Chapter 6
Harry Babbit, a forty-three-year-old bachelor, lived in a white clapboard house on Third Street with his sister, Doris Kane, and her daughter, Cheryl, a blue-eyed blonde girl of fifteen. Doris worked long hours every day and sometimes half the night, which left Harry alone much of the time with the youngster. For some time now he had been contemplating ways and means of seducing the girl without getting himself into trouble. Finally, he decided the best way was the old way-induce her to take a few drinks of an alcoholic beverage and see what would happen.
It was a Tuesday evening about seven o'clock, and Doris had just called from the restaurant where she worked, saying she would be very late in arriving home. Harry hung up the phone and headed for the refrigerator. He took out a bottle of blackberry wine, which he had been chilling, and carried it into the front room along with two glasses. Cheryl sat on the sofa, her school books on the cocktail table before her. She looked up prettily as her uncle entered the room.
"What have you got there, Uncle Harry?" she asked.
"Bottle of wine. Thought you might like a taste. It's very good when it's chilled." He set the bottle on the cocktail table along with the glasses. "Can you move your books, dear?" he asked. "I don't want to spill wine on them."
Cheryl, a rather small but decidedly pretty girl, obligingly picked up her books and papers and placed them on another table nearby. "I never saw you drink in the house before, Uncle Harry. How come now?"
He drew up a chair facing her and shrugged as if the matter was of little importance. "Oh, I don't know. I just feel like it. I saw you concentrating on your school work and...well, I just thought you might like to join me in a drink or two." He glanced at her pretty figure without appearing to do so. "You ever had wine before, Cheryl?"
She grinned. "Sure, lots of times. Friday nights mostly. Kids drink wine quite a bit. It's cheap, the kind we drink."
Harry uncorked the bottle and poured out a generous amount in each glass. He handed one glass to her and she took it. He lifted his own glass. "Cheers," he said, and touched her glass with his.
"You won't tell mother about this, will you?" she wanted to know quickly.
Harry knew how her mother was about drinking to excess. Her husband had been something of a drunk before he died in a car crash seven or eight years before. Harry smiled at his niece. "Don't worry, dear, I won't say a word about it. Just drink your wine and enjoy it."
Cheryl surprised him pleasantly by draining the glass in one gulp. He calmly poured her another full glass. "That tastes fine," she confessed. "I like blackberry wine real good." She also drained this glass quickly and held it out to him, grinning. "More," she said. "Two drinks don't do nothing for a girl."
He poured another full glass. "What do you mean two drinks don't do anything to a girl?" he asked, his pulse racing.
She grinned impishly at him, revealing her white, young-looking teeth and her clean, pink tongue. Harry wondered what it would be like to have his penis in that youthful mouth. Thinking this caused him to get an immediate hard-on. He made no attempt to cover it. Rather, he hoped she might see the outline of it through the cloth of his pants.
"Well, you know, Uncle Harry," she replied in answer to his question. "I mean, well, you know what I mean, don't you?"
Harry's heart jumped crazily. Did she mean what he hoped she meant? "You'd better tell me, Cheryl dear," he said gravely, pouring her another glass of wine. She gulped this down, too. "I'm not a mind reader, you know," he added.
She giggled a bit. "Really want me to tell you, Uncle Harry?" she asked.
He arched his brows. "Of course, dear."
She giggled again and held out her glass. "Fill it, man," she commanded.
He knew she was getting high already. The word "man" seemed to indicate this, for some crazy reason. He filled her glass.
"Tell me," he persisted.
"Oh, come on, Uncle Harry, I know what you're up to. You're giving me this wine so I'll get high and let you crawl aboard."
Harry felt his spine tingling. He took a drink of his own wine to give himself time to think clearly. "Do you really believe that?" he asked, still stalling for time.
"Sure," she replied and laughed. She then reached over and pinched his thigh. "I can tell when a man has hot pants for a girl, Uncle Harry. Why...you've got a hard-on right now, haven't you?"
There it was, out in the open. Harry took a deep breath and smiled nicely at his niece. "You're pretty smart, Cheryl. No man is going to fool you, is he?"
