him clawing at the air in a desperate struggle with the life-and-death-giving orgasm that had her in its control.
"OH Carol ... Carol Baby!" Tom choked out, feeling his seed begin its first jerky spouting from his exploding cock...."OOOOHHHH GOD!"
Jean's legs lifted up still higher to receive her husband's white streaming liquid, so carried away by her own blissful climax she had not heard him cry out their daughter's name, and within a short time they both lay contentedly crumpled in each other's arms, in a semi-swoon leading to sleep.
CHAPTER 2
Bob opened up the window of his attic room and reached out into the snow that was built up on the outside ledge. He fumbled about and finally found the little can of ice cubes he had put there. He opened up the bottle of rye that he'd found in the cabinet downstairs and poured himself a drink.
"MMMmmm! Not bad at all," he mused, downing the glass in two noisy gulps ... Better than that cheap wine I've been drinking, that's for sure!"
He had promised himself to lay off the drinking while he was at his sister's house, but as usual it proved to be a promise impossible to keep. He'd been there a week and a half now, and after the first two nights had gone out to get himself a gallon of Thunderbird ... the only thing he could afford at the time. Then he'd discovered that the liquor cabinet contained a wealth of unopened bottles that no one ever seemed to notice.
"What the hell!" he thought, pouring another glass...."A guy's got to have some amusement, for crissakes ... This is the deadest town I've ever been in!" The main bar in town was the one run by his brother-in-law, and he could hardly go hang out there. He didn't feel quite up to looking for a job yet. besides the prospects in winter in the summer resort town of Hargrove seemed unpromising. It was just as well though, because Bob felt in need of a vacation of sorts. Even though it was dull and boring, he was enjoying just lounging around the house most of the day and eating up his sister's good cooking. His brother-in-law slept during the days, so he had pretty much the run of the house, and he always tried to stay out of Tom's way when he was up and about. And as for his niece, Carol, she'd been making his stay both a heaven and hell at once. He loved to look at her, watching her as she begrudgingly went about doing the household tasks her mother had mapped out for her after school. There'd been one whole afternoon when he'd sat in the den watching out the window while she ice skated on a patch of ice that formed in the empty lot next door. She was wearing tights and a short skirt that twirled when she turned, topped off by a thick sweater and a red stocking cap. He'd never forget that afternoon ... Carol had twirled gracefully about for almost an hour, and the one time that she'd fallen, he'd glimpsed the full expanse up between her legs, covered, granted, by the matching red material of her outfit, but still the area held a mystery of its own. She was so young, so fresh, he'd never seen a more exciting child. Child ... he had to keep reminding himself that that was exactly what she was ... although she often acted like a woman, and sometimes looked like one, she was still only a little girl!
Bob sat nursing his third drink ... the few ice-cubes he'd smuggled up to his room had long since melted, but it no longer mattered ... the liquor was tasting better every time he finished a glass. He was remembering the afternoon he'd watched Carol skating ... and how he'd been glad that he was in the den alone, so no one could see how he frequently rubbed the crotch of his pants, teasing his erection while he watched. Carol's long legs ... a little thin, not quite filled out yet, but that only added to her charm. Everything about her was perfect, Bob thought. True, she was a little difficult to communicate with, and each time he tried to talk to her, he came away with a feeling of utter frustration. Somehow they always seemed to just miss comprehending each other.
Bob reached over and turned on the small radio his sister had provided him with. It was about 11:00 P.M. and there was a late night music station that he usually enjoyed. A lively tune spilled forth from the small speaker, and Bob began to feel good. The booze was really waking him up ... the idea struck him once more that he was only really himself when he was drinking ... why he could do anything when he was drinking! Just about anything at all! His most brilliant ideas came then, and he was a fantastic conversationalist ... Too bad there's no one to talk to, he thought.
He began to hum along with the radio, and after a while, even got up to do a dance around the room, his shirt tails flying as he spun crazily around the room. No doubt about it, he was in top form!
* * *
Fuming, Carol turned on her portable T.V. It was Friday night, and she should have been out at that very moment, at the party with the rest of the kids ... She'd almost promised Bud earlier in the week that she'd be able to go, and tonight, her father had forbidden it! "God!" she screamed, throwing herself on her bed, "It's just like being in a convent, for heaven's sakes! Daddy will never let me do anything!"
Carol jumped up again and went to her closet. In it was the outfit she had planned to wear to the party ... a short purple dress that she knew made her figure look wonderful ... her hips which were not quite full enough for her taste, looked larger and more womanly in it, and her breasts, well, something about the way the top of the jersey dress was cut made her breasts look much bigger. She'd caught Bud looking at her breasts already, and one day in the school cafeteria when they'd been on line, Bud had pressed up against her, and unmistakably, she felt his hand squeeze her right breast. She'd squealed and looked at him, but he'd pretended nothing had happened, and she decided to let it go. But she'd been flushed and excited when they both sat down to eat their lunch. No one had ever touched her breasts before, although she often thought about it ... especially in the mornings in bed. An odd longing would come over her, and she'd feel soft and cuddly, wishing that someone ... recently it was Bud, were there with her in bed. Her thoughts never went too much further, although she knew that she would want Bud to touch her all over, especially to tweak the taut young nipples the way she did herself, making them feel all tingly and hard ... and of course, she would want his hands to roam down over her stomach to the soft blond triangle of sex nestled between her firm thighs ... he would play with her there the way she played with herself, creating the delicious new sensations, the overwhelmingly delightful sparkling excitement.
Carol tried on the purple dress one more time, looking at herself in the mirror. She turned around, examining every portion of herself in the dress. "Old daddy probably wouldn't have let me wear it anyway!" she exclaimed. He was always telling her something was too short, or too tight, or too this, or that ... What a drag!
Ignoring the blasting television, she went over to her dresser and sat down. She decided she'd get all done up, just as if she were going to the party ... it would be something to do anyway! She began to get out her electric curlers ... first of all she'd set her hair and then she'd make up, with the new glistening lipstick she'd bought ... planning to put it on after she left the house for the party. Well, now, no one would see her anyway, so she could put on as much makeup as she liked!
In half an hour Carol was dolled up to her satisfaction. Her light blond hair was set in tight baby-doll curls and her lips shone with a silvery tint. Her eyes were heavily made up with a blue gray tint and long false eyelashes. She'd even put on stockings and the small heeled pumps her mother had allowed her to buy at the shoe store a few weeks ago.
"Oh, it's wonderful!" she thought, "I look at least eighteen!"
Flicking off the T.V., Carol turned on a music station on the radio. In her fantasy, she began to imagine herself at the party. She and Bud would dance close! Bud would hold her tight, very tight, and he'd kiss her! ... It would be a long, wonderful kiss, and his hands would sneak up along her midriff to her breasts. Carol hugged herself as she waltzed about the room in time to the music, and her own hands climbed up to reach the tender nipples of her breasts beneath the clinging dress.
Just then there was a knock on the door and she froze in position in the middle of the room. The knock was very light, but it was unmistakably a knock. She knew that it wasn't her father, he had long since gone off to the restaurant, and her mother was usually sleeping by now ... or at least in her room reading. Carol's room was set quite apart from her parents so she knew that the music wouldn't have bothered her mother. When she opened the door and discovered her Uncle Bob, she was not too surprised, although she did think he looked a little strange.
"Hi Uncle Bob! What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Uh!" Bob gulped, taking in the glorious sight of his niece all decked out in her party clothes. "I just went down to get some milk ... and I heard your music...."
"Oh, does it bother you ... I'll turn it down ... sorry!" Carol turned to go to the radio, feeling the conversation was at an end.
"Oh, no...." Bob spoke up quickly. "No, not at all ... in fact I have the same station turned on in my room ... upstairs!" he pointed upward with his index finger.
Carol turned. "Oh yeah?" she asked. What did he want then, she wondered. She looked at him carefully. Uncle Bob certainly was strange sometimes. It was hard to believe he was really her mother's brother. And he was certainly nothing at all like her father. His sandy hair looked all disheveled and she could smell the whiskey on his breath from where she stood.
"How's about a game of checkers?" Bob blurted out. "I saw a set around here somewhere!"
Carol looked at Bob suspiciously, "Have you been drinking, Uncle Bob? Checkers?"
"Sure ... checkers ... good for the brain ... besides being an amusing game." He was growing bolder now that he had thought of an excuse for being there.
Carol thought a moment and then said, "All right ... Why not? Better than moping around here alone ... Daddy wouldn't let me go to the party you know!"
"No ... I didn't know...." Bob answered carefully, not believing his good luck. She was actually going to come with him!
"Shall we play downstairs?" she asked, becoming used to the whole idea.
"Well ... why not upstairs in my room ... that way we won't disturb anyone ... and we can have the radio as loud as we want."
Carol looked at him a short second. "O.K." she said casting one last glance at herself in the mirror. "Sure!"
After turning her radio off and closing her door behind her, Carol followed Bob down the hall and up the stairs. She was beginning to feel excited about the whole thing. At least he was treating her like an adult instead of a child, for heaven's sake! She felt very old and sophisticated walking along behind him in her new dress and pumps. And it was fun to be doing something no one knew about but the two of them. Besides no one could really object anyway ... Uncle Bob was her uncle after all!
She was surprised at the mess the attic room was in ... papers and clothes were strewn all about, and the radio was blasting ... and it was the same station. She stood looking around her in wonderment at the formerly neat store room.
"S-sorry its such a wreck, honey ... but just push something aside and have a seat ... there's an old card table in the closet ... and the checkers are over there in the book cupboard."
"O.K.!" Carol smiled to herself, wondering if her mother who was always such a stickler for neatness had seen Uncle Bob's room recently.
She managed to extract the checker set from behind a pair of dirty socks, and after Bob had set the table up, she started putting the pieces on the board, humming along with the radio as she set the black pieces on his side, the red on hers.
Bob fiddled around the room nervously ... What would he do if Jean came up ... Hell, he thought, she never comes up ... and if she does ... well, there's no harm in a little checker game! He got the bottle of rye out from behind the curtain and poured himself a slug ... then realizing that Carol was watching him curiously, he laughed nervously, and held up the bottle.
"Good for what ails you ... specially on these cold nights ... usually make myself a little hot toddy ... but it's too much trouble to go all the way downstairs...."
"Didn't you just say you were downstairs?" Carol asked.
"Yeah you're right ... I guess I was...." Bob's voice trailed off as he realized it was better not to pursue the issue. Besides, he didn't have to apologize to anyone for having a few drinks!
His bleary eyes took in Carol's small form, as she sat primly in a straight backed chair at the card table, peering intently at the checker board. She sure did look like an angel ... and that dress seemed to make her look a lot older than she really was. He could see the top of her pert little tits sticking up over the rounded neckline, and by just leaning forward a little he knew that he might be able to see her nipples.
"You're looking pretty tonight!" he said, sitting down across from her. He set his glass of rye down on the table beside him, and seeing Carol's small hand resting on the table, the perfectly formed nails pointed with a shimmering polish, he boldly took hold of it.
"Nice hands too ... pretty nails! " He held her hand in his two hands, just hard enough so that she couldn't easily slip her hand out.
Carol's blue eyes opened wide as she looked at her uncle. After initially trying to withdraw her hand, she decided not to make an issue of it.
"Thanks!" she said. "This is what I was going to wear to the party ... You know ... the party I didn't go to!"
"Yeah...." Bob replied, still holding her hand in his ... it felt so delicate and fragile, like a small bird, and it gave him the shivers to feel her soft skin against his. "I'll have to speak to Tom," he said, " ... not allowing you to go to a party!"
"Oh would you??" Carol suddenly perked up. She needed as many people on her side as possible. Otherwise, she just might die an old maid ... never having gone to a party or on a date ... she might as well become a nun! "Would you Uncle Bob?" she added, squeezing his hand.
"Sure I would ... I bet all the boys are really after you, huh?" He wondered just how much experience she had at thirteen. The way she looked, anyone would think she was fucking age.
Carol blushed. "Not really," she giggled.
"But you do have a favorite, don't you?" Bob persisted.
"Yeah...." Carol admitted. "But Daddy hates him!"
Bob stretched his legs out under the table, and realized that he could touch Carol's legs with his. Nonchalantly leaving them there, he gave Carol's hand a squeeze, tickling her palm a little before releasing it, and then took a swig from his glass.
"Ahhhh! That tastes good!" he breathed heavily.
"Your move first, Uncle Bob," Carol said, beginning to feel very good about the whole evening ... not only was she having fun, but Uncle Bob was going to try to make things better for her with her father. She felt the warmth of Bob's legs against hers and tried to move her legs away ... but there really wasn't enough room under the table for her to evade his touch. Not wanting to ask him to move backwards a little, she just let them stay. They really didn't bother her after she got used to the idea. She supposed he was just making himself comfortable.
Bob began to sweat again as the game continued. He had started jiggling his leg a little to the side, forcing Carol to move one of her legs sideways, thus parting her legs slightly ... Every time he had the opportunity, Bob coughed and wriggled in his chair, always sliding his legs against his young niece's. The whole thing was nerve-racking, but he really couldn't resist. Hell, he thought ... I wouldn't hurt her ... wouldn't do anything to her ... But each time he felt Carol's slender calf give against his leg, he imagined the little split of her pussy, opening moistly ... and it was right there between her legs ... right there across from him! Shit! He bet that boyfriend of hers was finger-fucking her whenever he got the chance!
Finally he couldn't stand it any more. Carol had asked him if he would prefer to play on the floor ... since he didn't seem to be very comfortable in his chair.
"Well ... it might be better if I sat around to the side ... that way my legs could stick out straight and I wouldn't bother you so much!" He got up and moved his chair so that he was sitting at right angles to her ... much closer than he'd been across from her.
"But how can you play like that?" Carol asked, perplexed by her uncle's strange behavior.
"It's easy ... Go on ... make your move...."
Carol moved her king five jumps over Bob's players and confiscated the black chips. She was going to win again, she could see that. Uncle Bob wasn't much of a checker player ... but she enjoyed winning ... her father never let her win. She was beginning to feel a little funny, what with Uncle Bob rubbing his legs against hers like that. It seemed very odd ... and his pants legs made her thinly stockinged calves feel tingly and itchy. It reminded her a little bit of the time she'd sneaked off to the movies with Bud, telling her mother she was going with two girl friends, and Bud's leg had brushed against hers in almost the same way. Only then, wonderful tingles had gone up and down her spine ... but when she thought about it, the feeling that her uncle's leg was giving her wasn't terribly different from the way she'd felt in the movies. If only it was Bud! she thought ... and a thrill coursed through her. Then the next time Bob's leg pushed against hers it felt even better. She felt a little fluttery in the belly, and there was a funny little moistness building down between her legs. She looked at her uncle. Now he was sitting directly beside her, and she could smell his whiskey breath. She examined his features ... he wasn't bad looking at all for such an old man, she thought ... but hardly as good looking as her Dad ... or as Bud for that matter, who was positively dreamy!
Bob got up to get another drink at the end of the game, and telling Carol to set the board up for another, sat back down. He adjusted his cock slightly, trying to get it to lie down a little. Then he put his hand directly on Carol's thigh. Carol jumped a little.
"You startled me, Uncle Bob!"
"Oh...." Bob replied nervously. "You don't mind if I rest my hand there do you?"
Carol remained silent, thinking very fast. Her uncle's hand felt warm on her leg, even through the material of her stockings ... it felt too warm, really ... and she knew instinctively that he shouldn't be doing that ... he shouldn't be touching her there like that ... and she also knew that he was perfectly aware of that fact. Yet something about the way his hand felt made her feel good ... she was feeling all soft and mushy inside, and a little trembly. Possibly because it was wrong, and because she was curious to see just what her uncle would actually do ... Carol replied hesitantly...."No, I don't mind. It's okay with me."
Bob, now in a state of erotic desire, decided to let his hand remain still for a while ... and the new game continued without incident.
Carol breathed heavily, wondering what would happen next. She tried to tell herself she wasn't disappointed when Bob's hand just stayed there like a dead fish on her leg. And then just when she'd almost forgotten about the latent possibilities, it began to creep up her thigh. Carol froze in her seat, not daring to move. Both of their eyes were glued to the checker set as the disjointed game continued, while beneath the table, Bob's hand continued its obscene journey. Carol could feel all the zig-zagging electrical sensations she had known before with Bud in the movies, and more. This was much more exciting. She was immobile for what seemed like an eternity, knowing full well the absolutely forbidden nature of what was happening ... and yet ... she wanted it to happen ... whatever it was ... she really wanted it to happen! Her entire body was crying out for something to happen to it ... and this evening was the first real occasion it had had.
Suddenly, Bob's hand reached the spot where Carol's stockings abruptly ended, and his fingers met the warm, smooth velvety flesh of her soft inner thigh.
Carol jumped a little at the personal touch, not completely understanding the trance that had taken hold of her. Why didn't she move, make some effort to stop him? It would be simple to jump up and walk or run out the door ... Yet she couldn't bring herself to budge. It was weird, Uncle Bob's hand moving under her short skirt, the fingers sliding ever upward across the expanse of her upper thigh. She felt humid and upset, and her heart was pounding wildly. As she moved her checkers on the board it seemed that the earth had stood still leaving only one thing of importance on its entire surface ... Uncle Bob's hand tickling her down between her legs! She had imagined this moment sometimes when she was alone, but always it was Bud, or some other boy, but it had never occurred to her that her first real sexual experience would be upstairs in the attic room of her own house, with Uncle Bob!
Bob no longer tried to conceal his panting grunt-like breathing. It was going to happen ... it was going to happen right now ... he thought. He was going to touch that sweet little pussy of hers ... and she was just waiting for him to do it! Oh God, would his fingers ever get there!
Carol squirmed down into the seat, the hard bottom of the chair was warm against the exposed flesh of her buttocks, where Carol's skimpy panties left large areas of room on either side of the soft crevice. With a tiny muffled squeal, she realized that he had reached the elastic of her panties, and she squirmed down into the chair again, but her uncle held fast inserting one finger quickly under the tight leg band. "Uncle Bob!" she gasped as the thick digit invaded the wetness of her vaginal area. Bob looked directly at her now, his finger beginning to worm around in the tight confines of her cuntal area, restricted by the cloth of his niece's panties. But he could feel the tiny throbs of her sensitive pink slit pulsing against his fingers as the wetness seeped around them. The downy soft growth of young pussy hair tickled his hand as Bob thrust upward between the soft hair-lips, searching for the velvety folds that encased Carol's tiny clitoris.
"Oooooohh!" Carol cried out, jerking backwards. But his hand had reached the most sensitive area and although she squeezed her thighs tightly together, it only served to increase the pressure of Uncle Bob's hand in the forbidden, secret crevice of her virgin cunt.
Carol had a sinking feeling as wild new sensations of mounting desire coursed through her, and she remained squirming on her uncle's hand, staring him directly in the eye, in a silent plea for him to stop.
"Uncle Bob ... stop it ... stop it!" she cried out, but her tone lacked conviction, and she knew it. Gulping nervously she tried to resist the heat that enveloped her silken pussy as Bob's big fingers rubbed at the tip of her clitoris, creating a swelling sensation as the friction grew more and more intense.
Bob moistened his lips and spoke. "You're beautiful!" he said ... "Like velvet down there! So smooth ... so ... wonderful ... You like it don't you?" His finger probed along the sensitive pussy flesh, beginning an incessant flicking between Carol's legs.
