Aunt Shirley's Sins
by Unknown 


One 

Cathy Owens was a wild chick, at least that was what her parents had always 
said. That translated, thought Cathy, into the fact that she had been 
screwing around quite a bit lately, and her parents didn't know how to deal 
with it. 

Deal with it? What in the fuck did they have to deal with? As far as Cathy 
was concerned, she thought she had dealt with it pretty well, by getting the 
birth control pills. She guessed her parents didn't see it exactly that way. 

Well, then, fuck 'em! That was how Cathy felt about it! She was eighteen, 
and she could do what she fucking well pleased! And, if they wanted to get 
her out of their hair, she'd go along with it. She'd even live with her Aunt 
Shirley and her Uncle Derek, if that was the way they wanted it, at least 
until she could get a job and had enough extra money to get out on her own. 

It wouldn't be that big of a deal changing schools for her final year, 
except for Tom, of course. Tom had been her boyfriend in Colorado, and now 
that she was living in Oregon, she didn't figure she'd be seeing a whole 
hell of a lot of him. Oh, well, there would be other boys; Hell, there 
always were. 

Back to business. Now where was I? Cathy asked herself. Ah, yes, the latest 
issue of PARTYGIRL. She had picked it up at the newsstand downtown, and the 
clerk hadn't even blinked an eye when she had laid it in front of him on the 
counter. 

Cathy guessed that she wouldn't be getting out much over the next couple of 
days while she settled into what they loosely termed life in this hick berg 
in southern Oregon. 

It had been several years since she last stayed with Aunt Shirley and Uncle 
Derek. She had been just a little girl then, and she was unsure just how far 
they'd let her go now. Would they realize she was an adult, or treat her 
like the little girl in pigtails she had been a decade ago? 

So, until she met some kids-some boys, let's be honest-she would have to 
have something for amusement. Yeah, the magazine would do quite well for the 
time being ... 

She went over to her suitcase and took the magazine out, then returned to 
the bed and sat down. It was kind of exciting to her, opening the latest 
issue. It was a regular routine ... 

Where else could you see so many naked studs at once, all of them handsome, 
all of them hung, and all of them yours for the night? And, of course, with 
no need to say thank you to them or change the sheets afterward. 

Cathy flipped open the magazine and started to page through it. The first 
photo layout was of a young guy, naked but wearing a black leather jacket in 
some of the shots, posed on and around a big chrome-plated motorcycle. 

Not bad, she thought. Not too fuckin' bad. Now, once she was back in school, 
she wouldn't mind picking up something like that! He was kind of a 
tough-looking character, but Cathy actually liked that. 

She liked a guy to be manly, not like some of the wimpy dorks she knew at 
school. She wanted a big guy, a strong kind, kind of like Uncle Derek, now 
that she thought about it! 

In the pictures he was only about half-hard, but she knew that if she was 
around the guy she could remedy that pretty fucking easily! And she would be 
more than pleased to do just that, that was for fucking sure! 

She imagined him pressing his naked body to hers, and she thought of what it 
would feel like to cup his balls in her hand, to lift up and to squeeze that 
big cock of his. MMMmmmm! 

Somehow, looking at the pictures, thinking about the stud in them, she kept 
getting her fantasies mixed up with Uncle Derek. Crazy! And what would Aunt 
Shirley have thought about that? 

Now, getting back to brass tacks, what was it about a guy's bone that was so 
endlessly fascinating to her? She wasn't really sure; all she knew was that 
all she had to do was to be around a guy that she was interested in, say Tom 
back in Colorado, for instance, and she just couldn't keep her mind off of 
his fucking cock'. 

Cathy could feel the tension in her body building, and she knew she had to 
do something about it. There was a lock on the door, so she didn't need to 
worry about anyone barging in on her. 

Besides, Aunt Shirley was the only one around at the moment. Yeah, she was 
going to have to do something about that aching in her crotch or she was 
going to explode! 

It had been over a month since she last had any good lovin', since she last 
had Tom's cock in her. Right after their last date her parents had really 
blown up. 

Jeez, I mean really ... Just because she hadn't come home for three days and 
nights was that any reason to freak out? 

Three days and nights of wild, wonderful sex! Yes, that was definitely what 
she really needed right now. 

Cathy reached down and unbuttoned the top button on her jeans, then she 
pulled her pants down over her hips. Yeah, that was a lot better! She 
reached down and rubbed her little chestnut-colored snatch with her fingers, 
letting them dawdle a little bit into the little pink cleft of her pussy. 

She couldn't keep her eyes off of those pictures! Cathy rubbed her pussy 
hard, feeling its heat beneath her fingertips. 

Jeez, was she ever feeling horny! What she really needed was a nice hard 
dick probing up into her aching little cunt, and the only guy she knew in 
town was Uncle Derek. And there she was, doing it again! 

Try to get it through your mind that Uncle Derek is off limits' Hell, you 
just didn't go around fucking your uncle, that was all there was to it! 
Well, lacking him and lacking anyone else, she figured she could manage a 
pretty decent substitute ... 

She extended her middle finger and ran it up and down the length of her 
cuntslice, probing it in just a little ways. That felt so delicious that she 
knew it wasn't going to take too fucking long before she had cum her brains 
out! 

Cathy reached up and ran her free hand over her thrusting tits, feeling the 
little sharp spikes of her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her 
blouse. She may not have had much in the tit department, but like Tom had 
always said, more than a handful was a waste. 

Yeah, that was about what she had, was a nice, couple of firm handfuls. 
Okay, so they were small handfuls! It wasn't like she was going to stop 
growing! 

Cathy unbuttoned her blouse so that she could get at her tits better. She 
peeled the fabric of her blouse apart and then looked down at a single 
out-thrust tit. 

Her tits were unusual, she thought. You had to say that for them, even if 
they weren't gigantic. And, too, she'd never gotten any complaints about 
them. She might have wished for a huge pair of floppers if she had had her 
druthers, but these would do in a pinch, or to be pinched. 

They were just little upward-perked tits, two pointed mounds capped with 
nipples that were so light that you couldn't even see the edges of the 
dimpled aureoles. They just seemed to fade into the surrounding flesh. 

Cathy licked a finger and ran it in little circular swirls around her out 
thrust nipple, making it harden even more, sending little tickling twinges 
through her body and straight to her hungry little pussy. 

Shit! She felt like she could scream, she needed to be fucked so badly! Why 
couldn't there be some big cocked stud available to ram her up the twat when 
she really needed it? She quickly flipped through the pages of the magazine 
to another photo spread, and took a look at that. 

The pictures were of an Italian-looking guy with sharply chiseled, almost 
feminine features, and lots of curly black hair. He was a body builder, she 
guessed, because his body was really nice, all the muscles developed and 
nicely-defined, even though he wasn't one of these Schwarzenegger Muscle 
Beach monstrosities. 

Cathy just couldn't hold herself back at that point in the game. She thrust 
two fingers deeply into her little brunette twat, feeling the wetness and 
the heat that was smoldering inside. Her pussy was almost too sensitive for 
the probing of her fingers, so that just sliding her fingers in practically 
set off the fireworks. 

She started to feather, to slide, to squirm her fingers in, while her free 
thumb rubbed and twiddled her little clit like she was a goddamned banjo 
virtuoso. 

Oh, man! Yeah! Yeah! That was the fuckin' spot! 

Yeah, Cathy knew, it wouldn't be too fucking long after she had entered her 
new school that she picked some guy up, and then she wouldn't have to be 
diddling herself so much. She could get the real thing - a nice hard boner - 
shoved up her twat and ramming into it. 

All she'd have to do was show up at school and shake her little ass around a 
little bit and, sure enough, she'd have some hungry wolf trailing her, 
trying a cop a sniff of her pussy. 

Cathy turned over on her side on the bed, scooting the magazine over where 
it was out of her way. She just couldn't wait any longer! She would have 
liked to sustain her little finger-fucking, but she was just too hot and 
bothered to hold off. She had to have it! 

She lay her cheek next to the magazine, so that the stud was right next to 
her, and her eyes zeroed in on his naked cock and balls while she began to 
really drive her fingers into her yearning pussy with a vengeance. 

She closed her eyes and her mouth lolled open, breathing hard, as she ran 
her fingers in and out of her pussy, driving them in. 

What if that was that guy's hard boner driving into my twat? she thought. 
What if he was gripping my little asscheeks with his strong fingers and 
slamming into me with his bone? 

She squirmed her fingers deep, making a little slurping sound. 

She had her fingers driven all the way to the back of her pussy and she was 
massaging the insides and the far wall with her twisting, probing fingers. 
At the same time her fingers were working her nipple, lightly pinching, 
pulling on it until her brain was fevered with lust, and she was woozy from 
the continued finger probing. 

Cathy lay on her side on the bed, her designer jeans pulled down to her 
knees, as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, bringing herself 
closer and closer to her climax. 

Exquisite, exquisite. At least that was what Shirley Langendorf thought. 

Somehow she had had the intuition that her niece might be up to something 
back there in her new room, and so she had decided to check up on her. She 
had promised to watch out for Cathy to her parents, after all. 

And it had paid off beautifully, that intuition that something was going on. 
As beautiful as Cathy's pale and beautifully-shaped ass contrasted against 
the raspberry-colored bedspread, viewed through the keyhole of the old door. 

Shirley couldn't help what she did, at least that was what she was to tell 
herself later. Without even thinking about it her fingers snaked under her 
house dress, and started to rub her pussy through the thin fabric of her 
panties. 

She had been trying to fight that feeling she had about Cathy ever since she 
had arrived, but seeing her naked there on the bed, masturbating, sure 
wasn't helping her resolve any! 

All she could think of was that young, shapely ass - the ass of a girl who 
was rapidly becoming a woman - and what she would do with that pretty ass if 
she had half a chance. 

It was crazy, Shirley thought, shaking her head, then returning her eye to 
the keyhole. It was fucking crazy! 

For one thing, she wasn't a lesbo, and never had been one. She'd never even 
ever really had thoughts about making it with another woman up until that 
point, but then, of course, Cathy wasn't exactly a woman, either. 

Now, everyone, Shirley supposed, had had a few fantasies like the ones she 
had been having. There had been times when she had been younger when a 
girlfriend had spent the night and Shirley had watched them undress. 

Sure, maybe she had watched with interest at those times, wondering what it 
would be like to touch their tits or even what it would be like to taste 
their pussies or make love to them. 

She had wondered often enough, too, what it would be like if she had a dick, 
what it would feel like to drive a dick into another woman's pussy. 

Those were just thoughts, that was all! She had never had the least 
inclination to act upon them! She wasn't a lesbo! Besides, even if she had, 
Derek would have killed her if he caught her fucking around with another 
broad! 

But all it had taken was for her sister to give her a call and to ask if her 
niece Cathy could spend the summer with her and her husband, and then to 
pick Cathy up at the Greyhound station. 

Cathy wasn't exactly the little girl in pigtails that Shirley remembered her 
as. Those summers years ago, with Cathy cavorting without her top on in the 
sprinkler in the front yard ... Well, things had changed since then, that 
was for fucking sure! 

In Shirley's mind's eye she could see Cathy getting off of the bus, and the 
wave of shock that had gone through her when she saw how grown up the 
"little girl" had become! 

She was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Petite, with the body of a 
woman-not-yet-a-woman, she could have easily been in one of those "teen" 
magazines as a model. 

That, Shirley, figured was the whole problem. That was what had gotten Cathy 
into problems with the boys in her hometown in Colorado and had made her 
parents insist that she get away from that scene by coming to Oregon. 

Well, judging from her sister's description, what had happened in Colorado 
had been a problem, anyway. Shirley wasn't quite so sure that they weren't 
over-reacting to what was perfectly normal in a young girl: dating, staying 
out late with boyfriends, experimenting with sex and even "going all the 
way". 

Hell, that kind of behavior was normal in a young girl. What Shirley should 
have worried about was if Cathy wasn't showing an interest in the opposite 
sex at her age ... 

Maybe her sister didn't remember too well what a little flirt she had been 
when she was Cathy's age. Or maybe she did remember and didn't want Cathy to 
come as close to being called the class whore as she had. 

Shirley'd have to tell Cathy sometime about how her mother had acted when 
she was her age, maybe that would do something to balance the guilt trip her 
parents were trying to lay on her. 

Of course, Shirley thought, her mind coming back to Cathy lying there on the 
bed, her ass moving gently up and down as she drove her fingers into her 
pussy, there was the other problem, too. 

Shirley's problem. 

Put it down to the fuckin' seven-year-itch and to balling the same guy week 
in and week out for all these years! She and Derek had been cooling down in 
their marriage lately and ... Was that it? Cooling down? 

Now that she thought about it, that wasn't exactly it that was causing her 
wandering eye. It had just been that they had decided to "spice up" their 
marriage after fifteen years. That wasn't "cooling down", that was just 
doing something to counter the inevitable toning down of a relationship that 
always happened. 

Shirley ran her fingers over her pussy, feeling it heat up a little bit. 
Now, this wasn't exactly the way that she thought Derek would approve of her 
"spicing up" their marriage, spying on their young niece and jerking off 
while she did it. 

Hell, Derek would freak out if he knew what she was doing, that was for 
certain. Derek may have been a horny bastard most of the time, but if it 
came down to Shirley getting involved with her niece, no way would he go 
along with it. 

Derek would have freaked even if Shirley had just had a fling with another 
broad, but with his niece? Wow! But, Derek wasn't due home for another 
hour-and-a-half, and so there was no danger of being found out. 

She could probably get away with ... 

Shirley sat up on her knees and reached under her house dress. She slid her 
fingers into the latex waistband, and then she slid her panties down until 
they were tangled around her knees. Yeah, that would sure make what she had 
planned a hell of a lot easier ... 

Then she brought her eye to the keyhole again. 

Oh, Cathy, she thought, how I would dearly love to ... 

And then Shirley Langendorf tried to stop what she was thinking about her 
niece. She shouldn't be thinking that sort of thing, especially about her 
young niece. Things like ... 

She pressed her eye against the keyhole. Like sticking her tongue into that 
tight little ass and swirling it around! There! She had gone ahead and 
thought it! 

It was really filthy, she knew, to think things like that about her young 
niece, but the truth was, she told herself, that she just couldn't fucking 
control herself! 

Hell, maybe she was a fucking lesbian, after all! Maybe these years with 
Derek had just been a big fucking mistake, and what she really needed was to 
be eating out the pussy of some broad instead of taking Derek's big dick 
into her pussy! 

But the horrible thing was, she wasn't interested in making it with just any 
woman, all she knew was that she was desperately turned-on by her little 
niece. And that was worse! 

Shirley just couldn't wait another second. Simultaneously, not removing her 
eye from the keyhole as she watched that beautiful little ass clenching in 
the room, she slid two fingers up her pussy. They went in easily, her cunt 
channel lubricated by her own hot pussy juices. 

Ooh, that felt so fucking good! Shit, she wished that she could do that all 
of the time ... 

And something else, too, she thought, and that was when she slid the index 
finger of her other hand up her asshole. Yeah! To be fucked from both ends, 
that was what she really needed! 

She could see Cathy's body twitching and writhing in ecstasy as she diddled 
herself on the bed. Somehow I've got to put an end to it! Shirley thought. I 
just can't let myself get so carried away that I ... 

She was thrusting and sliding two fingers deeply into her twat, her 
breathing coming much quicker now, her whole body heating up as she drove 
her fingers in, slid them part way out, drove them in again. Oooohh! That 
felt so fucking good! 

At the same time she was twirling and feathering a single finger into her 
asshole, driving it in, twirling it, tickling the length of her little tight 
channel with her finger. 

What I really want is to lick her little asshole until she screams with 
pleasure ... I'd just love to fuck her ... Maybe if I used my dildo on that 
little cunt of hers ... I'd just fuckin' love to cram that big rod up her 
asshole ... 

Shirley's breathing speeded as her fingers continued to slide into her, 
twisting, massaging the inner walls of her pussy, pressing them all the way 
in, while at the same time her other hand drilled a single finger - like a 
little dick - into her asshole. 

I want it! Shirley thought to herself. I want everything with Cathy! Oh, God 
how I want to fuck her! I want to eat her sweet little pussy out! I want to 
... 

And, with the picture of that beautiful, naked little babe imprinted on 
Shirley's brain, the sensation had risen until it seemed to burst its 
floodgates inside of Shirley's body. She knelt there trembling, her body 
convulsing as raw waves of bliss raped through her body, centering in her 
pussy and her asshole. 

She just kept plunging her fingers into her cunt as the raw heat continued 
radiating out, making her tremble and gasp with the bliss of it. 

 Two 

Aunt Shirley was sure acting weird as all shit, Cathy thought. Of course, 
older people always acted weird. Hell, Aunt Shirley was thirty-five if she 
was a day! 

Cathy was walking on the graveled side of the road that led past Aunt 
Shirley and Uncle Derek's house out to the airport. Deep in her thoughts she 
hardly noticed the heavy mid-day traffic, though the occasional local boy in 
their rumbling 4x4's couldn't miss her. 

It was a scorchingly hot summer day in the high nineties and all Cathy was 
wearing was a pair of ultra short cut-off jeans and a tight tanktop that 
clung like a coat of paint to her elegant little bobbing tits. 

She kept thinking she had to make some friends because, despite what Shirley 
or Derek might think her idea of a good time was, it sure as fuck wasn't 
sitting around the house and eating popcorn and watching the goddamned 
television! 

Hell, her parents and Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek got to fuck any time they 
wanted, but naturally they assumed that just because Cathy was at the peak 
of her sexuality she wouldn't have any interest in the subject at all! 

Letting her mind clear of those thoughts, Cathy reached the little root beer 
stand, opened the door and went in. 

"Hi," the girl behind the counter said, "be with you in a minute." 

Cathy glanced around. There was only one other person around, a young guy 
who was too fat and too pimply and looked too much like a regular on "Hee 
Haw" to hold any interest for her, whatsoever. 

The girl behind the counter finished cleaning up a spill she had been 
dealing with, and then came back to the counter to wait on Cathy. "Can I 
help you?" she asked, smiling at Cathy. 

"I'd like a medium-sized root beer float," Cathy said, and then, after 
noting it on a pad, the girl started to prepare the float. 

She looked like the type of chick who would make a good friend, Cathy 
thought. Nice looking, offering another bit of bait for picking up guys if 
they were on the town, but not stuck up, so that you could bear to be with 
her. 

"New around here?" she asked, looking over her shoulder as she scooped ice 
cream out of a standup freezer. 

"That's right. I'm staying with the Langendorf's just down the road for the 
summer." 

"Really?" she asked. "Where you from?" 

"Colorado," Cathy said. "Crazy little town called Trinidad, but it's about 
as far from a tropical paradise as you can get. But it's nice. Lots of cute 
boys, at least during the ski season. 

"So far," Cathy went, "I don't know anyone around here, except for my boring 
old aunt and uncle." 

"Want to meet some kids?" The other young woman brought Cathy's ice cream 
float over to the counter. "That'll be sixty-five cents ... " 

As Cathy counted the change she was carrying in the pocket of her cut-offs, 
she said, "Yeah. That'd be fun to meet some kids instead of hanging around 
the house. What'd you have in mind?" 

"Well, the reason I asked is because my boyfriend and I are going out 
tonight, but we need somebody for his friend." 

"A blind date?" 

"Yeah," the blonde said, laughing, "but I know the guy. He's a fox. Well, 
almost a fox. Really, I'm not lying to you." 

Cathy nodded. No matter how it turned out it was bound to be better than 
sitting around the house and watching the boob tube. 

"Sure," she said, "Where will I meet you?" She handed the change to the 
counter girl. 

"Give me your address and we'll pick you up in Mike's car. I'm serious. This 
guy I'm setting you up with is a fox! You'll like him!" She handed Cathy her 
pad of paper and pen and Cathy wrote her phone number and address down on 
it. 

As Cathy started to walk away, the blonde called out: 

"Oh, by the way! I'm Lana." 

Cathy smiled. "I'm Cathy. I'm sure glad I met you ... " 

"Eight o'clock. Oh! Cathy, wear something casual, we're not going any place 
fancy. Casual, but, you know, sexy ... " 

"Will do!" Cathy said as she strolled through the doorway carrying her root 
beer float. The eyes of the guy sitting in the booth followed the fluxing of 
her exiting ass. 

