Chapter 9
Many times, during the days that followed, shame washed over Ben like waves of filthy water. He at times felt foul, and felt sick to death of himself. He felt like a self-deluded fool. But outwardly he tried to project an image that was clean and worthy. His own feeling of guilt cast an outward shadow that darkened his secret thoughts. He had betrayed his obligation. He could not dodge that burning, lurid fact.
The young girls were another story. They were happily and lustfully bound up in their seething desires. Their center of focus had been distorted by their twin affairs with their middle-aged uncle. Right was not clearly defined as right, no more than wrong was clearly wrong. Their young minds were still uncomplex. And, they were easily molded. Unfortunately, their minds and their souls were being molded by their sexual play with their uncle. He was the adult. In their minds, if it was perfectly natural with him, the adult, then it was perfectly natural with them.
It mattered not to the girls what society demanded of them. They had no conception of society or society's moral values. Dimly, very dimly, they understood, but the bright beam of their relationship with their uncle glared, blinding all else.
They were enjoying themselves. Although they understood that they were not behaving in the sensible, normal pattern established, they didn't dwell on this vague understanding. All that mattered to the girls was their intimate world, a world that was centered on their uncle. All else meant nothing to them. So, it was foreordained that they travel along the down-swaying road to more and more forbidden lust. They found no road blocks barring their journey. The trip was smooth. They hungered to experience every nuance of sex, and their uncle did not stand in their way; rather, he led the way; and, he followed at times gladly when the girls found a new direction in which to plunge, thirsting for deeper and fuller thrills.
The girls didn't waste much time talking about the sexual encounters that they had mutually with Ben. If they were both having him at the same time, it was a shared, burning experience. But, if the girls had him alone, then one sister told the other of what had transpired. The same was true when they ventured sexually outside of the intimate confines of his home. When either of the girls had a sexual experience outside of the home, alone, she hurried back to give her sister a detailed account of her experience.
This sharing of Ben's body, this venturing alone out to taste new sexual pleasures, drew the sisters closer together, closer together than they had ever been. A deep, strong bond now held them close. Age now no longer separated them. It was as if time had been ripped aside. They shamelessly retold sexual encounters to each other. It was all they thought of, all they planned for, all they dreamed of. The girls were obsessed with one thing and one thing only-sex-and for that they had to thank their uncle. He had dramatically changed the flow of their lives.
Tara listened eagerly as Dianne told her about her new experience outside of the house.
"It was really groovy, Tara," Dianne said happily-
"Tell me about it," Tara demanded eagerly of her older sister.
"Oh, it was a gas. The whole thing happened as an impulse. I was wandering downtown. I was on my way home. I was coming home because it was getting so cloudy, and I thought it was going to rain."
"Yes, yes?"
"Well, I was crossing the street by the Strand Theatre. They had one of those foreign pictures playing, 'Double Trouble,' was the English title of the movie. It was made in Sweden. Out of curiosity I looked at the pictures out front and read what the movie was about."
"What is it about?"
"It was about a couple of sisters who lived on a farm with their step-father and uncle. I don't know, it kinda reminded me of me and you living with Uncle Ben," Dianne smiled.
"Crazy. Was the movie any good?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know? You went in to see the picture, didn't you?" Tara asked.
"Sure I went in, on an impulse."
"But if you went in, how come you don't know if the picture's any good, Dianne?" Tara asked, puzzled.
"Oh," she grinned, "other things interested me."
"What other things?"
"Men."
"Men?"
"Yup. Men."
"Tell me! Tell me about what happened," Tara said with excitement
"There were hardly any girls or women watching the movie. Almost all men. And, the place wasn't crowded, only about one-third full at the most."
"Well, what happened?"
"I went in and sat down. Found a seat by myself near the back. There was nobody sitting behind me, and nobody in front of me for a couple of rows. I was minding my own business, watching the picture, not a thought in my head, just kinda killing time and curious about what the picture was about. It was a black-and-white movie," she said, her statement meaning nothing to the excited, impatient, Tara.
"Will you stop beating around the bush?" Tara said, exasperated by the way in which her older sister was delaying the telling of the story.
"Oh, hold your horses."
