Chapter 3
When Lisa came back to Granny's house, Mike was there, in his white suit, sitting with a glass of Jack Daniels and ice in front of him.
Mike at fifty was no ordinary Alabama boy grown up. He was a very special guy, with a terrific education—he had gone to Harvard on a scholarship to study science—and a souped-up brain, which was always trying to figure out the way things worked.
He was so good at it, that the big shots up in Washington had hired him to do an analysis of the problems of the future. He had headed up a big gang of hand-picked men, and they had written an amazing report on the shape of the world in 2050. Michael had made some major predictions, some optimistic, some less so; but he had discovered enough sinister facts about the drift of the world to make him prefer, in his later years, to go back to the simple, country life in Alabama, sip Jack Daniels, and talk to the simple, country folk back home.
He had married a beautiful woman, one of Washington's beauties, and a great sex partner. Their bedtime life had been nothing short of sensational, bawdy and imaginative, because they had both been hot-blooded, and practically cannibalistic about each other's bodies.
Unfortunately, his wife had developed a heart condition, and they had come South to live the quiet life, but it was too late; one night she had come to sleep, and not awakened.
Mike had been hit hard, and he mourned her, but he was a realist, and knew that life was for the living. So he turned his attention to the life around him, and naturally, that included Lisa, his delicious little blonde niece who, unaware, had been growing into a fabulous sex treat, all shapely and lovely and pretty.
He had been watching her with very sharp interest lately, because with his wife gone he had no outlet for his powerful sex drives. He had a vigorous cock, and a violent desire to gratify it; and since he had no target for it, his mind naturally seized on the charming teen-ager as he watched her at her childish games.
He wanted to teach her games a bit more adult, and his imagination did a lot of that in his dreams, until it had gotten to the point where he had begun to fantasize, with Lisa as the focus of a lot of unusual games.
He wondered if he could hold out, and decided he should drive into Birmingham and get himself some poontang, before he lost control and started pumping his cock into his young niece.
It was just about this time that luscious Lisa, having discovered the fabulous joys of cock, came home to look at Mike with a sharp increase of interest. She actually stared at his pants, clogged with his cock, and found the sight fascinating. She hadn't quite realized that Uncle Mike could be an instrument of pleasure. But the whole picture was confusing. What had actually gone on between him and his wife? she wondered. All that time they must have been playing this game of putting cock into cunt, and therefore they had been tasting the craziest excitements.
It was very strange. She could in no way believe that Uncle Mike, in the privacy of his bedroom, had pulled out a great hunk of swollen meat and pierced the slit of Aunt June. Lisa's heart jumped a bit when she thought that Uncle Mike now had no night time companion.
Surely he would be needful of a night playmate again. Of course, she would have to approach him in the most delicate way, because he might be in mourning for Aunt June still.
And then she had to take account of the fact that he was fifty years old, although he was far from an old man, for he looked well-muscled and big, having played tennis and chopped wood, and done many things to stay healthy. Would he, at his age, be willing to play this fuck game with a girl of fourteen? She might be just a young puppy to him, and her undeveloped body might just not appeal to him.
And would he want money? That's what guys seemed to want, if she could judge by Big Tom. But Uncle Mike didn't care about money; otherwise he would have stayed up in Washington, in the big-time, where they were anxious to pay him all kinds of money.
Lisa kept thinking about Mike more and more, and her glances at him, in time, had to be noticed.
Lecherous old Mike couldn't quite figure out what was going on in the kid's head, even when he found her staring at his phallic bundle. It astonished him that she would do such staring so openly, but he put it down to her immense lack of sophistication. He understood the setting in which she had been raised, very isolated and simple. And he realized that her intake of sex information had to be nil—unless, of course, some town stud had stumbled upon her and taught her the jolting joys of poontang. His pulse jumped at the thought that such a thing might have happened, giving her a taste of the paradise that could be found in the prick versus the cunt. He sensed something different about her, some new touch of life in her flesh, the white lovely flesh of the teen-ager, glowing with the clean fire underneath. It seemed to his dirty old mind that she had grown tit-wise, for her nips were now pushing more energetically against her dress, and her hips were rounding out.
His mind pictured the scarlet slit under her panties, with the young golden fuzz that must lurk there, and his skin tingled with lust. If he could find some way of coaxing this young cunt into his bed, that would be the last word in pleasure. Mike realized that as the years had crept by, his taste in sex had gotten a bit strange, for he seemed to want a younger girl, not an older woman. In actual fact, toward the end, his relations with June had gotten a bit tepid. Their whole sex thing, once all lust, had turned into lemonade, especially when it was discovered that she couldn't take the big excitement of a great fuck anymore!
