Auntie's Sweet Lust
by Ted Hoffman 


Archive Note: Although the 'Contents' page of this pocketbook showed one 
additional chapter entitled 'Don't Tell Your Uncle,' plus a 'Conclusion' and 
Bibliography, none of those three were actually included in the pocketbook. 
The actual pocketbook ended with 'LOVE THAT NEPHEW!' and then several pages 
of advertisements for other Pub Cons pocketbooks. 


TABLE OF CONTENTS: 
INTRODUCTION 
BEDTIME WITH AUNTIE 
LET YOUR AUNT SHOW YOU HOW 
MY AUNT THE SWINGER 
LOVE THAT NEPHEW! 
DON'T TELL YOUR UNCLE 
CONCLUSION 
BIBLIOGRAPHY 


INTRODUCTION 

"Mother had gone to work, leaving me alone with Aunt Deborah. I knew we 
might go to a movie or something, but that would be later. I was still in my 
robe, and my aunt was in hers, too. She poured me some more coffee, saying 
it was too miserable to go out, so why didn't we settle down in the living 
room and watch TV? This sounded fine with me. Chicago winters are bad, 
anyway you look at them, so I got a blanket from my room, and we both sat on 
the couch and pulled the blanket over our legs. I had my eyes on the set, 
watching an early morning movie, when I felt her hand move under the blanket 
and touch my leg. I moved away, but her hand followed me. She smiled. 

"Don't be afraid," she said softly. "You know, you're almost a man now, 
Jamie. Have you ever gone with a girl?" 

"I started getting real hot and bothered. I mean, I'd turned seventeen that 
week, and I knew what sex was all about, but to have my aunt put her hand on 
my leg made me feel uncomfortable. 

"The last time I'd seen her, I was only twelve, and she had remained in my 
mind as a lovely woman. Now, being older, and knowing what she was getting 
at, I didn't feel it was right. I told her, sure I'd gone with a girl, so 
she put her hand right on my prick and felt it. 

"My, you do have a big one," she said. "Why don't you let me have a look?" 

"I knew right then I should have got up off that couch and headed for my 
room, but her fingers had started their work, and I felt a hard-on starting. 
My heart was pounding like something crazy so I just stared at her, now 
knowing what the hell to say. Only two nights before, I had been with my 
girl, and she had spread her legs for me and I had climbed on-without any 
problems. Now it was my aunt, and I just couldn't see myself screwing her. I 
knew she was groovy looking, and all that, but I didn't feel I could look 
her in the face if I did, or my mother, or myself. Yet I stayed there, 
letting her hand squeeze my cock until it was so hard I thought it would 
burst. 

"She pulled my robe open, and I felt her flesh on mine, her hands tickling 
my pubic hair, feeling my balls, then taking my skin and working it up and 
down my shaft. She didn't try to kiss me then; she just sat there, a smile 
on her face, while she played with me. 

"Don't look so shocked," she said. "There's nothing wrong with us having a 
little fun together.' 

"She opened my robe and let my penis stand up and jerk free. Throbbing in 
front of me, its red head glistened in the light. Her eyes widened, and she 
laughed. 

"My, I haven't seen one that nice in years," she said. 

"Before I could stop her, her head went down, and I felt her lips close 
around my cock. I was really trembling by this time. She put her hands on my 
stomach, and started caressing me. My robe was open all the way, and I 
didn't have any pajamas on. I was naked in front of her. 

"Her robe fell open, and I saw her two breasts hanging down. I expected them 
to be big and floppy, like my mother's, but they were firm and smooth. Her 
body didn't look that much different from my girl's, except her hips seemed 
wider, and she had a big snatch, with lots of hair around it. She didn't try 
to make me do anything. She just lay there, sucking on me, so I figured if 
that's what she wants, let her have it, every inch of it. She sure was 
enjoying it, and I could tell she knew what she was doing. 

"My girl tried to suck me off once, but she gagged, and the whole thing was 
a miserable failure. Aunt Deborah was great. She took my cock all the way up 
to the hilt, and I felt the end of it hitting the back of her throat. Then 
her tongue went wild, rolling around the head, finding the slit, working it 
until I felt my ass was ready to explode. 

"I scooted down a little on the couch so I could move my hips, and I started 
pushing it in and out of her mouth. She made little grunts of approval, and 
I could tell she was loving it. I put my hands on her shoulders and played 
with her neck and her hair, and this seemed to excite her even more. She 
made little sounds, and her body started twisting, like she was rubbing her 
thighs together to give her cunt some sensation. I noticed that her mound 
was beginning to glisten, like there was something oozing out of it, and I 
could smell that musky odor. 

"I really got with it, then. I forgot all my reticence and inhibition. All I 
knew was the exquisite feeling of her mouth around my organ, contracting, 
sliding up and down, her tongue playing with my foreskin, her teeth pulling 
it down and up, then pushing it down all the way, letting the head get the 
full benefit of the friction from her lips and mouth. Wow! I had never 
experienced anything like it before, even when screwing my girl. 

"I had read about older women being the best lays, and Aunt Deborah 
certainly convinced me that day. She knew how to make a guy feel good in 
spades. 

"I reached down under her shoulders and felt her tits. They were soft, but 
the nipples were as hard as rock candy, and I squeezed them. She quivered 
and I knew she liked that, so I went on playing with her boobs, putting my 
fingers all around them, grabbing them like a baseball, touching them, 
caressing the nipples gently, then tweaking them, before moving my hands 
below her breasts and stroking the smooth area just underneath. This seemed 
to make her go at my cock even stronger than before. 

"She moved her hands down around my balls, and began playing with them, 
running her fingernails through my pubic hair and sending more chills down 
my spine. Her one finger started probing between my buttocks, and soon I 
felt it reach my anus and gently push its way inside. That's when I thought 
I was going through the roof. I'd never had anything up my ass before, 
though I'd heard other guys talk about how good it felt. Her finger went 
inside, and I felt it moving around, touching and massaging me, while her 
mouth sucked me quicker and quicker. 

"I could feel a pressure building up, and I knew it wouldn't be long before 
I popped my nuts. It felt so good I wanted it to last, but it was too late 
for that. Her finger and her mouth did the trick, and I felt that slow surge 
from deep inside building up. My cock seemed to swell in her mouth, get even 
harder. Then I felt something start coming from way down deep, up through 
the length of my cock, and then shoot ... shoot ... on and on, into her 
mouth. 

"I heard her gag for a second, and then gulp. 

She took it all, mouthful after mouthful, as I ejaculated, while my whole 
body shook with ecstasy. 

"She lay there, still with my prick in her mouth, after I'd finished coming, 
and I could feel her tongue pressing along the tube underneath, drawing 
every last drop of my seed into her, sucking me dry. I put my hands on her 
head, and stroked her hair. It was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever 
known, and she looked so lovely I wanted to kiss her right then, but I let 
her stay where she was. It felt too good, her holding my cock in her lips, 
even as it started going soft again. I stroked her hair for a long time 
before she finally raised up and gazed into my eyes. 

"What do you think of your old aunt now?" she said, her voice light and 
joking, but I could tell she really wanted to know. I bent forward and 
kissed her quickly on the lips. 

"I think you're beautiful," I told her, and I meant it. 

"You're the beautiful one," she replied. "We're going to have to do this 
again, before I take off.' I knew then the rest of her stay was going to be 
an exciting time for me." 

The changing climate of today's morals seems, at times, to defy analysis. 
The more that researchers, like Masters and Johnson, delve into the whys and 
wherefores of human sexual behavior, the more we find that what was shameful 
yesterday has become today's accepted norm. It is doubtful, however, that 
certain perversions will ever become acceptable outside the small groups 
that indulge in them, but the multitude of sexual patterns seems to be 
increasing in public acceptance and understanding. At least today's swinging 
society does not raise its eyebrows in horror at the news of some new sex 
diversion. Wife swapping, weekend sex parties, and apartment complexes for 
single swingers now seem part of the general social scene, yet twenty years 
ago such things were only jokingly referred to at stag parties. 

Human relationships have progressed to a freer and less restricted 
acceptance, but it took a long time, and the dedicated research of a number 
of brilliant men in their field. 

It was something of a shock, then, when the Kinsey report pushed some doors 
open wide on a number of practices which Freud had only touched upon years 
before, but which had been relegated to the area of scientific or 
psychological treatises. The world suddenly became aware that what it did in 
private was not so private any longer, and that our sex desires were not as 
individualistic as we thought. Kinsey uncovered a high incidence of 
pre-marital and extra-marital sex relations, and the public suddenly became 
sex conscious in an open fashion. Thousands of articles, and hundreds of 
books, flooded the market, bought up by an eager population anxious to find 
out what made people tick. Even today, we still do not know the answers, but 
we are approaching a more understanding attitude toward the oldest of man's 
urges. 

Some bluenoses may point their fingers and say that America is becoming more 
immoral as a result. The only increase statistically proven is in the number 
of men and women in the country, and it is quite conceivable that what was 
considered immoral a hundred years ago has become accepted socially and 
psychologically as a purely private affair. 

And when it comes to a person's sex life, this should only concern those 
involved. For one example, the laws relating to sexual activities between 
two consenting adults have been changed by Federal recommendation, even 
though only two states have thus far adopted this edict relative to 
homosexuality. 

Who is to say whether other forms of sexual union will also receive the 
blessings of the Supreme Court? There still exist statutes (outdated, 
admittedly, and seldom enforced) that label fellatio and cunnilingus as 
crimes punishable by severe penalties. Yet most men and women are aware that 
the practice of oral intercourse is a normal part of any happy and 
successful marriage, as well as a sought-after addition to any sex scene 
between consenting adults. 

The relative key to the moral value of any sex act lies in its effect upon 
those involved, and the effect upon others related or attached to the 
individuals. Few men will condone their wives being promiscuous, yet there 
are many couples who find wife-swapping a stimulant to their own personal 
relationships. 

Playboy Magazine, in its lengthy series of articles on the subject of sex, 
published many letters from its readers stating that extra-marital sex has 
improved the quality of their own personal lives with their husbands or 
wives. Also, many women write in to Playboy, freely admitting that oral 
intercourse, anal intercourse, and many other variations of the basic 
penis-vagina activity, has proved enjoyable and has become more than a 
regular part of their sex lives. 

But who gets hurt in a promiscuous relationship? Obviously, a man and woman 
who take marriage vows do so with the sincerest of intentions of remaining 
faithful. Yet man is not by nature monogamous, and with the comparatively 
recent liberation of women it is becoming clear that women do not intend to 
confine their sex activities to their husbands. 

Human nature will cause the normal reaction of excitement, when an appealing 
sexual object crosses one's path. A man will turn and stare at a girl whose 
figure is obviously enticing. Women display the same preoccupation, though 
to a slightly less obvious degree. Society has accepted the syndrome of 
man's interest in woman, but only recently has the fact been publicized that 
a woman can feel the same way about a handsome man, whose appearance and 
manner may cause a sexual response. 

The usual attraction is between members of the opposite sex, from unrelated 
families. But many psychologists have stated that those who live or work in 
a close situation will find themselves becoming attracted sexually. 

The incidence of incest, particularly among low income families sharing 
cramped living quarters, bears witness to this statement. Among rural 
families, it is quite common to find incest being practiced without any 
guilt or remorse on the part of the parents. Many children will experience 
their first taste of sex with a parent or close relative. 

It has been noted that just because two people related does not mean that 
their desire for each other is automatically turned off. Cousins used to 
marry quite frequently in many European countries, until the genetic danger 
of this practice was realized. But the urge still exists, and with today's 
looseness and moral laxity, compared with last century's, it is not uncommon 
to find first and second generation relatives indulging in sex; i.e., 
cousins, aunts, uncles, and so on. 

In the main subject matter of this book we deal with aunts, and for a woman 
to have any type of satisfaction from a man he must be at least past the age 
of puberty. This means that if a nephew is in his teens, from fifteen to 
twenty, his aunt will have to be at least in her mid-thirties or early 
forties, an age when her own marriage may have begun to disintegrate. 

Forty has always been regarded as a dangerous age for a woman, yet it is 
known that a woman's sex drive is just as strong then as it is at twenty. 
Coupled with this is the fear, founded or unfounded, that she is not as 
appealing to a man. So, presuming that a woman has been married for twenty 
years, borne her husband several children, who have now grown and perhaps 
left home, she finds herself at that nebulous gateway to middle age. She 
instinctively feels that her husband is more attracted to younger girls. 
Most women forget that it is experience which counts in satisfying a man 
sexually. Young girls may be more physically appealing, but their lack of 
knowledge of "the tricks of the trade" can often send a man running back to 
his wife's arms, knowing that she is at least more capable of elevating him 
to a peak of titillation, even though she may be broader in the hips, and 
her body slightly less than firm. 

One method that women employ, to make sure that their husbands achieve the 
peak of ecstasy, is fellatio, or oral intercourse. This has nothing to do 
with the physical responses of the vagina, which, by age forty, is not 
generally as tight or as supple as it is at puberty. Child bearing can have 
disastrous effects upon a woman's vaginal size. How many men have not 
complained to their drinking buddies about their wives being as "loose as a 
goose"? 

Accordingly, if a woman has mastered the art of fellatio she can be sure of 
satisfying her husband, no matter what age she may be. However, there are 
women who prefer this type of sex activity because of inhibitions and 
neuroses that can be traced back to childhood. The very first stage that all 
human beings go through is termed the oral stage, because the limited 
horizons of sensation shortly after birth encompass mostly objects and 
gratifications that are oral: suckling at the mother's breast, sucking the 
thumb or toe, etc. 

The mouth becomes the baby's primary source of sensation, and, in later 
years the mouth again can repeat its role for the individual as a source of 
satisfaction. 

The urge to seek gratification by oral means is seen in adult escape 
mechanisms such as alcoholism, in the enjoyment of food, drinking, smoking, 
and chewing gum, all of which can be classified as tension reducers. When a 
person feels edgy, or a little depressed, he may go out and eat a good meal, 
or merely a large ice cream, or have a drink. Afterward, he feels better, 
not because of the intake of food or drink, but because of the pleasure he 
has had from the oral activity. Cigarette smoking, too, can be traced to a 
constant desire for oral activity, as well as the habit-forming effects of 
the tobacco. 

Very often orally prone persons are inclined to be of a dependent 
disposition, making demands constantly on those around them, and needing 
others to give their lives the meaning and purpose that is lacking when they 
are alone. Many neurotic people use this behavior as a life-saving 
mechanism, but frequently do not make lasting friendships, or relationships 
of any type. A normally adjusted person, who is orally prone, may merely be 
expressing an innate sexual preference. The degree of a person's dependency 
upon oral manifestations can be directly related to his stability, both 
emotional and moral. 

With a woman who has reached the age of thirty-five or forty and feels 
anxiety over her waning appeal to the male, oral gratification in sex can 
denote not only an intensified desire to please her bed-partner, but a new 
and even more stimulating way of reaching her own climax. Women do not 
always have to have vaginal penetration to achieve their orgasm. Rubbing the 
thighs together while fellating a man can often achieve the same result, and 
with even greater satisfaction, because the woman knows she is giving the 
man the ultimate in pleasure. It also eliminates the chance of the man not 
finding sufficient friction and pressure in the vagina to bring him to his 
peak. Using the mouth always insures full use of pressure at the right 
places on the penis, thereby providing the man with his greatest ecstasy. 
The woman's role is still basic; she wishes to please him, and in so doing 
achieves her own ultimate satisfaction. 

There is also, of course, the woman who has grown tired of her own husband 
or lover, and seeks someone younger, with greater ability to share her 
sexuality. It is not at all uncommon to find a woman in her middle age going 
with a younger man. Many well known celebrities have made headlines with 
this very practice. One rather famous English actor, who divorced his wife 
of seventeen years to marry another rather beautiful actress, was possibly 
just as surprised as the rest of the world when his former wife married a 
young rock and roll musician within months of the divorce. There are many 
who look upon such unions as incongruous, accusing the woman of trying to 
regain her youth through the young man she shares her bed with. But reality 
cannot be denied. A young man can perform better in bed than an old man. 
Added to which, as in the case of rock and roll singers, there is an 
undeniable sexuality oozing from the youth of today, calculated to "turn on" 
the screaming young fans eager for sexual excitement. But why should the 
fans be limited to young-girls? Women of thirty and forty are eager for the 
same delights, and can often attract younger men through their promises of a 
better time in bed, based on experience, particularly in the oral areas. 

Applying this premise to everyday individuals, one can carry the theory into 
blood relations ; aunts being attracted to their younger and more virile 
nephews. Once the initial barrier of propriety is overcome, as in the 
example we have just cited in this introduction, normal body reactions take 
over, and the couple can "make the scene" as any two lovers do, without 
repression or inhibition. 

The only danger, as with all borderline sexual encounters, lies in the two 
parties involved being circumspect enough not to let their liaison become 
more than private knowledge. Whatever an individual does within the sanctity 
of the bedroom is his own business; once it is known, there can be traumatic 
results, both for the parties involved, and those near and dear to them. 

It is not the intention of the author to cast moral judgment upon any of the 
sexual practices related in this book. But the reader can, in many cases, 
project his own situation to any one of the case histories dramatized in the 
following pages, and, hopefully, realize the wisest choice to be taken 
should he be confronted with a similar episode in his life. 

It is a fact of life that the majority of human beings mate, marry, and 
settle down to raise a family. Apart from being the social norm, this is 
man's basic destiny as a rational, intellectual, animal. 

But it is also a fact of life that man's sex urges lead him into a variety 
of variations on this theme, each one singular in its ramifications, 
depending on the individual. In the ultimate analysis, it is man himself who 
must make the decision regarding the propriety of his actions. 

BEDTIME WITH AUNTIE 

"I really don't know how it happened. Maybe if she hadn't grabbed my crotch 
right away I might have got up and left her. But I was a little high, just 
like she was, and I figured what the hell, if she wants to go to bed I'm not 
going to refuse. 

"I'd always liked Aunt Doris. She was a real swinger, wore miniskirts, and 
looked real groovy. It's always been hard for me to think of her and my 
mother as sisters. Mother's always been kinda square, but Aunt Doris is 
great. 

"She was great that night, too. That was the first time. I'd been working at 
the motel with her for about three weeks before Uncle Carl was taken to the 
hospital, and I'd really gotten to like Doris. I didn't look upon her as my 
aunt. She was more like an older girl friend. In fact, she reminded me a 
little of a girl I had gone with in school. Maybe that was one of the 
reasons she turned me on. When I arrived at the motel to work for the 
summer, I hadn't seen her in two years, and I'd done a lot of growing up in 
that time. When I first saw her, I thought maybe it would be fun to ball 
her. She's got a hell of a figure, and she knows how to use it. 

"We worked side by side, and we became very close, but, with Uncle Carl 
there, naturally she couldn't do anything. But, with him in the hospital, I 
guess she knew she was safe. 

"That night, after dinner, we had a few drinks and lay around the living 
room, watching TV. She said she was getting hot, and went to take a shower. 
When she came back, she had on this flimsy robe, and she stretched out on 
the couch and asked me to fix us another drink. I did, and when I took her 
drink over she took my hand and pulled me down on the couch next to her. 

"Come on, Johnny, sit here next to your old aunt," she said. "I'm lonesome 
this evening.' 

"I remember I laughed and told her not so much of the 'old' aunt; in fact, I 
told her that she looked like my girl back home. She liked that, I know, 
because she said she'd give me a kiss for saying such a nice thing to her. 
She bent forward and kissed me, and at the same time she grabbed my crotch. 
I jumped back, and she could tell from my face that I was more than 
surprised. 

"Come on, Johnny," she told me. "Don't tell me a girl's never grabbed your 
cock before.' 

"I told her that had happened many times, but that I didn't think she 
should. 

"Just because I'm your aunt, doesn't mean you don't want to screw me, does 
it?" she asked. 

"I had recovered enough to laugh and say that I thought she was probably a 
great lay, but I still didn't think it was proper. 

"Hell, come off it," she replied, taking a sip from her glass. "I know 
you've wanted to go to bed with me ever since you arrived. I can tell from 
the way a man looks at me. And you're no chicken, Johnny. You're nearly 
nineteen, and a mighty handsome young man at that. I've wanted to be with 
you every damn night, but I've had your uncle here.' 

"That was the first clue I had had that she wasn't very happy with my Uncle 
Carl. , "So now he's away, why don't you and me enjoy ourselves?" 

"That was when she started really playing with me, and I felt myself getting 
a hard-on. She giggled, and told me it felt like I was bigger than her 
husband. "Younger, more handsome, and with a bigger prick," she said. "Come 
on, I want to see it.' 

"She leaned forward and her robe fell open. I could see her tits. Real nice, 
not fat or flabby, but like those I'd seen in Playboy. Wow, I really got 
turned on then, I leaned back and let her unzip me and take out my cock, 
which was almost completely hard by this time. 

"Oh, this is really something," she said, holding it tightly, and squeezing 
it. "I could chew on this all summer.' She pulled the foreskin back and 
exposed the head, which was throbbing like crazy. I knew what she was going 
to do, but I stopped her. 

"I-I'd better go take a shower," I said, knowing how I perspired during a 
day's work around the motel. She laughed, and sat back up. "You're a strange 
one," she said. "Okay, you can take a shower, but you gotta let me in with 
you. I'll wash your back, and anything else that's handy.' 

"We took our drinks to the bathroom, and I undressed and got into the 
shower. She slipped off her robe, and I gasped at her body. It was like a 
young girl's. Not an ounce of fat on her anywhere, slender waist, nice firm 
hips, and those boobs! Jeez, I'd had a hard-on all along, but when I saw her 
naked, I thought I'd shoot off right then. "You like?" she asked, posing for 
a second. I nodded, and she came into my arms, and we kissed. 

"It was the wildest feeling, holding her against me, feeling her tits, with 
the nipples hard against my chest and with my cock pushing between her legs 
while her tongue pushed into my mouth and caressed my own, licking around 
and sending my blood pounding through my veins like I'd never thought 
possible. 

"I had been to bed with girls before, but it had never been like this. Doris 
was the first woman I had ever slept with. I had often thought about how it 
would be with an older person, and here I was standing in the bathroom, 
holding my aunt in my arms, and it was like a whole new thing to me. I 
wanted to fuck her right then, and she must have sensed this because she 
pushed me back and laughed. "Okay, the shower was your idea," she said. "Get 
with it. I'll wash your back.' 

"I turned on the water, and we both stood under it, feeling the warm needles 
against our skin. I felt her fingers trace patterns across my back, 
smoothing the soap, all over, even down around my ass. Her fingers knew what 
they were doing. She stood behind me, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying 
the moment. It was really something standing there, my cock jutting out, 
throbbing like mad, because I knew what was going to happen soon; and she 
was loving every bit of it. She told me then that she thought I had the best 
looking body she'd ever seen. Then her hands came around my front and 
started on my prick. "Your cock's the prettiest one, too," she told me. 

"I'd never thought of a cock as being pretty, but I guess when I think of 
some of the others I'd seen in the gym at school, mine wasn't bad. At least 
it didn't have any big blue veins on it. It was smooth, and long and thick, 
and I guess she liked it. I know I liked what she was doing to it. 

"She pulled the skin of my cock back, washed the head, then put her fingers 
all around my balls and even into my ass-hole, soaping me and giving me 
chills all over, even though the water from the shower was warm. She held 
onto my cock, and felt it throbbing. She told me she didn't want me to come 
then, so she said for me to rinse off, and then we'd go to the bed. I needed 
no second invitation. 

"I dried myself quicker than ever before, and joined her on her big 
king-size bed. She was stretched out, legs open, looking as beautiful as any 
woman I'd ever seen. I got up on all fours, with my cock hanging down, and 
was about to lower myself on her when she scooted over and laughed. 

"You're not going to ram that thing home just yet," she said, 'I want this 
to last.' So we lay side by side and made love, our arms around each other, 
our bodies touching, our mouths joined. 

"I never knew anyone could kiss like that. She sucked my lips, and then slid 
her tongue into my mouth, licking my teeth and my tongue. I just lay there, 
loving it, feeling I'd gone to heaven. Then she started moving down, kissing 
my neck and my chest, nibbling on my nipples and across my stomach. Finally, 
I felt her mouth close around the head of my cock. I arched my back to drive 
it in, but she pushed ire back. "Let me do the work," she murmured. 

"I relaxed, and she started tonguing the head, working around it, finding 
the cockslit and pushing in, nibbling a little with her teeth, and 
increasing infinitely the delights that flooded my loins. 

"Her fingers were playing with my balls, rolling them around, her nails 
tracing patterns of ecstasy through my pubic hair. Then, I felt a finger go 
to my ass-hole, push gently into my anus, and start massaging around. At the 
same time, her mouth slid up and down the length of my shaft, sucking and 
tonguing it from the bottom to the top, then pushing down all the way so 
that I could feel it hit the back of her throat. 

"I must have pulled back, because she looked up at me and asked me if I was 
going to come. I told her yes, so she quickly stopped and lowered her body 
onto mine, letting my cock slide between her legs and into her cunt, 
enclosing it in that hot heaven of wonder like I had never felt before. 

"It was too much for me. I grabbed her tightly around the waist and pumped 
my hips, driving my cock in and out, deep into her vagina. At that moment, I 
felt the slow rush of my seed from deep within me, and I shuddered. My whole 
body trembled as I ejaculated load after load into her. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, I'm coming!' she cried, in a voice that sounded like it 
was ten miles away. We thrashed together on the bed until our passions were 
spent, then we lay still, the sweat dripping down between our bodies. 
Finally she looked at me and grinned. "Good, huh?" she asked, and I nodded. 
I knew then that I was hoping Uncle Carl would have a long stay in the 
hospital. Doris was someone I planned to fuck as often as I could, and I 
knew she wouldn't refuse. She told me later that she was never so satisfied 
with any man as she was with me." 

John Easdale was the favorite nephew of Doris and Carl Blankenship, who ran 
a resort motel outside Albany, New York; a rustic retreat surrounded by 
trees and lakes, that attracted many of the Blankenship relatives. Despite 
their growing reluctance to offer free vacations to their seemingly 
limitless relations, the Blankenships had a deep affection for John, who was 
Doris' sister's boy. He had proved to be a congenial child and after his 
graduation from high school they offered him room and board for the summer 
in return for helping out around the motel. 

John arrived, and within a week had caught on to running the place, proving 
a valuable addition to the staff. Doris was especially thankful because her 
husband came down with an old back injury and was rushed to the hospital for 
surgery, leaving her to run the motel. John was more than equal to the 
occasion, and with his aunt helped keep things running smoothly for the four 
weeks that Carl was away. 