Cheryl laughed and pulled her sweater over her head tossing it aside. The only undergarment he could see was her white bra. He wished she would take it off, too. She was looking at him closely and when he smiled at her, she laughed again and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and revealing her shapely, exciting, young-girl breasts to him. "There you are, Uncle Harry. My titties. Take a good look at 'em, but don't go off in your pants."
Harry was astonished at her language and at the easy success of his venture so far. "You're quite a remarkable young lady," he murmured, gazing at her breasts with fascination. God, what pretty titties, how suckable they look.
"You aren't the first guy who tried to make a pass at me by giving me wine," she told him.
He rather liked being referred to as a guy. It seemed to make his status as an uncle a more involved matter than it was, if that made any sense, and he thought it did. At any rate, hearing her speak in such terms was refreshing to a forty-three-year-old bachelor who, by now, was used to having people pay only scant attention to him. People in his own family, that is. He had often wondered why people thought married men were more worthy of being listened to than were bachelors. Most of the married men he knew were out-and-out dopes.
"Why don't you play with my titties, or something, Uncle Harry?" she asked, surprising him again.
It was time to be very bold and forthright. "I will," he replied, "when you play with my penis."
"Take it out," she said quickly. "Your cock, I mean. I'll play with it. Damned right I will. Nothing I like better'n a good, hard cock, man."
Harry was breathing quite hard now. "Most remarkable indeed," he sighed. "I never dreamed you were like this."
She stared at his crotch. "Like what, Uncle Harry?"
"So...nice," he answered.
"Take out your cock, man, and let's see what you've got. Give me another drink, too."
He poured her another glass of wine which she tossed off quickly. What a fast drinker she was. Was she trying to get high in a hurry because she knew it relieved her of inhibitions? Harry didn't know the answer for certain, however, he was beginning to think his niece didn't really have many inhibitions. If she did, she had thrown them off completely, it would appear.
"Come on, Uncle Harry," she complained. "Get started. Either play with my tits, or take out your cock, or suck my tits, or...well, Jesus, man, do something!"
Harry stood up, unzipped his pants, and then, as if having second thoughts, pulled them off, placing them over a chair. His heart hammering wildly, he looked lustfully at his young niece. "Shall I drop my briefs? Do you want to see all I've got?"
She was unruffled. "Sure, take 'em off. I'll pull off my pants, too." She did so quickly, expertly and threw them over his trousers. She lay down on the sofa and lifted her short skirt high revealing her cunt to his view. "Take a look at it, Uncle Harry. What do you see?"
"I see...your...cunt," he said, moistening his lips nervously. How wonderfully cooperative she was. What a marvelous girl. She wanted him to fuck her, no doubt about it at all.
"Kiss my cunt, Uncle Harry," she cried.
"Kiss it good, will you?"
Harry removed his briefs and somewhat proudly showed her his erection. "Kiss my cock," he retorted, as if in reciprocation to her demand.
"Bring it over here," she said quickly. "I can't kiss a cock when it's five feet away from my lips."
He was so excited now that he nearly tripped over the cocktail table in his eagerness to get close to her. He started to get on top of her, but she grabbed his hips and held him away.
"Hey...Uncle...Harry...don't fuck me right away. Did you forget...I'm going to kiss your cock first."
"Ah, yes," he said, feeling mentally offbal-anced by her overt actions and manner of speech. He had not had the slightest inkling that his seduction of her would turn out to be so confounded easy. The way things were going, it appeared that she was seducing him rather than the other way around. "Yes, of course," he added, "how do you want me?"
"On your knees. Walk toward me with your cock pointing at my mouth. I may want to suck your tube, you see."
Harry found this talk of hers to be highly invigorating and exciting. He dropped to his knees, walked on them until his penis was within reach of her mouth and waited for her to touch him there.
"So this is Uncle Harry's cock," she murmured, touching the head of it with her fingers. "Mmmmm...looks good. I've often wondered how much cock you had."