Well, she thought, at least that sounds promising ... 

* * * 

Shirley had planned the whole thing out to the utmost perfection. She was 
standing naked in the bathroom and the dildo was setting on the bathroom 
counter. Now, she thought, it will take Cathy perhaps twenty minutes to walk 
up to the root beer stand and to walk back. I'll hear her come through the 
door, and she has to walk by the bathroom in order to reach her bedroom ... 

Maybe it wouldn't work, but all Shirley knew was that she had to try 
something, she was that desperate. 

She looked into the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. Hell, she 
didn't look too damned bad! Maybe she wasn't the woman that she had been 
when Derek had been courting her, but she didn't have too many complaints 
about the way the years had treated her ... Hell, she looked a lot better 
than most of the chicks her age that she knew ... 

Shirley's hair hung down to her shoulders in long, lustrous brunette waves. 
And at her crotch, there was a big, furry inverted triangle of the same 
color of hair. 

She had to admit that her hips were maybe a little wider than she would have 
liked if she had had a choice, but they still looked damned sensual 
reflected there in the silvered glass of the mirror. 

And then there were her tits. Always her best feature, Shirley had quite a 
set. They were big, and thrust way out from her chest, and her nipples 
looked like little frisbees of honeyed-brown perched on the ends of the 
elongated mounds. 

Shirley couldn't resist touching them. She swirled her fingertips around the 
little out thrusting tips of her nipples, making them twinge with sensation, 
making them harden and further stand out. 

Yeah, Derek had always been hung up on those tits, all right! There was no 
doubt about that! All she had to do was to take her shirt off, or to open up 
her dress and to let him see those big knockers of hers for him to start 
sniffing around, eager to get, his lips on her nipples, his fingers 
squeezing and touching her big tits. 

Shirley glanced over at her accomplice sitting on the bathroom counter. At 
her accomplice, she thought, smiling. Well, it had been her trusted 
accomplice for a hell of a long time, that dildo had, both with Derek and 
without. 

When he had shot his wad and was having trouble coming up with a second shot 
to deliver to her cunt, it was always ready and waiting and never lacking 
for a solid hard-on, even when Derek's cock was limp and expended. 

Or when Derek wasn't around and something had set Shirley off, made her need 
to be fucked, it was always ready for her then, too. 

She picked up the big black plastic prick and looked at it. It gleamed 
lustrously in the bathroom light as she turned it over in her hand, admiring 
its huge size and its realism. 

If that was modeled after the cock of a real man, Shirley thought, then that 
was one hell of a stud. Hell, it was at least an additional quarter of the 
size of Derek's rod when he had a bone-on! That big bastard of a prick was 
fucking huge, and that was sure the fuckin' way she liked it! 

And that was when Shirley heard the Robbin's collie down the street, 
barking. Yeah, she had it planned to perfection ... 

That dog provided a perfect alarm to let her know Cathy was on her way back, 
and now it was just a matter of setting up the trap and hoping that her 
young niece was going to fall into it. 

Shirley went over to the bathroom door and opened it part way. She opened it 
wide enough so that if Cathy walked by and glanced over to the door she 
wouldn't be able to help seeing what was going on inside of the bathroom. 
And then Shirley sat down on the fluffy cover of the toilet seat and psyched 
herself up for what was to come. 

Any moment now Cathy would be coming through the front door ... 

Shirley angled the glistening head of the big black plastic boner into her 
pink, splayed pussylips, pressing it insistently inward. Oh yeah, you big 
fuckin' stud, Shirley thought, just fuck the living shit out of me. 

Shirley firmly pressed the dildo, sinking it into her twat, her mouth coming 
open in an unvoiced cry of joy. She pressed it inward, gripping that cock 
with both of her hands, feeling every inch of its slick, veiny length as she 
sank it deeply inward. 

Oh, that felt so fuckin' good! She squinched her eyes closed and imagined 
the body that must be on a guy with a big, black bone like that ... Christ, 
he must be a fuckin' monster! He must have a big, black, muscular body, all 
glistening with well-formed muscles as he supported himself above her, 
driving that big, hard bone into her again and again and again! 

Shit, that stud had some kind of staying power as he just held himself above 
her, driving that monstrous wang deep into her cunt, ramming her again and 
again and again ... 

She sank that thick rod deeper into her twat channel, forcing it inward, its 
thick mushroom-like head barely negotiating the tight, slick passage of her 
cunt. 

Oh, yeah! she whimpered to herself, pressing it inward and then drawing the 
big dildo out a little ways, pressing it inward and forcing it to dive a 
little bit deeper into her cunt, then sliding it forth again. 

Her twat was juicing when she heard the sound of the front door opening. 
Well, she thought with satisfaction, turnabout is fair play ... Since I saw 
Cathy's naked, incredible little ass, then she gets an eyeful, too ... 

She started to move that dildo faster, panting, knowing that her niece was 
approaching through the front room. Oh, God! she thought, that felt so 
fuckin' fantastic! 

She was panting out, driving that bone into her grasping cunt faster and 
faster, thinking that it wouldn't be too long until she was exploding. Just 
the thought that her niece would, in a matter of moments, be staring at her 
naked body while she rammed that dildo in almost made her tremble with 
incredible delight. 

There was something so fucking exciting ... so plain dirty about screwing 
herself with that rod, making herself cum while her young niece looked on 
that Shirley found tremendously exciting! 

And Shirley had timed it just right. 

Cathy was expecting nothing as she walked through the living room, glanced 
around, and then went down the hallway. 

"Aunt Shirley?" she called out quietly, and when she heard no answer, a 
picture of her aunt out in the backyard, probably hanging up clothes came 
into Cathy's mind. Yeah, she was probably outside, doing something ... 

But that imaginary image of her aunt was suddenly and shockingly replaced as 
Cathy walked down the hallway, and then casually glanced through the 
partially opened door of the bathroom. 

Cathy's breath caught as she looked into the bathroom and saw her aunt 
sitting on the furry toilet seat. Her eyes were squinted closed and her 
expression looked like she was in pain - or perhaps it was in ecstasy - as 
she drove that big black dildo into her furry crotch again and again, each 
stroke making her big, dark-nippled tits jog with the impact! 

Cathy stared at her aunt with a mixture of horror and with fascinated 
curiosity. She didn't know what to think! She stood there for a moment, the 
soft drink in her hand totally forgotten as she watched her aunt drive that 
big, black dildo again and again into her dark-furred crotch, just jamming 
it in, jamming it in hard, and then she heard her aunt's wailing cry of 
bliss: 

"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered ecstatically, shoving the dildo in and out of her 
cunt, "Oh, fuck! I'm fuckin' cumming ... " and then her words turned into a 
whimpering, gasping cry as her whole body shook and she drove that dildo's 
last hard-driving strokes right into her jerking pussy. 

Cathy hurried away from the doorway, amazed and a little shaken by what she 
had seen. She stepped into her bedroom and quietly closed the door behind 
her. Jeez, what a surprise! She had no idea - she could never have imagined 
that Aunt Shirley did anything like that! She had always thought of her aunt 
as being so much more conservative than that, not so wild, so frenzied when 
it came to sex! 

Cathy sat down on the edge of her bed, unable to get the image of her aunt 
slamming that black, glistening rod into her cunt. Wow, she had really been 
going at it! And those tits! Shit, she had known that her aunt had big tits, 
that was obvious, even through the house dresses that she wore, but she 
hadn't quite realized how ... how fuckin' sexy they were! 

They were so big, and those nipples were incredible ... Wow! Finally Cathy 
had a better idea of what it was that her Uncle Derek saw in Shirley ... and 
if what they did in the bedroom was anything like what Aunt Shirley had been 
up to in the bathroom, then they had some pretty wild fuck sessions in there 
... 

She wondered if her Uncle Derek had anything like that kind of a bone on him 
... Well, of course, it wouldn't be black! But did it get that big when he 
was turned-on? Did it get that hard, so hard that it just glistened? If he 
did, well then, wow! He and Shirley definitely must have some pretty fucking 
wild times in there! 

Just thinking about Uncle Derek having a big bone like that between his legs 
made Cathy feel turned-on. She pressed her legs together, feeling her little 
cunt start to heat up, to juice up ... Oh, Jesus, not again ... 

She reached down with her free hand and rubbed it over her denim-covered 
crotch. Christ, couldn't she ever stop thinking about fucking? Well, not if 
her aunt was going to dick herself with a dildo and leave the fucking 
bathroom door open! 

Maybe this summer wasn't going to turn out to be quite so dull as Cathy had 
imagined it would be, after all ... 

* * * 

When Cathy heard the honk of the car horn, she shouted "Bye!" to her Aunt 
Shirley and Uncle Derek, and took off running out the front door. 

Lana and the two guys were parked out in the driveway in Lana's boyfriend's 
car, a jacked-up '56 Ford convertible with a wild candy apple red paint job 
and chromed reversed rims. 

Cathy slid into the back seat of the car, next to her blind date. "Hi, 
everybody," she said, smiling, "I'm Cathy." 

"Oh, yeah," Lana said, turning around and throwing an arm over the seat, 
"Cathy, this is Terry," pointing to the guy in the back seat, "and this is 
incredibly handsome stud in the front seat is Mike." 

Cathy glanced over at Terry, and she had to wonder what it was about him 
that made Lana think he was a "fox". Maybe it was his slightly oversized 
nose that reminded her of a fox. To Cathy he looked closer to a nerd, with a 
little beatnik-fringe of a beard and a plaid shirt. Oh, well, that was what 
blind dates were all about, wasn't it? 

"Let's get out of here," Lana said, and Mike gunned the motor on the Ford 
and backed out of the driveway with a screech. That was certain to reassure 
her aunt and uncle about the kids she was going out with, Cathy thought. 

They went flying down the road about ten miles over the speed limit, but 
since they were on the edge of town it was improbable that they would run 
into a speed trap. 

"Hey," Lana asked, "you in the mood for a beer, Cathy?" 

"Sure," Cathy said. Maybe a beer or two would make Terry look a little bit 
more appetizing as a blind date. 

Lana handed back a cold beer to Cathy, another one to Terry, and they popped 
them open and drank from them. 

"Best hangover that a dollar ninety-eight can buy ... " she laughed. 

Living out by the airport put them on the outskirts of town and Cathy was 
surprised that they headed south, away from town, skirting the airport. She 
had not yet been out that way and had no idea where they were headed. She 
sat and quietly sipped her beer as they drove, occasionally casting a look 
over at Terry. 

"Lana tells me you're from out of town ... " Terry said, his eyes casting up 
and down her body, his smile seeming to say that he liked what he saw. 

"Yeah, that's right," Cathy said. "I'm going to be spending the summer with 
my aunt and uncle. It was just luck that I ran into Lana over at the root 
beer stand today, otherwise I would've just been sitting home and watching 
Dynasty ... " 

"A fate worse than death ... " Terry chuckled, taking another swig from his 
beer. 

Mike turned the car onto a rural highway that seemed to be leading up into 
the mountains. 

"Where are we headed, anyway?" Cathy asked. 

Mike glanced back over his shoulder to face her for a moment. "Lake of the 
Woods ... Ever been there?" 

Cathy shook her head. 

"That cool water's going to feel great on a hot night like this ... " 

"We're going swimming?" Cathy asked surprised. 

"Yeah," Terry replied. "We've got some towels in the trunk." 

"But no suits, right?" 

"Right," Terry grinned. 

Well, thought Cathy, looks like I'm gonna have a wilder time tonight that I 
thought. And maybe that's just what I need! 

She leaned back into the tuck-and-roll upholstery, sipping her beer and 
enjoying the light conversation. She just smiled sweetly when Terry 
tentatively put his hand on her leg. 

Lake of the Woods is an exceptionally large, high mountain lake about forty 
minutes west of Derek and Shirley's home in Klamath Falls. At the lake there 
is a resort, extensive camp grounds, and even a grass airstrip, all at the 
north end of the lake. 

The main road, a two lane blacktop with the forbidding name of Dead Indian 
Road, runs through the district of expensive houses and chalets on the 
lake's populated east side. 

Cathy wondered where in all this they could possibly find a spot secluded 
enough to go skinny dipping. A few more turns in the road revealed the 
answer. 

They pulled onto a gravel grade and followed a winding road deep into the 
forest. Taking a numbered cut-off, Mike followed a twisting logging road, 
paved in red cinders and flanked by tall pine trees, until he pulled to a 
stop in a tiny clearing. Cathy could just make out the moonlight-flickering 
water through the stand of trees obscuring it. 

"You carry the beer," Mike called out, "I'll get into the trunk and get out 
the towels. You can leave your clothes in the car. There's no-one that comes 
up to this side of the lake, anyway, at least not at night." 

Cathy wasn't really too sure about any of this. She got out of the car and 
Lana climbed out of the passenger seat. 

"What's the matter, Cathy?" she asked, "you shy? A big girl like you?" 

"A little ... " Cathy said. 

"You'll get over it," Lana said, and then she started to strip, seeming not 
to care who saw her doing it. 

Yeah, Cathy thought, she'd get over it. She watched for a moment as Lana 
pulled her shirt out of her tight jeans, and then started to unbutton it. 
One button after another came open, as if she was unwrapping a Christmas 
present, and then acting as if what she was doing was completely natural, 
she pulled her shirt off. 

Actually Lana had a pretty fucking nice build on her for a young chick. In 
the moonlight Cathy could make out Lana's big tits and rather large, 
brownish nipples. Then Lana stripped down her jeans, taking her panties with 
them, letting her blonde muff come to light. 

That was when Terry came walking around from the other side of the car. "You 
girls about ready?" he asked. Cathy's eyes widened as she saw the dong on 
that guy. 

Shit, he was hung like a horse! He wasn't all that well-built, kind of 
skinny, actually, but that horse cock of his made up for it! And if she 
hadn't been exactly thrilled by the looks of him when she first met him, 
that cock of his went a long way toward making up for it! 

Mike came walking from the other side of the car. He wasn't nearly as 
well-hung as Terry, but he had the equipment it would take to get the job 
done. 

His prick was kind of small, actually, bobbing with each of his steps. He 
paused next to Lana, who was now naked, and it was obvious that it was 
Cathy's turn to reveal herself. 

Both the guys - not to mention Lana - stared without concern that Cathy knew 
it as she started to unbutton her blouse. Cathy swallowed, suddenly knowing 
what it felt like to be a stripteaser. She undid the buttons one-by-one, and 
then, muttering "What the hell ... " to herself, she took the final plunge. 

Cathy pulled off her shirt to the eager eyes of the other three, and then 
undid her pants. 

The thought that occurred to Terry was "innocent". Hell, she might be a 
little slut for all he knew, and give blowjobs to reform school janitors on 
the side, but that body of hers was definitely innocent-looking! 

She was slim and shapely, with gently up-perked tits and a sweet little ass. 
Her nipples were almost invisible, impossible to differentiate from the rest 
of her tits in the dim pearl illumination of the moonlight. 

Terry and Mike were both thinking that they sure as hell would like to get 
their puds into that little dark-furred twat of Cathy's, and Lana - not to 
mention Cathy - knew that they were thinking it, too. 

"Sincerest form of a compliment," Lana said to Cathy, pointing over to 
Terry's big prick, already half-erect from staring at Cathy. 

"C'mon, cut it out ... " Terry said, embarrassedly, putting his hand over 
his cock and balls, "Let's go swimming!" 

"Yeah!" Lana yelled, eager to change the center of attention away from 
Cathy. Cathy was perhaps just a little too pretty for Lana's liking, and she 
wasn't too damned crazy about the way that Mike was eyeing her, either. 

"C'mon!" Mike shouted out, and the group took off running across the pine 
needle-strewn ground. Laughing and yelling they ran to the rocky edge of the 
lake and plunged in. 

The cool water kissed Cathy's body all over as she plunged in, dog paddling 
to come back up to the surface of the inky black water. It did feel 
wonderful after the near hundred degree temperature of the day. The early 
evening air around them was warm, while back down in the city she knew the 
night was sweltering. 

She shook the water out of her hair, enjoying the chilly perfection of the 
water, the beauty of the moon's dancing reflection on the small waves. 

It was really beautiful here, she thought, with the moonlight, the tall 
pines, and the towering mountains. She was reminded of home in Colorado, and 
nights skinny dipping with Tom ... 

And then she squeaked as somebody gripped her asscheeks in their hands and 
thrust their tongue into her pussy. She gasped and struggled, but they 
wouldn't let loose of her legs, much less stop thrusting their tongue into 
her cunthole. Cathy reached under the water, pushing them away, whoever they 
were! 

And then suddenly there were too many hands to deal with, or to push away 
like she had done with the first pair! Somebody was gripping her ass and 
pressing their face into her ass, grinding it in, licking. 

As she slid underneath the swirling water somebody else slid a finger into 
her pussy, twisting it around, turning it and jogging it in and out of her. 

Hey, it felt good, but it was kind of a surprise, suddenly having a tongue 
drilling her from the rear and fingers thrusting all the way up her crotch! 

She kicked and pulled loose, and then Cathy swam the short distance to the 
rocks that lined the lake's sandy shore. The bodies swimming and cavorting 
in the water went with her. 

Lana surfaced and they both clung to a slippery, half-submerged boulder as 
the guys came up, sucked in quick breaths, and then dove down beneath the 
surface of the water again. 

"Whoa!" Lana squealed. Mike was underwater, and Cathy could tell by the 
rippling of the water that he was clinging to Lana's legs, eating out her 
pussy from beneath the surface of the water. 

"OOOoooh!" Lana squealed again, "Mike, you dirty boy! You nasty thing!" 

"Did you say something?" came Mike's voice, and then Cathy saw him dog 
paddling a short distance away. "You mean that's not you?" Lana gasped. 

And then Mike dove beneath the surface, and Cathy had no idea who it was who 
came up underneath her. At that point she didn't really care! She'd decided 
that this crowd liked to screw, and now that she thought about it, so did 
she! 

Somebody gripped her ass with their fingers, squeezing and molding the 
cheeks, and Cathy let her lower body float upward as whoever it was ground 
their face deliciously into her twat, sliding their tongue between the 
little, sensitive lips. 

Oh, my God, that felt fantastic! The combination of that squirming tongue 
driving into her pussy-slash and the cooling water was exquisite! She held 
onto the edge of the rock and let the guy under the water have his fill of 
her twat, running his tongue over it, chewing on her labia. 

And then Cathy was surprised that Lana leaned closer and reached out to mold 
one of her tits with her free hand. 

Shit, it didn't look like Lana was too fucking particular about which sex 
she was screwing around with! Lana ran her fingers over Cathy's little tit, 
tweaking and swizzling her nipple spike, making them perk out even farther. 

"Do you mind?" Lana asked. 

"N-No ... " Cathy said, hesitating, thinking that these small town babes 
were even wilder when it came to sex than their big city counterparts! Not 
to mention her in-laws! 

She remembered Aunt Shirley and her amazing colossal dildo, and realized the 
kids weren't the only ones in town who had fun! 

And then Lana pressed closer and, as the two boys continued to eat out both 
of the girl's cunts she started to suck on Cathy's tit, gripping it with her 
fingers. 

Her tongue traced a liquid path around Cathy's nipple while her fingers kept 
squeezing and distorting her tit. Ummmm, Cathy thought, that felt fucking 
great! 

Shit, she could let Lana suck on her tits for hours, that was if the boys 
weren't demanding to be attended to as well! 

She reached down and pulled Lana closer, squeezing her asscheek, running her 
fingers up and down the crack under the water. 

One of the guy's heads came above the water, and Cathy thought she glimpsed 
Mike's features before he grabbed a quick breath and then plunged back under 
the dark surface of the water. 

And then Lana's and Cathy's mouths met and their tongues started doing to 
each other what the guys were doing to their cunts underwater. 

Cathy guessed it was Mike who was working on her clit with his tongue and 
teeth, and he upped the ante by thrusting a finger deep into her asshole, 
squirming it inwards, massaging the sensitive walls of her asshole, making 
her gasp out with the intensity of the pleasure, 

Cathy and Lana's tongues writhed together while they sampled each other's 
bodies with their hands. Lana broke the clench of their mouths and whispered 
to her, "C'mon ... " 

Lana and Cathy pulled away from the guys and then slid up onto the large, 
flat rock next to them, their bodies dripping with water and glittering in 
the moonlight. 

