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                                        WAYWARD COLLEGE GIRL


   When I graduated from high school, I was offered scholarships too a
couple different universities.  They were both good institutions, but
the one that I wanted was clear across the country.  It was one of the
leading schools, in the field that I had chosen.  Unfortunately, their
grant only covered the tuition, and wasn't enough for me to live on.
   I talked this situation over with my parents, and they promised to
give me what assistance they could, which I knew wouldn't be much.  It
was then that Dad surprised me by suggesting that I stay with his
brother.  This stunned me, because I had never known that my father had
a brother, and thought it strange that only now would he be mentioned.
Yet, I desperately wanted to attend that university, and quickly agreed.

   As Dad got up to phone Uncle Hal, I could see that Mom was definitely
worried about something.  Though she never said a word, the look on her
face showed a deep concern.  For some reason, it seemed like she was
dreading the thought of me staying with him.  When I asked her what was
troubling her, she just shrugged and said that it was nothing.
   Dad came back into the room and paused, noticing the disconcerted
look on Mom's face.  "Don't worry, dear, it will be all right," he told
her as he crossed to place his hands on her shoulders.
   Turning to me, he smiled and said, "Hal said that they have plenty of
room, and would be delighted to have you.  He is going to have Angie
make up the spare room just for you."
   Later that night, Dad came into my room while I was going through my
things.  He sat down on the bed, watching me trying to decide what to
take and what to leave behind.  It was obvious that he was disturbed
about something, but I decided not to be inquisitive and let him tell me
when he was ready.  For a long, nerve-racking time, he just sat there
staring into space.  Finally he called me over to sit beside him.
   "I hope that your mother didn't say anything to upset you, earlier,"
he said, taking my hand.
   "I could tell that she was bothered about me staying with Uncle Hal,
but she wouldn't tell me why," I responded.
   "It's a long story," Dad began, dropping his eyes.  "Your mother went
with Hal before we got together.  He was a bit of a hell raiser in those
days, and I guess she never forgave him."
   "For what?"
   "Well, in those days, there was a war going on, and my brother
believed that if he got drafted, which he never did, that he would die.
As a result, he tried to live his life to its fullest, and get as much
pleasure as she could.  Afraid that if he didn't, that he'd never get
another chance.  Your mother tolerated this behavior of awhile, then it
became too much for her.  I guess we just reminded her of the things
that she'd rather forget."
   Dad ended this cryptic explanation by giving me a pat on the hand,
then getting up and leaving the room.  I wondered about the things that
were left unsaid, but finally pushed them out of my mind and
concentrated on college.
   It was nearly a month later, when the taxi dropped me off in front of
Uncle Hal's house.  While the driver was placing my luggage on the curb,
I went to the front door of the sprawling home that overlooked the city,
and rang the bell.  I waited for what seemed like ages then rang the
bell again, and again.  Finally, the door opened, and a partially naked
man stood there staring at me.
   The man seemed older than my father, with his head and chest hair
almost entirely gray.  He had rippling muscles, like those of a weight
lifter, which gave him a rather virile looking body.  As I let my gaze
continue downward, I realized that I must have interrupted something,
for beneath his shorts, he was sporting an enormous erection.  My body
gave an unexpected shiver when I saw it, and I became visibly
embarrassed.
   "You must be Sharon," he said taking my hand.  "I'm your uncle Hal.
It's a pleasure to see you.  We didn't expect you quite this soon, but
I'm glad you're here."
   His grip was firm, yet amazingly gentle.  As he held my hand, his
eyes made a slow, lingering stroll over my body.  I was unprepared for
the intensity of his gaze and felt my face become flushed from the
experience.  When he had finished his visual examination, he had taken
in every curve, peak, and valley of my body.
   "Excuse the mess," he said as he tightened his grip on my hand, and
pulled me, stumbling, inside.  "We haven't had time to clean up from
last nights party."
   Looking around, I could see that the place was indeed a mess.  There
were empty and half empty bottles and glasses strewn everywhere, but
that wasn't all.  The room gave every indication of being a wild, even
sexual, type of party.  Scattered here and there were articles of
women's clothing.  They were laying on the floor, draped over lamps, and
even crumpled up on the table.
   "Let me show you to your room." he said, slipping his arm around me,
his fingers just below the curve of my breast as he guided me away.
"You must be tired form your long trip.  Don't worry about your bags,
I'll have one of the boys bring them to your room, later."
