Chapter 7
In the privacy of her bedroom that night, Lisa replayed that sex scene over and over in her head. It astonished her that a girl could give another girl such a turn-on. It was just another dimension of sex pleasure, she figured; just get a tongue in your cunt, and it would shoot you on a hot trip to kingdom-come. Amazing that sex could be that simple. Lisa thought of all those dull, deadly days in her past when nothing had been happening. She could have pulled her kid brother, General Lee, into the sex game. Didn't he have a tongue, as well as a prick, small as it was? She could wake that brat up by teaching him a few blistering, bawdy facts of life.
Nothing can be more fun than sex, she thought. She wondered what other fascinating games she could play with sex partners.
She would get to General Lee later, but right now she had to concentrate on Greta, for that dynamite girl would be heading out after a week, and it was urgent for Lisa to discover all the depraved ideas she knew.
Lisa was becoming as horny a kid as you could find; she just didn't wait to discover where depravity was—she went looking for it.
It didn't take Mike long, once he came back from Montgomery, to discover that something had developed between his niece and Greta. The hot cunt from Washington, he surmised, had seduced his niece with some blistering cunt-eating.
It displeased him at first, for Mike didn't want Lisa to turn away from the real thing—a man's cock. It was quite important to get Lisa back to cock-eating; otherwise she might take the lesbian route, and be a loss to the world of guys.
Actually, he was not thinking about guys as much as about the loss to himself. Lisa at fourteen had a lot of succulent years ahead for him to enjoy, for surely she would grow into a stunning woman.
He had no wish to lose her cunt and ass to the female sex. So he decided to get Lisa and Greta quickly into an erotic trio. That night he brought out the bourbon, poured it generously, and steered the dialogue to amusingly depraved topics.
Lisa got some rock music on the radio; she had discovered that her cunt seemed wired to the rhythms of hot rock. Greta picked up a deck of cards and began to play solitaire, after she had lit up a joint.
Mike gulped Jack Daniels and leered at the two luscious female cunts in front of him, thinking of their asses and cunts, while his pants bulged with his bawdy prick.
Greta hummed happily as she played solitaire, aware that there was a feast of sucking and fucking ahead. Her cunt moistened at the memory of Mike's noble dick, and her lips were craving to caress the pulsing, luscious meat. But you had to pretend to be civilized, she thought sadly; you just couldn't go gunning for cock like a cannibal. Or could you? She grinned.
The sight of the cards brought back a memory to Mike, a sex scene from the past which he now thought comic. He was plenty oiled-up, and wanted to talk a bit before he got these females into an orgy. So he told them about the adventure he was recalling.
"You know, kids, that I used to be a computer guy for one of the biggest companies in the East. But I really got bored with it, and craved some excitement."
Greta interrupted with a leer. "So you went to Sin City, right?"
"Sin City? No, that's not the excitement I had in mind. I'm talking about mental excitement. Sin City came later. When I met you." He grinned and stared at her big tits, and his tongue slid over his upper lip.
"What happened, Uncle Mike?" Lisa was always fascinated by her uncle's adventures. She knew he had been a big man out there in the big world, but the only time she got any information about it was when he would get into an expansive mood because he had been guzzling, and would pull out some piece of his past and relive it.
"Well, I had been fooling around with the computer, working with the mathematical possibilities in various card games, and I ran into a gambler from Vegas who told me that he had been winning big money, and that he had a system for beating the dealer in blackjack."
Mike lit up a cigarette and. smiled at the memory. "I figured he could do it, from my experience with statistics. And I asked him what he did. He counted the cards, he said.
"Well, just between us girls, I've always had a thing for statistics, and I do have a photographic memory, and I figured that if he could do it, so could I."
"What do you mean 'count cards?' " Greta asked skeptically.
"I mean it's possible to know fairly accurately the way the high and the low cards are going. You make a mental count. And you can work the odds, by playing big money when you figure there are lots of high cards, enough to make the dealer 'bust out'.
"Anyway, I tried out the system, and it worked. It was terrific, I found that by betting heavily against the dealer when the statistics were with me, I could make a lot of money.
"I figured that I would soon be rich. I would walk out of there with about $50,000 in my pocket on one night.
"Well, one night, a famous actress, someone everybody knows, was there, and she was most impressed with the way that I handled the cards. She threw all these sexy looks at me, so I figured there might be a gorgeous evening ahead. So I asked if she wanted to have a drink. She did, and she said we ought to have it in the privacy of my rooms, upstairs in the Grand Hotel.
"Well, we drank a lot of liquor, and before long we both got down to our skin, and were sliding over each other's beautiful body. She was one of the most delicious women I have ever seen, even more exciting off-screen than on. And she had this super mouth that knew how to really do a cocksucking job deluxe. I was lying there, overpowered by her lickings, when she suddenly stopped.
" 'You know what keeps coming up in my mind?' she said, looking at me. 'How you win so consistently. You seem to be able to beat the system, and I never thought anyone could do that. Tell me how you do it.' "
"Well, I was drunk as an owl by then, and I hated to have any interruption, especially when I was halfway to paradise. So I told her fast, 'Listen, honey. I leave nothing to chance, I have a ten percent edge on their system. I count the cards. I know what's out and what's in. And I bet accordingly. I can beat the system! Anywhere, here or Monte Carlo. I just count the cards!
