Nympho Niece
by Unknown 


FOREWORD 

Uncle John played with his cock. He had imagined this scene so many times, 
stroking his big prick. He knew that he was going to have a lovely time 
balling his darling Niece. She was a real Nympho. There was nothing that 
that teenage vixen loved more than a bulging cock to get her hot lips 
around. Uncle John had just the dick for her. He was ready to start humping 
and pumping away into her gorgeous face! 

Sharon approached him, getting down on her knees. 

"What do you want me to do for you?" the young woman asked the older man. 
"Anything you say I'm up for! I've just snorted some coke and I'm raring to 
go!!" 

Uncle John stared her in the eye and said with the ultimate authority, "Suck 
me off. Give your Uncle the best blow-job that he's ever had." 

Sharon grinned mischievously. She always liked to tease a lover's cock 
before she gave it pleasure. "But what if Mother should walk in, Uncle?" 

Uncle John grimaced and chastised her, "Don't worry, girl. If my sister 
comes here I'll deal with her." 

Sharon cooed, "All right," and got ready to take the huge, red-hot member 
into her mouth. She knew just the kind of blowjob that Uncle John liked. And 
she had just the right combination of lips and tongue to give it to him! 

Her hand grasped the steaming poker and her face bent forward to do the 
sucking. She was excited as Hell about taking that bulbous cockhead down her 
throat. Her cunt was dripping wet, she was so randy over the fellatio that 
she now began to give ... 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was Sunday morning and the day was beautiful. 

Uncle John decided to pay a visit to his relatives next door. His sister, 
Heidy, lived with her husband, Marc, and their seventeen year-old daughter, 
Sharon. Uncle John felt in the perfect mood to spend some time with these 
people for whom he felt such affection. 

Sharon was the one who answered the door. What a very pretty girl she was, 
Uncle John said to himself. She looked just like her mother, who was his 
beloved sister. 

"Hello, Sharon," Uncle John said with an affectionate smile. "I thought that 
I'd drop in and see how you and your parents were doing." 

Sharon smiled. Uncle John could not help but feel that he was looking upon 
an angel. This Sharon must have been the most precious, gorgeous woman that 
he'd ever set eyes upon. 

"Come in, please, Uncle John," Sharon bade. "We haven't seen you for a whole 
week. Mother just said that she wanted to have a word with you. We are all 
so very concerned about you, living alone as you do. You're only next door, 
but you could be miles away for all of that. You don't come to see us half 
as often as you should, Uncle." 

Uncle John stepped through the doorway. Immediately he felt at ease, in the 
company of such a young darling. How glad he was that he had chosen to drop 
in. 

Sharon led him to the parlor. Uncle John acted just as if he had been in his 
own home. He sat down on the couch, spread out his arms, and took a deep 
breath. In short, he made himself comfortable. 

"Mother. Father." Sharon called out. Soon that living room was filled with 
her parents. 

"Hello, John," Heidy said, truly happy to see her brother. 

"Heidy," Uncle John returned the greeting. "I'm glad that you're looking so 
well. You're as bright as the sun." 

Marc approached John, his eyes sparkling. "Hi, John," he said, extending his 
hand to shake John's. 

Heidy interjected, "Please, John, would you care to have some tea and apple 
pie with us? The water's already on the stove and the pie is cooling on the 
kitchen table. You always were fond of my apple pie. Weren't you?" 

"You bet," Uncle John admitted. "Nobody bakes apple pie like you do, sweet 
sister. Not even Mother herself." 

So within minutes the four of them were cozily seated drinking their tea and 
eating their pie. 

Uncle John, though, was not quite as cheerful as he appeared to be. The 
reason was his very own private one. Two of the persons in this room 
pleasantly seated with him and engaged in polite conversation were directly, 
yet unwittingly, responsible for his torment. 

After finishing his apple desert and quaffing his tea, Uncle John made a 
hasty retreat. He had to be out of that house. His sanity depended upon it. 

Swiftly, across the lawn he marched, slipping into his garage and back out 
again. Next to him he wheeled his bike. 

A long, fast bike ride was the only thing that might put him back together. 

If anyone looked closely at him they would have seen the results of his 
fear. He had a throbbing erection. There was nothing that could have 
prevented it. The stimulation was too great for him to have resisted. 

You see, Uncle John had loved his sister, Heidy, ever since childhood. He'd 
thought that she was the most wonderful woman in the whole wide world When 
he was just eighteen and Heidy was only a year older, he had caught her 
making love with one of the neighborhood boys. Ever since that day he had 
conceived the most fabulous fantasies about screwing her. But they were just 
fantasies. The wet-dreams were driving him crazy. Maybe it was not a healthy 
thing for him to live so near to Heidy. Especially when he thought of her 
husband Marc humping and sucking and fucking her. It was bloody unfair. It 
was he who deserved to ball Heidy. Marc did not appreciate her as he should. 
Uncle John worshipped her. But it was a forbidden desire. How could Heidy, 
how could Marc, how could anyone ever understand what he was going through? 
No, he'd just have to bite his lip and live without the fulfillment of his 
paramount desire. 

But this was not the end of his woes. His problem was doubled by the 
presence of his sister's daughter, Sharon. Yes, his niece was the spitting 
image of what Heidy once was, all those twenty-five years ago. Just to look 
at her was to kindle the passionate fires within him, making his senses 
reel. Sharon was as beautiful as Heidy had ever been, only maybe even 
sexier, for two but think of her made his love rod throb. If he were to ever 
give free reign to his passions he would fuck that young darling for hours 
on end, even, until his prick fell off. That's how desirable his niece was. 
She was a budding queen, a flower swiftly ripening day by day. Already she 
had the breasts of a full-grown woman, and her ass was not far behind. In 
just another year she would be the honey that every bee in the county would 
flock to. Oh how wonderful it would be if he could get her before she lost 
her sweet innocence. But to think that way was dangerous, because he was a 
respectable member of the community, and men with dignity did not plot 
incest. A good man did not fuck his sister or ball his niece. That is what 
the Church taught, and who was he to argue against God's word? Still, his 
burning prick was a more powerful persuasion to him now than the Bible. 
Fucking and sucking and humping and pumping those two beauties is what he 
wanted. 

To clear his mind of such thoughts and to put his pulsating hard-on to a 
merciful sleep he pedaled furiously down the road. But, ironically, every 
rise and fall of his legs made that big hot cock even bigger. He begged for 
something to cool him off. What he needed was a diversion to get sex out of 
his head. When he stopped his lusting the erection would go away. 

What he seeked was just down the road. It was a Carvel's ice cream parlor. 
Yes, Uncle John decided that some ice cold sweets would do him good. With 
that sugar-fix he'd forget both his darling sister and sweet niece at least 
until he met them again. 

Into the parking lot he brought his bicycle. Forty-three year-old men should 
all ride bikes, he declared to himself. It kept the body fit and the mind 
alert. Too many people were involved with cars. Was he eccentric? He 
wondered. 

When he stepped inside the cool parlor he found himself looking over a dozen 
separate groups of people. Half of them were families. Half of them were 
cliques of youngsters just passing the time in a relaxing way. He agreed 
with them. Licking an ice cream cone was not a bad way to spend a warm 
morning. It was downright pleasurable. 

He was just stepping towards the counter over which the sign hung, 
testifying to thirty-seven different marvelous flavors, when he discovered a 
thirty-eighth that was better than all the rest. 

Standing alone in the corner and giving him the eye was a real sweet- 
looking teenage girl. She must have been seventeen, the same age as his 
much-desired niece, Sharon. To make matters even more arousing, she 
resembled his niece to no small degree. Was there such a thing as a miracle? 
He was not afraid to find out. 

Breathing in deeply and exhaling to give him the confidence that he desired, 
he approached the girl. The way she was standing, slumped over the table, 
was a real turn on. 

Her blouse hanging open, fully exposing her budding boobs, was practically 
an open invitation to be picked-up. 

"Hi," Uncle John said. "Are you having a good-morning?" 

He could not help but smile inside, and that was because the question 
sounded so polite and innocent, when what he was thinking was so dirty. He 
had a great big hard-on. His prick was standing up harder than ever. 

She smiled mischievously at him, her eyes staring and lingering on the bulge 
in his pants. 

"Could be better," she said. "I'm really bored, Mister. Nothing's happening 
in this dumb town. Sunday's Deadday as far as I'm concerned. What a girl 
around here really needs is some good action." 

"Really?" Uncle John said. He looked behind him. Thank-heavens nobody was 
looking their way. He did not want people calling him a girl-fondler. Maybe 
these folks would think he was her teacher or something. Maybe even her 
Uncle. He just prayed that nobody would show them any attention. 

"May I buy you an ice cream cone, honey?" he offered. "Would you like that?" 

What she said next gave him the surprise of his life. She grinned at him in 
that naughty, mocking way that only adolescents know, and cooed, "I'd rather 
suck on your hot prick than a cold stick. I know what you'd like. I've seen 
you before - at the news-stand, looking at the pictures of naked women in 
those girlie magazines. Do you think that .you can handle the real thing? I 
want you, Man." 

Uncle John smiled broadly. "That can be arranged," he confided in her. "But 
can I trust you to be discreet." 

"Every other dick that I've laid in this darned town has," she smirked. 
"You'd be surprised at how many girls in this dump get it on with the older 
guys. It makes life more exciting." 

Uncle John said, "Marvelous! What do we do?" 

"Pull your bike around the back," she whispered. "My rear yard faces the 
ice-cream parlor's lot. There's a cottage in back of the main house which 
serves as my living space. It's the perfect place to get laid. I know that 
you'll agree." 

Uncle John met her outside the cottage. She told him not to worry, that her 
parents were away, vacationing in Florida. 

She led him inside. When the door closed she gave him the wettest French 
kiss this side of the Atlantic. What a kisser this teenage vixen was, Uncle 
John thought with joyful anticipation. 

He responded by squeezing her budding boobs. How wonderful it felt to get 
his hands on those great big knockers. Maybe he'd ram his prick between them 
before they were through, if he were lucky. 

Uncle John then dropped his pants, demanding, "Prove how much you like me, 
darling." 

That was easy for the strumpet. She let him know her special affection for 
him by dropping down to her knees and making herself acquainted with his 
prick. Uncle John oohed and aahed as the girl gobbled it down, sighing 
passionately. She was enjoying herself incredibly right from the very 
beginning. In a few years, who knew? She might be the best cock-sucker a man 
would ever know. 

It did not take much encouragement for Uncle John to get into doing his 
thing. He gently but firmly picked the girl up under the arms and laid her 
down on the bed. 

Slowly, relishing every moment, he began to strip her. She grinned happily 
at him. She was the kind of loose young woman who really dug men lusting 
after her body. That was what she was all about. She was one super fucker. 

Uncle John was having a fantastic time. God, but this little strumpet was 
stacked! She had that ideal hour-glass figure that men dream over and cream 
over. 

What a ball-session this was going to be! 

"Hey, Johnny," she said. "Hurry up. I want to feel you in me. Please come 
inside. I'm all wet for you." 

Uncle John flipped her over on her tummy and began to spank her playfully. 
Yet those slaps were firm. They brought tears to the girl's eyes. 

"Hey, Johnny! Take it easy," she exclaimed. "I'm not into the pain trip. All 
I want from you is a good lay. See someone else if you need the S&M!" 

"Little women should not rush their men," he snickered. "Only hussies do 
that!" 

"Then I'm a hussy, Johnnie. But I need your prick. I want it. Please give it 
to me, will you?" 

"All right," John grinned, caringly massaging the ass that he'd just tanned, 
so that this teenage Sue moaned with ecstasy. "You'll have me. But ... 
DOGGIE STYLE!" 

With that he plunged his prick into her juicy cunt. Oh how it felt GOOD. 

That's when they really started getting it on together. This would be a 
heavenly fuck. 

This girl Sue bucked like a broncho. She was a wild thing! Where on earth 
could a seventeen-year-old get such experience, he wondered. Was it from 
hanging around ice cream parlors and picking up every John that came her 
way? Or maybe she did it with her teachers and her principal. He did not put 
that beyond her, gauging by her performance so far. 

He balled her good, like a man should. His cock was determined to give her a 
work-out that she would long remember. He'd melt his cone into her, that was 
for sure. Powerful and confident were his thrusts. 

Sue was moaning and groaning to high heaven. Uncle John fantasized that this 
was his niece who crouched asswards before him. She certainly had a lot in 
common with Sharon. Both girls were the same age, looked a lot alike, and 
were cock-teasers in their own unique ways. 

Maybe Sharon was a great deal more innocent, he thought, but both girls made 
his prick rise when they smiled and looked his way. Let's face it, he told 
himself, I like young cunt. 

His dong's head was rubbing amorously against the walls of this girl's 
vaginal tube. The contact was thrilling. She was squeezing his dick tight. 

"Oh, you hussy!" Uncle John exclaimed. "My prick loves you!" 

"And I love your prick!" she responded. "Oh how I love to feel it fill me 
out!" 

Uncle John increased the speed of his ministrations. He was growing hotter 
and hotter by the moment. He knew what spice he was craving, and took a 
heavy dose of it. 

His hands, which until now had propped him up by pressing on the bed, now 
reached out and grabbed and squeezed those teenage boobies. 

To keep himself from falling on top of her he brought his knees nearer 
together and forced his dick down deeper into her blazing cunt. 

They went at it humping and pumping just like the cavemen, their ancient 
ancestors, must have done it in barbaric times, just like the wild animals 
of the jungle do it. This girl was a real bitch! She sucked and fucked 
without shame. 

Well, Uncle John was here to prove himself. He had enough spunk in him for 
the wildest women. She'd have a sore cunt before he was through with her. 
She'd beg him to stop! 

She surprised him again. 

"Johnny, I like you in my cunt, but I want you up my ass even more! Will you 
fuck my ass?" 

Uncle John swiftly withdrew his penis and laughed. "If I can squeeze this 
big dick into that little asshole of yours, you sure as hell can have it!" 

Sue chuckled, "I can take as much as you can give. Try me." 

Uncle John did exactly that. But first he took advantage of those nude, 
deliciously pink buns. 

Again and again he slapped his swollen prick against her cheeks. 

She was really getting her ass whipped, and it thrilled her so. 

"Hey, John," she finally protested though. "I like you beating me with your 
prick, but I'm afraid that you're gonna' come before you can put it inside 
me. No man can stand up for long to such abuse. You're gonna' spout soon!" 

"No way," Uncle John securely responded, breathing deeply. "You don't know 
what kind of cock-control this lover's got." 

"Show me," she teased. "Stick your fucking dick up my ass right now, Mister 
Big!" 

That was all the encouragement he needed. He was horny as hell for her ass. 
And he wasn't going to be gentle about it. This cock-teaser deserved a Hard 
Fuck!!! 

Uncle John did for the young lady just what she asked. He aimed his big 
prick with a helping hand right for that little asshole and shoved it in. 

Teenage Sue cried out in unfeigned shock as her buns took in a tool that 
they were never meant to hold. But it had been her wish. She had no right to 
complain. In a little while the pain would be gone and the waves of randy, 
lovely pleasure would start to come. She'd be all right. This baby would be 
thanking him after it was all over. 

Harder and harder, faster and faster, the big man thrusted. He was quickly 
becoming the best of friends with this particular hole. There was no 
doubting that. Despite the mild pain, this young hussy was being far more 
responsive to his ass-fuck than far more experienced ladies ever were. She 
was really taking his hot, tempestuous ass-fucking in stride, and that 
certainly was commendable. 

"Oh, you beautiful doll!" he exclaimed as Sue began to move her ass around 
in circles and beat it against his dick, just like the bumps and grinds one 
saw in a striptease joint. 

"I'm really beginning to like your cock," she moaned to Uncle John with 
pleasure. "It doesn't hurt any more. And it feels better than any old 
cunt-fuck ever did!" 

The two of them pounded into each other with fabulous vigor. If there ever 
were gold medals given for ass-humping this teenage girl surely deserved 
one. She was doing things to Uncle John's cock that you couldn't even see in 
the blue movies. 

Uncle John knew that the end of this round was nearing. That hot spunk in 
his shaft and balls was rising. This time, cock control or no, there would 
be no keeping it down. Sure as the fall of night he was going to come. 

"Johnny, oh Johnny!" Sue moaned, feeling the first twitches of an oncoming 
ejaculation. "Don't pull it out. I want you to come way down deep in my ass. 
I've never been ass-balled like this before. Oh, God, yes, flood my asshole 
with your sweet come." 

That's precisely what Uncle John had in mind. In fact, the giant prick 
started to shoot off at that very instant. The come shot out with fantastic 
force, the cock being squeezed so tightly by that tight ass. 

Spasm after spasm of marvelous orgasm rocked both John and the girl. They 
came at the same time. Furious was their intertwining. As Uncle John shot 
off he grabbed for poor Sue's breasts and squeezed the life out of them. But 
she liked it. It felt great. She was hurting and coming all over. 

When the last throes of their grand climax ended both lay there silently 
together, Uncle John's cock still imbedded in the strumpet's cute, sweet 
ass. That was where the huge tool belonged. It had found a home. 

Suddenly, the teenager freed herself from Uncle John's cocklink and did the 
best thing that a young girl could for a still-vigorous man. 

Sue turned around and put her face over Uncle John's big cock. She placed 
her lips over the throbbing member and started to suck. Before John knew it, 
the thing was big again. At first the girl sucked slowly, then she sucked 
with increasing force. 

"Oh, oh, my God!" Uncle John exclaimed as he felt the youngster's passionate 
lips sucking on his burning member. It had already taken quite a workout. 
But she was not going to let it rest. Sue had the hot tip right between her 
sweet lips, and was sucking on it with professional expertise. How many 
other men had she blown this way before? 

"You like it, Johnny?" she asked the older man, lifting up her face to look 
at his ecstasy. 

"Darling, you know that I do. Please don't stop. Just keep on blowing. I 
love your sweet hot lips. You're the best!" 

The girl was really as good as Uncle John's praise. She was something 
special. There was something very extraordinary about her that got Uncle 
John's penis throbbing and kept it that way. What a super tongue! 

Those luscious lips were doing really wonderful things to that giant 
nine-incher. They were making it feel like a cock should feel, and that was 
super special. 

Deeper and deeper she sucked it in. How deep would it eventually go? After 
all, she was only a teenager. She must have had limitations. Where would she 
stop? Surely, no girl her age ever downed a nine-inch prick. That was asking 
for far too much. Uncle John would be happy if she stopped where she was. 
Five inches in a young lady's mouth was enough. 

But this darling did not stop. She seemed determined to take it down all the 
way, possibly to thank John for the excellent ass fuck that he gave. 

It was a wonder that she was not gasping for breath. She'd gulped it down so 
far already. By reason she should have been gagging by now. But, damn it, 
she wasn't. She was taking it all in stride, and having a joyful time. What 
a wicked smile was on her face! 

"You're wonderful," Uncle John moaned. "My prick is really throbbing!" 

Her words garbled by the head of his cock which puffed out both her cheeks, 
the sweet youngster replied, "Of course. With a sweet dick like yours what 
red-blooded American girl wouldn't be?" 

Uncle John just lay back then, and let her do her thing. Seven ...eight ... 
and finally nine!!! The whole thing was down now, right down the hussy's 
throat. Things were getting better and better. What kind of climax would all 
this play lead to, Uncle John could not venture to guess. God, but only if 
this were his niece, he again wished. If this were his niece, he would have 
creamed an hour ago, at first touch. 

Uncle John fantasized. He convinced himself that this was his precious 
niece. That made things a whole lot better. With that thought in mind, his 
prick started to throb with all the life that was in him. 

Oh what joy. The girl started to do wild things with her head, turning her 
neck this way and that, bending his cock gently but far. Anymore and it 
would have hurt bad, but she knew right where to stop. Her teeth did not 
bite him by accident, but nibbled on his shaft for pleasure. There was no 
pain to be felt, but only a very wonderful sensation. She did not bite hard 
enough to hurt her lover. 

Uncle John appreciated this girl's very special brand of fellatio. She could 
tease the hell out of a prick long after other women had given up. He knew 
that she would not stop until she gave him his next eruption. 