He used to spank her; she had liked that sort of game. They had done a light bondage thing, too, because she had liked to feel as if she were being forced into sex, getting raped. He had found it fun to play the game with her. It had spiced up their sex.
Then her ticker had gone bad, and from then on things had been lousy in bed. It was so sad, because they had been hot lovers, and needed lots of the old suck-fuck syndrome. June, of course, had felt terrible that life had played her this dirty trick, wiping her out of the game of love. It was her realization that the nicest thing in her life was all washed up. That had ultimately brought her to her end. There seemed little point in going on, knowing that she could never again recapture the fierce fun of happier times.
Mike had been overcome by her passing, but lie still had these monstrous hard-ons that woke him in the morning.
He had been forced, considering the situation, to beat his meat, a sad waste, but necessary. Otherwise, he might well have considered a premature onslaught on Lisa's virtue.
However, this new attitude of hers pricked his interest, for the way that she looked at him was more like a woman in heat than a teen-age innocent. Something had definitely happened to her lately, and it was all to the good, Mike felt. She had touched the world of the flesh and found it good.
He felt grateful to the unknown stranger out there, who seemed to have done a neat job, and he considered that it was time for him to investigate the state of Lisa's virtue, to dig into the sensual joys of her luscious vulva, to pierce, perhaps, the pleasures of her rosebud ass. He toyed with all these torrid fantasies as he went to bed at night, thinking that the treasures of her young flesh lay only feet away from him in another bedroom, and that all he had to do was find the psychological moment to strike.
But it was Lisa who did the striking, for she was consumed by a lust to know if her Uncle Mike could, like Big Tom, rocket her to the moon with his darling pecker.
Somehow, she felt, she had to get him out of the pecan orchard. She wanted it to happen, if it could happen, out there in the quiet and beauty of the isolated orchard, where practically nobody ever passed by, next to the huge hundred-year oak, with its gigantic trunk and spreading branches and leaves. It seemed a fine cover for the games she had in mind.
So she plotted to have her bike disabled there; then she would go back to tell him that she needed his help to fix it.
She loosened the screw on the wheel until it slipped off, and hid the screw near the oak tree.
It was around three o'clock, and the summer sun was not oppressive. Clouds were lacy in the sky, the birds chirped, and the plants sent out a heavy summer scent that made the air feel lazy and sensual.
She found Uncle Mike, as usual, sitting under the magnolia tree, sipping his favorite drink, Jack Daniels, and reading the Washington Post, to which he subscribed.
Mike had been ruminating again about the great days in Washington, when his wife June was always horny, with a fabulous appetite for feasting on his cock.
He was now in a gentle alcoholic glow, and feeling hot and sexy, thinking about how June would sometimes pretend to be a hooker, just passing by, and would casually unzip his pants, bring out his cock, and start to suck it.
That had always turned him on. It was one of his great fantasies: a beautiful girl somehow appearing, reaching down, unzipping his pants, and starting to do great things to his cock with her mouth.
He had been thinking lately of getting back to the Washington scene, now that his wife was gone. One had to keep busy. He loved the South, especially this part of it, still unspoiled by creeping industrialization; but he liked a stimulating scene, too. He needed both scenes—the active, creative life, and the more restful, contemplative one.
Greta, his former secretary in Washington, would be coming to visit him in a week, to give him a rundown on the way things were going in the capital. She was in her late twenties, and one of the hottest cunts he had ever met. Many were the times that they had used the big couch in his big office for the most deliciously depraved acts. Mike thought of Greta and of how she liked freaky sex games. She sometimes liked to put on a German helmet, and assume the role of a female Nazi who had total control of some captured male victim.
Mike thought she was really far-out; but he didn't mind her fantasy games, since she had been willing to play his games, too.
He licked his lips in anticipation of the fun ahead, when she came for a week's visit. He wondered what her impact would be on little Lisa. It might be a dangerous scene, considering the fact that Greta was a total sex animal.
It was just at this point in his thoughts that Lisa walked into his field of vision, looking like a feast, all simmering young loveliness, so flawlessly shaped, her young tits astonishingly full and pushing against her denim shirt, moving marvelously as she walked toward him. Her golden hair caught the glint of the sun and glowed almost like a halo, and her sun-tinted skin had a warm, sensuous color.
