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 Subject: UM 13 Ohio Racing On The Figure Eight Finale pt3
Codes: MF, Mf
Summary: Micky faces, and almost accepts, his feelings for Melissa.  He
and Anna go on a Valentine's Days date!  Does Anna have a wandering eye?

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Racing on the Figure Eight Finale Part 3 by Uncle Micky
UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com

   - Micky and His Girls

   Earning an advanced degree is not a simple thing to do.  First, you have
to have the desire to get such a degree.  If you could care less, then the
question is moot.  If you do desire such a degree, then there are many
hurdles and challenges in reaching your goal.  You must have the financial
resources to divert your focus from earning money to deeply researching a
topic.  You must have a great interest in, and curiosity about, your chosen
field and topic.  You must be ready to deal openly and honestly with four
to five professors who will dissect and question you about every word you
put on paper.  And lastly, you must have the physical stamina to work your
way through the process.

   This process can take from three to seven years, depending on the
individual's situation.  In Micky's case he had the resources, the drive,
and the time.  And, most of his distractions were of a positive nature.

   Prior to Christmas, the Dean of Micky's college called him in for a
conversation concerning his Assistantship position.  Dean Mitchell was a
very attractive fifty-something woman with a powerful intellect and one
seriously gorgeous set of gams.  Micky always enjoyed talking with her, and
she found him a refreshing breath of fresh air after dealing with post
adolescents and prima donna professors.

   Sadly she reported, due to funding cutbacks, the college was forced to
eliminate two assistant positions and the she wanted to see if Micky could
continue his studies without the college's financial support.  Of course
Micky didn't need the paltry dollars paid to him, and informed the Dean
that he could get by quite nicely without the stipend.  He offered to
continue supervising the student teachers free of charge; but, the Dean
made it clear that only students receiving assistance were to perform work
for the University.  She let him know that his office would still be his
and that she was excited to read his Prospectus.

   His Prospectus ...  Micky was behind schedule on producing the first
three chapters of his dissertation.  The Prospectus contains the
Introduction, the Review of Literature, and the Experimental Design of his
proposed research.  He was very close to being done, but wanted to give it
one more thorough review.  Reviewing one hundred and thirty-three pages of
academic work is no small task.  He already had two fellow students review
it in return for reviewing their work.  If what they were proposing was any
indication, Micky felt comfortable that he would fly through his
professors' reviews.  Still, he wanted perfection!

   Micky had until the first week of the spring semester to deliver the
Prospectus and then would meet with his Professors a week later for their
decision on his research.  Micky was praying for a green light!  He had
already set up experimental and control groups in schools across the state
and was only waiting for the testing results to come in during February to
start the onerous task of analyzing data.  He had been given approval to
start collecting data in the Fall, even though his Prospectus hadn't yet
been approved.  This decision was due to the ridiculous level of testing
kids are put through in the Spring now-a-days.

   As January passed, life was feeling pretty good for our boy Micky. 
Melissa changed, in some ways, after spending the Holidays with the Dolan
family.  She seemed so much less needy than before.  It was as if she had
gained some sort of new found confidence.  She understood that he would
need "free" time to pursue his scholarly activities.  Still, they spent a
fair amount of quiet time together.  She would read or work on her recipe
lists as he wrote or crunched data.  They were discovering that they could
be happy simply being together, doing different things.

   Winter up north involves skating.  As most northerners know, as soon as
you learn to walk, and winter rolls around, double blade training skates
are attached to your feet!  It's kind of like the term "hockey." Up north,
hockey is hockey!  Modifiers are only needed when identifying field,
street, air, or table hockey.  No one says ice hockey!  It's a given that
hockey is hockey.  Regardless, I digress; Micky decided that it was time
for Melissa to learn to skate.

   He took her out and bought her a brand new pair of Lake Placid skates.
They took their time and every Saturday morning they went to one of the
local rinks and skated.  Melissa was a quick learner and before long she
was skating very naturally.  Micky enjoyed taking her hands and skating
backwards with her, occasionally trying a few dance moves.  No matter what,
Micky always took ten or fifteen minutes to cut loose on the rink, going as
fast as the guards and conditions would allow.  It was highly exhilarating
and a great tension reducer.  He especially loved going backwards as fast
as possible, weaving in and out of the other skaters.  More than once he
was recruited by senior league players for their teams.

   It was a Sunday afternoon, Melissa didn't have to work that night, when
they went skating.  They went to a county run frozen pond to skate and had
more fun playing on the ice and snow banks than they imagined possible. 
Afterwards, they sat in a nearby café and drank hot chocolate.  Micky felt
genuinely at peace and Melissa thought of having another day like this;
but, with children along.

