Chapter 10

"I wish we could have gone to Disneyland!" twelve-year-old Betty said after the other children, except for Joyce and her, had boarded a local bus, along with Edna.

"You'll go to Disneyland tomorrow," Jim promised as he guided the pert little girl with short black hair into his car. She slid to the center of the front seat.

Joyce, sweet and blonde, and a year younger, sat on the outside. She hadn't complained about going somewhere else with Uncle Jim, rather than to Disneyland, because she remembered the strange, guilty pleasure he had given her in the campground, during their trip to California. Though she had felt funny about it, both at the time and since, she was half-hoping Uncle Jim would play with her that way again.

He got behind the wheel and started the car.

"I don't even want to go to the beach!" Betty sulked.

"That's good," Jim said gently, "because we're not going there."

Both girls looked at him.

"We're going to visit a very good friend of mine," he added with a warm smile. "She's a nice lady. You'll really like her."

The girls remained silent, not knowing what to say, as Jim drove them to a secluded house at the south end of the county. They got out and walked up to the white stucco mansion which had a tile roof. Immediately after Jim rang the bell, the door was opened by a statuesque brunette in a dark dress with several long loops of pearls around her neck. She wore pearl earrings as well. Her black hair was cut very short and smartly coiffed.

"Well, well!" she said, smiling at the little girls. "What a pleasure!"

"Delia, I want you to know little Betty and Joyce."

"Come in, girls." Delia said, and held the door for them to enter, Jim following.

Betty was very confused-not frightened really, because there didn't seem to be anything to be frightened of. But she wondered what was going on. Why had Uncle Jim brought Joyce and her to this place to meet this woman?

"Would you like some candy, girls?" Delia asked, motioning toward a dish on a living room table, filled with fancy confections.

"Ooooh, yes!" Joyce exclaimed. "Thank you!"

She took one.

Betty took one, also, though less eagerly. She nibbled at it, and it tasted very good. She finished it in the next bite.

"Have another," Delia invited. "You can take as much as you like."

The girls helped themselves.

"Well, Joyce here-she's the pretty blonde," Jim was telling Delia, "she and I have kind of gotten acquainted. Remember, Joyce?"

"Yes," she replied, and blushed.

Betty glanced inquisitively at her, then back at Uncle Jim.

"But I don't know Betty quite as well," he went on. "So maybe you and she can kind of get to know each other right now," he told the woman.

To the twelve-year-old it was as if they were speaking a foreign language. What was all this about getting to "know" one another, she wondered.

Delia smiled at Betty and said, "I would like that very much."

"Joyce, you just come with me," Jim said, and directed her upstairs.

Delia and Betty followed. After Uncle Jim and the blonde child had entered a room which opened off the upstairs hall, the woman led Betty to a room next to it.

The whole thing was getting more mysterious by the moment, it seemed to her. But she went along. Delia was quite nice, and so was Uncle Jim, though he could be a little strange at times.

In the room where Delia took her, Betty noticed a camera set up, facing a wall which was covered by drapes. Delia drew the drapes back, and the child gasped. She was looking through a large window, right into the room where Uncle Jim and Joyce were!

Delia said, "Sit down here, darling," indicating two comfortable chairs next to the camera.

Betty sat nervously, leaning a bit forward. She kept her bare knees together as her skirt crept above them.

In the next room, Uncle Jim and Joyce were standing beside a bed. Betty could see them very plainly, as if they were all in the same room, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.

She caught her breath again when her friend, Joyce, lay down on the bed.

"What are they going to do?" she asked Delia anxiously.

"You just watch, dear," Delia advised.

Betty watched ... and what she saw shocked her intensely: Uncle Jim began to take off his clothes!

Joyce merely lay on the bed and looked at him. It was obvious to Betty that her schoolmate wasn't being forced in any way, and she didn't seem worried. But she appeared very interested as Uncle Jim stepped out of his pants.