"How can I? You've got me curious."
"Well," Dianne said, continuing her story, "as I said, I was minding my own business, watching the movie. And then this guy came in."
"What guy?"
"Some geek. He was a tall, skinny guy with a bald head and a long nose. He must have been as old as Uncle Ben."
"Well, what about him?"
"He came in and walked up the aisle, a couple of rows past where I was sitting, toward the middle. He started to go into a row and then he looked back and saw me sitting there all alone with nobody around me."
"Yes? What then? And how did you notice him?"
"I don't know, I just did. Next thing I knew he came back and moved into the row I was sitting in. He sat down in the seat right next to me. That made me think."
"It did?"
"You bet it did. With all the seats, why should he pick to sit down right next to me, huh? You know why."
"He saw you. You were pretty and alone. He was a middle-aged guy . "
"Yes."
"Well, he must have a thing for young girls, then."
"Exactly what I thought, Tara. He was obviously looking for some action. Why else would he sit down next to me?"
"No other reason," Tara giggled. "What happened? What did you do, Dianne?"
"I just sat there and waited for him to make his move. He sat in his seat, shifting around nervously, for maybe five minutes, working up his courage, I guess," Dianne laughed. "Then he just put his hand on my knee."
"Just like that?"
"Yup. Just like that. He just reached over and put his hand on my knee. He didn't even look at me. He had his eyes glued to the screen, as if he didn't know what his hand was doing."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing. I just left his hand there, waiting to see what he'd do next. I think he was scared and nervous. His hand was warm and moist and trembling."
"So the two of you just sat there, his hand on your knee, the two of you with your eyes glued on the screen? How long did that funny game go on?"
"Only about a minute. Then he leaned in toward me and whispered that I was very pretty. I smiled at him and said, thank you. Isn't that a riot?" Dianne laughed.
"It sure is," Tara laughed. "Then what happened?"
"He shifted his position, taking his hand off my knee."
"Why did he do that?"
"Simple. He took the hand he had on my knee and put it around my shoulders. He took his other hand and put it on my knee-well not exactly my knee-a little bit high, just above my knee."
"What did you do?"
"Oh, I sighed and cuddled close to him, resting my head on his shoulder," Dianne giggled. "That really surprised him. I heard him kinda gasp."
"And then what?"
"Well, then I decided to have some fun. I bit him on his ear lobe, and he nearly jumped out of his skin," Dianne grinned. "Then I whispered in his ear."
"What did you whisper?"
"I whispered that if he wanted to neck and feel me up, I was in the mood," Dianne laughed.
"Terrific," Tara laughed musically. "How did he react to that?"
"I thought he was going to faint. But he didn't. We started to neck. At first his big nose got in the way. But he was a good kisser. Boy, did he have a long tongue. He tickled my tonsils with it. Ummm, I'd like to feel his tongue in my pussy."
"Did you?"
"No such luck. But we had fun anyway."
"What happened?"
"He gave me a terrific feel-job while we were . necking. When he found out I wasn't wearing a bra, he went wild. Got his hand up under my sweater and felt me up something terrific. It was yummy."
"He really knew what to do?"
"He sure did. He was ugly as sin, but he kissed great and his hands on my tits were delicious. Ummm, what a wonderful feeling up he gave me. And all the while his hand was moving up my legs. Went up over my stocking tops and began to tease my pussy through my panties."
"What happened?"
"He got his hand under my panties and fingered the hell out of my twat. Christ, he was an expert. I came in nothing flat, creaming all over his finger and hand. It was soooo good I nearly screamed out loud with pleasure, and all the while he was fingering me he was feeling me up and kissing me something fierce. While he was fingering me I got his fly open and took his cock out."
"You did?"
"I sure did," Dianne laughed. "When I got my hand on his pecker he nearly stopped everything he was doing to me. I began to jerk him off while he was finger-fucking my pussy, but I had to stop."
"Why?"
"Because. Because when I jerked his cock he stopped fingering me. I didn't want that to happen. So I just sat there, his finger playing with my pussy, his hand feeling up my tits, him kissing me dizzy, and held his hard-on in my hand. I just held it hard, that's all, didn't move my hand."
