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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
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   Kelli's Summer Visit - The Party - Part Three - by - The StoryMaster

   Smiling down at his pretty niece, Kelli's Uncle Joe moved his penis
toward its target.  At its tip glistened a tiny drop of pre-cum.  "Put your
tongue out like a good girl," he said.

   "I can't believe this is happening," Kelli thought with a shiver of
disgust.  Then after a brief pause she did as she was told.  "Oh, yuck!"
The pretty teenager almost gagged when her uncle touched the tip of his
cock to her outstretched tongue.

   "You're such a good girl, Kelli," Uncle Joe said while he slowly rubbed
the head of his cock over his niece's tongue.  He and his sixteen year old
niece had just finished a hearty omelette breakfast, and now it was time
for dessert.  "You and I are going to have such a good time for the next
few weeks until your folks get home.  Now go ahead sweetheart, just like I
showed you yesterday.  By the way, Kelli, does your Love Seat fit you any
better today than it did yesterday," her uncle asked.  "It looked to me
like you went down on it a little easier this morning," he said casually to
the distressed teenager.

   Kelli moved herself gingerly on the chair seat, testing the placement of
the hard rubber shafts which now occupied most of her interior abdominal
space.  The effects of the Love Seat that her uncle had so lovingly
fashioned for her was much like getting punched in the belly from the
inside.

   "Gupp.." Kelli croaked around the shaft of her Uncle Joe's big penis. 
About fifteen minutes later, Kelli's breakfast ended with a groan from her
uncle, followed by a hot glut of semen coursing down her throat.  When
she'd finished cleaning her uncle properly, she was allowed to dismount the
twin rubber penises that were attached to the bottom of her Love Seat. 
Kelli shuddered as first the shaft in her rear end, and then the one in her
vagina slipped out of her.  Her tummy ached.

   As she turned to leave the kitchen, Joe reached out and took her by the
wrist.  Suddenly the pretty sixteen year old found herself sitting in her
uncle's lap.  We're having a little get together tonight, Kell," he said
warmly as he let his hands roam freely over her body.  "Just a few close
friends.  It'll be fun.  A little diversion, don't you know." He smiled and
let his fingers drift between Kelli's thighs, but when she immediately
began to squirm, he reconsidered.  Joe allowed his niece to hop off his lap
then swatted her playfully on the bottom.  "Better get some rest, kiddo. 
It's gonna be a late night."

   Kelli wasn't sure she liked the sound of her uncle's last remark, but
had no problem with the suggestion of taking a long nap.  She was exhausted
from the fervent activities of the past couple of days.

   It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when Kelli finally awoke. 
The big old house was quiet and the breeze that wafted through the open
window smelled of a late summer afternoon.  She dozed in that comfortable
half-waking state where all is right with the world.

   "I thought you were going to sleep your whole life away, young lady"
Kelli's Uncle Joe said as he strolled into the bedroom unannounced. 
Reality struck.  Kelli pulled the sheet up, covering herself.  Joe stopped
short and gave his niece a quizzical smile.  "Getting shy are we, kiddo?"
he chuckled.  Kelli blushed hotly with the realization that there was no
part of her body that her father's brother didn't know intimately.  In
fact, Kelli would be sharing her uncle's bed every day and every night for
the remainder of her stay with him.

   "If only there was some way out of this nightmare," she brooded, and not
for the last time.  "If only her steady boyfriend, Chris hadn't hidden that
damn cocaine in her suitcase, and if only her uncle hadn't found it.  If
only...  if only...  if only..." Kelli sighed heavily then buried her face
in her pillow.  She desperately wanted to return to the safety and comfort
of sleep, but that was not to be.

   "Come on, come on.  Get up, sleepy head," her uncle urged good naturedly
as he stepped out of the bathroom.  "The guests will be here in less than
an hour."

   Reluctantly, Kelli sat up in the big bed.  As she did, the top sheet
fell away, exposing her shapely bosom.  Joe pretended not to notice. 
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Kelli muttered, "Who did you say is
coming?"

   Joe busied himself at his bureau digging through his sock drawer.  "Oh,
just some old friends and acquaintances," he replied evasively.

   "Anybody my age?  You know, any kids, Uncle Joe?" Kelli asked,
sheepishly.

   "No, I'm afraid not, kiddo.  Mostly a bunch of old farts like myself,"
he chortled.  The look of disappointment on her face was unmistakable. 
"There just aren't many young people living around these parts, Kelli," he
explained.  "Besides, a charming young lady like yourself shouldn't have
any trouble at all making new friends.  I'll bet that you become the life
of the party, kiddo," Joe said.  He sincerely hoped that he was able to
disguise the excitement he felt and not tip off his unsuspecting niece by
saying something stupid.  Because in fact, Kelli would most assuredly be
the center of attention this evening.  Joe dressed quickly then headed for
the door.  "Oh, by the way," he said turning at the last minute.  Kelli
found herself holding her breath.  She never knew what her demented uncle
would dream up next.  "Our nudity agreement is rescinded for the night. 
Wear something nice." He winked, turned and left.

   Kelli breathed a huge sigh of relief.  She was extremely grateful that
Joe hadn't come up with some new gadget for her to try.  She was doubly
relieved because she'd forgotten completely that her uncle now expected her
to wear nothing but an button down Oxford shirt, left unbuttoned naturally,
in his house.  "That would have been a little embarrassing in front of a
group of strangers," Kelli thought as she headed for the bath.

   The guests began to arrive promptly at six o'clock.  Kelli lingered in a
hot shower before putting on a rather conservative blue dress.  "When in
Rome..." she thought as she looked at her reflection in the full length
mirror.  "I sure look like a country bumpkin," she muttered under her
breath.

   While she was in the shower, she thought about the party, and what she
might expect.  It was impossible to predict what her uncle might actually
do, but Kelli reasoned that in light of the fact that he'd let her dress
for the night, and that the guests were supposedly adults, she could be
reasonably certain that nothing too terribly bizarre would happen.  Armed
with that false sense of security, Kelli McDaniels descended the stairs to
meet the guests.

   As she approached the livingroom, Kelli heard voices engaged in friendly
conversation.  She hoped that after introductions and a few minutes of
polite small talk, the older crowd would release her to her own devices. 
"Surely they'll be more contented talking amongst themselves," Kelli
reasoned.

   "Here she is," her Uncle Joe announced jovially when she walked into the
living room.  "Here's my Kelli girl." Her uncle stood and walked to her
side.  "You look lovely, kiddo," he murmured as he took Kelli's hand. 
"Doesn't she look delectable, gentlemen?" Joe said turning to his guests.
His use of that particular adjective made Kelli slightly uneasy.  She
allowed herself to be led by her uncle from one of his guests to the next.
There were four in all, and by the time she'd finished shaking four sweaty
hands, Kelli was feeling distinctly uncomfortable and very ready to be
dismissed back to her room.

   Every one of Joe's acquaintances was middle age like himself.  Most were
overweight.  All were male.  The fact that she was the only female in the
group gave her some cause for concern.  Some spoke to her briefly while
some only smiled woodenly.  Without exception, though, each man gave Kelli
what could only be described as a predatory appraisal.  One particular
brute of a man named Curtis insisted on holding onto Kelli's hand long
after the time period for a cordial handshake had expired, making her very
uncomfortable.  When her uncle left the room to fetch the drinks Kelli was
circulated from one guest to the next.  If she hadn't been so apprehensive,
she might actually have enjoyed being the center of attention, even if it
was the attention of four Vermont philistines.  Kelli sensed that something
was amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.  She did think it
quite odd, that when Joe returned with the refreshments, he made a special
point of announcing that although she was underage, Kelli would be allowed
to join the adults for tonight only.  He then handed his surprised young
niece an enormous glass of bourbon.