Mike felt a tingle in his cock as he watched her. He sipped more booze, keeping his eyes on her as she approached him. Her expression looked a bit strained, as if she had a lot on her mind.
"Uncle, I'm in trouble, my bike came apart. Down at the orchard. Can you give me a hand with it?"
He smiled. She always thought he could fix anything, just because he had some engineering know-how. Well, certainly it would be easy to fix a bike.
He got up and slowly walked along with her, down the road toward the orchard.
"What happened to your bike, honey?"
"The wheel came off."
He smiled. "That will be hard to fix unless we find the screw."
She stared at him. "We'll have to look for the ... screw ... then," she said softly.
The way she pronounced the word startled Mike, even though he was somewhat tight. He wondered again what the hell had been happening to his sweet young niece lately. She seemed to have made a quantum sex jump. That was the way it was with the kids of this generation; one day simple and innocent, the next day ready for the wildest games. The whole fabric of morality in the western world had been unraveling in recent years.
This was delightful, in Mike's view, since he was a guy who liked pleasure, and sex, to him, was the most intense pleasure of all.
And this tidbit walking alongside him, this teen-age sex bomb, could be the sweetest means to that pleasure, if he could nab it.
"What's happening to you these days? Now that you are having summer vacation, things must be very dull for you."
"Yes, Uncle, they are terribly dull. I haven't the vaguest idea of what to do with myself." Lisa was not going to tell him that she had a very good idea of what to do with herself: get her naked body next to his, so that she could again experience an orgasm, the most exciting thing that could happen to a girl.
She trembled even now, thinking of his male body, nude, and next to her, and of his great cock—for surely he must have a big one, at his age. Lisa imagined that the older men got, the bigger their cocks grew. Well, she "would find out.
"So life is dull in the summer months?"
"Yes. Terrible, Uncle Mike. I just don't know what to do with myself. Most of my friends are visiting their folks all up and down the state. There is really nobody to play with; except General Lee, and he's my brother, and he can be a pill"
He smiled. "You'd be surprised how much fun one can have with a brother, if you have the right mental attitude."
She scowled at that. "General Lee is too undeveloped to be a real playmate."
"Well, kids grow up, you know."
"Have I grown up, Uncle Mike?"
"It amazes me. You seem to grow every day."
"And how do I look now ?"
He glanced over at her. Like a sex bomb, he was thinking, looking at her full lips, and the almost devilish smile on them. If ever he saw a turned-on teen-ager it was her. He wondered if this might not be the perfect time for the seduction that he had thought about. It was a nice summer day, and this was one of the most isolated places he could think of, and it was Sunday, when people didn't move around too much.
"You look like some day you're going to develop into a real woman. Drive the men wild. That's how you look to me."
She grinned. "Could I drive you wild, Uncle Mike?"
"Probably."
By this time they had reached the disabled bike. A glance at it told Mike that the wheel screw had dropped off.
"It's the screw. Let's look around for it. It must be close-by."
They scoured around for a while, and then he spotted it. He attached it to the wheel as best he could with no tools.
"You'd better not ride it, but wheel it back," he suggested.
She thanked him, and then stretched, so that her tits pushed out seductively against her shirt. "Oh, it's just such a great day. Why don't we relax, over there, under the oak?"
He glanced over. It was surely one of the quietest and most hidden of spots, not noticeable from the road. Then it occurred to him that the little bitch had possibly staged a seduction scene! To happen here! The idea sent a shot of lust to his cock. He couldn't believe that his sweet young niece would pull a stunt like that.
The thought jarred him, and it excited him, and he felt that he would just have to explore it and find out.
"Okay, it's a good idea."
And they sprawled out under the big oak, with the tall grass shielding them from any viewers. He looked up and saw the light blue of the sky dotted with lacy clouds, drifting lazily in the soft west-wind.
He felt sensual and sexy, especially with several ounces of bourbon in him. She had laid next to him, putting her hands behind her head, so her tits jutted up, and the jeans she wore fitted tightly over her crotch, so tightly that he could even see the indentation of her slit.
His cock was hard as a pipe in his britches, and thrusting. Lisa, with her sex antenna tuned-up, naturally was aware of it. She felt her cunt go moist, just from looking at it, and she squirmed nervously, hoping he would do something before she was forced to.
It seemed right for the male to make the first move, even though her lust was so sharp in her that she would have grabbed his cock and stuffed it in her mouth, if she could just act naturally. But how did you act naturally if you were fourteen and your uncle was fifty, and you didn't know what was in his head?