"Oh, Johnny," she cooed. "Your prick is driving me crazy! I'll never have 
enough of it! It's the kind of big hot horny rod that me and my girlfriends 
have always wanted to taste. God! You're better than candy!" 

Uncle John wondered how long this session of sucking would go on. He was 
already super dizzy from lust, yet he still did not feel his cream rising. 
He knew why, too. Every time this teenager had his come on the rise, she'd 
pull back with marvelous lip and tongue control so that the semen would drop 
back down again. This could prolong the sexual encounter indefinitely. Uncle 
John sure liked that. 

"Oh, boy, is my prick feeling good!" he moaned, tossing his head back 
wildly. 

The little woman saw what she was doing to him and was flooded with a real 
strong inspiration. She was going to suck this man until the tears came 
running out of his eyes. 

He would beg for release! 

And she knew that she could do it if any woman could. How dirty it felt, 
knowing that she was fucking and sucking a man who was as old as her very 
own father. What would he say if he knew, she wondered. Would her father hit 
her or run away from her, turning his back. What if he caught the two of 
them together? Oh boy! In her state of ecstasy maybe she'd invite him into a 
threesome with herself and this stranger. 

John's prick was so lubricated by now that it was sliding in and out of her 
mouth without the least bit of friction. Back and forth, in and out, this 
way and that, she made it go. It was driving her lover crazy! Bet he never 
got such fun from a seventeen-year-old before! 

Uncle John by now wasn't leaning back any more. He was really getting into 
the act, fucking this young strumpet's face just like she deserved to be 
fucked. 

This was damned good fellatio, Uncle John thought. You couldn't find this 
just anywhere. That was for sure. Uncle John had slept with his fair share 
of young women, but either their lips or their tongues just were not working 
right. This woman had it all, and that made her better than the rest. 

God! His come was rising in that shaft like a bomb about to explode. 

This was just how it should be. That was no lie. Uncle John knew the quality 
of the blow-job that she was giving him, and it was first-rate. 

Oh boy! He licked his choppers. This prick was going to shoot off soon. 

The girl gave him a special treat. And that was, she took his penis in the 
palm of her hands and started to manipulate it in directly the opposite way 
of the direction that her lips and her tongue were pushing it. That gave him 
an extra-special thrill. It was really nice. 

"You like?" she asked. 

"You bet, hussy!" he responded. "Give me some more if you don't mind! You've 
got the right rhythm!" 

"Well, well!!! The big man knows a good blowjob when he sees one," she 
laughed at him. "I'll give you as much as you can take, Johnny. Hold onto 
your hat!" 

"I want to come! I want to come!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as her 
hands manipulated him gently but furiously. That hot fluid inside him was 
bubbling and sizzling like water in a cauldron. If he did not let out his 
load very soon, he feared that his heart would stop. This tempting little 
vixen's hands were caressing him with such expertise that at this point his 
cock had turned red hot. Yes, it was ready to blast off! This was it!!! 

"I'm coming!!! I'm coming!!!" he shrieked. "This is-I-I!!!" 

And she knew it too. She did not draw her luscious, soft lips away though, 
but held on tight, sucking all the harder to welcome that geyser of sweet, 
white come. 

He pumped a whole lot of that cream into the cavity of her mouth. She let it 
roll around inside there, so that it lapped against the still-spouting cock 
head, encouraging it to pump out every last fucking drop. 

Only after his penis' last big spasm had ended, did she slowly withdraw her 
lips from that golden prick. The semen was oozing down her cheeks, falling 
onto the bed sheets. 

How would she explain these stains to her parents? 

Uncle John moaned in pleasure as he saw his come splattered all over the 
face of the girl. God, how even more so than ever before, she looked like 
his niece, Sharon. Oh, sweet heaven, that would be the day! 

The teenager was as thrilled as he. She thought that he was fantastic! 

She herself came right then and there, titillated by the orgasm that she'd 
given Uncle John. 

John wondered where to go from here. They'd fucked enough to last a week. 
The answer was a simple one. 

"Let's go outside and have some ice cream," he finally told the girl. "I'm 
in the mood for some sweets. The kind that are easy to take." 

The young strumpet smiled "at him. Yes, she knew that he'd liked her. She 
had given him the best fuck and the best suck that he'd probably had in a 
long while. 

For Uncle John's part, he felt rather sad. He knew that he'd most likely not 
fuck this girl again. It was too risky. It was a small town and eyes and 
ears were everywhere. He'd already overextended himself. But it had been 
worth it. He just hoped that the girl would not miss him too much. Certainly 
she'd forget him in a week, he at last decided. There were plenty of boys 
her own age who would occupy her cherry. 

How wrong he was. Sue would never forget Uncle John. He had given her one of 
the finest fucking and sucking hours that she'd ever had the good fortune of 
knowing. 

They went out and had their ice cream Uncle John chose cherry. The teenager, 
after pausing for a moment, cheerfully asked for blueberry butterscotch. In 
some matters she was the expert. But in ice cream she "just did not have any 
taste. Even to her, though, her triple-whip cone did not taste half as good 
as Uncle John's big prick had. His had been far more delicious. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sharon hat just finished her Advanced Biology class and was walking home. 

It had been a very boring day. About the most interesting thing that had 
occurred to her of late was Uncle John's visit yesterday. Oh, what a darling 
sweet man he was! 

Like other girls in town, Sharon was always looking for something to do. She 
wanted to get all that drib and all that drab out of her system. Her 
professors all shared one trait in common, and that was dryness. Everyone of 
them had the knack of making the most interesting subjects become pale and 
tedious. She could not understand why. That was just how things were. 

Her roving eye caught a very interesting sight. It was Donald. He was so 
handsome! Oh, God never made another man who looked so good! He was the 
smartest young man in the school. And the shyest one. He hadn't even 
attended a single dance and had missed the Junior Prom. Yet what a turn-on 
he was! So handsome and charming! 

What a lucky girl it would be who got him inside her. 

What a fun game it would be to take away his virginity. To steal it like a 
thief in the night. For a long while that had been a dark passion of hers. 
But what was stopping her now? Nothing was, she realized. 

Donald was walking across the street, in the opposite direction. Sharon did 
something very brazen. She intercepted him. With a terrific thud she 
intentionally crashed into his body, causing both their loads of books to go 
crashing to the sidewalk. 

"See what you've done, Donald!" she exclaimed. "You should be more careful. 
Now we're both going to have to pay the principal fines for those bent 
pages!" 

"I'm sorry, Sharon," he apologized, always the perfect gentleman. "I guess I 
was so involved in today's readings of Chekov that I wasn't looking where I 
was going." 

He couldn't look directly at her. 

Her eyes glimmered. "Well, maybe you can make it up to me. I think you 
bruised my arm. Would you be a gentleman and carry my books home for me?" 

"Why, sure ... Oh, I'm so sorry, Sharon." 

They walked to Sharon's house together. Sharon thought her idea pretty 
clever. Mother was out shopping, and Father was supposed to stay late at the 
office tonight. She'd have the house all to herself to use as her 
playground. 

They had not gone for more than a block, when without prior warning Sharon 
put her arm through Donald's. She imitated a slight limp, telling him as he 
gazed at her with frightened eyes, "My thighs and ankle hurt too. That bump 
we took really shook me up. I hope you don't mind supporting me." 

Don just shook his head. He was too scared, too bashful, to speak. 

Sharon delighted in seeing his face turn red as their fellow schoolmates 
passed them in cars, the young men and women staring in cold disbelief at 
the unexpected sight of this couple. The boys could not imagine how a creepy 
bookworm like Donald got the sweetest piece of pussy in the whole school, 
while the envious girls wondered what Sharon had that they did not. Why did 
Donald suddenly give up his shyness and hook up with her. Maybe Sharon was 
the prettiest girl and gave the best sex, but they had admirable charms too. 
Why should Sharon take all? It wasn't fair. 

"Donald," she whispered to him, "I've heard tell that you don't like girls. 
Is that true?" 

The young man cleared his throat and in a nervously high voice responded, 
"No. I like them. I just don't go out because my studies are more important. 
I want that scholarship." 

Sharon teased him, "I've heard that you prefer boys, though. Is that true. 
Do you ...see any of the boys around-here?" 

Donald could not believe what Sharon said. He shook his head rapidly from 
side to side, denying her accusation. "Well, I never!" he exclaimed. "I'm 
not a queer. That's so cruel of you, Sharon." 

"I only wanted to be sure," she replied with a soothing tone. "Rumors get 
around and you never know for sure. 

You know, Donald, a woman could find you to be a very attractive young man. 
Did you ever consider that?" 

Donald lifted up his head high and pompously replied, "Like I said, Sharon, 
I don't have time for girls. And I don't have to convince anyone that I'm 
straight. Look at all the scientists that abstain from womankind's company." 

"Yea," she snickered, "Look at them, pent up hot and horny in their ivory 
towers, climbing the walls in the name of Science. Donald, I've just come 
from Biology and know that Science is not enough. Do you get the meaning of 
my words?" 

Donald just shrugged and looked the other way. He did not know how to handle 
a silly woman with a one-track mind. 

Before they knew it, they were at Sharon's doorstep. Donald released himself 
from her grasp and offered her books back to her. 

"You can't just go like that," Sharon pouted. "I may need your help. Like I 
said, I feel bruised. You may be able to help me with an icepack or 
something. Come on in. I promise not to keep you long." 

"Well ...all right," Donald conceded. "I'll come in, but only for a short 
while. God knows what for." 

He then looked at her and said, "Sharon, you have such a fabulous mind. Why 
do you waste it on such drivel as boys and dating. You could go so far, if 
only you applied yourself more seriously." 

"You know," she smiled. "You might just be right." 

Into the house they went. Convincing him to follow her into the living room, 
she led him to the couch and said that she was sure that she'd sprained her 
thighs. "There's a real pricking sensation up my legs," she moaned. "What a 
bang you gave me, Donald." 

She lifted up her skirt and showed him. 

He blushed cherry red. 

She took his hands and placed them on her thighs, yanking him down. 

"Massage them, Donald," she groaned. "Help a girl out. Massage them." 

This was an utterly new experience for poor, or lucky, Donald. He did not 
know what an honor student was expected to do when faced with such a crisis. 

But even in the dullest men the majestic currents of Nature run. Despite his 
intellect, something big and wonderful was going on below in the region of 
his groin. He was getting an erection. And there was nothing that he could 
do to stop it. He tried to hide it by crossing his legs. When this failed, 
he put his hands over the bulging mound. Realizing that he was only calling 
attention to the embarrassing feature, he sighed deeply, then turned his 
body around the other way. There's no way to hide a first-rate hard-on, 
whether it be for honor student or jock. There's just no place to put it. 

Sharon was very pleased to see Donald's approval. A sudden brilliant idea 
struck her. She leapt up and ran to the kitchen. "I'll be right back," she 
quickly told him, glancing back even as she stepped out of the living room 
to see that this boy would not get away. 

In a jiffy she was back. She returned with two glasses of milk on a tray 
with some napkins. "This warm weather brings out everybody's thirst," she 
said, smiling sweetly. 

How could any healthy young lad feel discomfort with such royal treatment? 

But Donald still looked nervous. His hard-on had not yet completely 
vanished. He hoped that she would overlook the unsightly swelling out of 
good etiquette. 

But if that's what the young man was hoping for, then he knew very little 
about the kind of girl Sharon was. Sharon did not let rare opportunities 
like this one slip through her fingers. He'd stepped into her web, and now 
was her chance to seal the trap closed. 

"Here, Don," she said as she handed him the glass. "A fresh glass of milk 
goes to a very special boy." 

She pretended to accidentally tilt it. The white milk spilled all over his 
black slacks crotch, making him more self-conscious than ever of his huge 
and throbbing hard-on that no woman had ever seen before. He could not think 
of a retreat in time. 

Sharon was very fast. "Oh, Don, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ..." 

She leaned over upon his lap and began to stroke his bursting crotch back 
and forth, vigorously wiping away the milk. 

"Sharon," he pleaded, with fast, short breaths. "It's all right. Just leave 
it ..." 

But she ignored him. 

"Oh, it's worse than I thought," she said. "This will stain. These have to 
come off." 

She pulled down the zipper. Donald reached out to hold her back, but he was 
too late. How randy she got as she felt this pretty boy shake. Bashful as 
all hell, there was nothing he could do to hide his swollen penis. Poor lad! 

"For shame!" she scolded him. "Have you no virtue? Taking advantage of a 
poor, excited woman!!! Well-I never!!!" 

"But - I'm - oh!" Donald cried, attempting vainly to defend himself. He 
tensed to leap to his feet, but Sharon was quicker once again. She was 
better at games like this. This novice had not a chance. He was bait waiting 
to be eaten whole. 

Into Sharon's sweet mouth that milk-slick dick went. The boy was petrified. 
She wondered if he liked it. Judging by the hot tip that was bouncing around 
her lips he certainly did. 

Sharon looked up. Donald's eyes were closed. His head was lolling back and 
forth, and he was murmuring, "Jesus Christ, help me! Forgive me!" 

"Hey, Don, quit the God's help business. Open your eyes and look at me when 
I suck you off!" she snapped. Nobody treated her that way. She was in charge 
here and it was for him to appreciate that fact. From that moment on Donald 
began to behave differently around her. He was beginning to learn, however 
slowly and however clumsily. 

Yet how startled he was when she rose and forced her tongue into his mouth. 
She was practically raping him. 

Before you could count to ten Sharon was standing there on the couch, her 
legs firmly planted on either side of Donald, pressing her cunt lips into 
his face. This would serve the boy well in later years. 

She was only half-surprised when Donald began to eat her out. After all, 
what else could he do? There was no place to run. 

Though his tongue-thrilling clitoris licks were much better than the average 
beginner's, there was something she wanted far more from him than his 
tongue, and that was his cock! 

She slid down so that her boobs were level with the young man's face. Then 
she wrenched off her blouse and peeled off her bra, pushing those big 
boobies under his nose. 

"Nice ones, huh?" she asked him teasingly. She could feel his cock shaking 
back and forth under her. She glanced down. What a sight! Though Donald's 
body was still the adolescent's, his cock was the size of a full-grown 
man's! Seven inches long and two inches thick, it was a thing of wonder. 
What a PRICK! 

Sharon was ready to give this very bashful lover boy a special technique 
now. She was teasing his balls with her two index fingers. While she did 
this, her lips went down to his manhood. Those lips worked along the length 
of the cock, while her tongue at times pushed itself into the come-slit at 
the great shaft's peak. Then, with a total surprise to John, she started to 
squeeze his balls. That had a magical effect on him. He practically melted 
like butter in her hands. 

She now determined that he was fully ready to enter her. She was about to 
take in an awfully hot prick, and could not wait any longer. 

Presenting her back to him, she slid down on his prick. 

It'd be easier the first time around this way, she figured. He would not 
have to make all that much eye contact with her. The mechanics of their 
sweaty flesh would do their trick, and she'd have him coming in a fabulous 
explosion. Later on she'd give him all the romance that he could stand, and 
some more to boot. This was a boy who she was going to ball for a long, long 
time. Not any young man's dong felt quite this good. This Donald had that 
cock that a woman could dream about for a hundred years. 

"Oh, my God, you darling love!" she moaned to him. She was cooing like a 
dove. That big dick felt so right in her. They were made for each other. 

Donald wished that he could gulp down a glass of potent wine. It might make 
things a bit smoother. He was up and hard and hot right now, but he still 
felt kind of silly and out of place. But that feeling would soon go away. He 
was rapidly becoming intoxicated with Sharon's sexual practices. His cock 
was feeling good. 

As they fucked long and merrily on that couch Sharon thought of her Uncle 
John. Wasn't that crazy?" she asked herself. She could not understand why 
she felt such a powerful attraction to her Uncle. Surely, the hot young 
pricks that she'd already had must be a better lay than Uncle could ever 
give, but that diminished her desire none-the-less. Perhaps one day they'd 
come together, just like Donald and she came together right now. If she 
really wanted it, she'd make it happen. But she was afraid. 

Donald started to moan and groan, losing his inhibitions in the fierce 
pleasure of their coition. This girl was balling him so nice. He admired her 
form. Her ass belonged in a Museum. He'd call it "CLASSIC". This was poetry 
to the young man. He heard music as her cunt beat gloriously against his 
dick. She was the Artist. 

In tremendous spurts he filled her cunt. Blast after blast of white cream 
streaked into her. 

"Eureka!" she heard a voice in her own head call. "I've despoiled the Vestal 
Virgin!" 

It was all great fun. 

Sharon herself had yet to come. She was near the climax that she so desired, 
but had to go a few thrusts more before that was attained. 

She decided that it was time to switch positions again. She turned her body 
around, mounting Donald and forcing her cunt and clit against his lips. 

"Eat me out, darling," she pleaded. "I want you to make me come. Do some 
Magic with your lips and tongue!" 

Donald was most willing to oblige. After all, she'd laid him in full style. 
Now it was his turn to reciprocate. He'd make her come in waves as well. It 
was only right! 

Her quim was flowing when his lips met that soft and fragrant flesh. 
Certainly, she was not far from ecstasy. She was ready to erupt! 

Faster and faster his tongue lapped around there, more by chance than by 
skill pressing against her love button. She was going wild! She grabbed him 
by the hair and started to shriek. This boy knew his stuff. 

Sharon came, her sweet love-juices cascading over Donald's face. This surely 
was quite an initiation into the art of Love. Donald had entered the ranks 
of manhood in highest honor. By all reasons, he should have been proud of 
himself. 

"Honey, my darling, Donald," Sharon cooed, cuddling against him, stroking 
the hairs of his chest. She felt totally satisfied. 

For a while they just lay there together, not saying a word. Each one 
cherished the moment in his or her own way. 

Donald had irrevocably given up his fear of women. He'd attend the Senior 
Prom, and would start going out to the dances. Sharon had opened up a whole 
new world for him. 

Yet, he wondered, what was in it for her? He might have been a handsome boy 
in her eyes, but that did not explain her urge to do with him, a virtual 
stranger save for classes, what she had just caused to transpire through her 
wiles. There must have been some underlying reason for her playing the part 
of the seductress. God, but maybe she was a Nympho. She was such a mystery. 

Sharon slid from under Donald's arms and disappeared into another room. In a 
while she came back with a tray of goodies. This time she didn't spill it. 
The tray was filled with sandwiches and soda, potato chips and fruit. 

Together they indulged in the feast. It may have not been steak and 
champagne, but it served its purpose well. Their appetites had been 
satiated. 

"What time is it?" Donald asked, noticing that it was growing dimmer 
outside. 

Sharon glanced back and looked at the clock. "Six PM." 

Then her expressions showed concern. "O, dear!" she exclaimed. "Mother will 
be back soon, and shell guess what we've been up to. Quick, Donald, put your 
pants back on and get in shape. I don't want my mother knowing about this. 
She'd lock me up, if she ever found out. Hurry up, Love!" 

Donald was dressed in a flash. In another minute he'd combed his hair and 
wiped the come-stains off his face with his handkerchief. 

Sharon was just as expedient in putting herself back together. None too 
soon, it seemed, for there was a commotion outside the side door. In another 
moment Heidy, her mother, entered. 

Sharon breathed with relief as she finished straightening out her collar and 
making herself look prim. 

"Why, hello, children," Heidy said to. them both. She then smiled, 
apologetically. "I mean 'folks'. I still can't get used to the fact that 
Sharon's entering womanhood." With that she eyed them both very closely, and 
smiled enigmatically. She might have known more than she was revealing. 
Mother was a sharp, shrewd woman. It was from her that Sharon had inherited 
her devious, cunning traits. What daughter could do, Mother could do better. 
Sharon squirmed in her seat. She was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. 

"Can we help you with the packages? Donald is very strong." 

"Some other day, perhaps," Heidy smiled, "but not today. They're all in the 
trunk, and I can easily manage all by myself." 

Sharon then said, "Mother, I thought that Donald and I might go out for a 
walk now, if you won't be needing my help around the house." 

"No, you and Donald go out and enjoy yourself. Providing that you're up on 
your studies." 

"Oh, I am, Mother. That I am," Sharon said with a playful smirk. 

Heidy's eyes narrowed, "Donald ... you're not 'Darling Donald' that my 
daughter and her girlfriends are always talking about. 