During this time, Doris became even closer to her nephew, and began to 
realize that he was no longer a boy but a young man, and a highly appealing 
specimen. For the past few years her relations with her husband had 
deteriorated badly. Never a great lover, Carl had become so engrossed in 
building up the resort business that at night he was too tired and, in 
reality, too disinterested to prove himself in bed with his wife. 

With the advent of John, Doris began turning her thoughts to having an 
affair with him. She would stand and watch his muscular body, tanned by the 
summer sun, and her eyes would appraise the tantalizing bulge in his pants. 
She would find herself comparing his potential with that of her husband's, 
remembering that Carl was not overly endowed sexually, and that the initial 
rush of puppy love had never been exactly what she thought sex should be 
between husband and wife. Unable to have children, she did not even have the 
compensation of a family to alleviate the hunger within her. Normally a 
sexually aggressive woman, she found that her advances to her husband 
eventually led to frustration, as he would refuse her, claiming he was too 
tired after the hard day's work around the motel. 

She had always been orally inclined. She would tell Carl that if he didn't 
want to put forth the effort of intercourse, he could simply relax and let 
her enjoy herself with his penis. But, though this occurred several times, 
it was more than obvious to Doris that Carl was doing it only to placate 
her. There was no mutual response, no sharing of ecstasy that normally 
should accompany any sexual union. 

Finally, Doris suggested that they consult their family doctor, a proposal 
which Carl flatly refused. He felt that there would be plenty of time for 
them to catch up on their sex life once the business was established and 
they could both take it easy. 

But Doris was a persistent woman, and on her own went to the family doctor 
to discuss the matter. A very understanding man, he advised her to try and 
get Carl to cut down on his work and take at least one day off, at which 
time they could both go off somewhere together, have a nice day's outing, 
and top it off with a night in bed together. 

This was put to Carl, but despite his good intentions it was not practical. 
The motel demanded his full-time attention, and Doris found herself no 
better off than before. She decided to try a little extramarital activity 
and indulged in a brief fling with the local saloon-keeper, but both of them 
realized that it wasn't working, and Doris broke it off before it reached 
any significant proportions. 

By the time her nephew came to spend the summer, Doris had not had any form 
of sex, other than masturbation, for over six months. John's youthful 
virility and sex appeal tipped the scale, and day in and day out Doris found 
herself looking longingly at him, beginning to imagine them both in bed 
together. 

The hidden tensions boiled up one night when she and John had been drinking 
after a particularly hard day, and she seduced him, first fellating him and 
then indulging in sexual intercourse. For the first time in years, Doris 
found complete satisfaction. Orally inclined by preference, she enjoyed her 
nephew's penis, which was larger than her husband's, and also more appealing 
in shape and appearance. He had no compunctions about satisfying her, and 
for the balance of Carl's sojourn in the hospital she and John slept 
together, enjoying every possible variation of sexual activity, with a 
strong emphasis on the oral. Doris was more than willing to play the role of 
teacher, and John proved to be a more than willing pupil. 

His prior experience was limited to a handful of teenage girls, pitifully 
lacking in the finer elements of satisfying a man. John found his aunt knew 
more tricks than he had ever imagined, and his summer vacation turned into 
an endless orgy with her. They would even take an hour off in the afternoon 
and climb into the sack, to give vent to their passions. 

Although at first shocked by his aunt's advances, John found the physical 
satisfactions undeniable, and after the initial episode his qualms of 
conscience were overwhelmed by his normal instincts. He was very mature for 
his age, having first experienced sex with a girl at the age of twelve, 
after which he indulged as often as he could. This was not as frequent as he 
would have wished, but he masturbated daily, always with the image of a girl 
in his mind, bringing a mental satisfaction to his actions. 

When Carl returned from the hospital, Doris was fully aware that her affair 
with John would have to be terminated, or at least discreetly handled. She 
wanted her husband's security, but she had, in four weeks, learned the 
meaning of fulfillment again. In fact, more than ever before, with Carl or 
any man. 

Her womanly instincts could not deny the young man's services. She made it 
clear to him that they would have to be careful, but when the opportunity 
arose they could have an occasional few hours together. By this time, John 
himself had become more than accustomed to his aunt's convenient sexual 
outlet, and he too did not want to see it end. But more important, he did 
not want his uncle to find out. He told Doris that if they played it cool he 
could stay the summer, and they would have their moments together. 

For the first week out of the hospital, Carl was still rather weak, and 
spent a lot of time in bed, which gave Doris ample opportunity to be alone 
with John. But as the weeks went by Carl returned to his normal routine, and 
it became increasingly difficult for Doris and John to see each other. Their 
sex activity dwindled and their frustrations grew, until one afternoon they 
sneaked away into the woods and spent a delirious two hours in a 
particularly dense part of the forest. 

However, unknown to them, one of the motel staff happened to observe them, 
and being an old friend of Carl's he related what he had seen. When Carl 
confronted Doris, she denied it. but the look on John's face was sufficient 
evidence for Carl. 

He flew into a rage, which prompted Doris to lose her temper and admit the 
affair, telling him that John had more to offer than any man she'd ever 
known, and had brought her happiness she had never thought possible. 

Carl ordered John to pack his things, and after the youth had left Carl 
calmed down enough to insist that Doris see a psychiatrist. He said he had 
known that their marriage was in serious trouble, but he had not realized 
how serious until this affair was brought to light. He accused her of being 
perverted and sexually out of control. Knowing what she stood to lose if 
Carl were to divorce her, Doris agreed to his suggestion and saw a 
psychiatrist. She knew that her summer idyll with John was only a passing 
phase, but was sensible enough to know that it was not impossible for her 
and Carl to continue their relationship, provided several things between 
them could be adjusted. She went to a psychiatrist on the condition that, if 
the professional man deemed it advisable, Carl would also attend. 

After hearing the initial situation the psychiatrist asked to talk to John 
as well. John spent a day with him, at which time the young man's side of 
the story was heard. With this information the psychiatrist was then able to 
listen to Doris' account, which was given him in great detail, starting with 
her attitudes towards sex from her earliest remembrance up to her present 
condition. 

Doris proved to be a willing patient, once she overcame her initial shyness. 
The professional man was more than understanding, and Doris found herself 
without reserve as she related the experiences that led to her seduction of 
her nephew. 

"I was really not planning anything with John until I saw him. After all, he 
was my sister's child and I had known him since he was a baby. But I had no 
idea he would grow up into such a handsome young man. I mean, he really 
turned me on, and I think even if Carl and I had been having regular 
relations, I would still have felt an attraction. Hell, he was tall, and 
good-looking, and the way he filled his pants made me fell all weak inside. 
I could picture what he had, and how he looked with a hard-on. I was really 
excited over the prospect. I hadn't been with a man in so long, and I never 
really had found a man who could satisfy me. John had everything I felt 
would fill my needs, so I decided to bide my time, hoping for an 
opportunity. 

"When Carl was taken to the hospital, I realized that the time would never 
be more opportune; I might never have this chance again. Then came that 
night when John and I got a little high. We had both worked our tails off, 
and a drink was just what we needed to relax us. II sure relaxed him. As for 
me, it sparked the urge to seduce him that night. 

"I was hot and sticky, so I took a bath and put on that real flimsy 
nightgown of mine, and when I walked into the living room I saw John's eyes 
almost drop out. That was all I needed. I reached out and grabbed him. My 
heart just about stopped beating when my fingers closed around his penis. It 
was just what I had imagined it would be ... thick and long. I couldn't wait 
to take it out of his pants. That was when my mouth started watering. It was 
the prettiest piece of meat I'd ever seen, smooth and clean looking. As it 
grew to a full hard, I knew that here was a cock that could satisfy me. 

"John made me laugh when he stopped me from doing anything until he'd taken 
a shower. I joined him, and washed his back for him and played with his 
cock. That was the most wonderful feeling ever. I let my hands stray over 
that beautiful body of his, feeling every ripple, every muscle, and every 
fold of skin around his shaft. His balls were particularly wonderful, big, 
round, and firm, not hanging down like Carl's. I knew I had a handful with 
him, all right. 

"I was on fire! I could tell my vagina was oozing with anticipation. My 
juices were flowing, readying my passage for that lovely cock to penetrate 
and give me the pleasure I'd been without for so long. It was all I could do 
not to let him stick it in right there in the bathroom. Instead, I went into 
the bedroom and lay down and waited. It was the longest wait of my life, 
although it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. 

"Finally, he came to me, walking out of the bathroom, his cock jutting out. 
I knew he planned to lower himself onto me, but I wanted to make it last so 
we lay down side by side. He pulled me into his arms and we kissed. It was 
like I'd reached heaven. My tongue went wild in his mouth, licking and 
sucking, while I felt that big prick pressing between my legs. 

"It was at that exact moment that all my pent-up frustrations broke loose 
and I took over. I pushed him back and started kissing his neck, licking 
around his ears, which drove him frantic. I could feel him start to tremble. 
I slid my mouth down to his chest, that broad, smooth, chest with the 
muscles sticking out, giving him such a virile appearance. 

"My lips found his nipples and went to town. Then I slid down to his flat, 
firm, stomach and, finally, I found the ultimate ... that broad red head 
sticking out from those folds of enticing skin. I took it in my mouth and 
slowly pushed the skin down, exposing the throbbing red pinnacle of delight. 
I let my tongue caress it, running around the edge, and underneath, to that 
sensitive spot, then to the end, finding that slit which was oozing fluid 
that I could taste ... the sweet salty forerunner of his climax, which I 
knew would be coming any second, if I didn't let up. I slid down his shaft, 
taking his balls in my mouth and rolling them around. My fingers were 
caressing him all around his crotch, between those tight buttocks, to his 
ass-hole. I gently pushed in with my middle finger, and I could feel him 
quiver from the added sensation I knew this produced. He started squirming, 
and I knew he was floating in a complete sea of ecstasy. I rubbed my own 
legs together, giving myself an added thrill. I could feel the juices oozing 
out of my labia and running down my skin. I could feel the undeniable urge 
to have his cock push itself into me, deep into my cunt, and fuck me like 
I'd never been fucked before. 

"It's funny, at moments like that your whole life flashes before your eyes. 
I remembered the first time I'd ever had intercourse ... the first time I'd 
ever sucked a dick ... and how I'd thought afterwards. If that's all there 
is to sex, why all the shouting? It had never been truly satisfying. Even 
when I married Carl, he was far from fulfilling. Carl has a rather small 
cock, and he seems afraid to use it. He doesn't mind my sucking him, but he 
doesn't give his all, like Johnny did, that first time. 

"Johnny started moaning, and his hips were beginning to move. I knew that it 
wouldn't be long before he came. I lifted up, and he grabbed me and mounted 
me. I was ready by then. I spread my legs, letting his member penetrate me 
as far as it could. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, 
feeling an infinite joy as his rod dug deep inside me, his balls slapping 
against my ass every time he drove home. His entire body was shuddering and 
trembling, and I knew he was about to pop his nuts. I told him to go ahead, 
fuck me, fuck me. Then I felt my own orgasm begin, and my tits seemed ready 
to explode as my hard little nipples rubbed against his chest. With a 
gigantic rush, we both came at the same time. I knew he was pumping his come 
deep into me, once, twice, three times. I forgot how many times he came 
because I was shaking and crying out with sheer delight I had finally found 
a man who could satisfy me, deeply, wonderfully, with a cock that was 
everything I'd always dreamed a cock should be, and a body to match. Johnny 
was my dream boy, but what we did was no dream. It was reality, and I knew 
that summer was certainly one that I would remember for a long time. 

"He lay on top of me for a while after we came, and then slowly rolled off, 
his limp penis pulling out of me, flopping against his leg. I kissed him 
gently and we stared at each other, knowing that we had both experienced the 
ultimate. For me, it was something I had looked for for years. For him, it 
was the first time with a woman who knew what she was doing. His eyes were 
shining, and he smiled at me with such a look of affection and love that I 
almost cried. 

"I asked him if he thought it was good, and he really didn't need to answer 
me. His look told me all I needed to know. We lay together, his hands 
caressing my tits. He told me they were the loveliest tits he had ever seen, 
or felt. He started kissing them, running his tongue around the ends, 
nibbling on the nipples, getting me all hot. I noticed that he was starting 
to get hard again, so I switched around into a sixty-nine position and began 
sucking his cock. He was staring at my crotch and something told me that he 
had never gone down on a woman before, and he was thinking about it. He 
obviously didn't think very long, because his mouth came forward on my 
thigh, and the next thing I felt was his tongue, running up my skin and 
through my hair. Then his hands grabbed my labia and pulled them open. His 
mouth went forward and I felt his tongue find my clitoris and start sucking 
it. He really went wild then, and I did, too. His cock seemed to stiffen 
even more in my mouth, then grow thicker and pulsate. My lips rubbed up and 
down, sliding down its beautiful length, feeling its smoothness all the way 
down until the head pushed against the back of my throat. We thrashed 
together, sucking and feeling each other, until I felt myself reaching 
another orgasm. Our bodies trembled and I heard him making little animal 
sounds in his throat as his cock expanded, spurting great gobs of his seed 
into me. I swallowed, but not before I had tasted the sweet saltiness on my 
tongue. I quivered with added delight as my own loins responded to his final 
ejaculation. 

"Looking back on that first night with John, I can honestly say it was the 
best sex I'd ever had. Even better than what we had after that, because that 
was the start of the daily pleasures we shared. With Carl in the hospital 
for the next few weeks, I knew that John and I would make music at every 
opportunity. 

"We did not neglect the motel. We worked just as hard as before. In fact, I 
think John worked harder then, out of appreciation for my efforts to satisfy 
him in bed. He thought I was doing it for him, but in reality I was doing it 
for me, to try and make up for all the years of frustration, and lack of 
fulfillment. 

"Carl called me a sexual pervert when he found out about John and me, but do 
you think he would have said that if it had been anyone but my nephew? Does 
a person's relationship make that much difference? We're still men and 
women, and experience the same attraction. So what difference does it make? 
All I know is the fact that after that first night with John, I knew that it 
couldn't last, and I planned to make the most of it. I knew that after Carl 
returned, it would be difficult, and I didn't want to let this one chance 
for happiness slip out of my grasp. 

"Maybe this sounds ridiculous, but I didn't think of John being half my age. 
After all, many women of fifty marry younger men, so what could the age 
difference mean? Or the relationship for that matter? He was a man, and I a 
woman. We were finding incredible enjoyment together. We both knew it was a 
passing thing, so we wanted to make the most of it. After that first night, 
we took every possible moment we could together to explore every sensation 
our bodies could produce. 

"In fact, the following night we went a step further. We started off in the 
bathtub. John had been working very hard on a new unit for the motel and he 
was covered with grime and sweat. He took off his clothes and climbed into 
the tub. I followed him, squatting down between his legs, and soaping him 
all over. It wasn't really the way you wash yourself, but it was more a 
sensual trip. I started with his thighs, rubbing my fingers over his skin, 
up to his crotch. His penis, floating on the water, slowly rose and attained 
full erection. It was a glorious sight, seeing that member stiffen, seeing 
the skin pull back slowly as the red head peeked through, while his balls 
swayed back and forth underneath, in the water. I played with him gently, 
rubbing his penis with the soap, and then down between his legs, around his 
balls, and back to his buttocks. Then I told him to turn over and get on his 
hands and knees. 

"His ass was now facing me, and the sight thrilled me. He has firm round 
buttocks, smooth and white. I pulled them apart and soaped his ass-hole real 
good, pushing my finger in and massaging him awhile. Then I washed it off 
and lowered my face to his ass. My tongue came out and found his anus. He 
squirmed. 

"God, that feels good," he said to me, and I knew he liked it. I know from 
experience that a lot of men like having you french kiss their ass-hole. 

"My tongue licked up and down over the opening and then I pushed. It entered 
a little as he relaxed. I tongued him, while my hand went around his body 
and took his firm and hard penis in my fingers. He moaned. "I'm gonna come," 
he told me. "You'd better quit.' I let go of his cock, but I continued 
sucking his ass-hole. 

"I love oral sex of any kind, cock or ass. I get more satisfaction out of my 
mouth than my cunt, I believe. 

"He couldn't stand it much longer, and turned over. "Suck my dick now," he 
whispered, I needed no second invitation. I went down and took that glorious 
tool between my lips and pushed my finger up his ass. That's what did it. He 
started jerking, and I could feel his shaft between his legs pulsate with 
his orgasm. Then he quivered and shot into my mouth. I was rubbing my own 
thighs together, increasing my own sensations, but when I tasted that come 
on my tongue I felt my loins warm even more, and I came, myself. 

"It was an incredible moment. I remember years ago my girl friend told me 
that the only way a woman can reach a climax is by having deep vaginal 
penetration. I found out this is not the case with me. I can rub my thighs 
together, and if I have a cock in my mouth, or have something going on with 
a man, I can reach a climax without any penis in my genital area. It's the 
wonderful excitement, the exquisite sensations I feel all over, just holding 
a naked man in my arms, and feeling him, particularly his crotch. 

"John's crotch was beautiful. His penis was just the kind I liked. Just to 
look at it gave me more than a passing thrill. I wanted his prick in my 
mouth as often as possible, and I think I could have happily sucked him 
twenty-four hours a day for the rest of my life. I told him this and he 
laughed. He confessed that I was the first woman he had had sex with, and it 
was better than he had ever thought it would be. He wanted me to teach him 
as many tricks as I could. I told him it would be a pleasure. 

"That episode in the bath, with my sucking his ass, was only the beginning. 
We finished in the tub, dried off and went to bed, and he was all over me. 
He said that my body excited him more than anything. He began kissing me all 
over, nibbling on my tits and kissing my stomach, and then he went down on 
me. I lay back and let. him do his thing, let him find out all he wanted to 
about my cunt. 

"I lay there and watched him, his head between my thighs, his mouth pressed 
against my vulva. His tongue came out and licked all around the opening, 
then, as his fingers pulled my labia open, he pushed in with his mouth, 
found my clitoris and sucked on that, rubbing it with the tip of his tongue 
until my whole body was trembling with passion and my loins seemed to be on 
fire. He asked me if I was going to come and I told him I was, so he really 
went at it then, sucking and pushing his mouth in my cunt and squeezing my 
ass with his hands. I told him to put his finger up my ass-hole, and he did, 
and then suddenly he lifted my ass and started kissing my anus. That felt 
almost as good as his eating my pussy. He tongued me back there, while his 
finger went into my cunt and played with my clitoris. 

"I began floating. I had never felt such sensations. With a sudden shudder I 
felt myself coming, and I cried out. He pushed his tongue and it went right 
into my anus, sending prickles of delight through by body. I collapsed and 
lay back, breathing deeply. He crawled up next to me and kissed me gently on 
the mouth. "Was that good?" he asked, and I nodded. "You like it back 
there?" I told him I did, so he said he wanted to fuck me in the ass. Much 
as I wanted to suck him off instead, I let him go ahead. 

"I rolled on my side, and he took me in his arms. I felt his hands close 
over my breasts, as his big, hard, cock pushed between my buttocks. My 
ass-hole was still wet and slippery from his sucking on it, and when his 
glans hit my anus it slipped in without too much trouble. His fingers played 
with my tits, rubbing the nipples, sending more sensations through me. Then 
he started slowly pumping, in and out, and although I had relaxed after my 
first coming and did not tighten up to allow him easier entry, I could not 
help but feel I was being torn apart by that shaft, pushing in and out like 
a railroad piston. 

"He asked if he was hurting me, and I lied to him. I said I was all right, 
but despite the exquisite sensations there was still the feeling that I 
would break open any minute. I told him to go slow, to push in and out 
slowly, to take it easy. "It's so good," he murmured, 'I can't go slow. I'm 
going to come.' 

"Just about then, he rammed it home with a massive thrust, and I could feel 
it throbbing inside me as he shot his seed into my body, groaning and 
moaning with ecstasy, kissing my neck and back. Finally he relaxed, and we 
lay still together. Slowly his penis went soft, and I could feel it starting 
to slip out of my ass-hole. "Leave it in.' I whispered, wanting it in me. 
But, although he pushed his hips forward, nothing could stop it from 
receding, and finally sliding out. 

"He went to the bathroom where he must have washed off, because, when he 
returned, his prick was dry and clean again, looking so enticing that I 
automatically leaned forward and kissed it. He stood, looking down at me. 
"Kiss it again," he said, and I grinned at him, knowing that he wanted more 
of my mouth around his shaft. I told him to straddle my stomach, and put it 
to me through my tits. He was soft, and it took a while before he got hard 
again. During that time, he held his cock and rubbed the end against my 
nipples. He even pushed the head against a nipple, and then pulled his skin 
over the end, enclosing the nipple. Then he rubbed, giving us both some new 
sensations. 

"After a little of this play, he started to get hard again. Not a full 
erection, but stiff enough to push between my tits, back and forth. As it 
came forward, I opened my mouth and took the end of it, licking that head 
which I loved so much, and covering his shaft with my saliva, making it 
slide that much easier between my tits. I told him to keep at it, to see how 
long we could go without his reaching another orgasm. He said that was fine 
with him, because he enjoyed sex play just as much as climaxing. He sat on 
top of me, and I ate his organ. I can never tell you how much I enjoy 
sucking cock. 

"I remember when Carl and I were married I found that he liked to have his 
penis sucked, but he really preferred to fuck me. Carl has an average size 
penis, actually a little smaller than normal. I enjoyed sex with him, but 
not nearly as much as I did with John, later. Even the affair I had with 
that other man wasn't fully satisfying. He wanted to screw me and that was 
all. I believe that there is more to sex than just spreading your legs and 
letting a man push his cock in. But that's about all that Carl and my other 
lover wanted. But John was young, inexperienced, and willing to learn just 
about everything one could do. Added to which, his cock was beautiful. It 
was a good size, clean and white, with lots of skin. The perfect picture of 
what a man's cock should be like I knew that finally I had found someone to 
satisfy me. 

"Actually, if Carl had been a little freer in bed, I believe we could have 
had a completely happy marriage. He is a great guy, a hard worker, and he 
loves me, I know. But I am overly sexual, and he should realize that it will 
take more than an occasional fuck to keep us together. 

"He says I am perverted because I had relations with my nephew, but would he 
have said that if it had been some other man ? Is it the fact that I have 
been unfaithful to my husband, or because it happened to be my nephew? What 
Carl doesn't understand is the fact that I need sex, and if I don't get it 
from Carl I'm going to bust out and get it somewhere else, before I lose my 
mind. I'm just grateful that it happened to be someone who has everything 
I've ever dreamed of in a bed partner. 

"John is great. He's a wonderful guy, and his body is out of this world. And 
that cock! I always get back to his cock, don't I? Maybe it's because I'm 
hung up on a man's penis. And why not? It's the focal point of interest when 
it comes to sex, and John has the best piece of interest I've ever seen. I 
think about it and my mouth starts drooling. 

"Anyway, after that first couple of times, we bounced in and out of bed at 
every opportunity, fucking and sucking to our heart's content. The weeks 
went by. and then Carl came back from the hospital. He was still weak, and 
the first week he stayed in bed most of the time, which meant that John and 
I could still have a little fun, though we knew it was going to be more and 
more difficult. Carl finally got back to his regular schedule, and that 
meant no more fun and games between John and me; there just wasn't the 
chance. Let's face it, when you've been eating well for four weeks, and then 
suddenly the food's cut off, you're liable to feel more than a little 
hungry. Let me tell you, both John and I felt those hunger pains. Working 
together around the motel, we would look at each other and see the need in 
each other's eyes. We had to do something. Finally, Carl said he was going 
to town to pick up a few things, and I felt this was an opportunity I 
couldn't let slip by. I told the assistant manager that I would be away for 
the afternoon, then John and I took off into the woods. We made sure no one 
saw us leave, and we certainly didn't leave together. But off we ran, into 
those thick trees beyond the hill above the motel. It was my first taste of 
freedom since Carl had returned, and John and I could hardly wait until we 
could hold each other and kiss again. 

"That first kiss was like the dam bursting. Our tongues met and our mouths 
closed over each other and we didn't break apart for five minutes, by which 
time John had a roaring hard-on. I could feel it pressing through his pants, 
through my dress, eagerly trying to penetrate my body. I told him we had 
better go deeper into the woods where we would be certain no one could see 
us, so we ran, pushing our way through the underbrush, until we came to a 
spot that was perfect. Tall trees, thick bushes, and a little flat spot of 
virgin grass. It was a miniature Garden of Eden, and without second thoughts 
we ripped off our clothes and lay down together. 

"We had been without each other for years, it seemed, even though it had 
been only days, and the excitement made us wanton and eager. We kissed, and 
then I slid my lips down that beautiful body of his, nibbling, kissing, 
sucking his tits, and down over his stomach, until finally I felt that hard 
thick cock in my mouth. I was hungry for the taste of his come, and went at 
it like I only had a few seconds. He lay back, and gasped. 

"Take it easy' he whispered. "I'll shoot if you keep that up.' 

"I remember looking up at him and saying that I wanted him to shoot. Then I 
could work on him for a second helping. He lay back, closed his eyes, and I 
again slid my mouth down his shaft, all the way down, until my lips touched 
his pubic hair and the head of his prick was pushing into my throat. I 
lifted up, keeping my lips around the head while my teeth played with his 
foreskin, pulling it up and over the end, then pushing it down. My tongue 
found his slit, and massaged it. My hands felt his balls, playing with them, 
rolling them around. His cock was throbbing, jerking, and the heavy cord 
underneath was standing out, firm, ready to carry his seed through its 
length and into my mouth. My tongue went down, past his balls and between 
his buttocks. He lifted his ass, and I spread his cheeks, pushing my tongue 
forward to his anus. He groaned with delight as I started licking his 
ass-hole, and, at the same time, playing with his cock with my hand. 

My thighs were together and I started rubbing them, exciting my own 
sexuality. I could feel my labia squeezing together and my clitoris 
responding, throbbing. Deep inside, an incredible satisfaction told me that 
I would be reaching my own climax very soon. 

"But my mian interest was getting John to his orgasm. I slid out of his 
ass-hole, back past his balls, and up the length of his cock, which was 
stiff as a tree trunk and pulsating with excitement. I closed my lips over 
the end, and started sucking up and down, while my finger went up his 
ass-hole. He moaned, and his hands came down and held my head against him. I 
knew what this meant. I increased the pressure on his organ until I felt 
every movement against the inside of my mouth and my lips. His hips pushed 
upward, and with a convulsive shiver he started to come. I tasted the sweet, 
salty liquid, spurting out of his cock, and held it all in my mouth until he 
had shot his last load. Then I rolled it around, savoring its taste before 
swallowing it, still with my lips around his organ. He sighed. 