   For the next hour nothing remarkable happened.  Kelli quickly discovered
that there was no way she was going to escape to a quiet evening in her
bedroom with a good book, or at least until her Uncle Joe came to bed.  It
seemed that no matter how much she tried to steer the conversation away
from herself, she would invariably be asked yet another question about her
school or her athletic achievements.  Some of the queries, though thinly
veiled and disguised with hollow laughs, were of a disturbingly personal
nature, having to do with her boyfriends, the frequency of their visits,
her thoughts on sex in the schools, etc..

   "Why don't they just ask me how much I fuck?" Kelli thought after
fending off one such awkward question.  She was quickly growing weary of
her uncle's company, and longed for her own room.  Although it took Kelli
almost an hour to down the big glass of whiskey, down it she did.  It's
soothing warmth spread through her body, giving her an unaccustomed glow.
Kelli wasn't a big drinker.  In addition, the mild tranquilizer that her
Uncle Joe had placed into her drink was working its chemical wonders,
relaxing Kelli and lessening her uneasiness and consternation.

   Kelli wasn't sure who gave her the second glass of bourbon, but it
certainly had the desired effect.  Kelli recalled periods of giddy
laughter. At one point she sat on the sofa with two of the guests.  While
they chatted and laughed, one man watched her like a cat watching a canary
while the other took every opportunity to slide closer to her.  To an
impartial observer, it would be blatantly obvious that the two men were
jockeying for position.  From a chair across the room, Curtis, although not
at all impartial, observed their every lunge and parry.  The forth man, a
neighbor from just up the road by the name of Seth was engaged in
conversation with Kelli's Uncle Joe who's back was turned.

   Noticing that the level of ambient laughter and conversation had
diminished significantly, Joe turned and looked toward the couch where his
niece was seated.  With mixed feelings he saw that his friend, Gene Wilcox
had Kelli in a lip lock.  Joe immediately noted that although the pretty
teenager did not have her arms around the man, she was not resisting his
advances either.  The spark of what had to be jealousy surprised Joe. 
Although he'd told his friends several days ago that they might expect to
"get friendly" with his visiting young niece tonight, Joe now felt
undeniable pangs of resentment toward the man was having his way with his
"special girl".  Then as though someone had thrown a switch in Joe's mind,
he thought to himself, "Hey, what the hell!  Go get her, Gene."

   Just then he heard Kelli utter a squeak of protest.  "Noooo," the pretty
teen whined, tearing her lips from those of the older man.  Joe's
expression instantly hardened as he stared intently at the proceedings on
the sofa.

   "Now don't be like that, little lady," Joe's friend murmured
plaintively. "Ole Gene's not gonna hurt ya." When he noticed Joe staring at
him he shrugged his shoulders and said rather sheepishly, "Hell, Joe.  All
I did was put my hand on her leg.  I didn't mean nothin' by it."

   Joe controlled his urge to call the whole thing off, and said to his
friend, "Slow down a little, Gene.  Don't go scaring' her.  We've got all
night, you know."

   The combination of the booze and the tranquilizers were having a
seriously deleterious effect on Kelli's inhibition and self-control. 
Couple this with the fact that even during the brief period of time she'd
been visiting with her Uncle Joe, Kelli's level of sexual activity had
increased by some three hundred percent, and you are left with one
potentially highly promiscuous young lady.

   Joe was certainly counting on this particular combination of influences
to cause the party to move to a higher level later on, but he hoped his
friends wouldn't rush things.  Joe returned to his conversation with Seth,
but from time to time he glanced over at the sofa.  The first time he
looked Kelli, Gene and the other man, a friend of Curtis Manson's, by the
name of Will Parsons were again laughing and chatting happily.  When he
looked again after about two minutes, Kelli and Gene were once again
kissing passionately.  Gene had his right hand on Kelli's tummy, on the
outside of her dress, of course, and while Joe watched, the guy named Will
Parsons made a move of his own, placing his left hand gingerly on Kelli's
exposed left knee.  He got away with it.  The teenager made no effort to
remove it.

   Kelli's mind was a topsy-turvy medley of sensual impetus.  She sat on
the plush couch between the two older men, her right arm pinned between
Gene's big torso and the back of the sofa.  Just moments earlier, her left
hand had somehow found its way onto Gene's shoulder.  She seemed to drift
in and out of partial lucidity where she would suddenly realize, for
example, that she was kissing and allowing herself to be kissed by a man
three times her own age and a total stranger.  A burst of adrenaline would
sweep through her as the emotional alarms started sounding, but then the
pendulum would swing the other way, and Kelli would find herself floating
in a warm pool of contentment and pleasure.  With her in that pool was her
lover who kissed her, exciting her and making her feel safe and desired and
whole.  She was no longer alone.

   Curtis Manson didn't miss a lick.  He watched as Kelli and the other
guy, the friend of their host, resumed their kissing.  Just before the man
leaned over her, obscuring her pretty face, Curtis saw that telltale look
of confusion mixed with curiosity, indicative of the onset of arousal in
the human female.  He also noticed that the young girl's eyes were glazed,
almost listless.  "She doesn't have a clue what's happening," Curtis
concluded.  "I gotta hand it to our host.  He said he could get her to come
around.  We'll see," he thought.  He noticed Joe's friend put his hand on
the girl's belly.  It was now less than an inch below her left breast and
slowly inching upward.  Where just moments earlier, his friend Will had
just placed his hand onto the girl's knee, Curtis now observed that Will
had leaned over and reached farther beneath her pretty blue dress.  "He had
to be close," Curtis thought to himself.  "He's got his whole forearm under
there."

   In fact, while he watched, Kelli's hips jerked suddenly and her hand
dropped from the other man's shoulder, into her lap.  It wasn't a panicky
sort of move, simply a reflex reaction.  Will had briefly struck gold, but
had wisely retreated.  The teen at the same time tried to break off the
ongoing kiss, but her older lover would have none of it at this juncture.
Removing his hand temporarily from its strategic location just below her
breasts, Gene took Kelli behind her slim neck and held her mouth against
his.  Meanwhile his tongue danced across her teeth and the insides of her
lips.  She trembled in his grasp.

   Will Parsons was a happy man right at the moment.  Hell, who wouldn't
be! Will's left hand currently rested on the wonderfully hot left inner
thigh of a gorgeous teenage girl, and just seconds earlier he actually
pressed the backs of his fingers against her panties.  He'd even felt the
rasp of her curls behind the soft material.  Will had waited patiently
after she'd clamped her knees together on his forearm.  He'd held his hand
absolutely still, not moving a muscle to further alert her to his presence.
The guy kissing her, a friend of her uncle's, hadn't missed a beat.  He'd
kept on kissing her straight through, not allowing her to interrupt the
flow this time.  Will felt her thigh muscles relax beneath his hand.  He
waited a few seconds then, using his forearm, he carefully levered her
knees apart.  She didn't fight him.  It was time for a second attempt.

   Slowly and carefully, Will Parsons began to massage Kelli's inner thigh
beneath her dress.  He knew the young girl was getting aroused.  He could
hear her breaths come in quick puffs through her nose while she kissed her
other partner, but mostly he could feel her moist heat against the backs of
his fingers as it radiated from its source just centimeters from his hand.
After stroking the satiny skin and squeezing the firm muscles of Kelli's
inner thigh for several minutes with no sign of rejection, Will Parsons
extended his fingertips.

   This time there was no violent reaction when he pressed ever so gently
with two fingers against the warm, moist cotton veil concealing the gates
to the palace.  Will thought he heard a slightly more forceful exhale of
breath from the pretty teenager, but couldn't be sure.  In any case, she
did not squeal aloud, nor did she lock her strong legs together, trapping
his hand and arm.  For reasons unknown, and Will was not one to argue,
Kelli accepted his touch this time.