What had to happen before he would put his hands on her? she wondered.
She felt her breath coming quicker, and her heart beating faster. Something hung in the air, like lightning about to strike.
His voice sounded strange now. "It was a lucky thing that we found the screw."
"But we haven't found it yet," she said.
He turned to her, his eyes glittering. "I think you are trying to seduce me, kid."
She grinned. "Who better than my own uncle?"
"Why, you little bitch," he said, and he put his hand on her tit, jolted by its size and firmness.
She put her hand over his, stroking it. He just held his hand there, and then the urgency came over him, because he had not had a piece of pussy in so long, he was starved for it. His hand went into her shirt, to find her naked tit; then he swiftly unbuttoned her, bringing out the beautiful breast, with its pink nipple. He stared at it for a hypnotic moment, then went down to suck on it with his mouth.
She let out a long sigh, happy that finally the thing was in motion, and knowing that ultimately his beautiful cock would come out, and that she would eat it and he would stick her with it. Her cunt trembled with lustful expectation.
As for Mike, he was overpowered by the taste and feel of her tit, its silky flesh, its tender nipple. He went quickly to the other one, pulling the shirt from her body. His hands and his mouth were all over her breasts.
Then, swiftly, he went down to her jeans, which he unzipped and pulled down, making her totally nude in moments.
He was jolted by the juicy beauty of her cunt, with its charming venus mound, gentle blonde fuzz, and scarlet-tipped opening.
Without a moment of hesitation, he went down to the delicate young cunt and kissed it, then got his tongue inside the warm velvet flesh. He titillated it, then went for the clit, and she groaned with the intolerable pleasure of it. He was delighted at her responses, aware that soon she would do anything he wanted, she was so turned- on.
He worked his tongue into her hot cunt, stabbing at the clit, and slid his finger in, too, to give her the feeling of a cock. He was astonished at her tightness, though she had obviously lost her cherry.
He jiggled her cunt with his finger while she moaned and twisted her body; then, feeling her approaching the peak, he pulled away. He didn't want her getting off quite yet; for that might slow down her passion for his prick.
Now he unzipped his pants, and brought his cock out. She went bug-eyed at sight of it, for it was a sturdy, vigorous cock, not quite as long as Big Tom's, but thick and lusty-looking.
He pushed her head toward it, and she took hold of it with her hand, adoring it for its silky hot feel and its robust hardness. Then she kissed it, rubbing her lips on the red, thrusting head; and then she opened her mouth and put it inside, letting her tongue slide gently under the head.
He lay back, poleaxed by the sensation, for he had not had cunt for so long that every feeling was tremendously magnified. He wanted to shove his cock into the depths of her mouth, but dared not, for fear of spoiling things. Yet she seemed to have a natural craft, the way she had her tongue going at it. Evidently she either had a great gift for it, or she had been well-instructed. It didn't matter; the important thing was her craftsmanship.
She took the cock out of her mouth, and licked along the length of it, down to the balls; then, to his astonishment, she licked them too, and he knew now that she'd been there before, at least once.
He stared at her young, delicious teen-age face with its pink tongue sliding along the length of his cock, and it hit him hard.
"Suck it, suck it, honey," he hissed at her.
And she grabbed it and thrust it back into her mouth, giving it the deep-throat treatment, as if trying to swallow it. Then she pulled on the shaft of it with her hand while she worked her mouth tightly around the head, balancing his balls in her other hand.
It was sheer delight to watch her use her mouth so cleverly. Now he felt that he had to jab his cock into her throat, and he took hold of her head and started to pump into her hot mouth, feeling her pull on his cock as he rammed it in.
He thrust in and out, and groaned with the bliss of it as she sucked him steadily, holding on fiercely to his cock.
Then he felt his cock stiffen, grow huge in her mouth, and fire its load. He grabbed her head, urging her to swallow it. She kept a firm grip around his cock as she caught his juices, and gulped them down.
He stared down in disbelief at the fourteen-year-old kid who seemed to have such a ferocious appetite for sex. He could tell that she was getting off on it, too, from the way her body was twisting and turning, and from the violence with which she sucked down his juices!
"Did you come?" he asked.
She nodded, her mouth still full of his prick.
He leaned back, sighed blissfully, put his hands behind his head, and felt his cock go gently soft in her mouth.
They would rest, he thought, and then he'd fuck the kid in the ass; teach her one of the neater tricks of love.