"Jeez I needed that," he said. Then he looked at me. "Did you come?" he 
asked and I shook my head 'I will later," I told him, but he shook his head. 
"I'll make you come now," he said, twisting around and lowering his head to 
my crotch. 

"I had been about ready to climax when John did, and the feel of his mouth 
on my crotch, his tongue pushing into me, sucking my clitoris, finished me 
off. In two seconds, my body trembled and I felt my juices flowing as my 
organs responded to his manipulation. His finger was up my ass, and his 
mouth buried in my snatch. I cried out in sheer ecstasy as I felt myself 
coming. He looked up at me, and then with a violent movement we came 
together. Our lips met, giving the final touch to a need that had been 
festering in us for days. 

"We broke apart, and I stood up. I threw my arms out. "I feel like Eve in 
Paradise," I said, laughing. He stood up and joined me, putting his arms 
around my waist and pulling me to him. "I'll play Adam," he said. "Do you 
mind if we fuck for the rest of eternity?" I broke out laughing. "You're 
getting very poetic," I told him, 'but that's okay with me.' 

"We kissed again, and it was so great, feeling my tits against his smooth, 
broad chest, His cock was between my legs. Not hard, but I could feel it 
there. For that one moment, I was a kid again, naked and unashamed, just 
like I'd been one day when I was about eleven, and my brothers and I had run 
off from a picnic into the woods. For some reason, we took off our clothes 
and started running around naked. There was nothing sexual about it. We were 
just kids having fun on our own. Even though nothing happened, I remember 
looking at by brothers' pen-ises and wondering about them. 

"It was only about two years after this that I had my first sex experience, 
not with my brothers, but with a neighbor child. We had all gone to the 
ocean, and the child and I ran off down the beach. It was deserted, and we 
ran up through the dunes, exploring. Finally, we were tired and lay down 
under a tree to rest in the shade. He had this bulge in his swimsuit and I 
became curious, so I reached over and touched him. He got hard, and took it 
out. I went down on him, sucking him like crazy. I guess he was too young to 
reach a climax, but he liked it, and I did, too. Come to think of it, he 
never tried to fondle me, or find out what I had between my legs. He just 
lay there, watching me as I sucked on him. But I enjoyed it, and didn't want 
anything more. I knew that if he stuck it in me I might have a baby. I'd 
heard my parents talking once about that, and I was afraid. But I felt it 
was all right to suck him. There was nothing wrong in that, I felt, and it 
pleased me. It was just as John and I had done that first day, except that 
we were adults and knew the full implication of what we were doing. 

"John and I stayed out in the woods a couple of hours that day. I guess we 
did everything possible. After resting awhile, we started over, and I sucked 
him until he reached a full erection again. He said he wanted to screw me in 
the ass this time. 

"We found an old tree trunk that was just the right height for me to bend 
over and allow him entrance to my ass. He pushed me over and then dropped to 
his knees behind me. Spreading my buttocks with his hands, he plunged 
forward with his mouth and I felt his tongue on my anus, licking and 
sucking, Then his hands came around the front and started playing with my 
cunt. He opened my labia and pushed both his hands in, tickling me with his 
fingertips while his tongue pushed and sucked on my ass. It got me hotter'n 
a firecracker. 

"Oh, John, fuck me," I told him, 'I'm ready. Stick it in.' 

"He stood up and slowly pushed his organ forward. It was firm, and as the 
end touched my anus I felt it quiver and then enter. Carefully he pushed 
until it was all inside me. It was easier this time, as we'd had practice 
and I was no longer tight. I relaxed, and he was able to fuck me easily, 
while his hands masturbated me in front. "Jeez, this is good," he whispered 
in my ear. That really excited me. I love it when I know I'm satisfying a 
man. 

"I contracted my anus as he pushed forward, and I heard him groan in 
appreciation. His movements became faster and faster and his hands were 
bringing me to orgasm. Then, with a final thrust, he discharged into me, and 
about the same time I shuddered with the ecstasy of my own climax. 

"He pulled out and lay back on the grass, his eyes closed. I stared down at 
him, marveling at that great beautiful cock lying limp against his leg, 
still glistening from the juices of his coming. I knelt down between his 
legs and started caressing it. I used some of my saliva to clean it off, and 
then I began sucking it again, gently. He pulled me around so he could reach 
my crotch, and we lay there, sixty-nining, our tongues bringing pleasure to 
each other. 

"He did not get hard for awhile, which was fine. I like sucking a cock 
whether it's hard or not, and when John's is soft it is still big enough to 
make a good mouthful. And that skin of his is great. I nibbled on it with my 
teeth, pushing my tongue between its folds, touching his glans, feeling for 
his cockslit and caressing that. I could feel his tongue in my cunt, sucking 
me at the same time, sending chills through my whole body. Finally, after 
awhile, he began to get hard again, and he sat up and took me in his arms. 

"I want to fuck you now," he said. "The best goddamn fuck you've ever had.' 

"I laughed. "You make it sound like it may be our last," I said jokingly, 
not ever dreaming that it might be. 

"I lay back and spread my legs, and he mounted me, putting the end of his 
cock just inside my labia and holding it there, pulling and pushing the head 
so that it massaged my clitoris. I started moving my hips. 

"Go! Go! Fuck me!' I told him. "Shove it in. All the way.' 

"He grinned 'All in good time," he said, keeping it just inside, but with 
most of the organ still visible. I stared down at the beautiful instrument 
of pleasure he was holding. His hips were rotating, making his muscles 
quiver. He was a wonderful sight, that young body of his poised above me. I 
shall never forget that moment as long as I live. 

"He bent down his head and kissed my tits, taking the nipples one at a time 
and licking them, still with his cock not all in. I thought 

I'd go out of my mind. "Go on, stick it in," I pleaded. "I want it all.' 

"He straightened up, and then slowly pushed his penis until it had 
disappeared into my cunt, all the way, and I felt his balls slap against my 
ass. Then he lowered his body and we started that long ride home, in and 
out, our bodies merging in a complete unity of delight. His mouth closed 
over mine and our tongues touched and sucked while our bodies quivered with 
passion. His driving cock seemed to reach even deeper into me, and it felt 
even thicker than it usually did. Maybe we were both subconsciously trying 
to make this the best time ever, to give each other the most of ourselves. 

"My vagina was contracting and loosening with every thrust of his organ. We 
were merging our actions with each other into a perfect blend of sensuality. 
It was so wonderful I wanted it to last forever, for us to stay there in the 
woods, away from everyone, alone and private in our world of delight, where 
we could enjoy each other to the fullest. 

"He broke away from my mouth and I felt his teeth sink into my neck, 
nibbling, biting, then slowly he moved down to my breasts. "Bite them, bite 
them," I implored him, and his teeth sank into my flesh. My body contorted 
with ecstasy and I felt his hips push quicker, pulling and pushing his penis 
in and out, quicker ... quicker ... . 

"Our breaths came faster and I knew this was it. I was going to have the 
greatest orgasm of my life. My hands went around his back, and my nails dug 
in, tearing weals across his skin as I thrashed in my delight. "Fuck me, 
fuck me," I whispered, "His body trembled and his cock went all the way in 
and stayed there, pulsating. Soon I could feel his warm seed shooting into 
me. I quivered with my own orgasm, my cunt dripping with juices as our 
bodies achieved the ultimate in satisfaction. 

"John had been right. It was the best fuck ever. We lay joined like that for 
several minutes before he climbed off and stood up. We both knew we'd shot 
our wads for the day, and besides, we had to get back to the motel. We got 
dressed and slowly walked back. We didn't say much. We were still too 
engrossed in the delicious afterglow that lingered in our bodies. I think if 
I never have sex again, that afternoon will be the one episode I shall call 
my best. 

"That night, Carl had a visitor, and after the man left Carl came and spoke 
to me, accusing me of carrying on with John. I denied it, so he called John 
into the room and accused him in front of me. I'm afraid John's face gave us 
away. That's when the shit hit the fan. I lost my temper and admitted the 
affair, telling Carl that if he'd been more of a man, and able to satisfy 
me, this would never have happened. Carl called me a pervert, sexually out 
of control because I'd seduced my own nephew. John at least spoke up and 
said it wasn't my fault, it was both of us. Anyway, the scene was a bad one, 
and Carl looked like a broken man. In one way, I felt sorry for him, but I 
was too mad right then to let any feelings of sympathy take over. 

"I was especially mad because of this friend who had seen us in the woods 
coming and telling Carl. Hell, what if we had just been out walking? 
According to Carl, this friend of his had seen us running around naked. I 
wondered whether he had been hiding in the bushes, watching us fuck, while 
he jacked off to get his kicks. Who knows? Anyway, the fat was in the fire 
and I saw no reason to try and lie about it. At least, I felt it might get 
Carl to the realization that our marriage was on the rocks permanently, 
unless he did something about it. 

"I'm a normal healthy woman who wants a lot of loving from her husband. I 
guess I do love Carl. Hell, I married him. And we have had some good times 
together, but, to me, unless those good times are topped off with a good 
night's fucking, what use is the marriage scene? I might as well be single 
and just go to bed with whomever I want, whenever I feel like it. 

"Anyway, Carl told John to pack his things and get his ass out of the motel. 
I tried to intervene, but Carl was madder'n I'd ever seen him. I guess he 
couldn't be blamed for reacting like that. After we calmed down a little, 
Carl said he wanted us to keep our marriage going. We had a lot at stake, 
with the motel and our future, and he felt that if I could sort out my 
feelings about sex perhaps we could stay together and make a go of it. So I 
agreed to come and see you and talk about our problems. I thought it would 
be good for you to talk to John, too, to corroborate my feelings. 

"I'm not just a lecherous woman out to make a young man. If Carl were 
fulfilling his role as a husband, there wouldn't be any need for my thinking 
of sex outside my own home. I don't think that's abnormal or perverted, as 
he said. Because I like oral sex as much as any other kind doesn't mean I'm 
some sort of freak. Sex is sex, I feel. It's a satisfaction between two 
people, and whichever way satisfies the best should be what you should do. I 
don't know. Maybe you can advise me, or at least sort this mess out, for 
Carl's sake as well as mine. 

"I'm not worried about John. He's young, and he's had plenty of experience 
with me to help him adjust to his adult sex relations, as he gets older. And 
he had no hang-ups about sleeping with me. He's as free as I am about sex, 
which is healthy, I believe. Too many people have inhibitions which only 
make for a lousy sex life once they are married. And unless you get along 
with your husband in bed, there's no marriage as far as I can see." 

The psychiatrist had several more sessions with Doris and then called in 
Carl, at which time he related a lot of what Doris had discussed. Not the 
intimate details, but more her philosophy on what made up a successful 
marriage. 

Carl explained that during the first few years of their marriage they had 
had fairly happy sex relations. He agreed that Doris preferred oral sex, 
which he did not object to, but he felt that it took away from his masculine 
role in their relationship. He felt he should be the aggressor, to climb on 
her, and have penis-vagina activity rather than lie back and let her fellate 
him. 

The psychiatrist realized that Carl was lacking in some areas of 
masculinity, in not asserting his own-likes and dislikes. Because of Doris' 
aggressiveness he had become the weaker half of the pair. As their work in 
the motel began to occupy more and more of his time, Carl found relief in 
his daily routine, sublimating his sex drive. This proved satisfactory to 
him, but not to his wife. Doris still needed the intimacies of marriage to 
satisfy her completely. 

As for Doris seducing her nephew, the psychiatrist explained to Carl that 
many established theories claim that those in close association will develop 
a sexual attraction. Doris and John had worked closely together, becoming 
more and more used to each other, culminating eventually in the mutual 
attraction between Doris and John. The fact that they were related might 
have been repugnant to Carl, but, in reality, had John been a young man who 
was merely working for them, and no relation, the same thing might have 
happened, and without the repugnance on Carl's part. Society has set up 
moral standards which preclude intimacy between members of the same family, 
but nevertheless such activity does go on, though it is not commonplace. 

Ih his final resolution, the psychiatrist advised Carl and Doris to forget 
the episode, and to try to do better themselves, in bed. Doris, being the 
aggressive woman she was, demanded constant attention. Carl, being somewhat 
more reticent, had not fulfilled his role in their marriage, and Doris' 
actions with her nephew became a symptom of the lack of communication with 
her husband. Once her husband satisfied her, she would have no reason to 
stray from her marriage bed. 

Carl decided to try, and in the following weeks he and Doris indulged in 
nightly intercourse, which soon had Doris adjusting in a normal fashion to 
her husband's attentions. Her affair with John soon faded into the past as a 
pleasant memory. 

LET YOUR AUNT SHOW YOU HOW 

"I had been used to my husband for twenty years, and there wasn't much that 
we hadn't done in bed, but after that length of time our sex life had 
dwindled to once or twice a month, and that wasn't enough for me. I tried to 
make him cooperate more often, but he would always say he was too tired, or 
make some other excuse. Even when I'd reach over and grab him or go down on 
him, which I love to do, he'd show as much interest as a whore at a revival 
meeting. 

"So, when Ray arrived on the scene, I knew that something was bound to 
happen. It did. That night when I opened the bathroom door by accident and 
saw him standing there, stark naked, with this shaft between his legs. That 
made me realize what I'd been missing all these years. He wrapped a towel 
around himself right away, and of course I shut the door, but I couldn't get 
that sight out of my mind." 

"When he came out and headed for his room, he gave me a funny look. I told 
him I was sorry I'd barged into the bathroom, and that I was not aware he 
was inside. He gave me a shy laugh and said next time he'd lock the door. I 
couldn't help saying that at least he shouldn't be ashamed to show what he 
had. "The last time I saw you," I added, 'You were about ten, and looked 
like any other kid that age. But now, you look like a stud pony.' 

"He got the message and grinned. "The girls like me," he said, 'And I like 
the girls.' 

"My heart was pounding like mad, and I said that I felt any girl who had him 
would be lucky. He blushed, and went to his room. But by that time I was too 
wrapped up in the memory of what I'd seen. 

"So what if he was my nephew? He was almost a grown man, and what he had 
between his legs certainly made my husband look sick. I wanted that cock of 
his, and I wanted it then. Jim was working and wouldn't be home for another 
couple of hours at least. I had the opportunity, and I was burning with 
desire. 

"I went to Ray's room and knocked. He told me to come in. He was sitting on 
the bed, with just his pajama bottoms on. "Going to bed this early?" I 
asked. He told me he was feeling sleepy, that his back was aching from the 
work in the restaurant that day. "Okay, if your back's aching, I got a good 
cure for it," I told him. "Let your aunt take care of you. Roll over on your 
stomach.' He refused, saying he'd be all right, but I insisted, pushing him 
back on the bed and rolling him over. "Come on, don't be shy," I said. "I 
used to rub your back when you were a kid.' 

"I let my hands massage his back, marveling at the heavily muscled shoulders 
and the slender waist. "You're pretty well built," I told him. "You must 
have played a lot of football at school.' 

"He mumbled something, and I figured he was falling asleep. You know how a 
backrub will relax you. I didn't want him to do that, not right then, so I 
started concentrating on his lower back, pushing his pajama pants down to 
expose the crack of his buttocks. I then let my fingers slip under the 
material and caress his ass. He didn't move, so after awhile I just put my 
hand on his leg and slid it up between his buttocks. I could feel something 
hard jutting out flat on the bed, and I let my fingers close around it. It 
was a hard-on all right, like I'd never thought possible for a kid his age. 
He moved slightly, and looked up at me. 

"See what you've done to me?" he said. "I told you I didn't want a back rub. 
It always gets me hard.' 

"I pushed him over on his back, and immediately his cock stuck up through 
the fly of his pajamas, throbbing and pulsating with excitement. "It's the 
biggest one I've ever seen," I told him. With that, I lowered my head and 
closed my lips around the head. He started squirming and moving his hips, 
pushing his rod into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat." 

"I was in ecstasy. I've always liked doing a man that way, and, while Jim 
had given me many happy nights during our marriage, never once had it been 
like this. Of course, Jim was not as big as Ray, who had a wonderful piece 
of meat. He was circumcised, with a large, flat head and a nice, smooth 
shaft, straight as can be. Jim's cock bent slightly when it was hard, but 
Ray's was perfectly straight, sticking up like a beacon pointing to heaven. 
I took it in my mouth, knowing that it was what I wanted, and to hell with 
the consequences. 

"I let my hands run across Ray's chest, feeling the hair in the middle that 
formed a line down across his stomach and into the pubic jungle from which 
his penis hung. His muscles were tight and firm, knotted hard with the 
excitement of sex, and his efforts to pound his cock into my mouth. 

"I know that some men have a difficult time reaching a climax when they are 
being sucked. It has something to do with the lack of friction, the softness 
of the lips as opposed to the firmness of a vagina massaging the penis. 

"I could tell Ray was trying to come, pushing his cock into me and twisting 
his hips. I lifted my mouth and asked him, 'Feel good?" And he nodded, but 
told me to suck it harder. I put my hand around the base of it, leaving the 
end sticking in my mouth, and massaged him as 

I sucked it. This got to him, because he groaned in appreciation. "That's 
great," he said. I knew I had him then, and continued playing with his cock. 

"I could feel it throbbing as I sucked and ran my tongue around the end, 
feeling under the glans (that real sensitive spot) and then up on top, 
finding the slit and sucking that while my tongue pushed in. I thought he 
would go through the roof then 

"The bed was rocking beneath the violence of his movements, and his entire 
body was arched, trying to push his organ into me. I felt the thing bang 
against my throat, in and out. Each time I felt it stiffen even more, and I 
swear it even got thicker. The cord at the back of it was quivering, and 
under my hands his body was shaking uncontrollably. Then he grabbed my head 
and jammed it down, holding my mouth over his cock. Then he let out a long 
drawn out moan. "Jeez, I'm coming! I'm coming!' he said, and I felt the 
first burst of hot seed on my tongue. 

"He shot load after load into me, moaning all the while. I swallowed it all, 
and kept my mouth around his cock while it slowly got soft, then let it slip 
out. It lay against his pajamas, and I looked at it. It was soft, but not 
that much smaller than it had been hard. It was a beautiful cock. I licked 
it again a couple of times, and when I lifted my head I noticed he was 
staring at me. "That's the first time," he said softly, 'and it sure beats 
fucking.' 

"I wanted to laugh at the way he had put it. Ray was a big country boy, 
really, and I imagined he'd had his share of screwing those eager little 
country girls, but I would certainly have thought one of them would have 
gone down on him, but he assured me he was telling the truth. 

"I asked him why it beat fucking, and he said it was less work and more 
pleasure. He wanted me to do it again. "I can come again real soon," he said 
proudly. 

"I didn't object. Only, before I began, I pulled his pajamas down so that 
his body lay exposed and naked on the bed. He really had a great build for a 
kid. Those years on the farm must have helped develop his muscles, which 
were firm and well-formed. He wasn't overly lumpy like a weight lifter, but 
lithe and trim, the kind of body that to me is ideal. Lots of muscle, but no 
bulges. 

"As my lips closed around his cock again, I thought to myself it was the 
best looking rod I'd ever seen. Certainly better than Jim's, which was 
beginning to get wrinkly and tired-looking. Hell, Jim was forty-five. Ray 
was only twenty. I guess youth does make a difference, but when it comes to 
sex I think experience counts. Ray said later that night, that none of the 
girls he'd screwed had ever given him the sensations that I had. 

"As I went down on him this time, I squeezed his ass and put my finger up 
the hole. Well, that really drove him wild. He pulled away at first, but 
when I told him it would feel good he relaxed. After my finger was inside 
for awhile, massaging around while my lips sucked him, he started moaning 
again, saying this was better r than the first time. 

"I was having my best time ever. Ray was handsome, with a good prick. What 
more could a horny broad want? I'll admit, I was a horny broad that night. I 
hadn't had a good screw in weeks. Jim wasn't the most exciting man any 
longer, while here, under my own roof was my nephew, available, and giving 
me as much pleasure as I was giving him. I knew, as I licked his cock, that 
this was going to be the start of something wonderful. I just prayed that I 
could manage things so that Jim wouldn't find out. Then Ray and I could fuck 
all summer without being discovered." 

Theresa and Jim Golden lived in Chattanooga, Tennessee, where they owned a 
restaurant, and lived above it in a large apartment. Jim came from a small 
town in the country, and had met Theresa while he was going to school in 
Chattanooga. They were married when Jim was. in his late teens. They later 
had two children, a boy and a girl. 

Their marriage had been a happy one, but after ten years, when Jim managed 
to buy the restaurant with a loan from his father, they both found their 
lives centering around the business, working long hours with little chance 
for relaxation. Their children grew up and went to college, which meant an 
added financial burden that kept them hard at work. The restaurant stayed 
open day and night, providing them with a better than average income, but 
necessitating constant supervision. 

Despite Jim's love for, and sexual interest in his wife, he found his 
energies and his time limited. Despite their early years of frequent 
intercourse, they now found their moments of intimacy dwindling to 
infrequent spells, squeezed in whenever they had the time and opportunity. 

"Theresa had always been a hot-blooded woman, and often she would find her 
eyes studying the male customers at the restaurant, wondering whether she 
might ever indulge in an affair outside her marriage. Her sexual appetite 
was strong, and when her husband no longer satisfied her she turned to her 
work in the restaurant with an unnatural vigor, in order to compensate for 
her frustrations. She sublimated a lot of her urges, but there still 
remained the moments when her body cried out for a good night of sexual 
activity. It was unfortunate that at the times when Theresa was most anxious 
for sex Jim was either too tired, not in the mood, or unable to carry the 
act through to completion. 

However, theirs was an abiding love, and despite the lack of connubial joys 
they stayed together, knowing that they were building a solid retirement for 
themselves, and a good future for their children. In moments when she 
thought about the problem between them, Theresa would rationalize with the 
thought that once the business was big enough to run itself she and Jim 
could retire and pick up their intimate relations again. 

But rationalization does little to satisfy the deep-rooted sexual urges of 
women, and Theresa found herself at times becoming unbearably frustrated. 
One night she grabbed her husband, and, when he did not get an erection 
after some preliminary sex play, she became so incensed that she lost her 
temper and questioned his manhood, a grossly unfair accusation, which led to 
words between them. Jim tried to reason, but found his own patience 
exhausted by his long hours of work. He accused Theresa of being oversexed, 
to which she reminded him acidly that it had been four weeks since they had 
had relations, and she was now ready for some more. Jim bluntly bared 
himself and let her fellate him, but after five minutes when he still did 
not achieve an erection their situation became impossible. They fell asleep 
that night as if they were strangers. 

"Afterwards, Theresa found herself avoiding the subject, knowing that it 
would only lead to more dissension between them. However, Jim was not 
without his moments of passion, and when he did have the urge and the time 
he tried to make up for his inadequacy by violent sex with Theresa. Although 
she enjoyed these moments, she yearned for a more tender and steady diet of 
intimacy, such as they had during the early years of their marriage. But, 
like many couples, they adapted to, and endured, their maturing responses, 
despite the shortcomings. 

Their children had grown and gone off to college when Jim received a call 
from his brother, asking if Ray, his oldest, could get a job at the 
restaurant for the summer. Ray had been working in their small hometown, but 
had been laid off temporarily. He was just twenty, a strong youth, not 
overly intelligent but a willing worker, and he had had some experience in 
restaurant work. Jim agreed immediately, and a few days later Ray arrived 
and was given one of the spare bedrooms in the apartment. Theresa was 
immediately taken with the youth. She had not seen him in several years, 
remembering him as a rather gangly boy. He had matured, however, into a 
good-looking young man with a fine build and a pleasant, simple manner. She 
took him under her wing and showed him his duties in the kitchen. He proved 
to be sharp enough to catch on without any problems. 

After a week or two, Jim's night manager quit, and Jim took over until he 
could find a new man. This meant that Jim would not work from ten at night 
until six in the morning. Theresa worked as hostess and cashier from eight 
in the morning until four in the afternoon, occasionally pinch-hitting at 
other hours when needed. This schedule left Theresa alone at night with Ray, 
who worked days in the kitchen. 

Their relationship up to now had been strictly aunt and nephew, but leavened 
with a growing warmth and closeness. Theresa found Ray a congenial 
companion, and what he lacked in mental prowess he made up for in humor and 
earthiness. She sensed a deep animal quality in him which intrigued her, and 
after a few days, when he dated one of the waitresses and took her out for 
the evening, Theresa realized that her nephew was well on his way to being a 
ladies' man. 

She kidded him about his date, especially about coming home at three in the 
morning, and Ray became quite shy about it. Theresa realized that despite 
his activities he might not be as sophisticated in sex as she had imagined. 
She questioned him further, but found him not at all anxious to talk about 
it. 

The following night, she thought he was out, and unwittingly burst into the 
bathroom to find him standing there, naked. He at once covered himself, and 
Theresa closed the door, but not before she had observed that her nephew was 
more than well hung. Jim had always been ample to satisfy her sexually, but 
it was obvious that Ray had more to offer. Theresa's frustrations boiled up. 
She soon found herself thinking about her nephew in a sexual manner. 

She went into his bedroom and made advances to him, which were not denied. 
She ended up fellating him, discovering that he had never had this 
experience before. He enjoyed it immensely, stating that he found it better 
than normal intercourse. 

"Theresa could not deny that his physical appeal and sexual size left 
nothing to be desired. She wanted more, and told him that as long as Jim 
worked nights they would be able to enjoy each other as often as they 
wanted. She planned on further episodes (which eventually transpired), 
including intercourse, anal activity and oral sex. Just about everything 
that could be done between man and woman. Ray stated his preference for 
fellatio, which suited Theresa fine, as she enjoyed this even more than the 
regular penis-vagina action. 

The fact that Ray was her nephew did not bother her at all. Ray was her 
husband's brother's child, which in her eyes placed him sufficiently far 
apart from her family ties to make him virtually a stranger. Sex therefore 
was no taboo; and Ray himself, being a virile country boy with few sexual 
inhibitions, found himself completely entranced by his aunt, who knew all 
the tricks of the trade. She taught him a lot, and he was more than willing 
to learn. 

They did discuss the matter of being discovered by Jim. Theresa made certain 
that the front door of the apartment was double-locked so that they could 
not be interrupted unexpectedly. She felt that if her husband questioned her 
about the lock she had a legitimate excuse. She did not feel safe unless she 
double-locked the door, which opened onto a stairway leading to the street. 

Ray and Theresa continued their relationship without any problems, until one 
night Theresa went to the door in answer to a knock. After getting rid of 
the unwelcome visitor, she forgot to double-lock the door. In the middle of 
sex with Ray, she heard the door open, and by the time she had jumped out of 
her bed Jim was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, a horror-struck look 
on his face. 