"Did he have a big cock?"
"About average. It wasn't too thick. It was kinda long and skinny, if you know what I mean. But it felt mighty nice in my hand, all hard and warm and throbbing. After I came I had to show him my appreciation. So I took care of him."
"How did you take care of him, Dianne ? "
"Well, the poor guy was groaning. If I didn't do something for him he'd end up with blue balls. I couldn't let that happen. So, I yanked his pants and shorts part-way down and began to give him the business."
"How, how?"
"I got down on my knees, pushed his legs apart, and gave him a blow-job."
"You sucked him off right there in the movie house?" Tara blinked at her sister.
"I sure did. He was a nice mouthful. His cock was just right. Not too fat. It was an easy mouthful. I sucked him dry, really sucked him dry when he came."
"Gee, you really have nerve," Tara said with admiration.
"It did take nerve. But we didn't get caught. After I sucked his cock dry, he was blubbering like a little boy. He seemed to go crazy. I swear, no more than two minutes after I finished blowing him, he dragged up his pants and ran out of the theatre."
"Weird, that's really strange."
"It sure is. I couldn't figure it out. And, sucking his cock got me all hot and bothered again. I sat there after he ran out, steaming and hot."
"And then you left the movie and came home ? "
"Nope."
"You didn't? You mean you stayed there?"
"Yes, I did. You see, what I didn't know was that two guys had sat down two rows behind us after we started necking and all. We were so involved with each other we didn't even notice it when the two men came in. Well, about a minute after the guy ran out, these two guys moved in on me."
"Gee. What happened? Did they hurt you or anything ? "
"Naw," Dianne laughed. "The two guys came into the row I was sitting in from different directions. One came in from the right, the other from the left. They sat down next to me, one guy in the seat on my right, the other guy in the seat to my left. They didn't waste any time, either."
"What do you mean, Dianne?"
"They told me that they saw what I was doing with the guy that had run out. They wanted some of the same. I was so hot and bothered, I couldn't resist them. They had me cornered between them."
"What were they like ? " Tara asked.
"They were both about as old as the first guy-in their forties, I guess. Not bad looking. A lot better looking than the guy I had let finger me."
"What did they say and do?"
"The both of them started to kiss me and feel me up at the same time. It was wild. Christ, four hands feeling me up at once. It drove me wild. I got both of their flies open and played with their hard cocks. Both of their cocks were bigger than the guy's I sucked off. They pulled my sweater up and felt me up and sucked on my tits, making me go crazy. Then they both fingered me. One fingered me while the other sucked my tits. I was being kissed and felt up and fingered at the same time. They did it to me twice, taking turns. I came twice, once when each guy fingered me. They ripped my panties. One of the guys took my panties and stuffed them in his pocket. While those guys were working me over I was jerking them both off at the same time. They both came, all over the backs of the seats in front of us," Dianne laughed. "White sticky cream all over those seats."
"Boy, you really had a wild time," Tara said to her older sister with admiration and lust showing on her lovely young face.
"That isn't all that happened."
"You mean more happened?" Tara said with disbelief.
"Yes," Dianne grinned wickedly. "They both made me blow them."
"They did?" Tara said with excitement.
"Yup. I sucked them both off, the same way I did the first guy. Boy, did they blow their loads in my mouth! I thought after I jerked them off they wouldn't have much cream left in their peckers, but, boy, was I ever wrong! They both shot terrific loads in my mouth. I swallowed it all down. It was delicious!"
"I'll bet it was!" Tara said hotly.
"After we got through, the guys wanted to take me out with them. I didn't think that was a good idea. I was afraid that if I told them I wouldn't, they might get mad and hurt me or force me. You can never tell. So, I told them to wait for me while I went to the ladies room to freshen up."
"Did they wait?"
"Who knows? I never came back," Dianne laughed.
"You mean you ran out of the theatre?"
"No. Not exactly."
"What do you mean, Dianne?"
"The usher stopped me as I was going to leave."
"Oh!"
"He said he'd seen everything that had been going on. And he had. He described everything that I'd done. He'd been watching, hidden, in the back of the theatre."