"Oh, Mother!" Sharon cut in. She was really angry. "That's so wrong of you 
to make fun of my guest and embarrass me at the same stroke. Please ..." 

Heidy just laughed and said, "I'm glad that you're seeing such a nice boy. 
Yes, the two of you go out and have your fun. It's a lovely evening 
outside." 

Both Sharon and her new-found lover were out that front door in a flash, and 
glad to be so. They'd cut it pretty close, but had gotten away with their 
mischief. Somebody up above must have been looking out for them. 

"Next time, Donald," Sharon chastised, "we might not be so lucky. "You 
should watch out for those hot hands of yours!" 

Donald would have liked to blush, because it felt natural. But he no longer 
could. He was beyond all that now. And he was happy about the change. 

They walked towards Jefferson Park. That place was exceptionally gorgeous at 
this season, what with all those flowers in bloom and the lighted fountains. 
There weren't too many crowds there and occasionally musicians wandered 
throughout it, playing their guitars and singing their ballads. 

Sharon grasped Donald's arm as they walked. This time he did not draw back. 
He liked her hanging over him. It awoke passions within him that had said 
dormant for so terribly long. 

"Donald, do you think that you could ever love me?" Sharon asked him 
toyingly. 

Donald looked at her and replied, his voice just showing the faintest trace 
of uneasiness, "You don't really mean that, do you?" 

"No, you're probably right," she laughed. "But it's nice to know that people 
care, isn't it?" The two of them entered the gardens. The scent of the 
flowers made them swoon with delight. The fuck that they'd just had had made 
each one of them feel marvelous all over. 

"Will we ever do it again?" Donald questioned Sharon point-blank. 

Sharon grinned, "The Devil himself couldn't keep me away from you, sweet 
Donald. There's such treasure in your body that I'd be a fool to say no." 

Donald smiled at her. "I'm happy that you said that Sharon." He had badly 
wanted to call her darling, but he had not yet trained himself to be that 
liberated. He'd come so far in one day onto a totally new scene, and the 
going was understandably awkward. Sharon decided she'd get one over her 
Mother and give this deserving sweetheart more of the tender loving that she 
knew he needed. 

"Donald," she cooed. "How would you like to make love behind the bushes, on 
the soft grass?" 

"I'd like that," he grinned, blushing mildly this time. He was beginning to 
treat this all like one big and wonderful experiment. That was the language 
that he understood best. 

Sharon led him behind some rose bushes into a dim yet inviting clearing. She 
then pulled down her panties and asked Donald to whip his cock out of his 
zipper, without divesting himself of his clothes. It was too risky here to 
strip to the buff. 

This time it was Sharon who lay spread-eagled on the bottom. The grass felt 
just marvelous beneath her. She was already wet. No further foreplay was 
required. Being near to Don all this while had been enough of a turn-on. 

"Come on top of me, honey," she invited him. "Give me a good fuck." 

Donald did just that. It really felt different being on top. It felt like he 
was in command of the situation. This was a wonderful way for him to 
round-out his education. 

Sharon lay there moaning and groaning as he manipulated his great big dick 
inside and out of her. Yes, he was the man in control now. He loved the 
sight of her squirming there under him, every moan testifying to his prowess 
as a lover. 

Why wasn't he afraid anymore? Maybe he'd at long last grown up. 

More and more vigorous grew his pumping. He was more direct, surprisingly, 
than most of the lovers that Sharon was used to. He was still relatively a 
complete novice, so he did not try any of the fancier moves, like 
revolutions or zig-zags. He came straight to the point. 

Yes. In and out. In and out. In and out he pumped! Oh, this was Super Sex. 
How he was banging this gorgeous lady! 

Sharon was having multiple rapid orgasms, really turned on by his play for 
dominance. She felt that she'd been responsible for making a man out of him. 
Save for her own first time when she made it with a virgin man, Donald was 
the only man who'd she'd introduced into the world of love. She certainly 
was glad that she showed that bravery earlier today! Now she was being 
fitfully rewarded ... with interest. 

Donald's dong could not last much longer. He was just plain too excited, and 
hadn't the opportunity yet to master come-control. In fact, he was right on 
the verge of creaming in to Sharon's thrilling cunt! 

"Oh, God, Donald" Sharon moaned and groaned. "Let it out. Shoot your hot 
spunk into me! I can't take it any longer. My cunt is aching! You're using 
me all up!" 

That was all that Donald needed to hear. He grinned widely with delight. His 
load was ready to explode. 

"Aaahhh!!!" he sighed as the hot come splattered into her sweet hole. He 
felt satiated like he'd never felt before. It was because this position made 
him know that he was a real man. And Sharon knew it too. And that's what 
counted! 

Sharon slid down to where his prick, still hard, spurted some more sticky, 
glowing drops. She licked the shaft from top to bottom, taking all his 
cream. It brought out her womanly qualities, this cocksucking ritual. She 
truly felt like she was nursing her man, or giving him love. She caressed 
his balls and kissed the cock's head until it slinked away, shrinking and 
tired. That was all Donald was good for in one day. A double fuck was all 
that he could handle at this stage. In a month she'd have him getting up and 
keeping up that dick seven times a day. 

But she told herself that it would only be for lust. She did not want any 
deep emotional involvement. She liked her freedom, and did not want too much 
contact with even this man. 

Still, she'd show him some more good times when his turn came along. That, 
of course, was after the hundred other men she intended to fuck meanwhile's 
along the way. That was what she was all about. She liked fucking. The more 
men she fucked the better it was. Variety was the key word. And quantity. 
Amidst all that there was enough quality for several women. 

Don asked, cautiously, "Did you like me, Sharon? I mean, was I any good?" 

She flashed him a heart melting smile. "You were fabulous, Don. I really 
liked you on top. You proved your manly qualities. That's no boy's 
pea-shooter that you've got there, but a big man's shotgun. That was one 
sweet as heaven lay that you gave me. And I appreciate that, Donald." 

"Where to now?" he asked her. 

"If you like I'll introduce you to some of my girlfriends. You should have a 
real ball. But don't get carried away with yourself, because I just might 
get jealous. Just remember who Teacher is. Right?" 

Donald smiled in agreement. 

He'd soon be having a lot of real explosive sexual encounters. His prick 
would get the workout of twenty men's. But that's another story, in another 
book ... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Sex! Sex!! Sex!!! 

That one simple, fabulous idea was what raced rapidly throughout Heidy's 
mind and body right now. She was prepared to make it with her husband. If he 
only knew what super delights she had planned in store for him! 

There he lay, all sweaty and naked on the bed, just waiting for her to come 
and fuck the life out of him. His hard-on was thrust up, and his hand was on 
it, massaging the hell out of it. When she was ready to do it with him, he'd 
sure be ready for her. His cock was not the greatest in the world as far as 
total displacement was concerned, for it was but an inch in diameter. But 
what it lacked in width, it made up in sheer length, being eight plus inches 
long. That was a nice length for a prick as far as his wife was concerned, 
because it could probe her secret most recesses without effort. She did not 
mind the fact that it was not all that big around, because her cunt was a 
long and narrow hole. In short, they made the perfect couple as far as the 
equipment was concerned. 

Another positive feature of Marc's dong was the veins that ridged it. They 
really could turn his woman on, and that was because they created that 
desirable friction that most men could only produce by wearing French 
ticklers. But every woman knows that pure flesh is much nicer than rubber or 
plastic or even animal skins. Marc's cock made the woman he fucked float up 
to heaven! 

"Honey! Honey!!" Marc moaned. "Come to me!" 

It would have been quite a turn-on for any woman, the sight of him lying 
there, because the mattress he was on was a water bed with a humming 
vibrator under it. The bed was as hot as a prick or a cunt and made a fuck 
all that much wilder. 

As he called to her and as his hand worked up and down his prick's grand 
length. 

"Sweetheart!" 

She called to him, where she stood in the middle of the floor, doing her 
marvelous striptease. 

Her dress came off, revealing the most alluring set of undergarments that 
any woman could dare put on. They were black silk, and laced all over. The 
panties had a hole for the cock to enter, while the bra had two holes cut 
out to let the big nipples protrude. Heidy was as unique in the dimension of 
her breasts as her husband's cock dimensions were. She did not even remotely 
have the biggest boobs in the world, but few women had boobs of a nicer 
shape. They were elongated, like ripe ovals, and curved upwards to wide, 
pointed tits. When Marc felt those tits brush against his chest in the past 
he often creamed right on the spot. 

Yes, she was ready for him. The randy woman approached her husband who just 
lay there beating off his meat. Oh, how that thrilled her! 

The designer of her undies, however naughty he or she might have been, did 
not take into consideration a favorite position of Heidy and Marc. And that 
was up the ass from below. Heidy dropped her panties just enough and mounted 
herself over Marc's prick, her back pointed towards his face. 

She took her time at lowering herself down upon the sizzling member, and 
that was because she had an even narrower asshole than her very narrow cunt. 
If she were not really slow and careful she could hurt herself seriously in 
this operation. Marc was the one man who she would trust to embugger her. A 
male tool even slightly wider than his could put her in the emergency ward. 
But with Marc nothing wrong had ever happened. That was because he cared. 

Another lover might have thrusted up his hot, bulging penis up into her ass 
and grabbed her luscious body, drawing it down hard upon his dick. But not 
Marc. He knew that he was going to have her. There was no reason on earth 
why he should not confidently take his time and let his horny wife ease 
herself into the ass fucking. He was a loving husband. He knew every 
peculiarity about Heidy's ass and her cunt, and treated both with proper 
respect. 

So Heidy did her thing, coming down real slow and easy upon that long stick 
of a dick. The little, mushroom-shaped head eased its way up the asshole. It 
felt really super. Her cunt was dribbling with excitement. She was getting 
randier by the moment! 

Marc did not just lie there. He was a fairly active sort of man. He reached 
up his hands and cupped her gorgeous boobs, working up and down those long, 
sweet breasts. 

But perhaps he was just a little too excited, or maybe Heidy reacted a bit 
too lustfully, because the water bed started to shake, causing both lovers 
to rock. They lost their balance. Heidy's legs gave way under her, and 
Marc's long tool shot all the way up her asshole, right up till his small 
but heavy- hung balls slapped against her delicate buns. 

Heidy screamed, "Owchh!!!" She practically fainted right then and there. The 
pain was really sharp. She had not been expecting such an occurrence. This 
had never happened before. 

Marc was quick to comfort her. He petted her shoulders in a tender way, and 
cooed, "Oh, my darling! I am so sorry! I never - Please excuse my prick. 
God!" He exclaimed, totally embarrassed. He realized just how foolish he 
sounded. His words did not sound like a loving husband's, but were more like 
the asinine dialogue in a cheap porno flick. But what else could a man say 
in an instance such as this? 

"You idiot!!!" Heidy screamed, and in an act of cold reprisal reached down 
and grabbed and squeezed Marc's balls real hard. He cried out in pain. But 
it was a definite turn-on. Forgetting his wife's own discomfort, he thrust 
up his dick. Heidy was surprised at his brutishness. But she must have 
really liked it, because she forgot her own pain for the moment and started 
to ball Marc with a revolution of her body and ass. It was starting to feel 
good. The gentle lapping of the water beneath them made it feel even better. 

"Oh, baby!" she crooned. "Am I going to ball you tonight!" 

Marc knew that she was not kidding. When Heidy was aroused she was better 
than a Parisian whore. She just fucked and sucked galore!!! 

Now she was using the special techniques that she had learned as a 
belly-dancer. Before she had met Marc all those twenty years ago she had 
danced in exotic and erotic nightclubs to support herself. Those snake-like 
movements that she used in her dancing were very appropriate when it came to 
having sex. They could bend a man's dick and make him beg for more! That was 
what she wanted to do to Marc now. He could not blame her. 

"Oh boy," Marc said silently to himself. "Tonight is a real treat!" He 
licked his lips, a thing he rarely did. But for tonight, that was the thing 
to do. 

The top half of Heidy's torso moved in exactly the opposite direction that 
her bottom half went. She was like a serpent moving in for the kill. Marc's 
cock was surely responsive to such deluxe treatment, and he let her know 
about it. 

"Oh, honey!" he yelled with an unusually passionate voice. "You're doing it 
to me just right. Yea, that's the way your hubby likes it. You're like 
fucking Mata-Hari!" He almost said the Shiek of Arabi. He always confused 
the two. 

Heidy was glad that she was pleasing her dear husband. Her ass was going to 
be aching in the morning, she knew, but that did not matter too much. What 
was important was that the two of them were going to have a lot of dirty fun 
throughout the evening. 

Up and down and all around her pumping ass humped him. Humping and humping 
they - went at it with increasing gusto. Then, suddenly, Heidy pulled back. 
Marc surely came near to coming at that outward yank on his penis, but his 
sperm still stayed put. That was fortunate for him, because what was coming 
up next was not to be missed. Hell no!!! 

"Darling," she chastised him. "Remember the doorknob to the closet? You 
promised to fix it, but you never did. I pulled it off myself, but could not 
figure out a way to replace it. Because of all the grief you've caused me I 
am going to have to punish you!!!" 

Marc knew what she was up to. On one night in a thousand, his ordinarily 
very, very straight wife got into the kinkier aspects of sex. On those 
nights he had to be prepared to face the completely unexpected. Sometimes 
she got far, far out. Whatever was going to transpire tonight, he was pretty 
certain that it was going to be damned bizarre. But he was ready to take 
whatever Heidy could dish out. As her husband he was bound by duty to fuck 
his wife, still she asked him to stop.  

"Please don't!" Marc exclaimed, crying. He was playing the game. That made 
it better for the both of them. 

"Oh, yes, you're going to be punished, Marc. Now to the scene of the crime! 
Get into the closet!" 

Marc hopped off the bed and scampered to the closet. He noticed that the 
doorknob really was missing. Maybe that part of it was more than part of the 
sex-game tonight. Maybe his wife really had struggled to repair the 
misfitting knob in his absence, and had failed utterly. Now she was going to 
act-out her vengeance in the way that she fucked him. It was a kind of weird 
but highly successful therapy. 

Into the cramped, tight-fitting enclosure he squeezed himself. Heidy closed 
the door on him. He saw the light shining through the doorknob's hole. If he 
was not mistaken, the hole was just over an inch wide. That meant ... 

Yes. You guessed it. He poked his eight-incher right through the slot. It 
put him into absolute darkness, but that did not bother him. No, it made the 
scene even more perverse, even more wonderful! 

The inevitable happened. Heidy's lips covered the head of his half-hard 
penis, making it shoot up all the way. This was going to be an adventure! A 
little B&D never hurt anybody! 

Heidy determined to give her husband all the punishment that she could 
muster. Oh, how that woman blew on that hot tip. Oh, how she sucked and 
sucked and sucked!!! That penis was throbbing at a hundred miles art hour. 
Was that really his loving wife's mouth, Marc wondered, or did Heidy turn on 
the fucking god-damned vacuum-cleaner? Wow! 

Heidy decided that it was enough of fun and games. She wanted to get down to 
the serious part of it. Her concentration intensified. She had a bright 
idea. Boy, but this sex was getting kinkier by the moment! 

"Wait a minute," she whispered to Marc, her prisoner, in a dusky, commanding 
tone. 

In sixty seconds she was back, armed with the wickedest-looking vibrator and 
attachment system that any sex-fiend could ever devise. 

She purposefully chose the round cupped suction head and turned the machine 
on to its lowest setting. Later she would work it up till the thing roared 
like a jet engine. 

Marc winced when he felt that vibrator start ? to do it magic. His wife was 
not punishing, him! She was giving him the treat of -his life. 

But as every experienced vibrator operator knows, there is a way to control 
your machine so that you can prolong either a climax or an erection 
indefinitely. Little did Marc know that Heidy was not going to make him 
come, or even allow him too. 

"Sugar!" he cried from out of his dark imprisonment. "Cream me!" 

Heidy was prepared to give him the coup d'etat. She removed the vibrator 
from his pulsating, swollen lance that she had caused to swell so that it 
really was stuck in the door's hole. 

To replace it she placed an air-pump around the shaft, the kind designed to 
give a tight, squeezing sensation to the entrapped penis. 

Tighter and tighter the pressure caused his horny dick to feel. He was 
suffering now, and was not kidding when he cried out, "Heidy, stop it! 
You're killing my prick. Get that torture instrument off me!" 

Heidy smiled to herself, then cooed to him, "No, honey, I'm going to leave 
you standing there for a while like this. That's your punishment. You're 
going to have to live with it." 

Marc had had enough by now. He was growing angry. The pain was still there, 
even though Heidy had stopped pumping. That damned plastic cylinder she had 
cruelly used, was wrapped around his cock. He tried to twitch his member, 
but it was frozen in place. He then tried to withdraw it, but failed. It was 
stuck. He'd only hurt himself if he persisted. There was nothing that he 
could do but stand there like a fool at his kinky wife's mercy. She was 
humiliating him beyond the point of fun. 

"Darling," Heidy cooed, "I want to hear you tell me just how sorry you are 
for what you have done to me. I want you to make up to me for banging my ass 
before I was ready." 

Marc bit his lip and stubbornly remained in silence. 

"I can make it worse for you!!" she laughed with a trace of diabolism. And 
with that she increased the pressure on the cock pump which all this while 
was being supported by the strength of Marc's cock alone. Such a long, lean 
prick was not meant to take such weight. Already he was suffering the woes 
of a swollen red dick. His wife had gone overboard this time. What a change 
had come over her. In the past her sex, however kinky, had never showed any 
real traces of violence. But this night she had crossed that border. 

Marc whimpered, "Yes, Heidy, I am sorry. I am very sorry. You are right. It 
was all my fault. Now please release me. I have been a good prisoner!" 

Heidy smiled again, a smiled that Marc could only imagine but could not 
actually see in his dark captivity. "Honey, I want you to bark like a dog. 
Then I promise to release you. You have my word." 

Marc was enraged. He was furious. "Never! You whore!" He had never before 
sworn in this fashion at his wife. He was not sure that it was healthy, but 
it sure felt good. Maybe this was what Therapy was all about. He was 
releasing all that dangerous pressure inside. Maybe after he was through the 
tension would go away, not to return. 

Again, Heidy increased the pressure. It was strange, but Marc almost enjoyed 
it this time. The pain felt kind of good in a weird way. Also, if she made 
that thing any tighter he'd have an orgasm for sure. Then he could slip his 
dick out and get her back good. 

Not understanding his own reactions, he began to bark and whine and howl 
just like a dog in heat. 

Heidy laughed, "Good. That's what I wanted to hear. But I lied. I am not 
going to release you!" 

Marc screamed, "Please!" He'd already forgotten about preserving his pride. 
He just wanted to have that cock-pump off his poor, aching member. 

"Don't worry, honey," Heidy said to him. "I'm taking the pump off. I just 
don't want to let you go until I make it back up to you. Now that you've 
been properly punished I can start being nice again to you, like a wife is 
supposed to do. I am going to make you feel good. Now, just ease up and 
relax ..." 

Her word was as good as gold. The cock pressure-pump came off and was 
replaced by Heidy's own sweet mouth. She was sucking gently on that aching 
lance of manhood, licking her tongue around his outstanding veins and 
blowing cool air over that burning tip. That mushroom head was going to pop 
off right in her mouth if she weren't very careful! Marc thought. 

Her head was shooting up and down like a piston over his cock. She was 
milking it for all its worth. Boy, it felt good. She could be as nice as she 
had been mean. Yes, though she rarely exhibited these qualities, his wife, 
Heidy, could really be the bitch! Yes, she was such a BITCH!!! 

"OOOHHH!!! AAAHHH!!! AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" Marc was lost in wonderful delight. 
His whole center of being seemed to be his penis. That was all he was. One 
big dick. He would go easy on Heidy once he was out of this closet. At the 
most she'd get a spanking, or, he chuckled, a sizeable, none-too-gentle, ass 
fuck! 

Heidy increased the speed of her ministration. She was going wild at this 
stage. She was into what she was doing. She was a sucker deluxe. Her 
lollipop was the best one a woman could hope to lick. She swallowed that 
marvelous dick with passion. 

Marc knew that the end was near. His prick was getting itself ready to pop 
off. It arched upwards. The veins that ridged it forced against the hole in 
the door. The pressure was mounting inside him to critical heights. God!!! 