   Melissa was going to spend the night at Micky's place and when they
returned there, Melissa changed into some warm sweats and Micky grabbed a
quick shower.  Melissa was in the living room going through one of her
culinary journals by the time Micky came down the stairs, also wearing
sweats.  He built a fire in the fireplace and joined Melissa on the couch.
He had been having a tough time constructing the philosophical
underpinnings of his research model and, by the suggestion of one of his
professors, had two more books he needed to read.

   Melissa was sitting in the middle of the couch looking at a restaurant
magazine when Micky sat down to her left.  He cozied in next to her, opened
his book and began to read.  She snuggled up to him, tucked her feet up on
the couch and eyed her magazine.  Melissa shifted ever so slightly; Micky
assumed she was getting comfortable.  She held her magazine with her right
hand and shifted her left shoulder from behind his arm to the side.  At
first he didn't notice, but she settled her left hand down on his right
thigh.  Slowly she started to circle her thumb as she looked at her
magazine.

   Micky cleared his throat and re-sat himself, with his legs a little
wider apart.  Wearing a devilish smirk on her face, Melissa moved her
fingers across Micky's thigh and down, to the inside.  She then began a
very gentle massage of his inner thigh.  Micky cleared his throat again and
glanced at Melissa.  She was still looking at her magazine and pretended to
be unaware of her actions.

   Micky smiled, looked at the now crackling fire and returned to his book.
Melissa's hand started moving further up Micky's thigh and he looked at her
again.  This time, although she appeared to be looking at her magazine, she
was smiling.  Micky gently closed his book, held it in his left hand, then
carefully wrapped his right arm behind and around Melissa.  He leaned back
in the couch and scooted his hips forward a bit.

   Micky was watching Melissa as she glanced at him through her hair, put
her magazine down behind her and rolled over Micky's leg so that she ended
up kneeling between his legs.  She reached for the waistband of his sweats,
gathered the material and pulled the clothing down as Micky lifted his butt
to make her task easier.  She leaned back, removed his untied sneakers, and
deftly had his sweats off in a flash.

   "No boxers today, huh?  Going all commando, eh?"

   "Frankly, yes ...  kind of wanted the boys to swing free!"

   Melissa had her hands on his thighs, rising up on her knees and sliding
forward.

   "Swing free, huh?  Yeah, I can understand that."

   Melissa started to rub her obviously braless tits against Micky's knees.

   She sucked in air between her clenched teeth as her nipples grew hard
against Micky's legs.

   She ran her hands up his thighs, leaning forward again until his package
was framed by her thumbs and index fingers lying flat on his legs and
pelvis.

   Neither spoke a word as she eyed his hardening dick, glancing up at him
every once in a while, moving her hands closer to his manhood.  Her left
hand found the base of his cock and her right hand slid up to his shaft. 
She encircled Micky's thick member and slowly started to run her right hand
up and down.  After a few strokes, she squeezed at the top and a couple of
drips of precum appeared.

   She looked up at Micky, giggled lightly, and then ran her palm over the
head of his cock, collecting the lubricant.  Her hand now slid easier up
and down his shaft.  As more lubricant appeared, she quickly smeared it
along his now throbbing cock.  With a bit of dramatic flair, she lifted up
and lovingly licked the palm of her hand, tasting the slick, salty
emission. Once done, she purred a "yummmm," and, while keeping her eyes on
Micky's, she leaned forward, her chin hovering above his cock.

   Her right hand was again stroking his cock as she dropped her left hand
to cup and fondle his balls.  In a flash, her mouth was over his cock and
his shaft was disappearing into her mouth.  For the next few minutes
Melissa lovingly and adoringly sucked Micky's dick.  Up and down she went,
her hands joining her mouth in a united effort.  She made wonderful sucking
sounds and made a show out of sliding her lips up his shaft while staring
into his eyes.  Her hand twisted on his cock as she applied some English to
her knobbing.  Micky was in absolute heaven!  He felt his toes curl, his
ass tighten, and his thighs begin to flex.  His breathing was coming faster
and deeper.  He was just about to place his hand on Melissa's head when she
backed away.

   She placed her hands at the base of his dick and sat back.  She barely
gave him half strokes as she smiled at him.

   "Micky, I love sucking your dick."

   She took him in for one good pull and sat back.

   "I love giving you pleasure."

   She repeated her suck and sit.

   "When I say I love it, I mean I get a whole lot of pleasure from holding
...  feeling ...  and having your dick in my mouth and throat."

   This time she lovingly stroked him a couple of times.

   "You love giving me pleasure?  How do you mean?  What do you get?"

   Melissa gave his question some thought.  Almost absent mindedly, she sat
back, with her hand gently stroking his turgid dick.

   "It's different ...  for girls, it's different.  The feel of something
inside of you is important.  How it feels, how it's shaped, how it moves
... all of that matters.  Whether the ass, the pussy, the mouth ...  it's
all about having something fill you.  With you, the feeling is so much
better.  Your size, your shape ...  it's perfect!  I've never felt anything
inside of me that feels as good as you."