"What did he do to you?"
"He said if I didn't do the same thing for him that I'd done for those three men, he'd turn me in and get me in trouble. That scared me. If he told Uncle Ben it would be awful. I had no choice. I told him I'd do whatever he wanted me to do."
"What did you do?"
"He took me up to the balcony. The balcony was closed and roped off. We were alone up there. He made me strip naked and then he stripped naked, too. He was only about twenty and he had a terrific build and he was hung like a horse, his cock was even bigger than Uncle Ben's."
"That's impossible. Uncle Ben has the biggest cock in the world," Tara said.
"Not true. The usher's was bigger and fatter. Well, we just laid down on the carpet and he started to feel me and kiss me, driving me crazy. When he really had me hot to trot, he made me suck him off."
"You blew him, too?"
"Yep. He was the fourth guy I sucked off in the movie. I never did get to see the movie," Dianne laughed. "I nearly choked on his cock, it was so big and thick. It hurt my jaws I had to open my mouth so wide to suck on his cock. And, man, did he give my throat a bath when he came! Gee, I nearly drowned swallowing all of his come!"
"Too much," Tara laughed. "Did he let you go after you gave him a blow-job?"
"Are you kidding? like fun he let me go. And, I didn't want to go. I'd satisfied him, but I was still burning up. He ate me. He really ate me. Chewed on my hot pussy like he hadn't eaten in a year. He was fantastic. I came three times while he ate me. He didn't seem to want to stop. And then, after I came the third time, he fucked me."
"He fucked you, in the balcony, on the floor?"
"He sure did. He fucked me so hard and so good that I passed out when I came. He blew a huge load in me. His cock was so big I thought it was going to tear my poor cunt in two. But it didn't. It just felt wonderful, filling me up, shoving in and out, hard and long and thick. He was a great fuck. One of the greatest."
"And then what happened?"
"I was beat when he got through with me. I left him there in the balcony, went to the ladies room, freshened up and left the theatre. My pussy was sore. It'd been fingered so many times, and it had been eaten and fucked like crazy. I had had it."
"So you came home."
"Right. Oh, did I tell you that the usher was a nigger?"
"No! Are you kidding?"
"Nope. He was big and black as the ace of spades."
"Golly! Dianne, you fucked a nigger and sucked his black cock and let him finger you and feel you and eat you?"
"I sure did. And loved every minute of it. I gave him my phone number, and he gave me his. We're going to see a lot of each other, A girl'd be crazy to let a lay like him get away," Dianne laughed.
"Did you feel funny fucking a colored boy?"
"No. I felt great. I loved it. There was something so wild and crazy about sucking his cock. It looked so black in my white hand. And his body against mine, his so black, mine so white-crazy and groovy. He was the end. If I hadn't had him I'd say Uncle Ben is the best. But even Uncle Ben can't beat that black boy!"
"Would you mind if I took a swing at him ? "
"No. As long as you don't cramp my style. You can get together with him at the movie. Go up to him and tell him you're my sister. Then go up to the balcony with him and fuck your brains out. Share and share alike," Dianne grinned.
"I'm going to go down there tomorrow."
"Anxious, aren't you ? " Dianne teased her little sister.
"You bet I am!"
"Well, you go get him, then," Dianne laughed. "By the way, what were you doing while I was gone?"
"Oh, I was having some fun with Uncle Ben," Tara grinned.
"Is that right ? Why don't you tell me all about it?"
"I'm dying to, Dianne. I have a marvelously wild time with him. Did something I've never done before, and boy, did it ever work!"
"Tell me-don't tease me like I teased you, Tara."
"Oh, I'll tell it my way," Tara said with a grin. "I got the idea from one of his books."
"What books ? "
"You know-those books I showed you. The dirty books."
"Oh, those. What idea did you get from the book that you used on him?"
"Well, you remember that story where the girl was spanking her father?"
"You didn't!" Dianne said with surprise.
"I sure did," Tara laughed.
"I don't believe you. He wouldn't let you do that to him. No. He never would."
"He did. I'm telling the truth."
"Well, tell me how it happened," Dianne said, still not believing her sister.