Heidy pulled her mouth away. Marc was shocked like he had not been shocked 
before on this surprise-filled night. It would be such a big let-down if she 
would not let him cream in her mouth. He so badly desired to pollute her 
filthy mouth, the mouth that had said those wicked things to him as her 
hands had done those even wickeder deeds. 

Yes, he was right on the verge of coming, but unless that final stimulation 
were lavished on his cock the hot spunk would just slide back down the 
shaft. 

Heidy moaned, "Marc! I want your come! I want your cream! I want to sip it 
down!!!" 

She did not disappoint him. Her lips covered his swelling penis head and her 
mouth took the rod in for two or three inches. Her two hands grasped the 
cock's red-hot shaft and began to stroke it back and forth. If any woman 
could tease the jism out of this man, Heidy surely was the one. 

"Oh, oh, baby!" Marc groaned. "I'm coming!" 

And he certainly knew it. The hot juices, milk-white and thick as whip 
cream, rode up the passage inside his prick and spouted forth in seven 
tremendous spasms. Heidy's mouth was flooded with the hot juices. She could 
not understand how a man with such little balls as her husband could produce 
so much come, as if he had a built-in compressor. But wherever it came from, 
it was wonderful. 

She kept on sucking that rod until her lips were aching. That cock had given 
her a lot of pain and a lot of pleasure tonight. She had seen to the 
pleasure part at least. It was so nice to tease a man's cock into creaming. 
It made a woman feel all that more strong and desirable. It caused her to 
appreciate her own femininity as well as her man's masculinity. That 
difference between the two sexes was such a blessed thing! Cock and cunt 
forever! 

Marc dropped backwards to fall into the pile of clothes. He could not stand 
up any more. She sucked the life out of both his dick and him too. The poor 
prick almost got lost in the door's hole, but luckily the come and saliva 
along its length lubricated it enough to get it sliding through the door's 
opening. 

Tired and feeling beaten, Marc ultimately crashed to the floor. Heidy, a bit 
weakened from her active role in the experience, crawled on her knees and 
opened the door wide. Like a stuffed toy puppy, her Marc tumbled out. She 
caught him in her arms. 

"Marc, my sweetheart," she said to him. "Forgive me if I have sucked you too 
hard." She felt foolish for having said such a thing. It was good to talk 
openly about sex, but sometimes words were just inadequate and often 
appeared ludicrous. Still, she hoped that she had not hurt him too much. Yet 
it had felt great, on the other hand, and she was glad that she had done it. 

"Heidy," groaned Marc, glad to feel the fresh air against his body, happy to 
see his black-lace clad wife. Instantly, his cock started to rise again. He 
hoped that he was not going to have to deal with another hard-on so soon. 
They were fucking like animals! Was there no stop to this? 

He clasped her in his embrace and pressed his lips to hers. They 
French-kissed. He could still taste the come in her mouth. How great was its 
flavor! No wonder some women were such great cock-suckers. If come could 
taste so good, he almost would consider becoming gay, just to suck other 
men's pricks. 

But no, he laughed inside, women were the ones for him. He was heterosexual 
through and through. There was nothing like the feeling of your penis shoved 
up a warm, moist cunt. Wait a minute! That was giving him ideas! He'd better 
watch out, or he'd soon be up Heidy's vagina, doing it the one way they'd 
not yet done it tonight. 

Marc remembered the first time that he and Heidy had met. It was on the 
Fourth of July. They had bumped into each other in a crowd. Above them, the 
fireworks had gone off with a bang. 

Heidy was a much more innocent, or at least introverted, girl back then. 

That was a plus in Marc's book. He liked making the advances. His 
advertising job demanded aggression, and what better place to prove yourself 
than with the opposite sex. 

He did something very bold and brash that night those twenty years ago. 

He had put his arms around Heidy even as she had apologized sweetly to him 
and had chanced a kiss. He had found himself pleasantly rewarded when she 
returned his affection. That had been the start of a generation-long 
relationship. 

Marc thought of the first time that they had done it together. He had 
brought her to his room. They had listened to music and discussed 
contemporary literature. Heidy had shown herself to be quite knowledgeable 
in such quarters. In fact, she almost had made him feel ignorant by 
comparison. 

For a man like Marc, who was not the tallest or the strongest man in the 
world, and hardly the best-looking, and thus always endangered in losing 
confidence, there was only one smart thing to do when you encountered a 
woman smarter than yourself. And that was to start breaking out the drinks. 
After even the most clever woman got a double vodka special in her she was 
less ready to blab and more ready to screw. 

He really mixed her a strong one on that hot Fourth of July night. In a half 
hour the poor girl's head was buzzing. She asked if there was any place 
where she could lay down, and Marc readily replied, "Yes, the bed." 

He had helped her onto the mattress, and convinced her into letting him take 
her shoes off. She liked that. A bit tipsy, she began to giggle in a 1950's 
school-girlish way, and asked if he intended to take advantage of her. 

Marc had responded with, "Only if you let me, sweetheart." He'd seen a 
Humphrey Bogart movie the night before and was just imagining what it would 
be like to lay this sweet dame like a big hero. Would she let him be her 
private dick? 

He smiled to himself. 

Heidy said, "That's why I came here. Don't you think I know a woman killer 
when I see one?" 

She had seen the private eye films too. He could tell by her lingo. Yea, 
maybe he'd be fucking another Bogart starlet! 

Feeling a bit boozed-up himself he dropped his pants and showed off his dick 
to the sprawled-out woman. 

He could see that she was a little nervous; by the way that her lips 
twitched. 

Still, that was only to be expected. After all, this was her first sight of 
a new prick. 

"What do you think, sugar?" he asked her with a grin. "Is it to your 
liking." 

She said, with a little-shaky voice. "Come over here, honey. I want you to 
be close to me." 

He did. It was quite an advance for a single night. Usually a girl this 
pretty took a week or two of wining and dining before even moderate petting. 
A heavy fuck the first night out was just too much to expect. 

But sometimes some guys are luckier than they think they are going to be. 
The truth was, he was expecting to go through cold turkey on that Fourth of 
twenty years past. He figured that after the fireworks had ended he'd go 
back alone to a hot and sweaty room and just he there jerking off, lonely in 
bed. 

But No! The fireworks had not ended. They were just begun! 

He got down on those sheets and stripped off every inch of clothes from that 
sweet young woman. He did not get much help from her though, because she was 
too woozy to do anything but slip and slide. That was the one big drawback 
to liquor and girls. They did not always mix. that smoothly. 

"Honey," she asked him. "Are you going to fuck me now?" 

He smiled even now, twenty years later, thinking about that question. God, 
Wasn't that obvious?! 

He mounted her, slowly sliding in his penis. She oohed and aahed like the 
dirty girls in the rough side of town did. For all her fancy words and high 
phrases, Marc believed that she was brought up in a rough neighborhood. 
Beneath all that polish there was a basic bitch. He was going to fuck her 
like she deserved. He knew that he probably was nowheres near the first. The 
truth was that he did not care. All he wanted was a good lay. And if he 
liked that lay he would see her and he would lay her again. Evidently he did 
like it, because he'd fucked her and sucked her and humped her a thousand 
times since. They could really get it on together, these two! 

"Marc," she bade before the balling got fiercely underway. "Marc, please be 
gentle." She smiled sweetly at him. 

He'd promised her that he would, but he was not really all that tender. He 
had tried to be, but what with all that booze in his body and horniness in 
his cock, he was sure that he'd given Heidy a pretty rough first ride. 

Maybe that was what she wanted. Other men had fucked her before, perhaps 
more gently, but she had given them up, For a woman to keep on coming back 
and back again there had to be something right about that man and his tool. 
Marc smiled, his confidence bolstered these twenty years later by that 
thought. 

Well, just as he began it twenty years ago, he was starting up right now. 

The two of them had worked their way back to the water bed for some aqua 
comfort, as the ad that he himself had written went. They'd be sailing rough 
waters tonight! He wished that he had some booze in him right now. It would 
makes things all that much better. If Heidy were kinky right now, imagine 
how much kinkier she might be with enough spirits coursing through her 
system. 

He excused himself, rushing from the room, hard-on and all, naked as a 
jay-bird, heading for the liquor-cabinet downstairs. He cursed himself-for 
not having thought of the booze earlier. 

It was about midnight, and the house was quiet save for Heidy's and his 
fucking. Sharon was supposed to be asleep now. She'd gone to bed early 
tonight, saying that she was exhausted from a tough volleyball game at 
school that day. 

What a shock Marc had when he encountered his very own daughter in the 
hallway, looking at him in this condition. 

He quickly stammered that he was going to the bathroom and sped behind the 
nearest door. 

"Sorry, Daddy," Sharon said with a smile. "I didn't know you were having 
sex. Have a good time. Goodnight." 

Marc gasped with shock. He could not guess how his daughter knew. How could 
and where could she have learned about SEX. He'd never brought up the 
subject before. 

Had Heidy told her about the birds and the bees? 

God, what would sweet, innocent Sharon think of her parents now? She knew 
that they fucked! 

Worse than that, Marc feared that she might have seen them in action. He 
could not be sure just how securely the bedroom door had been shut. For all 
he knew his inquisitive daughter might have been watching them with wondrous 
eyes. That would be his luck! He might have been leading his daughter into 
becoming a Peeping Tom! 

When he heard Sharon's bedroom door close and felt secure again, he stepped 
out of hiding. From across the house Heidy's voice drifted, "Hurry up, 
darling! I need to see you." 

The 'to see' you part was for Sharon's sake, in case she might be listening. 

Marc was not quite that sex driven, that he could casually forget the 
incident that had just occurred and booze it up. But, he realized, why not 
booze it up? Crying over his embarrassing exposure was not going to erase it 
from Sharon's mind. But some good, hard, heavy liquor might clear his mind 
of a deal of guilt and tension. 

In a snap he was back upstairs, and the two of them were drenching a bottle 
of Polish, honey wine. Babunia it was called. It was brewed for lovers. 

With new, ever-more powerful abandon they went at it again. Marc rammed his 
big dick all the way into Heidy's narrow cunt. She said, "Take it easy, 
lover," when he started to get carried away with himself. He was driving 
much too hard for her cunt. She could not take such a beating from even the 
ideally narrow prick that he was gifted with. If he did not smooth out soon, 
she knew that she was going to scream. He'd drunk too much, too fast. For 
all her luck, she smiled, feeling groggy, he'd piss in her instead of 
coming. Then she'd have to give him some more kinky punishment again. Oh, 
how randy bitchy she was tonight! 

Marc knew that he'd be in for big trouble if he did not do as his wife 
asked. He wanted so very badly to believe that it was purely the effects of 
the booze that was making him act so aggressively violent. He prayed that it 
was not out of vengeance from the closet-trip that he was ramming his dick 
into her so hard. Because if that were the reason Heidy would certainly know 
from her female intuition, and she would make it hard on him in the times to 
come. It might even ruin their relationship. Or it might send them into the 
outer realms of S&M and B&D. But that was for the future chapters of their 
life. Right now, this was just a lay. And he knew that he had to make it 
good. 

With a bit of effort, Marc had his penis sliding like butter all the way in 
and all the way out of sweet Heidy's cunt. She preferred it this way. He did 
not ram any too hard, though his thrusts and withdrawals were fast. He knew 
right where to stop, so that his balls did not slap too viciously against 
Heidy's delicate cunt-lips. 

"Oh, it's getting better!" Heidy moaned. "Now you're doing it right! You're 
thinking about my cunt as much as your own prick. You're fucking us both, 
not just yourself anymore. What a lover you are! What a lover!" 

Marc loved to hear this from his woman. It bolstered his confidence once 
again in a necessary way. 

They really developed quite a rhythm now. After all, there had been twenty 
years of practice together before tonight. 

Marc grasped Heidy's hair, as his hair-adorned chest squashed her boobies. 
"You're beautiful! You're beautiful!" he ejaculated. 

The cream was rising in his cock and the cunt-juices were flowing from her 
quim. A big explosion was not far away. They were really humping and 
pumping, humping and pumping, humping and pumping now. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Heidy screamed. She was writhing wild now. Her legs crossed 
like scissors around Marc's back. She was going through a frantic orgasm. 
These weren't just motions. This woman was creaming all over his hot-tipped 
prick! Wonderful!!! 

Now it was Marc's turn to start creaming. His prick for the second time that 
night would release its load. Suddenly the idea of Sharon crossed his 
booze-clouded mind. His sweet Sharon saw all of him! He blushed red. Heidy 
had never seen such an expression of total glory on a man's face before. He 
closed his eyes and creamed and creamed and creamed and creamed into Heidy. 

When he had shot the last of his load he lay atop his woman, gazing into her 
eyes, smiling contentedly. 

Heidy wondered just how much tonight might mean in their relationship. 

It has been said that when a thing has been done there is no undoing it. 

For all she knew Marc and her might be looking forward to a lifelong 
involvement with bondage and discipline, perhaps even sado-masochism and 
other way-out stuff. There was no telling yet. Would it be heaven or would 
it be hell? 

Marc, guessing at the drift of her thoughts, smiled and said, "It's all 
right, honey. Whatever happens will happen. We know that we love each other. 
Twenty years of intimacy is the strongest bond to keep people together. We 
may not stick with the same positions forever, or the same kind of sex, but 
you can be sure that it will be the two of us in the same bed for years to 
come." 

That was the problem. Heidy was not sure that she wanted that, though she 
believed that she would be with Marc for many, many more years to come. Her 
gravest fear was that they would hurt each other and keep on hurting each 
other within the bonds of marriage. Prisoners by their own volition. 

Marc had pleased her tonight. That was enough for the moment. She'd think 
about relationship problems in the reassuring light of day. Right now all 
she wanted to do was lick their love-juices off his cock. As booze was 
Giliad's balm to Marc, so was a pretty dick her own best medicine. She 
sucked. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Uncle John was in the mood for some honest mischief. It was a Saturday, and 
Saturday's were meant for good times in his book. 

He thought that a good way to spend the early afternoon was to go out to the 
coffee-house and have some strong, aromatic brew. That would really wake him 
up so that he'd be ready for some solid entertainment. 

Uncle John chose to take the bus into the center of town. Waiting at the 
same stop as he was a girl of thirteen. She was standing there with her dog. 
How nice it would be to get acquainted with this one, Uncle John thought, a 
smirk crossing his face. But realizing that she was- heavy jail- bait, he 
was not even going to try this time. He was up for adventure, but not in the 
mood for taking any really big risks today. It had been a fairly trying week 
operating the freight elevator and dealing with all those tough 
redneck-types. Work like that could really wear down the best men. If he'd 
had a college education things might have been different, he told himself. 
He smiled. Yes, then he'd be driving a cab. 

Uncle John did not have any great aspirations and was decidedly lacking in 
ambitions. But he had a love for peace and quiet and could appreciate the 
finer things in life. Were many other men much luckier than him, after all? 

The bus soon came. He stepped on only after letting the young girl ahead of 
him. He was tempted to look up her skirt, but feared being caught. He was 
not going to break the law! 

When he stepped off the bus the girl was behind him. This was too much. The 
presence of such a young darling was driving him insatiably mad! 

Well, he went into the coffeehouse and ordered some strong black coffee. 
Sitting at the table opposite from him was a very pretty sixteen year old 
nurse-trainee. She was with her boyfriend. What a lucky young man! Uncle 
John thought. He watched very closely by gazing at the mirror on the wall. 
He could actually see what was going on under the table without anyone even 
suspecting that he was peeking! Oh what fun! Oh how wicked!!! 

The young man had as big a hard-on as a boy his age could get. The girl had 
her hand in his lap, but refrained from stroking his treasure. She was too 
sweet and innocent to do such a thing. If only Uncle John could get to her, 
he'd teach her a trick or two! Then her boyfriend would shake him by the 
hand! 

Uncle John groaned to himself. He was tired of seeing all this young pussy 
going to waste. He'd rather have seen what they do in primitive African 
tribal societies, and that was shacking up the younger women with the older 
men and the younger men with the grown-up women. That way everybody was 
happy. It took a man in his years to appreciate just how nice sweet young 
cunt was, and vice versa it took an older man to teach a young darling what 
sex was all about. 

But the laws in 'civilized' countries did not favor free sex. The laws 
themselves were responsible for that God-awful generation gap. They kept the 
youngsters and the adults apart when they so needed each other's assets. If 
Uncle John had his way the world would be a far better place. Friendship and 
love would reign supreme. And a real man would not have to hide his cock in 
polite company! Oh, the thought of it was driving him insane. If he was not 
afraid of getting caught, he would have flashed his marvelous member in 
front of that young couple, and told them that this was how a mature man 
should look. It would serve them a good lesson. 

But his senses were with him. Which was very good for him, because a police 
car had just driven past the second after he'd had his desirous thought. The 
world was a lonely place only because society made it that way. 

Uncle John had had enough of coffee for awhile. He wanted something juicier 
than a cup of blackness. Something considerably more colorful ... 

He knew where he was going. Today would be the ideal day to take in a really 
racy film. He walked towards the one porno-house that this Middle American 
town would tolerate, The Pussy-Cat Blues Cinema. 

He was in great luck! The movie that they had on today's billing was called 
'Incest'. That would get his penis throbbing. He'd be creaming and dreaming 
over the thought of making it with his two darlings, Heidy and Sharon, and 
maybe even shoving his cock up Marc's ass for good measure! 

There wasn't any line outside, which came as no surprise to him, because the 
people in this town did not talk of sex openly and let their neighbors know 
what they were up to. 

Inside the ticket booth was a woman in her fifties. Uncle John did not like 
the thought of facing her. She was the kind of high-browed woman that could 
make a man feel strange and awkward when he was out to have some decent 
pleasure. What would she say, he wondered. No, it would not be a pleasure 
dealing with that old bitch. 

The white-haired woman looked at him through her nose-mounted spectacles as 
he approached her booth. She had a cold expression on her face. Her features 
looked like ice. 

"Yes, Sir," she said to him. 

"I want to purchase my ticket," he responded with guarded words. 

"Well then, pull out your money and stop wasting my time," she chastised 
him. 

Uncle John had expected such a response from this old monster. 

"I don't have to hear that from you," he told her, breathing in deeply to 
defend his pride. "You old windbag!" 

The woman was prepared for such a quip from him, because she gave him the 
nastiest frown and demanded, "That will be four dollars." 

Uncle John pulled out a five and slid it gruffly under the glass. 

She said, grimacing, "Can't you see the sign, John? Exact Change PLEASE." 

Uncle John said, "I don't have four singles, and I need my quarters for the 
bus fare back. Just hand me a dollar back, please!" 

The old woman said, "I don't have any change. Besides, it's against 
Management Policy," she said with a smile, using a phrase that she must have 
used a thousand times before. 

Uncle John shoved the five dollars back under the glass and said, "All 
right, give me my ticket. My loss." 

The ticket-teller did not quite know how to respond to such magnimosity. On 
one hand, it destroyed a perfectly good, bitchy argument, and on the other 
hand it violated the procedures of bureaucracy. 

"I - I - don't know "if I can do that. You have to pay four dollars. You 
can't pay five." 

"Take the tip and buy yourself a dildo, madam," Uncle John quipped, reaching 
for the ticket that she held reluctantly in her hand. 

He stepped merrily through the theatre door and soon found himself in the 
middle of some really spicy smut. That was why he was here. He'd let his 
fantasies have free reign. 

So he chose himself a seat right in the middle of the theatre where he could 
enjoy the best view. He was not overly conscious about his being seen. The 
theatre was half-deserted, and he guessed that everybody's eyes were glued 
on the screen anyway. 

His assumption was almost right. All eyes but two were on the screen. But 
the lady who those eyes belonged to was going to give Uncle John plenty of 
action and plenty of trouble! 

Uncle John seated himself and was making himself comfortable, just getting 
into taking in the wonderful sight on the screen, which was a big dick being 
sucked by a little girl, when he heard a voice whisper into his ear, "Hey, 
Mister, you want the best hand-job that a twenty can buy?'The source of this 
voice smelled of beer and whiskey, and the breath was hot as burning hell. 

Uncle John looked up. A black woman of about forty was leaning over him. She 
sat herself down in the next seat. 