   She was marvelously warm and both soft and firm at the same time as only
a young girl can be.  Will doubted if he'd ever had his hands on one so
young and so lovely.  He was thoroughly enjoying himself.  He moved his
hand up just enough to bring his other fingers and thumb into play.  So
intent had he been on touching her that Will had failed to notice that the
man sharing Kelli with him, had managed to move his hand to her breast. 
The man was quite busy with the girl's mouth, a place that Will would like
to visit later.

   Gene pulled his mouth from Kelli's only long enough to glance at the man
seated to her left.  He looked down and noticed the man's arm protruding
from under her summer dress, and from the look on the man's face, Gene knew
where his hand was.  A discerning look and a casual nod were the only signs
exchanged between the two men, but each knew what was expected of him. 
Gene turned to Kelli, covered her mouth with his own, then as the tip of
his tongue found her's and they began their dance, he squeezed her right
breast once, then again and again evenly and rhythmically.

   Beneath her dress, Will Parsons' hand found its mark.  With his thumb,
he pressed against the very top juncture of Kelli's outer gates.  There he
began slow and purposeful orbits over the tiny shroud behind which lay the
key to the castle.  His index and middle fingers he let slide downward over
warm cotton to take up a position before the gate itself.  It would be
their job to move the veil aside when the time was right.

   That time was now, as far as Will Parsons was concerned.  He wanted
nothing more right now than to slip his finger tips into the warm, sticky
world that was Kelli McDaniels.  Casting caution to the wind, Will
maintained the circular rubbing motion with his thumb, figuring rightly
that Kelli had by now accepted his touch.  In fact, at one point he thought
for sure that he felt her push herself against his hand.  Then, using the
very tips of his index and middle fingers, Will gingerly tickled back the
thin elastic band surrounding the girl's right thigh.  All that was left
then was to hook his fingers under the soft fabric.  Seconds later a big
smile lit up Will Parsons' face.  The backs of his two fingers lay against
intimate female flesh, supple and gratifyingly damp.

   Will's foray was short lived, however, because at that very moment,
Curtis Manson rose from his seat and walked over to the fireplace where Joe
stood.  "Enough of this child's play," he said gruffly to Joe.  "You said
we'd all get a turn with her." He glanced at his wristwatch.  "It's gettin'
late.  When are we gonna fuck her?" he asked tactlessly.

   Even Joe was surprised by Curtis' directness, but he had to agree, it
was getting late.  "Just hold your horses.  I think Gene and your buddy
there have just about got her ready." That having been said, Joe walked
over and knelt at the rear of the couch, behind where his niece sat. 
"Kelli, girl," he whispered from just behind her ear.  Gene saw him coming
and suspended his oral gratification efforts for the moment.  Both men
could plainly see that the teenager was totally "out of it".  Joe glanced
in the other man's direction.  The guy smiled at him, but continued to
rummage beneath Kelli's summer dress.  "Kelli, girl.  It's your Uncle Joe,
baby.  Can you hear me?" he murmured, leaning over the back of the couch so
that she could see him.

   "Huh?....Uh huh" Kelli stared at Joe blankly while she attempted to sort
out the real from the imagined.  She was terribly disoriented at the
moment. Just seconds earlier she'd been in Chris' arms.  He'd held her and
kissed her passionately, and touched her in that special way.  Now suddenly
she was in her uncle's living room with Joe and some strange men, she
didn't know.  Kelli couldn't remember how she'd gotten there.  But there
she was, seated on the sofa with a stranger on either side of her, two
standing in front of the couch looking down at her, and her Uncle Joe
leaning over the sofa back, and all of them seemed to be very interested in
her.  Kelli started to feel a tiny bit panicky.

   "Thank God, Chris is here to protect me," she thought muzzily.  Then,
"Mmmmm..." she purred silently.  "He always makes me so wonderful,"
referring to the sizzling, liquid feelings that radiated from the center of
her femininity down her legs and up into her tummy.  Kelli turned to smile
at Chris, to kiss him, to be one with him.  "But wait!  That's not Chris,"
she realized as she sat blinking dumbly at the man to her right.  A
question ever so slowly materialized in her muddled thoughts.  "Then
who???" Kelli dropped her eyes to her lap.  As those wonderful, purely
female sensations continued to flood her nervous system, further clouding
her thoughts, Kelli tried to focus on the man's arm which extended from
under the hem of her dress.  "Then who's???" She couldn't seem to complete
the question.  Kelli followed the man's arm with her eyes as though she
were walking a tightrope.  "Who's touching?...  Mmmm..." Kelli purred
almost audibly when Chris started doing that special swirling thing he
does.

   At the other end of the mystery arm which seemed very, very long indeed,
was the smiling face of yet another stranger.  Kelli stared at him
stupidly. "Something wasn't right." She knew that something wasn't right!
"But what?"

   The simple fact of the matter was, of course, that because of the booze
and the drugs and the sexual stimulation, Kelli had forgotten the question.
She might have figured it out eventually, or at the very least taken a
second stab at investigation, had her Uncle Joe not intervened.

   "Kelli, girl," he called to her again.  "Are you with us, sweetheart?"

   Just as his pretty niece looked around at him, a tremor passed through
her body.  It had originated at her spiritual and physiological center.  It
was an orgasmic precursor, and it vanished as quickly as it had arisen.  At
the same time, the source of these bursts of stimuli vanished as well,
leaving Kelli feeling oddly disconnected.  The befuddled teenager never did
put two and two together.  Even when right beside her on the sofa, Will
Parsons sat rubbing his fingers together.  Each digit was coated with
viscus silken nectar.

   Kelli nodded to her Uncle Joe, but said nothing.  She just wanted to go
to sleep.

   "I want you to do your Uncle Joe a big favor, Kelli." She continued to
stare at him.  She looked like she was going to pass out at any moment. 
"Hope I didn't overdo the tranqs," Joe thought, looking closely at his
woozy niece.  Before continuing he stepped around in front of the couch,
then knelt down again so he could look the groggy girl in the eyes.  "Would
you like to do a big favor for your Uncle Joe?" he asked rhetorically.

   Kelli nodded, then mumbled, "I'm so sleepy, Uncle Joe."

   Joe knew exactly how to deal with her drowsiness.  Kelli's boyfriend,
Chris had supplied him with the ideal solution to that little problem.  "I
know, Kelli, honey," Joe crooned, but first I want you to do something for
me." Placing his fingers under Kelli's chin, he raised her lack luster eyes
to his.  "I want you to be real nice to my buddies here.  Will you do that
for me?  I promised them that you'd treat 'em all real special." He gazed
into her eyes.

   Even though his niece was quite intoxicated, his suggestion appeared to
register in some place deep down.  While Joe held her pretty face up to
his, he watched the dark clouds gather.

   With an expression of apprehension laced heavily with confusion, Kelli
replied, "Huh?...  but?..."

   "You understand what I want you to do, don't you Kelli." Joe stated more
than asked as he stared deep into her troubled eyes.  "You know what I mean
when I say that I want you to be real nice, don't you."

   Kelli hugged herself and tried to look away, but Joe held her chin in
his thick fingers, forcing her to look at him.  Her thoughts were rapidly
clearing.  Kelli sat in silent thought for several minutes while the five
men stared at her, waiting.  "How could he even ask such a thing!" Kelli's
mind cried.  "I mean it's bad enough that he makes me do stuff with him,
but now he expects me to be with these men!"

   Adrenalin can be a very sobering substance, and right now Kelli's
thoughts of hatred and revulsion toward her uncle made her blood stream
boil with it.  Joe saw it coming when her pupils contracted to pin pricks.