"Uncle Ben'd been out drinking with one of his clients. He was pretty high and feeling no pain when he came home. When he came in he was laughing and full of juice. He pinched me and grabbed me and hugged me and kissed me, and began chasing me around."
"You mean you ran away?"
"Sure. It was like a game. It was fun. He wanted to get laid. Of course, I was agreeable, I always am," Tara laughed.
"So?"
"So we went up to his bedroom and he began to make a long speech about how different things had been for him when he was our age. He told me that his father used to whip him with a strap when he was bad. When he said that, something went click in my mind-I remembered those pictures in the book of the girl spanking her father."
"So you just gave him a spanking?" Dianne said sarcastically.
"Oh, don't be that way. Let me tell you how it happened. As I said, he was tipsy and feeling playful. I was feeling playful, too. And when I remembered that book, I got the idea."
"How did you pull it off, Tara?"
"It was really easy. He was high, and about ready to go along with most anything. Well, when he told me that story about his father spanking him with a belt, I got the idea. I began playing a game with him, and he played right along. I began to make believe that I was his father."
"You've got to be kidding," Dianne laughed. "You playing his mother is silly enough, but playing his father is a joke."
"That's why it worked, I think. I began to lecture him in as deep a voice as I could. It sounded funny, and he laughed. We both laughed, and the game was started. I began strutting around the room, giving him orders, making believe I was his father."
"And what did he do?"
"He laughed and played along, saying, yes daddy, I'll be a good boy, daddy, and like that."
"It's simply unbelievable, Tara," Dianne said.
"When I think about it now, I realize how unbelievable it is. But when it was happening, it didn't seem that way. It was just a game."
"You mean he acted out the part of the son, and you the part of the harsh father?"
"That's exactly right," Tara laughed.
"Oh, Tara, that's rich," Dianne laughed. "By the way, where is Uncle Ben now ? "
"Sound asleep, sleeping off the whacking I gave his behind, plus his drunk, plus the way I wore him out," Tara grinned.
"Well, tell me all about it. I want all the details." Dianne said eagerly.
"Well, finally, I told him that he was being a bad, bad boy. He began to whimper and beg me to forgive him. But I'd have none of that. I told him to take off his pants, get himself bare ass."
"And did he?"
"After a lot of protesting on his part and shouting in a deep voice on my part, he bared his ass to me."
"Honest to God?"
"Honest to God."
"Wild, that's really wild, Tara. Oh, I wish I was here to watch."
"You'll get plenty of chances."
"I will?"
"Sure. I made him lay over my lap, his bare bottom upturned and white and vulnerable. I had taken his strap from his pants."
"You didn't use the strap on him, did you ? "
"I sure did."
"Unbelievable. I thought you'd paddle him with your hand."
"Well, he did talk about how his father spanked him with a belt. So, I simply played out the part of his father, that's all."
"And he let you do it to him?"
"I told you he lay over my lap, bare ass. I was sitting on the chair in his bedroom. He whimpered as he lay there, begging me not to spank him. And then, whack!"
"Whack?"
"Yes, whack. I brought that leather belt right down, hard, over his naked behind. He screamed and twisted on my lap, but I held him there."
"He tried to get up?"
"Yes. But he didn't really try too hard," Tara laughed. "If he really wanted to get up, he could have. He's bigger and stronger than I am. I couldn't have stopped him."
"So he just let it happen then? He cooperated?"
"That's right, Dianne. He lay there, bare ass, over my lap, kicking and shouting, but not really trying to get away."
"You know, Tara, that's kinda weird," Dianne said softly.
"Yeah, I know. But it was fun, too. Well, I gave him a hard whack with the belt on his bare ass. It left a red welt. You should have seen it."
"I wish I had!"
"It really was a dark red welt. For a minute it scared me. I was afraid I'd really hurt him. And I had to be careful not hit him in the balls with the belt."
"Girls are a lot easier to spank that way," Dianne laughed.
"Isn't that the truth? We have no balls, but sometimes I think girls have more balls than boys, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean. And I agree with you. But go on with your story."