"Well, how 'bout it, Mister. Do you want to have a good time at coming. 
Isn't that what you're here for. I can make it nicer for you. That's how I 
put food on my table." 

Uncle John was startled. He'd heard about such Porno-Hookers, but had been 
convinced that they existed only in the realm of fiction. But here was one 
now, ready and willing to beat off his meat and make him cream. 

Though he was scared of her, her offer gave him a nice sweet hard-on. She 
definitely had appeal of sorts. The woman was black and did not seem to be 
all too clean. She probably had been living a very hard life, ducking the 
police and sucking the mayor, John figured. She was built like an Amazon. 
Though not beautiful or even pretty, she looked OK. Good enough at least to 
get sucked-off by and certainly fair enough to get jerked-off by. Uncle John 
was tempted to say yes. 

"Make up your mind soon, Mister," she demanded. "I don't have all day. 
Either you want me to whack you off or you don't. By the way, my name is Ms. 
Rose." 

Uncle John knew he wanted her, but was not sure that he wanted to throw away 
his money. He worked hard for that money, and did not want to spend it too 
freely. 

"Fifteen," Uncle John said, smirking confidently. "That's all you're worth." 
He had thirty in his pocket, and did not care to spend more than half on a 
mere jerk-off. 

"I'm sticking by my guns, honey," the black whore informed him. "Twenty 
bucks or you can go and fuck yourself. I can save you that hassle!" 

"Impudent whore!" Uncle John muttered under his breath. "She takes me for 
just another trick! Wait till she sees my ding-dong! Then her black pussy 
will be dripping!" 

"OK," Uncle John grumbled. "You can have your twenty, but you are going to 
have to earn it, Mrs. Tulip!" 

That was all the woman needed to hear. The moment his two tens flashed out 
she stuffed them into her blouse, then said to John, "You've just bought 
yourself a ticket to Heaven, Mister. Lean back and relax." 

Uncle John was willing to obey. He did not bring his customary trench coat, 
but he did have on a golfing jacket. He draped it over his crotch so as not 
to attract attention. 

The whore had him unzipped and had her greasy, pizza-stained fingers over 
his prick really fast. She started to beat him off. However slutty, it felt 
absolutely great! 

Uncle John could feel his pecker begin to rise. 

"Hey, take it easy," John mumbled to her. "You're beating my meat off too 
hard. I want you to do it more gently." 

She mumbled, "Sorry." But he knew that she wasn't. She did not care about 
him or his cock and that made him mad. He expected the women to swoon over 
him, even when they were only whores. Where had she learned her manners? 

However tough she was on his prick, it still felt good. He was glad that he 
had made the investment. Now he could get down to enjoying the movie more, 
while this automatic vibrator did its job. Oh, but how he wanted a blow-job 
from that sweet sixteen-year-old that he'd seen before with her dog. He'd 
pay ten times twenty for that and still consider it a bargain. But the good 
stuff was not for sale. He'd have to settle for fiftieth best. 

After a few minutes of this torrid hand-job Uncle John's dick began to ache 
like hell. 

"Feels pretty good?" the black whore asked him. "Don't it, honey?" she said 
with a low, slurred laugh. "I'm giving you a super A-l Jerk-Off!!!" 

Uncle John mumbled sarcastically, "I could have never guessed." She went 
back to whacking off his prick with real gusto. She almost might have been 
enjoying herself. But the friction was unbearable! 

Uncle John begged her, "Don't you have any lubricant? I can't take this much 
longer, or I'll expire." 

The prostitute was more than a little annoyed at Uncle John's demands. Some 
men just couldn't sit back and take it quietly. They looked for problems. 
But she knew that it was her job to please, and because of that she went out 
of her way to give Uncle John some dirty joy. 

Taking her lipstick out of her pocket book she smeared it all over the palms 
of her hands and put that red slime all over Uncle John's poor white cock. 
His usually brave prick was as white as a ghost. This woman really scared 
him. She was so uncouth. But her very shiftiness got his hard-on throbbing 
like a fire hydrant. This was going to be clean sailing from this point on! 

Uncle John had to hold back to keep from making a racket. He wanted to yell 
out his joy. However inept this woman was, she was now giving him the best 
jerk-off that he'd ever hope to have. She was whacking him off into outer 
space. And he was grooving on every thrust! 

"Hey, Mister, I think that I can get away with sucking you off. Move your 
jacket over." Uncle John was afraid. He was not sure that he wanted to take 
the chance. All it would take would be the flashlight of an usher and he'd 
be finished. They'd put him away. And what would Sharon and Heidy say? They 
might never wish to see him again. Marc, who he never really liked however 
cordial they acted towards one another, would probably be quite amused. He 
would probably use the incident in a television commercial or a magazine ad, 
toned down, of course. 

He was that type. 

Uncle John said, "No," and tried to cover up his penis, but the whore just 
brazenly brushed his hand aside and leaned her head down and started to do 
her sucking. Uncle John was very afraid of VD, on top of everything else. 
This quick fuck might mean a lot of problems in the future, he worried. But 
that maybe was why he let her frig him off. It was great adventure to tempt 
danger. 

The lips of Ms. Rose were round and wet and wild. She was giving him every 
penny of twenty dollars worth. He was feeling more and more wonderful. When 
he creamed it would be right down this black whore's throat. Yes, he was for 
racial equality. She'd have as much chance as any white girl to swallow his 
hot come! Uncle John was not just sitting there passively any longer. He 
started to get more and more into the action that was going on down there. 
He started to pump up his prick into that black harlot's face. If they were 
not in a movie theatre he would have bidden her to scream with delight. That 
would have excited him even further. This was good sucking. How could he be 
such a lucky man so often, he wondered. Of all the men in the theatre, she 
had chosen to approach him. Maybe in her own crude way she knew that his 
white dick was extra-special. 

Uncle John quickly looked around, suddenly fearing that his movements might 
have been detected by those sitting in the rear. He guessed that he must 
have been bobbing up and down, and that was not good. Trouble might have 
been just around the corner. 

But he breathed a muffled sigh of relief as he saw that nobody was paying 
him the least bit of attention. They were too enrapt in the movie, the movie 
that he was having very little opportunity to see. The sucking of his own 
prick was occupying the bulk of his attention. He was more personally 
involved in his own prick than the cock's that were being whacked off and 
fucked and sucked and embuggered on the screen. Yes, his own prick deserved 
his full attention. Ms. Rose evidently agreed with him. Her head was in full 
swing, sucking and blowing him like mad. 

Still, it was strange, he thought, that she should have been doing all this 
for just the mere price of a hand-job. He decided to keep a watchful eye on 
his wallet. He was not going to let this whore rob his hard-won currency. 

But Ms. Rose had very slim chance of robbing his loot while her face was 
stuffed over his cock and balls. She was really into it. What a Blowjob!!! 

Ms. Rose started to pay more attention to those sperm giving balls. If her 
trick was going to have the Grade AA Whack-Off that he wanted, there was no 
ignoring those big hot sacks. They'd have to be rubbed and squeezed and 
kissed into red heat. Then they would shoot their cream up his shaft and 
into her mouth. He'd sure remember her. But, of course, he'd have to pay 
extra for this service. Every John knew that, Ms. Rose figured. It was her 
honest tip. little did she know that Uncle John believed in a cheap 'tip'. 
His cock did not pay any more for its pleasure than he'd bargained for. No 
gratuities were going to go out of his pocket for a lay, not if he could 
help it. 

Just when it started to feel good, really good, Ms. Rose thought that she 
had better bring the matter up. Even her dull mind detected that certain 
excessive economism that was Uncle John's code. 

"Honey, you know that this sucking's going to cost you more. The twenty was 
for my hands. My face costs an extra ten." 

Uncle John practically leaped out of his seat. "An extra ten," he hissed 
under his breath. "You must be kidding. I'll not be cheated by you, Black 
Mamma!!!" 

Ms. Rose was not half as much offended by Uncle John's insult as she was 
determined to collect her cash. To her that ten bucks meant more than this 
torrid blow-job meant to Uncle John. She needed that ten to keep on going. 

She'd do anything! 

She'd fight him to End for it, even if it meant making a scene in this 
joint. Besides, she knew that that was the one thing that this 'gentleman' 
wanted to avoid at all costs. He'd probably sooner pay up than have his 
activities brought to light. That at least was what she was counting on. But 
she failed in her assumption, underestimating just how tight Uncle John was 
when it came to spending money! "Hell!! You're enjoying yourself too much. 
You really like it!" Ms. Rose debated. "Ten more dollars ain't going to kill 
you, but it will be much appreciated by me. Come on and pay up so that I can 
finish you off with a great big cream-off!" But Uncle John was not impressed 
at her promise of orgasmic delight. 

"We made a bargain, girl," he told her rightfully so, "and I expect you to 
keep it. Yes, the sucking is extra, but if you wanted to get paid for it 
then you should have brought the matter up before you shoved your face into 
it. That, I believe, is how business is run today. Now get on with your 
work!" At his strong words Uncle John smiled. Had he ever dared to talk to 
the redneck truckers that he dealt with on his elevator that way they'd have 
given him a broken jaw. But he was confident that all this harlot needed 
were some strong words to put her back into her place. Then he'd cream all 
over her, and they'd go their separate ways. Not until the movie was over, 
though, of course. 

"If you don't pay me another ten I swear, Mister, that I'll scream." Already 
she was raising her voice. 

To make sure that he wasn't going anyplace she grabbed his cock and held on 
tight. 

Uncle John knew that it was now or never, however unfortunate the 
alternative was, because he was right on the outermost verge of coming. 
Another second and his cream would be spouting all over. 

Risking all for the sake of ten dollars he leaped out of his seat, one hand 
clutching his golfer's jacket, the other flinging outwards to help him 
retain his balance. 

But Ms. Rose held on tight. She pulled his cock closer to her mouth, getting 
ready to scream, "Pervert!" 

Uncle John was scared as hell, and his cock hurt bad. But Ms. Rose's furious 
tugging on it released his sperm from those heavy balls. A torrent of thick, 
white come went erupting out of his hot tip to fill shoot off into the 
whore's mouth. Not expecting the big blast she let go of the hot hard dick 
and choked on Uncle John's spunk. That he'd given the harlot for free. 

But this was no time for fun and games. This was a serious matter 

Uncle John went tripping down the row and sliding down the aisle. 
Theatre-goers with quick enough eyes cried out "Pervert!" while others just 
laughed or grimaced. 

Uncle John was out of that door in no time at all. He by now had his zipper 
all the way up and the come stains wiped haphazardly off his slacks. He 
flashed a quick glance back at the ticket-booth. The old woman was still 
inside there. She recognized him, giving him a dirty look and waving a 
dollar bill in the air. 

But however money-conscious Uncle John was, he did not give a damn about 
that buck. He just wanted out, to get as far away from that fucking, seedy 
theatre as he could get. 

Inside, Ms. Rose just lay back in her seat with a dumb, stupefied expression 
covering her face. This was the John that got away. She'd wasted a great 
blow-job and a complete suck-off on a real white bastard. If she ever caught 
up with him she'd let him know just how she felt. Still, though, she had to 
compliment him. That guy was a stubborn as a whore. He was a real pimp. 

Uncle John, not knowing or caring about what Ms. Rose thought of him, split 
for the coffee house again. It was far enough from the porno-house to be 
safe, and he was mighty hungry. You don't lose a wad of come that way 
without needing replenishment. He'd take a hearty snack and be off for home 
again. 

When he stepped back into the coffee shop he was surprised to see those two 
youngsters still seated at the table. There was something peculiar about 
that, he felt, especially considering that it looked like the boy had the 
shakes. Could it be? 

Yes! The girl had his prick in her hands and was beating him off. For his 
part, he had his three fingers buried deep in her cunt. They were frigging 
her wet slit. 

So he'd missed the movie but had not missed the show! Uncle John was 
delighted with himself. It was really turning out to be a nice day. Young 
love always did have its appeal to him. 

This was the time to have some great fun. He knew just how easy it was to 
embarrass this young crowd, and those were exactly his intentions. 

He got up out of his seat, and just as the boy was about to have his orgasm, 
he said, "Do you have change of a quarter: 

The young man turned pale in the face and stuttered. 

"Change of a quarter?" 

Uncle John smiled and said, "Yes. Are you hard of hearing, son?" Uncle John 
could be pretty offensive, especially when he was in the mood. He felt as 
mean as hell now, however playful. That whore in the movie theatre had 
brought out the worst in him. 

The young man said, "No," hoping in this way to be rid of the annoyance. 

But Uncle John was not going to let this lad get away with such mischief. He 
did not think that it was right that these two lovers should have it so 
sweet and easy when he had to suffer the lips of a cheap whore. 

"Would you care to check, my young man?" he asked, being persistent. 

"The truth is, my pockets are empty," the young man replied. "I'd give you 
the change if I had it, Sir, but I'm sure that I don't." 

Uncle John surprised the boy by demanding, "Let me see your hand." 

Instinctively obeying authority, the boy whipped his hand from under the 
table where it had been frozen in his nervousness and presented it to Uncle 
John. 

Uncle John said, "I know what you're up to, lad. Keep up the good work!" 
With that he gave the boy a smile, curtly bowed to the girl, and with a 
sprightly gait left the coffee-shop. There was plenty of honey and sugar 
with that coffee. That was the truth! 

Now the only thing left to do was to head back home. He'd had enough 
downtown action for one Saturday afternoon. Better to cruise for his house. 

Uncle John was more than a little surprised to find the girl with her dog 
that he'd seen before on the way down to the city's center. His day was 
really making a full-circle. It was almost like destiny. 

This time, though, he decided to say "Hello," to the girl. He was not afraid 
of his passions because he'd already had enough action and enough sex for 
one day. All he wanted to be was nice. 

When the world allowed him to be, Uncle John could act like the sweetest, 
most courteous man. He was best around children. They were more open, more 
understanding, than most adults. He'd make the acquaintance of this pretty 
little darling. 

"Hi," Uncle John said to the little one. The dog barked and grumbled, trying 
to leap on Uncle John. That was why Uncle John did not care so much for 
animals. He even preferred adult company to the company of foul dogs! 

The little girl looked up at Uncle John with contemplating eyes, but said 
nothing. 

Uncle John smiled, and said, amusingly, "What's the matter? Cat got your 
tongue?" 

The little one finally spoke, "My parents don't like me talking to strange 
men. I'd better not say anything to you, or I might get in trouble. Please 
go away, Mister." 

Uncle John frowned with displeasure. Parents now-a-days really were 
responsible for making their children paranoid. Here it was, a sunny, great, 
day, and he could have been having a pleasant conversation with this 
charming thirteen-year-old, but because of her programming she was afraid to 
even talk to him. That just wasn't right! 

Uncle John said, "I disagree with your parents, but I suppose that you have 
to obey them. I'm sorry if I've bothered you, my child." 

"I'm not your child," the girl said. Obviously, she did not care to even be 
polite to Uncle John. He did not care to meet her parents. With such a 
rigid, heartless upbringing they must have been bloody tyrants! 

The dog began to growl some more. This time it growled louder than before. 
It struggled to leap up at him, but the girl held the animal tightly by the 
leash. 

"I'd like to see what kind of hussy this one's going to grow up to be," 
Uncle John mumbled to himself. "She'll really be into the whips and chains 
and dogs!" 

The bus at last came. 

Uncle John stepped on first this time, cutting the young woman off. He did 
not want to be polite to a girl who would not even show him a little 
friendly courtesy! 

He chose a seat in the back. The girl, wishing to be removed from him, chose 
a seat up front. 

The ride passed by like a dream, with Uncle John just gazing out the window 
and watching the trees and the houses roll by. It was a comfortable ride, 
and gave him the opportunity to relax. There had been so much excitement 
already! 

His stop was coming up, he realized just in time. That meant that the girl 
was getting off here too. He did riot want another incident, so he decided 
that he'd just get out the side exit and keep his distance. He did not want 
her parents getting any of the wrong ideas. He had not done anything wrong. 
In fact, he'd conducted himself in a very acceptable way. It was not his 
fault that they'd brought up their daughter to be so frigid. 

As he was about to rise, the thing that he needed least occurred to him. The 
dog leaped from the girl's hand and ran towards Uncle John. As he gazed down 
in disbelieving astonishment the animal raised high its rear leg and pissed 
all over his leg. What an outrageous thing! 

He gave the dog a smart boot and ran after the girl. "I suppose that you are 
not even going to say that you are sorry." 

The girl looked at him nonchalantly and said, "But I'm not. That would be a 
lie. The dog did it. Blame the dog." 

"But the point is that the dog is your dog!" Uncle John cried. 

The girl just gave him a flashing smirk, turned around, and went her way, 
striding along with her dog. 

Uncle John cursed to himself, feeling outrageously wronged. This was a 
crazy, mixed-up world! 

He made sure that the girl was far away when he turned the corner to his own 
block. He did not want her kooky parents running after him. 

Considering the incidents of the day, he decided that the smartest and the 
safest thing to do was to just lock himself home at night and read some 
good, sexy books. Yes, it would be a super, cozy night! 

Tonight was the full moon and it was the Thirteenth of the month. Were there 
any omens about Saturday the Thirteenth. 

Uncle John just smiled and barricaded himself indoors. This was the perfect 
time for a long, soothing shower! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The clock was running out. The game had been a wild one so far. Both teams 
were out for blood. This was the kind of Football that the little town of 
Koolington loved. 

Mr. Rick was their hero. Like no other boy in Koolington High, Mr. Rick had 
what it took to play football like the pro's. That was why a thousand voices 
cheered his name. 

"Rick!" 

"Rick! Rick!!!" sounded the applause. 

Yes, his fellow townspeople were confident in him. They were sure that Rick 
was going to cream the other team. Riverwood Tech. was going to get smashed! 

There was only a minute left to go before the gun went off. That was just 
enough time to score if luck was with Mr. Rick. (That was the name by which 
all his friends and admirers called him. His real name was Rick Moonella. 
But Moonella wasn't the kind of thing that people cheered.) 

Rick was the quarterback. Every mean bastard's eye on the Riverwood Team was 
looking at him with enough spite to kill. But Mr. Rick was cool. He knew 
what he was up to, and that self-confidence was what inspired his teammates 
on. He'd break the tie and give his town a victory. He'd show those 
bastards! 

But Time is a hard enemy to play against. There were only seconds left. The 
last play of the game was underway. Rick made to pass, but there was no one 
in the clear. He'd have to make a brave run for it. Like a wild animal Rick 
zig-zagged through the enemy defenses and crashed down that mighty wall. 

Everyone held his breath. 

Touchdown!!! 

The stadium went wild as the gun went off. Rick had scored. The game was 
won. There'd be celebration in Koolington tonight, all right! 

Rick thought about what he'd just done. He sure felt good about it. 

Rick was the achiever. He loved to take the triumphs. To win a football game 
was to him the greatest ecstasy. It did not matter to him whether he was 
using his hands or his head to prove himself. At that he smiled, jogging off 
the field towards the locker-room. Yes, he liked to make accomplishments 
with his cock too. God, but all this violence and applause had turned him 
on. What he needed was some cold beer by the gallon and a gorgeous broad. 
Again, he smiled. The beer would be there for him. Then he frowned. Where 
was the broad? Those beautiful cheerleaders were the biggest cock-teasers in 
the world, he thought to himself with a grin and a gusty laugh. 

Inside the locker-room there was a big vat of Styrofoam, and in it filled to 
the brim was that golden elixir. There must have been thirty gallons of the 
King of Beers in that box. Oh, yes, he'd be doing some heavy, serious 
drinking now! 

His team-mates had already begun partaking in the indulgences. The coach did 
not really mind. Sure, it was against the rules, but he didn't care about 
those fucking rules any more than those kids of his. All he cared about was 
getting a win out of his boys. In that respect he was like Rick. To win was 
everything. Defeat was nothing. 

After some back-patting and hearty words to his team he'd be out of that 
locker-room talking to the Press. That was his thing. He reveled in the 
glory. That was the closest thing to a power-trip that he'd been able to 
attain in life. When these boys gave him that he didn't care how they 
rewarded themselves. He approved. But let them lose a game and he'd show 
them what authority meant! He'd have those beer-guzzling buggers running the 
track-course until their big feet fell off! 