   She smiled and sucked him into her mouth.  Melissa rode her head on his
cock for a dozen or more good sucks before she let him go.  She sat back
again, holding him with her right hand and looked up at him.

   "From our very first night together, I fell in love with this bad boy!"
she said while wiggling his cock around.  "It's much more than just your
dick you know."

   Micky's head was spinning!  What Melissa was doing to his dick was
almost criminal!  She got him just to the brink and then stopped to chat
about how much she loved his dick.  She was either stroking, sucking or
just plain playing with his dick constantly.  Micky tried to remember
anyone who had ever put him in such a state!

   He focused his eyes on her and gazed at this enchantress.  He wouldn't
let the word come into his head.  He felt it but he didn't want to say it!
If he said it, it would all be over!  She looked him in the eye with a
slight sidewards glance and he knew, deep down, the game was over.

   Melissa rose up on her knees and took Micky's dick in both her hands. 
She leaned forward, looked at him and said, "It's not just everything I
just told you.  There's one more thing.  Nothing, and I mean nothing, comes
even close to tasting like your cum.  It's delicious and addicting.  You've
probably heard this before; but, I simply love tasting you when blow it
into my mouth.  The fresher ...  the hotter ...  the better!"

   Shit!  Micky heard what she said, he caught his breath, his balls
tightened, his cock erupted and he bellowed, "Aaaaah!  Arrrgggggaaaah!"

   Two massive shots flew into the air.  Melissa squealed with delight as
Micky shot his load.  She moved his dick down to aim at her mouth just as
his third load squirted out and hit her upper lip.  His first two had
already fallen onto his dick and her hands.  From there, he pumped out
several smaller loads, covering his dick and Melissa's hands.  Melissa
hungrily fed on the fresh cum, licking and sucking up as much as possible.

   Micky watched her.  She was glancing up at him, smiling as she licked
his cum off her fingers.  He was in an almost state of shock.  She was
barely touching him when he came!  She was just talking ...  and ....  Holy
fuck!  Another wave of pleasure suddenly hit him in the gut!  She had just
smiled and it triggered one ...  no ...  two strong jolts through his body.
He felt himself quiver and then go relatively limp.

   Melissa was finished and started to slowly work her way up his body when
it fully hit him.  Micky felt his dick getting hard again.  He rolled
forward and stood up with Melissa in his arms.  He caught his breath and
said, "I love you."

   Melissa's face lit up, her whole face smiled; then she seemed to turn
serious.  Micky began to worry a bit.  He was sure she was in love with
him! Was he just being egotistical?  Was he just a fucking asshole?  He
knew he didn't deserve to be loved, not this kind of love ...

   Melissa saw the look on his face and said, "It's about fucking time you
realized you loved me!  My God, how long do you make a girl wait?"

   "Say it Melissa."

   "I love you too, Michael Dolan.  Now what you going to do about it?"

   Mike Dolan took Melissa Futch by the arm and led her upstairs to the
bedroom.

  
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   The impact of what happened that Sunday was starting to sink in for
Micky.  Melissa was still playing it cool, not pushing him much, but Micky
found that more often than he would admit, when he thought of the future,
he now included Melissa in his thoughts.

   He had a lot of work to do now, once his Prospectus was unanimously
approved on the first attempt.  Micky knew one guy who had to write four
different Prospecti before getting approval.  It cost the guy a year and a
half!  Micky had many schools to visit and lots of travel ahead of him over
the next couple of months.  If all went well, he could start writing his
findings around Spring Break and, hopefully, complete his requirements for
May graduation.  He was willing to delay until August though, if need be.

   He hadn't heard from Anna in a few weeks, so he gave her a call.

   Anna had been very busy since the Holidays with the weightlifting team
and preparations for the annual Science Fair.  When they spoke, she asked
if he could come one weekend and get her out of town.  They quickly
synchronized their calendars and were on for the middle of February ... 
Valentine's Day!

   Melissa had already told him that with VD falling on a Saturday, she
would have no way to get off.  They made a plan to celebrate the Monday
after.  When she asked what he would do; he said he would likely go to
Jimmy's and hang there ...  maybe.

   Micky worked extra hard that week and was able to safely set aside all
of Saturday for Anna, Sunday for Anna and driving home, then all of Monday
for Melissa.

   Micky drove to the cabin Saturday morning and, as planned, Anna was
already there.  He parked, got his overnight bag from the Jeep, and headed
to the door.  He noticed smoke from the fireplace; Anna had made a fire! 
Before he got to the door she opened it and stood in the doorway waiting
for him.  Micky was caught short for just a moment.  She was somehow more
beautiful than the last time he saw her!