"After I realized that I hadn't really hurt him, I began to give him a real good spanking. I got excited doing it. Really excited."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know how to explain it, Dianne. All I know is I got a big charge out of spanking him. A sexual charge, you see. I got hot and bothered as I pounded his behind with the belt. Boy, did I lay the leather to him."
"I'll bet you did," Dianne laughed. "At heart you're a mean little bitch."
"How can you say that?" Tara said with a mock pout. "Well, anyway, he was squirming around like crazy on my lap as I spanked him. My arm was flailing up and down in tempo, and the belt beat a tattoo over his behind. Angry red welts began to crisscross his poor behind. He tried to cringe his aching behind away from the strap I was using on him, but I wouldn't let him get away. I was having myself a big time. Oh, you should have seen his ass. All of it was welted and so red. It was flaming and he was kinda sobbing after a while, giving himself up to the thrashing I was giving his behind. I think he got to enjoy it-in fact, I know he did."
"How do you know that ? "
"Well, at first, when I started to give him a licking, he shouted and screamed and tried to hop off my lap, bue after a few minutes of getting spanked by me, he began to moan and groan and make noises. The noises sounded like he was enjoying his pain and humiliation."
"That's probably true. He must have enjoyed it in a perverted way, Tara."
"There's no doubt in my mind. My arm got tired after a while. And I was hot to trot, strangely. And, wonder of wonders. Guess what my spanking Uncle Ben did to him?"
"What did it do to him?"
"It gave him a hard-on," Tara giggled.
"It gave him a hard-on? Are you kidding?"
"No. The harder and longer I spanked him, the harder and longer his prick got. It was rubbing against my thighs as he squirmed on my lap as I spanked him. Yes, the harder and longer I spanked him the more hard-up he got. Weird, huh? And I got hard-up, too."
"What did you do?"
"Well, finally, my arm got so tired I just couldn't spank him anymore. I dropped the belt. He crawled off my lap and lay, face down, on the bed. I took off my clothes, and got him out of his. My pussy was ready. His cock was too. I made him eat me."
"Ummm, sounds delicious. He really knows how to go down on a girl, doesn't he?"
"He sure does! He's the best. We made a sixty-nine out of it after awhile."
"You did?"
"Sure. As much as I love having my pussy eaten, I couldn't forget that big fat prick of his, so hard and ready. So, we crawled around and I got my thighs around his face and squashed my pussy down over his face, got my hot twat right over his mouth. Then he went to town, chewing and licking and sticking his tongue into my box, driving me wild."
"And you were sucking his cock at the same time?"
"I sure was. Him sucking my cunt inspired me. I think I gave him the best blow-job he's ever had-no offense intended, Dianne. I just was soooo inspired by the way he was eating my cunt. I sucked that big cock of his better than I've ever sucked it before, and I've done some pretty inspired sucking on it, as you know," Tara laughed.
"I know," Dianne grinned. "You're a born cock-sucker, same as I am."
"Well, it's better to be a cock-sucker than a cock-teaser," Tara laughed wantonly.
"You better believe it," Dianne said, joining in with her sister's wanton laughter.
"We had a real sucking party. Him sucking on my happy pussy and me sucking on his big cock. God, did he ever let loose a tremendous load in my mouth! Greatest ever! I couldn't even swallow all of his come down. He filled my mouth and throat with it and I couldn't swallow fast enough. A lot of it dribbled out of my lips and ran down my chin. Such a waste. I love to drink it all down, even though it doesn't taste like candy."
"But there's nothing that tastes quite like it once you acquire a taste for it, is there?"
"That's the truth. I guess we've both acquired a taste for it," Tara giggled.
"No doubt about it."
"Well, I came twice before he shot all his creamy come in my mouth. Lordy, I sucked on his coming cock so hard I was surprised I didn't suck his balls down into my mouth," Tara laughed.
"That's really something. So, Uncle Ben has a thing about being spanked, huh? We can really use that to have some fun."
"I was thinking the same thing. But, that's not all."
"Not all ? You mean there's more ? "
"Sure there is," Tara laughed, her young, lovely face flushed with lust as she told her story to her older sister. She pushed a strand of blonde hair back from her forehead.
"Give me all the gory details, then, Tara," Dianne insisted.
