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Subject: {ASSM} SAD DISCOVERY (MF, cheat, voy, mast, inc. cons, preg?)
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SAD DISCOVERY
By LongStretch <longstretch0719@gmail.com>

Those times were heaven and hell.  I had been necking with Joannie
for about an hour.  We were in the front seat of my family's 1947
Pontiac sedan, and it was almost heaven.  The texture and flavor of
her warm kisses were driving me wild.  I wanted to melt into her
short hour-glass body.  My penis was straining for escape and release
as my hand groped up to Joannie's stocking tops and beyond to the
warm, moist flesh of her inner thighs.  But she clamped her legs
together, ending all further progress.

As I reluctantly withdrew my hand, she hugged me to her and nuzzled
in my neck, whispering, "It's getting late; Uncle Bill will be
wondering..."

"Yeh, we don't want to wake up your Uncle Bill and Aunt Angie." I
said with a wry smile, thinking of the dour uncle and aunt with whom
Joannie was living.  She was staying with them for the balance of the
school year after her parents moved to California.

"Well," she answered, "Aunt Angie's off in California helping my Mom
get settled, but Uncle Bill takes his 'loco parentis' role very
seriously." With that she put her hand on the passenger door handle
and opened it slightly. I hurried out my side of the car and held
the door for Joan as she slid out.  I walked her to the front porch,
where she signalled me "SSShhhhh," then kissed me briefly but warmly
on the lips.

I walked back to the car as Joannie disappeared into the darkened
house.  I quietly closed the passenger door, and entered on my side
and sat down under the wheel.  I sat there for some time,
remembering the dance and allure of Joannie's lips and body.  My
penis and blue balls ached for what wasn't to be.  That was the
Hell.

Finally I inserted the key to start the engine. Looking down I saw
it, Joannie's little gold purse she had carried to the dance.  I
picked it up off the floor, and got out of the car.  What to do?  I
didn't want to knock or ring the bell. I didn't want to disturb her
grumpy uncle.   I was going to just leave it on the porch at the
door, but then I saw a stream of light from a window reflecting on
the bushes and trees behind the house.  That must be from Joan's
room.

Quietly, I carried the purse around to the back window, but when I
looked inside, I stopped.  There was my adorable Joannie, in
panties, stockings and garter-belt, facing a mirror, massaging her
breasts, one and then another, and moaning very slightly.

I did not knock on the window with the purse as I had originally
intended.  Instead, I stepped back into the shadow of
some bushes and watched.  The screen on the partly open window
blurred the view a bit, and the light breeze through the bushes
muffled the sounds, but I could see and hear enough to be totally
mesmerized. My left hand held the gold purse, the other reached down
and rubbed my harder-than-ever cock through my pants.  Joan's hands
seemed to follow suit - as one hand continued to rub her soft,
slightly hanging breasts and dark nipples, the other was reaching
down and rubbing the little bulge at her crotch.  As she did so, her
hips started to rock back and forth, and her repeated "MMmmmmm"
sounds indicated her pleasure.

My heart was beating fast and hard.  Finally, just as her hand on
her pussy started moving fast and steadily in small circles, it all
stopped.  She sat down on the edge of the bed -- now she was facing
me and I sank back further into the shadows.  Joan unsnapped the
garters and slid down her stockings one by one, revealing her soft,
creamy legs and feet.

Then as she unfastened and dropped the garter belt, she laid back on
the bed and spread her legs.  With a low moan one hand went to her
breast and the other reached between her legs and started moving in
slow circles.

I then saw something else, the door behind Joan's head opened a
ways. A shadow appeared and then went away and the door slowly
closed.  Joannie had her eyes squeezed shut, and now her hand was
inside her panties, rubbing up and down as her hips were rotating on
the bed.  My own hand was now inside my pants, softly stroking my
hard cock.  I was wishing I could put it where her hand was and do
what her hand was doing.

Just as Joan's moans were becoming louder and her hips started
rising off the bed, the door behind her head opend again, this time
all the way.  A man stepped in and around to the side of the bed.
He was dressed only in a towel and had a receding hairline and
paunchy waistline.  Uncle Bill, I recognized.

"I'll help you with that," he intoned as he sat on the edge of the
bed and rubbed his hand over Joannie's breast and tight nipple.

"Oh, I was hoping you would come," said Joan.

For all the heat and excitement of the moment, my blood ran cold at
that moment.  My sweet Joannie was actually waiting, hoping for this
man in this ready-to-fuck condition.  With me she had always held
off - like a virgin saving it for marriage.  I had respected that
and never forced anything.  Now here she was ready to let her old
Uncle help her to masturbate and maybe more.

My feelings sank even lower when Joannie reached around Bill's neck
and drew his face to hers and began to share her wonderful kiss with
him.  Then he stood up and his towel dropped.  His large penis was
erect and Joannie took that into her mouth -- for another of her
"wonderful kisses."  My own poor phallus had to settle for some
gentle rubbing by my hand, and my mood was so sickened by Joannie's
hunger for her Uncle Bill, that I resisted the urge to make myself
cum.

While Joan felated Bill, he reached down and rubbed her pussy,
inserting his hand under the wasteband of her light blue panties.
Her hips slowly rose and fell as he rubbed, and she reached down and
pushed down her panties, exposing her dark pubic bush.  She kicked
the panties off one leg and spread her knees wide apart.  I could see
that Bill was inserting fingers into her as she moved.  There were
soft moans and heavy breathing, and some softly-spoken words.