   "No way!" Kelli said in a surprisingly calm voice, considering the
circumstances.  Then she jerked her chin free of her uncle's grip and tried
to stand.  Uncle Joe sat back on his haunches to give her room.  Adrenalin
only goes so far, he knew as Kelli quickly found out when her head began to
spin the minute she stood.  Joe was waiting and caught his young niece as
she swooned.

   Kelli had never been more upset with Chris.  He knew how she felt about
love making.  It was supposed to be something that only two people who were
in truly in love did.  The idea of recreational sex was utterly repugnant
to her.  "Why are you doing this, Chris?" Kelli shrieked in horror as she
gazed up at the outlandish leering faces leaning above her.  "Who are these
people?" But Chris wouldn't answer her.  It was enraging to Kelli.  "All he
ever wants to do is fuck!" she brooded.  "Ow!  Take it easy, Chris!" Kelli
groaned when her steady boyfriend jabbed her particularly hard.  "At least
he'd agreed to do it the 'normal way' this time.  Kelli called the
missionary position "The Normal Way".  Lately he always wants to do it some
weird way or in some weird place.  Like now, for example.  "Why did we have
to do it on the floor?  It's so hard and it gives me rug burns.  What's
wrong with the bed!" she pondered while her strangely silent boyfriend
pummeled away at her.

   "Ughh..  Jesus!, Chris.  What's the matter with you?" Kelli groaned.  He
was being unusually rough with her.  "Slow down, honey," she said as
soothingly as she could.  Then reached up and wrapped her arms around his
muscular body.  "What the...?" Kelli said upon discovering that she
couldn't reach her arms around her boyfriend's waist.  "Huhggg, Ow, God!"
she cried out in pain."

   "Hey take it easy with her, Curtis.  Leave a little for us, OK."

   "Who said that?" Kelli wondered then she grunted in a most unladylike
manner following another particularly deep thrust from Chris.

   Then came the real shocker.  "Fuck off, asshole.  You'll get your turn!"
Chris said in an unusually gruff voice from right beside Kelli's left ear.
Kelli tried to turn her head, but he was too close to her.  "And let me
tell you," the unfamiliar baritone voice rumbled.  "This pussy's well worth
the wait."

   Kelli was suddenly shot through with icy horror.  Slowly she began to
believe that the man on top of her, the man inside of her was not her Chris
at all.

   "Uhhhmmmm..." the voice growled.  "I'm gonna cum.  OK if I come inside
her, Joe?"

   "Sure, go ahead.  I always do.  I should probably get her on some kinda
birth control, I suppose," a suddenly familiar voice replied casually.

   The body on top of Kelli trembled once, and lay strangely still.  His
massive bulk became suddenly crushing and suffocating.  Then while Kelli
gazed up at him in horror, the beast rose over her like Godzilla rising
from the Hudson.  Kelli was on the verge of going into shock as the hulk of
a man braced himself above her on his outstretched arms.  His body was
white and bloated and covered with course, black hair.  His chubby face was
flushed from exertion.  Kelli couldn't bare to look at him as he leered
down at her, but she could certainly feel him.  In her dream state, Kelli
had imagined that she had a really bad stomach ache of unknown origin.  In
fact, she'd wondered why she'd ever allowed Chris to make love to her at
all since she was so sore down there.

   Kelli at last realized the true source of her abdominal discomfort.  She
used to think that her Uncle Joe was big, but this man was immense.  When,
after getting himself propped up above her, he slowly pulled himself out of
her, Kelli thought she knew how if must feel to give birth.  For a few
moments while she lay beneath the beast, gasping for breath she even
experienced brief post partum syndrome.  Then the mass was moving into her
again.  It was like someone drove a bus into her vagina.  And what was
worse, Kelli was now almost fully cognizant and aware of her surroundings.
As the pressure mounted steadily, she looked wildly about, for what she
didn't know.  Kelli groaned pitifully, and her shapely hips rose up off the
carpeted livingroom floor as her body instinctively tried to align itself
to better accept the tremendous volume of maleness her lover offered her.
Then, when Kelli felt she would surely burst at the seams, the onslaught
abruptly ceased.

   Kelli had experienced being inseminated on more than one occasion.  To
her, it was not a pleasant thing.  After all, chances were quite good that
she would be impregnated if she weren't already.  Also the mere thought of
allowing a man to excrete his bodily fluids into one of her body cavities
was exceedingly offensive to Kelli.  So far, though, she'd been forced to
endure the process, with both Chris and her Uncle Joe.  The similarities
between what she'd been used to in the past and what she was about to
undergo ended there, however.  It was like comparing being offered a sip
from a soda straw to being force fed by a water cannon.  In addition, there
was the fact that her lover was so large that Kelli was stretched
exceptionally tightly around his girth, leaving no escape route for the
mounting hydraulic pressure.

   His first salvo was like a physical blow, causing Kelli to grunt in
surprise.  Her hazel eyes flew open in response to the unusual sensation of
liquid heat spreading first throughout her lower anatomy then like the
mercury in a thermometer is seemed to rise upward.  His first offering was
followed quickly by a second, a third, and a forth.  Had it not been
anatomically impossible, Kelli was certain that semen would soon fill her
sinuses and begin to leak out of her tear ducts.  It was a copious amount
of semen that Curtis Manson quite literally pumped into the seventeen year
old beauty that evening, and to this day, Kelli would never know where it
all went.  One thing is certain, however.  None leaked out, even after he
dismounted her.

   So involved was Kelli with her first lover of the evening that she
hadn't had time to say anything to her Uncle Joe.  Now that Curtis was
finished with her and Kelli lay curled around her aching womb on the floor
by the fireplace, Joe came and sat beside her.

   For a long time, Kelli wouldn't speak to him, then finally she said
softly, "I hate you, Uncle Joe."

   Joe remained silent for a moment before responding to his distressed
niece.  "I know, Kell," he said at last, using his pet name for her. 
"We've been through this before.  I can understand how you might not enjoy
multiple partners right at first, but it's such good experience for you. 
And just think how much you'll have learned by the time you go home." He
returned her hateful look with a condescending smile.  Then in a more
thoughtful tone of voice, he said, "To tell you the truth, I'm not really
sure how I feel about watching another man make love to you, Kelli.  In
some ways it's exciting and in other ways it's upsetting to me.  So you
see, we both have our own crosses to bear."

   Kelli couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "You're upset!  Watching a
strange man have his way with me makes you upset," Kelli cried with
incredulity.  "How do you think I feel.  After all, I'm the one on my back.
That last guy was like making love to a truck," she cried.

   "I know, Kell," Joe acquiesced.  "Curtis was pretty rough, but we drew
straws to see who would go first, and he won.  What would you have me do?"
He spread his hands in mock surrender.  "Anyway, I guarantee that Gene will
be much gentler.  I know him.  You'll see."

   As if on cue, the man whom Kelli vaguely recognized as having sat beside
her earlier on the sofa appeared.

   "Oh, no!" Kelli declared, her face a portrait of astonishment.  "Not
tonight.  Not again tonight." When her uncle said nothing, Kelli, much to
her chagrin, resorted to whining.  "Please, Uncle Joe.  Not another one of
your weird friends.  Why don't the two of us go upstairs.  I'm a little
sore, but I'll do my best to please you.  I promise, Uncle Joe." Kelli
couldn't believe what she'd just said after the words left her mouth. 
She'd actually tried to bargain with her despised uncle for sexual favors.

   "That's very tempting, Kell," he uncle replied.  He was secretly
overjoyed by her offer, but couldn't let her know that.  "But you see, Gene
here's been waiting all week to be with you.  Haven't you Gene?" The man
nodded , dumbly staring down at the naked teenager at his feet.  "You see
there.  So you go ahead and show him a nice time, Kelli.  You'll do that
for me, won't you?  Or better yet, do it for Chris," he added with a
threatening look.