   He met her at the door, she wrapped her arms up around his neck, he
leaned in with his free arm around her waist, and they kissed.  It was a
strident, powerful, longing kiss.  He moved over the threshold where they
continued their kiss.  He dropped his bag and took her fully into his arms.
He lifted her as they kissed; she seemed weightless.  Micky set Anna back
on the ground and she broke their kiss.

   With smiling eyes she said, "Happy Valentine's Day lover!"

   "And, Happy Valentine's Day to you, my love!"

   Micky quickly added, while backing toward the door, "Don't move!  Stay
right where you are!"

   Anna giggled and clasped her hands under her chin as Micky shot out the
door.  In a moment he was back and in his hand were a dozen long-stemmed
red roses!

   "Just one token of my love for you!"

   Anna took the roses from Micky and held them carefully, and closely.  No
one had ever given her flowers before, and now she was holding roses!  She
felt herself choke up, so she quickly turned to the kitchen saying, "We
have to get these in some water and find a spot for them."

   Micky followed her as far as the entry to kitchen where he watched as
she found a vase, prepared the water, and arranged the flowers into a
proper bouquet.  In his hand, he held a small package that she hadn't
noticed, what with the excitement of the flowers and all.

   He watched as she fussed over the flowers.  Anna was wearing perfectly
tight jeans, over the calf brown leather boots, a loose white sweater,
covering a light blue undershirt.  Her hair, parted in the middle, was full
and wavy, reaching down past her shoulders.  Around her neck she wore a
gold necklace with a sapphire and gold pendant.  "Darling, you are a vision
of loveliness!"

   Anna smiled, squeezed past him heading to the living room, and replied,
"You're looking quite handsome yourself ...  where should these go?" She
headed toward the fireplace mantle but changed direction when she saw the
fire.  She placed the flowers on a side table and announced, "There! 
Perfect!"

   She turned to Micky and wrapped her arms around him again.  She was just
starting to kiss him when he pulled back and said, "There is something
else."

   Anna's eyebrows shot in the air, "What?  Where?"

   Micky lifted his left hand from behind Anna and moved it up between
them. "This little thing ...  right here." Anna took the package and went
to the couch and sat in the middle.  She waited for Micky to sit next to
her before she opened it.  She let out an excited squeal as she opened the
box and saw two matching earrings for her pendant.  She paused and caught
her breath; they were lovely!

   "Oh Micky!  I love them!  They're wonderful!" She lunged at him and they
fell onto the couch, Anna pinned Micky down, as she kissed all over his
face.  Between every kiss she said "Thank you!"

   After every "Thank you," Micky quickly replied with a "Your Welcome!"

   Almost as quick as the assault started, it ended.  Anna buried her head
into Micky's shoulder and lay quietly.  Micky lifted her up so he could see
her face.  She looked sad.

   "What's up honey?"

   "You've gotten me beautiful flowers, crazy beautiful jewelry, and all I
have is a lousy handmade card."

   Micky sat up, held Anna by the shoulders and said, "You made me a card?
I want my card!  I insist you go get me my card!" Anna sniffled a little,
smiled a half smile (which always got Micky in the heart!) and headed to
the bedroom.  She came back into the living room looking down at, what
appeared to be, a folded-over piece of white construction paper.  Dainty
red paper, cut in a lacy border covered the white paper.  She handed him
the card.  In the middle was a handwritten "Happy Valentine's Day!" and
several drawn hearts with arrows through them.

   "It's beautiful!"

   Micky opened the card and found more delicate cut lace paper.  In the
center of the card, in beautiful handwriting, was Anna's Valentine message
to Micky:

   If I could be anything in the world, I would be your tears; Conceived in
your heart, Born in your eyes, Live on your cheek, And die on your lips.

   Micky was floored!  The sheer beauty and simplicity of the feeling; the
purity of thought and expression!  She wrote it for him ...  about him!  He
was having some deep feelings well up inside.  Suddenly the memory of the
night out on the boat came to him; the night he came so close to killing
himself.  It was only the thought of Anna that made him stop, made him not
go through with it.  And, here, in his hands, was the reason why.  Sitting
next to him was the person why.  The card got blurry; he felt his eyes
start to water.

   Anna knew something was up.  She leaned towards him and saw a tear run
down his cheek.  He was trembling, something she had never seen in him
before.  She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.  All
she could say was, "Oh, Micky."

   He caught himself, in a moment he had gathered his wits, and fought down
the emotion.

   "Anna, this is the most wonderful thing anyone has ever given me.  I'll
cherish it, and you, the rest of my life!  I've never had anything so ...
so ...  deep written to me."

   Anna was caught a bit.

   `Holy shit!  He thinks I wrote it!  I found it on the internet in like
five minutes.  Holy shit!  I like it, but ...' she hugged him tight and
said, "It's how I feel Mick, you bring it out of me."