Carol shuddered, chilled from the untoward sexual stimulation she was getting. Against her will and yet within her full consent, she was experiencing an unprecedented excitement. She was frightened, and yet her legs parted ever so slightly to allow her uncle's fingers more room beneath the nylon crotch band of her panties. Little shivers of revulsion ran through her, but each ended in pleasure as the torment in her besieged pussy grew stronger. Soft mewls of involuntary delight escaped her lips, and the forbidden nature of what was happening served to make it more pleasurable somehow. The checkers on the table went sprawling as Bob moved in closer, leaning sideways toward Carol.
"Oh, honey!" he crooned, "Oh honey...!" His fingers were moving back and forth rapidly now ... in a slithering motion, exploring every soft fleshy secret of his niece's well lubricated cunt, moving urgently, frantically, with an erratic rhythm that tried to fathom her most sensitive places. One finger slipped down toward the tiny flower of her vagina, and he began to try to enter it. Working now like a savage beast he thrust upwards into the small opening, and felt his finger slip in a little way.
"Ooooh!" Carol mewled softly, throwing her head back. She raised her hands in a moment of indecision, and then let them fall back to the table. Her chair was pushed back now, and Bob scrambled out of his breaking contact for a moment only to resume it from a closer vantage point. On his knees beside her, his hand now returned to the rising heat between Carol's limply open thighs, and he sighed as he heard her groan and give herself up to his sinister manipulations. His other hand reached up and clawed at her breasts, then dove into the circular neckline to touch the bare nipples, the small rounded globes of flesh.
"Does your boyfriend do this to you?!" he grunted lewdly, his one finger rising higher inside her miniscule vagina while his thumb flicked unceasingly at her clitoris.
Carol groaned and slipped down a little in the chair. She had never in her life felt anything like this ... never known that such feelings were to be had. This ecstasy was unbelievable ... it was sheer heaven. It felt undeniably wicked, but so what? she thought ... it felt too good. True, her mother had warned her about letting boys 'do things' to her, and she had warned her about strange men ... but she had never warned her about Uncle Bob.
Wild incoherent thoughts went flashing through her brain as the fantastic pleasure increased moment by moment, and soon, Carol felt herself sprawled loosely in the chair, working her hips up in an effort to aid her uncle's stroking finger in its attempt to invade her vagina. It felt so tight down there, but his finger felt good stretching it, and the higher it got the better it seemed to feel! The tip of his finger was burrowed tightly up into the fleshy pink fluted opening, while Carol bucked spasmodically above it.
His hands on her breasts made her feel like she was on fire ... the mild tingling she felt when she herself manipulated them was nothing compared to the incredible sensation of her small mounds being rubbed and handled by a man's hard touch. She began to labor for breath, gasping as the complete attack on her body continued. She felt paralyzed by lust, and all thought of leaving had long since left her confused mind.
"AAAaaaaaah! ahhhhhhhh!" she sighed...."Aaaaaaah ... UNCLE Booooob!" Out of control, and half hanging off the edge of the chair, she began to sob, not knowing where this mounting emotion could possibly lead. And then, something started to happen deep inside her cunt, something irresistible and new. Tears streaming down her face, Carol twisted her besieged pussy about obscenely, and threw her arms about Bob's neck and shoulders to keep from falling. The loud wet noise that emanated from between her legs, where her uncle's fingers plunged deeply into her small blond cunt seemed to be triggering a bubbling sensation in her belly, that mushroomed with alarming intensity. The ravishment of her golden pussy sent trickles of sweat to run down from her forehead and all over her body. She bit down hard on her lower lip as she felt the throbbing of her tight young cunt expand and ripen. Her breasts were swollen and as Bob massaged her tiny nipples to full erection his hands slipped over the perspiration that seeped from her pores. With a shattering suddenness, Carol's muscles tensed and she drew a deep breath. Bob's fingers continued lewdly digging in her unused flesh.
"Aaaaaahh!! ... Nnnnnnoo!! Ooooh ... It's ... it's ... I can't ... bear it ... it's tooo ... WONDERFUL! OH GOD! Oh God ... oh do it ... do it like that ... yes ... YYYYYEEEEEEEEES!"
Her face crimson, electric tingles ricocheting from the depths of her pussy to the pointed tightness of her breasts, Carol moaned out lewd encouragement to her uncle as completely deranged by lust, she turned to a helpless quivering mass of thirteen-year-old flesh. No longer quite the inexperienced little girl she'd been, she jerked and howled a grown woman's orgasm ... and as its full strength took hold of her, she felt outrageously elated ... So this is what it was all about ... this . ... Oh God, life seemed to make a great deal more sense now that she knew there was this to look forward to!
"Cum for Uncle Bob, honey ... yeah ... cum for me, baby ... sweet baby ... yeah ... that's the way you like it isn't it honey ... YYYYyyyyeah!"
Bob's hand jerked and clung to the delicate flanges of Carol's vulva during her climax, and he moaned and called her name, staring avidly at her passion constricting face. Then as she slumped forward over his hand, he felt his hard swollen cock twitch and give way, spurting the pent-up sperm out into the fabric of his trousers.
"Oh Carol, sweetie...!" he coughed out, with a groan of relief. He moved his hand a little more between her open thighs and felt her over-sensitive flesh tremble against him. His hand was dripping wet. He moved his finger up a little more. Already she was opening up and he knew he'd have to get his cock in that little hole no matter what the consequences. The lewd thought sent a thrill surging through his flaccid cock, and he felt it start to swell again.
CHAPTER 3
Carol lay on top of her bed fingering the moist cleft of her pussy for a few moments, and then jumped up and began to get dressed. She didn't want to be late for her first official date, after all! Especially now with her new outlook on life, she was looking forward to being alone with Bud.
Carol smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror. She seemed to be getting prettier every day! It was very gratifying because she had gone through a period not so long ago when she seemed to be getting worse looking every day! She looked at the way the purple dress fit her little body and with a secret smile recalled how she had worn it the first night she'd gone up to Uncle Bob's room.
She went almost every night now ... In fact, she realized tonight would be the first night in two weeks that she hadn't sneaked up there after her mother was asleep and her father had gone out to the restaurant. She felt the old familiar glowing sensation between her legs when she thought of it. Uncle Bob certainly did make her feel good down there. And he wasn't so bad either, especially when he wasn't drinking. Each time he'd done the same thing to her, finger fucking her, sometimes making her sit on the sofa, sometimes she'd lie down on the floor and he'd do it to her. It was wonderful, and every time it got better.
She remembered how he'd said that pretty soon now she'd be ready for something else ... something better ... and she wondered just how soon it would be. She had an idea of what he was talking about. She knew it had to do with his penis, because she'd observed the way he rubbed himself, and how a big hard lump was always formed beneath his pants when she was with him. The idea excited her and frightened her at the same time. She wanted to know everything though ... everything there was to know ... and she'd be very patient about it until Uncle Bob taught her.
Meanwhile, what fun it was to go to school every day and to know that she knew more than any of her friends ... that she was feeling things none of them had probably ever felt. Why, she was even more experienced than Bud, she bet.
She was especially happy her father had finally consented to let her go out with Bud. They were going to see a movie in town.
Carol whirled around as she heard a knock on her door. She returned to her room from her bathroom and found that her father had already entered. A small frown of annoyance wrinkled her forehead. He was always doing things like that, knocking and then coming in before she even said it was all right.
Tom stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. He silently inspected Carol's brief costume, and then decided not to say anything about it. Maybe Jean was right ... he was probably being much too hard on the child.
"Getting ready to go?" he asked, trying to use his pleasantest voice.
"Yes, daddy," Carol answered.
"Well ... have a good time. I'm just getting ready to leave for work now. Now you be sure to get in early ... right after the movie!"
"Oh, Daddy, can't we even have a soda after?"
Tom's stern features eased, as his daughter's plea made him feel guilty of excessive strictness. After all, the boy was hardly older than Carol ... fourteen or so ... what could happen?
"O.K. honey," he capitulated. "You can have a soda after ... but hurry right home then...."
Carol jumped up and down with glee ... Uncle Bob certainly must have been putting in a good word for her, she thought, unaware that it was her mother's championing that had caused Tom to finally give in.
She kissed her father on the cheek, and he exited, late already for work, blushing and confused about his conflicting thoughts.
* * *
Bud hummed to himself as he turned up the walk to Carol's house. He was looking forward to going to the movie with her, recalling the time they had secretly met and the way her leg had responded to his while they sat clothed in darkness ostensibly watching a Western.
He was a little nervous about going to her house, but Carol had assured him that her father would more than likely not be at home. Praying that that was the case, Bud pressed the doorbell and stood stamping snow from his feet, his breath streaming out in frosty clouds into the cold air.
Jean opened the door and let him in. Bud was surprised at how young Carol's mother looked ... Why his mother was an old lady in comparison. And when Mrs. Mathews smiled, his heart jumped at the resemblance to her daughter. Bud started to remove his coat and muffler at Jean Mathews bidding, but Carol came running down the stairs, her blond curls bouncing wildly all over her head.
"Oh, Bud ... you're here! Don't take off your coat, I'm all ready ... we'll leave right away!"
Bud gulped and ran his fingers through his black curly hair. He'd never seen Carol wearing anything like the outfit she had on. The skirt was so short that he could see the very tops of her thighs. He noticed that she seemed to be wearing some sort of tights ... for warmth he supposed, and that the top of the dress was cut daringly low. He felt a stirring deep in his belly as he thought of the day in the cafeteria when he'd felt them ... Visions of the dark movie that awaited them, and the endless opportunities to touch her filled his head as Jean helped her daughter bundle into a fuzzy warm coat and hat, and boot-clad and gloved, Carol stepped out onto the front porch, pulling him outside by the hand.
He watched as Carol sucked in a deep lungful of the sharp air, and breathed out hard.
"Free!" she said aloud, laughing, as soon as her mother had bid them good-bye and closed the door behind them.
"Let's go, Bud!" Playfully they descended the steps two at a time, and ran a short way up the block.
After a short bus ride they reached the main street of the small town, and they approached the movie theatre with a sense of adventure. Carol seemed to feel that everyone at the movie knew that it was her first adult type date ... and she knew that she and Bud made a handsome young couple.
Bud bought popcorn and they entered the theatre just in time for the main feature, which was a Walt Disney film ... the only one her father would consent to let them go to.
Carol snuggled down in her seat, thrilled and flushed with excitement, and Bud slipped down so that his head was on the back of his seat ... and then he reached for her hand.
"Gee, you look pretty tonight, Carol," he whispered to her.
Bud's breath in her ear gave Carol a little thrill and she squeezed Bud's hand.
"Thank you, Bud," she answered, "I'm glad you think so!"
They sat watching the film with feigned interest, neither one caring much about what was going on the screen. Bud was mostly interested in the fact that his hand was molded to Carol's in a heated moisture as his fingers played with each of hers ... He was surprised to feel her index finger trace along his palm, and sweat stood out on his forehead, his boyish cock leaping to attention as he wondered if she knew what that meant. He only knew because all the boys at school talked about the fast girls who'd do that to you back if you did it to them, and it meant ... that they'd do it with you.
He sneaked a sideways glance at Carol, but her face betrayed no such acceptance. Yet, he could feel her hand moving his over closer to her, until finally it rested on her thigh. After a few more moments of indecision, while the heat of Carol's leg seemed to inundate his hand with burning flames, Bud began to rub along the fabric of her tights, each motion rising a little higher. He was panting hard, but trying to control it, even going so far as to take a mouthful of popcorn with his free hand and munch it with pseudo nonchalance.
Carol knew that Bud would never do anything more than rub along her thigh unless she did something. She was already getting very impatient, the touch of his hand having set the powerful forces of her newly awakened desires in action. The little pussy between her young thighs was aching to be touched and caressed, and it was Bud's hand she wanted there now ... not Uncle Bob's.
She leaned over and whispered into Bud's ear. "Darling...." she breathed, feeling especially daring for calling him by the endearing term. "Move your hand up under my skirt ... I want you to!"
Bud nearly jumped up from his seat, but he managed to calm himself, and struggling not to appear too inexperienced in front of Carol, he replied, "All right!" His mind was reeling. She wanted him to! This was the girl he dreamed about every night, and had been pursuing for almost a month now at school, and she wanted him to! The idea that he could touch her ... that he in fact was going to touch her ... at that secret spot between her legs, nearly made him cum. His cock was hard and swollen and pushing against his pants, and he recalled holding it and thinking of Carol only the night before. But this time he was with her, and his hand, helped along by hers, was already moving swiftly up into the far regions of her short skirt, along the smooth flatness of her belly, now over the thick band of elastic. HE WAS TOUCHING THE SILK OF HER BELLY ... THE TINY PIT OF HER NAVEL MET HIS TENTATIVE GROPE ... and now Carol pushed his hand down further between her slightly open thighs until he met a light sprinkling of sparse young pubic hair.
"Does it feel nice between my legs?" she whispered, once more removing her eyes from the calm story taking place on the screen.
"OH YEA!" Bud murmured "YEA!"
Carol's hand guided his into the separating pillows of flesh and down to the tender slit of her cunt, where she held his middle and index fingers pressed against the moist palpitation of her clitoris. With a soft sigh, she slid down further in her seat and threw her head back on the plush of the theatre chair. They were sitting in an isolated section, and so had no worry that anyone would suspect what they were doing. The noise of the cinema droned on around them, but it was only a faint buzzing in their ears, as Carol helped the young boyish hand explore the wet, gently pulsating lips of her young cunt.
"Oh, Carol," Bud gasped haltingly, "you feel so ... wet ... so wonderful!"
"Mmmmmmm!" Carol moaned, in an ecstatic trance, the moving bulge of fabric ballooned out by two steadily rubbing hands.
"It feels best there!" she whispered, making a smooth circle in the seeping cleft around her now excitedly swelling clitoris.
"Oh ... oh ... oh...!" she cooed. She had waited for this moment for so long, and it was everything she had hoped it would be ... somehow so much better than Uncle Bob even. Her lithe young legs began to spread out and pull back obscenely, as she gave herself up to the wild arousal of her still virgin loins.
Bud moved his hand obediently, entranced by the loveliness of the face beside him as his increasingly expert manipulations caused flickers of mounting lust to race across the thirteen-year-old's exquisite features. He fell silent, completely taken aback by the extent of what was transpiring between them. "So that's what it feels like!" he thought. He didn't quite know what he had expected, but it was nothing like this that was for sure! The mystery of the great difference between girls and boys almost shocked him now as his fingering of the delicate female pussy continued. His own organs, his cock and balls, felt as though they were about to explode any minute, and he didn't know for sure what he should do about it. Finally, he quietly pulled the zipper down on his pants with his free hand, and reaching inside, pulled out the thick young rod of his penis. A giant thought flickered across his brain ... that he would be able to touch her ... down there with it ... but then he knew that was impossible. Yet something had to happen and soon! There was a soft moist lapping sound as his hand slipped wetly around the small sex arena of Carol's pussy. He could hear her moaning softly beside him, and when he looked at her face her eye's were closed. Her hand moved his down the furthest it would go, and he found it wedged between her thighs, and then one finger sunk wetly in as though she were actually trying to suck it inside.
"JESUS!" he cried aloud, unmindful of anyone hearing. His cock jerked wildly in his hands and suddenly he leaned toward Carol's ear.
"Put your hand on me too!" he said crisply.
Carol's eyes opened briefly, and then a thrill of new heights ran through her. This was more like it, she thought. Removing her hand from inside her own panties, and leaving Bud on his own between her open legs, Carol reached over toward Bud, her hand groping for his virile young penis.
When she touched his rampant member, she squealed a little. It was so Big ... she hadn't expected that! And it was warm and so hard! Her fingers closed tentatively around it, and she held it a second as though assessing the measure of its circumference. Then as Bud groaned his whole body quivering and she felt the palm of his hand flattened against her cunt, his thumb resting upward on her trembling labia, his fingers probing into her vagina, she gave a soul searing moan and whimpering a little, began to pump up and down. Automatically and instinctively she drew the foreskin up around Bud's cock, and pushed it down hard.
His hand executed a maddening assault on her genitals, fingers plugging in and out quickly as he felt his own turmoil increase. Her hand pumped unknowledgeably but surely, and he stared down in the darkness in disbelief as her small fingers manipulated his throbbing penis.
"OH ... ooohh ... I don't believe it!...." he sighed "It's too goooood!"
Carol began to flick her hips upward wriggling a little in her seat, letting the widespread tightness of her cunt flower open as far as possible, "Oh Bud ... Bud...." she had never felt so wonderful in her entire life. "Bud ... I'm cumming, too ... Let's cum together ... right ... right...." There was a sharp intake of breath and the soft thudding of her palm against Bud's rigid thighs as his cock slipped lewdly in her hand and then Carol expelled her breath heavily and drew it in again. "NOW!" she groaned in a hoarse whisper ... her entire body arching up, her thighs clamping down on Bud's hand, forcing his finger higher in her streaming young pussy. Tiny goose bumps rippled across her body as her orgasm took wings and fluttered deep in her heaving belly. The tortured thrusts of his hand made helpless tears brim from her eyes as the strength of her climax grew with each second. And in her hand she could feel Bud's thick cock exploding. Warm sticky liquid spilled over onto her hand, as Bud's prick jerked and with a grunt Bud slipped down further, his thighs wide-spread, a grin of indescribable joy creasing his mumbling lips.
The acrid bittersweet odor of their sexual excitement rose to their nostrils as panting, the two young people enjoyed the trailing off pinpoints of orgasm that left their bones feeling soft and flexible, their minds empty and dazed.
* * *
The lobby of the theatre was so bright that both Carol and Bud blinked their eyes as they left the dark womb-like atmosphere of the movie. They smiled shyly at each other, and Bud, his hand in his pocket, could feel the dried cum still clinging to his fingers. Silently he cherished his hand and the way it felt after having been so intimately involved with Carol. The guilt feelings he had were offset by a new feeling of manliness, and he squared his shoulders a little, steering Carol by the elbow out of the movie theater.
Carol shivered in the cold air, but between her legs a pleasant afterglow still dwelt, causing her to squeeze her thighs gently together with each step she took along the snow cleared walk.
She clung to Bud's arm as they walked slowly along the street, oblivious to passersby, locked in their own dream world. Each step she took was like walking on air. She had actually held Bud's penis in her hand ... and she felt his semen squirt out on her fingers. It gave her a feeling of power she had never known before. That she could cause him to respond like that, just by touching him, she'd never dreamed ... Her head spun with the possibilities before her ... possibilities that even under Uncle Bob's tutelage, had not occurred to her before.
"Soda?" she smiled up at Bud.
"Sure, Carol ... anything you want!" Bud replied. Where, he wondered, had she learned to do those things? He knew she wasn't allowed out with boys, and that she couldn't possibly have had any experience before that evening ... and yet, she'd seemed so willing ... so sure of herself.
They turned the corner and saw the neon sign of Snookie's Soda fountain, and as Bud felt Carol snuggling closer toward him, he decided to forego his curiosity and accept his astounding good fortune.
"Car ... Carol," he stammered, just before he opened the frosty glass door to the soda shop, "Would you like to go steady?"
Carol smiled and nodded sweetly in assent.