"Really?" he murmured, delighted at hearing this. "Well, now that you've seen it what do you think?"
"Hmm...not bad," she said softly. "Not bad at all and you like getting your cock sucked, Uncle Harry, don't you?"
He sighed. "I like it very much, Cheryl." His words came out in almost agonized fashion. Harry Babbit was more nervous than he had been in years.
She jacked his cock once then twice with her soft hand, and he nearly went off in her pretty face. My, that would be something. He wondered what she would say if he exploded his jism in her face and hair.
She was still flat on her back but now she lifted herself a little, turned on her right side facing him and parted her lips. He watched her lips go about his penis and when he felt the soft, warm wetness, he sighed deeply and felt his tool growing even harder.
"Oh...dear girl," Harry Babbit murmured hotly, "suck my cock nice. I love to have young girls suck me off."
She removed her lips and winked at him impishly. "You're a horny old bastard, aren't you, Uncle Harry?"
Harry laughed lightly. "I guess I am, dear. Every time I look at your pretty titties and your...cunt...I can't help getting horny."
"Aw, come off it, Uncle Harry. This is the first time you've ever seen my titties and cunt, but you've been horny lots of times just being in the same room with me. I know all about you and the way you've been staring at my legs and tits and ass and everything. I've caught you looking when you didn't know I was watching you. There's that mirror in the hall for one thing. I've often stood there while you pretended to be adjusting your tie or something in the mirror. You weren't adjusting your tie-you were looking at my body. Isn't that true?"
My, what a long speech and all during the time she spoke she had held his cock in her fingers delicately, as if it were a hot wiener she was about to take a bite of after it cooled.
"Suck," he urged, moving his cock back and forth in her fingers, loving the feel of her soft hand. "Suck me, please. I'm so in need of being...sucked. I. . . "
"All right, Uncle Harry," she cried, interrupting him. "Put your old prick right here."
She pursed her lips as if she were about to bestow an exaggerated kiss on him.
Harry moved closer to her and aimed his penis directly at her lips. Parting her lips again, she permitted him to thrust it into her mouth. He watched in delight as her lips fastened about his hardness and then he attempted to ram it halfway down her throat. She, however, held him back, frowned and quickly removed his penis from her mouth.
"I believe, Uncle Harry," she said softly, "that I'll just let you fuck me for now instead of sucking you off as you seem to want. I-well, I'm not quite ready to suck a prick just yet. Later I will. I hope you can go off more than just once. Can you?"
"Yes, yes, of course," he answered, annoyed at her refusal to go down on him. He wanted his penis between those youthful lips very much.
"You can get on top of me, Uncle Harry," she said quickly, no doubt noticing the look of disappointment on his face. "I'd like to have you fuck me."
"Thank you, dear," Harry said, and getting to his feet, stood looking down at her. She had not relinquished her grasp on his penis and even as he remained standing, she managed to jack him a few times though she had to stretch to reach him comfortably as he had long legs. "Shall I just climb on here or would you prefer to come to my bedroom?"
"Let's go to your bedroom, Uncle Harry. I've often wondered what it would be like to be naked with you in your bedroom."
Harry was vastly pleased. "Really? How nice of you to say that." He led the way and she followed, having disposed of her skirt along the way. When they entered his bedroom he looked at her and took special note of the look of lust on her face. "You're very hot looking, dear. Tell me, are you a pretty good piece of ass?"
Cheryl laughed. "Get it in and fuck me for a while, Uncle Harry. That way you can decide for yourself."
"You know something, dear? I had no idea you would be so eager to have sex with me."
Again she laughed and it had a nice, musical ring to it. "I've been wanting you to fuck me for years, it seems."
"Why didn't you tell me, dear?" he asked, his heart beating furiously.
"Well, I'm telling you now." She paused, looked away from his penetrating gaze, then back to him, her own eyes clearly filled with reckless lust. "You really wanted me to suck your cock in the other room, didn't you?"
He nodded. "I thought you were going to do it. You were the one who told me to get down on my knees and point my penis at your mouth."