   Kelli returned his gaze with an icy stare.  "Some day the tables will
turn," she muttered to no one in particular.

   Joe pretended not to hear, saying, "OK, then.  You two love birds get
started, and I'll be right back." Gene was already out of his trousers and
kneeling beside Kelli.  Will and Seth were close by to watch, and Curtis
sat alone on the couch.  As Joe stepped into the hall he heard a low groan,
and knew that his pretty niece had taken her second lover for the evening.

   When he returned, the two were hard at play.  Gene Wilcox was propped up
on his hands above Kelli, his chubby white ass pumping up and down like a
slow moving oil rig.  Beneath the big man Joe's young niece lay unmoving,
her small, shapely body rocking forward and back in time to Gene's cadence.
Her face was a neutral mask.  She looked tired.  She looked disgusted, and
she was obviously not enjoying herself in the least.  Joe intended to
change that.

   Kneeling next to the loving couple, Joe studied his niece a bit closer.
First of all, in spite of her seeming lack of interest, Kelli's face and
neck were flushed a healthy shade of pink.  Looking down at her body, her
uncle noticed immediately that both of her nipples were hard and erect. 
Gazing farther down, Joe could see the shaft of Gene's penis above Kelli's
blond curls whenever he moved his hips back.  It was quite obvious that
Gene was coated with Kelli's natural lubricant.  What this indicated to
Joe, was the fact that his young niece's body was involved in their love
making regardless of her state of mind.  This was a very healthy
development.  Kelli was gradually becoming a more sexually motivated young
lady.

   Joe noticed that his niece was staring at him.  "Pay attention to Gene,"
he admonished her.  "He's your lover, not me." She looked away in disgust.

   Kelli's hands were folded across her tummy as she lay accepting what the
older man had to offer.  She was startled at first when Joe took her arm,
and then she saw the tourniquet.  Unlike the first two instances, Kelli
suffered now from very mixed emotions about what her uncle was going to do
to her.  On the one hand, the idea of being injected with a dangerous drug
by her own uncle was quite unsettling, to say the least.  However, Kelli
felt her heart rate climb with anticipation when Joe laid his black leather
case on the floor beside her.  There was no arguing that she was beginning
to enjoy the effects of the powerful stimulant drug, particularly during
love making.

   "What're you doin' to her, Joe?" Gene Wilcox asked breathlessly as he
labored over Kelli.  It had been years since he'd been with a woman, let
alone a teenager.  Gene was in heaven.  He wasn't an exceptionally large
man, and he and Kelli fit together quite well.  He held no allusions of
sending her to Nirvana.  All he hoped to do was to keep up with her and
maybe show her a good time.  As far as Gene could tell, Kelli's young body
was responding to his attentions nicely.  From time to time, he felt her
bare down on him in a steely soft grip.  Although she wouldn't look at him,
nor would she say anything at all to him, Gene sensed that his efforts were
having an effect on the pretty teenager.

   "Just a little pick me up, my friend," Joe lied.  "She's young, but
she's not Super Girl," he joked, although both he and Kelli knew that she'd
soon be flying.  "You to lovers just keep on doin' what you're doin', and
don't mind me.  I'll be out of your way in a flash." Joe smiled warmly at
his friend who nodded politely then re-focused his attentions on the
business at hand.

   Kelli didn't resist when her uncle lay her arm out to one side on th
livingroom carpet.  She knew by now what to expect, and that he would not
hurt her.  Without comment, Joe tied the elastic tubing tightly around her
upper arm just above the elbow.  "Make a fist," Joe mouthed to his niece.
After one or two squeezes of her small hand, Kelli made a fist.  Beneath
the paper white skin at the inside of her elbow, two large, blue veins
rose. Joe smiled as he palpated first one, and then the other with the tip
of his index finger.

   He wanted to avoid using the same site more than once so as to avoid
leaving marks or scarring the vein walls.  Kelli watched the proceedings
closely, practically disassociating herself with Gene, her lover, but
they'd soon get back together.  Joe unzipped his pouch and removed a foil
wrapped alcohol wipe which he used to sterilize the inside of Kelli's arm.
Kelli licked her lips in response to her first glimpse of the clear glass
3cc hypodermic syringe.  Its calibrated barrel was already charged with
what her Uncle Joe referred to as "Liquid Love".  Actually it was a rather
potent dose of the very high grade cocaine that her boyfriend had stashed
in her luggage.  That single act had been the cause of all of Kelli's
problems, and where it would end up leading her, only time would tell.

   "You sure you know what you're doing?" Gene asked nervously when his
friend held up the syringe and thumped the side of the barrel.

   "Yup," was the only reply Joe would give him as he watched one or two
tiny air bubble break loose from the glass walls of the cylinder and float
toward the upturned tip of the hypodermic.  Joe carefully depressed the
plunger until one shining drop of clear liquid appeared on the end of the
gleaming sharp needle.

   "What do you want me to do?" Gene asked hastily as Joe lowered the
syringe in the direction of his young lover's arm.

   "If you wouldn't mind holding still for just one minute until I'm
finished, I'd appreciate it.  I don't want to stick her wrong."

   Gene immediately stopped the thrusting motion of his hips.  "You want me
to get off of her?" he asked helpfully.

   "No you can stay in her.  Go ahead and slide all the way in, as a matter
of fact.  Just hold real still for a minute or two.  When I say the word,
start stroking her real slow and easy, then once I pull the needle out, you
two can do whatever you feel like.  She's all yours, Gene.  All I ask is
that you be good to her.  Kelli's my special girl," Joe whispered as he
smiled warmly down at his niece.  Then he added, "Oh, and get ready for the
ride of your life." He winked at Gene who had no idea at the time what he
was talking about.

   "Ready, Kell?" Joe asked.  She closed her eyes and looked away.

   Gene eased himself fully into his young lover then held very still. 
Being squeamish about the sight of blood, Gene was forced to look away as
Joe pressed the tip of the needle to Kelli's tender skin just over the
bulge of the waiting vein below.  For a fraction of a second, the skin
dimpled inward before being pierced by the shining needle.  Similarly, Joe
felt a slight resistance from the vein wall, before it too surrendered.

   The real trick to intravenous injection is to position the syringe at a
low angle to the surface of the skin.  This helps assure that the needle
won't pass all the way through the vein and exit out of the opposite side.
This can be a very dangerous and painful experience, and one that is easily
avoided with the proper training and technique.  Another potential problem,
of course, is missing the vein entirely.  Although easy to do with some
patients who have very small veins which can be difficult to see, Joe was
very fortunate in that both he and his niece were endowed with excellent
targets.  The final precaution which must never be omitted is to test to be
certain that the needle is truly in the vein before attempting the actual
injection.

   After piercing Kelli's vein with the point of the needle.  Joe lowered
the barrel of the syringe to the proper angle to the skin and pushed the
needle the rest of the way in, keeping the needle in line with the vein,
never across it.  He glanced up at his young patient.  She appeared to be
doing just fine.  Joe found the entire affair of injecting his teenage
niece while another man made love to her to be highly erotic, indeed. 
While holding the barrel of the syringe firmly in place with one hand, Joe
gripped the end of the glass plunger with the finger tips of his free hand.
One gentle tug on it, and a tiny plume of bright red blood spurted into the
barrel of the hypodermic, quickly mixing with its contents and turning the
clear solution a light shade of pink.  He was in.

   Had there been no telltale plume of blood, it would have indicated a
miss, and he would have been forced to repeat the procedure in Kelli's
other arm, but Joe was well versed at this sort of thing and rarely made a
mistake.