CHAPTER 4
Jean cold-creamed her face just before going to bed. It didn't matter. No one was going to see her. Tom was off at work, and when he got home, he wasn't going to awaken her and insist they make love. It had been years since he'd done that. Now the most she could expect was a peck on the cheek, and recently he'd seemed so nervous and worried that he practically neglected her completely. And the few times they did make love, her husband had become so strange and withdrawn that she found it hard to respond to him. The last three times, in fact, she hadn't been able to relax enough to have an orgasm, and had gone to sleep uneasy and frustrated afterward. As for Tom, he seemed to be deriving an even greater pleasure from making love to her, but from the odd expression on his face and the dull lustful cast of his eyes, Jean had the unsettling feeling that it all had nothing to do with her. It was as though he had something else on his mind the whole time.
There was also the other matter, Jean recalled ... making a mental list of her problems. The matter of Carol. Tom still got all upset every time Carol went out on a date with Bud ... and he would scarcely speak to anyone for a day or so after. It had been three weeks since Carol's first date, and Jean saw no reason to regret her decision that her daughter should be allowed this innocent pleasure. Bud seemed like a nice enough boy ... very polite and pleasant ... and Carol seemed much easier to get along with since she'd been seeing him. She welcomed that ... her teen-aged daughter had been on the verge of becoming quite a handful up until a few weeks ago. Now, she didn't even sass back when Jean asked her to do the dishes after dinner. Maybe it had something to do with Bob being there too, Jean thought, slipping under the covers of her bed. Carol might be using better manners because of the addition of her uncle to the family. She hoped that that was the case, because to hear Tom talk no good could come out of having her brother Bob staying with them. As far as she could see, Bob's staying with them hadn't caused any real problems. He did seem to consume a lot of food and beer and their grocery bills had gone up slightly, but he was hardly eating them out of house and home, as her husband often declared. She did wish though that Bob would look a little bit harder for work. She'd have to speak to him soon about that. Even though he was her older brother, she felt far more mature than he ... always had, even when they were kids living on the farm outside of Cleveland. One day he was just going to have to face up to the fact that, he was a grown man ... take on some responsibilities and stick to them!
Jean's long legs stretched down toward the bottom of the bed, the cold sheets chilling her toes as they advanced. With a shiver, she folded her arms around her large fully-formed breasts, feeling the roundness of them squeezed to her. God ... she thought, if only Tom would hold her again like he used to. There used to be nights when they would get no sleep at all, long before Tom got the restaurant job and he slept home nights like normal people. They would make love unceasingly, never tiring of each other, and Jean could still recall what it felt like to awaken sleepy to her baby daughter's cry in the early morning, her body saturated with loving.
It was all different now, Jean thought, she was a neglected housewife, a marriage counselor's case! Turning out the light and closing her eyes, her hand wandered down the softness of her torso to the blond vee of her sex ... and Jean knew that she would have to give in to her urges. After all, she had read in books that there was nothing wrong with it ... it was just a needed release. With this comforting thought that removed at least some of the nagging guilt she felt, Jean's fingers plunged deeply into the fiery longing of her wet cunt. Flames leapt through her loins, spiraling about, and before she realized fully what she was doing, her fingers were pounding against her cunt with a frenzied beat, plugging up into the warm damp slit of her vagina while she gasped and groaned, imagining her husband as he had once been, entering her, loving her ... Her fingers, held tightly together and widening the now gaping opening of her pussy, became Tom's cock shoving into the elasticity of her genitals.
"Oooooohh ... Tom ... Oh, Tom!" she moaned.
* * *
Carol opened up a teen-aged romance comic book she had bought earlier at the store. She'd said good-night to her mother a little earlier, and she planned to read a little and then go to sleep. She'd explained to Uncle Bob that she wouldn't be coming up to see him that evening, even though he'd especially asked her to, promising a new treat. The treat would have to wait, she thought, tonight she just wanted to think about Bud ... about the wonderful times they'd had on each of their dates since that first night at the movies. Each time had been more wonderful, and even though Carol had gone up to Uncle Bob's room once or twice since, his manual manipulations didn't come close to what she felt with Bud. Besides, it was getting just a little boring, and he panted and carried on so ... always promising his "treat" soon. It seemed to her that he was afraid to do anything else to her but touch her all over with his hands ... otherwise why would he hesitate so? She bet that Bud wouldn't hesitate when the time came ... and she hoped it would be soon. Bud was going to borrow a car the next weekend, and Carol knew they'd have a chance to experiment further. She'd read every sex book and novel she could get her hands on since Uncle Bob's first 'checker game' ... and she was beginning to feel confident that she knew what it was all about. Apparently it would hurt a little at first ... but then it would feel so wonderful ... like Bud's fingers, only better. She longed to feel his cock ... the marvelous cock that she held regularly ... as often as she could ... sometimes even in the deserted staircases at school, or in secluded corners, or between two parked cars in a parking lot ... Yes, she wanted to feel it inside her!
She turned the page of her comic book and was about to imagine that the boy in the love story was Bud, and the girl, herself, when she heard a rapping at her door.
"Ooooh No! " she groaned, and got up to answer it. She was wearing her shorty pajamas, just the tops without bothering with the bottoms ... but she felt the top was long enough so that she was decent.
"Hi, sweetheart!" Bob winked, stepping inside the door and closing it behind him.
"Hi ... Uncle Bob," Carol replied...."I told you I wasn't coming up tonight!"
"You don't seem to want to come up as much anymore as you used to," Bob mumbled. His eyes were hungrily taking in the surroundings of Carol's room. He'd had about half a bottle of vodka ... the only thing left downstairs in the cabinet now, and he was feeling no pain. After having thought about it, briefly, Bob had abruptly decided to go down an find out just why Carol wasn't coming up anymore.
"It's got something to do with your boyfriend, right?" Bob asked, moving forward into the room.
Carol stepped back, and then climbed back on her bed.
"I guess so...." she replied. "I just don't feel like it, that's all ... maybe tomorrow ... or next week!
"But I told you ... I have something nice for you ... something you'll like!"
Carol was getting annoyed. She wished he'd just leave her alone with her thoughts.
"What?" she asked, bored with the whole conversation.
"This!" Bob replied, unzipping his trousers and releasing his large, already swollen cock.
Carol's mouth gaped wide in disbelief as she stared at the enormous prick that loomed in front of her. Uncle Bob was coming toward the bed now, his long thick cock, bobbing out obscenely, until it was very close to her face.
"IT ... it's so BIG!" she gasped. It was almost three times as big as Bud's. She had no idea that they got that big. Fear began to get hold of her as she realized just how drunk her uncle was. She'd been fooled, because he didn't reek tonight the way he usually did. But now she could tell that he was clearly more than just high ... She'd heard her father talk about the crazy things men did when they were drunk, and now that her Uncle Bob stood before her, his huge ugly bloated cock in his hand the desire to run became very strong inside her, but she remained as though hypnotized by the awesome sight.
Was he going to try ... no ... it was impossible that he would ever try to put that enormous thing inside her! It was so hideous ... so thick and round ... much thicker than her wrists even!
Her vision blurred for a moment and she became conscious of her uncle's beady-eyed stare, and the looseness of his lips as he stood a bare few inches away from her. Instinctively, Carol tried to pull down the rising hem of her pajama top ... knowing with acute suddenness that whatever was about to happen would be completely out of the ordinary, or what she had grown to think of as such. The stimulating perusal that she had allowed her uncle to execute inside her secret genitals was not what he had in mind right now ... and she knew it. She was tempted to scream, but it occurred to her that she shouldn't ... it was clear that it was she who was responsible for what was happening, and certainly her mother would see that right off....
"Now be a nice little girl," Bob was saying...."We don't want to wake your mother, do we? Don't want her to find out what a big girl her baby's turned out to be just yet do we?" The evil sounding words echoed exactly what Carol was thinking. Her guilt, it seemed to her would be self-evident ... and her mother would make her life miserable from that moment on. Up 'til now, she had taken the smoldering fire between her legs pretty much for granted, enjoying each new pleasure she found there as a divine gift from God. But now, she wasn't sure. Perhaps there was something really bad about her ... something that would make Uncle Bob behave this way! Her eyes had not left the bloated cock in her uncle's hand, and she watched panic stricken as he began to slip his fist up and down over the circumcised tip.
"Oh, God," she thought...."He's going to be the first man to ever do it to me!" Her tender visions of having Bud take her virginity were shattered as her uncle's big flat hand pushed her backwards on the bed. With a whimper she lay back, knowing that her upper thighs were exposed, and that he could probably see her pussy too since she wasn't wearing any pants. Then a ploy that she thought might save her came to her and she curled over to the side, pulling her legs up under her.
"Uncle Bob ... you're so big ... you're much too big ... you're not thinking of ... of...."
Bob sat down heavily beside her. He'd been wracked with thoughts of Carol constantly, and the idea that she wasn't going to come to see him any more was pure torture. The last night she hadn't come, he'd stayed awake all night drinking and jerking off with a small photograph he had of her in front of him. He'd promised himself not to fuck her until he felt she was ready ... and in his heart he knew that his cock was much too big to fit into her tiny young pussy. And yet, he had to try ... maybe it had stretched enough. He'd tried putting two fingers high up inside that little silky cunt of hers and it had been tight ... and once when she'd been really wet he'd gotten three just inside the opening, but no further. Thoughts ran randomly through his mind now as he sat next to his young niece. He noticed how fair her blond hair was, how pale her skin ... His hands smoothed along her leg and slipped between her trembling thighs.
"Uncle Bob, please ... don't...."
"Be still, honey ... Uncle Bob wouldn't do anything to hurt you ... only to make you feel good ... remember? Remember how I played with your little pussy upstairs the last time ... when you were sitting on the sink and when you came I had to hold onto you to keep you from falling off?"
"Stop it!" Carol cried. But Bob's hand was already churning in her naked, exposed cunt, one finger already slipping tentatively up into her open vaginal channel.
"Its not fair!" Carol declared, trying to squeeze her legs together ... but Bob's fumbling only became more frantic, and Carol felt herself getting wet between her legs in spite of herself. She could feel his rough red knuckles toying about in the sensitive folds of her vulva, scraping roughly against her quivering clitoris.
"NO--NO--no no no!" she screamed ... still keeping her voice low enough so that her mother wouldn't hear. She had to persuade him to leave ... she just had to!
Bob gazed dispassionately down at her, his cock betraying his emotion as it jerked about in the air at each new twist of Carol's loins. Her bared buttocks gleamed pearly white before his eyes, and Bob thought, "Bitch! ... Little bitch ... Turned out to be quite a little cock-tease didn't you ... Well this is one cock you're gonna get right up in that little cock-teasing cunt ... Teach you a lesson!"
"I'll teach you all you need to know for your boyfriend!" Bob cajoled.
"I know enough now ... you've already taught me enough!" She was beginning to feel a little hysterical. Her hands pushing against his were having no effect at all. And all he had to do to turn her over was to apply a little bit of pressure and she was lying flat on her back, her loins completely exposed, his hand rummaging lewdly through her soft sparse pubic hair. Her short top was up around her waist, and looking down, Carol could see his cock growing redder by the second. She hoped it would explode ... maybe he would cum then and there ... and it would be all over.
But Bob had no intention of cumming just yet. He'd been waiting for this much too long ... the hot little pussy was made for his cock, he'd decided ... actually convincing himself that he was doing the girl a favor, with his...."instructions."
His fingers popped in and out of the tight hair-lined cunt lips, as he scanned his thirteen-year-old niece's face for signs of her arousal. But Carol was fighting it, trying not to feel the unbearable probing of his fingers inside her. His thumb wriggled upon the button of her clitoris, flicking and teasing, until she felt the familiar mounting of unwanted joy inside her pussy.
"Get away from me!" she moaned helplessly, trying to push him away. She didn't want to feel anything. She couldn't just give in to him like that ... even if he was her uncle. Visions of Bud loomed in her mind, and she wished with all her might that she could just will herself out of this mess.
"O.K.!" Uncle Bob replied. "You want me to do it the hard way! I just wanted to make it easier for you ... better if you're relaxed, honey...." His voice started off harsh and trailed down to a thick semi-sweetness that Carol didn't believe for a moment. "You'll be begging me for it, once I get this big fella into you!" He gave his penis an obscene shake in her direction, and smiled as Carol cringed down into the bed.
"Oooh! I'm sorry, Uncle Bob ... please ... I didn't mean ... I mean. ... It's just too big ... and maybe we should wait for a while before...."
"Wait, hell!" Bob exclaimed...."You'll be out fucking with every boy in town without even giving your Uncle Bob a piece ... I know you! All sugar and spice on the outside ... but when you get down to the nitty-gritty, you're just another hot little cunt like all the rest!"
Carol felt her face flush red, as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. No one had ever spoken to her like this ... her father, even at his angriest never used such foul language, although somehow she sensed he was capable of it. Squirming her hips down into the bed did no good, twisting about did no good, and Uncle Bob's fingers sensuously parted the sensitive vaginal lips again and again, screwing them teasingly up into her defenseless cunt.
The mounting pressure in her young unfulfilled loins was too much and suddenly she was alive with renewed strength ... her fingernails clawing wildly at his shirt, trying to get to the skin beneath.
"Little bitch!" he snarled through clenched teeth, fending her off. But she succeeded in making him remove his hand, if only for a moment. Taking advantage of the few seconds she had, Carol jumped up and tried to scramble off the bed, but Bob reached for her and caught her by the arms, bringing her down harshly on the bed. Then his full weight was on top of her, crushing into her with muscle and power.
She was stunned by his weight; ground down into the mattress of her bed like a small stuffed toy. Horrified and frightened, hot tears streaming down her face she began to whimper pitifully as he brought his hands once more to the ripe innocence of her loins. She could feel him placing his seeping cock against her small white belly, where it quivered and jerked into her soft flesh. Weakly, Carol tried to protest as Uncle Bob began to slip down his pants, the movements of his heavily panting body over her creating new and more uncomfortable shocks against her unwilling flesh. His thick cudgel felt unbelievably hard against her stomach, and it occurred to her that it couldn't possibly be his penis ... it had to be something else ... something foreign like a hard lead pipe.
Then his hands were back fumbling between her legs, and she felt the pipe being moved until the thick rubbery head rested against her pubic hair in the hollowed pit of her sex. Carol closed her eyes and shuddered with horror as she felt the hard instrument pushing against her tight defenseless pussy. She knew that she was helpless to stop what was about to happen. She uttered a small prayer that it would not hurt too awfully much, and then held her breath as her uncle's massively throbbing cock made its first tentative thrust between her open thighs.
"NNNNNNgh!" Her uncle grunted. It didn't seem like there was any hole there for chrissakes! "Open up ... Spread 'em!" he cried, pushing again.
"AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEE!" Carol cried out, just before Bob's hand came down on her mouth. A muffled sound continued to come from her throat as Carol felt like her legs were being ripped apart ... as though a brick was trying to gain entrance into her helplessly quivering belly.
"OH DEAR GOD, NO!" she mumbled against the flat of his hand...."NO!"
But Bob pushed once more, and felt the sparse young pubic hair spread and the small cunt lips giving way, opening up just the smallest bit to let his big cock in.
"You ain't got no more cherry, honey," he laughed coarsely, sweat pouring from his brow...."I fingerfucked that away a long time ago ... so let's go ... loosen up a little ... so Uncle Bob's cock can fuck that hot little pussy. You know you been dying for a taste of it!"
"AAAAAAAaaaaaargh!" he pushed again and felt the smooth rubbery head enter the forbidden fruit of her pussy. It hurts too much ... too much! she groaned, her eyes wide open in anguished disbelief. How could anything hurt this much ... It just wasn't possible! He was going to kill her with that big thing between his legs ... She could feel herself being ripped apart down there!
Looking up, she could see an evil grin spreading across his face as the exquisite pain within her grew and his penis sunk further and further into her straining loins. It was unthinkable that he would do this to her, hurt her this way ... torture her so cruelly ... and huge sobs wracked her body, making her loins twitch and shake oddly beneath him.
"Uncle Bob!" she cried...."Oh, Uncle Bob, Please don't!" The words sounded garbled coming out from behind his hand that pressed hard against her lips ... but she could tell from his altered expression that he'd understood. But his understanding had a different effect on him than she thought it would ... it made him even more aroused than ever. She read the results of her mistake clearly on his lust torn features, as the perverted grin turned to a lecherous leer, and she felt him flick his hips harshly forward, propelling his ramrod deep into her already tightly stretched pussy.
"Oh honey ... it's in!" he cried, his head arching back...."I'm gonna do it to ya now, baby ... do it to ya gooood!" He plunged wildly into her, letting his swollen cock slam its rock-hardness against the very end of his niece's ravaged vagina. Savagely, he lifted up her legs, clasping her thighs in his sweaty palms, presenting the widest possible area of her cunt up to his surging cock and slapping testicles.
Carol almost passed out from the pain. Her vagina felt like shredded wheat. She was wailing now ... not loud ... but softly as though she had no more strength left to create a loud noise.
Filled, she thought. Filled! The word went round and round in her head. Stuffed! ... Stuffed like a turkey! Surely she would split apart. Her belly pulsed gently, fearfully, her breath shallow. She dared not move. She knew she'd been injured beyond repair ... she'd probably have to go to the hospital and what did he care? He cared nothing about her at all.
Uncle Bob pulled backward suddenly and Carol cried out, feeling the clinging pink walls of her pussy clasped tight around his plundering shaft, following along in its wake. Then he was back again ... hard.
"UUUUUUNgh!" he grunted.
"NONONONONONO!" Carol cried, receiving his hand back at her mouth for her troubles. Deeper and deeper his cock ground. Each time he thrust back into her slender aperture, Bob breathed coarse fumes of whiskey into his niece's contorted young face, oblivious to her pain.
"Don't you like it hon?" he asked, finally...."Is it getting in deep enough?"
The cruel see-sawing in and out of her tormented pussy had created a steady, unrelenting wall of pain in the whole of her lower body, and Carol had begun to hallucinate shooting sparks behind her closed eyes ... sparks that corresponded to the bitter pain she was feeling. She rolled her head in agony, her mouth hanging open.
"Yes...." she answered in a barely audible whisper. "Yesss." It seemed better to go along with him than to fight him. She had already tried fighting him, and look what it had gotten her. This way at least the whole thing might end sooner.
"OH God," she thought, "let it end ... let it end!"
"Oooohh!!!" Bob cooed, "That's the tightest cunt in the world ... Baby your pussy's like fucking an angel ... I knew it'd be like this! I knew it!"
Carol decided to take advantage of his better humor.
"Can ... I bring my ... legs down Uncle Bob ... they kind of hurt up there like that!"
"Sure honey ... we'll do all the positions ... before too long ... come on let's bring those legs down."
Carol's legs unbent and descended in an excruciating agony of pain. But at least they were lying flat again, and the circulation could revive them. But Uncle Bob's cock was still stuck inside her, hard and seemingly bigger than ever. With a quiver, Carol closed her eyes and tried to take advantage of the small rest, such as it was.
And it wasn't long before his cock started to move again. She still visualized it as a lead pipe being shoved in and out between her tender young thighs, But this time, it seemed to rub against her pussy a different way. The delicate ragged flesh of her outer cunt was carried along by its momentum, and brushed by the wire-like hairs of his pubis. Her clitoris was being massaged powerfully with each shattering stroke. She couldn't believe it, but it was beginning to feel good!