   He turned into her and they kissed.  It was just like at the door; a
deep and meaningful kiss.  Micky dropped his hand and cupped an ass cheek.
He started to massage her ass and gently moved deeper into her crotch.

   Anna broke their kiss and said, "Micky, I have a favor to ask."

   Micky sat back and looked at her, "Go ahead, it's Valentine's Day and
you can have anything you want."

   "Micky, don't laugh ...  but I want to go on a date."

   He paused, unsure of what she had just asked for.

   "Micky, you are my first everything, first kiss, first lover, first
boyfriend, first man in my life.  You're the first to bring me flowers, the
first to buy me jewelry, the first to beat someone up to protect me.  You
practically raised me; you have taken care of me whenever I needed you.  In
many cases you are my first, and my only.  I'm sixteen and have never been
on a date.  Nothing fancy ...  a movie, something to eat, hold hands, maybe
a little necking in the theatre?  Just a date."

   "What movie do you want to see?"

   At five that afternoon she kicked him out of the cabin and told him to
be back by six.

   "Where do I go?  What do I do?"

   "I don't know, go for a drive; see if you can find me more flowers!"

   At six, on the nose, he knocked on the cabin door with another bouquet
of flowers in his hands.  She answered with a hug and a quick kiss.

   "They're beautiful!  I'm the luckiest girl in the world!  Give me a
second; I have to get my coat and purse!"

   It was going to be a cold night and she wore her long blue winter coat.
She had a white knit cap on her head and, as always, was a vision of
loveliness.

   They drove to Florence and stopped to have some dinner at a little
seafood place.  They went to the theatre and Anna selected the movie
"Easy-A." Micky thought the movie was pretty good and, all-in-all, an
enjoyable experience.  Anna loved it because the main character was smart,
independent, and likable.

   Anna and Micky held hands wherever they walked.  They held hands while
sitting in the theatre.  During two slow spots, they even engaged in a
little necking.  Anna was as happy as Micky had ever seen her.  Micky was
ready to head back to the cabin after the movie when Anna announced she was
hungry.  This time it was Chili's.  She put away a burger, fries, and a
Coke.  Micky had forgotten what the appetite of a teenager was like.  He
had the steamed dumpling appetizer.

   On the drive back to the cabin, Anna was animated.  She talked about
dinner, critiqued the shrimp; talked about the movie, dissecting each
character; she talked about Chili's, how tasty it was; and, she talked
about how much she liked necking at the movies!  Micky was pretty certain
and, in reality he wasn't wrong, that it had been the best date he had ever
been on!

   At the cabin, he walked her to the door and gave her a very nice good
night kiss.  He stood back and she asked, "You only want to kiss me once?
Just one good night kiss?  I thought you liked me?"

   Within minutes they were in the bedroom.

   Anna had moved through the house dropping her coat and cap on the couch.
Her boots came off in the hallway as Micky passed by hopping on one foot
while removing a shoe.  She entered the bedroom as Micky was removing his
shirt.  She paused to watch.  Micky was no longer a spring chicken but he
kept himself in good shape.  As he stretched, the rippling of his abs
became apparent.  She liked that ...  lots!

   Her tops were off in a flash, she wore no bra and, in short order, she
was peeling her jeans down her legs.  She was down to just her panties when
she paused to watch Micky.  He had turned his back to her and was dropping
his trousers and boxers at the same time.  She also loved his ass!  It was
firm and compact, his cheeks had definition and they flowed perfectly into
his legs, which were firm and strong.

   Anna felt the familiar tingling feeling run up from her pussy to her
stomach.  It was like a nervousness, a riding-up-the-rollercoaster-hill
sort of nervous excitement!  She reached down and hooked her thumbs in her
panties and gave them a little jiggle and tug up.  She knew he would like
what he saw!  He turned and she saw that he was already half erect.  She
glanced up at his face and he was staring at her camel toed panties!  She
had seen that look before!  She stepped towards him, hooked her panties
with her thumbs again and asked, "Could you help me with these?"

   As he lifted his eyes to look at her, he paused when he noticed her
tits. She watched as his eyes devoured her new development!  He glanced up
quickly and smiled.  He moved to her.  As he lowered his lips to her
mounds, his hands reached around her waist and down underneath her panties.
He was sucking on her puffies as his hands cupped her toned ass and began
to remove the delicate panties.  He moved her panties downward, forcing him
to leave her breasts.  He dropped to a knee as she lifted one leg, and then
the other, in order to remove the last vestige of clothing she wore.

   Micky was on a knee with his face directly in front of Anna's neatly
trimmed blonde bush.  Her labia were shaven and were already turning a
reddish color when he leaned in with his tongue extended, aiming for the
little pink hood at the top of her gash.