Cheryl laughed again, but this time it was a tense-sounding laugh as if she were caught up in her own passion to such an extent that she could barely keep her poise. "Uncle Harry," she cried, the words tumbling out of her mouth, "you can sit on my chest and stick your prick between my lips."
"Oh, splendid," Harry said, sounding like a school teacher for the moment. "I must say that is fine of you, dear."
She lay down on the bed and half-closed one eye. "What kind of talk is that? I never heard you talk that way before."
"I don't know," he confessed sheepishly. "Something came over me, I suppose."
She eyed his long penis as it stood erect hugging his tummy. "You sure have a beaut, Uncle Harry. Tell you what. I may seem to be changing my mind a lot, but why don't you get on the bed and let me play with your cock...with my lips, I mean."
He sighed. "I would like that. You won't change your mind again, will you?"
She shook her head in negative fashion.
Harry got on the bed and lay flat on his back, his erection quivering with anticipation. "Please, dear," he said softly, "please French your uncle."
Cheryl pinched his titty and laughed tensely as she moved down from her position on the pillows, her head directly over his erection. "I am now going to suck my uncle's cock," she stated as if there were other people in the room. "I will not change my mind this time until he has blown his wad down my throat."
"Thank you, dear. I like to hear you speak this way."
She seized his penis with her hand and then, opening her mouth, pressed her lips about the head of it. Harry sighed when he felt the light touch of her tongue as it caressed the glans lovingly.
"You like that, Uncle Harry?" she murmured.
"Yes. Nice. Please continue, dear." Harry placed his hands on her tits and felt them bobbing up and down as her head did the same thing while her lips tugged at his penis. "Oh, that's good, dear," he told her. "That feels wonderful."
"You're got a nice cock to suck, Uncle Harry," she said.
"Then suck it, damn it," he cried, and holding her head very firmly, began to fuck upward into her mouth.
"Oh, I like this, when you fuck my mouth this way," she managed to say.
"Shut up and suck," he told her, irritated by her actions so far. He did not want talk from her, he wanted action.
She removed her mouth and looked at him strangely. "Don't get smart with me, Uncle Harry, or I won't suck you or fuck you or anything else." There was a definite threat in her words and cool tone of voice.
"I'm sorry, dear," he apologized. "It's just that I am so goddamned hot, and you keep tantalizing me instead of getting down to the real thing. No man can stand this sort of treatment for long." Harry was breathing very hard now for he was extremely excited.
"Well," she said, jumping off the bed, "it was your idea for me to have sex with you, not mine. I can get lots of boys to fuck me. I don't need my uncle to do it." She started to run from the room, but he leaped from the bed and grabbed her and dragged her back.
"You're not going to run out on me now, kid," he cried harshly. "You can't get me all worked up and then just poop out on me. I won't let you treat me that way. In fact, I insist on you sucking me off."
She glared at him for a half minute before dropping her shoulders as if in resignation, and then she walked back to the bed and lay down on it. "Uncle Harry," she said softly. "Come and stick your cock in my mouth. This time I'll suck it till it flows. I promise you I won't act like a little kid again." She had a contrite look on her pretty face.
Harry lay down, his prick pointed at her mouth, and when he felt her lips fastened about it firmly, proceeded to fuck her mouth. She lay perfectly still and took his cock, all he could give her, until the peak was reached. Then, at the precise moment he went off in a most delicious manner, she yanked his cock from her mouth and let the jism spray over her shapely titties. Harry watched in wild, agonized excitement as his cum covered her pinkish breasts. Ah, this was what it was all about, wasn't it? At last she had sucked him off, and how nice it was to blow one's hot wad on a young girl's titties.
"Oh, Uncle Harry," Cheryl moaned. "That feels awfully nice, your spraying jism on my tits. Have you ever done it before to a girl?"
Harry was in no condition to answer her question-he was still squirting male milk on her breasts. What man can talk when his cock is erupting on a young girl's tits? It was some time before the spraying ceased and he was able to talk. Before saying anything, however, he collapsed on the bed beside her, his hand resting on her cunt, feeling the hot stickiness of her crotch and loving it.