"Aaaah!" she moaned, the next time the head of his penis buried itself in the spongy mass of her cervix. The thrills that were emanating from her clitoris were being transposed to the inside too, creating a completely different sensation from any she'd felt up till then.
"Aaaa AaaaH!" she cried in surprise as much as pleasure. Her fingers began to hold on to Bob's back tightly now, and her toes were slightly curled.
"OOOOOOOOOOH! ... OOOH! OH!" It felt so good that she thought she would go mad. How was this possible ... How could it possibly be? Somehow the enormous pain she'd gone through made the pleasure that much more acute and in a few more seconds she was writhing under him and trying to assist him by raising her buttocks up a little. What had seemed so horrible about the out-sized rock of cock filling her so totally, now seemed strangely, wonderfully ... oddly fulfilling! There was no doubt about it ... It was GOOD!
Although her vagina was filled to the utmost, she tried to clasp it tighter around him, thereby increasing her own pleasure. Her hips jerked upward, and her hungry little clitoris rubbed itself shamelessly against her uncle's loins. His thighs were now crushing down on hers and she could feel the soft contrast of his balls as they bobbed up against her soft inner thighs.
Sensing her growing pleasure, her uncle strove to make it even better, with-holding his orgasm for as long as he possibly could. With long smooth strokes he fucked into her, bringing wild cries of delight from Carol's throat. He worked, slavishly, slipping his big cock all the way out one time and ramming it all the way back in ... bringing it out halfway the next time and ramming it almost all the way in but not quite ... then several hard strokes right up against the cervix ... wham ... wham ... wham ... without stopping!
Carol mewled and groaned, her entire body straining and writhing with unprecedented joy. She had surrendered totally to her uncle's driving cock, her whole being caught up in the frenzy of lust. The agony she'd once felt was magically melted to buttery ecstasy.
"Oh UNCLE BOB ... UNCLE BOB! ... OH!" She was hopelessly impaled, and she knew it, and knowing it increased her fervor. Her vagina seemed already wider; already like a woman's as it accepted the mighty staff that churned within its small confines. Her soft downy pussy trembled and juicy signals of awareness began to flow copiously down her legs, out around his cock. Small tremors traversed her belly, and the cords of her thighs were taut and tense.
"I told ya!" Bob grunted skewering into her wet upturned crevice, his chest heaving as his thick penis lunged obscenely into her widely splayed legs. "Told ya ... you'd like it!"
"OOOOOooooooH! ... OOOOOoooohh I ... I'm going to burst ... oh Uncle Bob ... I'm...."
Carol's head snapped back as the mighty orgiastic waves began to wash over her. Panting and writhing beneath her uncle, she pushed herself up as though to capture the delicious thrills ... to make them more thoroughly hers, giving herself up to them totally and without the slightest trace of restraint, her bruised body responding to the bliss within her, rising higher and higher until she was nothing but a mass of jiggling flesh existing in a solitary world where nothing mattered but the marvelous hardened pole of flesh sunk deep in her pussy.
Bob rode with her, beside himself with the realization that he'd at last fulfilled his fondest dream ... to fuck her virgin cunt ... and fuck it good! He felt his cock swell again as her muscles twitched around it, and the softness of her inner passage grew wide and yearning. "Ungh!" he fell forward, his cock beginning to pump the hot liquid of his semen in thick white spurts, high up into his niece's contracting young womb.
"OOOooowweeee! That's my baby!" Uncle Bob crowed. "Oh Christ!"
CHAPTER 5
Tom was tired of exchanging small talk with the customers. It was a Thursday night and he had the usual dating couples from the nearby college, and a couple of regulars who came in every night had already made their appearance. The bartender had everything under control and Tom figured he could afford the amount Sal could steal while he went in back to get a little well deserved rest. He was tired of the whole business, watching over everything like a hawk all the time ... it was bothersome, really, and you couldn't really be friends with anyone. All of the waitresses hated him, he knew ... but what did he care really, he had his own problems ... the main one being Carol.
He went in back and closed the door to his office, blocking off the bar din. Reaching into his bottom drawer, he took out a fifth of scotch and poured himself a neat shot glass. Downing it, he tried to block out the way Carol had looked when he entered her room last night. Sprawled there like ... like...."Oh Jesus," he thought, "It had to be that Bud ... it had to be! With his baby!"
Another drink soothed the embarrassment he still felt about what had happened afterward. She probably didn't notice, he told himself. But why would that happen. It wasn't really possible that I'd get worked up over my own little girl!?"
His muddled thoughts returned to the exact happenings of the night before, and once more he relived the whole thing, trying to make some sense out of it.
* * *
Tom was feeling low the night before, he'd returned from the bar earlier leaving an assistant to lock up for him, something he rarely did ... but he just had too much on his mind, and he had to get a few things straight with himself. As he drove slowly home, he finally faced up to the fact that something had gone wrong between him and Jean. And then he realized, it wasn't so much that something had gone wrong between them ... it was more like something was wrong with him! Every time they made love now, the same peculiar thing happened. It would start off fine, but then each time the old thoughts would begin cramming into his skull ... Carol! In the heat of sex his daughter's arms twined around him, spurring him on ... his cock burned a deep hole in Carol's cunt ... God forgive him! ... and not his wife's.
Perhaps what he needed was psychiatric care ... he mused, parking the car in the garage. And then crunching in his heavy boots over the snow, he looked up at the upstairs windows of his house as he always did. There was a light on in Carol's room, and he thought he saw a light go off in the attic ... but he couldn't have sworn to it. But what was Carol's light doing on at 3:00 A.M.?
As he turned his key in the lock, he thought that perhaps this might be a good time to get everything squared away. Maybe if he just sat down and had a good talk with her ... He hadn't done that in a long time ... Good God, what a monster she must think I am ... yelling at her all the time ... ordering her about ... keeping her in the house. Well at least Jean had had the foresight to make him allow her out on an occasional movie date with Bud....
Tom climbed the stairs. "What the hell ... she's just a kid ... I'll just go in and talk to her ... and maybe she can tell me about herself ... about what she does ... what she's interested in these days ... Guess I really haven't been much of a father to her!
As he approached Carol's room, in a separate wing from the bedroom in which his wife awaited him, he could see that her light was still on ... the yellow glow slipped out from beneath her closed door onto the rug in the hallway. He approached quietly, uncertain about the wisdom of what he planned to do ... but just desperate enough to hope that a little chat would save his sanity.
He knocked softly ... once then twice. There was no answer ... and sensing that something was strange, he pushed the door open. Completely satiated, Carol lay sprawled in the middle of her bed. She had just had enough energy left after Uncle Bob's departure to apply a little Vaseline to her sore, swollen vagina ... Then she'd collapsed on the bed, still naked, and too exhausted to even pull up the covers. God, she felt wonderful! Although it hurt like hell down there, another sweeter sensation filled her body, stemming from high up in her vagina, where her titillated cervix still sent little pleasure waves shooting out to every nerve ending ... signaling completeness ... absolute sexual satisfaction that had no comparison to what she had felt before when Uncle Bob's fingers ... or even Bud's had played with her virginity.
Before she had drifted off to a deep sleep ... the happy words...."No longer a virgin!" fell from her lips, and she was ultimately pleased that an older, experienced man had been the cause of her awakening ... rather than a young boy like Bud as she had planned.
Carol's father stood stunned, staring at his daughter's nudity. Her legs were spread in a posture of abandon so that he could see directly into her young naked pussy, where the pubic hair was still tangled and matted from her recent loving. The hair on her head was also likewise ruffled and mussed, and there were little bite marks along her small round breasts.
It was clear to Tom instantly that she'd just been fucked ... very recently, too! But how? He quickly surmised that Bud had probably sneaked into the house and done it a short while ago. Rage boiled inside him ominously as he closed the door behind him, and ignoring the size of his erection, he reached out to his young daughter on the bed and shook her roughly by the shoulders!
"You get out of that bed and get some clothes on immediately young lady!" he boomed. "What am I running here ... a whorehouse? ... I told your mother not to let you go out ... and believe me from now on I'm not letting my eyes off you!" Carol awakened to the nightmare of her father's angry face, the harshness of his hands shaking her entire body back and forth.
"All right ... all right!" she cried....
Hardly aware of the fact that he hadn't stopped shaking her, Tom let loose and watched in amazement as his daughter with a great measure of calm, slipped away from his still menacing body, and reached to the bottom of the bed where her bathrobe lay in a crumpled mass. As she leaned forward Carol tried to hide the stains on the spread, but Tom had already seen them.
"You little whore! You little whore!" he started screaming.
"I'm not a whore!" Carol yelled back.
"Next thing you know you'll be pregnant ... and then what'll we do???" Tom bleated, the veins standing out on his neck. Still he couldn't help noticing that Carol's breasts were far more developed than he'd thought ... but then she drew the cord of her robe around her, removing the twin globes from his sight.
"I can't get pregnant ... I haven't even had a period yet!" Carol said softly. She'd been waiting for her period ... praying for it ... wanting it to happen so that she'd at last be a woman ... undeniably and emphatically no longer a little girl ... but so far it hadn't come.
Tom sputtered noisily, embarrassed at the turn the conversation had taken and not knowing what to do.
"You come here!" he cried. "I'm going to whip you within an inch of your life!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Carol replied, backing may from him, hatred in her eyes. "God! How I hate you!" she cried. "I hate you, hate you!"
Tom grabbed her, so angry he could barely see. He knew he had her by the arm though, and in a blur she was over his knees and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulled up the soft chenille bathrobe and below his hand came the round, pink moons of her buttocks, still flushed from their recent workout, and now trembling from fear and indignation. He looked own at his daughter's small ass cheeks, seeming to see them as they had been when she was a baby ... but it was a small woman who twisted about on his legs, trying vainly to scramble off.
WHACK! The first blow struck her across both buttocks cheeks, and he could see a deep red welt forming even as he lifted his hand to hit her again.
"You bastard!" Carol yelled, trying to think of words awful enough to describe what she thought of him. Once she had heard her mother call him that when they were having an argument, and it seemed appropriate enough now. He was shattering her beautiful mood, her body's sudden calm after her first total orgasm ... all those wonderful adult feelings were being scattered as she was ignominiously thrown across her father's knee like a child!
"SHUT ... YOUR ... MOUTH!" Tom yelled, sweat pouring from his forehead. His hand hit her bare buttocks with each word, making a resounding smack that echoed in the room. The red welts on her soft skin had grown, so that her entire behind was now a fuchsia color. Tom knew he ought to stop, but he just couldn't. It was beyond him. There was not an ounce of control left in him. Heartbroken at the shock of having his worst fears confirmed ... so clearly and obscenely. Tears were springing from his eyes, and Carol's cries did nothing to stop the beating he continued to give her.
But as she wriggled over his knees, the hardon he'd ignored before reasserted itself and would not be forgotten as soft white exposed skin brushed this way and that across the fabric of his pants, and his cock seemed to know, even if his head hadn't realized it yet, that Carol's delicate golden young pussy was rubbing against it. When the knowledge caught up with Tom's oblivious senses, it was too late for him to do anything to stop what was about to happen. The crevice of her soft young ass rose up to meet his hand, and his hand slipped a little to the side on its next downbeat, striking into the nether split of her behind. It fell into the warm dryness of her anal region and then as Carol jerked a little, his thumb encountered the wet pit of her cunt.
He removed his hand instantly, but it was too late. His cock was responding rapidly, and he could feel its contractions as the gathered sperm from his balls started jetting up and out.
"Aaaaaaah!" he gargled, grasping Carol's cheeks hard, and pulling her down on him. "UUNNnnnnngh!"
Carol wasn't sure what was happening, but in a few seconds she felt a spot of wetness across her thighs as it seeped through her father's pants ... and she was experienced enough now to know what had happened. She was shocked, but pleased when she realized that she indisputably had the upper hand!
* * *
Tom shuddered as he recalled pushing her away from him so brusquely that she'd fallen to the floor. He was blushing now, even in the privacy of his office as he remembered now he'd tried to hide the growing wetness down his front, while making a rapid departure from his daughter's room.
"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned, pouring himself another drink. His penis had started swelling now just remembering the horror of what had happened ... and although the whisky was numbing some of the pain he was feeling, enough still remained to make him suffer. And worse, the alcohol was aggravating his cock's insistent bloating, and he as getting horny as hell.
"Shit ... you really are in bad shape, fellah!" he told himself, pouring yet another shot and downing the burning liquid.
* * *
It was amazing, Carol thought, the way men behaved. But she was grateful to Uncle Bob for all he'd done toward showing her just what was going on. There was a lot of power down there between her legs, and she intended to use it. The way daddy had acted with her was almost exactly the way Uncle Bob used to be, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the same thing that was bothering Uncle Bob was what was bothering her father.
She'd often wondered how on earth she could get through to him ... make him see that she was a human being ... almost a woman in a few years ... not a baby ... and that she deserved to be treated as such. Well, now he knew ... and by golly, she'd make him know it even more. All those months when she'd stayed at home alone doing her homework just because her father wouldn't let her go out! She fumed about it now, as she pulled on her tight ski-pants and a low cut sweater she had bought out of her allowance without her mother's knowledge.
Well, those days were gone forever! She was going down to see her father and find out just how far he'd go! She bet she could get him to go all the way. She'd like that, she thought, wondering if his penis was as big as Uncle Bob's. Now that she knew how good it felt to have something that big sticking inside her, she wanted to feel it over and over again. The memory of Uncle Bob's huge cock still made her tremble a little, and the walls of her downy pussy, still sore from the recent assault, tingled slightly in anticipation of another invasion. She felt hungry ... but not just for sex ... otherwise, she realized she would wait until her coming date with Bud. No, it was something more she wanted, and only her father could give it to her now! Carol smiled to herself as she recalled the wet stain on her father's pants the night before. It was unmistakable ... that spot. He must have had himself some climax.
She hadn't seen hide nor hair of either her father or her Uncle Bob that day ... Tom having stayed in bed most of the day until time to work ... (she'd made sure she was in her room when he came out and left hurriedly for the restaurant) ... and as for Uncle Bob, he'd been out all day supposedly looking for a job (too ashamed to face her, she bet!).
What a fuss men seemed to make over sex! It didn't seem to warrant getting all stewed up like that, just because it felt so good. She found it very amusing that she'd managed to put both the men in her household into a turmoil in such a short time. "Just imagine what the future has in store," she thought as she tiptoed down the steps.
Her mother had sure been acting strange recently, too, she thought ... going to bed right after supper ... and in the morning Carol could tell she'd been crying or something because her eyes were always red.
"Oh, well," Carol thought, "I guess every thing'll get straightened out soon enough." Her heart was thudding wildly as she pulled on her coat. Then she slipped into her heavy boots. It was late ... almost midnight, and she felt very daring sneaking out of the house like that. But after all, she thought as she closed the front door softly behind her, "I'm just going down to see daddy!"
When she got off the bus at the corner where her father's restaurant and bar was situated, Carol noticed the bus driver looking at her curiously. Could it be that he too wanted to get between her legs? Could he tell that she wasn't a virgin any more?
She smiled back at him, and saw him wink just before he closed the front doors of the bus. A little thrill ran through her at this new tribute to her blooming beauty and with increasing courage she made her way toward the side entrance of the restaurant. She knew there was a separate entrance to this office, and if necessary, she would wait for him there until he had finished closing up. She knew he always went over the receipts in there at the end of the night, because he often mentioned it at the dinner table.
She tested the doorknob and finding it open, entered. She was in a small back corridor leading past the kitchen where hamburgers and steaks were char-broiled. At the end of the corridor she could see the door to her father's office. Although it didn't matter too much, Carol didn't want anyone to see her so she stooped down as she passed the open kitchen door, and scooted safely to the other side without being found out. Then she rapped on her father's door.
Tom heard the rapping and assumed it was his assistant manager. "Don't bother me now!" he roared. For one thing, he'd been just about to decide whether to go out and try to pick up some chick or to go home and fuck the hell out of his wife, Jean ... Carol or no Carol, he had to have some relief from the terrible tension in his loins. He could barely sit up straight in his swivel chair by now, and was no longer bothering to pour himself shots of whisky ... the bottle was quicker and easier.
"It's me, Daddy!" Carol said. "Let me in ... I want to talk to you!"
A sinking feeling of doom spread through him as Tom staggered over to the door and opened it. There she was alright, he thought, his baby girl ... his sweet little thing who'd just been fucked royally by some creepy kid ... and not me!
Carol sauntered past him, without deigning to say anything more in greeting. She could tell immediately that he was crocked, but she didn't know if that would be better or worse for her purposes.
"Hi, Daddy!" she said finally, posing in the middle of the room. Slowly she removed her big shaggy coat and dropped it to the office floor. She jutted her chest out, trying to make her breasts appear larger beneath the revealing sweater, and then she coolly appraised her father who was standing with his back against the door trying to resist the healthy urge to bolt out of it. But a kind of weird, sick feeling made him stay as he took in the appealing sight of his thirteen-year-old daughter doing her utmost to charm him.
"I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night, Daddy," she said.
Tom broke out into a cold sweat. "For Crissakes, kid, get the hell out of here!" he moaned. "I ... I'm not responsible...."
"Don't worry daddy," Carol interrupted, "Everything's cool! You can even give me another spanking if you want to ... I'm not mad anymore."
Carol was surprised at her own boldness, but there had been so many surprises recently, that it was becoming exciting to take them all in her stride.
"Honey...." Tom said, gulping and trying without success to become sober, "Does your mother know you're here?"
"Of course not!" Carol answered, annoyed that he would even ask such a thing. Then an idea came to her ... she'd get everything moving fast enough if she could get out of her clothes!
"Uh, Daddy ... I wanted to ask your advice ... about something...." she was thinking fast as she spoke. "I have this mark ... here. I'll have to show you." Carol began to remove her sweater, pulling at it to get it over her head.
Tom remembered clearly enough the hickey marks he'd seen the night before on his daughter's breasts and neck, and he felt his face reddening as he tried to stop her.
"Don't!" he cried, "Don't do that!" But he didn't dare to step forward to touch her. He didn't trust himself. Reaching behind him he locked the office door again. What a catastrophe it would be if someone were to walk in.
Looking back he saw that Carol was naked to the waist now ... the little reddish brown marks clearly visible on her incredibly beautiful breasts, the white skin glistened softly in the glow of his office lamp and he stood petrified by an accumulation of lust for the lithe young body that gradually revealed more and more of itself to him.
He sucked in his breath, chills rippling along the back of his spine. The booze was racing through his veins like quicksilver and his mouth felt dry and parched. He ached to touch her, wanting the feel of her so badly he could taste it. His penis lurched dangerously up between his legs, and its hardness pressed against his belly. Why me? he thought, WHY ME? He'd heard about such things ... even read about such things ... but they always happened to somebody else not to him ... they were never real to him before. But this was real enough! This cock that oozed a tiny bit of pre-cum in lewd anticipation of an unthinkable act. What misshapen genes had caused him to create a daughter who would do this ... strip before him, showing her pussy, her tits, ... God! She was feeling them now ... on the pretext of showing him some mark ... and now her hands were moving down the smooth belly below the navel to the sensuous little cunt ... God, he'd been thinking about it so much ... he must have willed this to happen! The whole thing was a creation of his imagination!