"C'mon!" Lana called out, and then took off running back into the forest 
toward the car. 

"Wait for me!" Cathy cried out, watching the flashing of Lana's shapely and 
water-glistening ass-cheeks, the jogging of her big, shapely tits as she ran 
naked through the shadowy moonlight toward the car. 

The boys weren't far behind! She saw them coming out of the water, and then 
she glanced back as they started to gain on Lana and she. 

Especially fascinating to Cathy were those bouncing meat sausages that 
lurched with their every step as they ran toward them. Yeah, that was 
definitely what Cathy was in the mood for ... 

They got to the car just as the boys caught up to them, which she guessed 
had been Lana's plan all along. Lana opened the front car door and, 
squealing, she was mounted by Terry. 

"Oh, Jesus, you're not going to ... " she laughed, and she found out 
immediately that he was, indeed. It only took a few friggings with his fist 
for Terry to get his prick into a shape that would be hard enough to dive 
into Lana's twat, and then he was on top of her as she lay back on the front 
seat of the car. 

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, shit!" Lana cried out as Terry slid that big stick into her, 
plunging it right to the hairy hilt, and then started to slog it in and out 
of her while his hands worked her big tits, flattened and glistening with 
moisture on her chest. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she cried out. 

Mike stood next to Cathy, and she didn't really know what to do, how to 
begin with him, although she knew she wanted to. 

"It looks like they're got the right idea," Mike said. 

"I think you're right ... " Cathy said, smiling, and then Mike opened the 
back door of the car. 

"Here ... " Mike said, "Let's do it the other way ... " 

Cathy assumed that he meant that he wanted to mount her doggy-style, 
sticking his dick into her from behind. She wasn't quite sure how to go 
about it, but she turned and Mike's hands slid over her, sampling her 
dripping body, and he angled her gently forward into the car. 

She slid one knee onto the car seat and held the back of the other seat as 
he came up behind her, pressing against her with his wet body. 

Mike's fingers wormed their way into the crack of Cathy's ass. It felt 
damned good as he let his fingers drift into her tight little asshole, 
plunging one in a little ways ... 

And then Cathy realized what was going on! Mike had something entirely 
different planned than what she had thought! 

"You don't mean you're going to ... " she said, suddenly feeling unsure of 
herself, slightly scared of what Mike was going to do. 

"That's exactly what I'm planning to do ... " 

Mike pressed closer, and then wrapping one arm around Cathy, sliding his 
fingers up to one of her small tits and squeezing it, he led the head of his 
prick up to her asshole. 

"Mike," Cathy said, hesitantly, "I don't think that it's going to fit ... 
I've never done this before, and besides ... " 

"Oh, it'll fit, all right ... " Mike said, still not really reassuring her, 
"Lana and I do it like this all the time. Yeah, there's nothing like a tight 
little asshole for fucking! It may hurt a little bit for a second or two, 
but it's going to be worth it, I guarantee it. 

Hell," he said, addressing the girl sprawled and being fucked in the front 
seat, "she loves to be cornholed, don't you, Babe?" 

All that Lana did in response was to keep on panting as Terry drilled her 
pussy with his wang, never slowing. 

Mike pressed his bone into Cathy's little, tight ass, probing it, prodding 
it into the doorway of her asshole, unable still to negotiate the tight, 
puckered passageway. 

"I'm still not so sure that ... " she began, but then she let out a gasp as 
Mike probed her harder. She had never been cornholed before, and she wasn't 
even sure that she was big enough to manage it! Fuck, that prick of his, now 
that it was good and hard, looked pretty fuckin' big ... 

Christ, maybe his dick wouldn't fit, but maybe he was so intent on 
butt-fucking her that he was going to do it whether it fit or not! 

Anticipating that her asshole was going to tear wide-open any second now, 
she gasped as Mike poked her with it. But she breathed a little sigh of 
relief as she felt it slide into her asshole just a little ways. 

Still, it didn't go all the way in. No, now she was certain that it couldn't 
work. It just hurt too much! That sonofabitch was going to split her 
wide-open, even though she had thought for a moment that it was going to go 
in! 

"No, I don't think you should ... " Cathy gasped. But that didn't seem to 
stay his drive. That dong of his - now grown huge with his erection - kept 
on prodding and probing at her bunghole, but goddamn it, it was never going 
to be able to fit into the tight little channel of her ass! 

But Mike was insistent. Naturally, it wasn't his fucking asshole that he was 
trying to shove that monster into! 

He gripped her hard, his fingers raking her nipple, and then with a grant he 
probed his cock deeper, making Cathy cry out with the sudden burst of pain. 

"Oh, Jesus!" Cathy gasped between her clenched teeth, "Mike!" The intense 
sensation of that hard prod drilling into her asshole was a mix between pain 
and the purest pleasure, and Mike just kept on going at it. 

He plunged it once, twice, three times, and then suddenly - Cathy couldn't 
fucking believe it! - that big bastard between his legs was in! 

"Oh, Christ! Oh, shit!" Cathy gasped as she felt it diving deep into her 
asshole, reaming her out. Shit, that felt so fantastic! 

Mike started probing her rhythmically, sucking quick breaths in as he did, 
and Cathy was already trembling from the assault of his big prong as it 
slithered deep into her ass. 

Mike clung to her, savoring the feeling of those little tits as he scrambled 
them in his fingers, savoring the feeling of that little ass rubbing into 
his crotch. 

Jeez, she was so fucking beautiful! He could have fucking dumped Lana right 
now, if Cathy would have picked up on him! That was the way he fucking felt, 
at least at that moment, with his cock burrowed up her ass and jogging 
sweetly and smoothly in and out of it! 

He kept wanging her, kept picking up the speed of his slamming strokes, each 
thrust jerking her whole little body and making her lustily whimper and 
groan. 

Mike just kept driving, holding back from cumming in order to sustain the 
fucking, but he could feel her approaching her own orgasm. 

She was gasping and trembling, and he could feel the waves of pleasure 
rippling through that little body he was holding tight and butt-fucking to 
beat the band. 

He just kept slamming her with hard strokes, punishing those strokes into 
her tight little asshole, feeling like he was fucking the eye of a needle, 
wishing it would never stop. 

And then it felt like her sensations were spreading out in a hot whirlpool 
from within her cunt and asshole, and Mike felt like he was falling 
headfirst into that pool of bliss. 

He jerked another triple-play of strokes and then he clung to her as he 
arched his dick a final time into that sweet, incredible asshole and fired 
his molten seed right up her ass-crack! 

She yelped and trembled as he slammed his final strokes into her, whimpering 
as he fired a triple-squirt of juice to splash into the depths of her 
asshole. 

Terry tapped Mike's shoulder as if he was cutting in at a high school dance, 
not going for sloppy seconds. 

Cathy turned and then lay back on the car seat and immediately he was 
climbing atop her, angling his big bone into her pussy. It was a different 
feeling altogether, feeling like it was setting her brain on fire as he slid 
his huge cock deeply into her hungry pussy. 

"Oh, shit, yeah." she moaned, her hands going out to grapple his asscheeks 
and to squeeze them, "fuck the hell out of me, Terry!" 

And that was just what he did. He launched into her in a fury, his prick 
hardening even as he was driving his bone into her cunt. Hardening and 
hardening until it felt like she was being screwed by a dildo carved out of 
marble. 

Suddenly Cathy felt like her pussy was choking on that double-big swallow of 
hard dick! Shit, he drove that prick into her like a roto-rooter, polishing 
her pussywalls with his grinding strokes, slamming it into her while his 
hands greedily squeezed and mauled her pretty little bouncing titties. 

Cathy's mind was oblivious to everything but the hard-driving strokes of 
Terry's prick as he hovered atop her, blasting his bone deep into her. 

He seemed to go on forever, holding himself above her with his hands, 
panting like a dog as he zeroed in on her and drove her right up to it and 
then over the edge into her orgasm. 

Cathy yelped as his cum boiled through her body and Terry contorted his face 
with the pleasure burning in his brain, driving his final strokes and then 
firing a shot of cum to sizzle deep into her creamy little twat. 

She was still gasping and convulsing as he fell into her, pressing his chest 
to squash against her little tits, licking her eyes, her cheeks, her 
sculpted neck. 

 Three 

When Cathy returned home it looked as if her aunt and uncle had gone to bed 
and were already asleep. There were no lights on except the dim one they 
kept on in the living room. 

Cathy used her key to let herself in and then walked through the darkened 
rooms back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. 

Wow, that had been what she would call a wild date, all right! She had had 
no idea when she had agreed to go on the blind date that it would turn into 
a fucking orgy! 

And Lana ... That Lana was something else! Apparently she didn't have any 
qualms at all about making out with another chick, even in front of the 
guys! Cathy had never even been tempted to do that before ... Or ... had 
she? 

Now that she thought about it, the thought had certainly crossed her mind 
now and again in the past. She had always had a certain curiosity about what 
it would be like to fuck another woman. 

Would they be more tender than a guy? Sometimes boys were pretty crude, that 
was for certain, fucking you like a maniac and then rolling off as soon as 
they'd shot their wad - not giving a fuck whether you had cum or not! 

Would they have a better sense about what it took to turn another broad on? 
Hell, some guys thought a clitoris was a tropical flower, or something! 
Well, she and Lana hadn't gotten all that involved tonight, but who knew 
what the future might hold in that direction? 

She had agreed on another date with the same crowd later on during the week, 
and she couldn't help but wonder what they might do as an encore to what had 
taken place that evening! It would sure as hell take something pretty 
spectacular - or spectacularly sexy - to top the hot antics they had been up 
to tonight! 

Cathy undressed slowly, thinking about what had taken place that evening. 
When she had her blouse off, she looked at herself standing there in the 
mirror. 

She ran her fingers over her little titties, touching them, caressing them, 
tweaking them and making the nipples go spiky. 

Were they too small? They certainly weren't as big as Lana's, that was for 
certain, and the nipples - well, you could hardly see them, they were so 
light! Still, the guys hadn't had any complaints about them in the past. 

If anything, she thought that Lana had gotten the short end of the stick 
that evening, when it came to the guys being interested in her. 

Cathy had been the star attraction, all right, at least that was the way it 
had seemed. The guys just kept wanting to make it with Cathy, and at one 
point Lana even complained jokingly about it, about how lonely her pussy was 
getting with no-one paying any fucking attention to it at all! 

Cathy slipped out of her shoes and her jeans and panties, and then she went 
to the closet and got out her babydoll nightie. She slipped it on and then, 
after turning off the light, she got into bed and pulled the covers up 
around her neck. 

Well, she thought, maybe this was going to be a fun summer, after all. She 
turned over on her back, her mind drifting off to images of being poked and 
prodded in the pussy and in her rump, images of Mike and Terry's hard cocks, 
of Lana's naked body. 

Gee, she wished that she hadn't had to end off the evening so early, but 
then she didn't want to get her aunt and uncle all fucking upset on her 
first date here. 

That might make them tougher, more restrictive about what she could and 
couldn't do in the future, and it would be better if she stayed on good 
terms with them, if she could. She knew that she sure didn't want to get 
into a replay of the bad situation with her parents. 

Cathy was almost ready to drift into sleep when she heard the squeak of the 
door. Cathy didn't move, and from the shadows in the room she couldn't even 
tell who it was that was standing there in the doorway. And then, as the 
figure stepped out of the shadowed doorway and into the more direct rays of 
moonlight, she saw who it was. 

It was Uncle Derek, stepping through the door and then approaching her. He 
stepped closer to her bed, and Cathy assumed that he was just checking to 
see that she had made it home safely from her blind date. That wasn't the 
case, however. 

As Uncle Derek stepped closer she saw he was completely naked. She could see 
the gleaming of his big, thick cock between his legs, the demarcation 
between the shaft of his bone and the purplish torpedo of his prickhead. 

Cathy's eyes were almost closed, just leaving a slits so that she could 
watch him without him knowing it. 

Uncle Derek stood right beside her bed. He just stood there, staring down on 
her. He must be able to see me better than I can see him, Cathy thought. 
What does he want? What in the fuck is he doing just standing there? 

And then Uncle Derek leaned down and undid the little tie at the neck of 
Cathy's babydoll nightie. He was being careful not to wake her, doing it 
very slowly and deliberately, untying it, and then pulling down the edge of 
her nightie so that one of her naked tits was revealed, beautiful and 
glimmering and upthrust in the moonlight. 

Uncle Derek took his cock in his hand and started to frig it. So that was 
what he was up to! Cathy lay there amazed as he stood and jerked on his 
cock, watching it harden and get bigger and bigger before her eyes. Soon it 
was standing out from the frizzy mat of hair at his crotch and he was 
jerking on it like sex was going out of style. 

He groaned throatily and Cathy saw the quick flash of gleaming droplets as 
they splattered across her bedcovers. Then Uncle Derek stood there for long 
minutes until he turned around and she saw the flash of his naked, hairy 
asscheeks as he retreated through her doorway and closed it quietly behind 
himself. 

Jesus, she couldn't believe what had just happened! Fuck, her Uncle Derek 
was a bigger sex-crazy than her Aunt Shirley, and that was going some! 

Cathy closed her eyes all the way and then drifted into a sleep filled with 
horny dreams populated with her in-laws. 

* * * 

When Cathy awoke the next morning, she wasn't sure it hadn't all been a 
dream, what she had seen the night before. It was simply impossible to 
believe that her uncle had stood there over her bed in the darkness, and had 
jerked his cock off in front of her. 

It was so unlike what she knew of Uncle Derek that she just couldn't believe 
it had really happened! 

Of course, he had thought that she was asleep - would that have encouraged 
him to do something like that? 

Oh, sure, she had thought that maybe Uncle Derek might have more than just a 
familial interest in her before. The way he had pressed her close, almost as 
if he had been trying to squash her budding breasts against his chest there 
in the bus station when she had arrived. 

And the way he watched her sometimes, when he thought she wasn't looking. 

Sometimes she and Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek would watch television 
together at night. Cathy would sometimes just wear an extra-large t-shirt 
instead of pajamas or anything, and was she mistaken, or did Uncle Derek 
seem to pay a lot more attention to her at those times? 

Like her tits ... Didn't he sometimes seem like he was staring at her tits, 
all the time gently smiling at her? 

"So what did you want to buy, anyway, Cathy?" Aunt Shirley said, turning 
toward her as she drove the car downtown. 

"Hm? Did you say something to me, Aunt Shirley?" Cathy asked, bringing 
herself back into present time, trying to put thoughts of her Uncle Derek 
out of her mind. "I'm afraid that I didn't hear what you said, my mind must 
have been on something else." 

"Oh, I was just wondering what kind of clothes you planned on shopping for 
this afternoon ... You sure seem to be in a world of your own this morning, 
Cathy ... " 

And why shouldn't I be, Cathy thought. Hell, you'd be in a world of your own 
if your favorite uncle came in and jacked off" on your bedspread in front of 
you! 

She had examined her bedcovers for telltale signs of his cum in the morning, 
but she couldn't find any. Hell, that didn't prove anything! 

"I don't know why I'm distracted, Aunt Shirley," Cathy said. "I guess I was 
just thinking about the new friends I made ... " 

"Are they nice?" Aunt Shirley asked, scrutinizing Cathy's face, searching it 
for answers that might go deeper than her words would reveal. She knew that 
Cathy had something on her mind, she just wasn't quite sure what it was. 

"Sure, sure," Cathy said. "Real nice. I told Lana that maybe we should go 
out again later on this week. Go miniature golfing, or something like that. 
You don't mind, do you, Aunt Shirley?" 

"Well, no," Aunt Shirley said, "not at all. Is that the kind of clothes you 
wanted to buy? Something for a dress-up date, perhaps?" 

Cathy shook her head. "No, these days kids don't make such a big fuss about 
what they wear on a date. I just thought I'd pick up some jeans and maybe a 
blouse or two." 

Shirley nodded, her own thoughts monopolizing her attention. Thoughts of the 
seemingly innocent girl beside her in the car, her own sister's daughter, 
were driving her wild! 

Shirley kept trying not to glance over at Cathy, tried not think of those 
slim lovely legs, those cute, sexy little tits ... 

Jeez, I have to get myself together, she told herself. She forced her 
attention back on the crowded city streets, on reaching the shopping mall, 
on finding a parking place. Yet when they got out of the car, Shirley could 
not help wanting to walk behind Cathy, to watch the delicious sway of that 
sexy little ass. 

When they reached a popular teen and young adult clothing store Aunt Shirley 
helped Cathy choose the right clothing, suggesting colors that would look 
good on her. After some time of choosing and discarding Cathy had an armload 
of trendy clothing she wanted to try on. 

"Where are the dressing rooms, anyway?" she asked. 

"Over there," Aunt Shirley said. "C'mon, I'll show you." 

When they got to the dressing rooms, actually just little cubicles with draw 
curtains on them arranged in a semi-circle in a side room, Cathy went in, 
while Aunt Shirley waited outside. It was early in the day and they were 
completely alone in the fitting area. 

"Let me know when you're dressed, Cathy, so I can see if these things fit 
..." 

Shirley was almost trembling with expectation when her niece stepped into 
the dressing room. 

She knew for certain that she shouldn't do what she was about to do, but it 
was as if her sex drive was at the steering wheel, just putting her body 
through whatever motions it - not she - wanted. 

Christ, she was much too old to be acting like this! But that beautiful 
little budding woman in the dressing room just kept calling her onward ... 
There was a sense of guilt she was feeling as she stepped closer to the 
curtains and very carefully separated the folds of cloth that concealed the 
dressing room. But that guilt was altogether overwhelmed by the hot flush of 
desire that Aunt Shirley was feeling in her whole body. There was no doubt 
at all that she had to do what she was doing, and was unable to control 
herself. 

She gently spread the cloth until there was a tiny separation, big enough to 
peer through, and then she pressed her face close. 

Oh, my God, she thought, peering through and seeing Cathy turned away from 
her but naked from the waist up. She was standing in front of the 
full-length mirror so Shirley couldn't get a view of those immaculate little 
tits, but she knew that she would be turning any second now, and then she 
would have a chance to see them. 

Cathy saw the slight rustle of the curtain in the mirror, and then she knew 
what was going on. Aunt Shirley! Her too? So it wasn't just Uncle Derek who 
was hot after her bod? 

She kept her body turned away so that her aunt couldn't see her nakedness, 
and then she reached down and retrieved one of the blouses she had chosen 
and started to put it on. 

Cathy didn't even know what to think about this new turn of events, about 
her aunt's obsessiveness with her. She knew that her aunt was out there, 
peeping through the curtains to get a glimpse of her naked body, but for the 
life of her, she didn't know how to react to her attentions. 

And then she decided. Well, if she's hot and bothered by seeing my naked 
ass, I might as well really go for it! 

Cathy turned and removed the blouse, took it off, and then dropped it to the 
chair in the dressing room. But she made a half-turn, as if she was angling 
to see herself in profile, and then she raised her hands to her tits and 
started to mold them, to run her fingers over them as she arched, displaying 
them to the woman that she knew stood just behind the slightly waving 
curtain. 

Oh, Jesus! Shirley thought as she watched her niece touching her own tits. 
She was playing with herself! Oh, shit! She was so beautiful, those little 
tits with their incredible, almost transparent pink nipples so perfectly 
shaped! 

They looked so ... so touchable! So fucking kiss-able! If she had been 
holding her in her arms, if Shirley could have lowered her mouth, to one of 
those pretty little upthrust nipples ... 

And now Shirley realized that what she wanted more than anything was for her 
little tits to be molded by her hands, her fingers ... she wanted her mouth 
touching, sucking those incredibly beautiful breasts of her niece's! 
Sucking, tasting, touching! 

Cathy made a real show out of touching her tits, going so far as to lick 
both of her index fingers and to arch back and to swirl them over her 
nipples, making the little spikes harden and stand out from the little 
budding pink protuberances of her nipples. 

And then she unbuttoned the jeans she was wearing and pulled them down, 
letting her Aunt Shirley lovingly gaze at her hairy little twat for as long 
as she wanted. 

She pulled her pants and her panties down, and then she stood there, one 
hand cupping, toying with a small, perfect breast, while her other hand 
descended to her crotch. 

Aunt Shirley swallowed hard, her breathing quickening as she saw her niece 
strip down her blue-jeans. Her eyes were fixed, staring hungrily at the 
little upside-down brunette triangle of the young girl's twat. 