Betty was interested, also. She had never watched a man take his pants off before. Her breath began to quicken, and she felt strangely excited. Still, she was not afraid. What was there to be afraid of?

Uncle Jim stepped from his shorts, and Betty stared with wide eyes at the things that dangled between his legs, one of them long and kind of straight, while the other two were rounded and in a sac. Thick hair grew around them, darker than the hair on Uncle Jim's head.

Joyce smiled as she looked at his strange things. She didn't seem surprised, as if she had seen him with his pants off before.

"Delia ... " the young girl who sat next to her asked, "wh-what are those things that Uncle Jim has ... between his legs?"

The sleek brunette smiled. "They are his cock and balls, darling."

Betty blushed. "I've heard the dirty boys at school use those words."

"The words aren't really dirty," Delia said, gazing through the window into the next room. "You just keep watching."

It was apparent to Betty that, while she and Delia could watch Uncle Jim and Joyce, the others couldn't see them. Otherwise, Joyce would have given some sign of it. She did glance at the window, off and on, but with a studious look and no recognition.

"Why can't they see us?" Betty asked.

"The window is a mirror on their side," Delia said.

What IS all this? Betty wondered. It was really strange!

It became stranger yet for, as Uncle Jim stood naked next to the bed and spoke to Joyce, the young girl sat up and shyly unfastened her dress. She pulled it over her head, revealing her pre-pubescent chest with tiny pink nipples and no mounds. She lay back, wearing only panties, and smiled shyly at Uncle Jim.

"What an adorable child!" Delia said, her voice husking a bit.

Betty couldn't understand why her friend was so forward with Uncle Jim, taking her clothes off and all ... and why she didn't become alarmed when he took off his clothes. She must have seen him that way before, Betty concluded. Was that what he had meant about them being "acquainted"?

The brunette twelve-year-old wriggled on her chair as Uncle Jim bent and removed Joyce's panties. Delia stood up and walked to the camera which stood on a tripod.

"What are you going to doooo?" Betty asked in alarm.

"Take their picture," Delia said calmly. "B-but that's not nice! Maybe they wouldn't want you to!"

"Just hush," the woman softly replied, and focused the camera.

Uncle Jim at all times kept his back partially turned toward the window, or else had his head directed the other way. Betty wondered about that. But she wondered so much more about what he and Joyce were doing, and what would happen next, that she didn't think much about the camera or the fact that Uncle Jim looked away from it.

He knelt next to Joyce on the bed.

"Ooooh, my goodness!" Betty cried. "They shouldn't be on the bed together! That's naughty!"

She wanted to jump up and run into the next room to "save" her friend, but it didn't seem that Joyce was being forced to do anything. She and Uncle Jim smiled at each other, though she blushed and looked kind of embarrassed.

Jim put out his hand and touched Joyce between her legs.

Betty felt a hot flash between her own legs, right in her little silk panties!

Delia clicked a picture.

Uncle Jim lifted Joyce's legs into the air and held them wide apart.

How awful, Betty thought, and her heart seemed to hammer in her throat. She couldn't stand to have a man do that with her ... and to look at her down there!

What happened next surprised and offended young Betty even more: Uncle Jim bowed his bushy white head between her young friend's legs, and he seemed to be actually kissing her, though Betty couldn't be entirely sure.

"What's he ... doing, Delia?" Betty asked, her breath coming in short gasps.

"He's kissing her pussy, darling. It's really great fun to have your pussy kissed!"

Delia clicked another photo.

Uncle Jim turned Joyce on the bed so that her open legs were pointed toward the window-and the camera. Betty stared at her young friend's dainty crotch, which contained not a hair-unlike Betty's own, which was beginning to show a tiny fringe.

The man bent once again, keeping his face turned away but permitting Delia and Betty to look past his cheek, at his tongue touching the little girl's pussy. Delia photographed that.

Joyce squirmed on the bed, obviously excited by what Uncle Jim was doing to her. But she didn't try to get up and run away. That was what kept Betty from attempting to "rescue" her-that and the fact that Betty herself was so excited she wasn't sure she would be able to walk. She felt weak and trembly all over!