Carol leaned forward a little, looking down toward her own tiny vaginal vee that was covered with golden curls. With her thumb and forefinger, she parted the soft pubic curls and spread the cushiony outer lips, exposing the raw pink flesh inside.
"I just wanted to ask you, Daddy...." she mumbled, beginning to get excited by her own touch.
Tom jumped forward, and Carol backed away a little, frightened by the suddenness of his move. After all, she thought in a blinding flash ... maybe there were still some things she didn't know ... maybe she had gone too far this time! But her father had hold of her now ... and he was clasping her up tightly to his chest. His mouth came down hard on hers, and she felt his lips part, his tongue sliding forth to penetrate the confines of her mouth. His tongue thrashed wildly inside her mouth, scouring the edges of her smooth white teeth, flicking back toward her throat ... pouring wetness from his mouth to hers like a spout.
Carol was crushed so tightly that she could hardly breathe. Fear was all she could feel now and ... fear for what she'd caused to happen, and fear as to its outcome. Her desire for revenge against her father had been very strong, but now she'd be satisfied if she could just leave and go home to bed. Her father was like a stranger to her ... she'd never seen him so excited ... or so drunk, and he was grumbling odd sounds into her mouth as his hands raced up and down her bare body. His hands were rough against her skin and he was pinching her buttocks and her thighs, kneading the flesh of her waist, his thumbs sliding upwards to massage her rosy-pointed nipples that were flattened against the wool of his checkered shirt.
"MmmmNGH!" she groaned, trying to push him away a little. But Tom held on, moving her backward towards the studio couch behind his desk. His hands moved back down and clasped her buttocks, cupping them up and picking her whole one hundred pound body up that way.
Carol tried to catch her breath as she dealt with the snake-like tongue in her mouth, feeling the cool air rush into the widened crack of her rectum and vagina where her father's hands had pulled the soft nether cheeks apart. But she had no time to think at all before she was pressed down on the couch and her father was bending down over her. His mouth left hers, and in a sticky trail of saliva, moved downward across her naked breasts toward her stomach.
"Oh, God, oh God!" she said, trembling, as she felt his mouth on her cunt! Carol jumped at the strange contact and tried to turn over, but her father's rough hands pulled her back.
"Isn't this where you wanted to show me something? Well, I'm taking a good look!" he growled. And then the wetness of his mouth was pressing hard against the wide-spread mouth of her pussy. His palms were flat against the inside of her upper thighs as his thumbs pulled the delicate flesh apart. He drew the raggedness of the pink lips up into his mouth greedily, savoring their flavor like some rare delicacy. Greedily, he sucked on the soft membranes, nibbling softly at first and then like an animal as he grew more and more excited. The moist slit of his daughter's young, sparsely hair-lined pussy was like a dewy jewel presented to him in all its glory as he devoured the complete nakedness of her soft fleshy flanges.
Carol writhed above him, horror and humiliation being rapidly replaced by the reassurance that nothing terrible was going to happen. At first she couldn't imagine what he was doing ... but now it appeared to be just some new form of sex that she'd never heard about. There was so much to learn! With a sigh, she let her thighs go limp and ceased struggling, and let the strange new sensations overtake her. A wave of triumph coursed through her as she heard her father moan below her, and she knew she had him at her mercy! The whole idea of controlling someone through the pleasure they gave you was a wondrous new concept, and if she could make it work with her own father ... well, the possibilities were staggering.
"OoooooH ... OOOOOOOH" she whimpered, her firm youthful buttocks grinding steadily down into the studio couch. Her cunt was warm and throbbing and she opened her legs a little bit wider, arching her back and thrusting her pussy further up into her father's face.
"OH DADDY ... OH DADDY! THAT LICKING FEELS SOOOOO GOOD!"
And it did, it felt fantastic! His depraved attack of her secret parts was creating a veritable whirlwind of electrifying chills throughout her body. The pleasure rippled from her labia, all puckered up inside her father's mouth, where his tongue and teeth flicked at it, sucking up the ultra sensitive button of her clitoris with the other tissues ... and Carol began to call out tender words of encouragement.
"Ooooooh ... suck me daddy ... suck me!"
"JESUS!" Tom thought, as his mouth and tongue worked wildly in his daughter's loins. Her little cunt fit almost completely into his mouth, and it tasted like a sweet honeyed flower. Now lapping, now sucking, his eyes rolling wide open in their sockets, Tom took in the unbelievable sight of his little girl's face as she responded to his ministrations. He was giving her a good sucking, he knew, and a delight took hold of him as he realized just how much pleasure he was giving her. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth hanging open a little as she moaned out his name. The white mounds of her breasts quivered as though waiting for his hands to conquer them. He moved his hands up along her body toward them, and cupped them, tweaking the pink hardness of her baby nipples with unrelenting fury.
Loud sucking noises issued from the wide flatness of her pubic vee, and Tom continued what was now becoming a joyous act on his part. He had convinced himself in his drunkenness that actually doing the act was far better ... far healthier than just thinking about it ... and Carol seemed to be loving it so ... what harm could there be in giving her this fantastic pleasure? The shame he had originally felt disappeared, to be replaced by a wanton self-admission of his desire for his daughter. He would show her what real lovemaking was, by God!
His eyes remained glued to her face as be ran his tongue over the satin-like exposed genitals, now executing little thrusts with his tongue into her small demivierge cuntal opening.
"OH SWEETIE," he thought, "OH WHAT A SWEET LITTLE CUNT!"
"OOOh Daddy ... DDDdaaddddy!" Carol stammered, completely out of her mind from the sucking she was getting. It felt wondrous, like floating in warm water ... like being made love to by fish in the ocean ... nibbling, nibbling ... sucking, sucking!
"OH DADDY DARLING!" Carol's hands curled down into her father's hair in complete submission to the delicious spasms that darted throughout her wildly aroused nerves. She was enjoying it beyond all measure ... more than every sex act she had indulged in so far. The tiny licking flames were claiming more of her attention than any fingers or penis had yet requested, and she felt herself beginning to come apart at the seams.
Mewling and moaning, she clenched her teeth tight together as the first low soul-stirring shafts of orgasm were roused from her belly.
"MMMmmmmnnnn! MMMmmmmaaaah!" Tom licked furiously, moving his hands back to contain her sensuously squirming buttocks as they wagged in involuntary surrender to the erotic tune he was playing on his daughter's genitals. Her wet loins seemed to give way beneath his probing tongue and she ground herself savagely up into his mouth, as the low threshold of climax brimmed over and she was cumming all around him.
"Ah All Ah Ah ... AAH DDAADDDDDY!"
"Oh God," Tom thought, "Wait 'til he fucked her ... just wait!"
CHAPTER 6
Jean put down the erotic book she'd been reading. "Jerome's big cock brought grunts of pleasure to Candy's throat...." Oh god, Jean thought ... What I need is a few grunts of pleasure myself. She looked at the clock. 2:00 A.M....if she could just manage to stay awake a little longer, Tom would be home from work. But what good waiting up would do, she had no idea. Something more extreme than usual had seemed to be bothering him the day before, but he'd been completely tight-lipped about it, staying on his side of the bed all night, and then spending most of this afternoon in bed, too.
It was beyond her ... if he wouldn't even tell her what was wrong, what could she do to help him? A spark of sudden anger welled up inside her, as she recalled with displeasure the dark storm-cloud cast of her husband's features during the last twenty-four hours. It made her feel a little silly, like a helpless housewife sitting home waiting for her husband to come home ... a husband whose attentions were becoming less and less satisfactory. She had new visions of herself growing old. Although she was only thirty-two, when she was depressed, it seemed like she was as ancient as the hills. Maybe Tom had started to notice that she was getting older ... although her mirror showed no undue signs of rapid aging ... maybe it was something he could see that she couldn't. And little Carol was growing every day to look more and more like her, she thought ... or more and more the way she used to look ... when she was thirteen ... and even eighteen when she and Tom had gotten married. They'd had Carol a year later, and she'd been the joy of their existence together, keeping them close through all the early difficult years of their marriage.
But now Carol was almost a woman herself, Jean thought ... and what would become of her and Tom once Carol was married and gone from the house?
Feeling uneasy and unattractive, Jean rose from the bed and went to her mirror. A beautiful peaches and cream blonde stared back at her dispassionately.
"If only I had a friend!" Jean thought...."Someone to confide in ... maybe I'd feel better!" She'd had a good friend who lived next door ... Ellen Silvers ... but she'd moved to California leaving Jean friendless and with a middle aged couple as her new neighbors. Sure, she thought, there were a few girls she knew ... women she met at PTA meetings and the like, but none of them seemed to fit into her particular category, and she hadn't bothered to pursue any friendships with them.
She pulled her white chenille robe over her nightgown and took another look at the book she had tossed on the bedcovers. It was titled "A Housewife's Dilemma" ... and she thought ruefully that it certainly was an apt title for her life!
"No! I can't read it," she thought, flinging it down again. It only made her want to be made love to ... made her want it desperately ... and it was too hard ... too heartbreaking when it just didn't happen.
Suddenly she remembered her brother, Bob ... She hadn't seen him all day, she realized. A pang of guilt slipped into her thoughts as she realized how she'd been almost ignoring her brother recently. She wondered if he was still awake, remembering that he'd always been a night-owl, staying up till all hours reading or playing his records when they'd both lived at home ... years ago. It might be a nice idea, to go and see ... she thought, and if he were up it would be like killing two birds with one stone. She could confide at least some of her troubles to him and also she could find out how he was doing, what progress he was making toward work.
It must be hard for him, she thought, going out of her bedroom ... even though we are family, it must be a little like living in a stranger's house!
* * *
Carol lay in a stupor with her legs still wide spread. Through her half-closed eyes, she could see her father undoing his pants. She saw the belt slide out of its loops and then the pants fell away. He staggered a little as the alcohol caught him unawares ... standing up so fast after kneeling between his daughter's thighs made him almost black out for a second. But then recovering he pulled his boxer shorts down, determined that nothing would stop him now. His heavy inflated penis bobbed into sight and he stood, a trifle ludicrous in his knee socks and plaid shirt ... his pale hairy legs and long dangling cock and balls exposed.
Carol noticed with growing interest that her father's penis stuck straight out in front of him, whereas Uncle Bob's and even Bud's smaller boy's cock stuck straight up ... she wondered what that meant, but then decided that it must be a simple difference in the way they were built. She was still recovering from her wonderful oral orgasm, but the prospect of her father's fucking her was making her become excited all over again. The pleasure she could get from between her legs seemed endless, she thought with amazement!
"You're so big, Daddy," she whispered softly, not wanting to do or say anything to prevent him from continuing. She wanted to add as big as Uncle Bob, but she decided it would be better not to. Still she wondered if it would feel as good ... or better than Uncle Bob.
Tom groaned and stroked his aching prick. It was alright ... a voice kept saying in his head ... she'd had it before ... he wasn't doing anything to her that hadn't been done before ... My sweet darling baby girl ... oh my little love! His daughter's pussy gleamed with the wet juices of her cum and he could see that his ferocious sucking had made her tender labia swell, so that they stuck out further. With another groan, he got down on his knees again, between her legs and grabbing hold of her thighs, brought her forward.
"Oh, Daddy!" Carol moaned, a new tenderness springing up inside her for her father. "Oh, Daddy!"
* * *
Jean's bathrobe swept the dusty steps leading to the attic, and she made a mental note to vacuum there the next day. The sight of a light shining beneath the attic door told her that her brother was still up and the sound of music came faintly through the door. Another pang of guilt came over her, as she mentally upbraided herself for taking so little interest in her own brother. But she'd had so many other problems ... so many things on her mind. If their mother were still alive Jean knew that she'd be very displeased, having always favored her son, and with almost her dying breath cautioned Jean to look after him.
Jean paused at the doorway, listening to the music. She'd always resented her mother for doing that. "Take care of Sonny," she'd said ... while at the time "Sonny" as Bob was called in the family, was a grown man of twenty-two ... a few years older than she and fully capable of taking care of himself, if he chose to. Whereas she, Jean, had no one to look after her ... her mother having insisted she quit high school to get a job ... something which Sonny had somehow never been expected to do! Fortunately Tom had come along, and she'd married him immediately ... glad to get away from her mother's strict influence. Jean often wondered, as she wondered right now standing uncertainly outside her brother's door, whether their mother might have been different if their father had been alive. Certainly some of that bitterness of hers must have been due to sexual tension.
"Like I'm feeling now...." Jean thought, silently praying that she would not turn out to be anything like her mother. If only her mother had known some of the things that Bob had done ... things that Jean would not ever tell her for fear of breaking her heart. She'd almost forgotten most of them ... pushed them out of her mind as best she could ... they were too shameful to retain in her memory.
Softly, she knocked at the door.
Bob sat in the big overstuffed chair by his small attic window. He was almost passed out, but not quite, having drunk almost a full bottle of Thunderbird Red ... his supplies in the cabinet downstairs had finally given out. He'd been drinking all day really, but had only gotten serious about it since nightfall. He regretted having fucked Carol the day before, having forced her seemed the worst thing he'd ever done in his life ... and he'd done some lulus! Even though she had enjoyed it after he got started, still it seemed wrong. But he couldn't dismiss the memory of the pleasure her pussy had given him, and the two feelings ... one of guilt and one of continued desire worked on him to make him feel like a lunatic.
When the knock came at the door, he was holding onto his cock, looking at it curiously, as though it would tell him something, give him a clue to the nature of his problem. It was hard and thick, almost as hard as it had been the night before in Carol's cunt, he thought. His fist slid up and down on the long shaft tentatively and then stopped,
"Ooonnnnngh!" he groaned, imagining Carol was in the room with him, lifting up her dress, showing him her little blond twat, sitting down over his cock, her pussy tight, so tight, he'd think he'd never get in ... but then he'd slip in a little ... Perspiration dotted his forehead, and the soft rapping interrupted his thoughts. Sure it was Carol, a grin split his face. "Come in honey," he slurred. "Come right in!"
* * *
Tom's huge penis strained at the tight pink slit of his daughter's vagina, and Carol tried to remember that her Uncle Bob's cock had just been in there the night before ... but it seemed that nothing had ever been in there, and that her father's big cock would certainly never make it. She was disappointed and fearful at once. Was it going to hurt like before? She'd thought that all that was over.
Trying to spread her legs wider, she jiggled herself up a little. "Ooooh Daddy...." she moaned softly, hoping that the encouragement would assist a rapid entry into her hungrily quivering little pussy.
Tom felt his cock bending as the thick red tip tried unsuccessfully to enter his daughter. He was in such a state of excitement that he would not, could not stop trying to get into her. He only hoped he could get in in time, before he came. Nothing mattered but cumming ... cumming inside that sweet young pussy ... the very thought of which haunted him for so long. He was so drunk that it all seemed completely normal, natural forces working themselves out ... he wanted to fuck her, and he was going to fuck her.
"Honey. ... You're too tight...." he finally realized, and before Carol knew what was happening, he had slipped down on his knees again. His long tongue curled up into a funnel-like shape penetrated the warmth of her vagina, just a little, and swirled around, wetting the inner surface again. Carol shivered with delight. It felt just like a tiny penis inside her ... it felt wonderful!
* * *
Jean entered her brother's room, and it took a few seconds for her to realize that what she was seeing was true. He was indeed sitting in that chair, holding his fully erect penis in his hand. He was leering at her with an expression of surprise, that rapidly changed to pleasant anticipation.
"Well, if it isn't my baby sister!" Bob cried, not relinquishing his tight grasp of his cock for a second. "Well, what are you staring at? It's not the first time you've seen my cock!"
The obscene words stunned Jean, and she stood there in her robe and a whole flood of unpleasant memories started coming back to her. No, it wasn't the first time at all ... she'd seen it first one night when she was seventeen and her brother had been drinking as usual and had come to her room. The things he had done to her, and subsequently made her enjoy, several more hot summer nights in her room, made her face burn now. It had been easy to pretend that those things had never happened ... very easy to convince herself that she'd never moaned beneath her own brother's body, her own young form crying out for satisfaction, and finding it in her brother's arms. She'd even convinced Tom when they'd first met that she was a virgin ... and convinced herself as well. But the truth was staring her in the face ... and she couldn't take her eyes off the lewd instrument in her brother's hands.
"Why don't you come over here and sit on me?" Bob said in a low voice. "Remember ... I taught you how to do that one night ... I remember ... Mom was sleeping right in the next room ... and you pumped that hot little ass of yours up and down ... and...."
"Stop!" Jean screamed, turning and running back toward the door. But he was up and after her in a flash, grabbing onto her arms. She screamed and fought him off, crying hysterically all the while ... all the old childhood memories returning with full force ... the old horror ... how he had told her...."If you don't do it, I'll tell Mom!" and she'd believed him ... believed he'd actually tell their mother if she didn't go along with him. But she'd liked it well enough at night while it was happening ... it was only afterward and the next day that she'd gone through the torment of hell about it ... fearful that somehow Mom would've found out ... or that someone could tell.
His hands on her now were hot and rough, and the acrid smell of wine filled the room. She clawed out in a nightmarish fury, kicking and biting at him, but he was too strong for her, and after a few moments he managed to subdue her, holding her arms pinned down to her sides.
Smirking devilishly, one hand rose up and began to massage her right breast. Jean wriggled and screamed, "NO! NO!...."
"Your tits are still pretty nice, sis," Bob answered, fondling harder, searching for the nipple. Finding it, he pinched through the material of her robe until it grew hard beneath his fingers.
"Sssssssh...." he hissed lewdly, drawing in his breath through his teeth. Then quickly, his hand went down and forward toward the opening of her robe. He entered and yanked up the flimsy material of her nightgown, backing away from her kicking legs. Then just as her knee was coming up toward his groin, his hand slipped up into the fully spread split of her cunt.
Jean staggered backward from the searing contact, resisting the blinding flash of lust that sprang up within her burning crotch. All the rest was like a slow motion dream ... everything that happened was happening to another person ... and a sane, cool, appraising self was watching, and could see a woman lost in the throes of passion, responding blindly, groping out for fulfillment. It was as though a key had been turned in a lock that had been waiting all these years to be opened again, and she found herself using the old name for her brother ... in the same pleading tone of voice.
Her thighs and belly were afire, and all the old excitement was back ... the forbidden desire for him ... the longing for him to return to her room night after night ... the memory of the despondency when he no longer did. It had all taken place so long ago, and yet it seemed like yesterday.
Bob too, recalled the old days and found traces of Carol now in his sister. One day she would be like this, he thought as he pulled her down to the floor with him ... One day she'd be a full grown woman ... always remembering that he was the first one who'd fucked her!
His cock went straight for Jean's defenseless pussy, and when it stabbed home, she was already wet and open, ready to be fully penetrated.
"OOOOOOOOOOH SONNY NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" A loud wail of delight which her words could not admit escaped from her honey-red lips and Jean lay back trembling beneath her brother's long hard spear. It felt so good that she was afraid to move ... a man fucking her, wanting her again ... not the distant manipulations of her husband.
God she needed this ... needed it more than she knew! She strained up against him, wanting him deeper inside her yearning cunt. It was like becoming a teenager again, being with Bob this way ... it was like turning the clock back to the sweet agony of incestuous loving she'd denied all this time. She knew now that she could not longer dismiss what had taken place as the innocence of children exploring each other's bodies ... Bob had been no child, and neither had she. Her cunt had been inflamed then as much as now by his hard driving cock!