Oh, my God! She couldn't believe what she was seeing! 

Cathy rubbed her hand over her pussy, her mouth coming open in a little 'o' 
and her fingers dawdling, frictioning into the sensitive pinkness of the 
cleft of her cunt. 

So Aunt Shirley wanted a show, then she sure as fuck was going to get a 
show! 

Cathy slid two fingers up her cunt, lodging them there, diving them into the 
wet, hot interior of her pussy. 

Standing there, one tit in one hand, two fingers of the other hand thrust up 
her cunt, she started to slide those fingers into herself, remembering the 
night before when it had been Mike and Terry that had been thrusting their 
hard pricks into her. 

Shirley looked suspiciously around the department store. It was obvious that 
there was no-one nearby, no-one who would be likely to see her if she did 
what she was contemplating doing. And besides, she would hear anyone who 
approached long before they ever reached the fitting rooms. 

She decided. 

She would take the chance. 

With her face pressed close to the curtain of the changing booth, her mind 
feasting on the display of her naked niece inside the curtained booth, she 
brought her hand down to her pussy and started to knuckle it, to rub it 
hard, sending waves of heat all the way through her body and making her 
tremble with desire. 

Christ, how she would have liked to make love to her little Cathy! She was 
willing to admit it to herself now, and knew there was no way that she could 
deny it ... or to stop herself from eventually trying to accomplish it. 

She also knew that it was shameful for an older woman to be as goddamned 
obsessed by a ... practically a child ... but what could she fucking do 
about it at this stage of the game? There was nothing whatsoever that she 
could do! 

Cathy stood there and plunged her digits right up her crotch, wobbling on 
her feet, knowing that all the while her aunt was outside the curtain, 
eagerly staring at her! That, in itself, was a hell of a turn-on for her! 

Just the thought of her aunt lusting after her, wanting to shove her tongue 
up her pussy, to touch her tits, turned her on like crazy and made her keep 
getting hotter and hotter as she plunged her fingers into her already 
slicked-up twat. 

She stood there, wobbling with her fingers thrust deep, twisting them 
driving them inward into her hungry pussy. 

Her thumb was wildly rubbing her little clit as those fingers dove deeply, 
squirming, twisting, acting like a two-headed dildo as she drove them deeply 
into her crotch. 

In a weird way, Aunt Shirley knew that her lust was linked with Cathy's. She 
could sense, watching the young woman behind the curtain as she jacked off, 
that her own responses were almost exactly matched with hers, building 
rapidly toward fiery completion, causing her body to really heat up, causing 
her breathing to quicken. 

And Cathy somehow felt the same thing. She could see the curtains wiggling 
almost imperceptibly, and now she could hear the hot breathing of her aunt, 
right there beyond that thin, almost nonexistent barrier of cloth. 

They both rose to their orgasms together. Cathy plunging her fingers deep, 
Aunt Shirley rubbing her crotch like it was on fire inside the fabric, until 
Cathy whimpered, convulsing, her body shaking like a rag doll. 

And Aunt Shirley felt the fire rise through her crotch and she leaned 
against the wooden frame of the little changing booth, her own orgasm eating 
through her body like ecstatic acid, flushing her, shafting bliss through 
her whole body. 

She shouldn't be doing it, she thought, wrestling with her own mind, she 
mustn't! 

After Cathy had cum she took her time trying on the new pair of designer 
jeans, buttoning up the new blouse, turning and admiring her reflection in 
the mirror. 

"Are you there, Aunt Shirley?" she asked, her voice trembling from the lust 
that still possessed her. 

"Uh, Cathy, yes ... " Shirley said, and then she slid the curtain open and 
stepped inside. 

Cathy could see that her face was reddened from the exertion of making 
herself cum, and then Cathy realized that she had been right! Aunt Shirley 
had jerked off while she was watching her make herself cum! 

She knew that that was what she had been up to out there! My God, the woman 
was horny as all shit for her! And Cathy ... How did she feel about her 
aunt? 

It was funny, but there was something exciting about that, sort of a shared 
indiscretion that no-one else in the world knew about. 

"What do you think?" Cathy asked. "Do they fit? What about the color?" 

Aunt Shirley took her time looking over her niece pirouetting there in front 
of her in the new clothes. She reached out and shaped the fabric with her 
fingers, in no hurry to remove her hands, pulling it here and there. 

"They're not too tight, are they?" she asked with seeming concern. 

"I don't think so ... How do they look?" 

"They look good ... " Aunt Shirley said, almost savoring the words on her 
tongue. "Yes, you look really good ... " 

* * * 

The rest of the day went by without incident, except Cathy continually had 
the feeling that her aunt was thinking about her, contemplating ... Cathy 
wasn't sure what, but she had her suspicions that it had everything to do 
with sex. 

Even Uncle Derek didn't betray any emotion when they were sitting around 
watching television together. 

They watched a cop show that Cathy really didn't have any interest in, but 
her mind was busy thinking about the events of the preceding day, busy 
enough to not even notice that she wasn't following what was going on with 
the show. 

Cathy did catch him glancing over at her a few times, but that was all. She 
wasn't bothered by it, in fact, now that she thought about it, the 
attentions of an older man like himself were quite flattering to a young 
girl like her. After all, he was a mature man, and it was quite flattering 
for her to think that she had anything to offer to him ... 

It was only when Aunt Shirley was out of the living room fixing a snack of 
popcorn for them when Uncle Derek played his hand ... and he played it with 
his hand. 

Uncle Derek said, "Now where is that remote control?" And then he glanced 
over toward Cathy, sitting across the room from him. "Oh, I see it," he 
said. 

Strangely enough, Cathy thought he knew where it was all along. She had seen 
him look over that way a couple of times in the last five minutes, seemingly 
more absorbed by it and by her than by the program they were watching. 

Uncle Derek got up and walked over behind the leather recliner where Cathy 
was sitting. He picked up the remote control from the end table next to her, 
and then he paused, standing there behind her. 

Cathy didn't turn around. She assumed something on the television had 
attracted his attention, but that was hardly it, she was soon to find out. 

He paused there for a moment, hesitating, and then he made his move. 

He reached down and, sliding his hand underneath her t-shirt, he touched 
Cathy's tit. 

She froze, not knowing what to do. Even after what had happened the other 
night with Uncle Derek in her bedroom, it still surprised her, even if it 
didn't shock her. 

His fingers gently caressed her naked tit, rubbing them over the soft little 
perk of her nipple, squeezing the soft, pliant mound, shaping it. 

Cathy turned her head. "Uncle Derek," she said, with surprise, "what if Aunt 
Shirley were to walk out ... 

Derek seemed unwilling to let go of that perfect tit, but finally he did 
with reluctance. Without a word, but with a slight, sidelong glance at 
Cathy, he returned to the couch and then turned his eyes back toward the 
television program. 

By his intense expression Cathy knew that the show was the farthest thing in 
the world from his mind, but he kept his eyes fixated there, not returning 
them to her. 

He just sat there for a moment, watching the television while Cathy watched 
him. Finally he remembered what his trip over toward Cathy had supposed to 
have been about, and he lifted the remote control and flipped around the 
dial, searching for some program or other. 

Cathy just couldn't believe what was going on with her aunt and uncle! Hell, 
she knew that she was old enough for people to be interested in her sexually 
- I mean, if the guys in school hadn't convinced her of that, then she must 
have been blind - - but she still couldn't get over her aunt and her uncle 
seeming to be so turned-on by her! Hell, she thought, she must be pretty 
goddamned special to turn on two older people like them! 

For one thing, what would they have thought - or done - if they had known 
that their spouse had been up to the same kind of antics as they had? 

Cathy figured that Uncle Derek would have been pissed off. After all, it had 
been a bit of a shock to Cathy that Aunt Shirley - her favorite aunt - had 
lesbian inclinations, especially toward her! What would a revelation like 
that have done to her Uncle Derek? Christ, he would probably freak out if he 
knew what Aunt Shirley was really into! 

Cathy stayed up for awhile longer, and then when Aunt Shirley and Uncle 
Derek retired, she went into her bedroom. 

It was funny, but the whole evening seemed supercharged! Not tense, but 
somehow electrified with all the suppressed lust that was going around that 
household! 

Cathy stripped and got into her habydolls, then turned off the lights and 
slid under the covers of her bed. 

It wasn't long before, somehow, her fingers found their way down between her 
naked legs, resting in her muff and she started to squeeze and rub herself 
down there. 

Cathy's fantasies spurred her need on further. She thought about Aunt 
Shirley standing outside the curtains at the department store, probably 
rubbing herself between the legs as she watched Cathy driving her fingers 
deeply into her twat, using them for a prick. 

And Derek! Jeez, she couldn't get the image of him standing over her bed out 
of her mind. She remembered how he looked, standing there naked in the 
moonlight, his cock the size of a sawed off broomstick, or something. 

She couldn't see his expression in the moonlight, but she could hear his 
heavy breathing, and she could see that he was staring at her naked tit like 
he was obsessed with it. 

Cathy started driving her fingers deeply into her wet slot, twisting them, 
squirming them around inside her cunt. Her passion, her temperature was 
rising by the moment, and suddenly she found herself wishing for another 
visitor like the one she had had the night before! 

Her other hand was massaging her clit, urging her body onward to its peak. 

Shit, the situation was getting pretty sticky, and it wasn't just Uncle 
Derek's cum that was making it like that! At this rate, what was going to 
happen next? 

Uncle Derek "played his hand" earlier that evening, and so she didn't think 
that there was a whole hell of a lot that was going to hold him back from 
upping the ante on her, she just didn't know what was going to happen next. 

Did she want him to hold back? Well, no, but she didn't want to make any 
trouble between him and Aunt Shirley, either! 

Aunt Shirley! What would it be like to make love to Aunt Shirley? Cathy 
imagined that it was Aunt Shirley that was working on her pussy down below, 
only working on it with her tongue! Wow! And maybe if ... if only ... 

Cathy slid one hand around, underneath her ass, and gently slid a finger up 
her asshole, driving it deeply inward into the tight little channel. That 
butt-fucking that Mike had given her the other night had kind of given her a 
taste for it. 

She started squirming her finger around in her ass, driving it in and out as 
she plunged two fingers up her crotch at the same time. 

Yeah, if Aunt Shirley was down there between my legs, driving her tongue 
into me, while her hand was working on my asshole ... Oh, God! 

Cathy groaned as she continued to dodge her fingers in and out of her slot 
and her asshole, twisting them, tormenting them inward. 

And then, with the image of Aunt Shirley poking her tongue inward, sucking 
her cuntlips, Cathy went over the edge and started to convulse and whimper, 
gasping as her cum sizzled through her body. Oh, shit, that felt so fucking 
good! 

She lay there, relaxing in the afterglow from her cum for a long while, 
until she started to drift off to sleep. 

But that light sleep was penetrated by the sound of the door latch turning. 

Gently, quietly, but as Cathy lay there with her eyes wide open, she knew 
that someone was twisting the doorknob. 

She saw the shadowed door move inward, and then she saw the silhouette of 
her uncle standing there, again, in the doorway. Back for a reprise, Cathy 
thought. But this time would he want - or even demand - more from her? 

Cathy lay there, hardly breathing, as the big, naked form of Uncle Derek 
stepped across the carpeting, moving toward her in the inky darkness of the 
room. 

Again he paused beside her bed and just stood there for a long time, looking 
at her. Shit, she thought, barely daring to breathe, what was he going to do 
next? 

His cock was half-hard, hanging between his legs, arching out just a ways 
from the dark tangle of his crotch hair. And then, just like the other 
night, he leaned down and undid the tie on her babydoll nightie. 

He spread open the silken fabric, pulling it away from a single, mounded tit 
with its pretty up- perked nipple. 

Uncle Derek straightened up, and then he gripped his cock, just as he had 
done before. He started to frig it slowly, meditatively, staring at Cathy's 
naked tit, and she liked the look of that big, blunt headed prong as he 
worked it with his fist. 

Cathy's breathing quickened as she watched him speeding up the jerking on 
his cock, watched his chest rising and falling with his quickened breathing. 

She watched the jogging of his balls, hanging there underneath the thick 
shaft of his cock, and it was incredibly difficult to control herself, not 
to reach out and to cup those balls, to kiss them and to lick them. Hell, 
she had desires, too! Her aunt and uncle weren't the only ones who were nuts 
about fucking! 

Cathy knew that she shouldn't do it, but somehow there wasn't much thinking 
connected to what happened next. Without considering it, almost by instinct, 
she lifted her hand. 

Derek paused, stopping the jerking motion of his hand. He just stood there 
gripping his hardened cock as Cathy lifted her hand to it. His hand dropped 
away as she ran her fingers over his long, hard prick, squeezing it in her 
silken fingers. 

Derek was frozen, not knowing what was going to happen. Shit, was he going 
to get what he had wanted all along? 

And then she sat up. Without saying a thing, Cathy plunged her lips over the 
blunt snout of Uncle Derek's cock, taking it into her mouth. He pressed 
forward, embedding his thick, veiny prick inward, distorting her lips around 
it. 

He moved closer and her hands reached out and took his asscheeks, and as he 
started to plunge his boner between Cathy's lips, she started to work his 
asscheeks with her hands, squeezing, raking them with her long nails. 

Uncle Derek wove his fingers in Cathy's fine hair, and he plunged his prick 
deeply into her throat, gasping as he jerked his cock in and out as if her 
mouth was a substitute cunt. 

He held her head firmly and began to drive a flurry of fast cock-strokes 
between her lips, feeling her lips caressing the whole length of his 
stiffened rod. 

And then Cathy plunged a finger into Uncle Derek's ass and he was out of 
control with fucking, gasping and driving the last dozen strokes into her 
mouth as she plunged her finger in and out of his tightly clenched asshole. 

Her other hand cupped and milked his balls as he jammed his final stroke and 
then moaned out his pleasure and splattered his hot seed inside of her 
mouth. 

Cathy sucked and sucked, squeezing Uncle Derek's balls as he drained his cum 
into her mouth. She swallowed with relish, then licked the warm and wet 
dregs of his juice from the long, glistening length of his bone. 

Without saying a thing. Uncle Derek took a final, lingering look at her, and 
then he turned and retreated into the darkness, closing the door behind 
himself as he left. 

My God! Cathy thought. What now? 

 Four 

The next day Cathy was surprised when her aunt knocked on her bedroom door 
and said, "Cathy, some of your friends are here to see you ... " 

"Be right there!" She said, hastily pulling her short-shorts hack up, 
zipping the fly in a rush. She snapped the button and pulled her tanktop 
back down. 

Going to the mirror she ran quick fingers through her hair. Hoping she 
looked at least halfway normal she stepped out of her room, smiling. 

As she came down the hall she saw Lana and Terry and Mike sitting in the 
front room, looking like complete angels for Aunt Shirley. 

"Hi, Cathy," Lana said, "we were in the neighborhood, so we dropped by to 
see what you were doing ... " 

Cathy grinned weakly. She really didn't want to tell them what she had been 
doing back there in her bedroom. 

"Oh, nothing," she said. "I'm glad you dropped in ... " 

"You know," Aunt Shirley said, coming back into the living room, "I thought 
I'd be stepping out for awhile, if you kids wanted to visit with Cathy, I 
won't be in your hair ... " 

"Oh, Aunt Shirley," Cathy said, "you won't be in our hair if you stay 
around. You don't have to run off just because my friends are visiting. 
Besides, we'll probably be going out for a hamburger, or something ... " 

"No, no," Aunt Shirley said, "I really do have some errands to attend to. 
Besides, there's some chips and dip in the kitchen that you kids would be 
welcome to. Why don't you kids stay around and, oh, I don't know ... you 
could always play Monopoly, or something ... " 

"Monopoly?" Cathy said weakly. 

"Yeah, let's play some Monopoly ... " Terry said, possibly trying to win 
some points with Cathy's aunt, but certainly losing some points with Cathy 
at the same time. 

"Sure, Monopoly ... " Lana said. She didn't sound all that excited about the 
prospect of playing the board game, either. 

"Go get the game out, Cathy, it's in the hall closet. You know, your Uncle 
Derek and I used to play Monopoly all the time when we were dating ... " 

Those must have been wild times, Cathy thought to herself. 

"You kids can play it in the family room," Aunt Shirley said, "and I'll be 
running along. I won't be back for quite awhile, so don't worry about me 
barging in on you kids ... " 

"Oh, don't be silly, Aunt Shirley," Cathy said. "You sure you wouldn't 
rather stay around and play a game with us?" 

Aunt Shirley shook her head, and with a sprightly "See ya!" she left through 
the front door. A moment later they heard the car pull out of the drive. 

"Do you guys really want to play Monopoly?" Lana asked. 

"Why not?" asked Mike. "Your aunt said she won't be back for awhile, so we 
don't have to worry about that. There's some beer in my car, and those chips 
and dip sound pretty good ... " 

Mike got the beer from the car while Cathy got out the Monopoly game. Lana 
found the chips and dip and set them up on the bar between the family room 
and the kitchen. Terry cleared off the coffee table before the big couch in 
the family room to put the board on. 

"You're the banker," Terry said to Lana. "You're the fuckin' whiz with math 
... " 

Mike came back with the case of beer and doled out a can to each of them. 
Mike and Terry set up the board while Lana handed out the little stacks of 
play money. 

Cathy meanwhile looked through her uncle's record collection looking for 
something newer than 1969. Not finding anything really she settled for 
putting a Beatle record on low volume and then settled into a bean bag chair 
by the low table that the board was on. 

"Yeah, your aunt not being around is actually a pretty good thing, the way 
that I look at it ... " Terry said. "We can pretty well do anything we like, 
can't we, Cathy?" 

Terry and Lana were sitting side by side on the couch. He reached out and 
slid his hand around her, insinuating his fingers under the back of her 
jeans and into the lush crack of her ass. 

"Well, yeah," Cathy said. "Sure ... " 

"Good thing ... " Mike said, sliding into the big shapeless bean bag chair 
with her, practically sitting on her lap. His legs overlapped hers, 
snuggling, rubbing. One of his hands found its way to her neck. The other 
slid up and down her bare thigh. He held her, massaging her neck, gently 
feeling up her leg with his fingertips. 

They started playing the board game and Lana quickly fell behind. By the 
time they had each had three or four beers, Lana had nearly run out of play 
money. With a cry of dismay she landed on one of Terry's pieces of real 
estate - Park Place. 

"Oh, fuck," Lana said, "and you're got a fuckin' hotel on it, too ... Well, 
I guess I'm fucked. I don't have enough cash to cover the damned rent, so I 
guess I'm out of the game." 

"Oh," Terry said, shaking his head in mock pity, "that is too bad. Of 
course, Lana, you know how we play Monopoly, don't you? I'm sure we can work 
something out ... " 

"What do you mean?" Lana asked, and Cathy, too, listened closely to the 
answer. 

"You know ..." Mike said. 

"Sure," Terry said, grinning, "you know ... " 

"If I knew, goddamn it, I wouldn't be asking ... " Lana said, peevishly. 

"Well," Terry said, "I'm willing to let the rent go if you take off your 
shirt ... " 

Lana looked perplexed. "Really?" 

"Really," Terry said, grinning slyly. 

Lana shrugged, and then began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't have a bra 
on underneath it, and so when she removed the blouse it achieved just what 
Terry had wanted, which was to see her tits. 

She slipped off her blouse, throwing it lightly over the arm of the couch 
while the boys - not to mention Cathy - got a real good look at those 
oversized tits and at those big, brownish coins of her nipples. 

"Jeezus, guys," Lana said, lifting her hands up and covering up her tits, at 
least partially. "Don't stare at my tits like that ... " 

But Terry, Mike and Cathy were not the only ones staring. 

Her curiosity had gotten the best of Cathy's Aunt Shirley, and she had only 
driven the car down the block, then walked stealthily back to her house, 
hoping to find them engaged in more than just playing a board game. 

She was not disappointed when she positioned herself at a side window of the 
house, one that was surrounded by thick bushes. 

The window looked in on the back corner of the house where the family room 
with the game was. It was a window she had deliberately opened before 
leaving in hopes of seeing, hearing some' thing. Now, indeed, she could see 
every one of their movements, hear everything they were saying in the house. 