Then Bill withdrew his glistening cock from Joannie's lips and
reached with his left hand to his towel on the floor.  He picked up
an object - it was a rolled up condom.  He handed it to Joannie, and
she placed it on the tip of his big penis and rolled it down.  As
she did so, Bill asked, "Do you have any lubricant?"  She indicated
there was some Vaseline in the corner shelf, and Bill stepped over
that way. He returned to the bedside rubbing his now shiny, condom-
encased cock.  He sat down and kissed her breasts as he moved his
hand - apparently with a dollop of vaseline - to Joannie's open
crotch.  She moaned and said, "Does Aunt Angie know what she's
missing?"  Bill replied, "She doesn't seem to care much any more;
maybe she's found something to take its place while she's off at her
sister's."  With that Bill laid down on the bed and began another
mouth to mouth kiss with his niece, with my Joannie.  Bill's leg
moved over Joannie's leg and soon he was mostly between her wide-
spread thighs.

They broke the kiss and Joan groaned loudly as Bill's hips moved
down and forward on her crotch.  She raised her knees and pulled on
his butt as he raised himself on straightened arms and began moving
his hips up and down. Bill was silent as Joannie moaned a stream of
"OOooohhhs" and "AAAaahhhhs."  Her hips began rising up off the bed
to meet him on each stroke, sometimes moving in small circles as she
did so.  Then she was yelping louder..."Oh -- Oh -- Oh -- Yes --
Yes."  They werr moving faster now, and I was trying hard to satisfy
my aching penis without actually cumming.  More yelping with heavy,
audible panting and "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, More, More, Harder ...
Ohhhhhhhhhh."  That loud final "Oh" from Joannie was accompanied
by an even louder grunt from Uncle Bill, as he pushed down and held
suddenly still.

They lay that way for some time - making soft murmers and short,
noisy kisses.  During this I could hold back no longer and I frigged
my anxious hard-on to a much-needed eruption.  My underpants were
messed up for sure, and I stood there wishing I could be the one
nuzzling and whispering sweet nothings with Joannie.

Then Bill rolled off onto his back.  His large penis lay limp on his
groin.  He seemed to notice it at the same time I did.
"Uh, Oh," he said, "Looks like we busted right through that rubber."
Indeed, the ring of the condom and shreds of latex were still on his
shiny penis, but it was clearly not covered.

"Oh, No" cried Joan.  "What if I'm pregnant?"  With that she sat up
abruptly, climbed over her uncle, and ran out the door.  I could see
a light go on in another window -- I presumed the bathroom, but I
remained where I was.  I saw Bill get up and walk to a part of the
room out of my view.  He came back, sans condom, put the towel back
around his waist, straightened the bed clothes and sat down on the
edge of the bed.  It seemed a long wait.  I thought of leaving, but
Bill was facing right at the window, so I didn't move.

After a while, dear Joannie returned, red-eyed and still naked and
weepy.  She told her uncle she had tried to clean up, but wasn't
sure she had gotten it all.  He tried to hug her, but she pushed him
away.  She began sobbing again, and told him she was afraid she
might be pregnant; it was her fertile time of the month.

Then I heard his advice to her...She should let her boyfriend have
sex with her, unprotected.  Then if she turned up pregnant, she
should get him to marry her.  OY...I was her boyfriend (even though
we were never officially "going steady"), and I WAS eager to have
sex with her, but marriage and parenthood were not part of my plans
-- not at this stage of my life.

"Oh," she cried. "I didn't want it to be this way."

"Neither do I," I said to myself, and as Joannie was tearfully
motioning her uncle out the door, I crept out of my shadowed stance,
and walked quietly back to my car.  On the way past, I tossed the
small purse on the front porch.  I got in the car and again inserted
the key in the ignition.  But I didn't start the engine.  I sat and
thought about all that had happened that evening.  Despite all the
erotic images, my young penis somehow refused to harden for me   I
felt somewhat sick and very sad at the memories that had so stirred
me.  I wanted to get home and shed those messy underpants.  I waited
a long time after the lights in several rooms of the house had gone
on and finally all off again. Then I started the engine and drove
sadly away.

EPILOG:

I offered to do a much needed and discussed garage cleanup for my
parents the next weekend; then called Joannie to call off our
planned date explaining that I had to do a full-weekend project for
my parents.  She wasn't happy about it, and was less happy when I
wouldn't commit to any date in the near future.  She hinted that if
I was frustrated at being turned off whenever we were becoming
physically intimate, she really wanted to be "more helpful."  When I
still didn't make a date, she said she hoped I would be honest
enough to tell her if there was "somebody else."  I didn't respond
on that one.  And the phone call ended on an unfriendly note.

I never went out with Joannie again, and we both went on to other
relationships, mostly casual.  She finished out the year and a bit
longer, and then moved out to California where her parents had
moved.  As far as I knew she did not become pregnant, but I wondered
if some of the guys who dated her after that night had a free, but
risky, bareback ride.  When I heard that my buddy Charlie had a date
with Joannie, I warned him, half humorously, to "Be sure to use
protection - don't get yourself into a shotgun wedding."   As far as
I ever learned, that had been a one-date relationship. I never
heard much about it, and I didn't want to hear more.

I often wondered with a mixture of sadness and relief, what would
have happened if I hadn't seen what transpired in Joannie's bedroom
that night.

(c) 2009 by LongStretch <longstretch0719@gmail.com>
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