   Holding the barrel of the syringe with his fingers braced against
Kelli's arm, Joe glanced in Gene's direction.  "OK, you can start making
love to her again, but go real easy until I tell you.  I don't want her arm
to move.  Understand?"

   Gene nodded nervously.  "You sure.  I mean...."

   "Yeah, it's OK, really.  Just be careful.  You're OK aren't you, Kell?"

   "I guess so," Kelli answered in a lilting voice.  If the truth be known,
she was not at all happy about this evening's arrangements, but it was far
to late to change things now.  "At least this guy's not an animal like the
last asshole," Kelly thought, feeling her lover's penis begin to move
again.

   Joe decided that there was no need to hurry the injection.  So rather
than leave the tourniquet in place like he usually did in order to deny the
powerful drug access to the rest of Kelli's circulatory system until he was
ready to mount her, he carefully removed the elastic tubing from her arm.

   Uncle Joe paused, taking a moment to watch Gene Wilcox make love to
Kelli.  Gene was conducting himself like a true gentleman, he was happy to
see.  Joe had not been at all pleased with the way Curtis Manson had
treated her and had already decided that the man would never touch Kelli
again after tonight.

   "She's so lovely when she's turned on," Joe mused as he gazed down at
his young niece.  Just then Kelli rolled her head toward him.  Her cheeks
were flushed with color, and a precious sheen of perspiration graced her
forehead and upper lip.  "The ladies like to call it 'a glow'," Joe
remembered.  She panted softly through parted lips, and as Joe looked on,
her pink tongue flick across her white teeth, leaving them wet and
twinkling like stars.

   Kelli's eyes were closed, as Joe slowly depressed the plunger of the
syringe.  He'd prepared a healthy dosage for his niece, since she'd be
entertaining his guests for several hours.  As a result, the 3cc syringe
was almost full, and the plunger was practically fully extended.  When the
rubber gasket at the front of the plunger hit the 2cc mark on the
calibrated glass barrel, Joe stopped.  Unconsciously he counted the seconds
in his head as he studied Kelli's face intently.  After approximately
fifteen seconds had passed, she slowly opened her eyes.  Joe smiled down at
his pretty niece as he watched her begin to get off.  The indications were
subtle at first.  Her lips parted a little farther as her expression
gradually turned to one of curious surprise.  She closed her eyes then
opened them again in a prolonged blink.

   Joe advanced the plunger until it reached the 1cc mark.  Kelli closed
her eyes and rolled her head, turning her face away briefly.

   "Hmmphh," she snorted softly through her nose.  The muscles of her
abdomen contracted suddenly, causing her tummy to flex visibly.  Her lithe
body jerked once, then she lay still.

   "What's happening?" Gene inquired, obviously somewhat apprehensive.  "Is
she OK?  She just clamped down on me like you wouldn't believe," he said
breathlessly.

   "She's just fine, Gene," Joe assured his friend.  "She's just starting
to get off." He leaned over his niece and whispered, "Don't move your arm,
Kelli girl.  We're almost done, sweetheart."

   Kelli looked back in her uncle's direction.  Her eyes were open wide and
her face was a portrait of wonder and grace.  She would not be cognizant
for much longer.  "That's my girl.  You be real nice to Gene now," he
murmured affectionately.  "And pretty soon the other guys are gonna join
in. We're going to have us a real party."

   Kelli licked her lips.  "Muuhhhhh," she huffed, blinking slowly.  She
saw her Uncle Joe lean closer to her, but at the same time he moved farther
away.  Her surroundings looked like she was staring out from inside of a
fish bowl.  He was speaking to her.  His voice sounded tinny and distant,
and the words reverberated, "be nice...nice...nice...." Her heart raced in
her chest.  Uncle Joe's face suddenly filled her vision.  A sizzling aura
surrounded him.  His lips moved in slow motion.

   "A...par...tyyy...yyy...yyy," he said.

   Joe studied his niece's eyes, noticing her pupils grow larger and
larger. Her mouth opened and closed, but she didn't make a sound. 
Approximately one cc remained.  Taking the plunger of the hypodermic once
again, he pushed it slowly forward until about half of the remaining clear
solution disappeared into his niece's arm.  At that point Joe paused, then
slowly pulled the plunger back.  The transparent glass barrel of the
hypodermic instantly turned dark red as it filled with Kelli's blood.  When
it was full, Uncle Joe depressed the plunger until half of the mixture was
injected back into his niece.  Then he waited for about fifteen seconds
before he repeated the procedure.  This time, however, after once again
filling the syringe with his young niece's blood, Joe injected the entire
mixture of blood and cocaine into Kelli's circulatory system.  Moving
quickly now, Joe reached for a fresh alcohol wipe from his nearby kit,
placed it over the end of the syringe where the needle still lay buried in
Kelli's arm, and carefully withdrew the shining needle from her vein. 
After wiping her arm thoroughly with alcohol, he pressed a folded piece of
gauze over the injection site in the crotch of Kelli's elbow.  Uncle Joe
could actually feel the young girl begin to vibrate when he took her wrist
gently in his big hand and folded her arm across her chest to hold the
compress in place for awhile, anyway.

   Kelli's world was delaminating quickly.  At first an avalanche of
incomprehensible patterns and oscillating sounds swept over her,
disorienting her, frightening her.  Then in an utterly silent instant she
watched her body shatter at the molecular level and explode like the birth
of a galaxy.  As though she were riding a tsunami, a cacophony of riotous
tones played by a maniacal organist then took Kelli and carried the
fragments of her being to the far corners of the universe.

   When Gene Wilcox inadvertently looked down and saw the young girl's
blood being drawn in and out of the hypodermic syringe, he froze, and for a
moment he thought he might faint.  But when Joe finally pulled the needle
out of the girl's arm, Gene breathed a sigh of relief.  He didn't want any
problems.  So far everything had been just great.  His wife was out of town
visiting a sick aunt, and here he was making love to a beautiful teenager.
Joe hadn't mentioned the drugs, but Gene decided that he might as well be
open minded out it.  Still, he sincerely hoped that Joe McDaniels knew what
he was doing.

   "You can go ahead now, Gene," he heard Joe say.  Snapping back to the
present, Gene looked at his host who was tidying up his paraphernalia.  "Go
on, man.  Take her.  Or better yet, let her take you."

   "Huh?" Gene said.

   "You'll see.  Here let me help you.  Lie down on top of her, and I'll
help you two roll over so she's on top.  In a second or two, she's gonna
ride you like a prize bull.  Come on, come on.  Hurry, Gene."

   Confused, Gene did what he was told.  He heard his young lover moan when
he flattened his big body down on top of her.  She felt like a warm doll
beneath his bulk.  Gene felt hands on his back then Joe told him to roll to
his right.  After some huffing grunts, Gene at last lay on his back with
young Kelli lying onto top of him, and amazingly enough he'd managed to
stay inside of her throughout the entire maneuver.

   Wave after wave of scintillating energy flowed through Kelli until every
nerve ending in her body sizzled with increased sensitivity.  Her vision
narrowed to the point where she saw the room from the end of a small bore
pipe, and as she stared through uncomprehending eyes, her world inverted.
The words, "Take....take....take....her.....her....her," thundered through
Kelli's mind.  She lay atop a bed of warm Jello.  Then suddenly she sensed
a presence.  Something was there at the center of her being, something
white hot.  As quickly as her universe had burst asunder, expanding outward
like the shock wave from a nuclear explosion, Kelli imploded.  Like a video
on rapid rewind, she folded inward toward the solar flare at her core,
pulled toward the inferno like a moth to a flame.  Kelli wanted the heat.
She needed the heat.  She knew the source of the blaze was inside of her,
but she couldn't seem to reach it.  Then as though she were discovering
those muscles that are distinctly female for the first time, she reached
out with her womanhood and grabbed the flaming brand.  For the next hour,
Kelli rode the firestorm.