   Anna felt the jolt as Micky's tongue started on her clit; the feelings
from earlier intensified!

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   I could feel every lick of the tip of his tongue throughout my body.  He
held me by my ass and placed his mouth over my pussy.  He licked and then
sucked on my clit.  I couldn't help it; when he sucked me, I rose to my
toes and shivered as the pleasure shook through me.  It was if heaven was
electrocuting me!

   I grabbed him by the side of his head and pushed myself into his mouth.
I could feel his tongue find its way inside me.  It felt as if the head of
his dick had just entered me.  It was a great appetizer, but it wasn't the
full course.  I pulled away and rolled my hips back so he was once again
centered on my clit.  He looked up at me and laughed a little before diving
back in.  He hit me like a whip!  He used his tongue in a way that almost
made me drop.  Suddenly, his lips had me and he gently nibbled on my clit.
I had to hook a leg over his shoulder to support myself!

   I was getting close to a big one but didn't want to cum that hard right
then.  I had to pull back and edge it until we could cum together!  I
pulled my hips back, unhooked my leg and pushed his head away.  I fell to a
knee and kissed him.  I tasted my juices on his mouth and tongue.  I almost
came over that!

   I stood up and he rose up with me.  I felt his hand on my pussy; so, I
reached down and found his hard-as-steel cock.  It always seems to be this
way when we're together!  It was so hot!  We stood together, me holding his
cock and he cupping my pussy, gently patting it.  That felt great!  My
Uncle Micky had to bend over a bit to reach my pussy; he is taller than I.
I'm five foot five and he's like six foot one or something.  Anyway, it was
nice having his face down near mine, I could kiss him easier that way!

   His back was to the bed, so I pushed into him until he fell backwards
onto the bed!  I'm a bit embarrassed to say it; but, I was horny!  I needed
him in me real soon!

   We fell to our sides facing each other.  I stroked his dick as he rubbed
my pussy.  I spread my legs to make it easier for him and he arched his
back, pushing his dick further in to my hand.  My Uncle's dick isn't a
huge, monster dick, but it is long, thick, and hard!  It's the only one
I've ever had.  The only one I've fucked, sucked, or held.  It's not a
porno dick; but, from what my cousin Paula tells me, it's absolutely
fucking perfect!  She says it's the best dick she's ever had and she should
know ...  she's had more than a few!

   A couple of years ago, when Paula and I were messing around, talking
dirty and stuff, I told her I loved cum!  She said, "That's only because
you've only had Uncle Micky's cum, It's the best, no one else tastes like
him!"

   I figure I'll find out more soon enough.  I think I need to do some
field work and experiment with some dicks and cum, Nnnnnnngh ...  Oh fuck!
Micky just slid his finger down from my clit and right into my cunt!  Holy
shit!  Mmmmmnnngh, he did it again!  He's playing and fucking me with his
finger!

   Enough!  I rolled to my back and spread as wide as I could.  I felt him
move on top of me.  His weight was wonderful!  I could smell him, he
smelled earthy, like a man!  His breath was heavy and warm.  His mouth was
next to my ear and started to breathe words into my ears.  I was "beautiful
...  hot ...  sexy ...  smart ...  talented ...  perfect ...  more than
perfect ...  then ...!"

   I had my knees spread and up, my feet flat.  I could feel his cock
against me and I squirmed around trying to position myself.  He was moving
his hips and aligning himself.  I hooked my arms under his arms and grabbed
his shoulders with my hands.  I had good leverage.  He lifted himself a
little and I squeezed his hips with my knees.  I knew I swung right into
position.  He looked into my eyes and I felt his gentle push.  I was giving
way to his intrusion.  I relaxed my hips and lifted towards him.  His thick
bulbous head pushed into me and I gave way.  It popped in and we stopped
for a moment.  Uncle Micky sighed and said, "Oh my Lord!"

   I gritted my teeth behind a smile and rolled my hips into him, taking
more of him inside me.  Guys will never understand the feeling!  I don't
care if you like taking it up the ass!  There is nothing like a big old
dick, belonging to the man you love, filling your pussy up with his love!

   He thinks he's controlling everything.  As he pushes in, I roll my hips
down so the head of his dicks rubs hard against the top of my cunt.  As he
withdraws, I roll down, making the ridge of the head stimulate the same
area!  I can get it coming and going!  When he thrusts, I inhale, when he
reaches depth, I start to exhale after making a gentle squeal sound.

   "Nnnnngh" God!  That was a good one.  I find I tend to orgasm throughout
the act.  Anyway ...

   Most often my sounds are genuine, but, as they get louder, the faker
they are.  I make the most noise when getting eaten out; I'll be vocal when
fucking, but nothing like when I'm getting eaten!  Micky knows just what to
do; he's paid attention and knows what I like.  He is also able to sense
what I want; he has always been sensitive to me.  He knows he'll have a
marvelous orgasm no matter what; he wants me to get there as well.