Aunt Shirley had figured that with a bunch of horny young kids, their play 
would soon turn into something like this. And she was pleased to see that 
she had been absolutely right. 

That Lana looked pretty fucking nice with those big naked tits exposed to 
everyone's gaze. 

Then there was Cathy, and Shirley wouldn't mind - - wouldn't mind at all! - 
seeing her niece again in the nude. 

And then, too, there were the boys. Ah, yes, the boys. From the moment that 
they had stepped through the front door she had been fascinated with those 
two young studs. She was dying to see what they would look like if, as she 
was hoping, the game progressed farther along the direction it was already 
taking. 

It was turning into a battle between Terry and Cathy, who both had quite a 
bit of real estate, each with houses and hotels strategically placed on the 
board. 

The next player to run into financial trouble was Mike. 

He landed on one of Cathy's pieces of property - St. James Place - and it 
was so heavily built up with buildings that there was hardly any room for 
him to put his little dog-shaped playing piece on it. 

"Okay," Mike said, smiling at Cathy, "I get the same deal as Lana got, 
right? I get to take off my shirt and then I don't have to pay rent? That's 
fair, isn't it?" 

"Almost ... " Cathy said, smiling. 

"What do you mean, 'Almost'?" Mike asked warily, staring at her. 

"Well," Cathy said, her face taking on a certain eagerness, "that was a deal 
that Terry cut with Lana. You're going to have to make me a better deal than 
that, or else I wipe you out ... " 

"Shit, this is one evil bitch we're playing with ... " Mike said, shaking 
his head. "Okay, what do you want, anyway?" 

"Your pants," Cathy said, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, " ... and your 
underwear." 

"Fuck it all," Mike said, "that's no fuckin' fair ... " 

"Take it or leave it ... " Cathy said. 

Mike counted his stack of play money one last time, just to make sure that 
he didn't have enough money to cover the rent on the property. 

"Well, fuckit!" he said, and then he reached down and slipped off his boots. 

Aunt Shirley watched avidly through the window, finally getting what she had 
wanted. 

After he had taken his boots off, he found it impossible to get his pants 
off on the awkward bean bag chair, so he stood, sending a thrill through the 
woman watching at the window. 

Mike unbuckled his belt, then undid his zipper. He looked at both of the 
girls with a sly 'Here it comes!' smile. Then with a flourish, like a 
stripper, he finally slid his jeans down and stepped out of them, kicking 
them toward Cathy's feet like they were the booty of war. 

Then, with a leer he looked into the anxiously waiting girl's eyes and 
yanked down his BVD's and, picking them up off the carpet, pitched them into 
Cathy's lap. "Well, there they are! Wear 'em in good health!" 

"Now we know who wears the pants in your family!" Terry laughed at Mike. 

"Very funny!" Retorted Mike, standing there naked in front of the other 
three -not to mention the hidden viewer beyond the window. 

With his cock half-hard and bobbing forth from the tangle of brown hair at 
his crotch, Mike said to Cathy, "Happy, landlord?" 

"Very ... ", she said, smiling, holding his white briefs in her small hand, 
her eyes eating up the sex log hovering almost right in front of her face. 

"Look," Cathy said, "Maybe I am being a bit hard on you, Mike," she said. 
"Would this make up for it?" 

Then she slid around on the bean bag chair, leaning forward. She took hold 
of him and came up on Mike's cock. She cupped his balls in her fingers, and 
then slid her mouth over Mike's prick, taking it in as he pumped his ass and 
slid his cock in and out of her lips. 

"Mmmmmm ... " Mike said, wobbling on his hairy legs as he stood in front of 
Cathy, "yeah, yeah ... That makes it a lot better ... " 

Whoa, boy! Aunt Shirley could hardly believe her eyes at what she was 
watching. Sure, she had known that Cathy wasn't exactly a nun in the way she 
behaved around boys - her parents had made that abundantly clear to Shirley 
on the phone - and in addition, that little session inside of the changing 
booth had proved she was no rank innocent, but still Shirley was stunned to 
see Cathy go right after that boy's cock, to gobble it right up! 

Oh, Jeez! Hell, she could hardly blame her niece for responding that way to 
the kid! Hell, he was a handsome young guy, and with that hard stick of his 
wavering almost under her nose, she would have done exactly the same thing! 

Still, Shirley knew that this whole sex thing with Cathy had gotten way out 
of hand! For one thing, the way that Shirley had been behaving lately was 
completely insane! Sneaking around, spying on Cathy and her friends, spying 
on Cathy especially, even when she masturbated ... it all pointed to the 
fact that she was getting carried away, in way too deep in this hot little 
game of young girls and their horny-assed suitors! 

Okay, fine! So if you're going to think about it, and if you're going to 
sneak around like some peeping Tom hoping for a glimpse at some little cunt 
or some hairy cock, well then, why don't you do something about it?! 
Unbidden, almost beyond her control, her hand slipped down to the top of her 
jeans. 

What if someone - say old Mrs. Fleming, next door - was to happen to walk by 
and see what you're doing?, Shirley admonished herself. Wouldn't that be 
fucking embarrassing? 

She quickly looked around, reassuring herself that hidden in her own bushes 
no one would see her there. Trembling, with both excitement and fear, 
Shirley let herself go and unbuttoned her own jeans, slid down the zipper, 
and then slid her hand into her crotch as she leaned over at the window. 

Shirley wormed two fingers into the already-wet cleft of her twat, 
appreciating the feeling, appreciating the luxuriant growth of hair between 
her legs. 

Oh, she was a woman, all right! She sure wasn't a little peach fuzz twat 
like her niece! And she had sexual desires worthy of a woman, too! 

Shirley drove her fingers deeper into her pussy, writhing, feeling like the 
sensation of having her fingers plunged into her cunt was almost too intense 
to bear. She plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy, hearing the little 
squelchings it made. 

Even as her Aunt was going at it beyond the window pane, Cathy pulled away, 
letting Mike's cock fall forth from her lips. 

"Okay, that's enough for the moment. It's Terry's turn ... " she said. Then, 
as he started to unzip his pants, she hastily added, "to play the game 
Terry, put that thing away, we're not ready for it yet ... " 

"Who's not ready?" he laughed, but did as he was commanded, rolling the 
dice, then moving his marker around the board. 

As he did so Mike sat back down in the bean bag chair, snuggling up the 
Cathy, her small soft hand wrapping around his dick. Mike's boner was big 
and reddened, as she toyed with the foreskin, the length of it glistening 
from Cathy's saliva. 

No, Aunt Shirley didn't miss the movement of Cathy's hand, even if the other 
two across the table from her did. 

Aunt Shirley watched lustfully as Cathy gripped Mike's cock and, without the 
other two players even becoming aware of it, she started to frig his prick 
up and down in his lap. 

Poor hapless Lana was the next one to land on one of the hotel-laden pieces 
of real estate, Marvin Gardens this time, and by that time Cathy had turned 
into a real tyrant in the matter. 

"Off with your pants ... " she said, and all Lana could do was to comply. 

Aunt Shirley watched the young woman strip off her pants, watched the dawn 
of her blonde pussy as she stripped down her underwear. From where she was 
watching through the window, Aunt Shirley could even see the beginning of 
the little pink cleft of Lana's pussyslash. 

Shit, that little slit of Lana's looked awfully enticing, and when she 
turned to let Terry get a good look Aunt Shirley got a nice view of Lana's 
shapely ass. 

By that time Aunt Shirley's fingers were working overtime, driving up her 
own cuntslash as visions of all of the wonderful things she could do with 
that pussy, with that ass, danced through her head. 

Christ! Shirley thought, she just couldn't restrain herself any longer! And 
then something in her mind snapped as she watched Terry move forward and 
start to finger Lana's thighs, to kiss around her pussy, and then to use his 
fingers to spread her labia and to dive his questing tongue inward. 

Shirley knew she had to do something! She was so hot, and yet at the same 
time she knew all of the problems she could be getting herself involved in! 
For one thing, what if she went inside and Cathy freaked out! Well, she 
could act like she had been suspicious of Cathy and her friends and ... Oh, 
fuck! 

Shirley stood up and zipped and buttoned her pants rapidly. She knew she had 
to try something! She almost felt like she was a sleepwalker moving through 
a dream as she walked around the side of the house and then approached the 
front door. 

She was still afraid of what might happen, but by that time she knew that 
there wasn't a goddamn thing she could do about it! 

She quickly walked to the doorway and then opened the it up. She heard Lana 
squeak and Cathy gasp and one of the young guys mutter, "Oh, fuck ... ", and 
then she was inside the house and standing in front of them. 

Well, no, there was nothing they could do to deny what they had been doing, 
that was for sure! Terry had his hands wrapped around Lana's naked ass as 
she stood there with one foot up on the couch, her blonde pussy wide and 
dripping just inches away from his face. His expression was priceless! 

And Cathy had been so shocked by her Aunt Shirley walking through the door 
that she had forgotten to even let go of Mike's cock, all hard and standing 
tall in her little fist. 

"Aunt Shirley, I can explain ... " Cathy said, still sitting there, beet 
red, knowing there was no way she could. 

Shirley stood there for a long moment, expressionless, menacing, almost 
forgetting that she hadn't come in to catch the group in the act. "You can?" 
she said softly. 

Cathy smiled, looking like the cat with the parakeet in its mouth. "Uh, give 
me a second ... I'm sure I can think of something ... " 

"Cathy?" Aunt Shirley asked coming toward her. 

"Yes?" Cathy asked weakly. 

"I didn't come here to get you kids in trouble ... " 

"You didn't?" Cathy asked. 

Shirley's next words were awfully difficult to get out. She almost felt as 
if she was the kid and Cathy was the parent or the aunt, and she was the one 
who had been caught in the act. 

And then she knew she had to go on with it. 

"Cathy?" she said, hesitantly, putting a trembling hand on her niece's soft 
shoulder. 

"Uh, yes, Aunt Shirley?" the young girl said looking up, confused. 

"I ... uh ... I was hoping that you would let me join you ... " 

Mike shook his head in disbelief, Terry expelling his breath in relief. 

"Oh, wow ... " Lana muttered, her eyes widening. 

Cathy's lips curved upwards in a smile. Then she nodded. 

Smiling, Shirley asked Cathy, "May I help you with that?" Without waiting 
for an answer she went down on her knees beside the bean bag chair, her 
hands joining Cathy's around Mike's cock. 

Shirley brought her mouth to the startled boy's dick and Cathy pulled her 
hands away to accommodate her aunt's lips on that big boner. 

Shirley went to work sucking and locking and tonguing the boy's stiff rod 
while Cathy wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his. 

Terry went back to work on Lana, burying his nose in the sweet slit of her 
exposed pussy. 

Mike's fingers blindly groped the two women. One hand found Shirley's 
breast, massaging it through the light cloth of her summer blouse. 

After a few moments of that Shirley backed off on that hot rod in her mouth, 
enjoying the look of it standing erect, at attention like a little soldier 
in her hand. 

"I'm sorry Mike, did you want these?" she asked, undoing the buttons of her 
shirt with one hand. 

Mike looked around Cathy's sizzling kiss to see Shirley pull off her blouse, 
big braless boobs flopping enticingly out, her nipples standing out hard and 
pointed. 

Oh shit yes! Mike thought, wanting them. His free hand grabbed at the older 
woman's big knockers, thrilled to have more than just the usual small 
teenaged girl's titties he was used to. 

Meanwhile Lana decided that she wanted Terry's cock in her box more than his 
tongue. She pulled him to his feet, dropping his pants to the carpet. Then 
she got back up on the couch, her knees on the cushions, her arms and 
shoulders up on the back of the couch, her butt facing the room. Her face 
was to the wallpaper as she said, "Do me doggy-style Terry!" 

Terry lost no time complying, angling his oversized dong into her twat, both 
hands guiding his meat missile into the welcome and wet silo of her cunt. 

Shirley and Cathy switched places, the younger woman stroking and sucking on 
Mike's cock as Shirley gave her tits to the boy to suck and kiss. 

Hungrily, noisily, Mike slurped at those big dark nipples, nibbling, panting 
as waves of excitement crashed through him from what Cathy was doing to his 
dick, from the sheer joy of having these two giant mature globes to fondle 
and play with as he fucking well liked. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me you sonofabitch!" Lana screamed from the couch. 

Terry was pistoning, piledriving his dick into her pussy, slamming his 
pelvic bone and balls up hard against the girl's ass, Shockwaves making her 
butt shake, her shoulders tremble with each of his hard thrusts. 

Harder and harder, faster and faster he rammed the shivering girl, driving 
his prick deep into her, rotating his hips to give maximum friction to the 
delicate walls of her pussy. 

Shirley was riding high on the wave of her pleasure. This was too wonderful, 
just too fucking amazing. It was all, and more than she had hoped. Oh God, 
how long had it been since she had had the pleasure of any man besides 
Derek? And now this wild beautiful boy was slurping and sucking at her 
breast making her feel young and beautiful and desirable once again. 

"Oh, Fuck, you do that so good!" she said, panting into the boy's ear. 
Shirley held Mike to her breads with one hand tangled in his hair. Her other 
hand reached out, running up and down his body as far as she could reach. 
She twisted around to where she could watch Cathy sucking on Mike's cock. 

Oh, God, how beautiful she looked! Shirley thought, enjoying staring at the 
body of the girl curled on the shapeless chair, her lovely and naked legs 
exposed. 

Cathy's little tongue was going all over Mike's hard meat pole, questing, 
exploring, fluttering and fanning the boy's lust, driving him right up to 
the edge. 

Shirley reached over and pulled on Cathy's tank top, trying to pull it off, 
hot for a look at her niece's sexy little tits. 

Cathy looked up and smiled. Taking a moment off from working Mike's cock, 
she pulled off her tank top, letting her sweet little breasts bounce into 
Shirley's view. 

"You're just so fucking beautiful, Cathy," Shirley almost purred. 

Cathy just smiled and returned to Mike's hot cock in her hand, pulling the 
foreskin back down, the blunt purple head poking out from the protective 
envelope of skin. 

Cathy wrapped her lips back around the throbbing dickhead as Shirley reached 
over and began playing with one delicate little tit, kneading the tiny 
nipple to bright pink erectness. 

Mike was bucking his hips, ramming his dick into the hungry girl's mouth, 
frigging, fucking her mouth like a pussy, finding it hard not to lose his 
rhythm with all the incredible things that mouth was doing. He was panting 
through his nose, his mouth sucking hard on one of Shirley's big nipples, 
his brain a wash of lust, dizzy, reeling. With a kind of regret he realized 
he couldn't hold his cum much longer. 

Terry, like Mike, also was nearing the raw edge of his orgasm. His breath 
was coming in hot ragged pants as he smacked his dick again and again into 
the willing, wanting, Lana. 

Lana was lost in her ecstasy, screaming out little 'ah's' and 'oh's', 
whimpering her delight. 

Mike was the first to cum, his head buried between Shirley's massive 
mammaries, his dick worked beyond endurance by Cathy's 
educated-beyond-its-years mouth and tongue. He bellowed and arched his body 
and fired, hot spurts of cum ripping from the depths of him. It splashed hot 
and sweet on Cathy's tongue, filling her mouth, dribbling down her chin, his 
cries of delight smothered in the soft, succulent flesh of Shirley's boobs. 

Moments later Terry and Lana joined him, their cries of "I'm cumming, oh 
fuck I'm cumming ... " and "Hold on, hold on! ... ah fuck, I'm cumming too! 
Ahhhhhh ... " arriving nearly together. 

Terry fell back onto the couch, exhausted, Lana slumping down to lie across 
his lap, panting. Terry sat looking down into the pretty face of Lana, 
enjoying that special, indescribably sweet look of a woman in afterglow, the 
fingers of his left hand twining in her hair, his right hand softly 
caressing her sizeable breasts. 

But it turned out that Cathy and Shirley were far from done! 

Shirley slid around, coming off of the bean bag chair, pulling Cathy onto 
the carpet with her. She pulled the young girl into her arms, her lips 
seeking Cathy's, her hands exploring the beautiful body of her niece. 

As their lips met, tongues twining and wrestling, their fingers raged and 
ravaged each other. Shirley's hand found the mouth of Cathy's little twat 
and slid into that hot, juiced-up tunnel, making the girl squirm with and 
writhe her hips with pleasure. 

Cathy's hand followed her aunt's lead, shyly entering her aunt's cuntlips, 
then with increasing excitement, finding and kneading her clitoris, brushing 
and burnishing the bulb of the older woman's clit, tormenting her with waves 
of pleasurable pain. 

Shirley pushed the girl onto her back and quickly spun around on her knees 
so that she could bury her face in her niece's tangled little muff. 

Shirley was way beyond thinking, beyond justifications, beyond all rationale 
and excuses. She was wholly caught up in a riptide of lust. She had never 
even remotely desired another broad like she was now lusting after Cathy. 
She had never before had the wild aroma of another woman's pussy driving her 
into crazy, all-consuming passion. 

But now she was possessed by the wild, sexy moment, and Shirley gave herself 
up to it, up to the wild fire in her coins blotting out everything else. 

Cathy was surrendered to the feelings, the sensations, the raw emotions that 
were washing over her. It felt so fucking good and she was fucking doing it 
and that was all the fucking excuse she needed! 

Shirley's nose went deep into that wet slice of Cathy's twat, drinking deep 
of the heady perfume of her niece's pussy. Her tongue found the girl's clit 
and began a wonderful slow torturing of it, nipping it and making Cathy yelp 
with pleasure and squirm beneath 

Cathy's tongue was tasting a wild new truth, a mind-fucking brew of her 
juices, the cunt juices of her favorite aunt running and glistening all over 
her face and mouth, mixing with the dribbling remnants of Mike's cum. 

She was young and the raw power of sex was searing her brain. Cathy never 
really knew that she was about to cum, her mind whited out by the sheer 
raping ecstasy as her cum ripped through her, making her go unconscious for 
a moment, turning her sweat for an instant to ice water, spasming and 
jerking her limbs as the bliss ripped through her. 

"Are you all right?" she asked Cathy. 

"All right?" she chuckled, "All right?" She was panting, dizzy, her eyes 
refusing to focus. 

From the chair above her Mike said, "You just had the fuckin' granddaddy of 
orgasms, Cathy!" 

"Oh, fuck! That was ... " She set up on her elbows, her chest heaving, 
"Fuck, I don't know what the fuck it was. 

She looked at her aunt. Shirley had slipped off the girl and was now sitting 
on her knees beside her, stroking the girl gently. 

"Is fucking you always like this?" 

Shirley said nothing be leaned over, placing a light kiss on Cathy's lips. 

 Five 

Derek was damned confused. For an hour after he got off work he drove 
around, thinking. Thinking of Cathy. Of just how desperate he was for her. 
Of the way she had grabbed his dick and brought him off with her mouth. 

Should he allow himself to think that he was a turn-on to her? After all, 
these days chicks didn't usually even give him a second glance. 

She's only eighteen and I'm almost forty, he said to no-one, feeling, for 
the moment, every minute of his age. 

How in the fuck could she want him half as much as he wanted her? And if she 
did want him, wouldn't that be a hell of a lot worse? Shit, it had to be a 
mistake even to think about her, to think about those little tits, about 
that little twat! She was his niece, fergawdsakes, at least by marriage. 

Christ! He was just glad that at least she was of age, and not jailbait. The 
last time she had stayed with them she had only been eleven, and even at 
that age she had been a terrible flirt. Now at eighteen Derek had to admit 
that she was a real woman, and hotter than hell! 

And what of Shirley? She was still a beautiful woman, and he did love her, 
didn't he? Was he willing to trade Shirley for Cathy? If not, why jeopardize 
things? Why this crazy need for these expeditions in the dead of night to 
Cathy's room? Was he just acting like a silly old man coming up on the big 
four-oh? 

And if he did keep making those midnight forays into Cathy's room - and if 
his hard cock kept making its forays into Cathy's sucking mouth - wouldn't 
Shirley eventually catch on to what was going on with them? What in the fuck 
was going to happen then? 

His aimless driving around town brought him to the local adult book store 
and theater. Seeing the lurid title on the movie marquee he decided to go 
in. 

Maybe a little celluloid sex will cool my jets enough for me to think, Derek 
thought, parking the car in the parking lot behind the theater, hoping for 
fuck's sake that no-one would see his car there and associate it with him. 