"Fuck deeper! FUCK DEEPER!" she screamed clutching up at him and drawing him down closer to her. Her nightgown was up around her neck and her full breasts brushed against the harsh fabric of her brother's clothes. He grabbed the cheeks of her greedily trembling ass and drove his stallion-like prick far into the gaping wetness of her pussy. His powerful body gathering more strength with each pile-driving thrust, he rammed his penis brutally into her clasping split.
"Oh, God...." she moaned, "OH FUCK FUCK!" Those were the words that counted now ... all the worst ones...."OH Fuck, shit, prick! FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" She hoped that her mother could hear them wherever she was ... that she was looking down at her daughter right now ... at her daughter and her precious son ... who could do no wrong! All of her obligations were gone, blissfully shattered, smashed by the fucking cock in her womb ... all thoughts of her strangely silent husband ... all the problems about her daughter ... all had disappeared. She splayed her legs out as wide as she could and allowed the thick blood-filled penis to smash her pussy to smithereens.
"OH GOD, IT'S GOOD! IT'S GOOD!" she cried out, receiving the brutal force of him in a state of raw lust. She had to have it ... and that was all there was to it! With wanton abandon she began to cum, shamefully fast, wondrously hard ... It was a crashing sharply spiraling orgasm, the kind that she knew would be followed by another ... and still another ... until all of her lust was milked from her hotly streaming cunt.
* * *
Tom was now well positioned between his daughter's thighs. He trusted that he had wet her vagina sufficiently with his tongue to allow the delicate coral slit to accept his cock. Holding onto Carol's slender ankles, he raised them and bent her back slightly, until he heard her gasp with pain. The full plane of her deliciously fuzzy young cunt was presented thusly to him, and he sensed that his daughter wanted him to hurry and enter her. Without warning, he forced the hardened blood-filled head to penetrate the small trembling opening. Flicking his hips forward with a grunt, he felt the quivering cunt lips give way to his lust-hardened prick. The tiny pubic hairs brushed against his cock and the stretching membrane expanded to receive him.
Carol threw her head back and screamed, "AAAAAaaargh!" Why was it hurting again ... would she never be big enough so that it wouldn't hurt? But with an angry stubbornness, she pushed her hips up to meet the searing pain of her father's penis, and it sunk almost halfway into her.
"NNNNnrgh!" She felt unable to move. It would hurt too much. She looked up at her father's face and saw him trembling above her, his eyes closed, face screwed up with passion.
"Tell me I'm not hurting too much ... tell me baby!" he muttered, unable to withdraw his cock from her tightness.
"Oh daddy...." she sighed, "Oh Daddy, I love you ... I love you Daddy!" Carol felt tears coming ... tears of pain as well as love. She was ruthlessly impaled. Was it possible that her father's cock was thicker than Uncle Bob's? It seemed that way. Yet, she wanted it in her and cooperated by holding her legs wide split, hoping that her cunt would open up just the tiniest bit more.
Tom fell forward onto her, collapsing in tears himself, at his young daughter's words. How long had he been waiting to hear them ... She threw her arms about his neck, and pulled her legs down around his back where they hugged him closer to her small body.
"Oh baby ... I love you toooo ... I ... I've wanted you so ... bad ... wanted this so badly!" Somehow his cock moved farther up, and then Carol's pussy was wet and unresisting, though still tight. By pressing harder his great penis wormed slowly up into the warm depths of her pink flesh, pushing the vaginal walls ahead of it in small fleshy ripples. Then they both quivered spasmodically as it landed with a thud against the tip of her womb, crushing heavily into her cervix.
"OH JESUS ... OH GOD HELP ME ... FORGIVE ME ... FORGIVE ME...!" Tom began to fuck her like a bull ... to ram his huge prick into her soft white belly with resounding crashes. He was inside her! At last ... He was fucking her! Every trick he ever learned in his life about lovemaking he brought into play now ... now when it was most important. It had to be the best fuck he'd ever had!
Carol was in an ecstatic state, her youthful pussy grown accustomed to her father's cock, flowered open, and sucked it into her, while her hands groped down between their legs, to touch the staff as it slid in and out of her hair-lined pussy. Her fingers closed around it down there, and she felt her hand being crushed by her father's weight as his hips drove down onto her again. Her own wet pussy brushed against her hand as well as the hanging pendulum of his balls.
"OH yes, yes ... yes daddy ... this way ... this way!" Her thumb stroked against her own upturned vulva, while her fingers formed a tight circle about his advancing and retreating prick.
She felt his hands repositioning, and then he manipulating her moon shaped ass-cheeks, creating another sensation down there. She winced as one of her father's fingers probed at her small puckered anus. Then it was popping suddenly inside the small nether ring of flesh and worming upward. She felt her rectal muscles automatically attempt to repulse the invading finger, and were it not for the strength of the ramming cock in her vagina, she would have attempted to get away from the strange sensation being caused in her rectum. His finger continued to roll around in the dark rectal passage, while his hand lay flat across her buffeting behind. Each time he pushed forward into her now, his finger slid up into her rectum. She was trapped between his cock in her vagina, and his finger in her ass, like another small cock ... it occurred to her that she was being dually fucked, and with a howl of delight, she started to cum.
"Oh God, daddy ... I'm going to CUM!"
"We'll cum together, baby...." Tom groaned, using the endearing term for the first time while he was making love to her ... as though she were not his daughter. "And then ... we'll do ... it again!"
CHAPTER 7
It was almost 4:30 A.M. when Tom crawled in bed beside his wife. He was grateful that she didn't appear to hear him. Otherwise she might have questioned him about his late arrival. Carol had sneaked into her room, and he had gone immediately to his bedroom ... exhausted and depressed.
He remembered Carol's last kiss, and her words...."Don't be upset Daddy ... It's wonderful!" Well, he wasn't so sure. In a way it was wonderful ... but in another way ... Supposing Jean found out ... or anyone else for that matter! She would never forgive him, he knew ... never. And perhaps he didn't deserve to be forgiven! Yet in some odd way, his heart seemed measurably lighter. All the dark foreboding thoughts that had plagued him for so long ... all of them centering around Carol, were gone ... and he knew that he would sleep that night ... He only hoped it would be a dreamless sleep. Tomorrow would be time enough to face the consequences of the delights he had taken from his daughter's lovely teenage body.
Jean breathed quietly beside him pretending to be asleep. Thank God, she thought ... Thank God he came in late tonight ... otherwise he might have noticed that I wasn't here ... Suppose he had thought to come looking for me up in Bob's room...! The thought made her break into a cold sweat. She mentally cursed her brother, and cursed her own body ... for giving in to him. She felt so dirty ... so cheap ... depraved was the word for it ... a statistic in some sociological study. Oh God how she'd carried on ... how his cock had brought orgasm after orgasm from her loins, until she'd been saturated with cumming ... living, breathing cumming! She shivered a little, careful not to touch her husband beside her, and felt her cunt grow wet. AGAIN! Just how many times could a woman cum? Surely she had set some record tonight. What an evil bitch she was, she thought, guiltily ... unfit to be a mother to her growing daughter ... or a wife to her husband.
Still, the following night, she found herself ,climbing the topmost stairs again. Telling herself that she was only going up to talk to her brother ... to persuade him to get a job ... maybe even to go to another town. But all along she knew just why she was going up there ... she was going to get relief ... to get the same kind of relief she had gotten the night before ... relief from the memory of how Tom had acted toward her all day ... on edge and uneasy, nervous about something he would not share with her as usual ... and Carol had come home from school and gone to her room without a word, looking pale and withdrawn. Sometimes Jean felt it was all just too much to bear. How could one woman be expected to cope with these things? She bit her lip, as she felt a distinct twitching in her clitoris. The fabric of her panties ... (Tom had just left for work, and she hadn't yet gotten undressed) rubbed against her moist slit as she climbed each step, and she was beginning to feel hot all over, and a little faint.
"Open up," she called, with a sinking feeling. She was really lost now ... truly debased. "Bob, it's Jean...."
* * *
Carol finally woke up after having slept for several hours straight, right after school. She'd had a big argument with her boyfriend Bud at school when he'd sensed something different about her ... and accused her of seeing another boy. The accusation had infuriated her ... nothing could be farther from the truth. To her mind, sleeping with her Uncle Bob and then Daddy hadn't anything in common with going out with a boy other than Bud. The fact that he would think her unfaithful irked her, and after a heated exchange in front of the school, she had told him she was much too tired to go out on their planned date that evening. And wakening up now refreshed, Carol realized that it was quite true. She had been up with her father terribly late, and they had done so many wonderful things together! And still she'd managed to get to school. It was a wonder she'd made it at all, she felt now, realizing just how tired she'd been.
She saw by the dial on her luminous clock-radio that it was only about 9:20 P.M....still early ... too early to go to sleep at any rate. She switched on her bed light and sat up in bed, her blond hair falling softly around her shoulders. All day in school she'd thought about her father, and how much she loved him. It was the most reassuring feeling in the world to know how much he loved her, too. She felt completely secure for the first time ... and it was a wonderful feeling. She'd told her father so the night before just before they'd both gone to bed.
But she still loved Bud ... loving her father was different from loving Bud. Trying to straighten the whole thing out in her head she concluded that she still looked forward to the time when Bud would make love to her ... and, she reasoned, it would really be the first time then! She decided suddenly to call Bud right away to apologize for the argument they'd had earlier. Pulling on her robe, she went out into the hall to use the upstairs extension. She passed the stairway leading to Uncle, Bob's room, and decided she didn't ever want to make love with him again. Daddy was much, much better!
The phone rang several times before a mature voice answered.
"Hello, may I speak to Bud please?"
"Just a second ... Bud! It's for you!
Carol felt a chill run through her when she heard Bud's voice on the phone. "Hello, darling," she said breathlessly. "I'm calling to tell you that I'm yours, yours to do anything you want with!" She had read the words in a magazine recently and had made a mental note then to say them to Bud. Now was the time, and she used her sexiest voice to get the idea across.
The effect on Bud was instantaneous. "Do you really mean it Carol ... I mean ... can I see you tomorrow ... it's Saturday and I've saved up some money . ... we can do anything you want!" His heart was pounding as he spoke, and the prospect of being with Carol again ... perhaps making love to her ... really making love made him feel clammy inside.
"Yes, darling ... I'm sure Daddy will let me go out ... I've straightened out a few things with him!"
She blew him a kiss into the phone and hung up, after they had arranged a time and meeting place for the following night. Then pleased with herself at having straightened out so much of her life already, Carol started back toward her room. But when she reached the bottom of the steps leading to Uncle Bob's room, she heard an odd sound and stopped to see if it would happen again.
"AAAaaaaargh!" a loud scream came from the door upstairs. Carol's blood ran cold ... it sounded like someone being killed! She climbed the stairs two at a time and reached the top and waited.
"OH SONNNY ... IT HURTS TERRIBLY ... NO ONE HAS EVER ... AAAAAAAH!"
Carol peeked in through the keyhole, having recognized her mother's voice, and to her amazement, she saw her mother on the floor on her hands and knees ... completely naked. Her large white breasts hung down toward the floor, and her white rounded buttocks were sticking straight up in the air toward Uncle Bob. Astounded, she saw that Uncle Bob was naked, too, and his great heavy cock was stuck right in between her mother's buttocks. She was so shocked, that she almost fell backward down the stairs, but then her curiosity getting the better of her, she returned to the keyhole, kneeling down so that she would be more comfortable while she watched.
Inside the attic room, Carol could see her mother's face, completely contorted in abject pain and the wide, lascivious grin that spread across her uncle's face, revealing a great expanse of his yellowing teeth...." NO, Sonny ... please ... stop please...." Jean begged, but her brother held her captive, his massive hands gripped tightly around her waist.
"Fuck back!" he ordered. "I ain't all the way in ... Fuck back!"
"Oh, God ... it's too big! ... It hurts too much...."
But Bob ignored her, shoving mercilessly into her as he dug into her flesh with his hands. "Shove back, damn it!" he hissed at her. "Push your ass back!"
Jean could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain ... unbelievable torture. It was as if a great wooden totem pole was being rammed into her body.
"Push back!"
She did, opening her ass with a deliberate mind shattering effort and his huge prick surged up into the spongy, resistant flesh without mercy.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrgggggg...." she screamed in pain, her face a contorted jungle of twisted horror. But above her, Bob, crooning with delight, pushed his way into her tight resistant rectum until the flat surface of his stomach slapped up against the protruding cheeks of her upraised buttocks.
"OH ... OOOHH ... OOOHHH!!!" She gasped for breath as his huge pole of flesh dug its way deeper and deeper into her virgin passage. She groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her white buttocks. She heard him give off a harsh whine of passion as he began to saw rhythmically deep into the soft confines of her bottom.
Gasping for air himself, Bob began spearing savagely and without the slightest mercy, deep up into the softness of her back passage. Gradually her pain eased a little, though it was still a mixture of great hurting and humiliation. But suddenly, she began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his loins and began undulating her body, moving her buttocks in tiny sensuous circles. By degrees the pain lessened and a certain stimulation began to blend with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her hair a crazed entanglement hanging over her face as he rammed again and again and again.
Her own brother was sodomizing her! The very thought sent a huge ripple of perverse pleasure throughout Jean's trembling body. She tried to think about it, but each time his brutal thrust would drive her forward she would squirm back onto his beautiful cock until soon she was filled with an all pervading masochistic ecstasy. The pain had become pleasure. The humiliation, joy.
Kneeling above her, Bob watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. At first, the pressure on his prick had been almost unbearable, but now it was as if he had finally found what his prick had been searching for, for so long. He watched as it disappeared right up his sister's ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch showed, reaching far up into her shaking belly. His balls ached and his prick was bursting with thousands of tiny sparks of hot, intense pleasure as he moaned and undulated her bottom back and around in an effort to increase his pleasure.
Jean groaned like a crazy woman, her beautiful face flushed, her eyes rolling in her head, panting like a bitch in heat as she threw her ass back at him in a maddening circling motion. Bob had always wanted to do this to his sister. He had tried when they were teenagers, but she had really fought him off then and he thought better of it. But now ... now, he could do with her as he liked. And he was ... digging his cock into her ass and leaving it there, hearing her moan and mewl with delight as he wiggled his hips and probed, moving around inside her anyway he goddam liked!
"Oh, yes ... Sonny, yes ... fuck me hard ... fuck me gooooood...."
The sound of the obscene words spewing from his sister's mouth sent Bob into a new frenzy of increased lust and he rammed into her wide-stretched asshole with a new fervor that nearly sent her sprawling across the room. She was really his now!
Digging his prick into her and leaving it there, he listened to her groan while he simply joggled his loins and moved it gently around in her dark rubbery channel like a probing snake. He slipped it back out until just the tip remained buried in her and then plunged it right in again in one long, agonizingly smooth stroke. His prick tingled, his balls felt alive. He knew he could cum anytime now, but he wanted it to last just for a while longer before he felt the rush of his hot sperm bursting into Jean's clutching anus.
He began to rub rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her young body bucking before him and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her, stretched anus like fire.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...." Jean screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. "Oh, Cum ... for god sake's ... cum ... ccuuuuuummmm...."
Bob touched her roundly stretched anal lips with his finger, feeling the heat of friction where his cock slipped in. Jean mumbled incoherently, her head flailing from side to side. He pulled her back onto his prick, now swollen beyond anything he had ever experienced before.
And beneath his back-breaking attack, Jean felt the first delicious torrents of her brother's hot, white semen splutter into the depths of her rectum, its warmness surging through her body like a volcanic eruption. The never before felt sensation touched off her own climax and she screamed as the great gush of pleasure rippled through her and then she could feel his hot, thick sperm running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the slit of her naked pussy where it met her own sexual fluids and the two mingled warmly as they seeped down her legs and onto the carpet beneath them.
Outside the door, Carol's fingers searched out the inside of her gaping vagina as her eyes remained glued to the keyhole.
"Wow!" she whispered to herself. "There's no end to what I've got to learn. No end in sight!"
CHAPTER 8
It was odd, Carol thought much later, how she hadn't even realized that they'd stopped fooling around inside Uncle Bob's room. She'd been preoccupied with her own desire-drenched pussy, having finally decided to lie down outside the door so that she could have more comfortable access to her own hungrily calling vagina.
She lay in her room now, still tingling all over and shaking with excitement at the thought of what had happened. And she wondered if her mother was in her room thinking about it, too!
Jean at the same moment lay trembling in her bathroom, completely immersed in a tub full of warm water, save for her head ... and she felt like dunking that in, too. The water was calming her some, though ... and she wondered what on earth she should do next. Hadn't she gone just about as far as one could go, sunk to the lowest depths imaginable? It still didn't seem possible to her that what had happened in Bob's room had actually taken place. How had it come about that she had had sex with her own daughter? Not only done it, but enjoyed it too ... beyond her wildest dreams of enjoyment? And what of Carol? ... She foresaw her growing up warped and promiscuous, sitting in some psychiatrist's office telling him of the night she'd made love with her mother, after watching her mother and uncle fucking like two rutting animals in heat.
Jean covered her eyes with her hands in an effort to block out the horror she felt, and still seemed to see clearly, happening before her very eyes. It was hideous now, yes, but at the time it had been otherwise. It had seemed almost natural ... as odd as that thought seemed.
Carol pulled the covers up over her head and breathed in the warm musky sexual odors of the lovemaking that had taken place such a short time ago. Mentally, she ran over the events leading up to the whole thing.
The door had opened brusquely and Uncle Bob had found her sprawled in front of the door, her nightgown raised, and her fingers stuffed halfway up her quivering vagina.
Wordlessly, he bent over and scooped her up, carrying her inside with him. Setting her down in the middle of the room, he pointed to the prone figure of her mother, stretched out upon the hooked rug, knocked out by the sheer force of her brother's lovemaking. Carol stared fascinated at the widespread legs, the blond pussy, much like her own, but larger. It was wide and gaping and she could see trails of cum slipping from its insides. She realized that Bob must have taken her mother the regular way after doing it from the back. Her mother's eyes were closed, Carol noted with relief, and she appeared to be sleeping peacefully. A noticeable tremor passed through her as she observed her mother's thighs twitch a little in memory of her lusty excitement. Bob stood nearby watching, but Carol had almost forgotten his presence she was so taken aback by this new intimate view of her mother.
She jumped when her uncle leaned over to her and whispered huskily in her ear, "I think you'd might enjoy it better if you got a better view!" His hand pressed heavily on her shoulder and she soon found herself down on her knees between her mother's legs.
Bob chuckled evilly, pleased with the unusual tableau he was setting up. What a stroke of luck! he thought to himself. A stroke of genius! Far better than having either one of them separately ... he could have the two together! A real mother-daughter combination!
Carol slowly began to remove her robe and nightgown. The memory of what her father had done to her was still fresh in her mind, and something within her urging her ... (Uncle Bob's presence had little to do with it) ... Why couldn't she do to her mother what Daddy had done to her? The fact that her mother enjoyed making love with Uncle Bob had seemed a little strange to Carol, at first ... but now, it all blended in with the general pattern of things. She had done it ... why not her mother ... But did Daddy know about it? Carol's mother caught her breath and began to move, and Carol realized that it was now or never. Behind her she heard a stirring, and assisting her natural inclination, Bob's thick hand pushed her head down until it was nuzzling into the warm wet pussy stretched out before her.