   As we headed towards my room, the feel of his hand, so close to my
ample breast, began to arouse forgotten feelings within me.  I was so
affected by this that I thought I heard muffled voices coming from the
far end of the hall.  The closer we got, the louder they became, and the
more certain I was that they were from a woman.  By the sounds that she
was making, she was in the throes of passion.
   Her moans were deep and lusty, and seemed to stir something inside of
me.  Suddenly, I became aware of the woman within me being reawakened
and wanting to be set free.  She had been asleep for a long time --ever
since I had forsaken the joy and pleasure of being with a man, to
concentrate on my studies.  But now, with the sounds of that woman's
lust echoing in my ears, she had re-emerged creating a burning,
twisting, desire within me.
   I was so involved with what was going on inside of me, that I failed
to notice Uncle Hal open the door to my room.  If he hadn't stopped me,
I would have kept right on walking towards that bewitching sound coming
from the end of the hall.  But he took my arm, spun me toward the open
door, and ushered me inside.
   When he was gone I went over to the bed and stretched out, but the
sounds of animalistic passion kept ringing in my ears.  They seemed to
grow louder and louder, until I was almost consumed by them.
Desperately, I tried shutting them out, but they kept calling me,
begging me to answer.  Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I got
up and went to the source of that magnetic attraction.
   Hesitantly, I crept towards the open door.  The sound of their
passion kept drawing me nearer and nearer.  Finally I was standing in
the doorway, looking at the incredible spectacle before me.
   There, on the king sized bed directly in front of me was a woman,
whom I could only assume was my aunt.  She was perched on all fours,
enjoying the ravenous advances of two men.  Her body was gorgeous,
slender, yet sensuously curved in all the right places.  her breasts
that were abundantly large, and dangled beneath her, swayed
provocatively with the rhythm of their love.
   At each end were two handsome, virile-looking young men about my
age.  The one behind, had his hands firmly planted on her hips, and
would pull her back on his monstrous cock.  Just when she had taken him
completely, he would lunge forward, sending that final inch into her
waiting pussy.  His thrust was so aggressive that she would be sent
flying forward, right onto the other guy's equally impressive organ.
   Now, I have sucked a cock or two in my lifetime, but it was never
like this.  Each time she was flung forward, her lips would slide
seductively down his long shaft, until they had reached the root.  It
was awe-inspiring to see his manhood disappear into her mouth and down
her throat.  So much so, that I found myself opening mine, as if I too
were receiving a glorious male organ.
   I stood there transfixed, watching her greedily accepting their
impassioned assaults with an insatiable hunger of her own, her throaty
moans encouraging them to do even more wonderfully wicked things to
her.  It was so captivating that every part of me yearned to be the
center of their depraved attention.  To have one, or both of my cousins
piercing me like they were their mother, filling me with their marvelous
cock.  Then to feel the culmination of their lust as they spewed their
seed into me, as they would soon be doing to her.
   A trembling thrill of excitement rushed through me, as they thrust
into my aunt's body, one last time.  I knew the exquisite reward that
she would soon be receiving, and I felt my own juices begin to flow in
response.  Like my aunt, I could not hold it all within me, as it began
to seep out from between her lips.  Soon my panties, like her face, was
covered with it, though my experience was not nearly as enjoyable as
hers.
   As I reached down to pull my saturated panties away from my pussy, I
became aware of my uncle staring at me.  His face held a lecherous grin,
as though he had been watching me the entire time.  All at once, I saw
his finger motioning me to him, and I felt myself eagerly rushing
forward, my my hands literally tearing my clothes off as I went.  By the
time I stood before him, I had only my bra and panties remaining, which
I quickly shed.
   My heart was pounding excitedly, as I watched his eyes sweep
admiringly over my nude body, his hungry gaze taking in all my naked
charms.  When he was satisfied by the way that I looked, he spread his
fingers apart and grabbed my breasts.  As he gently squeezed them, I
felt his warmth radiating into me, fanning the sparks of arousal into
leaping flames.  Instantly, my nipples became hard and erect as they
strained against the palms of his hands.  He smiled when he felt my
hardened knobs poke into him.
   Taking my rosy hued beauties, he began twisting them, coaxing them
into even harder erections.  The spectacular sensation caused me to
groan with pleasure.  As he continued to stimulate my breasts, I reached
out and coiled my fingers around his cock, tenderly stroking it, feeling
a wicked satisfaction as my hand slid along his mighty shaft.