The entrance to the theater was inside the bookstore. It was the dinner hour 
and the place was nearly empty. A big biker and his fat biker broad were 
arguing over what video to take home that night, with the shopkeeper 
pointedly ignoring them, sticking price tags on items - a luridly colored 
assortment of dildos and artificial cunts - behind his high counter. 

He hated paying those outrageous prices, but the topless ticket girl in the 
glass booth went a long way toward making up for it. She was a brunette in 
her mid-thirties with tits that Derek could have smothered in. Big and not 
too drooping, with great rosy nipples that Derek's eyes stuck to and only 
let loose of with a conscious effort. Shit, she looked good enough to eat in 
just frilly black-and-red panties, garters and hose, with six inch spike 
black high heels, and for a second the real life image of her - and 
especially those tits - replaced the image of Cathy that had been haunting 
him all day. 

He paid his eight dollars and slipped behind the ratty red curtain, stepping 
into the darkness of the theater. Inside were folding chairs and a screen 
about as big as the one Derek had at home to show his slides on. 

The second feature, something titled LUST OF SATAN, was about half over as 
he came in and sat down. The setting of the film was a posh house somewhere 
in the Hollywood Hills. Some cloaked men were menacing a naked girl strapped 
to a stone altar in the basement. Some other naked women stood around 
chanting and holding tall black candles. 

The people on the screen broke into some kind of crazy dance and orgy, the 
naked women using the big candles as dildos, doing each other, while the men 
pulled off their cloaks and gangbanged the girl on the altar, all to the 
tune of some sixties acid music, Jimi Hendrix's or some such. 

One of Derek's first thoughts was that it was an astonishingly old film, 
mid-sixties he guessed by the quality of the color. Jeez, eight bucks for 
two films, no popcorn, and they show a film from twenty years ago! 

In the next sequence a group of Satanist women gathered in a living room for 
a lesbian orgy with a giant black dildo. The dildo was four feet long and at 
least six inches across. The black dildo was passed, reverently, from girl 
to girl who kissed and fondled it, with some ritualistic Satan crap as 
dialog. 

Derek tried to ignore the sappy dialog and concentrate on staring at the 
tits of the pretty girls, naked and hot on the screen. 

One of them, a tall black girl with long slim legs and big fuckin' wall-eyed 
mambos that jiggled whenever she walked, was really getting him going. 

Derek was the only one in the theater, he realized, looking around with a 
start. I guess 'classic porn' isn't all that popular, he chuckled to 
himself. 

Feeling incredibly self-conscious he undid his belt and slid down his 
zipper. Hell, that's what these films are for, right? he told himself. 

A big boned Scandinavian-looking blonde had a buzzing vibrator dildo in her 
hand which she ran over the boobs and legs of the black chick that had 
gotten Derek's attention. Then the blonde drove that whirring dildo into the 
kinky snatch of the black girl, her cuntlips all splayed and reddened, 
driving that dildo all the way up to the hilt. 

On the floor four other girls had arranged themselves in a daisy chain, each 
licking out the pussy of the next girl in the circle. Derek had never seen 
it done quite that way before and was fascinated and getting damned turned 
on. 

A slightly plump girl with wide hips and a very skinny woman with small, 
sharply pointed tits were making it on the couch. The big assed one was up 
on her knees on the cushions, while the skinny girl hungrily slurped and 
licked out her puckered pink asshole. 

Derek stroked and pounded his prick to close-up shots of girls licking and 
kissing girls, breathing hard into the empty theater as his hand worked his 
quivering dong. 

A couple of the girls in the daisy chain really had spectacular bodies and 
Derek just could not get his eyes off their shapely asses, off of their big 
tits and flashing nipples. He wished to fuck that he was in the middle of 
that writhing daisy chain, sucking and running his tongue up and down that 
brunette's sweet glistening pink slash, plunging his cock in and out of the 
mouth of that incredible red head! 

The Scandinavian blonde was bouncing up and down at a frantic pace on top of 
that animalistic-looking black bitch, and Derek matched her speed every 
second of the way with the speed of his hand whacking away at his stiff rod. 

Staring hard, almost hypnotically at the creamy whiteness of the blonde's 
skin, the lustrous black invitation of the other girl's too, he could feel 
his cum rising and he coaxed it along, taking his time, urging and then 
backing off with the stroking of his hand, waiting for the exact moment to 
let it rip. 

The girls in the film were beginning to cum, too. The big-assed broad on the 
couch getting her ass and anus licked out came with screaming words of 
praise for Satan. 

One-by-one the girls in the daisy chain were gasping out their bliss as they 
fired, Derek feasting on more close-up shots: 

One girl's face was splattered and dripping with cum, her long pink tongue 
snaking out and wiping it off of her lips. 

Another close-up showed the blonde's palpitating ass, zeroing in on her 
puckered sunburst of an asshole as it clenched open and shut. 

The black girl was the last one to cum, panting, begging, shaking with the 
power of the dildo driving and diving deep into her, coming up all 
glistening with her cuntjuices. 

As she came, eyes rolled back, her white, even teeth clenched, and Derek 
clenched his own teeth, holding back his scream as he fired too, shooting 
globs of moon-colored scum onto the filthy floor of the theater. 

The scene on the screen changed to a long view of some Southern California 
college. Derek thought he recognized Cal Tech. Losing interest in the film 
and knowing he had to be home soon, he zipped himself back up and walked 
out, wobbling a little bit as he left the theater. 

Outside it was another hot summer night, mosquito's buzzing around in thick 
clouds. He ducked into the car, feeling a little better. Oddly he thought, 
even though he had just cum, he was still as horny as hell. 

He knew, right or wrong, he had to have Cathy again. And this time, not just 
to cum in her mouth - he needed a hell of a lot more than that from that 
pretty little wench. 

* * * 

After the Monopoly game, which Cathy had eventually won, the kids all went 
out for pizza and a movie. Shirley stayed home to make Derek dinner. 

He was almost two hours late getting home and came in all apologetic, and 
got a hell of a surprise. 

Shirley was waiting for him in her negligee. 

He hadn't seen her this horny in months. Even his being late didn't seem to 
bother her. Usually she would have killed him, but this time she just said 
"I understand, dear." 

"Listen, Shirley," Derek said, "maybe we should go out and grab a burger, or 
something ... ", but Shirley would hear none of it, and fixed him a late 
dinner. 

Shirley almost skipped around the kitchen, setting plates before him, 
kissing him, swishing her ass and making her big tits bob and bounce, really 
putting on a show for him. 

"So what happened to you at work today, anyway, Dear?" she asked. 

Derek was too surprised to even formulate much of a reply. "Uh, well, you 
know ... Not much, Shirley ... " Jesus! She's trying to get me in the mood! 
he realized with a start. If only she knew, he thought, watching her. I'm in 
the mood all right, just not for her! 

They sat at the table, Derek trying to eat, Shirley snuggling up against 
him, nuzzling his ear, rubbing his cock under the table. Derek kept looking 
up from his meal as her fingers worked him under the table, figuring that at 
this rate they were going to have to do it right on the kitchen floor! 
Shirley acted like she wasn't going to accept any less from him! 

Shirley was pleased - really pleased - to note that his cock was responding 
to the treatment, growing hard and large inside his slacks. 

When he finished eating she didn't even bother putting the dishes in the 
sink, but led him back to the bedroom. 

"No TV for you tonight, Mister; I have another little show in mind for you!" 

She led him to the bedroom and directed him to sit on the bed. "C'mon, now, 
Derek," she said, "don't get impatient. Just hold on a moment." 

You know, it was kind of funny, but any other time that Shirley had gone to 
all of this trouble, Derek would have been out of his mind with lust, 
probably jacking off while he stared at her in her negligee. Oh, well, she 
thought, maybe this will bring him 'round ... 

Then she put a cassette into a small portable tape player, and switched it 
on. 

As soon as Derek recognized the opening notes of Billy Rose's tune, 'The 
Stripper', he cracked up. Shirley, undaunted, went into a bump-and-grind 
stripper dance routine that really blew his mind. 

In time to the music's sexy beat she slipped off the negligee, revealing red 
nylons, red garter belt, red panties and a red push-up bra. 

"What do you think of the outfit?" she asked, whirling around, showing it 
off, but mostly showing off her body. 

Derek had to admit she looked great, and the striptease really was turning 
him on, after all! He clapped his hands in delight and shouted "Oh, baby!" 

Both were laughing so hard it was difficult for Shirley to keep time to the 
music, but kept up the striptease. Running her hands up and down her hips 
and legs she strutted for him, showing him what a fine foxy wife he had. 

She slipped off the bra next, draping it across Derek's lap. 

She swayed and bent, making her tits bob and jiggle. She took Dereks's hands 
and ran them over her breasts, then stepped back, teasing, slipping away 
from him. 

Next, still in time to the music, she slowly turned from him, showing him 
her ass, and slipped down her panties. Then she turned to face him, 
revealing her pussy as though he had never seen it before. She danced up to 
him and put her panties on his head like a hat. 

That left Derek roaring with lusty laughter, reaching out his hands to grab 
at his naughty wife. 

Shirley slipped away from his grasping hands, sparking his lust higher, to 
finish the dance. When the music ended she came to him on the bed, still 
clad in garter and nylons, and putting her spike-heeled red slipper in the 
middle of his chest, pushed him back onto the bed. Then she began undressing 
him, pulling his pants off, his big prick springing into view, obviously 
ready for some hot action. 

In moments he was nude. She crawled onto the bed and took his dick into her 
mouth, fingering his taut balls, coaxing them, urging them to deliver up 
their liquid gift. She nibbled and sucked and chewed until Derek was hard, 
his prick standing erect and glistening, supported in her fingers, and then 
she really went after it. 

She crouched over him and used her mouth like a cunt, plunging it up and 
down over his bone while her fingers frigged it up and down and her other 
hand milked his balls. It wasn't more than a minute before Derek was gasping 
and urging her: 

"Oh, Jesus, Shirley! Harder! Yeah! Do it just like that! Ooohhh, shit! Use 
your lips on my prick-head, just like that!" 

Finally, with a flurry of plunging strokes between her lips he came, crying 
out and then firing several squirts of cum into her mouth. She sucked and 
lapped, running her tongue in long strokes up and down his still-hard prick, 
getting the last droplets of his juice of his prick. 

Then, without further ado she moved up and positioned her pussy over his 
face. Hungrily, happily, he ate her, gripping her sizable asscheeks in his 
hands while she ground her drenched twat atop of his mouth and he plunged 
his tongue deep. After a few moments she twisted about so that she could 
resume work on his cock, and even against all of the odds that she was 
afraid of she brought his dick back to full hardness as he lay there, his 
face buried in her cunt. 

In a few minutes she had him back up to engorged hardness, his prickhead 
glistening purply in the bedroom light. She pulled her pussy away from his 
questing tongue, to run her tongue all over his chest, his stomach, up and 
down his hairy legs. Then, finally, she turned around and positioned herself 
over him. 

Using one hand to guide his prick in she sat her soft ass down on his stiff 
pole, letting out an 'Ahhh!' of pleasure as she guided it deeply inward. 

"Oh God, honey, it's been too fuckin' long!" Derek said, holding his wife's 
ass. 

Shirley leaned forward to put one of her big titties in his mouth. Derek 
reached out and held that big dark-capped globe in his mouth, his tongue 
running round and round the delicate puckered nipple, making it pucker even 
more. 

Oh ... Oh, Derek! Derek! Oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good shoved up inside 
my twat! Oh, Jesus! I Want it! I want it so fuckin' bad!" 

Shirley was practically out of her mind having his big dick shoved up in 
her. Shit, she hadn't been so turned on in months, maybe years. Making love 
to Mike and Cathy had really only whetted her appetite for Derek's big pole. 
She was a woman, a full lusty woman with a woman's needs. And those needs 
included a man with a big hard bone who knew what she liked! 

And Derek sure as fuck did know what and how she liked it! She liked his 
dick driven as high and as hard into her pussy as possible, and she liked 
the hard whacking of pelvic bone on pelvic bone as he drilled her, drilled 
hard into her. 

She liked his mouth on her tits while his bone drilled its way up through 
her cunt straight to her brain! 

Together they pumped like mad for what seemed like hours, her driving her 
butt down, impaling herself on his dick, him bucking up, panting like a wild 
dog, trying to ram his dick ever deeper and higher into her drenched twat. 

Her orgasm hit her almost without warning, blowing her mind as waves of 
shuddering pleasure washed through her, making her jerk and whimper as she 
rammed her ass up and down on Derek's bone. 

Derek gently rolled her over on her side and, lifting her leg up on his hip, 
continued to pound into her pussy until he joined her in cumming. He pressed 
deeply into her and then felt his sperm rocket through his cock, setting off 
his whole brain in fireworks, and making him clutch and kiss Shirley as he 
spurted a triple-squirt of seed deep into her guts. 

The two drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, happier with each other, 
more satisfied with their marriage than they had been in ages. 

And yet, both fell into slumber thinking of the girl who would be sleeping, 
later that night, in the next room. Each had questions, and unresolved 
desires that haunted their dreams. Each, Derek and Shirley, knew that 
however happy they were, it somehow wasn't enough, not just now, not since 
Cathy, beautiful sexy little Cathy had walked - had paraded that sweet 
little ass of hers - into their lives. 

And both of them fell asleep hoping the other would never know. 

* * * 

The next day, while Derek was at work, Shirley planned something special for 
Cathy. It was a special something in which Shirley's big black dildo was to 
be a star performer. 

It had started off as a typical day in the Langendorf household. Getting 
Derek up and off to work, house work, vacuuming and dusting, the little 
things that Shirley performed, somehow, with more satisfaction that morning 
... 

Shirley went into town briefly on an errand and it was already a scorchingly 
hot day by the time she returned. Summer in Klamath was usually a bitch, and 
this one was proving to be the usual. By mid-morning it was already too hot 
to comfortably wear clothing outdoors. 

In the afternoon, Cathy, clad only in her blue tube top and ultra 
short-shorts headed up the street to visit Lana at the root beer stand. 

While she was gone, Shirley got everything ready for her return. 

She fluffed out her hair into a sexy, just-out-of bed look. Then she slipped 
into a satin kimono, liberally applying her favorite, and sexiest perfume. 

This is silly, she kept telling herself, I feel like a kid getting ready for 
a date. What if she isn't interested in getting laid by an older broad? What 
if yesterday was just a fucking fluke? 

Shirley was so nervous that she was nearly shaking by the time she heard the 
Robbins' dog bark, announcing Cathy's return. 

Cathy came in and threw her clutch purse on an end table in the living room. 

It was oddly quiet in the house. 

"Aunt Shirley?" she called out. 

"Back here, Darling." Shirley replied. There was something in the tone of 
her voice that tweaked Cathy's curiosity. It was almost as if she had meant 
to say 'Come join me' but hadn't. Now, what the hell is she up to? Cathy 
asked herself. Jesus, you never know what the fuck these old farts are going 
to spring on you! 

Cathy peeked through the door into Shirley's room and was rewarded with a 
view of the older woman lounging back on her right elbow, her kimono open at 
the waist, that huge black dildo that Cathy had caught a glimpse of a few 
days earlier sliding furiously in and out of Shirley's pussy, propelled by 
her fist! 

"Oh, sorry!" said the startled girl, stepping away from the door. 

"No! Ah, that's all right, Darling. Come on in, will you?" 

Timidly, Cathy came back to the door. Shirley pulled the dildo free so Cathy 
could see it in its full magnificent length, glistening wetly with the 
nectar of Shirley's pussy. 

"Have you met my little friend?" 

"Little?" Cathy said in surprise, "That's the biggest fucking dildo I ever 
imagined, much less saw!" 

Shirley got up off the bed and came toward Cathy. Gently she laid the huge 
black snout of the dildo between Cathy's little titties. 

With her free hand Shirley brushed back the hair from Cathy's face, then 
lightly placed a kiss, first at her temple, then her cheek. Then their lips 
met. 

The kiss quickly grew in passion, Shirley taking Cathy's tongue deep into 
her mouth, tasting the sweet warmth of her sister's daughter. 

Shirley began running her free hand, and the giant dildo, up and down the 
girl's slim body, rubbing it over her tits, down her stomach, between her 
legs. 

In a few more moments the horny teenage girl in Shirley's arms was 
whimpering and panting out her need into her aunt's ear. 

Shirley led Cathy to the bed and helped her out of her brief clothing. 

Cathy's pussy was all juiced-up as Shirley worked her fingers into the hot 
moist passage, pressing her fingers inward. 

Cathy's fingers reached out, slipping inside the kimono to find the sopping 
wet fur at Shirley's cunt delta. 

Shirley used her thumb expertly to twiddle and friction Cathy's clit, all 
the while driving her fingers ever deeper into the squirming girl's quim. 

Cathy did the same to her aunt, her little hand entering Shirley's cunt with 
a soft squelching sound. 

Soon they were pressed hard against each other, holding on for dear life, 
driving fingers into each other's wet, tormented twats, panting, kissing, 
tonguing each other's mouths like mad. 

"Fuck me! Aunt Shirley, fuck me!" Cathy cried out, desperate for it. 

"That's exactly what I had in mind," Shirley said. She slid the kimono off 
her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. 

Shirley could not help but notice and appreciate how Cathy's eyes glowed 
with excitement, how the girl seemed to be drinking up the mature beauty of 
Shirley's body, unable to take her eyes off her aunt. 

Shirley smiled and stepped over to the night stand. She opened a drawer and 
pulled out a curious item consisting of straps and buckles. "You know what 
this is?" she asked. 

"No," Cathy said, "but I have a sneaking feeling that I'm going to quickly 
find out!" she added laughing. 

The younger woman got up off the bed and came over to watch her aunt as he 
buckled herself into it. 

"This is a little something I picked up in the novelty story, just for you, 
this morning," Shirley said, then added, "Now, bring our handsome black 
friend over here and I'll show you what this thing is for ... " 

Cathy picked the enormous oversized black dildo up off the bed and handed it 
to Shirley. Quickly, she snapped it into place in the harness. 

That great black plastic penis thrust forth from Shirley's crotch like the 
prong of some over-built black man, only far larger than any real dick Cathy 
had ever seen. 

"Oh sweet Jesus, you're not gonna stick that thing in me, are you, Aunt 
Shirley?" 

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" Shirley purred, guiding the girl back 
to the bed. 

"Yes. But, holy fuck, that thing's ... not human!" 

"Oh, maybe not, but I have the feeling you might develop a taste for it, 
anyway ... " 

Cathy, round-eyed with anticipation and fear watched, unresisting, as 
Shirley laid her back down on the bed. 

Seeing Cathy laid there, those tiny little tits, her long brunette hair 
spilling in soft cascades over her small deeply tanned shoulders, made 
Shirley wish she had a real cock of her own to drive into the girl with. 

Shirley reached out, ever so gently, and caressed the big plastic prong that 
extended from her crotch up and down across Cathy's stomach, rubbing it just 
as if it was a real prick thrusting out from her. 

Cathy sighed with resignation, and let herself fall back on the comforter, 
spreading her legs, inviting Shirley to enter her with that plastic monster. 

"Oh, no," Shirley said, smiling, "I have something else in mind!" For a 
moment Cathy wasn't sure it was her beloved Aunt standing there, or her evil 
stepmother! 

"What?" Cathy said, shocked as Shirley rolled her over. "You gotta be 
fuckin' kidding me, Aunt Shirley! That bastard will never fit into me!" 

Shirley said nothing but hunkered on the bed behind her, spreading her 
niece's shapely asscheeks with her fingers. 

When Shirley saw the little pink pucker of Cathy's asshole something wild 
shot through her mind. With a ragged inhalation of her breath she bent, 
dipping her mouth to Cathy's ass to taste it. Oh, yeah, oh yeah ... Anything 
that pretty, that delicate, she just had to have a little taste of ... 

Gently she touched and toyed with Cathy's anus, her fingers tracing its 
sensitive puckered opening, then diving a little deeper inward. 

Shirley's fingering, tonguing, was driving Cathy wild too, causing her to 
moan and clench her asscheeks with the pleasure of that invading tongue. 

Shirley swirled her tongue into the tight confines of Cathy's asshole, 
squirming it around, rubbing her nose in the velvety soft cleft of Cathy's 
pretty little ass. 

Cathy nearly screamed with the excitement and the pleasure, her thighs 
trembling. 