   Gene had never had a woman on top of him before, so when Kelli's hips
started to move on him, he wasn't sure what to do.  It didn't take him long
to catch on, though.  As the hot young teenager began to move, Gene found
that all he had to do was to stay with her, and let Kelli do all the
fucking.

   And fuck she did.  As the powerful drug thundered through her body and
soul, Kelli became the consummate sexual animal.  Her shapely hips bucked
up and down with ever increasing force and rapidity, as she lay atop her
older lover.  Kelli had forgotten all about the circumstances surrounding
her love making.  Why and how were irrelevant.  Her body switched to
auto-pilot and she simply reacted.  Gene groaned aloud when the hot
teenager sat upright on top of him unexpectedly.  Kelli laced her fingers
through the thick matted hair on Gene's chest and proceeded to undulate her
hips back and forth.  Gene could feel the head of his penis grinding deep
inside the supple sheath of Kelli's vagina.  He was in heaven as he watched
his friend's niece fuck herself silly on his rock hard manhood.  Her big
eyes were hazy with unbridled passion.  Sticky, wet sounds began to snap
and pop from between her muscular thighs.

   Seth Randal decided that he was going to have to get in on the action or
be left out altogether.  Stripping off his trousers and boxers, the older
man walked over to the loving couple, and stood watching for a moment while
he stroked himself into full erection.  In a surprisingly short period of
time, Seth held a long, skinny shaft about eleven inches in length in his
right hand.  Kelli didn't notice him at first when he stepped across Gene's
outstretched legs and stood looking down at the busy young girl below him.
Gene wasn't certain what the man was up to, and really didn't care.  Gene
had other things on his mind.  His hands rested on the tops of Kelli's
thighs as he gazed up at the body of the hot teenage girl who was making
heated love to him.

   Seth reached down with his left hand and pushed gently against Kelli's
back between her shoulders.  At last sensing the constant pressure, she
slowly fell forward, until once again, she lay atop Gene's chest.  Her
pretty ass never stopped its incessant motion as she made love to the hot
presence inside.  It was that pretty ass that was Seth's target.  He knelt
behind Kelli, straddling Gene's knees.  Seth squeezed his shaft in his
right fist as he moved it between the milky orbs of Kelli's pretty bottom.

   Uncle Joe was extremely pleased to see how well events were developing.
He watched Seth take hold of Kelli's left hip to steady her.  He'd fully
intended to have Kelli anally at some point in time, but simply hadn't
gotten around to it.  Now Seth Randal was about to go where no man had gone
before.  With a slight sense of regret, Joe watched Seth Randal advance.

   Even in her highly salacious state, Kelli felt the second male appendage
enter her abdominal cavity.  Fortunately she'd been spending regular time
in her love seat, so the rear entry wasn't as traumatic as it might have
been otherwise.  Still, there was quite a difference between artificial
penises and real ones, and the gentleman who'd just slipped into Kelli
certainly knew how to handle his.

   Slapping Kelli on the right buttock, Seth grunted, "That's my girl. 
You've got a fine tight little ass, Kelli." Then while her loving Uncle Joe
looked on, Seth Randal grabbed Kelli by her love handles and pushed forward
with his hips.  The teenager trembled noticeably as inch after fleshy inch
of Seth's long thin penis slid into her previously unexplored anal passage.
The powerful cocaine amplified the invasive sensation of the hot, meaty
abundance of maleness which gradually overwhelmed the very center of
Kelli's femininity.

   "Hh..hh..hh..hhohhhhhh," Kelli moaned in a husky exhale of breath. 
Instinctively she rose up onto her hands and arched her back in an effort
to align herself.

   At first, Gene Wilcox had no idea what was happening.  He looked up at
the sexy teenager and saw an expression of wide eyed wonder on her face. 
Her mouth fell open as she alternately gasped then grunted several times.
Her firm breasts bounced enticingly just inches above his face.  Then he
felt it.  "Ho, what the hell!" Gene gasped when he felt something foreign
move inside of his young lover.  Something hard was bulling its way into
Kelli, sharing her female spaces with him.

   Seth Randal paused his advance momentarily.  Looking around Kelli's
torso, he said to the man beneath her, "Not to worry, Gene, old buddy. 
She's got room enough for two.  You just give her a minute to adjust
herself, and I'll guarantee this hot little lady is gonna fuck both our
brains out.  Aren't ya Kelli, girl," Seth said with a laugh.

   Gene was rather put off by the arrangement.  If the truth be known, he
was a pretty straight forward kind of a guy.  Gene had never really
experimented much with sex.  He'd married a prudish woman, and on the rare
occasions when the two of them had sex, it was mechanical and unsatisfying.
This entire evening was a real shock to Gene's system.  First he'd been
invited to make love to a teenage girl.  Then her uncle and his friend, had
injected her with illegal drugs while they were engaged in the act, and now
another man was in the process of sharing her with him.  Gene was on the
verge of balking.  He might even have asked to be let up had not Kelli
suddenly clutched him in the equivalent of a vaginal death grip.

   "Hhhmmeeeeee," Kelli squealed when eleven inches of male made its way
deep into her nether regions.  A profoundly penetrating and swelling pain
tore through her body, setting the drug energized nerve endings of her
inner thighs on fire.  Her belly bulged outward in response to the dramatic
changes in her interior displacement.  Kelli thought she could actually
feel her belly button distending as the relentless internal pressures
mounted.  Her entire body shuddered as exquisite pulses raced up her spine.
Even her jaw muscles throbbed.  A bit of drool fell from Kelli's quivering
lower lip to land on Gene's chest, as the shocked older man gazed up at her
with a mixture of apprehension and astonishment.

   Gene Wilcox held perfectly still as he felt the unusual sensation of
Seth Randal's penis join his inside of Kelli.  It was rather disconcerting,
really.  Gene felt a mild sense of personal violation, as the foreign
hardness pressed against him.  Had he not quickly realized that Seth was
taking Kelli in the rear end, Gene would have sworn that the man was inside
her vagina with him.  The thought of this was very disquieting.

   Suddenly Gene was torn from his musings and back to reality when Kelli's
other lover said gruffly, "Alrighty then!  Let's get her goin', Gene old
buddy.  I saw her little ass jumping' up and down on you a minute ago. 
She's a serious little hottie, this one is.  Aren't you, Kelli," Seth
growled.

   Whack...

   Seth Randal slapped Kelli on her right buttock quite hard, causing the
teenager to squeal in surprise.  Meanwhile, the desired results were
achieved inside.  The sting from the man's slap caused Kelli to reflexively
grip the two penises which currently occupied a large portion of her
abdominal cavity.  "You're a sexy little bitch, aren't you, Kelli?"

   Whack...

   "Sure you are," he chuckled wickedly when she again clamped down on him.
"And you're gonna fuck both of us real nice, right, baby?"

   Whack...

   "Mmmm...," Kelli groaned unintentionally.  Again she arched her back as
she sought to orient herself better on her two lovers.

   "Oh, yeah, baby!" Seth said hoarsely when Kelli arched.  Glancing down,
he admired her lovely shape.  Broad shoulders, strong muscular back, narrow
waist and lovely spreading hips.  Between the milky white flesh of Kelli's
pretty ass cheeks, Seth's penis lay buried to the hilt, in a rubbery world
of wonder.  Kelli's right buttock glowed a healthy shade of pink, and the
imprint of his hand was plainly visible on the surface of her skin.  Seth
reached down and placed his hands around Kelli's slim waist just above her
hips.  He ooched forward some, driving himself deeper still into Kelli's
unexplored territory.  She groaned in response.  Then he leaned to the side
so that he could clearly see Gene Wilcox.  "OK, Gene.  I'm ready, and I'll
guarantee our sweet little lady is ready." He winked at Gene.  "You lead,
I'll follow," Seth said with a little chuckle.