   All at once I felt his hand push between my legs.  Immediately, I
spread them wide apart, allowing his fingers to find their way into my
dripping pussy.  A trembling thrill raced through me as my pussy
automatically closed around him.
   For several minutes, Uncle Hal fingered me before he finally removed
those superb instruments of pleasure.  By this time, I was a moaning,
quivering wreck, barely able to stand on my own.  Realizing my
condition, Uncle Hal scooped me up in his powerful arms and carried me
to the bed.  There he deposited me in the center of the vacated bed, as
the others gathered around to watch.
   Normally I would have been appalled by this, but for some reason it
excited me.  I felt like I was the star of some depraved sexual
entertainment, and they were the audience, come to watch me perform.  It
intoxicated me to know that they would be there to witness my every
reaction, my every response, to my uncle's cock driving into me.  they
would see the joy that I felt as his cum surged into me, filling me with
wondrous delight.
   Soon the show began in earnest, with Uncle Hall climbing on top of me
and sending his cock easily into my wet, waiting, pussy.  I moaned out
my pleasure as began begging him to fuck me harder.  Yet, his aggressive
thrusts were not enough to satisfy the cravings within me, and I
beseeched him to do it even harder.  The others seemed to concur, and
their lewd, lustful comments drove both of us to greater heights of
wantonness.
   I had become all cunt, and was proud of it, digging my nails into his
muscled back, and screaming, with each glorious plunge that he made into
my craving pussy.  My legs wrapped tightly around him, as if to keep him
from escaping, and allowing me to match each exquisite thrust with one
of my own.  Even the wall of my vagina were doing there part, grabbing
at him, trying to squeeze his precious juice out of him.
   Over and over, my uncle raised me to that pinnacle of ecstasy, until
I lay paralyzed beneath him.  I don't know how long I lay there, feeling
the wonderful sensation of his cock inside me.  All I knew was that I
wanted that extraordinary feeling to last forever.  Unfortunately, like
all good things, this one had to come to an end.
   Suddenly, Uncle Hal's body stiffened, a loud groan escaped his lips,
and he made one final stab into my receptive pussy.  I felt the awesome
sensation of his cum bursting into me, exploding rapturously into my
thirsty womb.  Its warmth surging upward to envelop me in its enchanting
glow.  I lay there wrapped in its spellbinding splendor, with an immense
feeling of satisfaction, knowing that I was the cause of it.
   As the last of his precious cream spewed into me, he rolled me over
and held me in his arms.  No words were ever uttered, only the unspoken
message of our loving embrace.  It was a bond that transcended the
normal uncle/neice relationship, for we had just shared the most
intimate thing that two humans can -- the giving and receiving of his
love.
   I'm not sure how long I lay there, basking in this warmth, before I
fell asleep.  But when I did, it was the most peaceful and contented
sleep that I'd had in ages.  I dreamed of my new family and all the
joyous experiences that we would have together.
   When I awoke, I was alone.  After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, i
noticed that the room was cast in shadows, from the setting sun.  it
shocked me to think that I had slept most of the day away.  With a yawn,
i got up and began searching for my discarded clothes, but they were no
where to be found.
   Returning to my room, i was startled to find that all my things had
been neatly put away.  On the bed, meticulously spread out, was a fresh
set of clothes, for me to wear.  There was something abnormal about
them, and it took me a couple minutes before I realized that my bra and
panties were missing.  With a smile of understanding, i made my way to
the bathroom and a quick shower.
   After drying myself off, I got dressed in the clothes that they has
selected, and headed towards the living room.  It felt odd, being naked
under my garments, but it also gave me an unexpected thrill --
especially the way that my breasts would jiggle with each step, causing
my nipples to rub against the delicate fabric of my blouse.  In no time,
they had swollen into two protruding nubbins, pointing through the thin
top like erotic beacons.  When my aunt and uncle saw me, their admiring
looks told me that this was the way they wanted to see me.
   The rest of the night we talked and laughed, getting to know each
other better.  Just before it was time for bed, Cousin Bill came over to
me and removed my top.  As the others looked on, he lowered his head to
tease my nipple with his tongue, then gently suck it into his mouth.
His tongue moved softly over the flower of my breast, as his lips pulled
it taut.  A moan of delight escaped my lip, telling him that he had
pushed the right button.
   That night, I shared both my bed and body with him.  It was to be the
first of many such nights, where |I would blissfully fall asleep in a
family lover's arms, after joyously making love to him.

                                        END


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