Ray was lying in bed, naked, and Theresa was trying to struggle into her 
pajamas. Jim took a quick step forward, knocked his wife down, and then 
proceeded to beat up his nephew. Theresa ran for the telephone and called 
the police Jim had gone wild, and was having a violent brawl with Ray, who, 
being as strong as he was, gave back everything he received. The two men 
made a shambles of the bedroom before the police arrived. Jim charged his 
nephew with disturbing the peace and had him spend a night in jail to cool 
off, before shipping him home the next day. 

When the excitement had died down, he faced Theresa, holding himself in 
check, so as not to commit violence on her body as well. Theresa started 
crying and said that she had been violated by Ray, trying to place the blame 
on the young man. Jim knew better. 

He accused her of carrying on with his nephew behind his back, of being a 
tramp, and every other sordid activity his shocked mind could muster. By 
morning their tempers had both cooled, and they were able to discuss the 
matter rationally. 

Jim told Theresa that he knew their marriage had been on shaky ground for 
some time, but he had had no idea that it was so bad he had driven her into 
another man's arms. He said that if she sought professional help he would 
accompany her, and they would try to work out their situation. At first, 
Theresa was hesitant, but realizing that she and Jim had a future together 
with their business, and their deeper affections (which superseded sex), she 
agreed to consult a psychiatrist and try to arrive at a new beginning. 

The psychiatrist listened to their story, and then asked Theresa to relate 
her sex experiences from as far hack as she could remember, advising her to 
spare no intimacy of detail, and to tell everything. He explained that only 
through a complete purging of the subconscious could she hope to arrive at a 
new and clean outlook toward a future with her husband. Theresa settled 
back, and began her story. 

"I don't know when it was that I started realizing there was such a thing as 
sex. I think I was around eleven or twelve. I had a boyfriend who was about 
thirteen and we used to go out together to movies, and so on. The sort of 
thing that kids do, perfectly innocent. Of course, it became more than that 
one afternoon when we both came back after school and mother was out, and we 
were alone in the house. He tried to kiss me and I let him, but as our 
mouths met his tongue came out and touched my lips. He said he had heard 
about French kissing and why shouldn't we try it. I was curious, so we sat 
on the couch and tried it. I felt real funny, but he got very excited. I 
noticed that there was this bulge in his pants. He told me he was getting 
hard, and didn't I want to see his thing. I said that wasn't nice, but he 
told me it was. Then he unzipped himself and took out his penis. 

"It was the first real erect penis I had ever seen and I was fascinated. I 
remember reaching out and touching it, and he told me to rub it up and down. 
I did this, and he said it was great. He had not been circumcised, and I 
found it very stimulating to pull the skin back and expose his head. I shall 
never forget how red it was. He told me to go on playing with it, and I saw 
nothing wrong with that. Then he reached over and started feeling my leg. He 
told me he wanted to see my thing, too. His hand went up my dress and I felt 
his fingers probing my genital area. He pulled down my panties and looked at 
my vagina. Then he stuck his fingers in and starting feeling around. I had 
never had such a sensation. He said he wanted to stick his penis in me, but 
I was scared. I knew that was how babies are made, and I didn't want that. 
He said he was hot and needed to finish himself off. I didn't know what he 
meant, at that time. He said if I wouldn't let him stick it in, I could at 
least suck it for him. I thought that was dirty, and I told him so. He 
laughed, saying that the girl next door did it to him, and she liked it. I 
guess my curiosity got the better of me, and I finally did go down on him. 

"I shall never forget the feeling of that penis in my mouth for the very 
first time. I just let it sit there, but finally after he told me to suck it 
I began, and as my lips closed around it I heard him moan and say how good 
it felt. Then suddenly it stiffened even more, and he pushed his hips 
forward so it went into my throat. I felt it jerk, and then I tasted his 
come. It came as such a surprise I guess I automatically swallowed, and 
before I knew it he had completed his orgasm, and I had taken every drop of 
it. 

"The taste was very exciting, and I overcame my initial repugnance about the 
act. He loved it, and said I was better than the girl next door. 

That pleased me, because I really liked him and considered him my "steady". 
The next day, we went into a deserted garage on the way home from school and 
I performed the act on him again. He said it was even better. I guess for 
some time after this we indulged together every chance we had. He always 
wanted to stick it in my vagina but I wouldn't let him. I still felt that 
that would give me a baby, and I knew that was wrong. 

"I never felt that sucking him was wrong, though. It was something I enjoyed 
doing, and he certainly got his kicks out of it. He sometimes played with 
me, sticking his fingers in, and once he tried to go down on me, but he 
stopped and said he didn't like it. So we stayed with our initial activity 
of my going down on him, which satisfied us both. I guess it was back then 
that I developed my preference for fellatio. 

"The first time I had intercourse was in my last year of high school. I had 
long since broken up with my first boyfriend and had had several since then, 
all of which I sucked at one time or another, but had never had intercourse 
with. Then I met Stevie, who was on the football team. He was big, strong, 
and handsome, and he thought I was really something. We had a few dates 
before he suggested anything sexual. 

"By this time, I was really hung up on him. I felt he was the prize catch at 
school, and it was a feather in my cap to be seen with him. I didn't want to 
do anything to disturb our relationship, so when he asked me if I'd drop my 
drawers for him (as he put it) I felt I couldn't say no. I really didn't 
know whether I should tell him first that I was a virgin. I perhaps figured 
that he'd find that out soon enough, once it happened. 

"I was more than scared when it did happen, though. It was in my own room at 
home, one night when my parents were out. I was alone in the house with 
Stevie after we had gone to an early movie, which got out at eight-thirty. I 
knew my parents would be gone until around eleven, which gave us plenty of 
time. Stevie and I necked a little on the couch downstairs, and then he 
started getting real hot. I felt his penis through his pants, and it was as 
stiff as a board. It felt bigger than any I'd experienced before. He had my 
bra off and was kissing my tits, and I loved that. I told him if he wanted 
to go on kissing my tits, I'd get so hot I might kiss his penis. He grinned 
at this, and told me to take it out and try it. He unzipped his pants, and a 
moment later his organ sprang into view. It was bigger than those I'd seen 
before and certainly more interesting. It was broad and flat at the end, and 
very red. There was a drop of something oozing out of the head. I took it in 
my hands, and started playing with it. "Go down and say hello to it," he 
said to me, and I slowly bent forward and took it between my lips. 

"From practice, I knew how to really make a guy feel good, licking under the 
head, near the end. I did this, and nibbled on it with my teeth. He moaned 
and stretched back, so he could push it up all the more with his hips. I 
felt it thicken as it entered way back in my mouth and push against the back 
of my throat. Then he started pushing and pulling it in and out of my mouth 
while I closed my lips hard around his shaft. 

"We lay there for a while. Then he lifted my head up and kissed me gently, 
and told me he wanted to go all the way and fuck me. By this time, my own 
sexual parts were oozing with juices, and I had this deep desire to feel his 
penis within me, to feel the ultimate in relations which I had so far denied 
myself. I felt so much for Stevie that I would have done anything for him. 

"I told him my folks would be back in an hour or so, that we could go 
upstairs to my bedroom. I remember giggling as he walked next to me, his rod 
sticking out of his pants. I even touched it now and then and we both 
laughed. 

"Upstairs, I quickly got undressed and he did, too. I lay down on the bed, 
trembling now because I wasn't sure what was going to happen. He was very 
gentle, though. He sat down and started playing with my tits, then bent down 
and kissed them. I felt his tongue on my nipples and my whole body seemed on 
fire. 

His finger went down to my crotch, and I felt him probe inside, touching my 
clitoris and playing with it. I was all wet and ready for intercourse, I 
knew. He climbed on and slowly lowered his body on top of me, and I could 
feel his penis between my legs. I was trembling, and he told me to be still 
and relax. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said. 

"Slowly, he started moving, pushing his shaft up to my opening. I spread my 
legs and kissed him. I felt if I kissed him hard, it would take my mind off 
what was happening to me. Much as I wanted it, and had agreed to it, I still 
had some reserve. I felt I should have stuck with sucking him, but it was 
too late now. I felt his head enter, and then this pain ripped through me. I 
gasped out loud as his length rammed all the way home. There was still pain, 
but now the incredible ecstasy of intercourse flooded my being, and I cried 
out. He gasped, too, and closed his mouth over mine again, and our tongues 
went wild. I felt him pumping me, harder and harder, until finally I felt 
him shudder and I knew his seed was shooting into me. 

"He fell back, staring at me, his eyes at my crotch, where his limp cock had 
just pulled out. "I didn't know you were cherry," he said, his voice very 
small. "Why didn't you tell me?" I mumbled something about liking him so 
much that I didn't feel I should have told him. He was real mad and said 
that if I got pregnant he wasn't going to marry me, and all that. Then he 
got off the bed and got dressed. 

"By this time, I was almost in tears. I felt that I'd made a mess of 
everything, especially the bed, which was covered with a big red stain. 
Anyway, Stevie finally came over and kissed me, and agreed to take the sheet 
to the laundromat down the street so my folks wouldn't know about it. I got 
a clean sheet from the linen closet and remade the bed, and then he left. I 
went back to my room, hardly believing what had happened. I took a bath and 
felt better, and by the time my folks got home I was asleep. 

"The next day I saw Stevie at school. He gave me the sheet, wrapped in brown 
paper, and told me that he was sorry about what had happened and maybe we 
could still see each other. I said of course we could. We had lots of dates 
after that, but I never again went to bed with him, which sounds real funny, 
doesn't it? I mean, maybe that night was too much of a shock for both of us, 
but after that I just went down on him, and he liked that. He used to come 
in my mouth, and I loved taking it, every drop. It was good, and certainly a 
lot less messy than intercourse. Quicker and easier, as he used to say. We 
could do it almost anywhere, instead of having to worry about going to bed. 
Maybe that's why I got to like it better than intercourse. Even a year 
later, when I met Jim and fell in love with him, I didn't go to bed with him 
until we were married. I used to suck him off, but I never spread my legs 
until that honeymoon night, which was such a fiasco. 

"Jim had been going with me about six months before we decided to get 
married. He was always an appealing person to me, not overly handsome like 
Stevie had been, but clean and serious. I felt, and my folks did, too, that 
Jim would make a reliable and steady husband who would provide for me. After 
all, security is more important than good looks. I also felt attracted to 
him sexually. He had an unusual way of talking and behaving, and I felt he 
was like a tiger, or that he would be once we were alone in bed. 

"We had been alone lots of times, but all that had happened had been a lot 
of necking and several times I had gone down on him. It was my idea, not 
his, and the first time it happened, he was more surprised than anything 
else, I think. He said it was the first time anyone had ever done that to 
him. He liked it enough, that's for sure. But we saved the ultimate for when 
we got married. 

"That first night out of town, on our honeymoon, I think he was as nervous 
as a kitten. I knew he had screwed a few girls before, but obviously he was 
still not sure whether he would do it right, so I had to take the 
initiative. He undressed and got into his pajamas. I had on a real flimsy 
nightgown, one of those black lace things that are designed strictly for sex 
nights. I'd seen it advertised in one of the movie magazines and I'd sent 
for it especially for the honeymoon. I guess it was all kinda silly, because 
it didn't take long before I had it off, and Jim had slipped out of his 
pajamas, and we lay naked on the bed together. 

"He took me in his arms and we kissed, and I could feel his penis getting 
hard as it pushed between my legs. As we lay there, our tongues entwined, 
Jim's hands went to my breasts and started fondling them. Something told me 
that he would need some sort of push in the right direction, so I broke away 
from him and began kissing his neck, then his chest, and worked my way down 
to that hard piece of meat sticking up between his thighs. I closed my lips 
over the end, and I heard him sigh with ecstasy. I sucked hard and let it 
slide all the way into my mouth, playing with his balls at the same time. He 
started moving his hips, and I felt he was finally relaxing and getting into 
the mood of things. I sucked him not very long before I scooted up and 
lowered my body on top of his, letting the end of his penis touch my labia. 
"Go on, Jim," I whispered in his ear. "Push it in.' 

"I felt his hips move, and then his cock entered me and slid all the way in. 
As it did so, I heard him gasp as he clung to me and kissed me passionately. 
I rotated my hips and felt that hard rod in me. My vagina contracted and I 
began pumping on top of him. "Oh, honey, that's wonderful," he breathed in 
my ear. "I think I'm going to shoot if you don't stop that.' I told him to 
go ahead if he wanted to. The night was young and we had all the time in the 
world. His body trembled and he seemed to contract his muscles all over. 
Then I felt his cock throbbing inside me, and it was all over. 

"I was frankly disappointed. I thought at least that Jim would have been 
more passionate. As I said, he gave me the impression of being a tiger when 
he got going. But then I realized that he was a little more inhibited than I 
anticipated, and he would need a lot of help from me to bring him out of his 
shell. After that first orgasm, I lay on top of him, kissing him and playing 
with his ears and neck. I left his penis in me, even though it had started 
going soft. I thought I would try to get him excited again, and see if the 
second time would be better. 

"He began kissing my breasts again, nibbling on the nipples with his teeth, 
and slowly I felt him begin to stiffen again inside me. I told him to let 
himself go. "Fuck me, Jim," I said, trying to excite him into action. "Let 
me feel your cock in me, fucking me.' 

"He must have given himself a mental jolt or something, because he started 
pumping. I grabbed him and rolled over, so that he was on top of me. Maybe 
that's what did it, because after that he really went to town. He didn't 
even kiss me or anything. He just closed his eyes and concentrated on 
pushing that thing of his in and out of my cunt, faster and faster, until at 
last he moaned, and grabbed me so hard it almost hurt. I knew he was coming 
again. His prick shuddered in me and discharged another load of his seed 
deep inside. After this, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The rest of 
the honeymoon was all right, but I still had the feeling that Jim was more 
reserved than I gave him credit for. 

"It wasn't that I was disappointed, but I had expected him to assert himself 
a little more than he had. As the next few months went by, he had occasional 
moods of passion when he would really go wild, but in between those times he 
seemed almost uninterested in sex. I had to start things going, and it was 
usually by going down on him. I think that's where I continued my oral 
preference. It was the easiest way out for him, and I enjoyed it. I always 
have. Jim has a nice cock, a little bigger than average, and there were many 
nights I used to lie between his legs, sucking away to my heart's content 
until he reached his climax. 

"We had our two children and this compensated a lot for whatever lack he had 
in the passion department. I was too busy taking care of the kids to be 
overly concerned with his inadequacy. But then, after the kids grew up, I 
felt we might look forward to better relations between us. But Jim was 
involved with building up the restaurant business, and he was often too 
tired or just not interested. It was very frustrating. But I love him, and 
when you love someone you make allowances. Then when Ray arrived, there was 
something about his youth, his blatant virility, that got to me. I couldn't 
help noticing the way he filled his pants, too. Jim's cock is fine, like I 
said, but Ray obviously had something bigger and more interesting, so I 
found myself concentrating on what it might be like with him. 

"That was why things happened the way they did. After I walked into the 
bathroom and saw him naked, all the fires that were seething inside just 
bubbled over, and I had to have him. That was why I went into his room. I 
went in with the explicit idea of going to bed with him. As it turned out, 
Ray just let me fellate him that night, but it started something. I really 
dug him. His cock is beautiful and his body is young and firm, and there's 
nothing that makes a woman feel young again better than a good, hard cock on 
a firm, handsome body. 

"Ray satisfied every yearning that had been lying dormant for years. It was 
fun teaching him, too. He told me he had never had anyone go down on him 
before, and he had liked it. I enjoy it, anyway, so it worked out fine. Of 
course, we progressed to other things as well. In fact, I think the next 
night we waited about a half hour after Jim had taken over his shift 
downstairs, and then we got undressed and got into bed. Ray had lost a 
little of his self-consciousness by this time, and he took me in his arms 
without any reservations. He kissed me, and I gloried in the touch of his 
skin against mine, his exciting hairy chest against my nipples. Rubbing them 
to a fever pitch of hardness, he would then suck them. He said he liked my 
tits, because they were firm, round, and big. He would take one of my 
breasts in his hands, cup it to his mouth, and then run his tongue around 
the end, sometimes sinking his teeth in around the nipple and biting gently. 
It sent chills through every particle of my body, and made my cunt start 
dripping in anticipation." 

"It was such a glorious feeling to be treated as a woman wants to be 
treated, to be a love object for a man, and to give him all the satisfaction 
she can. Ray would then slide his tongue over my stomach and down to my 
crotch, licking around the pubic hair and then into the slit. He would then 
put his hands there and pull my labia apart. After he pushed his mouth into 
my snatch, his tongue would dart in and out, sending shivers through me as I 
felt him lick my clitoris and then suck it. He loved that, and, watching 
him, I saw his cock was jerking with desire as he went down on me. It was 
all I could do to stop myself from grabbing him, but he said he wanted me to 
relax and let him do this for a while. Then he came back up, kissed me, and 
lowered his cock between my legs. He didn't push it in right away, but 
gently moved it up, sliding along my skin. Then his head penetrated. 

"I cried out as I felt his length enter me and push all the way into my 
vagina, his broad, flat head penetrating deep, and giving me such ecstasy 
that I thought I was floating off the bed. It had never been like this with 
Jim, or with any man. Ray really had a cock that could do the job. He kissed 
me then, and started moving his hips, driving his rod in and out, slowly in 
quickly out, twisting his hips at the same time. 

"I began moving my body and together we thrashed on the bed, bringing 
ourselves to a peak of sensation. I felt his teeth sink into my neck and his 
muscular arms grip me tighter than before. "I'm coming ... I'm coming ... " 
he gasped, and it felt as though his shaft stiffened even more, grew thicker 
as it pounded into my cunt, and then, with a convulsive shudder, he 
ejaculated load after load into me, on and on, as though he couldn't stop. 
Finally he collapsed, and his body relaxed on mine, and I felt his cock get 
soft and slowly withdraw from me. I tried to squeeze myself together to hold 
it in but it slid out and lay on his leg as he rolled over. It was all shiny 
and wet, but beautiful. I couldn't resist it. I crawled down and took it 
between my lips and sucked it. 

"That was beautiful," I told him. He stared at me. "You sure like eating it, 
don't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Especially a good-looking cock like yours," 
I told him, and he laughed at that. He knew he had a big penis but I guess 
he'd never been complimented on it before. I told him we tell people if they 
have pretty eyes, or nice hair, so why not a good word about a man's penis, 
if it deserves it? In his fumbling, boyish way he returned the compliment 
with words of praise about my breasts and body. "You sure look great," he 
said, 'You're more like my girl friend back home than my aunt.' 

"That was the first time he had made mention of our family relationship, and 
for a moment it sounded awkward. I smiled at him and told him that that 
shouldn't make any difference. He said it didn't. "Pussy is pussy," he said 
bluntly, 'and you know how to use yours.' 

"I think his naive country earthiness was part of his charm, part of the 
something that had turned me on to him in the first place. Ray had obviously 
not mixed with city people much. He hadn't had the opportunity, but growing 
up in the country he had certainly had his share of sex, but not the more 
sophisticated varieties I introduced him to as the weeks went by. 

"It was about a week after our initial encounter that he told me he wanted 
to screw me in the ass. "I thought you liked a blow job better than 
fucking," I said, remembering his words after our first night together. He 
said he did, but at that moment he felt like screwing. I was not averse to 
this activity. Jim had had anal intercourse with me a couple of times and I 
had enjoyed it. I was wondering whether I could accommodate Ray, however, 
considering his size. There was only one way to find out. 

"He went to the bathroom and got some vaseline. "Here, grease me up," he 
said with a grin, laying back. He was soft at this time, so to get him hard 
I went down and sucked him until he was like a poker. Then I got the 
vaseline and smeared it all over his shaft, starting at the base and moving 
up to that lovely big head. 

"As my fingers reached the top he groaned and told me how wonderful my hands 
felt on his cock. I laughed and said maybe he wanted me to jack him off but 
he said no, he wanted to stick it in my ass, so, after he was thoroughly 
greased, I lay down on my stomach and he climbed on, letting his member 
slide between my buttocks. I felt it against my anus as he slowly pushed, 
trying to gain entrance. I tried to relax, but found his size too much. 
"Come on, relax," he said, leaning forward and grabbing my shoulders while 
his body lay full-length on my back. I tried, but he was too big. I told him 
to get off, and I rolled over on my back and lifted my feet in the air. "Try 
it this way," I said. 

"He came forward, and tried again. This time I felt his glans enter my anus 
and slowly push forward. At first I thought my ass-hole would be ripped 
apart, but once his cock was in it felt good. Soon he was pulling it out and 
pushing it in. At the same time, he put a hand on my cunt and began 
fingering me. That made all the difference, as I was being titillated front 
and rear. The sensation was exceptional. I felt his rod deep inside my body, 
and the friction on my sphincter gave me a pleasing feeling all through my 
loins. The massaging of my clitoris combined with the anal eroticism 
provided me with a pleasure I had never gotten from ordinary vaginal 
penetration. I asked him if he felt good, and he told me it was great. 

"The more he fucked me the more I relaxed, until his cock was sliding quite 
easily in and out of my ass-hole. I looked at him, watching his prick as it 
entered me. It was a good feeling, and I loved to watch it. It gave me a 
deep sense of satisfaction that I was able to take that big member up my ass 
and give him pleasure. He was a sight, his body tensed, his muscles rippling 
all over, his hips stiffening, as he rammed himself in and rotated his organ 
inside me to get the ultimate sensuality out of his actions. 

"His movements became faster and I knew he had started that joyful ride 
home. I felt myself reaching a peak, too, and told him to masturbate me 
quicker. He pushed his hand in and almost got it all inside me. It was the 
most erotic feeling I'd ever had. Then he started groaning, and he rammed 
his cock all the way home. His balls slapped against my ass and I felt him 
shudder and discharge inside me. At the same time, I cried out as my body 
quivered with orgasm, and then we collapsed on the bed. He pulled his cock 
out, and lay next to me, gasping, and breathing heavily. The sweat was 
pouring out of us, and we rested awhile before he put his arm across me and 
touched my breasts. "That was great," he told me. I nodded. "Come on," I 
said. "Let's take a shower and clean up. There's time for another one before 
Jim gets home.' 

"We went into the bathroom and I ran the tub full of water and we both 
climbed in. Ray sat down and I soaped his back and then his front. He lay 
back while my hands rubbed the soapy lather into the hair on his chest, down 
across his stomach, and to his crotch, rubbing his prick and balls, and 
massaging them gently. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations. His 
penis was only half hard, but I enjoyed it just as much as when it was fully 
hard. I love playing with a man's organ, and, more than that, having it in 
my mouth. 

"I rinsed off the soap and went down on him, sucking him gently, up and 
down. Then he lifted his ass out of the water and I slid my tongue under his 
balls, between his buttocks, and found his anus. It was tight and firm, and 
my tongue caressed it, licking it around and exploring the crevice. He 
moaned in delight, saying this was the best yet. I sucked on his ass-hole 
while my hands played with his cock, which now had gotten very hard, and was 
sticking up in the air, glistening in the light. The wetness was still on 
it, making the head look even redder and more appealing. 

"He told me he'd come if I didn't stop, so I did, and stood in front of him 
while he knelt before me and started licking my cunt. He kissed my thighs 
and ran his tongue up and down the inside of my legs, right up to my crotch. 
Then, with a rush, his mouth closed over my orifice and I felt his tongue 
probe inside me. His hands moved up my body, seized my breasts, and played 
with the nipples as he tongued my cunt. 

"I was standing there with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, when I 
heard the doorbell. I froze for a second, and then without hesitation I 
stepped quickly out of the tub. "You stay here," I said quietly, reaching 
for a towel. "I'll see who it is.' I dried myself quickly, put on my robe, 
which was hanging behind the bathroom door, and went to the front door. "Who 
is it?" I asked, and a voice answered, 'it's me, Maisie.' 

"I breathed a sigh of relief. I had thought for a moment it was Jim. I 
unlatched the chain and opened the door a fraction. "What is it, Maisie?" I 
asked, and she told me she wanted to borrow some flour. Maisie is our 
neighbor across the street. I told her I was fresh out, and to go downstairs 
to the restaurant and ask Jim to let her have some. "I'm in bed," I told 
her. "I'm real tired tonight.' 

"Maisie left, and I was so eager to get back to the bathroom that I forgot 
to put the chain latch on again. I took off my robe and climbed back into 
the tub. Ray was laying there, still with a hard-on, playing with it gently. 
He grinned up at me. "I was keeping it ready for you," he said. I looked 
down at him, marveling again at the beauty of his young, muscular body, and 
that erect prick between his legs, promising many moments of delight for me. 
Country boy or not, Ray was a good hunk of man for any woman. 

"I climbed back into the tub and knelt down in front of him, taking his 
penis in my hands. 

Holding it firmly, I lowered my mouth to it, licking the end quickly with 
the tip of my tongue. I felt for the cockslit and caressed it, which made 
him squirm. Then with a rush I let my mouth take it all, right down to the 
balls, feeling the head hit the back of my throat and lodge there, throbbing 
with passion. Keeping his cock all the way in, I pushed my tongue out and 
managed to lick his sac. I lifted his balls up with my hand and licked them 
with my tongue, back and forth quickly. I shoved my hand under the water, 
found his ass-hole, pushed a finger in and rotated it inside, massaging the 
hard cord of his cock from inside his body while my mouth held him outside, 
my tongue adding to his delight. I rubbed my own thighs together and felt 
the sensations flood my cunt. The warm water on our bodies only added to our 
sensual feelings, and my eyes took in his body, stretched out ahead of mine, 
rippling and glistening in the soapy water, a beautiful sight that added to 
my excitement. 

"I forgot everything at that moment. To me there was only one thing that 
mattered: Ray, and his complete satisfaction, which at the same time, meant 
my own. I was lost in a world of utter sensuality, and after being without 
such release for so long I felt I had finally reached heaven. I never 
thought of Jim for a second. My whole being was concentrated on this virile 
young man, blending his body with mine. As I felt his cock throbbing and 
expanding in my mouth I knew that he would reach orgasm soon, and I wanted 
this climax to be delayed, to make this moment last longer, because there 
would not be time to start another sex session that night. So I lifted my 
head and told Ray we should dry off and go back to the bed and finish our 
sex there. 