Well, the Coach was at last out, the showers were running, and the beer was 
spilling all over. God, it was great! Even the TV commercials didn't make 
the beer-drinking seem that good. 

Rick just ate up all those praises from his team-mates. Soon, he thought, 
he'd be hearing them from the big leaguers. He felt ready. Highschool games 
were just practice. 

After a while the typical horseplay started. There was a lot of towel- 
slapping and a good deal of roughing up. Nobody really got hurt. It was just 
for the sake of fun. 

Rick laughed aloud, "Boys, how I'd go for some good cunt. You're the best of 
company, I'll drink to that! But there's someone who I'd rather be with now, 
my friends!" 

"I can bet who!" Steven laughed. "I saw you looking at her when you weren't 
throwing the ball! What a beauty!" 

"She's the biggest honey in the School! Sharon is quite a girl!" Edward 
chimed in. "Let's face it, we'd all like to have a shot at her. What man 
wouldn't?" 

Rick bellowed, "The cockteaser! She knows I want her, and keeps flaunting 
her charms off in front of me. She's busting my balls! What do I have to do 
to get my pecker in her skirt, I wonder!" 

"You just have to keep on trying," Steven said with a grin. He chugged down 
his beer. How wonderful it felt running down his parched throat. Beer was 
the life! 

Edward chuckled. "Girls are all the same. They lead the men on by the leash. 
We should develop a union or something. Keep those bitches in line!" 

"What bitches do you mean?" a voice cut in, mockingly. 

Looking around sharply all three boys were surprised to find Sharon standing 
there behind their backs. She was still in her cheerleader's outfit, and 
they were as naked as jaybirds, still undressed after their showers. 

A hush fell over the entire locker-room. The other guys, some only half-clad 
just stood around with open mouths. This was unreal. The wildest, sexiest, 
greatest cheerleader was in their locker-room taking in the sight of their 
jocks and cocks! This was too much!!! 

"Well, isn't one of you going to say something, or the cat's got your 
tongue?" she laughed. 

Rick was the one who spoke up. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in a 
place like this?" 

At what his teammates felt was a witty response there was a big burst of 
laughter. Some of those laughs were nervous. This was an incident without 
precedent. One thing was for sure, and that was that these boys were all 
proud of their bodies. They were not ashamed to have this gorgeous one 
looking them over. 

Sharon chuckled, "The girls and I made a bet on what would happen if one of 
us, namely me, went into your locker-room." 

"And what was the bet?" Rick asked inquisitively. He felt himself rising. 
The beer had loosened him up so that he was feeling slick and smooth. He 
could take whatever this broad could dish out. He'd hold his own, all right. 
But the question was, was she ready for him? Just because she did something 
crazy and foolish did not mean that she wanted to get laid. He and his 
troops had almost gone as far as this at a pajama party with some chicks, 
but it all stopped just short of fucking. He hoped Sharon was in it all the 
way, and had come here for a good balling-out. 

"The bet was that you would give me a good lay. I said you would. The girls 
said that you wouldn't. They said you'd be too scared. Either of getting it 
up or getting caught." 

Rick yelled arrogantly, "Rick's not scared of anything! Just look at me!" He 
was certainly right. A great big throbbing hard-on was pumping between his 
thighs. He was roaring to go! 

Sharon said, "Come here." She smiled. 

The other guys were all eating this up. Their mouths were opened all the 
way, just waiting to catch the flies. This was better than the sex-films 
downtown. 

Steve and Ed were getting especially turned-on. 

Rick approached her and took the sexiest of the cheerleaders, their very own 
Captain, into his arms. He squeezed her tight, almost brutally. 

Sharon sighed. That would be just the first of many moans and groans that 
would turn that locker-room into a hotbed of lewd abandonment. Sharon had 
played her cards right. She knew that she'd be getting a lay in the company 
of those boys. She'd later find that she was going to get far more than 
she'd bargained for. 

Rick was tugging on her blouse, trying to pull it off. He was a bit rough 
and clumsy, but she'd only expected that. In many ways Rick acted like an 
animal. He was a very physical person. Besides that, he was on the verge of 
being drunk. That made him even coarser. Something of the slutty bitch in 
her found this incredibly appealing. Something in her exhibitionistic nature 
turned her on even more when the other boys started to hoot and hollar and 
cheer their star player on. Yes, Rick would do OK off the field. He would 
score again. 

Sharon whined, "Hey, take it easy! You big brute!" She liked to insult some 
men. To mock a big gorilla like Rick so brazenly made her cream. She liked 
her sex real rough sometimes, and what was rougher than screwing this big 
ape in this steaming locker-room? 

Sharon was stripped naked. Steven and Ed had slid in, trying to get in on 
the action. Rick did not mind. It was that open generosity that made him 
such a success with his teammates. They really loved his free-giving 
positiveness. 

Sharon again protested, "Hey, take it easy, boys! You're gonna' bang my tits 
out of shape!" She was not exaggerating either. These half-drunken football 
heroes were handling her like pigskin. They did not know how to be gentle. 

Ed and Steve chuckled. Rick just smiled. They weren't going to waste words 
now. No, all they were going to do was moan and groan and hump and pump the 
life out of this poor girl. She'd get the balling that she was looking for, 
and a hell-of-a-lot more to boot! 

"You guys, I'd like to call the shots, if you don't mind!" Sharon said. 

With that, she slipped from Rick's grasp and avoided Steve and Ed. The other 
guys were taking in the show. A few of them, at first reluctantly, started 
to beat off their own meat. Maybe not every guy in there was going to get to 
ball Sharon, but they'd all at least get their fair share of entertainment. 

Sharon smiled and cooed, "Goood," as the three huskies stood at bay. She 
made eye-contact with Rick. "Rick, I'm going to lie down on the bench over 
there. You're the man who I want to fuck me up my sweet cunt." 

Rick got ever more excited the more he heard and the more he looked. He 
could see that Sharon had taken some speed and was tripping. Otherwise, she 
could not possibly have been talking as she was now. 

Sharon continued, "Steve, I am going to suck off your prick while Rick fucks 
me." 

"Ed." She looked at him. "You, I want to whack off. I want a cock in my 
hand." 

All three football heroes looked at each other grinning and kidding. This 
was marvelous luck! 

"Any objections?" Sharon questioned. 

"None," Rick responded on behalf of his fellow fuckmates. 

"Then let's begin!" Sharon exclaimed. She was really starting to speed now. 
Rick worried about that. He just prayed that she could handle that stuff. 
This was no time to have to call a doctor! 

Sharon sprawled herself out on the hard bench on which a few of the other 
guys had flung their soggy towels. She'd have a hard, wet ride, but that was 
all a girl could expect in a place like this. A football locker-room isn't 
exactly the deluxe suite! 

Ready for some raw sex, Sharon opened wide her cunt. Rick was stooping over 
her and raring to go. His cock was up all the way, its big, bulbous head 
throbbing up and down in the air before the naked girl. He readied himself 
to plunge it in. 

Sharon gave him a helping hand. It was easy. Her nympho cunt was dripping 
with juices. The sight of all those hot and horny dicks beating off around 
her was driving her insane! God, but the whole place reeked of beer! 

Rick moaned as he felt himself slide home. This Sharon was better than he'd 
thought she could be. She felt like Heaven! 

"Steven, sweetheart," the nympho said to the other big jock who was waving 
his dick in front of her face waiting to get laid. "Steve, I want to have 
you up my mouth!" 

Before she took in his prick, though, Sharon gave Ed the eye, "And Ed, I 
want your prick in my hand!" Even in her hot and horny, randy and wild state 
she knew that once Steve's big dick was in her mouth there was no way that 
she was going to do clear talking. That's why she spoke her desires to Ed 
right then. 

Steven came up to the girl's face and shoved his prick towards her lips, 
while her left hand guided its mean length into her mouth. 

Ed received the benefit of Sharon's marvelous right hand, which grasped his 
throbbing erection and started to do wonders with it. She was quite the 
artist, all right! 

Rick, though, seemed to have the advantage. With Sharon today, her pussy was 
where the real action was. She was so randy down there, practically coming 
at every thrust the big husky of a football player made into her orifice. 

"Oh, oh, Rick, you're wonderful!" she wanted to shriek out in ecstasy, but 
she could not, because of Steven's prick. His big member filled up her 
mouth, mumbling her words. She liked that. It excited her some more. 

Ed, though maybe not as lucky as his two friends, could not tell the 
difference. Sharon must have been ambidextrous, because she was giving him 
the greatest hand-job that he'd ever fantasized about. She was whacking the 
hell out of his prick! 

Sharon looked so beautiful lying there, Ed thought. His cock shook with a 
joyful excitement. For of the three perhaps he had the best view of all. 
That gorgeous, horny nympho was fucking all three of them like it was 
nothing! What nerve she had. These were not just any dicks she was laying. 
These were tigers with balls! 

"Oh, Sharon! Sharon!!!" Rick was crying out, tears streaming forth from his 
eyes. The beer was taking its effect on him, making his head swoon with the 
joy of it all. 

Rick liked the way this lovely cat was moving under him, twisting and 
turning like a belly-dancer, and on that hard, narrow bench! She really knew 
her stuff. She was balling him beautifully! To express his gratitude he 
increased the intensity of his cock-strokes. They were faster and stronger 
now, more direct than at the outset. 

In the background the other guys were moaning and groaning as their own 
pricks bounced up and down in their hands. "Hey, Rick!" a few of them cried, 
"leave some of her for us!" They were only kidding, but were very right. 
Even for a nympho like Sharon, a lay from Rick and a suck-off on Steven 
would probably be all that she could take. Her right hand would be tired 
after the tremendous masturbation that she was giving Ed. Ed was a guy with 
a next-to-permarigid condition. She'd have to do a lot more handwork before 
his come spouted. The poor girl! These huskies were going to use her up! 

A few of the guys had creamed already, out of their tremendous excitement. 
They started to gulp down more of the beer to celebrate their speed. By 
degrees, they were growing rowdier and rowdier. The whole locker-room was 
taking on the appearance of a Roman orgy. These guys were starting to grow 
louder and rougher. Chances are, they weren't going to like being refused 
the next time their dicks were up. Sharon might be in for some serious 
trouble if she didn't hurry the hell up and finish sucking off and fucking 
her present companions. The time for a quick retreat was nearing fast. 

But Rick and Steve and Ed were not ready to cream yet. They wanted MORE of 
Sharon. It would still be a while before their balls gave up their come and 
their pricks shot it forth upon the beauty. 

Sharon, though drugged and randy, knew what was going on. She could feel the 
tremendous waves of desire rolling forth from the other men. 

She fell into a cold sweat. If these pricks got much drunker and wilder 
there was going to be a gang-bang and she was going to be the meat! 

Sharon tried harder to please the men she had. Right now she was 
concentrating exclusively on Steven's glorious prick. It was hard and pink, 
and ridged as though with calluses. That turned her on a lot. From those 
hard gym sessions the boy had got calloused prick flesh! This was sex 
raw-style! 

Steven was moaning and groaning, having completely forgotten where he was. 
All he pictured before his mind was Sharon lying there nude with his big hot 
prick in her mouth. Hot and randy, wet and horny! What a girl this was! 
Sharon was taking that prick all the way down her throat. She was getting 
into it as best as she could. She knew that if she performed well she'd have 
this lover creaming in a jiffy. When Rick and Ed came her work would be 
done. Then maybe she'd escape these other cocks that were craving to get 
into her. One woman cannot fuck an army. Sharon trembled with anticipation. 

Steven screamed, "Yes! Fuck! Fuck me girl!!! I want to come in your mouth. 
There's so much cream in my dick!! I want to give it to you, baby!" 

Steven meant what he said. He had large-sized, heavy balls that were loaded 
with male jism. Whenever he came he spouted off in torrents. Many a girl 
found herself drenched in his especially thick come. That cream of his was 
what the girls went after. It was sweet and heavy like pudding. How those 
ladies lapped it up! Sharon was no different. She looked forward to the 
instant that the big man would spout off into her mouth and let her taste he 
wine of his manhood. Could she have been expected to feel any differently? 
What a beautiful boy Steven was! It was certainly a pleasure to suck-off a 
dick like his! Ed was practically off the bench. This girl was driving him 
out of his mind! He was as hard as he'd ever be, as big as he ever could be. 
Sharon's hands were as tempting as any woman's and better than most. 

When she hand-jobbed a cock she made that cock feel good, real good. 

Sharon could feel the heat and throbbing in that big boner grow and grow as 
she sloppily lapped up and down the slippery shaft. 

"Come, baby, come," she murmured as she sucked even harder, wriggling her 
whole body as she enjoyed all the attention she was getting. 

This was great and getting better. The cock in her cunt was raging. Sharon 
knew it was ready to burst, like a rocket-ship exploding. 

Ed and Steve winced with pain as Sharon, forgetting everything now but 
Rick's dick, squeezed poor Ed's prick and bit down too hard with her teeth 
on Steven's cock. This bitch was going wild! 

Rick really was feeling the part of the hustler now! He was balling this 
girl for every cent he was worth. If he could play ball this good he'd be 
superstar of the nation by now. Oh how his manhood throbbed. This girl was 
giving his fantasies a good feeding. She was making him groan with the joys 
that most heroes don't even know. How many quarterbacks get to ball a chick 
like this in front of their teammates? He knew that he was performing well. 
He could feel all the muscles of his body in perfect flex. All these years 
of athletic work-out were reaching their pay-off at this moment. Rick 
started to scream. He started to tug at Sharon's hair. He knew that he was 
going to have a fabulous orgasm soon. 

Yes, his hot jism was starting to rise. He felt it welling up inside his big 
balls and streaming down the length of his shaft. He was creaming!! He was 
creaming into Sharon!!! And the bitch was squealing in pleasure while she 
choked on Steven's cock! Aroused to brutish vigor and violence, Rick shoved 
Steven sprawling away so that he could hear sweet Sharon's moans and groans 
of ecstasy as he creamed and creamed some more, humping and pumping into the 
broad with a great big dick that still had not gone limp! 

"Hey!" Steven screamed out his protest, Ironically, Rick had not pushed the 
boy away a second too soon, because his come started to out involuntarily. 

It spewed all over the locker room. He was coming all over the place! 

"Wow!!!" shrieked Sharon, having forgotten all her fears at the sight and 
feeling of such sex. "You guys are fantastic!!!" 

At those words Ed's dick, which had held out for so long to Sharon's intense 
pounding away now spouted like a geyser. The sight was incredible! Sharon 
just lay there on those wet towels as beer-sogged come splattered her from 
head to toe. Yes, she was nearly drowning in the come of these three dicks! 

Now the girl was speeding like she had never been before. She was hot and 
ready for more action, if even that if meant taking on the whole fucking 
football team! 

"Hey, you pricks!" she yelled out, really stoned out of her mind, "Give me 
all that you've got! I want some more cock!!!" 

She asked for it and that was what she was going to get. 

The host of men made to jump on her, but she stopped them with a loud 
scream, "No! Line up in a row and start to make yourselves big!" 

She intended to march up and down the line inspecting each of the players 
with her talented tongue. She wanted to see which man in this team was the- 
real hero. Rick had proven himself already, but it was only fair to give all 
these bastards a ball for their joy. 

One by one she sucked them off, never to complete orgasm, but just enough to 
get them really big and pounding with desire. They were all yelping and 
hollaring with beer-slurred thrills. This girl was sending them to heaven 
with her golden tongue-teasing cock-sucking. This was how men liked their 
sex. They liked it hot and dirty, and this nympho was giving it just that 
way to them. She had each man by the balls, her lips pressing hard against 
his cockhead, while those luscious lips sucked and blew as best they knew 
how. 

"Oh! I'm coming!" screamed one of the players, who was trembling with joy as 
Sharon gave him an extra-long and lingering blow job. That boy wasn't 
kidding. He was creaming like a flood into that cum and beer-stained girl, 
and Sharon loved it! Bravely, she sucked down all that heavenly cum! It was 
fabulous! 

Up and the line she went again, twice and thrice. Each time her blowing got 
better. By the third time each and every one of those football heroes was 
shooting off in her mouth or creaming all over her sweet face. She was 
giving this team one magnificent reward! 

Rick did not especially like seeing this after his marvelous fuck. It made 
him close to jealous. He did not mind sharing a woman with other men, but he 
did mind being compared with other men as though it were some cheap contest. 
He looked the other way after a long, dizzy gaze on the orgy. God, but that 
sweet bitch Sharon really knew how to make a slut out of herself. She was 
proving to all these guys just what a nympho she really was!!! 

When the whole big gang-fuck was over the players started to fill Sharon up 
with beer. She was boozing it up with the best of them. It was surprising 
that a delicate body like hers could consume so much of that golden brew. 

Before long, though, nature called. The girl was pissing all over. The 
hoarse laughter of the drunken jocks filled the hall. This Sharon was going 
the full circuit of whoredom! She was running the gauntlet of perdition! She 
was such a slut! 

Rick felt for her. He could see that she had had enough of these guys. 
Anymore, and she'd probably end up being sick for a long, long time. They 
had had enough of her too. They were stoned and fucked and tired as all 
Hades. All these jocks wanted to do now was get dressed and get out of 
there! 

Rick helped Sharon get back into her clothes and escorted her out into the 
side of the school. The fresh air did them both a lot of good. Each felt 
dizzy and weary and fucked, but that was only natural. After a few hours the 
effects of the speed and beer would wear away, and Sharon would be feeling 
all right. A little sleepy perhaps, but all right. 

Rick had his arm around her. That sure felt good. This Sharon was the girl 
that he'd been wanting to be near for a long time. But she had always 
remained aloof. 

"Why, Sharon," he asked her as they strolled down the back streets, "did you 
always play so hard-to-catch? I can see that you've wanted- to do things 
like this for a long time? Where were you?" 

Sharon grinned, "Why, with the dicks from the other towns around here, 
mostly. A girl can have quite a ball by balling strangers without losing her 
good reputation. But the school year's ending soon, and I'm about to 
graduate. I decided to let it all hang out. What do I care if every Tom, 
Dick, and Harry around here thinks that I'm a nympho? Besides, I am. I love 
sweet cock!" 

Rick thought the same way when it came to cunt, but he did not like hearing 
a girl talk this way. Yes, it was thrilling to his cock, but he did not like 
the idea of being used by a woman for her own pleasure. That was because he 
thought of himself as being so all-important. 

"I was the only one there who you let fuck you," Rick said with a smile. 
"Does that mean that I am the best?" 

He really wanted an affirmative response. It would bolster his ego. He had 
suffered a lot to see all those pricks shoved down Sharon's throat right 
after he'd finished balling her. It were as though she had played a game 
with them all. 

"You were nice, Rick," Sharon said, smiling coyly. "But I can't say for sure 
if you were the best. After all," she smirked, "I haven't fucked the other 
guys up my cunt yet!" 

This was too much for Rick to hear. "And I hope that you never will!" he 
exclaimed indignantly. After all, no girl should flaunt herself in front of 
her lover like this. It was fucking indecent! 

Sharon laughed. Rick let go of her. Sharon said, "I fuck when and where I 
like. Yes, say it, I am a nympho. And I enjoy it!!! Sweet prick is for me!!! 
The more the better! I'll never get enough cock!" 

Rick had heard enough foulness from this bitch. This nympho had teased him 
enough. 

He was too much the man to take any more of her shit lying down. 

There was a field nearby. He'd teach the slut some manners! 

Sharon knew what he was thinking. She could read it all over his prick of a 
face. 

"You want to rape my ass? Don't you, .Mister Big Guy? Well, what if I told 
you that was what I was hoping for? That's all you're good for, Rick. Em 
buggering a woman's ass!" 

Rick raised his hand to strike this booze-scented slut, but held himself 
back. No, he'd fuck her up the ass like they both wanted him to, and then 
he'd leave her, never to exchange another word with her again. He was the 
hero of the town, and wasn't going to waste his time trying to look good in 
front of a broad who did not have the heart or the brains to appreciate him. 

Before five more minutes had passed Rick's big dick leapt out of its zipper 
and was aiming for nympho Sharon's ass. The other holes of this girl might 
have been battle-weary, but her ass still deserved to be humped before they 
could call it a day. 