"You're a remarkable girl, Cheryl," he said at length. "I don't know when I've enjoyed myself more."
"You went off on my tits, Uncle Harry. How come you did that?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly. "It just happened."
"Gee, that was a hot thing to do. I think I would have liked to catch some of your stuff in my mouth, though."
Harry struggled to a sitting position and looked at his niece. "Would you really?" He was extremely pleased and it turned him on to hear what she had just said.
"Sure I would have, Uncle Harry. Matter of fact, if you want me to, I'll suck you off now."
"Oh, my dear girl, can you give me a few moments of rest? Not long. Just a short time. Then you may suck me off, dear."
"I never had anyone go off on my tits before," she said absently. "I guess I never will again. Boy, you certainly are a horny old guy, Uncle Harry." She began to play with his balls, handling them carefully, gently. "Don't you have anyone to fuck regularly, Uncle Harry? I mean, any grown woman, some old bat, maybe?"
He smiled at her. "I don't believe I could go for the old bat type of female, dear. You see, I like young and pretty girls like you."
She sat up and rubbed her tits gingerly. "That sure was a hot thing to do, going off all over my boobies."
He smiled again. "I thought it was, too. It felt very good to squirt my cum on your breasts."
She looked at him oddly. "Uncle Harry, you're not some kind of weirdo, are you?"
He laughed and stroked her titties, at the same time pushing her hand away from them. "I don't think so, dear. I just like being fucked and sucked. Does that make me a weirdo?"
"If it does there are an awful lot of weirdoes in the world." She glanced at his wet cock and then at his eyes. "Let me know when you're rested, will you?"
"Do you really intend to suck me off again, dear?"
She acted surprised. "Of course. Don't you want me to?"
"I'm still a bit tired, you know," he said, and meant it. He wanted to wait awhile so that when he did permit her to French him again, he would be good, his penis would spout enormously down her young throat. This time he wanted to squirt his jism into her mouth and down her throat. Though it had been terrific, going off on her titties was something he preferred doing only once during a single sex session. Harry Babbit liked variety in his love life and was determined that he should have it with his niece. He glanced at her now as she looked into his eyes lustfully. "Just wait a bit, dear," he went on, "your Uncle Harry will fill you with goo."
She laughed musically. "Goo? What a funny word for it. Me, I like juice or jism better, especially jism. Every time I hear that word it makes me so very hot." She panted like a puppy dog. "See, Uncle Harry, how hot I am already?"
He cleared his throat. "Why don't you kiss my balls, dear, lick my asshole, something like that? Wouldn't that be fun while we're waiting for me to...grow passionate again?"
She touched his penis which was half-hard. "Are you kidding me, Uncle Harry?" She looked into his eyes questioningly. "If you are, please don't do it. I'd love to kiss your asshole. Do you mind if I stick my tongue up it and...well, do things to it?"
"I don't mind, dear. Please feel free to do as you please."
"Let's have a little wine first," she suggested. "Shall we?"
"All right." A little wine would give him the needed energy to achieve properly, just as it had done previously.
"I'll get the bottle," she cried, and leaping from the bed was gone for a short time only to return with the wine bottle. "We can drink directly from the bottle, Uncle Harry. I forgot to bring the glasses."
"Perfectly all right, dear." He glanced down at his cock and was pleased to see it had grown very hard during her brief absence from the room. "Look what I have for you, dear," he added, pointing to his rigid cock. "Isn't it pretty?"
She pursed her lips. "Man, you have the nicest prick in town. No kidding. I'm glad-I love nice pricks. She grinned seductively. "Especially when they are in my cunt or mouth or asshole."
Harry's penis was very hard now. "As I said before, you are a remarkable young woman. It makes me happy to realize you are my niece."
"Makes me happy to see your stiff prick," she said eagerly. "That's what makes Cheryl happy, stiff pricks."
They took a drink of wine from the bottle.
"I'm extremely pleased with your attitude, dear," he told her, wiping his lips with his fingers. "You and I can have lots of fun together from now on, don't you think?"