"We dried off, and a few minutes later I was in his arms on the bed, his 
tongue in my mouth, his hands feeling me up, across my body, touching my 
breasts and my cunt, my ass, everywhere. His hands went wild and I knew that 
he was really hot, ready to achieve the ultimate in sex with me that night. 
He threw me on my stomach and started kissing my back, down to my buttocks. 
He spread them apart, and I felt his tongue slide down the crack to my anus 
and start sucking. I lifted my ass so he could get in better, and while he 
mouthed my ass-hole his fingers played with my cunt, pushing in as far as 
they could, playing with my clitoris and massaging the sides of my orifice. 
The sensation was delicious. I closed my eyes and let pure sensation take 
over. I lifted my shoulders and bent my head so that I was looking between 
my legs, watching his face at my ass, and, beyond that, his trim body, with 
his big cock hanging down, swaying back and forth with his balls as he 
moved. 

"The sight of his penis made my mouth water, I rolled over and told him to 
sit on my stomach and push his cock between my tits. As it came forward 
towards my mouth, I opened my lips and took it. His hands bunched my breasts 
together, making a soft passage for his cock to slide between. It was 
slippery from my saliva and it slid through easily. He looked down at me, 
and I watched his cock as it approached and then entered my mouth. My tongue 
caressed it, then licked the end as it slid back out between my tits, back 
and forth, as he fucked me slowly. I knew he was loving every second of it, 
just as I was. 

"Much as I would have loved him to come in my mouth like that, he said he 
wanted to fuck my cunt, so he slid his body down. His penis dragged across 
my stomach and landed right in my pubic hair, its end twitching, ready to 
plunge home into my vagina. "Slowly, Ray, slowly," I begged him. "I want to 
feel it a long time.' Gently, he pushed his shaft until it slid in, inch by 
inch, until it was all in, and we were joined cock to cunt, throbbing 
together in a culmination of passion. He began kissing my tits, rubbing his 
tongue over my nipples. I reached across his broad back and touched his 
buttocks, pushing my fingers between. My finger found his anus and I wiggled 
it inside. I could feel the hardness of his cock within his body, and I 
massaged it. 

"He pumped away, slowly pushing his magnificent organ in and out of me, 
while my finger added to his pleasure and my body trembled with the fingers 
of fire that danced over my every nerve. His head came down and kissed me 
and our tongues caressed each other, sucking our lips, rubbing the insides 
of our mouths. We tried to join our bodies at every possible point, reaching 
the ultimate in sensual ecstasy. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around 
his waist, allowing him even deeper penetration of my vagina. With every 
thrust I felt his balls swing against my ass, rubbing and caressing my skin. 
I took my hand away from his anus and grabbed his sac, holding on to it, 
playing with his testicles as he was fucking me. As he lunged forward I held 
on, stretching them, digging in with my nails, knowing that this only added 
to his enjoyment. 

"I loved the feel of those round circles of joy from which his seed sprang. 
I loved holding them in my fingers, knowing that here was the source of all 
the come that he was depositing within me. My own juices were flowing, 
giving him ease of entry, and I could feel them trickling down out of my 
cunt and between my legs, adding that musky odor to our activity, exciting 
us all the more. 

"This was, without doubt, the best moment we had enjoyed together since we 
began our affair. All our inhibitions were gone, and there was no thought in 
our minds other than the complete giving over to pleasure. For me, it was a 
delight stemming from the beauty of his body and the size of his cock, which 
was now ramming in and out of my cunt, giving me the ecstasy that my 
marriage had never afforded me. Even my most passionate moments with my 
husband could never compare with what I was feeling at that moment with Ray. 
He was young and virile, and he was doing all that a man can do with a 
woman. I loved it, every great throbbing inch of the prick that was buried 
in my cunt. I forgot the disappointments of the past, the miseries I had had 
on occasion. Everything disappeared in a cloud of joy. Finally I had a man 
in me who satisfied my every yearning, and though at the back of my mind I 
knew it was a fleeting thing, I felt sure it would be a memory that would 
carry me through the lonely moments when Ray was no longer part of my life. 

"Ray continued pounding his cock into me, and our bodies streamed with 
sweat. My breasts were rolling from side to side as we wriggled and pushed 
together, and my legs gripped him vise-like. I could feel the muscles in his 
back stiffen as he lunged forward. His arms were knotted from holding on to 
me, and the sight of his strength gave me added excitement and inspiration. 

"I could feel the rising climax within me, and I knew that Ray could not 
possibly hold back much longer. The pressures of my vagina on his penis were 
more than any man could stand, together with the incredible thrills that we 
felt and shared in this moment of ultimate ecstasy. He gasped, 'I think I'm 
coming soon...' and I told him I was almost there myself. "Stop a moment," I 
said. "Let's make it last.' He shook his head. "I can't," he murmured. "I 
want to come. I want to shoot in you. Now ... now ... . " Then he lunged 
forward with such force that the bed rocked beneath us. I felt his cock 
inside me, throbbing and pulsating, and it seemed to thicken as it spurted 
out its load into my vagina, hot flushes of liquid that joined with my own 
in a glorious pinnacle of fucking. His hands gripped me so hard I almost 
cried out from the pain, but at that moment nothing mattered but our orgasm. 
He pumped, on and on even when he was through shooting, pushing his cock in 
and out until it started to soften. Then he collapsed. 

"I unwound my legs and he sat back on his haunches. His prick slid out of me 
and hung between his legs. It was red almost all over from the exertion and 
the fucking, but it still looked like the most beautiful piece of meat I'd 
ever seen. He stared down at me and grinned. I knew he was more than 
satisfied and he told me so. "That was the best we've ever had.' he said. I 
nodded and gently fondled his cock. 

"He lay down next to me and we lit cigarettes and relaxed, glowing all over 
from the warmth that our bodies had generated. It was a wonderfully peaceful 
moment, and we did not speak. My eyes caressed his body, and he was looking 
over me. I knew we were enjoying just the sight of our nakedness, side by 
side. 

"To me, it was the most wonderful moment I'd ever had, so when I heard the 
front door click open, at first I didn't believe it. Ray's eyes opened wide 
and he stared at me. We both knew what was happening and who it was. "You 
didn't lock the dor," Ray whispered. "Jeez...' I was off the bed in a 
second, and reaching for my pajamas. At that moment, Jim walked into the 
room. He looked over, and when he saw us together there it was as though a 
bullet had gone through him. He was transfixed, not believing his eyes. I 
stared at him, and there was nothing any of us could say or do to alter the 
situation. I struggled into my pajamas, and then Jim was across the room, 
fire in his eyes, words spilling from his lips that I had never heard him 
utter in all the years we had been married. His fist lashed out and I felt 
it connect. The next thing I knew, I was sprawled on the floor. Ray had 
leaped off the bed, and he and Jim were fighting. Jim was powerful, but Ray 
was no baby and the two men were locked in violent combat. I guess if I'd 
had any sense of humor at that moment I'd have started laughing, seeing Jim, 
fully clothed, and Ray, stark naked, exchanging blows. But there wasn't 
anything funny about it, and we all knew it. But most of all I knew it was 
the end of my affair with Ray. I had no way of knowing what would happen 
then between Jim and me." 

The psychiatrist heard all of Theresa's story and then talked with Jim. A 
careful analysis disclosed to both husband and wife the fact that marriage 
demands mutual enjoyment of all its aspects, including sex, and Jim's 
neglect of his wife's sensual nature had precipitated the affair with the 
younger man. Theresa admitted that this did not justify her actions, but it 
had happened nevertheless. The only way to preclude a repetition would be 
stronger attentions from her husband. Jim realized that if he wanted to hold 
on to his wife he had better fulfill his obligations in bed. The 
psychiatrist advised him to forget the incident and chalk it up to 
experience. For every action there is always a reason, and 

Jim finally agreed that he had been lacking. He forgave Theresa, and they 
proceeded, hoping that things would improve. Jim made an effort, and decided 
to take two weeks off to go away with Theresa and start afresh. Their two 
weeks gave them complete freedom from their business and enabled them to 
reactivate their sex lives to the point that both were satisfied and happy 
with each other. 

MY AUNT THE SWINGER 

"I hadn't seen Aunt Susan in seven years. I was only fourteen then and I 
thought she was pretty hot stuff. She sang and played piano in clubs, and by 
the time I visited her she was a permanent fixture at this bar in Las Vegas, 
and had improved, if that were possible, in looks. But what got me was her 
boyfriend. He lived in one of those nudie apartment complexes where everyone 
swam without s w i m s u i t s and lay around bare-ass in the sun. I went 
with her that first day, and didn't want to be chicken, so I lay out there, 
too, but it sure was a problem not to get a hard-on with all those groovy 
chicks around the pool showing everything they had. 

"Aunt Susan's boyfriend was a real cool cat, and he asked me if I wanted to 
make a threesome with her. I knew if I said no I'd feel like a kid or 
something, so I agreed, but I didn't know what the hell would happen, or who 
did what. So Ed (her boyfriend) and I went up to her apartment overlooking 
the pool and had a party. 

"My aunt told me to call her Susan, because my calling her aunt made her 
feel old, and she said that thirty-five wasn't old. She had a real cool 
body, trim and slender, with big tits. I'd always liked big tits, and the 
chicks I'd balled in college had all been well stacked. I guess with sex, 
the more you have to offer, the better. I know Ed felt that way, because he 
remarked that I didn't have to be ashamed of what I had between my legs. He 
didn't have to be either, for that matter. His cock and mine were both a 
pretty good size. I wondered which one would get to Susan first. 

"We climbed onto the bed and Susan started messing around with both of us at 
the same time, one hand on each cock. She looked at me with a smile, and 
asked me if I felt strange. I told her no, but inside I did feel a little 
funny having my own aunt play with my prick. She told me not to feel 
awkward, but just to relax. Ed laughed. He was around forty, I guess, but 
with a good build, and very handsome. He was a dealer at one of the casinos, 
and had been going steady with Susan for about a year. I wondered why they 
didn't just live together, but I didn't bother to ask. I knew they had 
fucked because they both had that real easy manner that people get after 
they're used to each other in bed. I wondered about Ed, really, because he 
wanted to watch Susan fuck me. I'd heard about people like that before. 

"She got us both hard, and then she went down on me, closing her lips around 
my cock and sucking like crazy. It felt real good, and I leaned back and 
watched her. Ed was playing with his own cock and watching. I was 
circumcised but he wasn't, and he pulled his skin back and forth over the 
end of his prick, which was long and thin with a flat head on it. I had a 
thicker cock and Susan remarked about this, telling Ed I was competition for 
him. He didn't seem to mind this remark and said as far as he was concerned 
a cock was a cock, irrespective. Anyway, I couldn't have cared less at that 
point because Susan was sucking me, making me feel like I was floating ten 
feet up. She sure knew what she was doing. Her fingers were playing with my 
balls, and the sensation was better than with any chick I'd ever balled 
before. 

"I started moving my hips, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth. I guess 
she thought I was ready to come, because she stopped. "Your turn," she said, 
spreading her legs. "Don't you want to eat me?" She had a nice thin little 
snatch and so I went down, spread her labia apart with my hands, and pushed 
my mouth forward. I heard her say something to Ed, and the next moment he 
was lying down next to me, spreading her ass and licking her anus. By this 
time I couldn't care what he did, or what happened. I was wrapped up in the 
excitement of the moment. 

"The way Ed and I were lying, our hips were opposite each other and our 
erect penises almost touching. Susan reached down, pulled them together, 
side by side, and began rubbing them gently. Ed's foreskin afforded plenty 
of movement, and it sure felt good. Susan spat in her hand, and this saliva 
gave us added lubrication. It felt almost better than fucking, having her 
hands rubbing my cock against his. I could feel our heads rubbing, that real 
sensitive spot underneath the glans, and my whole body began trembling with 
sensuality. I went on licking Susan's cunt, and, finding her clitoris, began 
nibbling on that with my teeth. I could see Ed's tongue going like mad 
around her ass-hole at the same time, and I knew she was feeling good. She 
began moaning and twisting her hips, and I could taste her juices coming out 
of her slit. Ed was making little sounds in his throat that obviously told 
us he was enjoying it. 

"I thought I would come any minute and pulled my cock away from Susan's 
hand. She laughed. "About to pop your nuts?" she asked teasingly. "Maybe 
you'd better.' 'Let him fuck you," said Ed. "With that cock of his, it'll be 
good watching.' So she lay down on her side and lifted her legs. "Come on, 
Les," she said. "Sock it to me.' I lay next to her and pushed my cock until 
the head was at the opening of her vagina. Ed leaned forward to get a good 
view, masturbating himself at the same time. I fell on top of her and pushed 
my prick all the way home. Susan squirmed and let out a gasp. "Jeez, that's 
great," she said. "Fuck me, Les. Fuck me good.' I began pumping in and out, 
while I kissed her tits. I nibbled on her nipples and she twisted her hips, 
making her cunt contract and give my cock even more sensation. She wasn't 
the tightest pussy I'd fucked, but she was fine. Ed was watching all the 
time, and then I felt him scoot down behind me. His hands went to my ass and 
spread my buttocks. Next thing, I felt his tongue on my ass-hole, sucking 
and licking. It was the wildest sensation ever. He licked and sucked until 
my anus relaxed and I felt the tip of his tongue going in and out. 

"I was busy concentrating on Susan, and didn't notice that Ed had risen on 
his haunches and was pushing his cock between my buttocks, but as soon as 
the head of it pushed into my anus I was aware that he was trying to fuck 
me. "Cut it out," I said, and they both laughed. "Easy, baby," he said. This 
doesn't hurt a bit if you relax.' He pushed gently, and for the first time I 
had a man's cock up my ass. It slid in quite easily, and once it was inside 
I felt the most incredible sensations, as though the ecstasy from my penis 
had been doubled. I was being massaged from the inside at the same time as I 
was fucking on the outside, pushing my cock deep inside Susan in rhythm with 
Ed's screwing me in the ass. 

"I was too wrapped up in the sensuality of the moment to question too deeply 
what was happening. If Ed liked to fuck me, and he was able to, all I had to 
do was enjoy it, and I did. I had often thought of the act, but had never 
indulged. Now I knew why some people enjoyed it. It felt real good, 
especially as I was screwing a broad at the same time. I felt a greater 
thrill than I ever had before starting deep inside, and I knew I was going 
to come. I bit on Susan's tits real hard and she cried out. Then I felt my 
cock expand within her and I ejaculated, load after load into her. As I 
climaxed, I knew my ass was contracting, and this must have made Ed pop his 
cork. He moaned out loud and plunged his rod into me. "I'm there! I'm 
there!' he shouted, and we all thrashed together on the bed, rocking to the 
rhythm of three fucks at the same time. I can never describe how I felt. It 
wps better than anything I'd ever enjoyed before." 

Susan Harris began her singing career in Atlantic City and slowly worked her 
way across the country until she made one of the better lounges in Las 
Vegas. Her easy style and good rapport with the customers soon made her a 
permanent fixture behind the piano in the South Seas Room, where she became 
as big a draw as the one-armed bandits in that city. 

A highly ambitious woman, Susan had never seriously considered marriage, and 
as a result had remained single, with an occasional affair to satisfy her 
naturally sensuous nature. 

After her first year's contract in Las Vegas was renewed, she decided to 
settle down there, at least for the next few years, and she began an affair 
with Ed Snowden, who worked in one of the casinos and lived in an apartment 
complex where nude bathing was the rule at the pool. Susan spent many hours 
over at Ed's, and the free and easy atmosphere and sexual laxity of the 
occupants soon drew her into a promiscuous life where she indulged in sex 
not only with Ed, but with others at the apartment complex. Ed enjoyed sex 
of any kind, and the more the merrier as far as his tastes were concerned. 
He received as much enjoyment out of visual participation, and Susan's lack 
of inhibition lent itself to the threesomes and foursomes that often 
occurred among the residents. 

Susan's only sister, Phyllis, had married early in life, and when her only 
son, Leslie, was about ten the family moved to Phoenix, Arizona, where 
Phyllis' husband got a very good position with an accounting firm. 

As Susan settled down in Las Vegas, she made occasional trips to Phoenix to 
visit Phyllis, and enjoyed the congenial family atmosphere of her sister's 
home. She found a ready fan in her nephew, Leslie, who looked upon his aunt 
as a big star. When Leslie was fourteen, Phyllis took him to Vegas and they 
spent an evening at the piano bar, listening to Susan. Leslie was entranced 
and went back to Phoenix filled with adoration for his aunt, who was not 
only very talented, but very attractive. 

Leslie graduated from high school and was sent East to college, and only 
after his twentieth birthday did he have the opportunity to visit his aunt 
again. Phyllis suggested that he spend a couple of weeks in Las Vegas taking 
in the sights and staying with Susan. Leslie was most enthused over the 
idea, knowing that he would have a different appreciation of the town now 
that he was no longer a child. 

Leslie had indulged in sex with several girls in the East and was aware that 
his good looks provided him with a ready passport to a young lady's 
affections. He looked forward to his stay in Las Vegas and hoped there would 
be the opportunity to find himself a girl or two. He had no idea that his 
first sexual encounter would be with his own aunt and her boyfriend. 

Leslie arrived, and was even more taken with Susan than he had been six 
years before. Susan was extremely lovely, and her free and easy attitude 
struck a responsive chord in Leslie. She took him over to Ed's apartment and 
they went out by the pool to swim and sunbathe. The nudity was a little 
strange at first, and Leslie found himself getting stimulated by the girls 
lying around without their clothes, including his aunt, whose body was in 
great shape. The scene had its effect upon him, and although he did not 
become fully aroused his sex organ enlarged enough for Ed and Susan to 
notice, and admire inwardly. 

Ed, perhaps a little more libidinous than most, suggested to Leslie that 
they have a threesome. Leslie was taken aback, but did not wish to appear 
juvenile, and agreed. They retired to the apartment, where Susan fellated 
her nephew and allowed him to have intercourse with her. While on top of his 
aunt Leslie was impaled by Ed, who enjoyed anal as well as vaginal 
encounters. Leslie had never experienced this before, and found himself 
enjoying the erotic sensations. 

After the initial experience, Leslie found his inhibitions, such as they 
were, no longer a barrier to frequent sex episodes with Susan, who sometimes 
included Ed, sometimes not, depending on her mood. She taught her nephew 
many new procedures in sex, and after the first week Leslie was anticipating 
staying longer than the scheduled two weeks with his aunt. 

However, one night, as Susan and Leslie were in bed having sex, there was a 
ring at the door. Susan, thinking it was Ed, went to the door in the nude, 
leaving Leslie in bed. Instead of her boyfriend, Susan saw her sister, 
Phyllis, standing there. She said she'd decided to come over and join her 
son for a few days and then travel back with him. Before Susan could stop 
her, she entered the apartment. The sight of her sister in the nude did not 
disturb her, but when Leslie wandered out of the bedroom stark naked and 
with an erection, Phyllis realized that something unusual was going on. 

She accused Susan of leading Leslie astray, and gave her son a violent 
tongue-lashing. She insisted Leslie get dressed and join her at a motel. 
They returned home to Phoenix the following day after Phyllis and Susan had 
a parting of the ways, with Phyllis accusing her sister of being a 
degenerate. 

Back home in Phoenix, Phyllis discussed the matter with her husband, who 
agreed that it was not the most pleasant episode but secretly thought it 
rather amusing, though he did not share this reaction with his wife. He 
pointed out to her that Leslie was twenty years old and had obviously been 
going with girls for some time. He was a man, not a child. 

Phyllis, however, insisted that there had to be something wrong with their 
son for him to agree to such actions with his aunt, and wanted Leslie to see 
a psychiatrist. 

Leslie was confronted by his parents and they all discussed the matter in 
detail. Leslie admitted that it might not be the most morally acceptable 
behavior, but after he related the circumstances of his first encounter with 
Susan and Ed his parents realized that it had been a case of out and out 
seduction by Susan and her boyfriend. Leslie argued that if his mother had 
walked in and found him in bed with a girl there would have been nothing 
more to it, but because it happened to be his aunt this made the difference. 
He did not see that it made any difference. He had not seen his aunt in six 
years. To him, she was a very attractive woman who desired relations with 
him, so why not? 

Leslie's father was anxious to let the episode be forgotten but Phyllis grew 
more and more intense in her desire for Leslie to go to a psychiatrist. She 
claimed that he had a morally loose outlook, that he needed therapy to 
straighten him out and give him a normal attitude before he turned into a 
pervert. 

Phyllis' hysteria stemmed greatly from her own rather narrow outlook. Her 
relations with her husband had been adequate, but rather out of necessity 
than sensual desire. Un-like Susan, Phyllis had been rather withdrawn, and 
in the area of sex definitely on the frigid side. She had witnessed her 
parents having sex one night and the apparent violence and moaning involved 
gave her an "antipathy to the act. She was only ten at that time, and by the 
time she reached puberty she was frankly terrified of the opposite sex. It 
was only due to a very gentle and understanding boyfriend that she was able, 
at the age of eighteen, to have intercourse for the first time, after which 
her attitude mellowed slightly. Phyllis still retained a hesitancy in her 
approach to sex. After her wedding, her husband, a normally passionate man, 
found his wife almost unwilling, and only over a period of months was he 
able to get her to relax to the point where they both enjoyed relations 
together. 

The birth of their son was a difficult one, and after this Phyllis refused 
to have any more children. Despite their lack of regular sexual intercourse, 
Phyllis and her husband maintained a relatively happy union. The subject of 
sex was not a major issue in their relationship. 

However, Phyllis' attachment to her only son was a strong one. She had 
always felt overly protective towards him. During his teen years she did not 
object to his girl friends, but made it quite clear that he had to be home 
at a respectable hour. It was only when Leslie went East to college that his 
sex life really blossomed into what his normal instincts dictated. 

Phyllis' discovery of his affair with his aunt was the most shocking 
revelation to her, and it brought back all the trauma she had experienced 
over sex in her early years. She felt that her son had been defiled, and was 
in danger of being perverted into a sex maniac through a loose attitude 
towards a subject which she felt should be held sacred. 

Her arguments continued, and despite her husband's more rational and 
realistic acceptance of Leslie's actions, Phyllis adamantly held to her 
opinions. She stated that she would not allow her son to continue his 
schooling in the East unless he agreed to visit a psychiatrist. 

Finally, Leslie agreed, feeling that if this is what it would take to 
placate his mother, it was little enough to endure. Phyllis made an 
appointment and Leslie attended several sessions at which the psychiatrist 
had him relate his background in detail together with all aspects of his sex 
life to date. 

"It was difficult for me to have any sort of sex life when I was real young. 
I mean, just after I reached puberty, because mother was always on my back 
about not getting involved with girls. She's always had this hang-up about 
sex. I could sense it with my father, although we had never discussed it. 
But you know when your parents make little comments between themselves, 
thinking you don't know what they're talking about. But kids are pretty 
smart. At least I think I was, and I sensed that my father wasn't getting 
all he should have from my mother as far as sex was concerned. She was 
always talking to me about how loose some girls are, and how boys can get 
into trouble ... talk like that. I was only fourteen when I got my first 
piece of tail, and I was scared to death that my mother would find out. 
There was no way she could have, but I still was scared. 

I knew I was able to come because I had my first orgasm when I was about 
thirteen. A friend and I were messing around in the showers one day and we 
both got hard-ons. I think he was kidding me because my cock was bigger'n 
his and he grabbed it. By the time we were through he had jacked me off and 
I had shot all over the floor of the shower. It was the first time ever and 
I was real proud of myself. After that, I would masturbate in the bathroom 
every night, always taking a picture of a girl to look at while I did it. 
Then I met this girl at school, and she thought I was pretty groovy. She 
told me she thought I would be fun to kiss, so one afternoon after school we 
went out together, way out on the edge of town where there are lots of 
trees. We found a spot real private and we lay down and started necking. I 
got real hot and hard and she felt my cock. She remarked that it felt bigger 
than some of the other guys and then I knew that she'd been messing around 
already and knew what to do. I didn't let her know that I hadn't ever had 
anything to do with a girl. I just lay back and let her play with it. She 
took it out of my pants and examined it all over, telling me how nice it 
looked and everything. I reached over and touched her leg, and before I 
could do much more she had dropped her panties and was showing me her twat. 
It was the first time I'd seen one real close and I almost came right then. 
It was nice and smooth, with not much hair on it, and it was oozing juices. 
She told me to stick my cock in. She lay back and spread her legs and I 
climbed on her. I was trembling all over as I felt the head of my dick touch 
her skin and slide all the way in. She squealed and twisted her hips and 
said it was so big it hurt her, but by this time I'd started coming. I shot 
in her, and then went soft and pulled out. She giggled and said it felt 
good, that she was just crying out because she had read in a magazine that 
girls should always cry out to make a man think they've got a real big 
prick. But then she assured me that I really did have a big one. That made 
me feel good. 

"I used to screw her quite often after that, whenever we had the chance, and 
after the next couple of times I wasn't so nervous about it. We took our 
time and it really was great. But then her family moved away and I found I 
didn't have a sex partner any longer. I tried to start something up with 
other girls, but it was about six months before I found one who would do 
anything with me, and she wasn't nearly as willing as the first one. 

"Anyway, by this time I was getting really interested in my school work, and 
was studying hard, so I sort of lost interest in sex for a while. It was 
only when I graduated and went East to college that I started screwing 
around again. The first girl I went with was named Betsy, and she was from 
New York. A real good looker, with big tits and a great figure. She started 
talking to me in our English class, and came back to my room to study. We 
studied about a half hour and then I tried to kiss her. She said she had 
really wanted to do that all along because she thought I was the 
best-looking guy in the class. It took us about five seconds to take off our 
clothes, and then we lay down on my bed and I banged her right away. I guess 
I was so anxious I forgot about all the preliminaries. She said she hadn't 
come, so she sucked me until I got hard and then she told me to fuck her 
again so she could reach a climax. That second time was real groovy. I must 
have screwed her for about a half hour before I came again, and by this time 
she had come, clawing my back and screaming, telling me how great it was, 
and that she loved me, and all that crap. I think that was when I began 
realizing that the second time is often the best. You don't come so quick, 
and you can enjoy the sensations without worrying about the climax. 

"Betsy and I used to screw quite often after that, and she always said she 
was in love with me, but I didn't want to get emotionally involved. Besides, 
I knew I wasn't in love with her. She was merely someone to bang and that 
was all. A chick has to really have something more than just sex to make me 
feel I'd fall in love with her. I've never really been in love, I guess, 
although I've often wondered if I ever will be. I guess when it happens it 
will really hit me hard. But until then, I'll be just as happy fucking. 