   "Aaaaaah" Fuck!  Another one!

   Sometimes I have to whisper to him, like now, "Slow, Mike, slow.  You're
going too hard at your little girl." He always shivers a bit whenever I
mention being a young girl while he's fucking me.  He's got a thing for
that and that is OK with me!  I'll be his little girl, shit!  I'm his
"Secret Princess!"

   "Mmmgggg!" `That Secret Princess shit always gets me off.  It's soooo
fucking dirty!'

   He's really going at it now!  I start to whisper, "Micky ...  Micky ...
Micky" to him.  Again, he follows my lead, the faster I say his name, the
faster he fucks me!  It feels so fucking great!  I start to only say half
his name as he quickens, he goes faster.  I give up with his name and
simply squeak "M" sounds at him.  Even though I'm on my back the whole
time, I'm really riding him.  My hips are moving just as if I was on a
horse, which is an awesome thing also, by the way!

   Yeah, horses, SkiDoos, SeaDoos, anything that moves with my legs wrapped
around it.  One time there was this little toy racing horse outside a store
when I was twelve, you know what I mean.  Regardless, some old guy got the
show of his life!

   "Fuck me!" Oh yeah, I just yelled that!  He's really going to town now!
I'm almost totally curled up under him and he is fucking pounding me!  I
lift my legs up and wrap them around his waist.  My ankles are locked and
I've got him trapped!  Fuck, I'm thinking about that old guy watching me
that day ...  "Fuck me!" God!  I'm a slut!

   "Aaaarrrrggggg ..." Oh god!  That one was the best!  His dick is never
more than half way out of my pussy.  I can feel his shaft, every inch as it
drives in and out, stimulating every surface I have!  Fuck!  It feels like
he's all the way up my throat!  The head of his dick send ripples through
my pussy as it pounds into me; those ripples grow as they move through my
body.  His body is pressed hard against mine; every muscle he has is
stimulating my body!

   I know what I am: I've known all the way back to that first night.  That
week my mom yelled at me about boys.  She told me what they would want; how
they would want to touch me.  She told me what they would do to me.  I
wasn't scared, I was excited!  I could do that to boys ...  and men?!  I
loved no one like I loved my Uncle Micky.  I decided that day that he would
be mine.  These memories bring out my strongest orgasm!  I think I might
have scratched his back!

   He slowed a bit to watch.  I looked him in the eyes.  He smiled sweetly
at me.  I saw his love!  He resumed a vigorous fucking.  In a flash I knew
what I wanted!  I knew what I wanted to do for him!  As good as he was
feeling inside of me, that last one kind of took a bit of a toll.  I rocked
hard into him, making him drive faster and deeper.  I moved my hips in
order to surpass his rate of thrusting.

   He wasn't ready for me!  I pulled my arms in, placed my hands on his
chest and pushed him off me, over to his side.  I quickly rose and scooted
down his body.  In a flash, I was staring at his cock!  It was all covered
with my juices, the head was an unbelievable purple color and he had his
precum leaking all over.  His dick was jerking around in the air.  He tried
to sit up; he started to protest.  I placed a hand on his chest and pushed
him back down.

   I glanced up at him and said, "Shut the fuck up, Uncle Micky!"

   He dropped back onto the pillow and I returned to his magnificent cock!
I shifted and swung my hair over the other side of my head and positioned
my mouth directly over his cock.  With a sideways glance I could see that
he was intensely watching my every move.  I smiled as I lowered my mouth
over his engorged slick member.  He loves to watch as I suck his dick.

   It tasted good!  I sucked in as much as possible, swallowed what I
could, and then sucked even harder as I withdrew my mouth.  He was so big!
I heard him moan, then groan, then moan again.  I released his cock and
smacked my lips.  I let out a "Mmmmmmm!" then sucked him back in.  This
time, I stroked his cock with my left hand and placed my right hand on his
hip to help steady me.

   I fucked his cock with my mouth and hand.  I could feel him start to
tense and his leg did a little quiver!  He always has a quiver somewhere
before he cums!  I released his dick from my mouth, looked at him and said,
"Uncle Micky, please cum in my mouth ...  please let me suck your love from
you ...  I want to taste and eat you ...  please ...  for your Secret
Princess?!"

   I know my Uncle Micky pretty well and I knew that would do him in.  As
soon as he touched the back of my head I got ready.  His hips moved side to
side and then he tensed.  Suddenly, his cock grew larger and I made some
room in my mouth.

   He came with a yell of "Oh My God!"