Jean woke to the tender lapping of a small tongue at her cunt. Her first thought was that it was her brother...."OOooh Sonny you shouldn't ... but oh my it feels good!" Her eyes were still closed and the steady licking sent chills racing along her spine. She wanted to protest, but then she fell back with a sigh of resignation as the wonderful feeling of soft wet lips pressing tightly against her naked cunt continued. The swirling sensation began to build in her loins, and although her behind was sore from its recent invasion, she spread her legs a little wider.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
Carol was inundated by her mother's personal scent. The taste of her was at once familiar and totally strange. It seemed hard for her to realize that she herself had one come from between these very legs ... and now she was giving her mother pleasure there. Her mother told her that it hurt to have babies ... apparently it hurt pretty bad. Perhaps, Carol thought, taking the little pointed clitoris up between her teeth, perhaps I can make it up to her this way.
"OOOOooooh! MMMMMMMMMN!" Jean writhed slowly above her, and Carol, her chin, nose and cheeks immersed in the soft wetness licked slowly and carefully, trying to feel out the most sensitive places with her tongue. The surfaces were smooth and slippery but also ridged and Carol thought that she would never get bored with exploring the wondrously varied area of her mother's cunt. She felt lost in the moist secretions, secretions that she knew were being simultaneously mimicked in her own young cunt. For this was by far the most exciting thing that she had done yet ... the most daring and the most pleasureful!
Jean's legs began to shift nervously, and she felt herself swooning with pleasure. She ought to push Sonny away ... she ought to forbid him to touch her ... but she couldn't give up this new sensation! Slowly she put her hands down, pulling Sonny's head in closer to her straining pussy. She could feel his hair running through her fingers as he licked still harder into her split crevice. It was a short moment later that she knew with certainty that it wasn't Bob sucking her. The head that moved beneath her hands was too small to be Bob, the hair was too fine and long to be a man's.
In abject terror of what she was about to see, Jean opened her eyes and screamed, kicking her legs out wildly and attempting to scramble to her feet.
"CAROL! CAROL! CAROL! ... WHAT ... WHAT ... WHAT ARE YOU ... WHAT ARE YOU?"
Bob jumped up out of his spectator's chair and grabbed his sister by the arms. "Come on, sis! Lie back down!"
Carol rubbed her wet mouth on her arm and watched as Bob subdued her mother who had collapsed in hysterics now, her entire body quaking as huge sobs racked her body. Bob motioned Carol to continue, and with some trepidation, Carol tried to spread her mother's legs once more.
"NONONONONONO!" Jean screamed...."AM I GOING COMPLETELY CRAZY?????" Her own daughter was kneeling before her, completely naked, spreading her legs, and her brother was pulling her back so that Carol could do as she liked. Jean's eyes bulged out in disbelief as Carol's head ducked down and was once again buried in between her thighs. Jean let her head fall helplessly back to the floor and a stream of babbling sounds came from her mouth. Bob had moved forward so that he could help Carol keep her mother's legs open, as well as prevent her arms from moving.
"SHIT," he thought, "WHY THE HELL NOT?" He'd seen this sort of thing before in his travels ... nothing unusual about it ... except of course for the family relationship!
The idea of a woman touching her was in itself a disgusting concept to Jean ... and the fact that the woman in this case was no woman at all, but a little girl....her little girl ... was the most obscene thing that she could imagine. The hideous feeling in her abused pussy was making her sick. She thought that she would die then and there ... and if by any chance she didn't die, she would certainly commit suicide later. She didn't know who to blame ... Bob, Carol ... her own lasciviousness with her brother ... when it came right down to it, it had to be her fault ... Carol was her daughter wasn't she? Alien, yet familiar (so familiar!) fingers crawled over her helpless flesh, moving up along her rib cage, after traversing her stomach. She couldn't move. WHY WAS BOB DOING THIS...? WHY WAS CAROL DOING THIS? HAD THE WORLD GONE MAD? HAD SHE ALREADY DIED AND GONE TO HELL? This would be suitable punishment no doubt for her sins ... and she didn't doubt that it would go on forever and ever. The small mouth rubbed insistently against her vulva, the tiny tongue flicking lewdly at her tortured flesh. Carol's fingers were at her breasts pulling on her nipples tenderly, making her gasp out and cry. She had nursed Carol as a baby, had felt her little mouth sweetly close around those same nipples, that same mouth that now churned so avidly in her cunt ... so hungrily down there in her private parts. Everything about it was forbidden. She could feel Carol's small breasts rubbing against her thighs as she sought closer body contact with her mother, her own excitement mounting with each stroke of her tongue.
"CHRIST! LOOK AT HER GO!" Bob cursed, strengthening his grip on his sister. The awful words had an odd effect on Jean. There was something so devastatingly surreal about the situation, that she decided suddenly for the sake of her sanity that it wasn't real. The soft buffeting of Carol's tongue in her pussy increased, and as her daughter's smooth white teeth closed around her clitoris once more, Jean lifted her entire pelvis up from the floor and let out a shattering screech of shuddering, maddening surrender. All revulsion was magically replaced by an overwhelming desire. Her daughter was sucking so well, with such fervor while her small fingers reached up, plucking at her pebble-hard nipples ... and then another finger was shoving into her anus ... was it Carol's or Sonny's ... she didn't know ... no longer cared. She felt the tight nether ring of flesh open up once more as the finger slid higher into her already ravaged behind.
"OOOOOohhh GOD, it's vile ... it's ugly ... ugly ... ugly!" But she found that her arms were free now, and she almost unconsciously reached down to grasp Carol's head again ... this time knowingly ... and she clasped its golden bobbing surface to her open loins, feeling the grinding against her swollen clitoris increase at the same time to a delectable crisis of delight.
Something else was happing down there, but she dared not contemplate what ... She could hear loud grunts from her brother that mingled with her own, and Carol was groaning softly and piteously like a purring cat, into her distended pussy. She lifted up slightly so that she could see what was going on, and she saw Bob fucking into Carol from the rear, his cock evidently ramming up into her vagina, thereby forcing Carol's head into her own cunt with that much more ferocity. Her first instinct was for her daughter...."My baby!...." she thought...."My own brother is fucking her ... he's fucking my little girl!" But then she was starting to cum, and there was nothing she could do about it ... nothing she wanted to do, but make it better!
"OH HONEY STICK YOUR FINGERS IN MY CUNT ... QUICK ... NOW ... NOW!"
Carol's fingers slid from her mother's rectum, and entered the yawning cavern of her wildly aroused pussy. She felt the clasping vaginal muscle close wetly around her inserted fingers and her mother tilted her pelvis so that she could slide further back into the streaming silken channel of her sex.
Carol licked as though she were trying to make her mouth fuse with her mother's genitals. She could feel her mother's orgasm ... on her fingers ... The convulsions were wild, and strong, and she thought her fingers might be broken by her mother's strangling climax. "OH SUCK ... SUCK IIITTT ... I ... LOVE ... IT ... LOVE IT! ... OOOOOOHHH ... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
Carol panted into the steaming flesh in front of her, as her own pussy was flaring out around her Uncle Bob's cock, and she was grateful to him for taking her ... she was so excited that she had to cum ... had to cum right now, in fact. "AAAAAAAAAH!" she cried out, jiggling her hand higher inside her mother's wildly contracting pussy. "AAAAAAAHH!"
Bob grunted and jerked his cock sharply up into his niece's pussy, letting out the newly accumulated sperm with a groan. Then he fell over heavily onto Carol's upraised buttocks, forcing her flat against her mother's lower belly. The three of them quivered and trembled together for a short while before Bob withdrew his limp penis from Carol's vagina and walked around to fix himself a drink. When he returned he found that the two women hardly missed him. He chuckled lewdly to himself as he saw Carol's buttocks wriggling above Jean's face, her small pussy implanted in her mother's noisily sucking mouth, while Carol went down on her mother for the second time.
"Greedy guts!" he murmured, downing his drink.
* * *
Exhausted, but happy, Carol fell into a deep sleep, wondering what new delights the next day, Saturday, would bring. Whatever happened she felt sure that she would be ready for it!
CHAPTER 9
Tom woke up Saturday morning early to find that Jean was still sleeping beside him.
"Mmm," he thought, "That's not like her. She ought to be up fixing the kid's breakfast or something."
He'd finally decided to get up, because his dreams had been bothering him. He kept seeing Carol being attacked by monsters ... dogs, horses, bulls ... and each time, he'd run and try to help her, but she'd look up and smile and say ... no daddy, it's too gooood and my pussy's so wet ... don't stop them. And he would be forced to watch the obscene lovemaking. Invariably it turned out to be a wet dream ... and he found that very depressing to say the least. He hadn't seen Carol, except in passing since that night two nights ago ... but it seemed like forever and he was aching to see her. To feel her hot little snatch against his cock again. He wondered if he should ask her to the office that night. "Oh God, you bastard," he said aloud to his haggard bathroom mirror image. "You can't ever touch her again ... you just can't!"
Carol woke up early, too, with the joyous knowledge that she was going to see Bud that evening. Her mother's exquisite beauty lingered on the brim of her mind, with a bittersweet kind of love attached. She recalled having felt such strong emotions when she'd been entangled with Jean that she'd wanted to melt right into her ... to be her ... the strong sensation, that she was her mother ... made from her mother's body, overpowered her, brought out by this new shocking intimacy. It made her feel good all over, and in some way mysteriously established her own reality, her very existence in the world, once and for all. Father and daughter met on the landing, and Tom resisted the temptation to draw her into his arms right then and there.
She looked crisp in a short wool dress with matching cream-colored tights, and Tom wondered just how any normal man ... even a father could be expected not to desire her. She's made for loving, he thought as they descended the steps to the dining room.
Carol was glad to see her father again, but she had other things on her mind now, and she was a little preoccupied. Only Tom's brief caress of her breasts in the kitchen recalled to her body a semblance of the pleasure she had felt in her father's office two nights ago.
"Daddy!" she squealed, feeling delicious thrills run through her breasts.
"Yes, baby?" Tom asked, standing close by, an expression of supreme torment twisting his handsome features.
"Oh, nothing, Daddy," Carol replied. "Can I fix you some breakfast? I don't think Mom's going to be up for a while."
Tom wondered why Carol seemed to know that Jean would oversleep that morning, but he decided to let it pass. Right now he was trying to figure out how to ask Carol to come to his office that night.
Carol fixed him toast, black coffee and scrambled eggs, and while he enjoyed the food prepared by his darling daughter's hands, he alternately decided that he would never lay hands on her again, and that he would fuck her within an inch of her life that very night! Maybe even that very moment ... He rashly visualized taking her into the den, locking the door and doing it to her right there.
"What is that perfume you're wearing, darling?" he asked, as she brushed by him and a billow of the odd scent met his nostrils. "It's called Forever and Ever Yours! Do you like it?" Carol asked, sipping her instant cocoa across from her father.
"Love it," Tom answered, gulping back the hot liquid from his coffee mug. "By the way ... sweetie, I didn't hurt you ... I mean you're not...."
"Oh No, Daddy," Carol interrupted, "You didn't hurt me at all ... I feel just fine ... better than ever, if anything." she added thoughtfully.
Tom was relieved that he hadn't done his daughter some irreparable physical damage, and as for the mental part, she seemed to be taking it in her stride. A little of his guilt fell away, and he decided to ask her.
"What are you doing this evening, sweetheart?"
"Oh I'm going out with Bud ... I was sure it would be alright with you ... so I told him we'd probably go to see a movie ... or something." Carol didn't see how her father could possibly object to her seeing Bud again ... or doing anything she wanted to from now on, for that matter. She was unprepared for her father's stammering reply, and stared at his reddening face in disbelief.
"OUT! OUT? With that ... that .. kid who ... who did it ... who...."
"Oh Gee whiz ... Daddy...." Carol replied, exasperation showing in her voice. "You've got to be kidding! ... Besides Bud didn't do it to me!"
"Do you mean to sit here and tell me that that night I found you lying on your bed you hadn't just been with Bud ... that he hadn't just gotten through...."
"That's right!" Carol answered ambiguously ... thinking that at least she wasn't lying ... no use telling him that she'd been de-virginized by Uncle Bob's hard penis ... that might really make him upset.
Tom lapsed into a constrained silence, his mind working quickly. She had no reason to lie to him ... he thought ... therefore she must be telling the truth ... maybe his own dirty, distorted thoughts had clouded his mind so that when he'd seen her there he'd immediately jumped to false conclusions. But what of those marks? God, those could have been caused by anything, he reasoned, dirt, or spots of makeup ... anything ... In that case, he realized ... he had been the first ... the first one to test his daughter's little golden pussy! The thought was staggering ... and it made him both exuberant and frightened at once.
"You mean...." his face brightened perceptibly.
Carol decided to gain control of the situation, her instincts already working like those of a grown woman. "Oh daddy. ... Bud's just a little boy." And I'm in love with him! she added silently to herself.
Tom realized that of course, she was right ... he was only a little boy. Why he'd had his own first sexual experience when he was sixteen ... and Bud hadn't even reached that advanced age yet. This new thought cheered him immensely.
"Well, I was going to ask if you'd like to come and spend some time at the restaurant tonight. You could have dinner with me there, and then...."
Carol spoke up quickly, "Maybe after the movie, daddy...." She got up and started clearing the dishes away, aware of her father's eyes on her bottom as she walked away from him.
"O.K. sweetie," he answered, finally, "Whatever you say!"
A sense of power swelled inside her as she scraped the plates into the disposal, and turned on the grinding unit. Things had certainly changed between her and daddy ... changed for the better! Smiling, she turned and walked toward him. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him briefly, but full on the lips, managing to escape his probing tongue before it had entered her dewy mouth.
"Got to go to cheer-leading practice, Daddy ... Maybe I'll see you later tonight, O.K.?!"
Frustrated and disappointed, Tom watched Carol run into the living room to the closet, and from there he heard her getting into her boots and winter coat.
"You have cheer-leader's practice this time of year?" he asked.
"Sure Daddy ... can't get out of shape you know!" Carol called, rapidly heading toward the door.
"I guess not," Tom said to himself, hearing the front door slam shut. All he could do was hope that she'd show up later that afternoon ... or barring that, that she'd come to the restaurant after the movie. It felt odd to have his daughter's life suddenly taken out of his hands ... it seemed somehow as though it should be just the other way around now ... but to his dismay, he realized that he would have very little say with Carol from then on.
He went into the den and turned on the television set ... it looked as if he was going to be alone in the house for a while ... what with Jean still in bed ... and that no good brother of hers would no doubt sleep till all hours as usual.
He sat watching the end of an evangelist's show. The man was telling him that he could be happy ... completely happy TODAY ... that it was all up to him.
"Well," he thought miserably, turning the channel to a winter sports program, "That's just beyond me!"
* * *
Carol skipped out into the bright morning sunlight. The snow sparkled cheerfully about her, and she thought once more that winter was her favorite time of year. She was better at skiing and ice-skating than she was at the summertime sports like swimming, although she loved the beach. She recalled with pride having won the girls' open figure skating contest the year before, and having had her picture in all the local papers.
She thought maybe she'd sneak back to the house later and get her ice-skates if Bud wanted to go down to the creek with her. She'd have to see what he felt like doing. They had agreed to meet early ... to spend the entire day together ... and Carol headed toward the park in the center of town where she and Bud had a special place that they considered theirs.
The park was filled with sledding children and the duck ponds were all dried up. Carol went past the sledding slopes toward the more secluded rose garden. Mounds of snow covered the bare rose bushes and heavy boards covered the smiling statues that normally graced the area. Bud called to her before she spotted him and she saw him come out from behind one of the boarded up statues. She ran up to him and gleefully kissed him.
"Oh Bud," she cried hugging him joyfully, "It seems so long since I've seen you ... so much has happened!"
"I saw you just the other day...." Bud replied, "And what's happened?" he asked suspiciously.
They started to walk. "Oh nothing really important ... what is important is that I'm out of the house and we can do anything we want!"
"I have a surprise, Bud said, his heart pounding as it had all morning in anticipation of their meeting.
"What? What is it?"
"A car...."
"A CAR? Whose car ... Oh, how wonderful!"
"It's my brother's ... it's over there ... We can go out of town if you want ... over toward the college maybe. You know my brother goes there, but he's home this weekend."
"Oh let's!" Carol exclaimed, jumping up and down gleefully.
The green car was the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen. She'd no idea that Bud even knew how to drive ... much less that there was any possibility of him getting hold of a car. Feeling very adult and recalling all the movies she'd seen where the young girl, looking carefree and beautiful, got into the car with her fianc' and they drove off in a cloud of dust.
The Chevy rattled a great deal, but the two of them felt as thought they were being transported by winged horses. Bud drove with one hand when the roads were empty, holding onto Carol's hand as the scenery sped by. They were both consumed with a low burning fever, and each time he squeezed her hand, Carol thought she would faint. She could hardly wait until they reached a place where they could be alone ... really alone!
They drove fifty miles northward towards the small college town where Bud's brother was a pre-med student. Carol didn't really care where they were going, just so long as they were on their way. She tucked her legs up under her and felt cozy snuggled beneath her seat belt. She wouldn't ordinarily have put it on, but Bud had insisted ... telling her how his older brother had had them installed in the old model Chevy at his own expense. Carol liked the way that Bud spoke about his brother, Paul ... it made her want to have a brother or a sister, too ... She made a mental note to speak to her mother and father about it and then turned on the car radio.
It was almost 5:30 P.M. by the time they completed their tour of the college campus. They'd had a hamburger earlier and had watched a hockey game, pretending to be college students themselves. It was already starting to get dark when Bud asked Carol when she had to be home.
"Whenever I say...." Carol answered, wondering why Bud had not yet suggested that they go off to some secluded spot.
"Gee, that's great ... my parents are away for the weekend ... and Paul couldn't care less how late I stay out ... Do you want to have dinner or something?" His arm was around Carol, and he enjoyed the feel of her fuzzy coat, and the thought of her small slenderness slipping around inside the big coat set his mind to spinning.
"I'm not hungry ... are you?" Carol asked significantly. They were sitting on a bench in front of the Science Building, watching other couples passing by.
"NO!" Bud gulped, "I'm not. I ... uh, thought we might go look at my brother's room. In the dorm ... hardly anybody's there on the weekend, and we could be ... alone!" Although he wanted to be with her in the privacy of his brother's room, he felt uncontrollably nervous about it. Would he know what to do when the time came? Would he be able to do it? Would she like it? He had already worked himself up into a state about it, concentrating on nothing else the whole day. That was why he had put it off until now. Doubts and nagging thoughts of disaster plagued him now, as Carol gently led him to the direction of the dorm.
It was silly, he told himself ... to be afraid now. After all, he had touched her before ... and she had touched him! But he had never really seen her without clothes! And what was more, they had never been alone long enough to do all the things he knew Carol wanted to do. Well, he wanted to do them, too ... but somehow he wished now that the whole thing was over, or that perhaps something would prevent them from actually having his brother's room to themselves, thus postponing what he was coming to look upon as a test of his manliness. He sensed that the outcome of his meeting would affect the way he looked upon himself for the rest of his life. He tried to recall everything he had ever heard about making love. That was all that the other guys ever talked about, screwing, but somehow when it came to the details, they were always vague and closed lipped about it. It was very frustrating and even terrifying not to know exactly what to do!