"Which is probably why I grooved on the scene with my aunt. I had never gone 
with a woman that old before, and if she weren't such a good looker I guess 
I'd have never done it more than the first time. But Susan is a real 
humc-ger. She turned me on all right. You see, I Y "d only remembered her 
from when I was fourteen, and at that time I never even dreamed a thing 
sexual between us. She was my mother's sister. She was my aunt. That meant 
she was an older person, and even though she was very glamorous and sang in 
a big Las Vegas nightclub that still didn't mean she was someone I could 
screw. She was someone I admired, looked up to, worshipped, if you want to 
call it that. But that first day after I arrived there for the vacation I 
must admit I looked at her in a different light. I wasn't fourteen any more. 
I was twenty. I had had plenty of screwing by this time and I felt a little 
surer of myself. I'd had many chicks tell me I was good in bed, and that I 
had a nice big cock. I personally don't think it's that big because I've 
seen guys with larger ones. But it's the results that count, and every chick 
I laid at school always came back for more. That made me feel good, made me 
realize that I could pick and choose. 

"The first few hours after my arrival in Las Vegas, to visit my aunt, she 
asked me if I'd like to come over and swim at her boyfriend's place. She 
warned me that it was one of those apartment complexes where everyone lay 
around the pool nude, and asked me if I had anything against that. I didn't 
want to appear chicken so I told her no, there was nothing wrong with a bare 
ass. She laughed at that. "You'll see plenty over there," she told me, 
'including mine.' I told her if it looked as good as the rest of her, it 
should be really something. I remember she looked at me with an odd 
expression. "I think my little nephew has grown up," she said, 'and grown up 
into a real handsome guy, too.' She let it go at that, and we got in her car 
and drove over to Ed's place. 

"I met Ed and liked him right away, and I knew he liked me. He put his arm 
around my shoulders and asked me if I minded that he and my aunt were 
lovers. I told him it was none of my business, and that kinda settled that. 
Then he said we'd better go out to the pool. 

"Susan went into the bedroom, took off her clothes, and came back out. Ed 
and I had dropped our clothes in the living room by this time. I felt a 
little strange at first, but Ed made me feel right at home. I couldn't help 
noticing that he looked hard at me as I disrobed. And when I finally took 
off my shorts he whistled. "Wow, you've got something to match me," he said, 
and grinned. I looked at his cock and realized what he meant. We were both 
about the same size, only I seemed to be a little thicker, and I was 
circumcised, he wasn't. I guess his extra skin made him look bigger than he 
really was. Then Susan walked in, and I had to control myself not to start 
getting hard. She had a wonderful figure, real big tits, slender waist, and 
broad hips. It didn't look like there was an ounce of fat anywhere. Real 
groovy. Ed grinned as he saw my reaction. "Okay, Les," he said. "Just keep 
your pecker down. At least for now.' We all laughed, and walked out to the 
pool. That was when I really had to fight for control. 

"There must have been about ten chicks out there, each one bare-ass naked, 
each one stacked like a Playboy centerfold. They all lay around, sunning, 
talking with each other. A couple of them had boyfriends who were young and 
well-built, and with a good piece of meat between their legs. It struck me 
that all the men there must have been chosen as boyfriends because of their 
physiques and penis size. 

"Ed grabbed three lounge chairs, and we spread our towels and lay down. I 
couldn't help noticing that Susan and Ed both stared at my crotch more than 
once and then exchanged glances. I had begun to get hard, but not fully. I 
guess I had a half-hard. My prick was still soft and lying down, but it was 
thicker than normal. I felt that one touch or thought and it would spring up 
in a flash, so I purposely closed my eyes and lay back in the sun. 

"Ed was lying next to me, Susan on the other side of him. His leg moved over 
and nudged me. 

"You're not falling asleep, are you?" he asked. 

"I told him no, I wanted to relax after my trip from Phoenix. 

"You're missing all the scenery," he said in a joking tone. 

"I'd better miss it until I get used to it," I replied. "Otherwise there's 
going to be rape by the pool.' 

"I heard Susan laugh as she overheard this remark. "I don't think Leslie's 
the raping kind," she murmured, 'but I'm sure he knows his way around in 
bed.' 

"Ed nudged me again. "Do you?" he asked. 

"Do I what?" I said. 

"Know your way around in bed," he said in a low voice. 

"Of course I do," I told him. "I've been balling chicks at school for longer 
than I can remember.' 

"Ever had a threesome?" he asked cautiously. 

"No, I haven't," I told him. "like to try?" he said. 

"I stared at him, and grinned. "I'll try anything," I said. "Especially now, 
with the mood I'm in.' 

"Ed laughed. "You think you'd like to try with me and Susan?" 

"This really floored me. When he had asked about a threesome, I thought he 
had meant maybe he had two chicks lined up for me. I never imagined it would 
be with him and my aunt. 

"When I didn't answer right away, Susan spoke up, saying that maybe we'd 
better forget it. "You're too anxious, Ed," she said. "I knew you'd like 
him.' Then I realized that Ed must swing both ways ... that he enjoyed both 
men and women, and obviously Susan didn't object. 

This was something new to me because I'd always thought that men like that 
were not as masculine looking as Ed. He was as straight-looking as they 
come. Once, in school, a homosexual had approached me and I put him off 
because I was balling this chick and had no desire for second best. The guy 
was an obvious fairy, and I couldn't see myself going for that. I'd played 
around in the showers at school when I was younger, but since I started 
going with girls I'd had no sex experience with men at all. 

"I was really kinda shook up that Ed wanted sex with me. I immediately 
figured that he had used Susan as bait to get to me, and I really didn't 
know what to say. I didn't want to cause a scene at the pool. Above all, I 
didn't want to upset my aunt on my first day with her. I felt I had only one 
course open: to agree, though I had no idea what would happen or who would 
do what. In a flash, I pictured Ed screwing Susan, but then where would I 
fit in? Unless ... and then I realized that perhaps Susan wanted me and Ed. 
I'd heard about women who liked to have two men at the same time, maybe 
having one fuck her while she sucked the other one. A thousand thoughts ran 
through my mind at that moment, and when Susan spoke up I knew I had to 
quell her putting Ed down. I turned to her, and smiled. 

"I'm game for anything," I said as firmly as I could, 'as long as ... Susan 
is.' I hesitated before calling her by her name without the 'Aunt' before 
it. She grinned. "You realize, Leslie, that this will be our little secret," 
she said. "I know you're a big boy now, but I'd hate for your mother to get 
any ideas that I was leading you astray.' Ed turned to her. "He's not just a 
big boy," he snapped, 'he's a man. Anyone can see that.' 'Okay, okay," she 
said, rising from the chair. "Let's go inside.' 

"As the three of us made our way back into the apartment building, I noticed 
a couple of the guys grinning at Ed. I knew then that everyone knew what was 
going to happen and I felt a little funny, but what the hell ... no one 
there knew I was Susan's nephew, so what difference did it make? And what 
difference should it make, anyway? Even though she was my aunt, she was a 
groovy looking broad, and lots of broads of thirty-five or so will dig a 
young stud, and I was quite willing to be a young stud. My only apprehension 
stemmed from Ed's presence. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but I soon found 
out. After we'd all finished our first go-round I knew that I was in for a 
swinging time in Vegas. I couldn't care less about the casinos or the shows. 
All I looked forward to was sex with Susan, and if Ed joined in, fine, 
because he had showed me something new that I had also enjoyed. 

"Susan had sucked me, I had fucked her, and Ed had fucked me, and we all 
reached a climax, and it was great. We lay on the bed, and as I looked at 
them they both grinned at me, and Ed asked me if I had enjoyed it. I told 
him I had, and he asked me if I'd ever been fucked before. I told him, no, 
but there was always a first time for everything. Susan laughed. "Even a 
first time for screwing your aunt," she said. 

"I don't look on you as my aunt," I told her truthfully, 'You're the most 
beautiful broad I've ever seen.' 

"Ed roared. "Quit that," he said, 'She'll be impossible to live with.' She 
leaned over and tweaked his prick, and he jumped. "Watch it," he said, 'if 
you don't want it, don't hurt it.' 

"I want it," she said, and rolled over so that her head was between his 
legs. 

"Her lips closed around the end of his cock, and started sucking. I watched, 
fascinated. She pulled his foreskin back with her hand and ran her tongue 
around the end of his head. She put the tip of her tongue on the end of it, 
right at the slit, and rubbed her tongue back and forth real fast. Ed had a 
wide cockslit and I could see it open and close each time her tongue passed 
over it. "Eat it, baby, eat it," he breathed, leaning back with his head on 
a pillow, watching her. She took his balls in one hand and rotated them in 
her fingers, while her mouth slid down all the way over his prick. Ed's 
prick was long and thin. It must have entered her throat every time she went 
all the way down. 

"He grabbed her hair and played with it while her head bobbed up and down 
slowly as she took his organ in and out of her mouth. Ed looked at me. "Why 
don't you fuck her in the ass?" he said. "She-likes that.' 'I will when I 
get hard again," I said. I was still soft from my last fuck, and, although I 
was excited at watching her foliate Ed, I still wasn't erect. Ed laughed. 
"Come here, Les," he said. "Bring that big cock over here. I'll get you 
hard.' 

"He reached over and grabbed my leg, pulling me towards him. I moved over, 
thinking he was going to masturbate me, but instead he lowered his head and 
went down on me. I've never had such a sensation. It was even better than 
Susan had done it earlier. If she knew how to suck cock, then Ed was a 
master. His firm jaws closed around my shaft, taking it all in, and his 
tongue felt like ten thousand needles of fire against my skin. He raised up 
a second and looked at me. "Jeez, you got a great cock," he said. "I like 
'em thick like you.' And then he went down again, sucking hard. I felt his 
teeth nibbling on the end, taking the glans and rubbing it back and forth 
between his teeth while the tip of his tongue massaged the end. If I was 
soft when he started, I wasn't soft very long. I felt a surge within me, and 
within seconds it was as hard as a poker in his mouth, throbbing and 
pulsating with excitement. 

"His head came up and down with a practiced movement, his hands played with 
my balls. His finger moved between my buttocks and up my ass, still loose 
from his own cock a while before. I felt it inside me, rubbing my hardness 
from within, while his mouth gave me incredible sensations on the outside. 
Automatically I started moving my hips, pushing my prick as far as I could. 
I felt it hit the back of his throat, and he made little animal moans. 

"All the time, Susan was chewing on his meat, just like a cat playing with a 
mouse, and from the look on her face she was loving every minute of it. I 
watched her, bent over as she concentrated on him, her lovely breasts 
hanging below her body, swaying gently with her movements, the nipples 
brushing the sheets and obviously giving her extra thrills. I wanted to 
reach out and touch them, and I saw no reason not to. 

"My hands closed around them and I felt the wonderful smoothness with the 
little marbles at the end. It excited me even more, and I felt my prick 
practically stretching out of its skin. My jerking became faster, and Ed 
must have realized that I was soon approaching another climax because he 
lifted his head off. "Go on, fuck her ass now," he said. Without a word, and 
without lifting her mouth off Ed's penis, Susan lifted her rear end 
slightly. I moved around so that I could push my hard organ towards her, 
pushing between her smooth ass and feeling the head touch her anus. 

"I was trembling with anticipation. My prick was slippery from Ed's saliva, 
and there was no hesitation on my part. I pushed, and it slid into her all 
the way. She squirmed with pleasure as she felt it go in. "Fuck me good, 
baby," she said, lifting off Ed for a moment to speak, and then descending 
once again on her lover's crotch to take all his meat within her mouth as 
she felt all of mine start pumping her ass. Ed let out a moan. "Jeez, this 
is great," he said, and as I felt his hands on my ass his head came forward 
and his mouth covered my anus, his tongue sliding around my orifice, 
tonguing me and pushing into me while my cock was buried deep in Susan. It 
was a tangled mess of bodies, each one enjoying the other to the limits of 
sensual delights. I was blowing my mind. 

"I put my hands around Susan's body and grabbed her breasts again. One tit 
in each hand, I hung on, pinching and feeling them, pulling at them each 
time I rammed my rod home into her ass-hole. Out of the corner of my eye I 
could see her still fellating Ed, whose body was tensed with his exertions, 
his muscles standing out firmly on his trim body. He licked my ass-hole, and 
then ran his tongue all over my buttocks, up each side and down the crack. 
Then he took my balls in his mouth and sucked them hard, rolling them around 
with his tongue. But he always came back to my anus, which pleased me. 

"By this time, I had realized the wonderful extra pleasure that could be 
felt that way. Up until then I had thought sex was only for the front of the 
body. Now I knew there was double the enjoyment to be had and given with 
this new avenue of sensuality. And Ed sure knew how to do it. He was kissing 
my ass-hole like he was eating an ice cream cone. His fingers held my 
buttocks, caressing them with his fingernails, adding to the shivers that 
flooded over my skin and the ecstasy that went deep into my loins. I was 
feeling prickles of delight up and down my cock as well, each time it 
entered Susan's anus. I pushed it all the way in, then slowly pulled it back 
out until it almost slipped from her sphincter, then rammed it home again. 
As I oushed it forward, Ed would hold my balls, stretching them away from my 
body, which made the skin around my cock as tight as a drum, increasing the 
sensations of Susan's body enclosing my shaft. I could feel her body 
twitching as though she had a mouth inside her, sucking and biting my glans. 

"I felt my orgasm coming but I didn't want to shoot then, so I pushed all 
the way in and held it there, not moving. Ed lifted his face from my 
buttocks. "You gonna come?" he asked. "I am, too. Let's come together. Go, 
Susan. Bite it hard, baby.' 

"He lowered his face to my anus and I heard a slobbery sound as he rammed 
his cock into Susan's mouth. I started fucking again, and this time it felt 
so good, I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. 

"Maybe it was the thought that Ed was going to come at the same time as I 
was ... I don't know. But I went at it, good and hard, feeling the growing 
urge within me, the approach of climax, and then, as I felt Ed's tongue push 
violently into my ass, I rammed home and let my cock stay there, pulsating, 
and it seemed to thicken as I shot load after load into her. Ed could tell I 
was coming, and he licked me quicker and faster, making my ejaculation the 
most spectacular I'd ever experienced. I thought I'd never stop coming. I 
heard Susan making grunting sounds and I could picture her throat distending 
as she took Ed's long thin cock deep within her, his seed spurting over her 
tongue and down into her. 

"The sweat was pouring off our bodies and we finally collapsed. Ed lifted 
his face off my ass and put it under my balls, watching my cock as it slowly 
got soft and slipped out of Susan's anus. He took it in his hand and felt 
it. "Wow, that's a beauty," he said, 'I'd like it up me next time.' 

"I stared at him, and then laughed. "We'd better wait a while," I said, 
'I've already come twice today.' 

"That's okay," he replied, 'Let's go out to the pool and cool off.' 

"Susan sat up, and wiped her mouth. "Keerist, but you shoot a load," she 
murmured. 

"Ed kissed her gently on the mouth. "You love every drop of it," he replied. 

"She stood up, and looked down at us. "You're both beautiful," she said 
softly, 'I hope we'll have more good fucking soon.' 

"Ed slapped her on the ass. "You'd better believe it," he replied, 'With Les 
here, we can really go to town.' 

"I smiled at them both. By this time, all my inhibitions had flown. I 
reveled in the complete sensuality of the scene. Susan was a delicious 
broad. Ed was a wild cat, and my introduction to anal sex had been more than 
enjoyable. I wondered whether he would want me to fellate him, and I didn't 
know whether I could do that. I'd never had any desire to do that, but I 
guess there's always a first time for everything. I knew that my vacation in 
Las Vegas had started off pretty wild, and it looked like it would get even 
wilder. It did, and I loved every minute of :t. I didn't think anyone could 
fuck so much and so often. 

"We went out to the pool and laid down. One of the guys came over and spoke 
to Ed. He stared down at me, and he could see from my cock that we'd been 
fucking. My cock was red, and still thicker than normal from all the 
activity. He smiled and told Ed it looked like he had found a great addition 
to the family. After he left, Ed turned to me and asked me what I thought of 
the guy. I told him he seemed all right. He was very handsome, that I 
couldn't deny, and had a good build and an average size cock. Ed laughed. 
"He wants to ball you," he told me. I told Ed that I didn't mind what had 
just happened, but I liked girls. "You'll like everything by the time you're 
through here," he replied. "Sex is sex. What the hell's it matter who swings 
on your dick as long as you're feeling groovy.' 

'I still like girls best," I told him, not wanting to get into an argument 
about that subject right then. 

"Susan laughed. "I hope we're not corrupting you, Leslie," she said. I told 
her that wasn't the case, it was just that I liked screwing girls better 
than the idea of having sex with another man. "Okay," she said. "We'll screw 
alone tonight. Just you and me. How's that?" I smiled at her, hardly 
believing my ears. "You're not going to peter out on me?" she asked. I shook 
my head. "By tonight, I'll be ready to go again," I said. 

"We lay out at the pool until dinnertime, and then we all got dressed and 
went to a restaurant. Susan and Ed had quite a few drinks and were in real 
good spirits. I had a few myself, and by the time we got back to Ed's place 
we were all feeling pretty groovy. Susan said she only got tanked one night 
a week, and that was on her night off, which was this particular night. "So 
we don't have to worry about a thing," she said. "Ed goes to work at eleven, 
and he won't get back until breakfast. That gives us the whole night to 
enjoy ourselves.' She leaned over and kissed me, a real good slobbery French 
kiss that sent my senses reeling and my cock jumping, even though it wasn't 
hard. Ed leaned over and grabbed my cock, and at the same time grabbed one 
of Susan's tits. "I'll be thinking of both of you while I'm working," he 
said. "And I wish I could be here. But then ... there's always tomorrow.' 
Susan kissed him. "Sex maniac," she teased. 

"Ed left us then, and Susan carelessly undressed and lay down on the bed. 
"Come on, I'm waiting," she said. I stared at her. "Gee, you're beautiful," 
I said. She laughed, and then lit a cigarette and watched me as I took off 
my clothes and came over to her. I had half a hard on by this time, even 
though I didn't want to have sex right away. I just wanted to hold her, and 
make love to her quietly. She looked up at me. "You're beautiful, too," she 
said, 'And to think you were such a shy little kid at fourteen. You've sure 
grown up in a hurry.' 

"I sat on the bed, and put my hand on her shoulder. "And I'm growing up even 
faster with ou," I told her. T couldn't want a better teacher, either.' 

"She reached up with her hand and pulled my head down to hers, and kissed 
me. Her lips were warm and soft and she let them touch mine, and then, very 
gently and slowly, she rubbed our lips together. It was like a feather on my 
skin, and the effect was devastating. I felt my prick almost jump to 
attention. Her hand strayed down my chest to my crotch and she closed her 
fingers around my shaft. "It's a beautiful cock you have, too," she said. 
"I'm going to make him feel good in a minute.' I lay down next to her, and 
took her in my arms. She was so responsive she almost melted against my 
body, what with her breasts touching my chest and her legs enclosing my 
erect penis. 

"I kissed her cheeks and her eyes, and then let my lips slide over her ears 
and down to her neck, nibbling slowly. This seemed to drive her out of her 
mind and she began squirming. I could feel something slippery around my 
cock, and I knew her cunt was oozing juices that were running down between 
her legs and lubricating her skin. I almost shoved my dick into her then, 
but I held back. I wanted this moment, alone with her for the first time, to 
be the greatest. She seemed to sense this, too, because she made no effort 
to maneuver her cunt around my cock. Her mouth went wild, however, and 
before I could start tonguing her tits she had pushed me back and lowered 
her head on my chest. She ran her lips over it, and sucked on my nipples. "I 
love smooth chests," she told me, 'And yours is great.' 

"I didn't tell her, but lots of chicks had said the same thing. I've always 
had a good chest development, and because of the Indians in my background I 
guess I don't have much hair. In fact, I only have hair in my pubic regions, 
and hardly any elsewhere, except on my head. I felt her tongue sliding over 
my chest and my stomach and finally come to rest at the base of my prick. 
Slowly I saw her slide up to the top, each touch of hers sending fingers of 
fire through my loins. Her mouth closed over the top, and my cock jerked 
spasmodically from the feeling of warmth that encircled it. Then the ecstasy 
of her mouth around my flesh took over in full, and I closed my eyes. 

"I lay there, letting her fellate me to her heart's content because I knew 
subconsciously that this is what she liked. Her fingers enclosed my balls, 
her nails caressing the folds of skin and pulling through the hairs gently 
around each side, then down the middle and underneath to that smooth part. I 
felt her finger trace a pattern towards my ass-hole. I lifted myself 
slightly. I knew by now the added enjoyment from that part of the body. 
Gently, her finger probed my anus, went in, and started massaging. It was 
more than I could stand. My body started trembling and I wanted the taste of 
her pussy in my mouth. I swung around and went down on her. 

She quivered as my hands spread her labia apart. My lips went forward, 
pushing into that dark cavern of delight. I found her clitoris and started 
sucking on it, nibbling with my teeth and licking the sides of that soft 
heavenly spot. I felt her mouth quicken around my cock at the same time, and 
my shaft go deep into her throat. We lay together, locked in that sixty-nine 
position, my arms around her, touching her ass, feeling all over it and down 
the crack to her hole, pushing my fingers in while I ate her pussy like I'd 
never done before. It was sweet and smelled great, musky and mysterious. The 
odors excited me, making my cock pulsate and thicken between her lips. 

"I knew that if I continued like this I'd shoot off in her mouth, and, as 
I'd already come twice that day, I knew that once more would probably be my 
limit, and I wanted to come inside her twat. Sucking is fine, but it still 
doesn't beat having your cock deep inside a cunt that can grip it hard and 
give you all the pleasure a man expects from sex. 

"I lifted my head off her crotch and sat up. She stared at me, and I slid 
around. "You know what I want now," I told her, and she nodded. "I want it, 
too," she said softly. "You're thicker than Ed, and I want that thing in my 
cunt.' 

"Maybe it was the bluntness of her words, but I suddenly felt a swift surge 
of passion. I grabbed her body and slammed it against my own, feeling my 
cock press between her legs and push hard towards its goal. She opened her 
thighs and I felt the head of my shaft touch that soft, slippery opening. I 
put my lips on hers and rammed my hips forward. My prick slid in, quickly, 
violently, and she convulsed, and her breath exploded. "Jeez, baby ... " was 
all sircould gasp, and then our bodies were pounding together, her hips 
moving in rhythm with my own as we worked ourselves towards the wanted and 
inevitable climax. Thrills coursed through my body like never before. It was 
better than the times before, and our bodies responded to the excitement 
trembling and pulsating in every nerve. 

"Earlier that day, with Ed, Susan had completed her orgasm without crying 
out, but now she started moaning, her voice rising to a soft shriek as my 
cock pushed deep into her vagina, its broad shaft quivering with excitement 
and sensual delight, expanding under the force of my thrust to give her even 
more pleasure, as it did me. "Oooh, fuck me, fuck me' she kept repeating. 
"Leslie baby, good cock, good cock, fuck my cunt good.' 

"The rawness of her words, coupled with her clawing hands across my back and 
the vibrations of her body, drove me to a peak of animal intensity. My 
fingers gripped her soft flesh and pulled her to me as my hips pushed hard, 
driving my lance faster and faster, cleaving her cavern to gain the ultimate 
enjoyment. I could feel her approaching her orgasm, smooth tightness of her 
cunt caressing every inch of my penis with growing firmness, as though her 
folds of flesh were trying to squeeze every possible drop of sensation out 
of my length. 

"As I rammed all the way in I could feel my glans being massaged, sucked, 
gripped by the innermost parts of her cunt, making that broad, flat of mine 
tingle and shake. My balls slapped loudly against her ass as I hit deep, and 
their swinging against her body only helped my mounting passion. I wanted 
this to be the greatest come I'd ever had, and I was working hard at it. I 
knew she was, too. She was putting everything she could into satisfying us 
both at that moment. 

"I remembered how great it had been with some anal stimulation before, so I 
put my mouth to Susan's ear and whispered to her, 'Put your finger up my 
ass.' She did not reply. She was too engrossed in the thrill of my big cock 
up her cunt, but she did move her hands down my back and grab my buttocks. I 
could feel her nails biting into me as one hand slid between my crack and 
found my anus. I imagined it might have been with the same force and feeling 
with which I had entered her, the way her finger pushed into me. There was a 
sudden stab as she inserted it, and then I could feel it moving around, 
touching every side, pressing hard against the rigid stem of my penis inside 
me, rubbing up and down, around, sideways, sliding in and out of my 
ass-hole. If her cunt felt half as good as my ass then, she must have been 
in heaven. 

"Apart from the sensations that tingled up and down my prick, I felt a 
complete glow of satisfaction all through my groin from my ass-hole to-my 
cock and through my limbs. Susan must have known how good it was because she 
pushed a second finger into me. I thought I'd go through the roof. If one 
finger had felt good, two felt that much better, and my ass was relaxed and 
loose enough by now not to tighten. I felt her whole goddamn hand could have 
gone in there. No wonder she said she liked my thick cock. The thicker the 
better. All the more to make her feel good, just as her two fingers were 
making me feel that much better. Her other hand was holding my buttock, her 
nails digging in. Sweat was pouring out of our bodies, running down our 
skin. Where we touched, it was wet and slippery, creating even more 
sensations to delight us. 

"I put my lips over her breasts and started biting her nipples, closing my 
teeth around those firm, hard, little heads, and sliding my tongue over her 
flesh. She arched her body to push them nearer my face, and this movement 
seemed to enable my cock to penetrate deeper into her. "More, more," she 
gasped, and then I felt her legs lift up and swing around my waist. She 
locked them there, holding herself up, allowing her twat to split open as 
wide as possible, and my cock to ram home another inch or two. I felt her 
juices running out of her crack, adding to the sweat that greased our skins. 
She was panting heavily, and my own breath was coming in deep gasps. I knew 
we couldn't last much longer. Our passion was too strong, our actions too 
violent, our excitement too consuming. 

"As my cock hit home for the hundredth time I felt that familiar tingle deep 
inside. Even before I felt my seed start its journey from my balls to her 
cunt, she screamed out. "I'm coming ... Jeez, I'm coming ... Fuck me, you 
big-cocked stud, fuck me!' Then up through my shaft, it came, load after 
load of come, ejaculating so hard that I thought my ass was being blown off. 

"It was over, and her legs dropped away from around my waist and I rolled 
off of her, my cock pulling out of her and flopping on the sheet. We both 
lay there, our eyes closed, our bodies glowing with streaming sweat. 

"I don't know how long we lay there, but eventually I felt her hand on my 
arm. I opened my eyes and saw Susan staring at me. "You're something else," 
she whispered. "You, too," I told her, and kissed her lightly. Not long 
after this we both fell asleep. 