By that time Shirley knew she had the girl ready and pulled her face away, 
drawing the great black peckerhead of the giant dong up to her niece's ass. 

"Oh Shirley, oh, oh ... Fuck!" Cathy screamed as the dildo bit into her, 
pushing its head just inside the tight opening of her ass. "I don't think 
it's going to fit ... I mean ... " 

Shirley leaned forward, letting her big breasts hang hotly against Cathy's 
back. She gripped the dildo in its harness, angling it into Cathy's delicate 
asshole. 

"No! It's too fuckin' big! Oh fuck, Shirley I can't take that thing there!" 

Shirley pressed the blunt snout of the dildo deeper into the girl's ass and 
then, pushed with all her might. 

It rebounded a little, not going in as deep as Shirley had hoped, and, 
afraid that the girl might be right, she glanced down. And then, feeling the 
child trembling under her she redoubled her efforts to drive that monster 
into her. It took only one more shove to push that black monster all the way 
home, crammed to the hilt in the whimpering girl's soft bottom. 

Cathy was beyond complaint or comment by that time, awash in an overwhelming 
tide of sensation, pleasure and pain so closely mixed she was beyond telling 
one from the other. 

Shirley began bucking her hips. Gently at first, sliding it in and out of 
Cathy's rear at first only in short easy strokes, then, increasingly, in 
longer and harder ones. 

Soon Cathy was letting Shirley know she was enjoying it, wiggling her hips 
and moaning as only a women in the thrall of a good fuck can. 

Shirley banged into her more furiously, sweat splattering off of her as she 
rammed the teenager, running in rivulets down her tits and her legs, pooling 
in hot, glistening lakes on Cathy's heaving back. 

Shirley just kept pumping that prod deeply into her niece, sensing somehow 
that Cathy was approaching the end of the line. Then Cathy screamed out, her 
ass bucking in opposition to the dildo, gasping and crying as she came, her 
fingers clenching in the bed covers, her ass thrashing like mad. 

Shirley let her collapse to the bed, pulling the giant dildo free. Cathy 
rolled on her back and pulled her favorite aunt to her in one wild kiss. 

The two women lay there for a long time, kissing gently, caressing each 
other, speaking softly. In time Shirley saw that Cathy had recovered from 
her orgasm and unstrapped the dildo from herself and handed it to the girl. 

"Your turn," Aunt Shirley said, smiling. 

 Six 

"So what the fuck is there to do in Klamath Falls?" Cathy asked Lana for 
about the hundredth time. "Play foosball with the teenyboppers? Go out to 
Moore Park and feed the ducks?" 

"Oh, it's not that bad ... Hey, that gives me an idea! Look, let me make a 
few calls and I'll call you right back." 

Cathy agreed and they rang off. Now what the fuck?, Cathy wondered. It was 
another sizzling summer day, the mercury reading over a hundred. She was 
sitting on her bed in just her cotton panties, feeling the coolness of the 
air conditioner in the window blow over her. 

She was alone in the house. Uncle Derek was at work and Aunt Shirley was out 
shopping. Aunt Shirley ... it was getting harder and harder to remember to 
add the Aunt. Cathy wondered what her mother would think if she knew what 
her daughter and her sister had been up to on this supposedly innocent 
vacation away from sex! 

Oh fuck! Cathy said to herself in resignation, throwing herself back on her 
bed, reaching for the well read, dog-eared copy of PARTYGIRL magazine. 

She had just gotten lost in a sexy daydream staring at the hard, naked boner 
of the Italian stallion in the glossy magazine when the phone rang. Cathy 
grabbed the magazine and shoved it under her" pillow and picked up the 
phone. It was Lana again, and Cathy hoped she had had some success in coming 
up with something for them to do. 

"All set, we'll be by in a hour to pick you up." 

"Huh? What's set? What are you talking about? Where are we going?" 

"Never you mind! Just slip into something that comes off easy and be ready!" 

Forty minutes later Cathy heard the honk of a car horn and looked out to see 
Mike's '56 Ford in her drive. 

As soon as she stepped outside she realized the car was packed with kids. 
Mike was driving with Lana next to him, and beside her, in front, was 
another boy, a blonde blue-eyed hunk about twenty years old. Cathy was in 
love-or lust-the moment she laid eyes on him. 

In the back she saw Terry, with two more girls sitting on either side of 
him. 

"Hi!" shouted Lana out the driver's window. "Get in front!" 

The door on the passenger side opened and she stepped up. Her eyes met the 
blue ones of the boy in front and stuck, each hungrily looking the other 
over. 

"Don't be shy, get in! Oh, this is Oliver. Cathy, here, sit on Oliver's lap 
... " Lana ordered her. 

Cathy was in no mood to argue and practically leaped into the car, squirming 
her little butt around in Oliver's lap, getting comfortable and wrapping one 
arm around him. 

Oliver in turn put an arm around her, pulling her to him. His other hand 
landed on her bare leg and neither of them acted as if there was any need to 
remove it. 

"So where are we going?" Cathy asked. 

"Vito's boat!" said one of the girls in the back, laughing. 

"Who's Vito? And where is his boat?" 

"Vito's a real swinger, this totally wild sex and booze party animal, and 
he's really rich, 'cause his dad is a mill owner here in town! Vito goes to 
Harvard," - Lana said Harvard with a funny, snooty accent - "and has a boat 
out at Pelican Marina." 

"My God, that boat's incredible," put in Terry, "It's the ultimate fuckin' 
single's pad." 

"I'll say," piped up the little red haired girl sitting next to Terry. She 
was nineteen or twenty, Cathy guessed, but she was only about four foot 
eleven and really didn't look a day over sixteen. "That's where a lot of 
girls I knew in high school lost their cherry's!" 

"Like you!" put in the other girl, nudging the redhead in the ribs. 

Cathy peeked over Oliver's shoulder to get a look at her. She was probably 
the oldest person in the car, twenty-three at least. She was tallish with 
long silky black hair. She was wearing a one-piece bathing suit under a pair 
of shorts and with her nice pair of tits, she looked good enough to eat. 

"That's Paige ... " Said Lana, indicating the little redhead ... 

"Hi!" 

"And that's Sandy ... " 

"Short for Alexandra." Added the raven-haired girl. 

"Paige works at the root beer stand with me," explained Lana. "Oliver here 
is a friend of Mike's." 

Oliver smiled at Cathy; his blue eyes were sparkling and Cathy thought she 
was gonna lose it right there. Fuck! What am I holding back for? She asked 
herself. Cathy, she said to herself, if you want it, take it! She could feel 
her pulse racing and her blood pumping loud in her ears. She knew if she did 
not act on the impulse she was feeling, that she'd freeze up. So, she acted. 

If he was surprised, Oliver certainly hid it well as Cathy leaned into him, 
pressing a long hot kiss oh his lips. A kiss that just kept getting hotter 
as the car passed through town heading for the marina on the lake. 

Oliver and Cathy went at it like crazy, their lips wrestling and twining, 
Oliver's hands quickly slipping under the light fabric of her tiny powder 
blue tube top to squeeze and fondle her little boobs. 

She slipped around in his lap so that one free hand could stroke his cock 
through his rough jeans. 

Their wild kiss was halted by the car's arrival at the marina and everyone 
shouting for them to knock it off and get out. 

Mike and Lana led the group down the slat walkway of the dock to the boat. 
Cathy's first thought was that it was really big. Forty-two feet of pure 
pleasure is how Vito described it. 

Vito was on the boat with his friend Ted. Both were dressed in just swim 
trunks and Japanese beach sandals. 

Ted shouted "Hello!" raising his bottle of beer in salute. 

"That's Vito," Lana said, "the tall one with the towel around his neck. The 
one with the beer is Ted." 

Ted, Cathy soon discovered, was at home on summer break from Princeton and 
acting just as snotty as one can about being an Ivy Leaguer. 

Vito wasn't much more to Cathy's liking. He puffed up himself up as being 
some kind of intellectual, constantly dropping the names of authors and 
important books he'd read. But he was a hell of a good-looker she had to 
admit; tall, dark, and deeply tanned. Definitely yummy, at least, when he 
kept his mouth shut. 

He met them at the gangplank and led them all into the cool interior of the 
main cabin. 

The main cabin was like a small living room, beyond it a short hall led to 
two small yet curiously spacious bedrooms and the restroom, or head, as Ted 
felt compelled to point out when Sandy asked where the bathroom was. 

In a few minutes they were all comfortably spread around the low couches and 
cushions, sipping wine, whiskey or beer from Vito's well-stocked bar, 
chatting and sizing up the possibilities of the other people in the room. 

"A minimum of six and a maximum of sex, that's what PLAYBOY says is the 
definition of an orgy," Ted said, "and there's nine of us here ... " he 
added, eyeing Paige. 

Cathy had snuggled back into Oliver's arms as soon as they got settled 
inside. Lana was sitting between Terry and Mike, rubbing both their dicks 
through their pants, and doing it with all the nonchalance of reading the 
morning paper. 

Sandy, the older raven-haired girl, sat on a bar stool, Vito standing beside 
her, sipping a whiskey and water. Paige, the tiny redhead, sat on a side 
couch sipping a white wine and looking hungrily at Terry, and a little 
peevishly at Lana. 

Cathy really didn't much care at that point. Oliver was one fucking great 
kisser and that was more than enough to keep her occupied, and busy enough 
not to give a damn what the others were up to. 

After half-an-hour of small talk Lana decided that things were getting off 
to far too slow a start. She leaned over to Mike and unzipped his fly, 
sliding his little half-hard dick out of his briefs and into plain sight. 

Paige and Sandy stared as Lana began to go to work on it in a workmanlike 
fashion, peeling back the uncircumcised foreskin and sucking and nibbling on 
the head, running her fingers up and down the shaft, swiftly taking it from 
semi-hardness to full reddened erection. 

Paige wasted no time in slipping across the room and similarly getting to 
work on Terry's huge oversized dick. 

Sandy immediately found herself the center of both Vito and Ted's attention, 
which she decided she liked very much. 

She pulled Vito to her for one long hot kiss. Then she slipped off the bar 
stool and dropped her shorts to the deck. A moment later her one-piece 
bathing suit followed. "One of those bedrooms yours?" she asked Vito. 

Vito set down his drink, "Right this way, my dear." 

As they passed Ted she said, "Don't be shy, little one, I like my cocks to 
cum in pairs ... " 

The three passed into the hall and entered Vito's cabin. It was the larger 
of the two sleeping cabins on the boat. It had one kingsize bed under a 
large sliding glass window, and the walls above and around the bed were 
richly paneled in some exotic dark wood. The walls beyond the bed on either 
side were folding closet doors of many small slats in a matching dark wood. 

Vito slid one accordion-folding door back to reveal a stereo sound system 
and hundreds of compact discs. He selected some soft, sexy music while 
Sandra pulled Ted down onto the bed beside her. Ted put one hand on her 
naked thigh, the other behind her head as he pulled her face to his. 

Ted and Sandra engaged in a long passionate tongue wrestling match. Ted's 
hand slid up to her big bare breasts, his thumb and forefinger kneading the 
hard-and-growing-harder spike of her nipple. 

Vito settled onto the bed beside them. He re-directed Ted's hand to Sandra's 
other tit so he could take that erect nipple into his mouth. 

Sandy gave out little 'Oohs' and 'Ahhhs' of pleasure as Vito sucked, never 
slowing the pace of her tongue thrashing in Ted's mouth. 

Her hands explored over the two boys, caressing their naked chests, 
squeezing the growing dicks in their swim trunks. 

"Take that thing off, now!" Sandra commanded of Ted, referring to his 
swimsuit. 

"And you too, Mr. Super Stud. I want your hard dick, and I want it now!" she 
added to Vito. 

"Yes, Ma'am!" Vito said, pulling off his Ocean Pacifies. 

"Ummm, that's better," Sandra said, looking at the two hard cocks of the 
college boys. "You!" she said to Ted, "Lay on your back." 

Ted did as he was told, lying on his back on Vito's big bed. 

"Yes, yes ... " she said thoughtfully, then: "Now Vito, my love, when I get 
set, with Ted's pathetic little boner in me," She winked at Ted and squeezed 
his dick to let him know she was only joking, "I want you jammed up in my 
back door. Understand? Or do I need to draw you a diagram?" 

Vito expressed that he understood, and was perhaps a little hurt, so Sandra 
kissed him, long and good and deep, then pulled away to put her attention 
back on Ted. 

His dick was not quite hard enough to suit her at that point, so Sandra 
wrapped her dark lips around his prickhead, sucking, nibbling, running long 
strokes up and down his shaft and tonguing him back to full erection. 

When his dick was hard to Sandra's liking she lifted her leg over him, 
straddling him like a bucking bronco, which, perhaps, was not inappropriate. 
She leaned forward, kissing him, laying her large breasts on his chest. Then 
using one hand she guided his dick home, sliding the purple dick head into 
the moist, hot opening of her pussy. 

For a moment she just sat there, enjoying the feel of his prickhead rubbing 
around in her, frictioning her clit. Then, slowly, she lowered herself onto 
him, impaling herself on Ted's dick, driving it as far up into her cunt as 
it could go. 

Then she began raising and lowering herself on that meat flagpole, grinding 
herself around on it. Soon she and Ted were bucking at full speed, pounding 
away on each other, gasping and panting. 

"Come on, lover," Sandra called out to Vito, "it's your turn to join the 
party! Give it to me!" 

Vito slipped up on the bed, his knees behind hers, positioning himself. With 
both hands he guided his dickhead to the tight opening of her puckered 
brownie. He pressed his dickhead up against her, pushing lightly. 

"Come on, college boy, don't be so fuckin' shy. It's hot and tight, just 
like the little girls you like!" 

Then it was Vito's turn to lean forward, wrapping one hand around her, his 
fingers clawing her soft belly, the other hand on her hips, holding her, 
preparing for the plunge inward. Then with a thrust he rammed her and was 
in. 

"Ahhhh! That's so good! Deeper, you bastard, deeper!" Sandra nearly screamed 
at Vito. 

In three hard drives Vito had worked his dick all the way into the girl's 
hot, tight ass, his cock buried to the hilt, his hairy balls slapping up 
against her ass. 

Ted had lost the rhythm of his plunging into her pussy in the unpredictable 
motions of Vito's entry. Now the two men, working the panting, shivering 
girl for either end, matched their rhythm, timing their thrusts so that both 
would be driving into her at the same time, withdrawing at the same time. 

"Oh, fuck yes, oh fuck! That's it, my darlings! Drill me, fuck me hard! 
Faster! Faster!" Sandra nearly screamed, nearly chanting out her desire. 
Each time the two pricks came driving into her together, nearly meeting deep 
in her loins it sent overpowering waves of pleasure crashing through her. 

Sandra jerked her ass, shooting it up into Vito's oncoming dick or driving 
it down onto Ted's. 

Vito's hands found Sandra's tits without a whole hell of a lot of seeking, 
holding on to them for joy and support. Ted's hand ran up and down her legs, 
squeezing the globes of her ass, his mouth and Sandra's repeatedly meeting 
for hot short kisses between pants or shouted commands to the boys from the 
wild chick. 

Vito loved tight pussy - oh, God, did he love tight pussy - and Sandra's 
asshole was as tight, or tighter, than anything he'd ever had in his entire 
life. He closed his eyes, imagining himself drilling into the willing cunt 
of some little virgin high school girl, whimpering and excited beneath him. 

Ted needed no imaginary scenarios. This hot nasty woman above him, with her 
big tits flopping on his chest, knew just how to drive him wild. Her cunt 
muscles were clenching and squeezing his shaft, driving him to the edge. 

Sandra was panting hard, reeling under the impact of the two hard cocks 
crashing nearly together in her groin, ramming in, out, in, out! Her mouth 
roved Ted's face, tongue in and out of his mouth, his ear, licking his face 
with her roving tongue. 

Oh, Christ, how she wanted it! And she was fucking getting it, too! "Fuck 
me!" she cried out, her voice tortured with pleasure, "Just fuckin' fuck me, 
goddamnit!" 

She let herself down off her elbows, her face hard against Ted's chest, her 
ass high in the air and a kind of wild vertigo took her, dizzy, engulfed in 
crashing waves of pleasure she wanted more, more, more! 

"Fuck me! Ram those cocks! Fuck me you stupid little college fucks! Fuck me 
you big hard dick of an asshole!" She panted, screamed, whispered to the 
eager college boys. 

All that dirty talk for this heavenly woman was too much for Ted, "I'm 
cumming! I'm cumming!" he whimpered. 

"You wimp!" shouted Sandra, "Don't fuckin' cum yet! Be a fucking man, you 
fuckin' asshole! Just hold on!" 

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Shit!" Ted bellowed, cumming in hot spurt after spurt, firing 
it deep into Sandra's pussy. 

"Oh, fuck you! Vito, drill me, do me good you stud! Fuck my brains out! Get 
me off, you cock-sucker!" 

Vito tried his best to comply, but the tightness, the indescribably 
wonderful tightness of her ass was too much for him, pushing him over the 
edge into his orgasm, too. 

Moments later he fired into her ass, panting and shaking. He felt like his 
brain was going to explode as he pulsed his juice into her asshole, gripping 
hold of her sweaty body, then slithered down to fall off of her onto the 
bed. 

Sandra smiled, laughed. She stood up, looking at them, both men in turn 
feasting their eyes on her. Hell, she was a real, full-bodied woman, more 
woman by far than was common on that boat, a woman of flaring, sexy hips, 
long legs, big, full breasts, and real, dark nipples. 

"Ah, my little men, what am I to do with you? Don't you know you're not 
supposed to cum so soon? Well, we are just going to have to make you do it 
again. And you're going to keep doing it until you get it right!" 

With that she sat back down on the bed, wrapping her lips around Ted's soft, 
flaccid cock, trying to breathe life back into it. 

* * * 

As Sandra and Vito and Ted had exited the main salon, Paige had fallen on 
Terry's big dick like horny Indians on an all-girl wagon train. 

Paige pulled Terry's dick out of his shorts and began playing with it, 
running her tiny hands up and down its long shaft, her little mouth and 
teeth running around the rim of the huge prickhead, tickling it, teasing it. 

At the same time, Lana continued to suck on Mike's much smaller dick, her 
nipping at his dickhead sending little jolts of pleasure through him. She 
began fanning the hard knob of his prick, fluttering her tongue over the 
super-sensitive glans. 

Mike had never seen the tiny redhead Paige in the nude so while Lana worked 
on his rod, and Paige worked on Terry's, the two men both set to work 
pulling Paige's clothes off. 

Her titties were tiny, no bigger than a champagne glass, with bright pink 
nipples. Her breasts had a delicate rose hue, splattered with delicate 
brownish freckles. 

Only four foot eleven, her hips were nicely flared, but her butt was maybe a 
little more squarish than the boys would have liked, with little sunken 
cheeks. The vivid red hair at her crotch was a fiery down that came to a 
point at the junction of her twatlips. 

Paige looked up from Terry's cock, "Anyone want to eat me out?" she asked. 

"Yes!" Terry, Mike and Lana chorused. 

"Lana wins!" Paige said laughing. "Lana, darling, lay down here on the 
carpet and I'll sit on your face while I have my way with this ridiculously 
big bone of Terry's." 

Lana let go of Mike's dick to stretch out on the floor. 

"Hey, what in the fuck am I supposed to do?" Mike asked. 

Well," said Paige with mock thought fullness, "with that little dick you 
have, maybe you'd best just sit there and practice finding it ... " 

"Oh, very funny!" said Mike indignantly, while everyone else laughed at the 
joke. 

" ... or, since it's so small," Paige went on, "I bet it'd be just about the 
right size for my little asshole ... Does that sound like something you 
would enjoy, Mike?" 

"Good thinking Paige!" Lana said, "I wanna see this!" 

Mike got off the couch and slipped off his half-removed shorts. Then he 
walked around to Paige's backdoor, getting prepared to knock at it with his 
pecker. 

Paige was nearly a foot shorter than Mike standing up. Kneeling over Lana 
she almost would have had to stretch just to suck him off. Mike got down on 
his knees, careful not to hit Lana straddled between the tiny redhead's 
legs. He placed a hand on either side of her little square hips and began 
running his dick back and forth across the wrinkled sunburst of her pink 
asshole. 