Sharon, he forced to her knees, lifting her skirt up without much ado. What 
sexy buns she had! Why didn't he notice this before? Yes, they were the kind 
of buns that he'd gladly butter, at least this one time. 

So into the asshole he forced his cock. 

Sharon oohed and aahed. She was not saying much. She was too tipsy for that. 
Her mind was in a whirl. 

Humping and pumping and pumping and humping and fucking her ass was quite an 
experience, this football hero swore to himself, cursing lewdly at the 
pleasure he was getting from ass fucking this gorgeous slut! 

Sharon was a little off balance, to be sure, but she pumped and ground away 
with her ass like it was a ballet in the red light district. Sharon was 
enjoying this embuggering even more than the fucking and sucking session in 
the locker-room. Was it because she knew that this man really was hating 
her? 

Yes, Rick was being aggressive, even ruthless in the way that he raped that 
willing ass. This was the climax of the day! This was better than the 
football even! 

Like rapids he came, the cum shooting out of his prick like heavy artillery 
fire. 

That was when he knew that he was hooked. Once was not enough when it came 
to ass-fucking this nympho. The idea that he could brutally embugger and 
punish this slut that sucked-off penises by the dozens was the biggest 
turn-on that he ever imagined. He was still spouting cum even after his dick 
was removed from the tight hole. 

Sharon lay there gasping. It was a rough ride for her, the toughest of the 
day. Her buns were aching like burning fire. But it had felt good, in its 
own wonderful, horny, savage way! 

She wanted this guy again in the future, she told herself. She'd need his 
prick up her asshole before another week had passed. Rick would have to be a 
regular. He certainly was a heavy. She smirked, knowing that despite his 
previous desire to be rid of her she had him hooked by the nose. That was 
because Sharon knew just what a powerful, irresistible ass she had. Her 
sucking and her fucking were supremely first-rate, but when it came to her 
bottom she realized that the men turned into barking dogs. 

Against his own will Rick screamed, "I love your ass, Sharon! I love you, 
you dirty nympho! God, but how I need you!" 

Sharon smiled mischievously. She'd have this guy crawling after her whenever 
she lifted her finger. Her ass had done its magic. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"BINGO!!!" 

What a night it was. Everybody was winning. It seemed hard to believe that 
so many prizes were going around. "BINGO!!! BINGO!!!" the cries rang out. 

Uncle John felt disappointed. Everybody. was winning save himself. He had 
not had a single Bingo all night long. That was why he rarely ever came to 
these church functions. They simply were not worth attending. Not when your 
luck was as poor as Uncle John's. 

"John, what's your problem?" a voice asked him with oozes of consideration. 
John looked up. It was his sister's friend, Roxanne. What a friend! He 
wished that he knew her better! And this was his chance. 

"You have such a sour, dour face," she remarked. "You should be having fun, 
Johnny. That's what these Bingo-nights are for. They're meant to put 
everybody in good spirits!" 

Uncle John frowned. "How can I be expected to be in good spirits?" he asked 
her. "I never win at anything. Look at these other people. They are doing 
all right, but not me. I just keep on throwing my money away, just keep on 
losing more and more of it. The only reason that I don't stop is that I keep 
on hoping that I'll get a win so that my night and my dollars won't all have 
been wasted." 

"Wasted it won't be," Roxanne told John in a firm voice. "One hundred per 
cent of the proceeds are going to our priest, Father Loringdale. He'll put 
these charities to good use, I am certain. You should be proud to be a 
part." 

Uncle John was thinking how he'd like to be a part of this woman. She had 
just the sort of equipment that he liked. Furthermore, she bore a vague 
resemblance to his own dearly beloved sister, Heidy. Fucking this Roxanne 
might be the closest thing next to fucking his own sister. He'd certainly 
make the most of such a love-session he teased himself. What a lay this 
Roxanne would be! 

Roxanne smiled, "I've just given my table to Ellen to take care of for a 
while. I want to go in the back and take a breather and drink some ice-cold 
soda. Maybe you'd like to accompany me?" 

Uncle John was quick to say, "Sure would." 

As they walked, for the sake of Smalltalk, as she did not know Uncle John 
all that well, Ellen said jokingly, "The whole point behind charity is for 
there to be more losers than winners in this Bingo. Otherwise, what would 
these affairs be doing for the Church?" 

Uncle John was getting slowly teased to an iron-hard erection by this 
woman's phrasing. 

Yes, he felt his cock growing. The way she spoke of affairs and doing 
suggestively appealed to his imagination. He did not care if he lost at 
Bingo if he won at the game of love. He wanted very much to have this 
Roxanne. What made the appeal so mighty was the thought that perhaps in 
their intimacy she might reveal to him really private facts about his own 
sister that be never knew before. He wanted dearly to get a behind the 
scenes look at this sister of his. Roxanne might just be that key. 

They went into the back room where the soda was kept in a large 
refrigerator. Occasionally this room served as a cafeteria, and so there was 
an abundance of tables and chairs. 

"What would you like, John?" the woman asked him. He was staring at her when 
she was not looking. He liked the sight of her ass bending over. She could 
really get this hard-on of his pulsating! He knew what he wanted. And that 
was sweet Roxanne! 

He carefully thought of this woman that he was so near to that he could 
almost reach out and touch. She was so beautiful. 

She could not have been a day over thirty-five, and looked younger. What 
boobs she was blessed with! They were not at all unlike dear Heidy's. The 
short, almost notorious, skirt that she was wearing showed off her flanks to 
their supreme advantage. Uncle John thought how pleasurable it might be if 
he just whipped out his cock and slid over to this woman when her back was 
turned and when she was bending over and slip and slide his cock right up 
her ass or right down her cunt! She'd certainly get the surprise of her life 
when she felt his throbbing, fucking nine-inch whopper of a dick humping and 
pumping into her cunt! Oh, yes, it would feel so GOOD! 

But Uncle John realized that it was for acts like this that even the best of 
men got locked up. He was not intending to take any such risks as these. 
Sure, he could whisper into her ear, "Hey, doll, you've got such lovely 
boobs," or "Hey, Sugar, what a cute ass you've got!" But that would probably 
only result in a. slap in the face and a quick retreat on the woman's part. 
Poor Uncle John was so sensitive. He could not tolerate such a rejection. 
Especially when it came to a woman that looked so much like his darling 
sister, Heidy, he could never stand being turned down! The hurt would be too 
great! 

But Uncle John had plenty of inspiration to contend with. He saw just what 
this Roxanne had going for her, and he wanted a whole lot of it. He needed 
to fuck her. Yes, Roxanne was so compassionate. Perhaps she would understand 
if he presented his desires to her in an honest, open fashion. 

"What flavor, honey?" Roxanne asked again. 

John could not believe that this angel of a woman could have called him 
"Honey." It was too tempting to be true! Yes, with softly spoken words like 
that he just might be in luck! 

"I'll have a root beer!" Uncle John said with a smirk. He almost said 
"Cherry," but feared that the woman would know what he meant and turn away. 
God, but he was going mad. How he wanted to plunge his big, hot juicy cock 
into her. His prick was getting readier and readier. If she only knew what a 
lay he could give her cunt she'd beg him for it! 

Roxanne handed Uncle John his soda. When she leaned over he fully noticed 
her boobs. But he blinked his eyes, because he knew that what he saw could 
not be true. But it was! She was not wearing a bra! This woman who helped 
the Church on Monday Night Bingo was showing off her tits to him. He 
practically squirted right up out of his pants and into her face, he was so 
turned-on. Could this Roxanne have been in fact the one with the initiative. 
Uncle John wondered about that. Maybe this woman had lured him back here to 
give him a good screw. Such wonders were possible. 

"I always used to drink root beer myself," Roxanne admitted. "But now I 
prefer cherry. I really love a good cherry soda when I can get one," she 
said with a smile. 

This woman was driving him hot and horny, wet and randy up the walls! Uncle 
John did not know if she were speaking literally or if she were testing him 
with a cum-on. 

Uncle John grinned at her. "My real love is for pina coladas. They really 
loosen up a gentleman and make him feel so good. How I'd love to have one 
now!" With that he sipped his root beer soda. 

Roxanne laughed at him. "You know, Johnny, I always used to call them penis 
coladas! I used to get so embarrassed. Now I don't order them anymore. I 
just ask for rum and coke." 

Uncle John sensed this woman's need. She was single, and Heidy had mentioned 
something about her having just recently broken up with her boyfriend. That 
meant that in all probability she was as randy as he was, and looking for 
some hot and heavy fucking and sucking action. 

Uncle John smirked, and said, "That is embarrassing! What if they served 
your drink with a straw!" Yes, he was in top form tonight. As naughty and as 
clever as ever! 

Roxanne brought her seat a little closer to John. He wondered if it was by 
accident or intention that she brushed her leg up against his. 

Roxanne smiled, and said shyly but invitingly, "I wondered what you would 
say, Johnny, if I asked you for a penis when you were ready to pour me a 
drink!" 

Uncle John certainly knew the answer to that one. 

"I'd give you just what you asked for, honey!" Uncle John declared. And he 
meant that. He would fuck the hell out of this woman if she only let him 
know that she wanted it. And maybe she did! 

Roxanne put her leg up over Uncle John's thigh and began to swing it. The 
effect it produced in Uncle John was as immediate as an explosion. His cock 
was trembling like mad! 

Uncle John gently brought down his hand and started to caress Roxanne's 
thigh. He slowly worked his hand up towards the treasure of her crotch. All 
the while he gazed into her eyes, smiling but unspeaking. He was really 
playing the Romantic tonight! 

Roxanne surely liked Uncle John's attentions, because she started to purr 
like a pussy in heat. Her hand reached down and unzipped Uncle John's fly. 
You can guess what popped out. Yes! His bulging, red hot manhood was ready 
to do its thing. His prick was so boiling hot that it practically erupted 
right then and there. But thank-heavens that it didn't, because he was going 
to let this lady have the cock action that she so thirsted for. He was going 
to ball her like no boyfriend of hers ever did. Yes, he would make her feel 
like a woman! And, for his own pleasure, all the while that he fucked her he 
would be thinking of his luscious, darling sister, Heidy, arid would 
consider every cock-thrust that went into Roxanne to be a shot for Heidy! 
He'd have one nice dreamy evening here. Bingo! 

Roxanne's hand cupped the head of Uncle John's cock. "You have a big one," 
she said with a lascivious smile. He could hear her breathing becoming 
faster and deeper. He realized that she was quickly growing hot. As his 
probing fingers hit pay-dirt he felt her cunt explode with cum. She was 
already having an orgasm and he did not even begin his foreplay! Kinky 
darling! Wait till she felt him inside her! Then she would be coming in 
torrents! 

Uncle John's groping left hand reached down her blouse and grabbed both of 
her tits, one rapidly after the other. He started to milk those marvelous 
breasts. This was luscious, lovely playing! 

Uncle John knew that he could not stay in this position forever. He had to 
get down to real business before the night was through. He wanted to get to 
the real fucking part of it. The teasing had been nice, and this petting was 
even better, but he knew that the one place that his bulging meatpole 
belonged was between Roxanne's lovely legs. Roxanne had better be prepared, 
because she was going to get it but good! 

Roxanne must have figured out what Uncle John had in mind, because she 
suggested in her hot, wet-sounding voice, "Johnny, why don't we do it there, 
look, over there, right there in the corner, where we can lie on the 
cushions." 

Uncle John exclaimed, "Excellent idea!" And with that he picked her up and 
took her to her fuck-place. His manhood was standing out now like an arrow. 
God, but if anyone else had walked into that room they would have seen the 
stuff that wet dreams are made of! Uncle John was a big man where it 
counted, and this lady was going to find out just how big. No, it was not 
only his nine firm inches, but it was what he could do with them. He could 
make them act like a steam-engine he was in the mood, and when wasn't he? 

Roxanne was gasping with delight and pleasurable anticipation when she saw 
Uncle John bending over her with hard-on in hand. She could guess where that 
big monster of a dick was going to go, and it was right up her hole!!! 

Uncle John was grinning from ear to ear. He was taking it easy but not as 
slow as he might have done elsewhere. He did not want to get caught in the 
act by some silly old Bingo woman looking for a soda! 

This Roxanne certainly belonged in a quicker crowd. Uncle John wondered what 
on earth could attract a sexy broad like this to a dullsville thing like 
Bingo. 

After all, who could you meet at a Bingo Session? At that Uncle John 
laughed. 

By now his cock's big, bulging round head was pushing firmly against 
Roxanne's cuntlips. The woman was going wild! She was eating this up like 
sweetcakes. She was surely lusting to get balled! 

Uncle John was going to satisfy her. But not with just the cheap thrills of 
a quick and heartless fuck, but with the special attention that only lovers 
give to those who they dearly love. Yes, to him this was not Roxanne the 
stranger, but Heidy, the dear Sister, that was sprawled before him. The cock 
went in! 

"Aah!" Roxanne moaned. She had never before felt such a hunk of manhood 
enter her. No, Sir! Her last boyfriend would have been lucky if he had just 
half the equipment and know-how of Uncle John. Maybe that was why she left 
him. 

Uncle John started to give it to her good. He was really balling up a storm. 
This was a hurricane of lust. And the winds were gusting hard! 

Roxanne started to whine and squirm like she was a snake. Her cunt- juices 
were flowing so readily that Uncle John had to fight just not to fall out. 
Even his big dick was having its share of problems in staying inside that 
love-chamber. With this girl writhing in spasms and making it slippery for 
even the most sure-footed dick, a man could not be too careful. 

Uncle John rose to the occasion, though, and surrey did not fall out of that 
paradise! No way! He was pumping and humping and pumping and humping his 
prick at a mile a minute into that Venus flytrap. Oh, how delicious she 
felt! 

Uncle John rose up onto his fingertips. For a man his age this was no easy 
feat, but he wanted so to do it. He wanted one hundred per cent of his 
weight to be driven through his cock and into this woman's cunt to give her 
the maximum sensation that a woman can know. 

Roxanne's eyes were Wide-open in awe and admiration for this man. This Uncle 
John was not the retiring middle aged gentleman that he outwardly appeared, 
oh, no! He was a lover par excellent! 

Uncle John, feeling the woman's orgasm coming on, swiftly retracted his 
penis. 

She screamed in delight as her love-juices erupted. Uncle John hoped that 
no-one else heard. 

"Oh, honey, oh, honey," Roxanne said, running her fingers through Uncle 
John's hair, "that was great!!!" 

Uncle John confidently smirked, "Of course it was. That's why I'm here, 
baby!" 

"But why did you retract your dong before I came? It would have felt all 
that much better if you'd kept it in for me, sweetheart!" 

Uncle John frowned, "Maybe so, darling, but I'm a man with limitations! If 
I'd stayed in you a second longer I would have come, and I'm not ready to 
come yet. No, Ma'am! Not until I have some more of your sweet body!" 

This was the compliment that the woman sought. Now she could fuck her 
partner in a fully liberated way without the slightest fear of rejection. 
Uncle John had earned her trust! 

"What would you like me to do?" Roxanne asked John. "I'll do anything you 
want, sweetheart." 

Uncle John believed her. Fucked women were happy to please their men like 
they were kings! 

"Well, out of gratitude you might suck me!" Uncle John hinted. "But only if 
you really want to." 

"Yes, yes, I do!" Roxanne exclaimed with open honesty. She really wanted to 
suck this man off. He had earned the pleasure. She wanted to taste his 
meatpole in her mouth. 

The funny thing was that she was having her very own private fantasy at 
Uncle John's expense. Though John was not even a decade older than Roxanne, 
by the way he carried himself, he made her think of her dear father. 

Roxanne was always turned on by older men. Balling John was like being 
fucked by her Daddy. She had never made it with her own father, but had one 
night almost tried. Backing out at the very last moment, she had never 
attempted it again. The frustration had been terrible! 

But now here was Uncle John like the knight in shining armor thrusting out 
his lance for her pleasure! Uncle John would give her what she wanted. 

Uncle John made to shove his penis into the woman's mouth. But there had 
been no need to be so abrupt. The woman was completely ready to take it in 
of her own accord. She would gladly ball the hell out of this darling prick! 
He would get the suck-off of his life! Already her lips were around his 
cock's hot, giant head. Oh, how wonderful it felt. Yes, it could have been 
her dear old Daddy's! 

John started to moan and shake. This cock-sucking action of Roxanne's was 
first class. More than anything else, it felt sweet. She was such a darling. 
It was like making love with a thrity-five year-old little girl! And that 
was as marvelous a God-send as Uncle John could have ever hoped for! 

Yes, he started to really hump and pump his meatpole up that gorgeous mouth. 
Oh, but how Roxanne's mouth felt just like a cunt, only far, far better. 
This Roxanne was the Mistress of Fellatio! Maybe she was even no imagining 
that it was her dead Daddy's sweet lollipop that she was sucking in. Oh, how 
she gulped! This was so nice!!! 

Uncle John reached down and cupped each one of the woman's breasts. He 
really started to squeeze tight, but stopped just short of the point of 
making her wince. Roxanne did not look like the kind of woman that wanted 
pain. She was the kind of girl who dug fun, and that was what he was going 
to give her. All the fun that a great big penis had to offer! 

Roxanne was enjoying herself utterly. She was shaking her head back and 
forth, twisting it around in all sorts of bizarre convolutions until Uncle 
John feared that his penis was going to fall right off. But there was no 
hurt. This Roxanne, however hard she sucked, never gave pain to his prick or 
his balls. She was too much the angel!!! 

Uncle John did not fail to appreciate the special sucking that Roxanne 
started to shower his balls with now. She was rolling his testicles around 
one by one in her mouth. He wondered if she might try to swallow them both 
down at once, but decided that was pushing it too far! 

Roxanne looked up from his cock and balls, bulging to huge proportions, and 
smiled. "Hey, honey, you have the nicest tool I've ever seen! How long can 
you keep this rod up before she spouts?" 

Uncle John laughed. "As long as you want me to," he grinned. 

Roxanne thoughtfully responded, "I want you to come between my breasts. I 
want you to hump and pump me between my boobs!" 

Oh, God, Uncle John said to himself. He could not believe that she was 
asking for this. This was just the sort of thing that he considered his 
particular specialty. But he had feared to ask for this kind of sex, 
thinking that Roxanne might think him weird. But here she was, this luscious 
vixen, asking for it right between the boobs, and he sure as hell was 
willing to supply her. He whipped his cock away from her face, tossed her 
gently onto her back, and leaned his whole body and heavy-hung manhood right 
over her breasts. 

Those boobies were going to get creamed. She'd look like an upside down cow 
with spilled milk all over her in a minute or two. Uncle John felt his cum 
rising, indeed. There was no holding it back for long. He was feeling his 
erection starting to go haywire. No, he'd resist her charms for another 
minute and then the climax would be upon him. His cream would shoot all over 
this gal's heavenly knockers! 

Uncle John started to pump his cock away. Roxanne was really grooving it! 
This was what she had secretly always wanted most, to have her own Daddy 
cream her breasts! 

No this John was supplying fuel for her fantasy. He was going to satiate 
her. She knew that the moment that he came she would be coming too. Her own 
cunt was inflamed to insane degrees. She was mad with lust! What a fuck this 
John was giving her!!! 

Uncle John felt his cum rising up his hot, hard, big penis. It finally, 
reached the very head of his cock. Then, with a thunderous boom in his ears 
he felt the eruption blast away out of the tip of his mushroom. He was 
flipping out!! Wave after wave of thick hot cum were pouring out onto 
beautiful Roxanne. She was in spasms! 

But there was no time for respite. This Roxanne had a schedule to make. 
There were only five minutes left to her before Ellen would start to look 
for her or start cursing her. Five minutes would be all these two lovers 
would have to get another fuck in. 

Roxanne suggested, "Why don't we do it poodle-style, Johnny? Would you like 
that?" 

Uncle John did not have- to ask himself. He knew that he certainly would. 
But he would only fuck her up the cunt, he decided. Why use her up in one 
night. With an ass-hole and a world of experience left to go, they would 
have to get together again. 

Uncle John said, "Yes, turn over, my dear. I shall fuck you doggie-style up 
your cunt. We'll save your ass for another time." 