"When Ed came in the next morning he had to shake us hard to wake us. I know 
I was exhausted from all the fucking, but it had been great. I knew it 
wouldn't be long before I'd be ready to go again, and Susan needed no 
encouragement. She told me that she hoped I would stay longer than two 
weeks, so we could keep going. She loved sex, and she told me she liked my 
cock. She made a big thing over it, but truthfully, it isn't that big. I 
mean, Ed's was about the same, only not as thick. A couple of the guys 
around the pool had cocks much bigger than Ed's or mine, and I knew from the 
way they had talked that they'd joined in with Susan before. I had the 
feeling she had fucked every guy in Las Vegas. Anyway, that didn't change my 
feelings for her. And Ed didn't mind her having one or more guys in bed with 
them both. He sure enjoyed the threesomes and foursomes that we had over the 
next week or so. I haven't had that much sex ever in my life, and I sure 
grooved on it. 

"I think it was just lucky that the night my mother arrived unexpectedly 
Susan and I were alone. In fact, we were in bed, just messing around, 
waiting for Ed and another guy to join us. We weren't fucking, but I had a 
hard-on because Susan was going down on me. She told me that although she 
liked being fucked in the ass, or in her cunt, she really enjoyed sucking a 
man's cock the most. She still could have taken lessons from Ed, who was the 
best cocksucker ever, but she did all right. 

That night, I was lying back and she was between my legs, her lips sliding 
up and down my rod. That was when the doorbell rang, and she smiled at me. 
"There's Ed now," she said, sliding off the bed. "I hope he brought Johnny 
with him. Johnny's great, and a real big cock.' She went to the door, and of 
course I lay there waiting. Then, when they didn't return, I decided I'd go 
inside. I walked in, still with a hard-on, and there stood my mother and 
Susan, talking in the living room. Mother took one look at me, and her face 
I shall never forget. She looked at me, then back at Susan, and said, 
'Leslie, go put your clothes on.' As I left the room I heard her say, 
'Susan, I'd like to know what's been going on.' Hell, I knew she was so mad 
she could hardly speak. 

"I didn't blame her. Susan's her sister, and it's a bit rough to find out 
your sister's been screwing your own son. I didn't think anything of it, 
like I said before, because even though she was my aunt I hadn't seen her in 
six years. To me, she was a groovy broad, and after that first time in bed I 
just looked upon her as someone great with sex. 

"I saw nothing wrong in it, but then my mother's always had a sex hang-up. I 
think that's why I'm an only child, and why she and my dad don't always make 
the scene. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that my mother and father haven't 
slept together in months. There's nothing wrong with me, though. I think I'm 
as normal as anyone. If it hadn't been Susan who was screwing me, it 
would've been some other chiek. I sure as hell didn't plan to spend two 
weeks in Vegas and not shack up at least once or twice. Just because it 
happened to be my aunt, doesn't make me abnormal, I feel. 

"As for Susan, what she does is her own business, and I don't see how it can 
hurt anyone else. That's the way she lives, the "way all those people live 
out there. It's no Sunday School scene, but then what is these days? I think 
it's time my mother woke up to the fact that I'm not a child any longer. I 
can do what I want, and, sure as shooting, I'm going to sleep where I want. 
And if I get the chance to go back to Vegas I know damn well I'll be 
knocking on my aunt's door." 

Leslie completed his story for the psychiatrist, and a week later Phyllis 
was called to come in and talk about the matter. The psychiatrist explained 
that he felt Leslie was a perfectly normal young man, perhaps a little 
oversexed, but there was no reason to suspect he had become perverted by his 
sessions with his aunt. He also stressed that there had obviously been a 
long-standing inhibition on Phyllis' part about the subject, as evidenced in 
her son's comments. He asked her if she did feel any reservations about sex. 
Phyllis admitted that she herself had never been totally adjusted to sex, a 
matter which had caused some problems between her husband and herself, but 
nevertheless they were happy together; they loved each other and had a solid 
relationship. She knew that her inhibitions had been a source of concern 
during her formative years, and she was afraid that her son might well 
mature with the same fears and problems that she had encountered. Apart from 
this, she was horrified that her own sister would indulge in relations with 
Leslie. 

The psychiatrist explained that close relationships often come about between 
members of the same family, and, while society does not encourage or 
wholeheartedly approve, the fact remains and must be accepted as a social 
phenomenon. In the case of Susan, her appearance and life style was so 
totally foreign to her sister's that it would be unrealistic to expect more 
conventional behavior from her. She looked upon her nephew as a handsome 
young man and was attracted to him. The rest was only nature taking its 
course. 

The psychiatrist felt that no psychological harm had come to Leslie, that he 
would mature to full manhood with no problems. His experiences had broadened 
his sexual knowledge and appetite, but had certainly not made him that much 
different from the majority of the younger generation today, whose sexual 
customs and habits are far freer than their parents'. The psychiatrist 
advised Phyllis to forget the incident and send Leslie back to school with 
her blessings. He also suggested that in the interests of her own happiness 
and her own marital security, she and her husband should try to work closer 
together to achieve a closer sexual compatibility. He said that it was not 
Leslie's attitude which demanded his attention but rather her own, and that 
her own life would be a lot happier if she were able to overcome her long 
standing inhibitions. 

LOVE THAT NEPHEW! 

"We'd had a few drinks and I guess my reserve fell away and I couldn't help 
myself. I'd been married to Walter for so many years, it seemed, and he 
isn't the sexiest man in the world. I mean, I love him and all that, but he 
has never really turned me on the way that David did, with his rugged build, 
deep tan, and sensual manner. I knew the moment he arrived that there was 
something between us. I hadn't seen him since he was about ten, and he had 
grown into a very handsome man. He was wearing blue jeans, and the way he 
filled them filled me with the worst longing imaginable. 

So, when we were sitting together on the couch with about three drinks in 
us, and Walter not due home till morning, I'm afraid I went wild. 

"David was leaning back, his legs spread before him, and he was telling me 
about some of his experiences as a cowhand on the ranch, but I was hardly 
listening. My eyes were glued to that big bulge between his legs, the way it 
protruded and stretched down one leg, and in my mind's eye I could picture 
the length of his penis, the way it was shaped, and the contours of it, 
every indentation. 

"I decided to ask him how it was way out in Montana, without women. He was 
old enough to have known what sex is all about. I said to him, 'David, you 
must find it pretty lonely out there, week in week out. No girls, no fun.' 
He laughed and told me he was usually so tired at the end of each day that 
he never even thought about that. I put my hand on his leg and asked him if 
he had thought about it since he came to stay with Walter and me. He stared 
into my eyes and said that he had. "In fact," he said, 'I'm thinking of 
going out Saturday night and finding me a date.' Then he looked coyly at me. 
"Maybe I'll find one as pretty as you, Aunt Maureen," he added. I knew then 
he liked me so I let all caution fly out the window. I reached up his leg 
and gently squeezed his penis. "I like you, David," I said in a voice that I 
hardly recognized as my own. "Maybe I can make up for those lonely nights.' 
When my hand touched his crotch I felt him start, but he didn't try to pull 
away. He sat there, his drink in his hand, and smiled at me. 

"My fingers started feeling his organ and I could tell he was beginning to 
get an erection. My heart was beating wildly, not only because of the 
thought of sex, but because what I held in my hand was obviously much bigger 
than what I had been used to with Walter. David stretched his body so that 
his hips moved down on the couch, bringing him closer to me, and enabling my 
hand to feel everything he had, prick, balls, and everything. 

"He leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. I put my drink down 
on the coffee table and moved closer to him. By this time, he had a 
noticeable hard-on pushing against his jeans and straining to get out. I 
unzipped him and reached inside, pulling out his shaft. Oh, what a glorious 
sight it was! Long, fairly thick, and with a deep tan on the skin, which 
extended all the way over the head. He was not circumcised like Walter, and 
this made him look all the longer and more appealing. Gently I closed my 
fist around it and pulled back on the skin, which slid back to reveal a 
bright red head, glistening in the light, already with a pearl of lube 
oozing out of the wide cockslit. It was the most appealing thing I'd ever 
seen. And without any hesitation, my head went down and I closed my lips 
over the end. As my warm mouth enclosed him I heard David groan in 
appreciation, and I felt his hand come down on my head, holding me gently 
and pushing me down. I pulled his fly wider to allow my hands to reach his 
balls. He scooted his rear end up and slid his jeans all the way down to his 
knees, baring his crotch to my hungry eyes. His stomach was firm and flat, 
and heavily tanned, like his penis. He had hair starting at his navel, 
growing bushier around his pubic area, a positive jungle of dark brown, and 
out of the middle this beautiful cock growing to full height, throbbing in 
anticipation. 

"I seized his balls and played with them, rotating each one in my hands 
while my lips caressed his glans and my mouth slid down his shaft, taking it 
all, feeling it bump against the back of my throat. I swear it was the 
largest cock I'd ever encountered, and every particle of me responded. Sex 
with my husband had never been particularly exciting, and now I had someone 
who thrilled me beyond measure, who made me want to do every possible 
perverse thing I'd ever dreamed of. David was a dream boy, a young man who 
every woman would go wild over, and here he was, lying next to me, his cock 
in my mouth. I almost had an orgasm right then from the sheer excitement of 
the moment. 

"I felt his hands caress my ears, keeping my head down so that his shaft 
stayed buried deep in my mouth. My tongue played with it, sucking and 
licking, giving him every pleasure I knew. I kept my eyes open, taking in 
the wonder of his stomach and his thighs. In my mind I pictured his body 
naked, out on the plains like a primitive man. He must have been naked in 
the sun to get that tan, especially on his penis. Most men's penises are 
very white, but David's was dark, and this made it all the more attractive 
to me. 

I've always liked dark-skinned men. 

"Up and down my mouth went, my tongue doing everything I knew to give him 
sensation. I stopped at the end and pushed my tongue into his slit, licking 
it. He liked that, I knew, because he squirmed and moved his hips. I moved 
my tongue under his wide head, touching that sensitive spot. With my teeth, 
I gripped his foreskin gently and pulled it back and forth over the head, 
grinding my teeth so that he would get added delight. I had sucked lots of 
cock before, but never one that had thrilled me deep inside my vagina, 
making me feel almost as though it were inside me already, massaging my cunt 
with its length. 

"David was making little moans and his body was trembling. I let my nails 
run through his pubic hair, then around his balls and underneath to that 
smooth spot between his scrotum and his ass-hole. I clawed down his muscular 
thighs, wanting to feel those quivers of sensual pleasure beneath my 
fingers. All the time my mouth was going like mad around his prick, which 
seemed to be getting even thicker as it pounded in and out. 

"He was jerking himself so that his crotch was raised up as high as it could 
be in his position, getting as much of his prick into my mouth as he could. 
As I went down, my nose was buried in that thick dark hair, and I smelled 
the earthy, exciting odor of his crotch. My nostrils seemed to quiver with 
delight. My whole mind and body seemed to be floating. I was impaled on the 
end of this wonderful organ, the like of which I had never experienced 
before. 

"I've heard some women say it doesn't matter what size a penis is, but let 
me tell you, the bigger they are, the better. At least, with me that's the 
way it is, and David's shaft had everything I'd ever wanted. 

"I wanted this moment to last forever, but I knew this was impossible. The 
excitement of the moment, and my passionate sucking, had their effect. 
David's moans became louder and he cried out, 'I'm coming....' 

At that instant, I thrust my mouth down, and at the same time he pushed his 
cock up and my hands felt his crotch throbbing and pulsating with his 
climax. My mouth tasted the sweet saltiness of his come, great loads of it 
bursting into me. I let him shoot it all and then swallowed, and held his 
shaft in my mouth as it slowly got soft. I had no desire to let loose, and 
we lay there in that position. I knew he was satisfied, and nothing can 
describe the glow that filled my body. For the first time in my life I'd 
gotten everything I wanted in sex from a man." 

Oral preference in sex can stem from a number of childhood traumas, as well 
as conditions in early adult years. With Maureen Martel, it was a 
combination of both. As a child, she had been attacked by an older man. 
Fortunately, the man was interrupted before he could complete his violation 
of her, but the experience left a psychological scar which took years to 
erase, and which gave her an aversion to being covered by a man's body 
during intercourse. She preferred the active position above, and by 
indulging in fellatio rather than vaginal penetration she felt less prone to 
physical harm and complete submission. 

She had her first voluntary sex experience in high school with a boy who 
attracted her with his skill as an athlete. Well-built and virile, he was 
the first boy Maureen felt a complete infatuation for. They went together 
for about a month before he made an advance, and she submitted, not to 
intercourse, but to oral sex. She fellated him in the front seat of his car 
one night after a movie, and found that she had enjoyed the experience very 
much. The boy did not object at all. In fact, he agreed that it had been ' 
just as enjoyable as vaginal penetration, with the added assurance that 
there was no pregnancy risk involved. He and Maureen indulged together many 
times before he moved away to another city to go to college. Shortly after 
this, Maureen met Walter Martel, an engineering student, and they fell in 
love. 

Walter was anything but athletic. A little on the thin side, he was 
nevertheless very attractive, with a smile that captivated Maureen, and a 
manner which was calm, assured, and appealing. Maureen went out with him 
several times before they indulged in sex, and again it was strictly oral. 
Walter wanted her to have intercourse, but she refused. Her longstanding 
fears were still strong at that time, and she told him that she would 
fellate him as often as he wanted, but she did not want to submit to vaginal 
penetration. Within six months, Walter had proposed, and they were married. 

Their first night together on their honeymoon, Walter raised Maureen to such 
a state of sensual excitement that she submitted to intercourse. Walter was 
very gentle, and, as a result, she grew to lose her fears, and finally 
enjoyed it as much as oral sex. However, deep inside, she still preferred to 
have a man's penis in her mouth rather than her vagina. Her love for Walter 
overcame her disappointment over his physical size. He was not overly 
endowed sexually, and while he was extremely sensual in their relationship 
Maureen often wished that his penis were larger. His build in general was 
slight, and she often used to fantasize during their sexual encounters, 
having the picture in her mind of the well-built, muscular athlete with whom 
she had gone during school. 

Walter wanted children, but during the first few years of the marriage 
Maureen seemed incapable of conceiving. She consulted a doctor about it, but 
he could find no reason. 

It was in the twelfth year of their marriage that Maureen finally became 
pregnant. Walter was overjoyed, and Maureen herself was happily surprised. 
Their baby girl, Stacy, was born, and shortly afterwards they moved from 
Chicago to Seattle, Washington, where Walter went to work for an aircraft 
company as an engineer. They settled down quite happily, and Maureen found 
her life completely taken up with raising her daughter. 

Maureen's older sister, Ellen, had married very young and moved to Montana, 
where she raised a family of five boys, the oldest of which was David, who 
worked in his spare time on one of the ranches. He quit school in the tenth 
grade and went to work full time as a cowhand. The outdoor life appealed to 
him, and he had ambitions of having his own spread one day. 

When David turned twenty, his mother suggested that he spend a week or two 
with his aunt in Seattle. She called Maureen, who said they would be 
delighted to have David visit them. She had not seen her nephew since he was 
a child, and she looked forward to his stay. However, she had no idea that 
David had matured very young, and at twenty he stood six foot two, and 
weighed almost two hundred pounds, all muscle. He was a man in every sense 
of the word, and on his arrival Maureen found herself completely captivated 
by her nephew. He had a rare sense of humor, and within a couple of days he 
had firmly .entrenched himself in the affections of his uncle and aunt. He 
got along well with Stacy, who adored her "cowboy," as she called him in her 
childish voice. 

Despite her deep feelings for Walter, Maureen saw in David the image of the 
athletic type she had always preferred. Compared with her husband, David 
stood out in every way. His build, face, and manner were sexually exciting 
to Maureen, and each night, just before she fell asleep, she would think of 
him lying in the adjoining room, and wonder what it would be like to be 
lying next to him, feeling his strong arms about her, his body blending with 
her own. But, naturally, Walter's presence made this impossible. 

About ten days after David's arrival, Walter got transferred to the night 
shift at the plant, ten in the evening until six in the morning. For the 
first few nights, Maureen and David would sit and watch television and then 
around midnight, go their separate ways to bed. Although David's eyes stayed 
glued to the screen, Maureen found herself staring at him more than at the 
programs. 

There was an animal quality about his body which drew her attention. The way 
he would lie across the couch, his frame spread out and his legs stretching, 
the big bulge of his crotch showing clearly through, sent erotic thoughts 
flashing through Maureen's mind. The more she thought about him, the more 
she wanted him sexually. She remembered Walter's penis, and from the outward 
appearance of her nephew he obviously had more to offer. The titillation was 
more than Maureen could stand. 

One night, after Walter had left for work, she brought out a bottle of 
Scotch and suggested they have a drink. David did not object, and after a 
couple of drinks they were both pleasantly relaxed. Maureen brought the 
subject of girls into their conversation, and then made a physical advance 
on him. He did not stop her, and she ended up fellating him. She found him 
better than her dreams, and he enjoyed the experience. 

After their initial affair, Maureen and David indulged nightly in some form 
of sex, their activity growing more and more intense. For the first time in 
her life, Maureen discovered how enjoyable relations could be with a man. 
Not only orally, but in every other way she gained her satisfaction. David 
was a naturally virile young man, and the fact that Maureen was his aunt 
proved no stumbling block. He considered her a very attractive woman, and 
welcomed the sexual release she gave him. 

Their affair would probably have never been anything more than a transitory 
experience, ending when David returned home, had it not been for Walter 
suffering a minor injury at work and coming home early one night. He walked 
in and caught them in bed together. He told David to pack his things and 
leave the next morning. 

After David's departure, Walter and Maureen had a long talk. He was 
disgusted, and found his love for her stretched almost to the limits, but 
after she asked his forgiveness and explained how she had found herself 
carried away, he suggested that perhaps psychiatric help would help her to 
overcome her fixation about that type of man. He said that if it had 
happened with David it could well happen again with any other man who 
appealed to her in the future. He wanted to save their marriage, and as long 
as she had this hang-up he saw no hope for it. Maureen agreed to visit a 
psychiatrist, to whom she related her feelings about the affair with her 
nephew, as well as the details of her sexual encounters since childhood. 

"The very first thing I remember sexually was this attack by this man. I was 
only about ten at the time. No, wait, I was younger, maybe eight or nine. It 
was so traumatic that I have difficulty remembering exactly. This man was a 
worker in the neighborhood. I think he had been painting some apartments 
close by and had seen me playing with my friends. 

"He used to bring his lunch in a tin pail, and one day he offered me an 
apple, which I accepted. He talked to me and seemed very nice and friendly. 
In fact, we talked together every day for about a week. Then one afternoon I 
was playing in our back yard. It was late, and my friends had gone home, 
leaving me by myself out at the back of our garage. This man came down the 
alley, and pushed open our yard gate. He was very friendly and talked a few 
minutes before squatting down on the ground next to me and picking up one of 
my dolls. Then he" put out his arm and touched my shoulder. He said I was a 
very pretty girl, and asked me if I liked him. I told him I did, and then he 
asked if I liked him enough to kiss him. I saw nothing wrong in this, and 
kissed him on the cheek. He grabbed me and held me to him. 

"I even remember today that sweaty smell of him, his work clothes, and his 
rough hands. He patted me and was mumbling something in my ear. It was the 
way he did it which terrified me, and I struggled to free myself, but the 
more I struggled the tighter he held me. He started covering my face with 
his lips, slobbering kisses all over me, holding my body close to his. Then 
I felt his hand go up my skirt and start feeling around my genital area, and 
he pulled my panties down and ran his fingers over my buttocks and over my 
labia. I started crying, not loud, but just enough to make him tell me to 
hush, that he wasn't going to hurt me, and just to stay still. Then I felt 
his finger pushing into my vaginal opening and I really got scared. I let 
out a loud shriek, calling for my parents. You would have thought the man 
would stop then and try to escape, but he had obviously gone too far. While 
I screamed my head off he held me, lowering his head and trying to suck my 
genital area. I remember his stubbly chin scratching my thighs as he pushed 
his face forward, his tongue protruding and licking me. 

"To this day, I wonder how he managed to do as much as he did. I was 
struggling and kicking, not trying to stop him because I didn't really know 
what he was trying to do, but just because I was afraid of him now. I knew 
he shouldn't be trying to hold me so firmly, and that what he was doing was 
wrong. Then he threw me down on my back and covered me with his body. This 
was how my father found us as he ran round the garage. Daddy let loose with 
a kick which dislodged the man, who rolled away and sprang to his feet. 
Daddy knocked him down, and was shouting obscenities at him. I think if the 
rest of the neighborhood hadn't arrived then, my father would have killed 
the man. They held him down, and called the police. The man was taken away 
and I never saw him again. Daddy pulled me up and held me, trying to soothe 
me. I was frightened, terribly frightened. I told daddy that the man had 
tried to touch me "down there" but I guess my father didn't need any details 
to know what the man had been trying to do. 

"My folks were very upset about it, but by bedtime that night I was fine, 
laughing and quite happy. But after that I began having nightmares, and 
every time there was this rough-looking man chasing me, and trying to get in 
my pants. It became a fear of mine, and I suffered greatly. I would awake 
screaming, and mother would try to comfort me. It was always the same. I 
would scream that this man was trying to do things to me. The nightmares 
stopped after a while, but as I grew older I retained an abiding fear of 
being touched by a man. I felt that every man was after my private parts, 
though I didn't fully comprehend why. 

"I had a close girl friend, Sadie, who was two years older than me. Sadie 
knew about the episode, and she would tell me that the man was trying to put 
his prick in me. I asked why, and she would giggle and say because it felt 
good. I said if it felt good, why was I so scared? 

"Sadie actually initiated herself into sex at about the age of twelve, and 
she told me about it, how great it was. Her boyfriend used to come round 
often, and Sadie asked me if I wanted to try it, because her boyfriend said 
he wanted to do it with me. One afternoon they both came by the house, and I 
was alone, doing my homework. I remember Sadie told him to take out his 
penis and show me. I'll never forget him unzipping his fly and taking out 
his penis, which was hard, sticking out like a white lollipop with a cherry 
on top. He told me to feel it if I wanted. I was naturally curious, and with 
Sadie there I saw no cause for apprehension. I put out my hand and felt it, 
and it did give me a strange thrill. Sadie said for me to let him stick it 
in my crack, as she called it, but then I got frightened again, and refused. 
Then Sadie went down on him and sucked him a little, and she told me to try 
that. It tasted good, she said. I did, and found it exciting. I stopped, but 
the boy told me to continue. He said I'd get some love juice out of it if I 
sucked it long enough, and he and Sadie laughed together, as though they 
knew something I didn't. I went on sucking him, and then it began jerking 
and he ejaculated in my mouth. When it first started coming, I didn't know 
what was happening and I automatically gulped. I tasted his come, and it was 
sweet and slightly salty. He didn't shoot too much, but I took it all and 
swallowed it. This really amazed him. He said that Sadie spat it out every 
time. Sadie said she didn't want to have a baby, and that stuff made you 
have one. The boy ridiculed her and said it didn't hurt you down your 
throat, only if it went in your cunt. That was the first time I'd heard a 
woman's parts referred to by that word. I think Sadie must have been afraid 
I would steal her boyfriend away because I had swallowed his come, and she 
never brought him around again. I was sorry, because I liked him, and I 
liked sucking his penis. That was my first experience with oral sex. It 
certainly laid the groundwork for me for my future experiences with sex. I 
mean, I didn't think about it or anything like that, but, a few years later, 
when the matter of boyfriends became more pressing, I remembered the 
experience and was able to cope with sex orally, rather than any other way. 

"It was really in high school when I became very attracted to boys. Up until 
then they had been there, and I used to go with them to the movies and so 
on, but nothing really serious until I met Ronnie. He was an athlete, tall, 
good-looking, and more muscles than the rest of the class put together. I 
fell hopelessly in love with Ronnie. I wasn't a bad looker myself, so the 
feeling seemed mutual. At least, that's the way I read the signals. 

"Ronnie and I began dating, and after about a month, I guess, he drove me 
home in his car one night and we began necking. Up until then, I had never 
let a boy touch me. Not even touch my breasts, or anything. But that night I 
was so madly in love with this handsome hero that when he put his hands 
around my breasts I didn't stop him. In fact, I undid my bra and he played 
with my tits and sucked them 'til I felt so hot I thought my panties would 
catch fire. I was dripping with eagerness, and when Ronnie put his hand 
between my legs he knew I was ready. He wanted to have intercourse, but my 
age-old fear asserted itself and I refused. However, by this time, his penis 
was out of his pants, and I had my hands around it. It was large and thick 
and so to satisfy him I went down on him. He started moaning, and saying how 
wonderful it felt. In fact, I remember him whispering, "Eat me, baby, eat 
me. Good pussy.' It didn't take him long to come, and he shot in my mouth, 
great loads of come which I swallowed with great joy. To me, this was the 
ultimate. 

"I was really infatuated with him. He was my Greek god, my Adonis, my hero 
... he was everything to me, but despite this terrifically strong feeling I 
couldn't bring myself to allow him to penetrate my vagina with his penis. 
The memory of that childhood attack was too strong. However, my natural 
impulses demanded sex, and I guess I compromised by fellating him. He said 
he didn't mind it because he was sure I wouldn't get pregnant that way. So, 
for all the time we went together, that was the only type of sex we had. He 
went down on me once or twice, and I enjoyed that. In fact, one afternoon 
when my parents were out of the house, we stripped and climbed into my bed 
together, sixty-nining until he came, and I felt sure from my ecstasy that I 
reached orgasm, too. Those days with Ronnie were really something. Talk 
about a teenage crush! It was a sad day for me when he moved away and our 
affair ended. 

"Anyway, it wasn't too long before I met Walter. At that time I hadn't the 
vaguest idea he would end up as my husband. Walter was everything that 
Ronnie was not. I really am attracted to the muscular type of man, and 
Walter was thin, not skinny you understand, but not too much muscle, and not 
the most handsome guy I knew, either. But there was something about him ... 
perhaps his gentleness, his concern for my feelings, his general attitude, 
which made me realize that he was a man who would take care of me. Whatever 
it was, we started going together. 

"My mother used to kid me about Walter, saying that I had gone from one 
extreme to the other: from football hero to bookworm. Walter was studying to 
be an engineer, and I think we only went out about once or twice a week; he 
was glued to his books most of the time. I didn't care, though, and finally 
we got married. 

"Our honeymoon was really something. I had fellated Walter a few times 
before we married, but on our first night together as man and wife he told 
me he wanted more than just oral sex. I did not tell him about the episode 
when I was a child, and I guess all he suspected was that I did not want to 
put out to anyone before marriage. At any rate, Walter got himself a virgin 
on his wedding night, and if he hadn't been so gentle, and at the same time 
so sensuous, I'm sure he'd have never gotten as far as he did. But Walter 
knew his way around a girl. We crawled into bed, and he took me in his arms, 
and started kissing me. It was wonderful, holding his body close. This was 
the first time I'd had the full sensation, even thought Ronnie and I had 
gone to bed naked that one day. This was different. Walter and I were 
married, and mentally this made a big difference to me. 