   He shot his hot gooey load into mouth.  I had to quickly swallow twice
before the next load came in a torrent.  This one was a bigger challenge. I
had to make more room to swallow and almost lost the head of his cock.  I
just cleared my mouth when his third load erupted onto my teeth!  I had to
audibly suck his cock and cum into my mouth.  I couldn't manage the next
load.  Cum spilled out of my mouth and down on his dick.  By now he wasn't
shooting anymore cum, it was flowing like a school kid's volcano project by
this point.

   For me, it was marvelous!  Nobody tastes like Uncle Micky!  Or so I
hear. Anyway, I like the way he tastes.  It's kind of slimy, and salty;
but, it is also kind of like a sweet yogurt sort of thing.  I really do
like it.  I cleaned all of his cum off his dick and body.  I know he
watched the whole time.  His dick stayed half hard as I cleaned him with my
tongue.  I paused to milk his dick with my hand and was rewarded with a
pearly delight, right on the tip!  I made short work of that!

   Uncle Micky was moaning at first, but then started to sigh and murmur my
name.  I felt him place his hand on my back and sort of pull me up to him.
I had to pause to get that last drop; but, I was by his side in a moment.
The way he looked at me made me tingle all over again!  I knew we weren't
done for the night!  Or even the morning!

   He turned towards me and wrapped an arm around me.  He pulled me in for
a kiss.  Uncle Micky doesn't worry about where my mouth has been or what's
been in it!  When he wants to kiss, he kisses!  He held me tight and after
he kissed me, he told me he loved me!

   I know he loves me, and at times I know he is in love with me.  Lately
though, I think we'll be following different paths.  It'll hurt like hell
for a while.  He's all I've known.  How can I keep him, but not have him?
Even Paula doesn't know the answer to that.

   ==========÷=========

   The two lay together on the bed, locked in a lovers' embrace.  Micky
felt like he was on top of the world.  His Anna had just done the most
marvelous things and obviously experienced levels that only he could bring!
How, if he was to decide on committing to Melissa, was he going to let Anna
go?  He had considered that maybe the three of them could ...  but he ruled
that out almost as soon as he thought it.  He had no one to ask ...  maybe
Jimmy, but he knew what his answer would be.  That was the dilemma, he knew
Jimmy would say Melissa, but did he want to hear that answer?

   Anna loved her Uncle and would never do anything to hurt him.  As they
lay there, her mind began to wander as she got tired.  Her thoughts left
the little cabin they shared and went to her school's weight room.  She
could picture Tim McMahon perfectly in her mind.

   Tim was a Junior who played football, lifted weights and threw things on
the track team.  Tim was powerfully built, kind of like Micky; but even
more so, he was taller than Micky, maybe six-two or more, she figured.  Tim
had jet black curly hair and fair unblemished skin.  His smile was adorable
and his eyes were a perfect green.  Some days, a little curl of hair fell
over his forehead; it made Anna think of Superman.  He was always so nice
and polite to Anna.  He was never creepy; although, she did catch him
looking at her a few times as she worked out.  Tim's dad also owned one the
best ice cream places in the entire metro area!

   Anna had tried a little innocent flirting with Tim but it only seemed to
make him nervous.  Anna liked his innocence, but would have preferred he be
a little more assertive and self assured.

   Anna had turned down all the young men who asked her out.  She had her
Uncle Micky and would stay completely faithful to him and him alone.  Now
she was seeing things differently.  Micky had other interests and didn't
stay faithful to her, but that's not really what made her rethink her
position.  The thing was, she really liked Tim.  She wanted to go out with
him.  She was thinking that maybe she would have to ask him out, but she
didn't want to have to do that.

   The Junior Prom was not so very far off and she had a feeling that she
would be going to the prom with him.  She didn't know how it was going to
happen, but she was sure it was!

   Anna sighed a little as she realized she was thinking about someone else
as she lay in Micky's arms in post orgasmic bliss.

   `I have to get this figured out!  If she isn't right for him, I'm
keeping him forever!  If she is right ...  then ...  I give him to her ...
at least I step away.'

   Slowly Anna fell off to sleep.  She woke four hours later; Micky was not
in bed with her.  She made use of the bathroom and peeked out to see him
working at the dining room table.  She went back into the bedroom, slipped
into the sheer white Teddy she had packed and crawled back into bed.

   Micky was trying to use his time as best he could.  He fell asleep for a
couple hours after Anna dropped off.  God!  She worked him over that night.
The date, the post date!  He was crunching preliminary numbers and the data
looked good, exceptionally good!  If this worked out, he and his partners
would make some good money.

   He sat back and heard Anna call from the bedroom, "Oh Uncle Micky ... 
can you come here?  I've got an itch that needs to be scratched!"

   Micky smiled and headed to the bedroom.  Anna lay on the bed, waiting,
thinking `He better be rested, I need more!'
   Next: Finale Part V - Conclusion, Epilogue, End Notes