Uncle Jim's tongue glided moistly up and down on the young girl's hairless cunt, wiggling her tender flesh and enjoying her delightful taste. She writhed excitedly.

Watching, Betty felt like rubbing herself between the legs. She had never felt that way before. But she didn't dare give in to the urge, with Delia standing nearby.

When Uncle Jim finally straightened up from his licking of Joyce's babycunt, leaving the adorable little slit all wet and gleaming, Betty saw with amusement that a change had occurred to his body:

The long, soft thing which had been hanging in front of the round things between his legs-his cock, Betty understood it was called-had lifted and was sticking out, bigger than before and quite hard-looking.

The twelve-year-old girl with the pert, saucy features and short black hair leaned closer the window. What was going to happen next?

Uncle Jim moved along the side of the bed, approaching the head of it. He was talking to Joyce, and she was staring at his cock.

A new, strange throb went through Betty as her friend slid to the edge of the bed, next to Uncle Jim, and grasped his thing that was sticking out.

The camera clicked again.

Joyce rolled back the loose outer skin on Uncle Jim's cock, exposing a rounded, pinkish-purple knob which was moist and odd-looking. Betty had never seen anything like it.

"Ooooh, noooh!" the 12-year-old breathed in shock as her friend leaned closer yet ... and touched her small, pink tongue to the knob of Uncle Jim's organ.

Delia clicked the camera.

It kept clicking frequently after that, but Betty no longer noticed, because she was too shocked and fascinated by what her young friend Joyce was doing with Uncle Jim: The blonde child glided her stretched lips snugly around Uncle Jim's cock until she held the entire bulging part of it in her small mouth. Her blue eyes were wide open.

Oh, how that must taste! Betty thought. And how huge it is! Joyce's mouth must feel really stuffed!

Still, the little girl was able to work her mouth forward and back in response to Uncle Jim's instructions, though only an inch or so each way, and Betty could tell that she was sucking on the nasty thing as if it were a lollipop!

Betty could scarcely believe what she was seeing. It was so gross! Yet it continued to thrill her, and she didn't understand why.

She squirmed on her chair, her little pussy getting hotter and hotter. Delia kept glancing at her from the comers of her dark, calculating eyes x while she tended the camera.

Joyce pumped her small mouth faster across the ridge of Uncle Jim's stiff, projecting cock. She seemed really to enjoy what she was doing.

Suddenly Jim pushed her back, and his cock exploded, spurting thick, whitish fluid all over Joyce's startled face.

"Oooooh. my goooooodness!" Betty said breathlessly as she stared at it.

Delia pulled the draperies shut and turned to the little girl. "That was interesting, wasn't it?" she said.

"Yes!" Betty admitted. "But I don't know how Joyce could stand it."

"Why, your friend was enjoying herself. Couldn't you tell?"

"Well ... she seemed to be. But that last part ... I don't know."

"That wasn't bad. However," Delia said, moving closer, "if you think you wouldn't like that, there's a way you could have a lot of fun without it happening."

"How?" Betty wanted to know.

"Go into the next room and lie down on the bed with me." She began to caress the child's sleek bobbed hair. "Since I'm a woman, I couldn't spurt that stuff on you."

"But ... but ... "

"Let's try it, shall we-just kiss and fool around. Okay?"

Delia urged young Betty to her feet, and the child found that her knees were wobbly. Still, she was able to walk, and she did so, letting the woman guide her from the room.

Betty's mind was in a turmoil. She was fascinated by what she had seen her friend do with Uncle Jim, and it was true that Joyce seemed to enjoy having him stroke her and kiss her between the legs. Betty had enjoyed just looking at it, and now she felt very hot down there.

But what would it be like to play that way with a woman. She had never imagined such a thing.

However, she hadn't thought about letting a man play with her, either, and that had really looked like fun ... up to a point. Maybe it would be even better with a woman.

She went with Delia into the next room ...