"I gloried in the feel of his skin under my fingers, and his hard cock 
pressing between my legs. My only sense of disappointment was in his penis. 
Ronnie had had a large, thick rod, with lots of skin around it, and it was 
great. 

Walter's penis was thin, more I guess what you would call 'average size," 
and he was circumcised. Anyway, I was in love, and in the afterglow of the 
wedding it didn't seem to make that much difference. 

"He began by kissing my breasts and running his mouth over my stomach and 
down to my labia. Then his tongue entered me, found my clitoris, and started 
sucking it. I was twisting and humping, and my whole body was tingling. I 
reached down and grabbed his penis, and I could tell how excited he was. 
Lube was oozing out of the end, and I rubbed it over his glans and started 
masturbating him. His penis was as hard as a rock. Then he climbed on and 
kissed me on the mouth. We clung together. Then I felt his cock slowly enter 
me, inch by inch, and before I could do anything he was in, bursting 
through, and whatever pain there was I ignored in the thrill of this deep 
vaginal penetration. He really went to town then, humping me slowly, in and 
out, until we both reached a peak and I knew he had shot in me. His body 
trembled and quivered, and he was moaning loudly. It was great! Looking 
back, I am thankful that Walter knew what he was doing, and helped me 
overcome my mental aversion to intercourse. 

"As the years went by, we both enjoyed each other more and more, although 
many times we had oral sex rather than vaginal. By this time, I had told him 
everything, and he said if I liked sucking instead of fucking that was fine, 
but when he felt like it he made his wishes known, and I submitted. 
Actually, when Walter and I had been married about a year there was very 
little we hadn't done, although the oral method was still number one on my 
list of preferences. 

"We started hoping for a family, but it was years before I got pregnant. In 
fact, only four years ago. I don't know what it was that prevented my 
conceiving before. I went to doctors about it, and heaven knows Walter tried 
hard enough, but I guess it wasn't in the cards. But we do have our baby 
girl now and we are both very happy with her. She is a source of great joy. 
In fact, I would say that I love Walter even more now than ever before, and 
I do want our marriage to grow, and remain the deep bond it always has been. 

"But even in the moments of our highest ecstasy together I sometimes found 
myself thinking of Ronnie, and particularly his penis, which up to Walter's 
had been the last man's organ I had experienced. Every contour of it 
remained in my memory. Often when Walter was screwing me I would think of 
Ronnie's cock, and my enjoyment seemed to triple right then, just thinking 
of it. So when David came to stay with us, and he is so like Ronnie was, I 
found my thoughts straying to sex, and how it would be with him. It was 
something I almost couldn't control. 

"Is it ridiculous to say such a thing? I mean, here I am, a grown woman, 
having feelings like that for my twenty-year-old nephew ... does that make 
me so perverted? All I know is that when David walked into our house a few 
weeks ago, my whole being responded. He's handsome, he's muscular, and the 
way he fills those jeans ... well, I could hardly keep my eyes off his 
crotch. I could tell he was well-built. The outlines of his cock appeared 
through the fabric of his jeans, and I could visualize every crease and fold 
of it. It was driving me out of my mind. 

"In one way I loved it, and in another way I hated it. It was threatening my 
whole life, my whole existence with Walter. I began realizing how much I had 
missed by marrying Walter. Ronnie's organ came to my mind again and again, 
only this time it was David's. It all worked up to that first evening when I 
fellated him and he loved it, and we began our affair. 

"After it was over, that first night, I naturally asked him if he felt any 
remorse over what had happened. He said not at all, it was great. What was 
the difference whether it was some broad, or his aunt? He didn't say it 
disrespectfully, or try to put me down. He was just being blunt and 
practical, the way he is. And he's all man, just the type that would turn on 
any woman. 

"Well, the next night after Walter went to work, we really got into it. The 
first time, there had been some hesitation on my part because of the whole 
situation. But once we had overcome the first hurdle we felt no 
self-consciousness. We were two people attracted to each other, able to 
enjoy every aspect of sex. Walter had hardly been gone five minutes when 
David came up to me, put his arms around me, and asked me if I was in the 
mood again. I think if I hadn't been, his presence, the warmth of his body 
against mine, and his aura of sexuality, would have turned me on in two 
seconds. I kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'll always be in the mood for 
you," I replied. He closed his mouth over mine and our tongues met and 
caressed each other. I could feel his penis rising and pressing against me. 
I started oozing right away, and my breasts heaved. I wanted him to fuck me 
right then, so intense were my feelings for him. 

"You know what I'd like," he said, and I shook my head, so he told me. "The 
last chick I slept with in Montana," he explained, 'she gave me a bath 
before we went to bed. It was real great, having her in the tub with me.' He 
didn't have to go on. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I told him I'd like 
nothing better. 

"I went into the bathroom and ran the tub, then I went to my room and 
undressed. By the time I got back, he was standing before the mirror, naked, 
and I gasped at his body. It was the first time I'd seen him fully naked, 
and the effect was fantastic. His arms rippled, his shoulders were broad and 
smooth, and his chest almost hairless. The only hair he had on his body 
started just below his navel and trickled down to his pubic area, where that 
beautiful, tanned cock was hanging, waiting for me to minister to it. 

. "I came into his arms and we embraced. It was heaven feeling my breasts 
crushed against his chest, his strong arms around me. His lips slid down my 
neck and then closed around one nipple, sucking hard and then nibbling. He 
cupped my breasts in his hands and kissed them until I was so hot I was 
gasping. By this time, he had a full erection jutting out before him like a 
signpost to paradise. "Okay," he said with a laugh, 'Bath time.' 

"He climbed into the tub and lay back full length. His cock stood up out of 
the water and he flipped it with his hand. "Come and get it," he said in his 
Montana drawl. I stepped in and kneeled down between his legs, dropping my 
head to his penis and taking it in my mouth. He let me suck just a few 
seconds and then lifted my head up. "Okay, start with the soap," he said, 
grinning broadly. He handed me the soap, and I began by telling him to stand 
up. I knelt before him, soaping his legs, then his crotch. 

"It was glorious, running my fingers up and down his legs, then up to his 
crotch, soaping his hair there, and then concentrating on his penis and his 
balls. I pulled his skin back and rubbed his glans, slowly, gently, knowing 
that the slower I went, the greater sensation he would enjoy. He loved it, 
and began moaning quietly. "Oh, that's wonderful," he said softly. 

"He turned around, and I started on his back and his buttocks. His ass was 
firm and tight, and I dug my fingers in, pulling his cheeks apart and 
feeling for his ass-hole. I soaped that well and began massaging it. Slowly 
it relaxed so I could get a finger inside and begin massaging him there. My 
other hand went around the front and masturbated him. I could tell he 
enjoyed this because he began trembling, saying I'd better quit before he 
shot all over the bathroom. He sat down again and I finished washing his 
chest and back. 

"While I was doing this, his hands were playing with my breasts, rubbing 
them all over with soap, and tweaking the nipples. Then he ran his hand down 
and felt my crotch. He stuck his finger in and played around there, sending 
chills through me. "Stand up," he said, and I did. His face came forward and 
he buried it in my pubic hair, licking and eating me. His hands pulled my 
labia wide open, and he ran his tongue up and down my slit, pushing in and 
sucking, then rubbing around. Fire spread through my loins. 

"I wanted him then. I wanted that big cock of his buried deep within my 
cunt, giving me the ultimate in pleasure. "Come on," I said. "Let's go to 
bed. I can't stand this any longer. I want you.' 

"We climbed out, dried off quickly, and walked into his bedroom. I told him 
it would be better to use his room instead of mine because Walter could tell 
from the sheets that I hadn't just been lying in bed reading. This was the 
wisest suggestion I ever made, because by the time I staggered back to my 
room hours later David's bed was a shambles. You'd think an army had marched 
through it instead of just two people indulging each other. 

"We stood by his bed and he took me in his arms. "You know, you're really 
something else," he said, and kissed me so hard I thought my lips would 
bruise. Then he lifted me, lowered my body to the bed, and straddled me. I 
looked up at his handsome face above mine and my whole being shook with 
passion. It was hardly believable. David was the most handsome man I'd ever 
seen in my life, and here he was, his naked body on top of mine, his 
powerful frame encasing me, his penis pushing hard between my legs, ready to 
plunge inside me. I wanted him to fuck me so hard then, I could think of 
nothing else. 

"I twisted my hips and felt the tip of his cock position itself, and then 
with a thrust he entered me. I gasped. He was big, and I wasn't used to a 
penis his size. I felt every inch of it slide all the way into my vagina, 
giving me sensations that I had long since thought I was unable to achieve. 
He put his arms out straight, supporting himself so that our bodies were 
joined only at the crotch. He looked down. "I like to watch my cock going in 
and out a pussy," he said. 

"He stared down, and I lifted my head and watched, too, gaining added 
sensual enjoyment from the sight of his penis sliding into me, and then out. 
I spread my legs as far apart as I could, and it was wonderful to see the 
thickness of his prick slowly going forward, feeling the pressure inside me 
as it entered, and then the final slap of his balls against my ass. He left 
it in for a moment, and then pulled it almost all the way out, so that his 
glans was right at the opening, massaging my clitoris. I could feel that big 
head rotating and caressing me, and then slowly penetrating further, deeper, 
the thickness of his shaft following, sending chills of delight through my 
loins. 

"Never once had Walter given me such pleasure. Never once had I imagined I 
could feel so good. I wanted it to continue forever, but I knew our passion 
had to be satisfied right then. We were both ready for this moment, and 
there would be more. 

"I've always felt that the first orgasm is good to have quickly, then you 
can settle down to the matter of sensual enjoyment without worrying about 
orgasm. David told me later this was his reaction, too. 

"He held himself up for a few minutes, and we watched our bodies as he 
fucked me. My breasts were standing up, their nipples real hard. David said 
he thought my tits were the best and biggest he'd ever had. He sure liked to 
suck them, too, and he did, many times. 

"Finally, he lowered himself on top of me, his hips pounding quicker and 
quicker, and he closed his mouth over mine. His body was trembling, and I 
was quivering from head to toe. Our tongues went wild in our mouths, and his 
hands held me tightly. I had my arms around his back and my nails were 
digging into him. I wanted more and more of that cock in me, so I lifted my 
legs and wrapped them around his waist. He lunged forward, and I felt him 
penetrate my vagina even more. Then he started pumping, faster and faster. I 
could feel the force of his movements as his hips came down on my body. The 
sweat was streaming down our skins, and I knew my juices were seeping out of 
my cunt and running down my crotch. "Squeeze, squeeze it," he muttered, 
breaking from my mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, good pussy, good pussy.' 

"I twisted my hips, and then a violent contraction occurred within me and I 
felt my own orgasm flood me. Then he cried out, 'I'm coming 

. . . I'm coming ... . " 

"Our bodies were pounding, pressing, fucking, and it seemed his cock grew 
ten times in size as it expanded with his climax. I could feel great loads 
shoot inside me, and with each shot he groaned, and kissed my neck and tits, 
sucking and biting. Then quickly he collapsed and lay on top of me. We were 
breathing heavily, and we clung together. I had never experienced such a 
wonderful climax. Even as it was over I was wanting more, wanting that big 
cock spurting inside me again and again. 

"He stared down at me, and kissed me gently. "That was the best fuck I've 
ever had," he said. "You sure know how to work that pussy of yours.' I 
grinned at him. "It works well with the right prick in it," I said, and we 
both laughed. He lay down beside me, and his prick, getting soft, lay 
against his leg. He looked down at it. "It sure is a big one, isn't it?" he 
said, lifting it in his fingers and fondling it. "I'm mighty proud of it.' 
He lifted his penis and turned it around, so that its glistening head shone 
in the light. He pulled the skin over the head, and then back again. "Yes, 
sirree, it's a pretty one," he said. 

"I realized then that a lot of David's enjoyment of sex was watching, seeing 
what was going on. He liked to watch his own penis in action. He even 
enjoyed masturbating himself in front of me, I found out later. He was a 
wonderful guy, but he sure was hung up on his own sex. I don't blame him one 
bit. I guess if I were a man and were built like him, I'd be proud of 
myself, too. But at that moment, we were so wrapped up in the pleasure of 
each other, that he could have told me to do anything and I'd have done it. 
And I wouldn't have cared. He was my pagan love god, and I was worshipping 
at his shrine. 

"We lay together for a few minutes, then he put his hand on my cunt and 
began playing with it. He moved down on the bed, pulled my labia open, and 
looked inside. He seemed to enjoy examining me. Then his head went forward 
and he started licking me. 

"My cunt was dripping with my juices as well as some of his come, and his 
mouth got it all. He sucked and licked all around it and put his mouth as 
far inside as he could, wrapping his lips around my clitoris and titillating 
it. It was almost more than I could bear. I'd just been fucked like I'd 
never been before, and here he was, back at that very spot, exciting me all 
over again. I could tell that he was getting ready for another session, too. 
His prick was beginning to get erect again, stretching out from his body, 
his skin pulling back, making his shaft tight and smooth-looking. I lay 
there, watching him, taking in his crotch. I understood why David liked to 
watch. I enjoyed just looking at his body and his cock. He was a beautiful 
sight. 

"His hands came up and started playing with my breasts again. Soon I was so 
hot I was ready to start fucking all over again. He seemed content to eat me 
however. He lifted my buttocks and ran his tongue down between my legs. His 
tongue found my anus and he began sucking that. He stuck a finger in my cunt 
and played with me there while his mouth excited my ass. It was the wildest 
sensation. I wanted to do the same to him, so I scooted around and we got 
into a sixty-nine position. My face was right at his pubic area, and that 
lovely cock stood up, inches from my eyes. I opened my mouth and took it 
all, tasting its stickiness and sweetness, reveling in its glorious size. 

"I sucked awhile, then pushed my mouth down over his balls. He had a large 
sac and I took it all, rolling each ball around inside my mouth, licking the 
hairs on the outside, playing with his cock at the same time. Then I slid 
down between his buttocks and put my mouth to his anus. It was tight and 
firm, but as my tongue caressed it he relaxed, and I was able to push the 
end of my tongue inside a little, licking around his flesh while my hands 
played with his penis. I felt like I was floating. 

"His mouth was sucking my ass, and I was doing the same to his. His hands 
were in my cunt, and I had his cock in my fingers. We were engrossed 
completely in a sea of sensation, and never in my life had I felt so 
completely satisfied. Any inhibitions I might have had were gone. I was 
free, and I liked this freedom. At that moment, I could have cheerfully 
given up everything I had tospend the rest of my life with this man, and 
preferably in bed with him. For once, sex meant everything. We were 
indulging everything we knew to achieve the ultimate in sensual 
satisfaction. 

"He lifted up and brought his face close to mine. "You like it between the 
tits?" he asked. "Anything," I replied, and lay back. He climbed on and sat 
across my stomach, pushing his cock between my breasts. He held them 
together, making a soft passage to enclose his shaft. He pulled the skin 
right over the end, trapped it between my tits, and then began pulling and 
pushing. 

"His prick slid out of his foreskin and towards my mouth. I opened my lips 
and let the end of it slide in. He left it there while my tongue found his 
wide cockslit and licked there, around the glans, and then concentrated on 
that spot underneath, licking like mad. He pulled it back and it slid again 
between my tits. All the time, his fingers were tweaking my nipples, making 
them harder than ever and sending more sensations through me. His cock 
looked even bigger than ever so close, and I watched as it slid towards me 
and into my mouth. While I sucked, I looked up at his body above me, his 
chest heaving, his shoulders moving, and just the sight of his muscles and 
firm skin excited me almost to orgasm. He went on fucking me between the 
tits until he got tired of the position and moved off. 

"He lay down next to me, and whispered in my ear. "You know what we do out 
on the range in Montana?" I shook my head, and giggled. "Probably jack off," 
I replied. "No, we fuck each other in the ass," he told me, 'And that's what 
I want now.' 

"I was about to refuse, thinking of the size of his organ, but suddenly I 
had a mental picture of that cock penetrating my ass-hole, and knew that 
this would be a sensation like nothing before. The perversity of it sent 
shivers through me. Without a word, I rolled over on my stomach. I felt him 
lie on top of me, his cock between my buttocks. 

"Walter had done this to me a few times, and it hadn't hurt a bit, because 
Walter's cock isn't that big. But David's was like a telephone pole, and it 
felt like it as he pushed it forward, the head touching my anus. His prick 
was already wet from my sucking it so there was no need for any lubrication. 
Despite his size he slipped in easily, and I felt my ass-hole expand beneath 
the thickness of his rod. He was gentle, and slowly he pushed until it was 
all in. Then he put his hand around the front of my body, and his fingers 
found my cunt and started masturbating me as he fucked me in the ass. I felt 
his fingers on my clitoris, and from the inside his mighty prick was 
exciting my organs until I felt my whole intestines were one churning mass 
of sensation. 

"Feel good?" he asked, pounding his hips, and I nodded. "You want me to come 
this way?" he asked, and I shook my head. "I want you to come in my cunt," I 
said. "Okay, next time," he replied, and I began to wonder if David was able 
to fuck all night and never stop. I'd heard of some men who could have 
multiple orgasms, though the most Walter had ever come in one night was 
twice. That was why I wanted David to come in my cunt rather than in my ass, 
because I thought it would be the last time that night. I had underestimated 
him. He was a sex machine, and he loved every way, every kind, as often as 
he could get it, as I found out later. 

"He left his cock in my ass and went on, his movements getting faster. I 
worked my hips in rhythm with his own, pushing back as he pushed forward so 
that my ass hit his body, ramming his organ deep inside, and I felt his 
balls slap against me. I put my hands back and started playing with them, 
circling them with my fingers and letting my nails caress his sac. "Stick 
your finger up my ass," he whispered. 

"Feeling around his body, I pushed my hand between his buttocks. I had to 
push because they were tight and muscular as he jammed home into me. But I 
located his anus and pushed my middle finger in, rotating the hard mass of 
his rod inside. It was as stiff as a board. I rubbed around inside, knowing 
that this only increased his sensations. He began moaning. "Honey honey...' 
he said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.' 

"His cock was moving in and out and around, and my finger stayed in him, 
helping him towards his final thrust. Then I felt him quiver, and push his 
penis deep inside me, and then spurt load after load into me, while his 
finger pushed deep into my cunt. I felt a paroxysm of ecstasy, and my body 
convulsed with my own climax. He gasped and lay still on top of me. I pulled 
my hand away, and he slowly slid off my back and lay still, his eyes closed 
and his chest heaving. "Jeez, that was the best ever," he muttered. "Nothing 
like a good ass-fuck.' 

"I was exhausted. My ass was feeling a little raw from his enormous joint, 
and my cunt ached from his rubbing, but it was all a good feeling. Inside, I 
was incredibly satisfied, and I knew he was too. He lay there, his eyes shut 
until his breathing settled down, and then he turned to me and kissed me 
gently. "I could fuck you all night," he said softly. "You want some more?" 
I nodded. "I'll never turn down that prick of yours," I told him, and I 
really meant it, which was why we went on, night after night. 

"I was in love with his cock. It gave me more pleasure than I dreamed was 
possible in sex, and that was important, considering how my love life with 
Walter had been. No matter how much you love someone, there does come a time 
when you want a night of honest-to-goodness fucking, good solid sex, to get 
rid of all the pent-up emotions. This is what David did for me. He released 
everything that I had stored up for years. I had waited patiently for the 
one moment when I could let the flood gates open and enjoy myself without 
any remorse or inhibition. Every womanly instinct I ever had had come to the 
surface then. 

"I lay back and let him start kissing my tits again. He licked them all 
around, underneath, on top, at the end, biting the nipples until they were 
firm and quivering, until my cunt was oozing once more in anticipation of 
what was coming. 

"This time I wondered how David would want it. I soon found out. He looked 
over at the mirror above the dresser. "Come on, I want to watch this time," 
he said, taking my arm and pulling me off the bed. He stood in front of the 
mirror and pushed me down between his legs. He spread them wide and pushed 
his cock forward, towards my mouth. It was stiff-soft, hung down, half 
sticking out because of its length. I took it in my hands and pulled it 
towards me, stretching it as far as I could. We both looked in the mirror, 
and he laughed. "Ain't it a pretty one?" he said, admiring himself. He drew 
himself up, stuck his chest out, and put his hands on his hips. "Suck it, 
baby, suck it good," he said. 

"I closed my lips around the end, while I held the rest of it firmly between 
my fingers. Even soft, the end filled my mouth. I massaged his skin back and 
forth, while my mouth sucked his glans and my tongue caressed his skin. 
Gradually, I felt him rise, and his organ begin to throb again. As it became 
firm enough to stand up, I let my hands slide down to his balls, playing 
with them, rolling them around. I put one finger up his ass again, and 
massaged him. His eyes were glued to the mirror, watching every moment, 
loving the sight of himself being fellated. Just for a change, I lifted my 
mouth off and pushed my breasts forward, rubbing them together around his 
cock. I knew he liked this, and it felt good to me, too. 

"Then David took my arm, lifted me up, and kissed me. "Okay, the final 
fuck," he murmured, and pulled me over to the bed, lowering himself on top 
of me, his prick ramming into my soft, juicy cunt. He must have exhausted 
all his imagination by now, because he just lay there, his hips moving, 
driving his organ in and out of me. His eyes were closed, and he seemed 
totally wrapped up in the act. I was content to run my fingers over his 
back, feeling his muscles tighten and flex, and glorying in the joy of such 
a body on top of mine taking me completely, as a woman wants to be taken. 

"There was no kissing now, no side play, just plain honest-to-goodness 
fucking, and his hips drove his rod into me with practiced efficiency. He 
was a machine, I thought, a sex machine. 

"How long we went on, I don't know. It seemed hours, but finally he started 
jerking and quivering more than usual. His hands dug into me, and I knew he 
was approaching his climax. His lips suddenly closed over my mouth, and he 
tongued me briefly, then he lifted his head. "Fuck, fuck, pussy," he cried 
out, and jammed his cock into me, holding it there. I could feel it 
pulsating as it ejaculated, and then he collapsed on top of me, and lay 
still. 

"I think he would have fallen asleep with his prick still in me if I hadn't 
gently pushed him off and regretfully reminded him that I had to go back to 
my room. He kissed me and told me to keep it warm till the following night. 
I didn't have to do that. Just the thought of him made me hotter'n a 
firecracker. I knew it would be difficult getting through the day, knowing 
what was in store for me at night after Walter went to work. 

"The next night it was wilder than ever before. We both had the memory of 
what we had done, and we wanted to do it better. His passion was more 
violent, and mine matched his in intensity. As each night went by, we tried 
new and different ways. Some nights we fucked before the mirror, other 
nights in the bathroom. One night we even did it in the middle of the living 
room. We were so hot, we wanted it then, and not a second later. 

"I found myself caught up in complete sexual preoccupation. Every minute I 
was thinking of David's body, his prick, his face. Everything about him 
filled me with such satisfaction that I didn't even want to think about the 
time when he would be leaving, yet in the back of my mind I knew this was a 
temporary thing, a passing fling, and I didn't want it to end. That was why 
when Walter came home unexpectedly, and the shit really hit the fan, it 
wasn't so much what Walter said that bothered me, it was the knowledge that 
my affair with David had been brought to an end sooner than otherwise. 

"I don't know whether I really felt it could continue much longer, or if we 
would ever see each other again. David meant so much to me by this time I 
guess I really overlooked my position as Walter's wife, and, regretfully, as 
David's aunt. I certainly didn't dream I would get so carried away, and 
definitely didn't want Walter to find out, ever, not because of my own 
guilt, but because I didn't want to hurt him. He would have been aware, I 
knew, as he was, that David was more appealing physically than he was. 
Walter knew about my affair with Ronnie way back in school, before we were 
married, and he knew the type of man that really turned me on. I guess 
Walter's anger stemmed more from the insult he felt than the fact that I had 
been having intercourse with my nephew. You see, Walter is an engineer, and 
they think very logically, very carefully. I guess if Walter had been a 
little more devil-may-care, he might have been able to excite me the way 
David did. Even his physical lack would have somehow not been that 
important. Although, truthfully, after having sex with David, I don't think 
I could ever be totally satisfied with any other man again, because I don't 
think any man could ever match him. David has been the ultimate in my life, 
and I just hope that I'll be able to continue now, satisfied with my 
situation. I do want to stay with Walter. We love each other, which may 
sound very strange, but I don't think a sexual fling is any reason for a 
marriage to break up. There are other things that hold two people together, 
and Walter and I do have a lot in common, as well as having our child. If he 
will realize that I do still love him, and am willing to try to make a go of 
our relationship, then I'm sure he will forget this eventually. 

"This may sound very selfish of me. like eating one's cake and having it, 
too. But then I'm a woman, and when you've been frustrated as long as I have 
been with Walter, you just break loose when a man like David comes into your 
life. If it hadn't been David, it would have been someone else. Now I think 
I've got it out of my system, at least for a while." 

The psychiatrist studied the case for several days, and then called in 
Walter and Maureen together. He told them both that while marital fidelity 
is the ultimate ideal, it is not a practical one. He asked Walter if he had 
had any extra-marital affairs since his marriage. Walter immediately reacted 
violently, and was about to refuse to continue the discussion, when the 
psychiatrist stopped him and explained that there cannot be a double 
standard in marriage. If Maureen had been unfaithful, was it the fact that 
the man she had had intercourse with was her nephew, or just the sex itself? 
And, either way, was she any more guilty of breaking her marriage vows than 
he was? He said that honesty between marriage partners is the only key to a 
successful relationship, and the reason he had asked Walter about his own 
extra-marital episodes was to clarify the fact that neither partner is 
blameless. 

Walter calmed down and realized the wisdom of the psychiatrist's strategy. 
He admitted that he had not been completely without blame, and that it was 
more the fact that David was Maureen's nephew that had cast such a feeling 
of repugnance over him. The psychiatrist explained that this relationship, 
while frowned upon by society's moral codes, had little to do with the basic 
problem. Maureen was attracted to this type of man, and because he happened 
to be related to her was merely coincidence. He advised that Maureen be 
given more attention sexually, and that they both look upon the encounter as 
a reason to draw more closely together. Walter could never change his 
physical shape, but he could alter his attitudes, and he had to realize that 
his wife was a demanding one, and needed the physical attention as well as 
the love they shared. 

The fact that they had shared their marriage bed for many years should make 
no difference, and as Maureen's husband, Walter should realize that her 
sexual needs had not abated but had grown in intensity, and that now, as a 
result of his discovering her affair, he should try, as her husband, to 
fulfill her in every way. 


THE END