   "Wha...  what?" Gene stammered.  He was rather embarrassed by the whole
thing.  He'd always believed that sex was a private matter.  The very act
of making love while others watched was very discomforting to Gene, let
alone doing it with somebody else at the same time.

   "Go ahead, man," Seth encouraged.  "Fuck her.  She wants you to fuck
her. She's made for fuckin', man!"

   Gene thought about what the man was saying for a second or two, before
making up his mind.  He'd go through with this, if for no other reason than
to know that he still had it in him.  Gene felt a sense of pride when he
recalled that just moments ago, he'd managed to get the pretty teenager
very aroused indeed.  He could do this.  "Wha..  What do you want me to
do?" he asked the man on top.

   "That's the spirit," Seth said happily.  "I knew you could do it." He
grinned down at Gene from above.  Then he continued, "You just start
fuckin' and I'll pick up the rhythm.  When you pull out, I'll go in.  We're
gonna make this little lady very happy." He pushed his hips forward,
causing Kelli's rounded buttocks to flatten against his thighs.  "You
ready, Kelli, girl?" he chuckled.

   "Ohhhhh," Kelli moaned.

   "Oh, yeah, she's ready.  Hell, in a few minutes she's gonna be fucking
the both of us silly.  Go for it, Gene, my man!"

   Uncle Joe sat nearby observing as the two men began to move.  It was a
beautiful thing to watch.  It looked almost like a dance as the three
bodies moved in concert.  Seth squatted closely behind her, and for awhile,
Kelli sat upright on Gene Wilcox's penis, allowing herself to be rocked to
and fro from the force of Seth's thrusts.  Both mem where fully involved
with Kelli, for the moment, and kept their thrusts short and slow.  The
teenager's head was thrown back.  Her eyes were closed and her blond hair
spilled down her back like a golden cape.  Kelli's lips were slightly
parted revealing her sparkling white teeth, and her breaths came in shallow
gasps.  Small winces on her pretty face registered her lovers' every move.
Joe was suddenly overcome with a feeling of affection for his pretty young
niece.  He stood and walked over to the loving threesome.  "She's so
lovely," Joe thought as Kelli's body rocked to the rhythm of her lovers. 
Joe, unexpectedly reached out and stroked her soft hair.  Spying the two
other men who watched the proceedings intently from the nearby sofa, Joe
smiled and said, "Isn't she lovely?"

   "Yeah, she sure is," said Will Parsons, rising to his feet.  He stepped
up beside Joe, and both men stood admiring the happy trio.

   From the sofa, Curtis Manson glared at them.  He remained ominously
silent.  Only Joe saw him watching.  "The man gives me the creeps," Joe
thought.

   "Mmm...mmm," Kelli whimpered, catching her uncle's attention once more.
Joe turned to see the man, Will Parson's holding his pretty niece roughly
by her hair.  In his free hand, he held his cock which he was intent on
pressing to Kelli's lips.  "Come on, baby," he murmured.  "Be a good girl
and suck old Will's cock, Kelli." He pulled her head back forcefully.

   "Owwww," Kelli whined.

   "Hey, man, take it easy.  Will you," Joe said, putting his hand on Will
Parson's shoulder.  "You gotta be nice to her.  Treat her right, and she'll
treat you right.  Won't you Kelli," Joe said as he placed his fingers under
Kelli's chin and raised her eyes up to his.  "Let go of her hair, Will,"
Joe said sternly.  Slowly the man complied, but not before he gave his
friend Curtis a conspiring look.  "You're gonna be nice now, aren't you,
Kell?" Joe asked warmly as he gazed into his niece's blue eyes.  Her
expression was one of mild agitation rather than what Joe had hoped for. 
Kelli should have been nearing orgasm at the very least.  "Perhaps she's
becoming too acclimated to all this male attention.  Hmmm," Joe
deliberated. Then in a more serious tone of voice, he said to his young
niece, "Kelli, I want you to be a good girl and show Mr.  Parsons a nice
time."

   With a pitiful, pleading look, Kelli whined, "But Uncle Joe...."

   Joe didn't answer his niece.  He knew what she needed.  Instead, he
glanced down at Gene Wilcox and said, "You two keep her occupied, and I'll
be right back.  Leaving Will Parsons holding his cock, Joe turned and
crossed the room to where he'd left his kit.

   "That ought to keep her going for awhile," Joe muttered as the last of
the mixture of blood and cocaine disappeared into the vein in Kelli's right
ankle.  "You can let her go now," he instructed Will Parsons who'd
assisted. Kelli had not been as cooperative this time, and Joe had been
forced to have the three men restrain her.  It took a little longer for the
drug to make its way through Kelli's circulatory system, since the
injection site was more distant from her heart, but there was no mistaking
its effects when at last the rush took the girl.

   As the freight train of unbridled pleasure and power coursed through her
being, and reality began to fragment around her, Kelli opened her mouth and
gasped.  When she did, Will Parsons was there for her.  Her enraptured
groan was abruptly muted as yet another male appendage was introduced into
her anatomy.  For the next thirty to forty minutes, Kelli's reality became
a tangle of squirming and thrusting flesh.  Her universe pulsated slowly in
time to fire brands of flesh that alternately filled her seemingly from all
directions then withdrew, leaving her empty and wanting.  The living room
was filled with gaspings and groanings mixed with the myriad wet sounds of
love.  Joe fetched his video camera and captured the entire adventure on
tape so that he and his pretty niece, or whomever else he chose could
re-live the marvelous encounter to the fullest.  The most incredible part
of the occasion happened unexpectedly when all three of her lovers reached
their apogees simultaneously.  The camera faithfully captured every nuance
of the loving episode.  Joe artfully zoomed in on Kelli's pretty behind as
the pistoning of the twin shafts back there, increased in fervor then
abruptly plunged deep.  Quickly Joe shifted his vantage point.  His timing
was impeccable as always.  As the camera moved in close and Kelli's lovely
face filled the frame, her eyes said it all.  Joe captured his young
niece's inward stare beautifully as she became the receptacle for a copious
quantity of semen.

   As promised, the evening proved to be a late one for Kelli.  After
having made their offerings to Kelli, and leaving her filled in every
opening, the guests went home.  All with the exception of Curtis Manson
thanked Joe profusely for a wonderful evening.  The big bull of a man
shoved his way past Joe without a word.  Joe had a very bad feeling about
Curtis, but kept it to himself, not wishing to alarm his young niece.

   Following a long hot shower, Kelli and her Uncle Joe retired.  Kelli lay
awake for awhile as her uncle snored softly behind her.  Her thoughts
wandered, and occasionally a vivid image of the evening past flashed in her
mind's eye.  New avenues had been opened for Kelly that night, and oddly
she found that she felt almost numb when she considered the fact that she'd
been in the arms of three complete strangers just hours earlier.  When the
time came for her to return home to friends and family, Kelli McDaniels
would most certainly be a changed young woman.  Her Uncle Joe stirred
behind her, and his hand closed gently over her breast.

   Joe nuzzled his face into his niece's fragrant hair then kissed the back
of her neck.  "One more time, sweetheart, OK," Joe murmured softly.  She
didn't resist.  Kelli was already well lubricated which allowed Joe to slip
almost effortlessly into her.  The tightness of his niece's sphincter
muscles was nothing short of immaculate.  When at last he came for the
second time since they'd gone to bed, Joe's additional seed joined that of
his friends' deep in Kelli's nether regions.
   Continued...  SM