" 'Now,' I told her, Track to my cock.'
" 'Then you're a card-counter, after all,' she said. And she let go my cock, and stood up. 'He's a card-counter,' she said, apparently to the wall.
" 'Who the hell are you talking to? Back down on my cock, sweet maiden.'
"Instead, she walked to her clothes, picked them up, and went into the other room. The door opened, and in walked five guys—strong-arm men from the gambling syndicate.
"They had the whole thing on tape—video tape, mind you. 'Get dressed, Mike.' And they threw my clothes at me.
"I complained. 'Look, there's nothing illegal in counting cards!'
" 'As far as we are concerned, it's a lousy, underhanded, cheater's trick. And we don't ever want you to darken our doors again, or you'll very much regret it!'
"They marched me out and told me that they were going to put me in the cheater's book, and that I'd never be able to get into any casino again; they had my picture and my records."
Mike tossed off his drink. "What I resented most about that adventure was the actress. That cunt left me high-and-dry. A half-sucked cock can be a torture. I told the syndicate guys that I'd give a fortune to see the tape of her going down on me. But they just laughed. 'It goes into her private collection,' they said.
"Imagine an actress as fabulous as she is, working for them!"
Lisa, in a spasm of jealousy, said, "Uncle Mikes would you give me a fortune to suck your cock?"
"No, but I'll give you the pleasure of it," he grinned.
And he unzipped his pants to bring out the splendid throbbing monster.
Lisa went for it in a dive, fearful that Greta might get there first.
She took a couple of fast licks, feeling his cock go big as a banana; then she stopped and looked up at Greta.
"What are you staring at?" she demanded.
Greta smiled gently. "I'm impressed by your style, kid. But why don't we all get comfortable? I might be able to give you a sweet lick or two."
They peeled their clothing with passionate abandon, and Mike positioned the players, putting Lisa on her back, so that he could mount her and feed his mammoth cock into her mouth. Her thighs were spread so that Greta could get her tongue into her hot crotch while she did her delightfully depraved thing on Mike's super-salami.
For a sex fiend like Mike, nothing could have been more delicious than this tender teenager working her mouth with craft and cleverness on his hot cock.
He watched her mouth as it pulled over his pulsating flesh, as her tongue swept along the thick shaft, as it went down to the balls, licking each one tenderly.
Her green eyes glittered with lust as she took his huge meat into the depths of her throat, trying, it seemed, to strangle herself with his flaming flesh.
Greta had a ferocious lust for tender young pussies, and this little doll appealed to her in every way. She adored the kid's personality; so bright and adventurous; she was ready to live up a storm, despite her youth. She was not the sort of kid who deferred living until the time was right.
She just jumped into living all the way, with her mouth and her cunt, daringly, as if she understood that life was temporary, and that every moment was precious.
And of course, Great adored the cunt that her tongue was buried in. She adored the shape of it the fresh young beauty of it, the taste and flavor of it.
She dug her tongue into the velvety vulva, sucking at the clit, biting it gently, which of course did such dynamite things to Lisa that she went into high-octane cock-sucking. It took every ounce of control for Mike to stop himself from doing a giant blast-off in her mouth.
Lisa, however, did not have such control, and Greta's dynamite tongue triggered off a beautiful blast inside her, and she shoved Mike's cock so deep into her throat that it almost strangled her.
Mike pulled his heavy weapon from her greedy lips just in time. He then crawled around behind Greta, gazing at her handsome ass. That ass was one heavenly hunk of meat, curved, plump yet firm, white, and exquisitely-shaped.
He knew of Greta's yearning for discipline, and one way to satisfy it was to slam her asshole with his cock. A heavy hunk of meat like this, piercing her asshole, and slamming in and out against her velvet buttocks! Wow, that would be bliss for her, and for him, too.
So he aimed his terrifying tool at her tender tail, placed it on the target and shoved it in, an inch at a time.
His monster meat did a hellish job on her tortured tail. He kept pushing it in until it went all the way, up to the hilt.
Poor Greta was in bliss and in hell at the same time, for his giant salami seemed to totally fill her body.
While this was going on, she still had her lips up against Lisa's cunt. But her concentration was on her ass, which she arched back so that Mike could have unobstructed access to her.
And Mike went wild in her tail, pounding it relentlessly, as if he would destroy it with his rampaging prick. He thudded against her butt, over and over, grunting with each slam of his body.
The action soon proved too overwhelming for even his control, and his cock swelled into a giant thing, then exploded, spouting reams of cream into Greta's ass.
She wriggled her tail, sucking on his tool with her asshole as if to get the last bit of cream from him!
For she loved his violence, interpreting each slam of his body as a manifestation of the discipline she deserved, for she was a wicked child who did all sorts of naughty things, and could not be loved until she had her punishment.
That was how Greta got her kicks. And when Mike slam-bammed her fanny, he gave her all the kicks her wicked flesh craved, and her orgasms were violent, earth-shaking things. When Mike shot his load into her heavenly haunches, the earth trembled for Greta.
It had been a super-hot ecstasy such as she could get nowhere else. Small wonder that she had made the pilgrimage from Washington to Alabama, to the man who understood the psychology of her sex-cravings so well. For Greta, it had been a marvelous week.