She ran her hand up his legs and let it rest on his penis. "Let's have some of that fun now, Uncle Harry. I'm ready to suck you off again."
"Oh...I thought you were going to tongue my asshole, dear. Have you forgotten that?"
She had another drink of wine and handed the bottle to him. "The wine changed my mind, I guess. Now I want to French you, Uncle Harry."
He had a long pull at the wine bottle. Then another. The stuff seemed to burn all the way down, which was unusual. He had never known wine to burn. It was almost like whiskey as it passed down his pipes to his stomach. Frowning, he examined the bottle, sniffed it and tasted it again. It seemed to be okay. It must be his stomach, his system, something that was out of kilter.
"Did the wine taste all right to you, dear?" he asked her.
"Yes," Cheryl answered, "why do you ask?"
"I thought it burned this last time." Again Harry examined the bottle. It was the same wine they drank earlier.
"Probably your tummy is upset from all the sex excitement," she said by way of explanation.
"Yes, of course," he replied. "I hadn't thought of that." He wondered, however, if there was any truth to this. Many times he had had sex with young girls in his life while drinking and this upset stomach business had never occurred. Oh, the hell with it. It wasn't all that important. He should be confining his thinking to more and better sex with Cheryl and not waste his energy on nonsense. "My dear," he "said at length, "If you would care to indulge yourself now, you should not be hesitant about it." Harry eyed his pretty, young niece meaningfully. When she got up on her knees and jutted her breasts out with seeming pride, he looked at them hotly. "Very pretty titties, dear. Would you like them sucked?"
Her answer was to straddle him, her breasts pointing at his flushed face. "You want to suck me, Uncle Harry?" she asked, and somehow he knew she did not mean merely her breasts.
"Your tits?" he asked, wanting to be sure.
"Yeah. My tits. But not just them. My cunt, Uncle Harry. I do believe I'm ready to be honey-dipped, if you know what that means."
"I can guess," he said, smiling at her fondly. "You'd like me to dip my tongue inside your twat." He paused for just a moment. "Have any of the neighborhood boys ever done that to you, Cheryl?"
She actually blushed, surprising him. "Gee, Uncle Harry, what a nutty thing to ask. I don't think I want to answer that one."
"I'm sorry," he responded quickly. "I wasn't prying, dear."
She crawled over on top of him, sitting on his chest, her thighs touching the cheeks of his face. "Kiss my cunt, Uncle Harry," she told him. "Just once or twice."
Harry took a deep breath and kissed her pubic hair region.
She shook her head. "No, I mean kiss my cunt, Uncle Harry, not just the hair place."
"Harry took another deep breath. "If I do, will you go down on me again, Cheryl?"
Cheryl reached for the wine bottle and took a drink from it. The bottle appeared to be about empty. "Sure, Uncle Harry, I intend to suck you off again, but first I want you to kiss my cunt."
"Move forward a bit, dear," he told her.
She moved forward so that her cunt was near his mouth. Harry lifted his head from the pillow and kissed her wetness repeatedly. He pulled back and looked at her naked young body, a feeling of great need possessing him for the moment.
"Oh," he murmured, "I'm very hot, dear. I must have something different done to me. Have you any ideas?"
She laughed, moved off his chest, much to his regret, and turned around. Seizing his penis she took it between her warm, soft lips and began to suck on it.
"That's so nice, dear Cheryl," he murmured.
"You do suck a cock very well, you know."
She went all the way down on him, and when she did so, he felt pain in another portion of his anatomy. He winced but stood it for it felt quite good after he had gotten used to it. Cheryl, in addition to sucking his rock-hard penis, had thrust the neck of the wine bottle up his asshole.
"My goodness," Harry breathed, "I hope you are very careful. I don't want my asshole cut to pieces."
Cheryl removed her lips from his raging cock. "Don't worry, Uncle Harry. I shoved the bottle up your ass to make certain you don't yank your cock out of my mouth like you did the other time. Understand?"
"I promise not to make a move," he cried. "You may suck the jism out of me all you want, dear."