They went at it with increased vigor. They were out to cream each other. 
Uncle John knew that he'd not get any sleep unless he came a second time 
over this wonderful lady. Once was not enough when the fucking was this 
good! 

Uncle John thrusted with powerful and tender strokes of his penis. It had 
already grown to its previous size. When Uncle John was this fucking horny 
it did not take long at all to get him hard again. No, Sir!!! 

Roxanne was moaning and groaning like she had not done all evening. It was 
as if she had only warmed up to full capacity. 

"Shhh!!!" Uncle John pleaded with her, fearing the inevitable outcome of 
such noise. He loved daring cherished mores, but he certainly did not want 
to get involved in a scandal! 

Roxanne had to use all her powers of will to keep from crying out with joy. 

She had never thought that a man could be both so firm and so tender. 

Uncle John was surprising himself as well. He did not think himself capable 
of both treating a woman with such kindness, gentleness, and respect, and 
still maintaining a big hard-on. But this was better than he had ever known 
it! 

Maybe it was because he was letting his fantasy reign supreme! Yes, to him 
this Roxanne was becoming more and more the Heidy Sister-Figure. So that was 
all that he wanted and needed all these years. With a sister to fuck he 
would have had the ideal sex-life, would have loved the world immeasurably 
more, in short, would have been a far better and happier person. But for all 
these torturous years he had been denied that one paramount, quintessential 
joy. And how he had suffered for it! 

Crying like a baby he came into Roxanne's cunt. She came at the same moment 
that he ejaculated. She was moaning and groaning as he pumped out those last 
few drops of heavenly cum into her orifice. But Uncle John was not careful 
enough, and those last drops trickled over her asshole as she still quivered 
inside. The stimulation was too great. She knew that she had to have him up 
the ass, whether he wanted to give it to her or not. She needed such 
punishment! 

Uncle John was afraid that she was going to ask for it, and she did! 

"Johnny, oh, Johnny," the beautiful Roxanne begged. "I know that you don't 
want to do it, but I really need you inside my ass. Would you give me an ass 
fuck?? Please. Please!! Please!!!" 

Uncle John did not know what to say or do. Yes, he wanted to please this 
gorgeous woman, but he did not want to be untrue to himself. His own cock 
was already aching, and could not fuck all through the night whether he 
wanted to or not. He might be able to get it up again, but it would take an 
awful great stimulation. 

Roxanne seemed to understand that, and pouting like a schoolgirl, began to 
suck on her own thumb. She seemed to read Uncle John's secret desire. 

Uncle John liked little girls! It must have been something that he had said 
or done that had given him away. Maybe he'd not been careful enough. Or 
perhaps it had been simply because he chose to fuck Roxanne that Roxanne 
knew that he liked the little ones. In any case, it was decidedly to Uncle 
John's advantage because he was growing bigger by the second! Yes, he sure 
was getting a King-Size Whopper down there. 

"All right!" he said, smiling, "you can have your way. Only treat my prick 
gently, because it's already had a very hard work-out!" 

Roxanne was so understanding. She moaned, of course, when that nine-inches 
penetrated her buns, and even shed a few tears, but once that painful 
preliminary was over she began to treat her lover really nice. 

And Uncle John responded to her affections with an even better dick-control! 
This final hump of the evening was the best one of all! And it was improving 
upon every thrust!!! 

Roxanne had such a lovely, cute, sweet, round ass. It was the perfect 
cushion for a thrusting cock and balls. That soft, delicious flesh padded 
the ramming cock and made it feel just right! 

Uncle John was the one who was groaning loudly now. He just could not stop 
himself. This Roxanne was balling the cum out of him in the nicest way! God, 
but now he was envisioning her as his darling niece, Sharon! Yes, she was 
serving the dual-role this evening as Sister-Lover and Little Girl-Lover. He 
was just rolling all over her with his tremendous delight. That penis of his 
had never had such a good time! And his mind had never before known such 
mental stimulation! Roxanne was such an adorable girl. 

Uncle John started to do circles over his partner's buggerhole, bringing the 
most stimulation to both his prick and her buns. The girl began to wince 
with mild pain at this whirling of the big prick, but it sure was stirring 
something nice up inside her ass. Inexorably, she liked it! 

Uncle John wanted all he could get in this one big crescendo of the 
evening's delights, and was prepared to earn it with this mean dick and hot 
and horny body! 

Roxanne was spouting in spasms new. Her body was filled with the electric 
sensations and dripping with delight. She knew that her own fantastic orgasm 
was not far-off from now. In a matter of minutes she'd be creaming all over. 
Her body was tingling like fire. She could not stand such treatment for long 
without coming and coming and coming. 

Moaning and groaning as her man's big cock pumped away into her, she was 
undergoing to most delightful series of orgasms that any woman ever knew. 
But it was that big, final climax that she was determinedly aiming for. 
Right now she was just sailing between the peaks. But Mount Everest was just 
around the corner. Uncle John would give her that much-needed boost to the 
summit. 

The man's prick was doing everything in its power to keep this woman 
ascending! He was throwing himself into it with an energetic drive that 
surprised him! He just did not think he had such a reserve of cum and 
hotness in him to keep him at it with such strength and majesty! 

Roxanne licked her lips with her quickly flashing tongue. Her nipples were 
beginning to stand-up erect under the dome of drying cum that Uncle John had 
covered them with before in their earlier escapade. The sight of those big 
swollen sharp tits made him grow harder and harder and pump faster and 
faster. This was how he wanted it!!! 

Yes, his balls once again were agitated to the degree of coming hard. The 
dick began to stiffen. A magnificent cream-off was in the process! No longer 
minutes, but mere seconds kept these two lovers away from their ultimate 
coming-together. Their love organs were flipping out! 

Uncle John shot off his great wad into Roxanne's asshole. Oh, how she 
groaned with delight as that cum flowed up her bunshole! 

Uncle John moaned quite a bit himself as his own fantasies were realized 
through the gushing of his cum into this beauty's ass. 

Yes, he'd been as brave as this girl's expectations and had satisfied them 
both. This had been a night to remember. No longer would he think of Church 
Bingo Nights as being boring! 

Uncle John looked at Roxanne and asked her, "What did you think of it, my 
darling?" 

She looked at him with loving eyes, and was probably about to say a very 
warm and tender remark when she remembered the time, grabbed her watch, and 
turned pale. 

Throwing on her clothes and flinging herself out the door, she cried, 
"Bingo!!!" 

Uncle John echoed her cry, moaning lowly to himself, "Bingo." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN, 

It was a Wednesday night. Uncle John was watching television. Then, 
suddenly, without warning, the screen flared up and went black. 

"Damn it!" Uncle John cursed. He had really been having a fantastic time. A 
situation comedy had been playing involving a young man and a young woman 
and their love in New York City's subways. It was such a ludicrous script 
that John thought it was the perfect social farce! 

But now it was over. The boob tube had gone dead. 

Uncle John could have done any one of a number of things. For a moment he 
actually considered going out to the movies, but upon scanning the papers he 
found nothing at all to catch his attention. 

He then decided that he'd just stay at home, pick up a good book, and read 
himself to sleep. But that did not work either. The new best-seller that 
he'd bought about infidelity in American couples was really a klinker. He 
was in no mood for any of that stuff! 

Uncle John finally made up his mind! He was going to pay another visit next 
door and see how his beloved family was doing. 

He knocked on the door. After a moment, the knock was answered by Sharon. 
She opened wide the door with another one of her cute smiles and let her 
Uncle in. 

"How is my little darling doing?" Uncle John asked his niece, petting her 
affectionately on the head. Sharon smiled at him and replied, "Fine. Uncle. 
I'm so glad that you came over. I was afraid, that I was going to have to be 
alone all night!" 

Uncle John barely heard her at first. As he'd stroked the top of her silken 
hair he'd thought of what else on her that he'd love to be stroking. This 
girl was getting more beautiful every day. How it grieved him that her 
beauty was going to waste. He actually thought that Sharon was still a 
virgin! If Uncle John only knew he would have hit the ceiling! 

Sharon led him into the recreation room, which was downstairs. There was 
where she usually hung out. It was much less formal than the living room and 
a great deal more comfortable. There were all sorts of games down there, a 
small snack refrigerator, and plenty of pillows and cushions for crashing. 

"So, why is my little Sharon alone tonight?" Uncle John asked. He had not 
expected to find himself alone with his niece this way. 

Sharon told him with her sweet-sounding voice, "Mother has driven Dad to the 
airport. She intends to visit her friend, Roxanne, afterwards. So she won't 
be home for awhile. 

The two of them like to play poker together. Have you ever met Roxanne?" 

Uncle John winced at that one. He wondered just how discreet these women 
were amongst one another. He could not help but feel a little nervous that 
Roxanne had blabbed all to her friend. If Heidy knew how he'd fucked that 
woman just the other night he'd never be able to look her in the eye the 
same way ever again! But how he had balled that lady! 

Worse, if Sharon had overheard the talk of his sexual exploits, she might 
think far less of him. She was just too young to understand what a man like 
him needed. He feared that her adolescent mind would think him dirty for it. 

But maybe the word was still unspoken. Women did not give out all their 
secrets. After all, how many women were so quick to preserve their own 
honor! He smirked at that one, knowing that the most frigid-seeming women in 
public were often the best lays in bed. Once they crossed that certain 
border-line they just lost control in their lustful frenzy! 

But Sharon seemed to be acting just as normally towards him as she'd always 
done. Uncle John merely smiled in reply to her question and admitted that 
he'd encountered her on a few occasions. The truth was better hidden. 

Sharon insisted on seating Uncle John and making him as comfortable as a 
Prince. Loving to be showered with such regal treatment Uncle John accepted 
the girl's attentions gracefully. He liked this. Because of a faulty TV tube 
he was getting some really close personal contact with his darling young 
niece! 

Sharon did not stop with the cushions, blanket, and pillows either. She 
absolutely insisted that Uncle John take his shoes off and stretch out. She 
said that they must share some wine together. There was the perfect red 
vintage in the house. 

Uncle John was having a grand evening. Being wined and petted was his idea 
of a marvelous time. Especially when the wining and petting was coming from 
pretty Sharon! 

"Yes, I know that it's going to be a wonderful night," Sharon smirked. 

Uncle John was surprised at the suggestiveness of her smile. Had he not 
known better, he would have thought that the smile of a strumpet on the 
move. But Sharon was no strumpet. She was his innocent niece! 

She popped the cork. That was enough to make Uncle John think of his prick. 
He had planned not to think of sex tonight. He did not want to spoil a 
perfectly lovely evening by craving after something that he could not have! 
If Uncle John only knew what a little nympho bitch his niece was, if he but 
guessed a mere fraction of the shameless acts she'd performed in the past 
few weeks, he would have been stripping out of his pants right this instant. 
But he respected her still for the virgin that she was not, and because of 
this incorrect image he did not act on his passions. 

Sharon poured the wine into two clear crystal goblets. The scent of that 
aromatic vintage held under Uncle John's nose made him feel like a million 
dollars. Yes, thought by day he was just the elevator operator, by night he 
became the connoisseur! He may have not known the dates and the places of 
origin of the choice vintages, but he certainly knew a good wine when he 
tasted it! Yes, Uncle John was a lover of the joy of life. 

"What a fine tasting wine this is!" he complimented Sharon. "You sure do 
know how to treat your Uncle! Heidy herself never treated me so good!" 

Sharon blushed. We like to treat you proper," she said to her Uncle. "You're 
the nicest man we know." 

At that Uncle John wondered whether that was inclusive or exclusive of her 
father, Marc. 

No, Uncle John grimaced, Marc did not take care of these two beauties like 
he should have. Any proper father would not be flying away and leaving them 
alone. Uncle John knew that if he were the man of this house he'd be here 
close to twenty-four hours a day, and he'd make damn well sure that Heidy 
and Sharon were with him! 

But Marc was a man of the world. He knew less of beauty and less of love 
than Uncle John. John may have been a simple man, but he knew how to treat 
women right. 

Uncle John, getting really mellowed by the wine, smiled and said, "Come 
here, Sharon. Sit on your Uncle John's lap. I want to tell you some 
stories!" 

John could not believe how great a night this was becoming. It had been long 
ages since he'd practiced his story-telling arts, but here he was with the 
one woman on earth next to his sister who he loved best. And now he was 
going to entertain her with a tale. 

Sharon obeyed gleefully, prancing across the room like a little school girl. 
John was a little unnerved at that. This was exactly what he wanted to see, 
and here she was doing it! Sharon never acted quite this way before. It was 
not merely the wine clouding his sense of reality, for he had not yet 
consumed that much. The only other explanation was that Roxanne had talked! 

If Sharon had learned of but a little about what went on that night in the 
Church Bingo she would be seeing her Uncle with fresh, new eyes. 

The thought thrilled him, and scared him just as much. 

Sharon sat on her Uncle's knee, looking into his broad face and grinning. He 
could not help but wonder what she might even now be expecting of him. This 
poor girl without amorous experience was going to have a hard time if that 
were the case! However much Uncle John wanted her, he knew that he could not 
take advantage of such an angel. Though he found it hard to accept the idea, 
this one was for marrying! 

Sharon asked him, "What story do you want to tell, Uncle John?" 

John replied that she was about to hear the epic of how he saved himself and 
half a dozen truck drivers from falling to death when the elevator cable 
threatened to snap. Poor Uncle John, however great his enthusiasm, knew very 
little about the storytelling art. He'd already given away the ending, and 
had uttered a mere twenty words! 

But Sharon was courteous enough not to insult her narrator. She just made up 
her mind to sit there and listen. She liked making Uncle John happy. He was 
such a sweetie pie! 

As Uncle John began, "One day in the elevator, me and these guys ..." Sharon 
cuddled up nearer to him. He could see that she was just being friendly, but 
had another woman done what she was doing now he certainly would have made a 
grab for her! 

But Sharon was uninitiated into the arts of love, he believed. Anything she 
did, however suggestive, was but an outward sign of affection. Besides, 
teenagers were naturally the biggest cock-teasers! It was only normal for a 
young lady to try to get a rising pulse in the male sex. The hormones were 
responsible for that, but that fact alone did not make Sharon any less 
respectable. Uncle John cherished her like the Mother of God herself. 

But even with all this moral fortification behind him, and even with the 
powers of logic at his disposal, Uncle John still felt more than a bit 
excited by Sharon's proximity to his erect organ. 

He cursed inside his head that she was his niece. Were she just a girl who 
he did not know he'd already have her sprawled out spread-eagled on the 
carpet ready to fuck. But because she was his darling niece he just sat 
there with her and behaved himself. Yet deep inside he wondered how his 
Sharon would respond to the sight of his pulsating prick. Would she scream 
in horror and embarrassment at the sight of it, or would she fondle it like 
a toy or a cuddly puppy-dog? 

 Sharon interrupted him just as he was getting into the flow of his story. 

"Uncle John, may I ask you something really personal?" 

Uncle John could not help but wonder what it was that she might be referring 
to. If it were advice about a flame at school, or facts about love and life, 
he certainly did not want to be the patsy to give it to her. For however 
much he cared for her as a person, he worshipped her cunt. The only man who 
deserved to fuck her, he felt, was himself. Of course, he knew that this was 
impossible, but he could not bring these inner turmoil's, these savage 
contradictions, to terms. All he knew was that darling Sharon made him 
randier than randy! 

"But, of course," he said to her. "Go right ahead, Sharon." He did not have 
the heart to tell her that he did not care or that he preferred not to hear 
it. 

"Uncle John, I did something very, very naughty the other day. I don't know 
how wrong a thing it was. Maybe you can tell me what I should do about it." 

Uncle John was feeling the first signs of an oncoming hardon. The very idea 
that this sweet angel could do something that she herself felt was bad was 
the biggest turn-on that he ever expected. "Go on, dear," he bade her in a 
low, masterful voice. "Tell me." 

"But you must promise not to tell anyone, Uncle. Especially not my Mother 
and my Father. They must never know. They would beat me!" 

At first the thought of them beating sweet Sharon filled John with wroth. 
But upon second thought he found it terribly, sinfully exciting. Yes, if he 
ever caught Heidy and Marc strapping this cute bundle of flesh he'd partake 
in the proceedings with full relish! It would serve to keep this angel up 
there in heaven, away from the sins of the flesh. Yes, he'd spank her bottom 
good, taking turns with Heidy and with Marc. Maybe he'd even forbid Marc 
from touching her. As her Uncle who loved her so, only he had the right to 
inflict punishment upon her body, he felt strongly deep down inside. But he 
knew that the world was not made that way, and he sighed with 
disappointment. 

"No-one shall hear of it, Sharon," Uncle-John promised his niece. He meant 
that. He liked the idea of being her confidant. He was not going to violate 
her trust, ever. 

Sharon began her confession of what happened in the aftermath of the 
football game. At the completion of every sentence Uncle John's pecker rose 
an inch. Before long a great big hard-on Was pounding inside his pants! 

Sharon was merciless. She went into every sordid detail, oftentimes 
repeating the juicier parts as if she knew ... Perhaps she was doing this to 
hurt him, as if it were a protest against his ways and his beliefs. Maybe 
she was indeed a child of the generation gap. 

If only she knew how much Uncle John appreciated the kind of things that she 
was describing then maybe she would not feel the hostility inside her that 
she was now experiencing, Uncle John deduced. For he could not believe that 
she was telling him this story without a motive, and he was certain that 
this was not a try at picking him up. With those fucking broncos hanging out 
in the locker room at her disposal what need did she have of an older man. 
For all the prowess of his prick, Uncle John doubted that he could perform 
like those muscle-bound athletes. He did not know then and there that his 
cock was a match for any three of them. Sharon did not know that for sure, 
either. But that was what she was trying to find out ... 

"Sharon, my dear," Uncle John finally said when the girl had told her tale, 
"there is little that your Uncle can tell you. I suppose that you are old 
enough now to make your own moral decisions. At best, I can only guide you." 

That was it! Uncle John screamed inside for joy. He had found the answer. 
All these long years of watching Sharon grow up were inevitably leading to 
this moment! Now that she was old enough to know what she was doing, it was 
his solemn duty to guide her! He would guide her right under his bulging 
red-hot cock! 

How funny it is that men must rationalize so. But to Uncle John that 
validity, that brilliant righteousness, that he now clearly observed was a 
life-saver to him. To think that he could fuck this darling one and not feel 
any guilt about it was the dream he'd always waited to come true. 

Sharon was looking and waiting expectantly, while her pinkish-white skin 
blushed. Uncle John knew that she was hoping for a significant answer, and 
more than anything else in the world he did not want to disappoint her. 

"Sharon," Uncle John continued. "You are a beautiful young woman. There are 
many men in the world who would stop at nothing to get inside your lovely 
treasure. You have to beware of such men. They will take advantage of you, 
and they will hurt you." 

At the word 'hurt' Uncle John's cock started to throb. The truth was, he 
very much wanted to hurt this little bitch, for her own good. It would not 
do for her to get into trouble, and she was bound on a collision course with 
disaster by pursuing the path that she was taking. A spanking was very much 
in order, but he did not feel that he had the authority Pangs of 
Love-Hate-Love overwhelmed him. He just could not deal with Sharon's making 
a slut out of herself like that. It violated all precedent! 

"But equally," Uncle John said with a smile, "you must not turn your back on 
those men who sincerely feel affection for you." 

"How am I to know the difference?" Sharon asked her Uncle. 

Uncle John surely knew what to say, this time, "Sharon, I love you so! I 
have loved you for so many long years, Sharon!" Uncle John knew that he was 
over-extending himself, but he did not care. He had been provoked beyond the 
boundaries of reason. Now was the time to let the truth be spoken. Sharon 
must know just how her warm old Uncle felt about her! 

Sharon turned red in the face, bowed her head, and smiled mischievously. 

"Uncle," she said, "would you think me a nympho if I told you that I wanted 
you now? I want to make love with you, John." 

Uncle John paled. This sure as Hell was what he wanted, but the chances were 
stacked in the Devil's favor. If Heidy ever got a scent of this he'd be 
spending his life behind bars or would be laid in the grave! 

"Sharon," he said, and he said no more. 

Instinctively, both of them leaned nearer to each other and kissed upon the 
mouth. They were Consumed with a passion that was infernal. It was a passion 
that was forbidden" and sweet! 


End