"Oooh, yeah! Mike give it to me there!" Paige cooed, shaking her little 
titties. 

From where Lana lay between Paige's legs she had a perfect view. She could 
see his dickhead rubbing against the outside of the mouth of the tiny girl's 
anus. She could see his balls hanging down before her eyes, occasionally 
slapping her forehead. 

Lana reached up and started caressing his dick. Then the hands of both girls 
were there, helping to guide him into Paige's tight, hot little asshole. 

"Ahhh! Ohhh! Yeah, Mike, yeah! Fuck me there, oh fuck yes! Fuck me, you big 
stud!" Paige panted, then wrapped her mouth back around Terry's horse cock. 

She went back to sliding her lips up and down over the big purple engorged 
peckerhead, cupping his hot sweaty balls, working his balls with her fingers 
while Mike started pumping his dick into her tight butthole. 

All the while Lana's tongue was going like a roto-rooter in Paige's pussy, 
her hands playing with Mike's balls and Paige's little clit. 

Terry was content just to lean back into the cushions, his fingers tangled 
in Paige's shock of bright red hair. 

Little Paige was bucking her hips convulsively, bruising Lana's nose, and 
threatening to tear Mike loose from her ass. She was bucking, frigging, her 
head going up and down on Terry's cock like a piston in a racing engine. 

Suddenly, Paige yelped as she felt her orgasm sweep over her, drowning her 
like unwary picnickers on a tidal plain, her orgasm sweeping in like an 
onrushing tide, bursting through her, burning up her guts and eating up her 
brain. 

A whole string of little orgasms, each more intense, went off in her brain 
like fourth of July firecrackers. She spasmed, yipped little cries of 
pleasure, and fell over across Terry's lap, pulling away from Mike, his dick 
sliding out and slapping Lana in the face. 

Then she rolled off of Terry, across Lana, to lay gasping and panting in the 
middle of the floor, on her back, her little tits pointing at the ceiling. 
She lay there making dreamy little noises of pleasure, her chest heaving, 
pussy nectar running out of her bright pink slash, glistening on her leg. 
The expression on her face was pure rapture. 

"Hey, that looks like fun!" said Cathy from Oliver's arms. 

Cathy and Oliver had been in the corner, wrapped up in each other and a 
long, sizzling kiss, that had them quietly, passionately tearing each 
other's clothes off. 

Both were nearly naked, a small pile of clothes surrounding them on the 
floor, Oliver's dick firmly wedged in Cathy's hand. 

Sandra came out of the bedroom, hand-in-hand with Vito. "But I want to go 
for a swim!" she said. 

"Well, fine, but if you want to go in like that ... " he said, pointing out 
that she was still naked, "then we'll have to take the boat out on the lake. 
You can't go skinny dipping in the fucking Marina!" 

"Who says?" she asked, heading for the door and the upper deck. 

"I say!" said Vito, taking her in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. As 
they kissed a chorus went up around them, clamoring for a swim. 

A few minutes later, with swimsuits and trunks hastily donned, and mooring 
lines slipped, Vito's boat put-put-putted out onto the lake in the blazing 
late afternoon sun. 

 Seven 

When Cathy got back to the Langendorf house later that night she found the 
house empty and a note for her on the table. 

The note informed her that Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek had gone out to 
dinner and for her not to wait up as Shirley thought they might be out 
dancing and drinking to the 'wee small hours'. 

How nice for them! Cathy thought, and really meant it. While she did enjoy 
the interludes she was spending with Derek and Shirley, she was glad that 
they were getting their own lives back together as a couple. Cathy knew that 
they had not gone out together in ages and this was a really hopeful sign. 
And why shouldn't she be glad for them, they were her favorite aunt and 
uncle, weren't they? 

The note also went on the say that the department store at the shopping mall 
had reviewed her job application and interview and that they had decided to 
hire her. In typical bureaucratic hurry-up-and-wait fashion, after keeping 
her on pins and needles for weeks, they suddenly needed her to come in the 
very next day to fill out the paperwork, get her name tag, and so on. 

"Yeah!" Cathy shouted. Money, freedom, independence, here I come! she 
thought, elated at the change in her fortunes. Smiling, almost laughing, she 
drifted down the hall to the cool sanctuary of her room. 

Oh my fucking God, what a goddamned wild ass week it had been! she said to 
herself, falling exhausted across her bed. 

Her head was spinning, unbidden images of cocks and cunts fleeting past her 
mind's eye. 

"Christ!" she said, into the cool darkness of her room, rolling over onto 
her side, enjoying the soft coolness of the pillow on her cheek. 

Jesus H. Fucking Christ! I've been fucked more times in more ways by more 
people in this one week in Klamath Falls than all last year in Colorado! 
Shit, if it were to get out what a hotbed of wild sexual abandon Klamath 
was, the fuckin' place would be overrun by horny tourists! 

She couldn't help laugh at the crazy joke it was, and the irony that her 
parents had sent her here to keep her out of 'trouble'. Christ! If getting 
fucked was 'trouble', she had just had enough 'trouble' to last her all the 
way through her college years! 

Not that she really gave a fuck about going to college, mind you, especially 
if that meant coming out like those twerps Vito and Ted. Still, it probably 
would be a nice place to meet boys and girls, and get laid ... Not that 
there seemed to be any shortage of getting laid in her life these days! 
Still, variety being the spice of life, and all that ... 

She sighed again, and got up, walking around the bed to the full length 
mirror that hung on the closet door. 

It was late and she was tired, and frankly both her pussy and her butt hurt 
from the recent action those orifices had seen. Not that she was 
complaining, this was a kind of pain she could happily get used to living 
with. Still, with an important job interview tomorrow she decided she had 
best be getting to bed right away. 

Quickly, almost effortlessly, like a cat stretching, or a snake shedding an 
old skin, she peeled off her clothes, dropping them into an untidy, 
shapeless mass at her feet. 

She stood naked before the mirror, looking, reflecting on her reflection. 

With an odd feeling, something like a cross between relief and vertigo, it 
hit her that she really was growing up. Perhaps this was actually the first 
time she had come to grips with that fact. Oh, she had thought she was all 
grown up before, like the night after that first fuck on prom night. When 
she was a kid she had imagined herself a woman lots of times. 

But now, looking at the round hips and breasts reflecting back at her in the 
silvered glass of the mirror she could actually see it. She really was 
becoming a woman. She could remember how just a few years ago how flat her 
chest was, how bony her hips had been. 

She had always been cute. Even in second grade she had boys willing to do 
whatever she told them to do, but how! Jesus! 

Now, here before her in the mirror was a real woman; not just a cute little 
girl, not even a sexy teenager, able to drive high school boys wild with 
desire. She found herself looking at the image of a real live fuckin' woman. 
No, Cathy, she said to her reflection, you're not a kid anymore! 

It scared her a little. 

Growing up, maturity, was something that a lot of people spent a lot of time 
and money talking to kids about. She had had her adolescent mind filled with 
a lot of crap about maturity and responsibility. 

She knew that maturity was more than just getting hair between her legs, 
more than filling out a shirt, or having your pants get tight. 

She had a kind of horrible fear that growing up might mean having to be 
responsible, respectable. Could it mean that now she'd have to learn what 
'polite society' considered to be proper and live by that narrow standard? 

Fuck no! 

No fuckin' way! 

Cathy was already quite sure she knew exactly what 'polite society' 
considered proper, considered adulthood to be, considered maturity with a 
capital M to be, and she pissed on all of it! 

Being a kid means you listen to that crap, keep your little fuckin' mouth 
shut or they beat the everlovin' shit out of you. Being an adult is being on 
a par with them, achieving peer status, being able to look 'em in the eye 
and tell 'em to fuck off! 

That's it! she realized with a start, standing there staring at her own 
naked reflection. Maturity is the ability to say "fuck off' and have it 
stick! 

Hells fuckin' bells! I can do that right now!, she said to herself with 
rising excitement. I've got a job, I can live here, or move out if I want, 
I've got good friends, shit, I could tell Mom and Dad to fuck off and make 
it stick right now! I'm a real live goddamned cocksucking adult! 

"Fuck you all!" she said aloud, shouting, laughing hysterically. 

Just saying it aloud gave her a wild rush, a pulse-quickening shot of 
adrenaline, a wet spot between her legs. 

"Damn, I'm good!" she said to her reflection. With that she turned and 
rummaged through her drawers, looking for a nightie. 

She found a pink baby doll nightie she liked and slipped into it. With a 
sigh and a giggle she slipped into bed. 

Overcome by a day of sex and sun and excitement it was only moments after 
her head hit the cool satin of the pillowcase that she was asleep, sleeping 
the deep untroubled sleep of youth. 

* * * 

A few hours later the door to Cathy's room was silently pushed open a crack, 
putting a knife edge of light across her bed. A hand moved, silhouetted in 
that thin beam and the sliver of light on the bedclothes vanished, the hand 
extinguishing the light from the hall. The door was pushed further open, 
giving up a small squeak. 

Cathy's eyes snapped open at the sound, then closed to twin slits. 

She saw a figure moving toward her through the darkened room. Sleep blurred 
her vision, fogged her mind. 

It was not until a hand stole out and pulled back her blankets, revealing 
her scantily clad form in the thin moonlight, did she recognize the man 
standing over her. It was Uncle Derek. 

Derek pulled her blankets back further still. Slowly, trying not to disturb 
the girl he thought was sleeping beneath them, he pulled the blankets down 
until only her lower legs were covered, her slim thighs enticingly bare, 
only a thin wisp of sheer cloth standing between him and the objects of his 
desire. 

She lay on her side facing him, her bare arm across her chest glowing dimly 
in the pale light, a bracelet glittering dully at her wrist. 

For some minutes he stood there, uncertain, staring, trying to pierce the 
baby doll veil over Cathy's breasts with his eyes. 

Derek was hungry for those wonderful little tits. He had to have them, had 
to see them again. But, damn! She was lying on her side, not on her back 
like on the previous nights. That made things infinitely more difficult. 

Should he try to move her, to shift her over onto her back so he could get 
at those tits? Or should he just give up and retreat back to his room, to 
wait for another night, another chance to get at them? 

For several long minutes these questions tortured his mind, then he made a 
decision. 

He reached out ... 

And Cathy moved from her side, rolling onto her back. Smiling, spreading her 
legs, she reached up and took his hand, pulling it down to her breast, 
pulling him down onto her. 

He was startled, a little shocked by her repeated brazenness, and yet he was 
thrilled, excited too. As he fell into the bed, half on top of her, half 
beside her, he moaned, "Oh, Cathy!" His dick was quickly growing hard. 

"Shhh!" Cathy whispered in his ear. "Don't talk, just do me!" 

That night, like the previous nights, he had entered her room in the nude 
and, as before, his prick had entered that child's room half-hard. 

Standing there at the door to her room Derek's cock had grown hard and 
swollen as he stroked it. Together, Derek and his dick, had been reacting to 
the prospect of his seeing what society says young girls are supposed to 
keep hidden. His aching boner had hardened to the hope of enjoying forbidden 
pleasures, forbidden young pussy. 

Derek's dick had proceeded him into Cathy's room. It had come in poking out 
from the tangle of dark hair at his crotch, looking for all the world like 
it was sniffing with its one nostril, seeking the scent of Cathy's poontang. 

Now he rubbed it up and down her bare leg as he got himself settled into the 
sack with Cathy. 

One of her hands ran across his body, seeking and finding that hard prick. 
She began rubbing and stroking and playing with it, driving Derek wild with 
the wicked pleasure of it. 

His hands slipped down, and up, under her nightie, taking one of her soft 
little tits in his hand. 

Cathy was delighted with that hard dick in her hand. It was so big and so 
hard that it made her want to gobble it all up, to just grab it and stick it 
in every hole she had. 

And at the same time the skin of it was so soft and smooth, it felt so 
wonderful that she wanted to just rub it all over herself, feeling that 
magnificent hard, veiny thing touching her everywhere, inside and out, all 
at once. 

It was then that Cathy realized that she really, really, loved cocks. Any 
cocks were just fine as far as Cathy was concerned; big cocks, small cocks, 
hard cocks, flaccid cocks. It really didn't matter all that much to Cathy. 
Of course, big hard veiny jumping pumping giant meat sausages were best, 
but, even little ones like Mike's were okay if they were all that was 
available. 

Shit, she realized, almost laughing out loud, even flaccid, limp cocks were 
fine with her. They looked so cute, like little puppies, or kittens or 
something, and, well, a girl like her could always get a limp one hard 
again, no? 

Derek pulled her baby doll top up, his mouth sliding hungrily from one 
little nipple to the other, playing a rapid game of nipple ping pong. 

Seeing that Derek was rather preoccupied with her tits she reached down 
herself and pulled her own panties off. 

Dimly Derek realized that he was about to get a fuckload more than he had 
hoped for. All he had really wanted, right from the beginning, was just a 
little Peeping Tom peek at a couple of cute little chick tits and maybe a 
nice little beavers hot of nearly hairless twat. 

Of course, above all else, Derek was a tit man. He loved tits. He went to 
movies, mostly, to see tits. It was boobs, udders, mambos, melons, 
mamillaries, titties, floppers, hangers, cantaloupes, not to mention jugs 
that really got him off. 

Oh, sure, Derek would admit that he liked to fuck. But, if the truth be 
known, pussies were never really all that important to him. They never 
seemed, well, tight enough to suit him and he always got a weird feeling 
sticking his dick in someone's asshole. It just didn't seem, to him, like a 
place where his pecker belonged. 

All Derek had really wanted, when he first entered her room on the very 
first night, was just a harmless peek at Cathy's little tits. 

And now here he was about to bone her, to actually throw her a fuck! 

Derek's mind was screaming that things had gone too far. Those little voices 
called conscience or guardian angels or whatever were practically screaming 
at him to hold off! He had this wild idea that what he should do was jump up 
and run out of her room and back to his bed and Shirley just as fast as his 
feet could carry him. 

No, he knew he couldn't do that. 

He was going to have to go through with making love to Cathy whether he 
liked it or not. 

Like it or not!? He nearly laughed, what a silly idea! Of course he'd like 
it! Who wouldn't? She was a hell of sweet-looking little babe lying there 
under him, smiling and teasing, kissing him and stroking him, nibbling on 
his ear. 

Like it? Wasn't she, at that very moment, doing some wonderfully outrageous 
things to his cock? 

Cathy was rubbing Derek's dick all around the mouth of her pussy, sliding 
the supersensitive prick-head in and out of the hot moist place between the 
lips of her cunt. She was fingering it, playing with it, running her little 
fingers up and down the hard shaft of his cock. 

With that he let her guide his dick into her hole. The big head of his prick 
entered her passage, then he ground down on it, pushing, forcing his hot rod 
up high, deep inside the moaning, panting girl beneath him. 

They began to pump together, matching their motions, slapping their loins 
together, each driving the other wild with the pleasure, the smell, the feel 
of their fucking. 

Derek's mouth roved over the girl, his teeth ravishing the little tits and 
spikey nipples he wanted so badly. 

Cathy's hands clawed at his butt, her finger nails raking his skin. 

Being inside Cathy, her legs and arms wrapped around him, was more exciting, 
more pleasurable than he had imagined it would be, could be. At the same 
time Cathy was enjoying every inch of him, every hot hard inch of Derek's 
dong as it rammed deep into her pussy, jogging her ass into the mattress, 
burrowing until it felt like it was going to burst out the rear of her 
pussy. 

The two were going at it full tilt, Derek power driving his pud into Cathy, 
smashing his bone to the hilt, wacking the girl's pelvis with hard solid 
thumps, just the way Shirley liked it. He didn't much care for it that way 
and he didn't know if Cathy liked it like that either, but, he guessed if 
she didn't like it she'd say something. 

In spite of Derek's slamming into her pussy a little too hard she was 
otherwise enjoying the hell out of it. Enjoying it, hell!, she was blown 
away, her mind washed clean and blank with the surge of pleasure washing 
over her. 

Puffing and panting, the two, wrapped in each other's arms, bodies, felt 
only each other and their pleasure. They saw nothing, heard nothing beyond 
Cathy's creaking bedsprings. 

Neither noticed the door to Cathy's room come open yet again. 

Quietly, disbelieving, Shirley stood watching her husband pound the living 
shit out of her niece's pussy. 

Shirley had awakened in the night. Her first thought had been to get up and 
slip into Cathy's room, to get of little more of what Cathy was making her 
hunger for. 

Then she noticed that Derek was not in bed. 

At first she thought nothing odd of it. He often got up in the night to pee, 
to get a drink, even to make a sandwich. Shirley then just lay there, 
thinking nasty thoughts of lewd things she'd like to do with Cathy. Awaiting 
Derek's return she was drifting half in, half out of sleep. 

Eventually it dawned on her that he had been gone an unusually long time. 
Wondering if perhaps something might be wrong, if he might be sick or 
something, Shirley got up to look for him. 

As soon as she stepped out of their bedroom she heard the heavy breathing. 
Heaving breathing that could mean only one thing. Right then she knew, but 
refused to believe it until she saw. 

And then, coming to the door to Cathy's room, following the unmistakable 
trail of heaving breathing, panting and grunts, she saw. 

At first she saw red. Raw red anger seethed within her. How dare he! And 
her, that fucking little cunt! How dare she fuck with my husband in my home 
after we took her in and gave her- 

Then it hit her. What had she given Cathy? One hell of huge plastic black 
boner up the cunt, that's what she'd given her! No fucking wonder she was 
putting out for Derek! 

Then she saw guilt. 

In a moment that too passed and she saw the humor, the irony of the 
situation, and her own hypocrisy. How dare she be angry at Derek for doing 
exactly what she had done? 

Then she just watched. 

Seeing the man she loved bone her niece, seeing how good they both looked, 
did something for her. Watching them she was getting fucking turned on! 

She had to admit, her dalliance with Cathy had made her and Derek closer in 
the last few nights than they had been in ages. What could be wrong with 
that? 

Perhaps, incest really is best! 

And with that she stepped into the room. 

Derek's first indication that Shirley was in the room was when he felt a 
cool familiar hand on his shoulder. 

Derek looked up from kissing Cathy's breasts to look into the smiling eyes 
of Shirley. 

"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" he said, freezing, halting in mid-pump into the grunting 
little girl beneath him. 

"I ... I ... Oh God, honey, I'm ... " he stammered. 

Shirley laughed outright at the absurd expression on his face. 

"Ssssh!" she said putting a fingertip to his lips. "It's all right, darling. 
It really is all right." 

Shirley reached up and undid the tie to her night gown, letting it slip to 
the floor. Stepping out of it she stood there naked beside the bed. 

"Move over a little and let your old aunt in," she said softly to Cathy, her 
voice warm and rich with laughter and awakening lust. 

Derek was still in shock, unable to understand how getting caught with his 
dick in the cookie jar could possibly be all right. 

Cathy, nearly as scared as Derek at first, realized what was up as soon as 
Shirley laughed, and nearly laughed too. Positively purring with delight she 
scooted over on the bed, dragging the befuddled Derek with her, to make a 
place for Shirley there beside her. 

What could possibly be better? Cathy asked herself. Neither could possibly 
fee upset with the other with what they had done, so everybody was off the 
hook, and, she thought, relishing the moment, I'm about to get to make love 
to both my favorite uncle and favorite aunt at the same time! 

"Come on, Shirley, snuggle up by me", Cathy said, patting the spot on the 
bed that she had made for Shirley to lie down next to her in. 

Shirley slipped into the bed beside Cathy, one hand on her husband's cheek, 
the other supporting her head as she lay on her side, rubbing her pussy 
against Cathy's hip, smiling brightly. 

"What the fuck is going on here?" asked Derek, just about coming out of his 
tree. 

"Darling, Cathy and I have been having a little affair of our own!" With 
that Shirley turned to Cathy and pressed their lips together in a deep wet 
kiss that went all the way to Cathy's toes. 

Derek finally caught on; "You ... You ... !" 

"Yes, you silly fucking goose, now shut up and pump that big dick of yours!" 
Shirley said. 

Already Cathy was bucking and grinding up against his dick. 

With a disbelieving shake of his head Derek did as he was told, slowing 
picking up where he'd left off, driving his cock into the hot young woman 
beneath him. 

Only now he had two glorious pairs of titties to look at, to feel up, to 
fondle, to kiss and suck to his heart's and his prick's content! 


THE END