"Now you've got the idea, Uncle Harry. I'm going to suck your cock with my lips and fuck your ass with the bottle neck. Just you be a good boy and do what Cheryl says, Okay?"
Harry sighed. "I promise to blow it all down your throat this time, dear." He knew he had to, as she could easily injure him if he tried to cheat her out of swallowing his cum. A short time later, he hit his peak, and with the wine bottle fucking him up the ass, he blew off for more than he ordinarily would have.
Cheryl became like a mad woman in her furious sucking of his penis. She bit him several times, but he didn't dare object. He simply winced and continued to release his liquid between her sucking lips.
Finally, it was done and he could release no more.
She kept on sucking him, running her tongue over his cock and balls and then, somewhat reluctantly it appeared, she pulled the wine bottle's neck out of his anus. Harry Babbit was delightfully astonished at the actions of his hot niece at this point. Even as he looked at her as she held his still hard penis in her hand eagerly, she lifted the bottle to her lips and licked it eagerly. Grinning at him, she dropped the bottle to the floor carefully.
"There, Uncle Harry, now you know just how hot I really am."
He nodded and wiped sweat from his brow. "I'm glad you did that, dear. It's true I now really know what a hot, young thing you are. You're very hot and I'm glad you are."
"I'll bet you were surprised when I pulled the wine bottle out of your ass and put the opening in my mouth, Uncle Harry."
"Yes, I was, dear. Now I believe it is my turn to surprise you."
"Oh, fine," she cried happily. "What are you going to do to me?"
Harry quickly picked up the wine bottle and held the neck of it tightly against her cunt. "I'm going to let you see how it feels to have glass rammed up your hole, sister," he said savagely. Saying this, he plunged the bottle neck up her twat as far as it would go. He held it there as she looked at him fearfully.
"Don't hurt me, please," she begged. "Be careful. That bottle neck might break."
Harry Babbit grinned oddly at his young niece. "I won't hurt you, baby. Just promise me that you will fuck me or suck me any time I request it."
"Oh, Uncle Harry," she cried, "I promise. I'll fuck you and suck you forever and ever, honest I will."
Harry smiled. "I believe you will," he said quietly. "And the' next time you take it into your silly head to shove a wine bottle up my ass, think again." Gently he removed the bottle from her cunt, confident he had won his little battle over her. She would fuck him in the future whenever he wanted it, or else.
A moment later, he got to his knees and sat straddling her body, her tits pressed against his balls.
"What do you want now, Uncle Harry?" she asked in a subdued and strange tone of voice.
"After a few moments, I think I'll have you suck me off once more, my dear. Only this time I'm going to yank it out of your mouth at the last instant and let fly on your titties, as I did the first time." He was talking down to her now, and they both knew it.
She parted her pretty red lips. "All right, Uncle Harry, whatever you say. I intend doing what you ask of me from now on." She appeared servile.
"Good girl," he said. "I knew I could teach you the right way to behave if I just stuck to it."
"Stick your penis in my mouth now if you wish, Uncle Harry, please," she said quietly.
He shook his head. "Not just this minute, my dear. However, I am going to do so as soon as I am ready." Once more he was talking down to her.
"All right, as soon as you are ready," she said meekly.
He inflated his chest slightly. "As soon as I am ready and not one moment before."
"Whatever you say, Uncle Harry," she murmured.
Harry Babbit smiled. A man had to be firm and even tough with kids. Toughness they understood. He would be tough with her from this point on.
It proved to be a mistake, this thinking about future behavior on his part. He should have concentrated on her behavior of the moment. His penis had gone soft and while he was busy congratulating himself on having conquered a kid, she had slipped the wine bottle neck over his penis and was now holding the bottle tightly against his groin.
"There you are, Uncle Harry, darling," Cheryl cried with malevolent glee. "I've got your cock in the bottle. Suppose you just go ahead and develop a hard-on. Think how nice it will feel to break the bottle neck with your very hard prick, big shot, Uncle dear!"
Harry Babbit could only stare at his niece and wonder how such a nasty little monster had been permitted to live this long.