His father had told him the 'facts of life' a few years ago and he remembered how disappointed he'd been with the information. What his mother had told him one morning, however, he'd found far more interesting. She'd said to him, out of the blue, before breakfast, "Whatever you do, son ... when you're grown-up, you must always be curious about women." His ears had perked up instantly, and he'd known immediately that what she was saying was not the ordinary type of advice he was used to getting. Then she'd added, "Curious about what pleases them and what doesn't."
"Sure, Momma," he'd answered, letting the words sink in. He thought he didn't exactly know what she was talking about then, but it seemed that if he remembered the words, one day he'd really understand them. He thought about asking if his father was curious, but then he decided against it. He wanted his mother to say things like that to him again, and he didn't want to say anything that would make her think better of it. Better not to say anything at all. His silence had paid off a few days later when she'd told him, "Contrary to popular opinion, Buddy, all women are not the same ... remember that ... they're quite different!"
Bud led Carol up three flights of stairs ... the elevator only worked during the week ... and then down a corridor and to the right and then they stood in front of room number 510. Bud knocked, silently hoping that Paul's roommate would have changed his plans for being off campus that weekend. But there was no answer, and Bud took out the key his brother had given him and unlocked the door. They entered on tiptoe, as though they were afraid of asking someone, but it soon became clear that the small room was vacant. There were two sloppily made beds, two desk and two windows. The bathroom was down the hall.
Carol giggled when she saw the pictures of naked girls that plastered the walls. Bud blushed and tried to ignore them. Not knowing just what to do first, he sat on the bed that he knew was his brother's and bounced up and down testing the mattress. Carol plunked down beside him and did the same. She didn't know just why, but she too, felt unaccountably nervous. They sat side by side making inane conversation that neither one of them paid much attention to, both being preoccupied with the nearness of their bodies.
"That's a really pretty dress," Bud said, running his finger along the fabric where it lay softly across Carol's legs.
Carol took the opportunity to throw her arms around his neck, bringing her lips quickly to his. Electric jolts ran through Bud as Carol's tongue pressed into the confines of his mouth. Her hands pushed his arms around her, and they both fell back onto the bed, still embracing.
It was already dark outside, the winter night having come quickly, and Carol and Bud soon lay in complete darkness. Bud felt his cock stiffening more with every second that passed and his whole body felt as though it had been plugged into an electric socket. He trembled out of nervousness and excitement, and tried desperately to undo Carol's dress at the back.
"Here," Carol said, "let me do it ... it doesn't work that way!"
"All right," he answered, feeling her pull away from him and sit up on the bed. She stood up and reaching back began to undo the clasp at the neck of the dress. Bud sat up part way and watched her, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light.
She wriggled a little after undoing the clasp and the fabric fell from her shoulders and then down over her hips. Bud devoured her with his eyes. She was wearing a short chemise type slip under the dress and her legs were clad in tights. Bud watched, his lips dry and parched, eyes burning, as she pulled down the elastic of her panty hose, and stepped out of them. He could see that she wasn't wearing any panties, and his eyes were riveted to the small blond triangle at the base of her belly. She moved sinuously, tauntingly, her own glazed eyes returning his stare as she lifted the chemise from her body, taking it off over her head, revealing the wondrous sight of her pale nakedness. To Bud, her body seemed to glow in the dark, taking on an other worldly quality. Her taut breasts jutted out sweetly and her ribcage tapered down to the small still undeveloped hips. Her waist was almost miniscule and her thighs were long and perfectly shaped. Yet with all her loveliness presented in front of him, Bud couldn't tear his eyes from the mystical blond triangle between her thighs. It seemed impossible that he had ever touched her there, and yet he knew he had.
"Do you like me, Bud," Carol asked, a small tremor in her tone. She was less sure of herself than she had thought she'd be. For some reason, this was different from anything she'd yet experienced. She didn't know why she was perspiring so heavily, or why she should suddenly feel so inexperienced. Perhaps it was because Bud was not an adult ... she thought. It would have been easier to handle either Uncle Bob or Daddy, even Mom in a way, than it was now with Bud. She tried not looking at him as he silently observed her.
"You're beautiful!" he said at last, and Carol breathed a sigh of relief.
"Aren't you going to take anything off?" she asked, almost timidly. Bud began to get out of his shirt and pants, flinging the discarded clothing away from him as he continued down to his jockey shorts and his undershirt. Finally he was completely naked. He saw Carol examining his body carefully and suddenly felt embarrassed. There certainly wasn't much for her to look at, he felt. But Carol seemed to feel differently, taking in the slender youth's well proportioned body, and the large boyish erection that rose from his groin. Realizing that her legs were trembling, and that she was cold, Carol suggested that they get beneath the covers and Bud coughed and pulled the rumpled sheets back climbing in first himself.
THIS IS IT! he kept thinking, THIS IS IT! There's nothing I can do to get out of it now! But as Carol's soft warm body slid in next to him, everything took on a new dimension. They lay side by side for a few moments, nothing touching but their legs. Bud felt his youthful cock tighten as more blood surged into the expanding head. He wished that he were far away from her ... that he would always be able to remain a boy, with a boy's innocence, but he knew as surely as Carol's small hand had begun to creep along his leg that that was utterly impossible.
"Oh, Bud," she sighed, turning suddenly toward him. He could feel the split of her legs pressing against his hipbone, rubbing a little against his skin. Then her hand was on his wildly erect penis, squeezing it tenderly, and he abandoned himself to the aching desire he'd been fighting. As her fingers moved up and down the shaft, Carol rubbed her moistening pussy up against him, beginning to moan softly to herself. Bud's prick jumped and twitched in her hand as he turned a little toward her, his legs intertwining with hers as he groped for her breasts. Finding them, his fingers moved quickly, pulling at the small mounds of sensitive flesh until they were red and swollen. He kissed her so hard that Carol began to gasp for breath.
"Oh God, Bud," she crooned, "Oh God!" She was bucking faster against him now, her hand pounding on his cock, slipping the foreskin up and down quickly.
"JESUS," he groaned, "I want ... I want to be inside yuh!"
"MMMMmmmnnngh Aaaaaaaaahhh!" Carol moaned and writhed against his hip and he could feel her cunt soaking wet against him. She clutched at him wildly, and he knew that she was cumming right there against his leg. The very thought of it almost made him cum himself, but he was able to stop himself just in time. Carol fell back in his arms, her passion momentarily drained, and Bud found himself turning slowly toward her, pushing her gently back, he whispered, almost to himself, "I want you so bad, Jesus, I want you!"
There was little guesswork now, he knew what he had to do. With his legs he parted Carol's limp unresisting thighs. She was all softness as though her orgasm had taken everything out of her. Waves of lust traversed Bud's throbbing cock, as he placed it in between her legs. Searching in the pink ragged opening for her vagina, he positioned himself.
"Jesus, she's wet," he thought, as the blunt tip of his penis slid a little to the side in the spread vee of Carol's pussy.
Carol shivered under him, and suddenly he pushed ... hard ... and felt his straining penis pulsating all the way up into the heavenly shaft of her cunt. It sunk deeper and deeper, filling her waiting pussy with all of its hardness. Carol grunted and opened her legs to receive him.
"OH CAROL!" he screamed, "OH YOU FEEL ... you feel so ... so!" words failed him as he fucked into her rhythmically, letting his pelvis smack against her groin each time as he drove into her. They began to move together spurred on by each other's cries.
"Oh never stop ... never stop ... Oh I ... I love you ... keep it up ... don't stop ... it's wonderful ... oh your sweet cock ... oooooooohh!"
The muscles and sinews of their young bodies were tightened to meet the demands of their lust. Had anyone seen them, they would have backed away from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Bud could feel himself cumming. It was starting somewhere behind him, coming toward him rapidly. His rock hard cock was immersed in softness and wetness and tightness and he was cumming! His cock stiffened and jerked and the white fluid started its projectile motion toward Carol's flaring womb. "AAAAAH!"
When she felt the hard splashes squirting back against her cervix, Carol's orgasm was triggered, and while there seemed to be flashing colors all around her, she released her climax, meeting his in a head on collision that sent them both spiraling to the outer limits of ecstasy.
As soon as Bud had cum, he knew he was going to have to cum again, and he started to move his limp penis about in Carol's sperm drenched vaginal tunnel. "I gotta do it to you again, honey," he said breathlessly.
CHAPTER 10
"But she's never been out this late before!" Jean spoke into the phone. She'd felt compelled to call her husband at the restaurant when Carol hadn't called or returned home by 1:00 A.M. She'd been pacing up and down all evening anyway, but when the time had passed and still no Carol, Jean was on the verge of hysterics.
Tom tried to hide the raw panic in his voice. "Oh God," he thought, "What's happened to her? God knows what's happened!"
"I'm sure she'll be home soon...." he said, trying to sound reassuring. He looked at the clock in his office and said, "If she hasn't come home by two, call me!" he hung up abruptly to keep from breaking down on the phone.
Jean replaced the receiver and ran up the stairs to her brother's room.
Tom poured himself a glass of bourbon and drank it neat. He looked at the picture of Carol that he had on his desk and collapsed in sobs, convinced that he would never see her again. And he had the reassuring knowledge to live with that it was all his fault. Whatever happened to her was all his fault.
He picked up the phone after having a sudden idea. Calling home, he wanted to tell Jean to call Bud's house. They ought to know where they'd gone at least ... The phone rang and rang and there was no answer....
"Now where in hell's name has she gone ... supposing it had been Carol calling ... that scatterbrained bitch!" He slammed the phone down and called information. Then, having gotten the number he wanted, he phoned Bud's house. No answer! Angrily he threw the phone across the room where it hit the wall and fell to the floor with a clatter.
* * *
"It's all our fault!" Jean screamed. "All our fault!"
Bob sat up on the edge of his bed, suddenly cold sober. His sister was right, he thought, what was more, it was probably more his fault than anyone's! God knows what trouble the kid could have gotten herself into. Maybe she'd even schized out, what with all the action she'd been getting.
"I'm going down to call the police ... she might have been in an accident ... Oh God, I'll never forgive myself ... maybe someone's murdered her ... maybe ... OH God!" The horrible possibilities were endless. Jean ran first to her medicine cabinet and swallowed two Miltowns, and then she called the police. She found them most uncooperative.
"Relax, lady ... you say she's thirteen? She's probably just out with her boyfriend ... maybe they fell asleep ... if you ah know what I mean? We get dozens o' calls like this every week! Well, give me the information any ... 5' 2", blond hair, blue eyes ... say sounds like a real looker!" Jean was sobbing into the phone. "Hey, control yourself lady ... I tell you the kid more than likely is okay. What was she wearing when you last saw her? Uh huh ... uh huh ... fine ... Listen, call us back if she's not in by morning, and then we'll see what we can do."
Jean slammed the phone down and ran into the bathroom where she was sick for almost half an hour. When she came out and dialed her husband's number again with shaking hands, the line was busy. She hung up and as soon as she did the phone rang.
"Who the hell have you been talking too?" Tom demanded.
"I ... I was just trying to get you" Jean stammered into the phone, guilt gnawing at the loose edges of her mind. She watched her brother Bob coming down the steps as she relayed to Tom what the police had said.
"I'm coming home," Tom said sadly. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
When Tom drove up to the house, he noticed right away that every single light was on. With a dead feeling in his stomach like a heavy weight, he knew that Carol had not yet returned home. Nevertheless, when he entered the house, he looked about him quickly hoping against hope to see her.
Jean and Bob were both standing in the middle of the living room. They had drinks in their hands but neither appeared drunk. They were too upset and on edge to get drunk. They hardly spoke to each other, each one lost in his own reverie of guilt and remorse. Tom held Jean against him, thinking of what she would do if she knew what he had done to their daughter, while Jean kissed him on the cheek in response, thinking the very same thing.
Bob watched them disconsolately, thinking of shooting himself. Once, he said, "She's only thirteen, for crissakes!"
The night went by slowly, and the threesome spent it calling every friend of Carol's who might have had a clue to her whereabouts, trying Bud's number again ... to no avail ... his brother Paul was out with his girlfriend and no one was at home. Then they would all be convinced that they were tying up the line and that Carol was trying to get through to call them to tell them about a flat tire ... or some innocent mishap that had prevented her from getting home. But as the time passed, and the morning approached they became more and more convinced that their worst fears had materialized.
Jean was picking up the phone to call the police again. The last time she'd called, the officer had barely veiled his annoyance with her. She was dialing the first two digits when Bob shouted out something.
"There she is!" he called from the living room, where he'd been standing looking out of the window.
Tom and Jean rushed to the window and looked out. Carol was walking lightly up the walk, her suede fringed pocketbook swinging. And she looked radiantly happy. She was a little taken aback by the scene that greeted her return home. The three of them fell upon her, alternately cursing her and kissing her, in relief that she had returned home safe and sound.
"Bud and I spent the night at the college...." she said, smiling at her distraught parents. "I didn't think you'd worry so ... I'm sorry, there wasn't any phone where we were ... and when we left we just drove straight here. I'll see you all later ... I'm still kind of sleepy," she continued, excusing herself.
None of them dared say anything of what they felt, for fear of what Carol might say. There were too many secrets between them that she might betray. So they watched wearily as Carol skipped up the stairs toward her room.
Tom called after her, "I'm coming up there to talk to you in a few minutes, young lady!"
"Fine, Daddy ... I'll be waiting for you!" Carol called back.
Within fifteen minutes they were face to face in Carol's room. Carol looked up at her father's angry face. She'd already thought everything out, and knew just what to do. "Daddy ... before you say anything would you let me do something to you ... something that Bud and I just worked out?"
Tom started to say something, but Carol had already knelt down in front of him, and started pulling down his zipper. It made a small obscene noise, and then he felt her cool fingers, digging inside his shorts, searching out his cock. It didn't take her long to find it, since it immediately loomed to enormous proportions while its owner stood frozen by lust and indecision.
"Your cock is so big, daddy ... much bigger than Bud's. Would you mind if I sucked it?" Without waiting for an answer, she took the whole enormous blunt end into her warm wet young mouth. Tom watched entranced as the top of his daughter's blond head began to bob up and down, and he felt his penis being engulfed beyond her full lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. A sensation like a whip snapping crashed through his body as Carol's saliva surrounded his cock, and she began to suck at his still hardened rod of flesh.
"Ooooh!" he groaned, forgetting what a lewd picture they must make, as the blinding crescendo of lust swirled around inside him. His daughter's hands were quick and bird-like on his cock while her mouth plunged insistently on it, her tongue darting about along the spongy surface of the head to tease at the glans.
Tom moaned above her, he had never felt anything I like this ... his baby girl sucking him off ... and sucking him good, by God! How could he have ever been angry with her ... how could he ever refuse her anything?
She sucked him hard and long until he felt that she was trying to extract every bit of moisture from his cock, and as he watched her head moving up and down, every now and then he'd get a view of her face.
"God, she's beautiful!" he realized. "A beautiful woman." His sweating palms tangled with her hair, and he moved her head back and forth on his penis, flicking his hips forward a little at the same time so that his long thick prick reached the very back of his daughter's throat.
Carol sputtered a little, half-gagging, trying to strain her mouth open enough to accommodate her father's over-sized penis.
"Oh shit!" Tom cried out...."OOOOOOOH!"
Feeling that he was about to cum, Carol sucked even more, her head wobbling about, her mouth working at the smooth flesh of his penis, teeth nibbling gently at the sides, tongue flicking rapidly from side to side.
And then it happened, waves of hot cum spurted into her mouth, running down her throat, filling and running down her throat until Carol thought she would choke!
She struggled to swallow the hot liquid, and gulped it down, hungrily, as her father groaned above her, his hands tugging her hair.
* * *
Later that night she went to her mother's room after she knew that her father had gone out to the restaurant.
Jean opened the door and cautiously admitted her daughter. She blushed frantically, thoroughly ashamed to look her daughter in the face. It was only when Carol threw her arms about her, that she felt that somehow everything would be all right again.
Jean hugged her daughter's small body close to her, crying softly into the young girl's hair. "Oh honey, can you ever forgive me? Can I ever be a real mother to you again?"
"Let's lie down, Mummy," Carol suggested, starting toward the bed. Jean followed her uncertainly, but pleased nonetheless that her daughter was at least still on friendly terms with her.
Carol lay down herself, and beckoned her mother to lie down with her. "You look tired Mummy ... I want you to promise me never to worry again like you did last night!" Jean lay down and gratefully promised her daughter that she would try to worry less. When Carol clasped her around the waist, she thought at first that it was a very sweet gesture on her daughter's part to be so concerned for her, but then as Carol's hands continued downward toward her belly, she began to feel uncomfortable. The uneasy sensations she had enjoyed a few short nights ago were being recalled by her recently insatiable body. Tiny goose bumps stood out on her forehead as Carol's hand reached her pliant pubic vee and slipped beneath her short gown to plunge up into its moisture. "Ah!" Jean threw her head back, and then hugged Carol closer, she had started to push her away, but then the fingers sliding against her clitoris became alive, wriggling about in her tender flesh like small electric eels. Her cunt was on fire! Carol watched as her mother gave herself up to her lovemaking. Her mother's big breasts were crushed tight against hers and she could feel her heart pounding against her.
"Oh Mother! You're lovely ... so lovely!"
Unable to take it any more, Carol threw herself on top of her mother's writhing body, lifting up her nightgown as she did so. Quickly she found her mother's cunt with her own, and smashed the hardness of her pubic bone against Jean's wide spread slit, brushing brutally against the prickly clitoris.
"OOooh Aaaaaah! UUUUUUUUGHHH!" Jean bounced up and down underneath her daughter's struggling form, picking them both up each time she lifted her crotch to meet Carol's. She was falling through space, her hungry pussy gladly accepting this bogus fucking from her daughter's wet greedily pounding cunt. The two women's juices melted together, their private genitals converging and bumping both harshly and sweetly together. Carol's tongue found her mother's and they kissed through their first climax, trembling to a shuddering stop in each other's arms.
* * *
When Carol left her mother's room, she went straight upstairs to the attic before returning to her room. She opened the door without knocking and found her Uncle Bob packing.
"Hi, Uncle Bob!" she said, closing the door behind her. "Going somewhere?"
Bob turned around to face his niece, his face blanching, "Yeah, honey, I'm cutting out!"
"Do you want to fuck me first?" Carol asked bluntly.
Bob thought about it a moment. "No, baby ... I think not ... I've already fucked you too much ... now you ought to fuck people your own age. I'm leaving town tonight ... and I don't expect to see you again until you make me a great uncle ... O.K. kid?"
"Sure Uncle Bob ... Good luck anyway!" She kissed him lightly on the cheek and left the room.
On her way downstairs she thought about how funny it was that Uncle Bob had said that about fucking people her own age. It was funny because that was the conclusion she herself had come to on the way back from the college with Bud. As a matter-of-fact she had told her mother and father just that ... separately, of course, when she'd had her final session with each of them. She'd told them regretfully that although she loved making love with them very much, she'd decided to be completely faithful to Bud now, since she was in love with him. Besides, it seemed much more normal, somehow!
Her mother had looked at her strangely, and her father had taken it kind of hard, but she'd also put in a request for a baby brother or sister, and she expected them to get to work on that soon.
Right now, she had to go finish up a True Romance comic she'd started earlier and then get ready for her date with Bud when she could get down to some real loving ... her pussy was already wet all over again, just thinking about it!