"He fucked me in the ass. It was terrific. And then I licked his balls for a long time and dragged my tongue over his ass-hole, really giving him a charge. That got him hard again really quick."
"You were tonguing him in the ass-hole ? "
"Yes. It was wild and weird. He liked it. It made him go wild. I told him I wished I had a cock so I could screw him in the ass. He told me that they make artificial cocks that a girl can strap around her waist and-"
"What? I never heard of such a thing!"
"Neither did I. But it's true."
"What did he tell you about it?"
"He was hot for the idea. He knows where he can buy an artificial cock. He says it looks and feels like the real thing. And, it always has a hard-on."
"Groovy! We can screw him in the ass with it."
"Right. And that's not all we can do," Tara said with a wicked smile.
"What do you mean, Tara?"
"Use your imagination, Dianne. There are times when you and I are hard-up and Uncle Ben's cock is used up and there are no boys or men around to satisfy us."
"Oh ... I see what you mean, I think. Yes! Why you sex-crazy bitch, you," Dianne laughed.
"You get the picture, then?" Tara smiled luridly.
"I sure do. You strap the fake cock on and fuck me. And then I strap it on and fuck you. Right?"
"Right. What do you think of the idea?"
"I think it's great. I'm just as horny as you are any day, and you know it."
"I sure do. It's gonna be fun. We can fuck Uncle Ben in the ass with it and we can fuck each other with it, too. It'll be like we're both boys and girls at the same time. Crazy and wild, huh ? "
"It sure is. When's he gonna buy the artificial cock, Tara?" Dianne asked, very excited.
"Very soon. I really nagged at him. You nag at him too, huh? The more we press him, the quicker he'll get it. And, if he tries to change his mind, we'll just cut off his water."
"I get it. We can refuse to put out for him. Terrific idea. I'd hate to deny him. I want him all the time. But, if he stalls getting the fake cock, it'll be worth doing without. Oh, I can't wait till he gets it," Dianne said with growing excitement.
"Neither can I, Dianne."
"Let's go wake him up and I'll nag him about it."
"I think he's sleeping the sleep of the dead."
"Oh, we can wake him."
"Listen. He fucked me in the pussy. Then I sucked him off-well-not in that order. Then he fucked me in the ass. I made him fuck me be-
"That must have been fun."
"It was. The hard head of his cock kept poking up with every upstroke, from in between the valley between my tits. Every time his cock showed its head I licked it or sucked it. But when he came, wow! I got most of it in the face," Tara laughed. "I got some of it in my mouth, but his cock was jerking like crazy and I got a face full of his come juice."
"That must have looked funny," Dianne laughed.
"I don't know how funny it looked, Dianne. I got some of his come in the eyes."
"Too much," Dianne laughed.
"I don't know about too much, but I got enough in my eyes to satisfy me, I'll tell you," she laughed.
"I wish I was here to watch."
"He ate me again after he fucked me between the tits. His cock was too limp, and even when I sucked on it with all my talent I couldn't get a rise out of it."
"If you couldn't get a rise out of his cock by sucking on it with those talented lips of yours, he must have really been out of gas."
"He sure was. And I think he was getting a hangover. The booze was wearing off from all the fucking and sucking, I guess. So, I made him eat me. I made him eat me for more than a half-hour."
"You didn't!"
"I did! I came six times."
"Six times. Oh, that's great, just great. You must have passed out from all of those thrills."
"Twice. I passed out twice while he had his face buried between my thighs. God, can he eat pussy. He's got to be the best. I love the way he does it. He's got the longest, most talented tongue in the whole wide world."
"You won't get an argument with me about that. He's a terrific pussy eater, our dear old Uncle Ben is," Dianne sighed.
"I could just lie back all day, my legs spread wide apart, and let him use his mouth on my twat. Gosh, I love to have him eat me. Well, anyway, after all that cunt eating, his face was smeared with my creamy pussy juice. You can just imagine how his face looked. All red and shiny and dripping with juice."
"I get jealous of your thrills just thinking about it."
"Well, I got my lips locked on his hard-on again and sucked it good. But I wanted him in me. This time he shoved my legs all the way back so that my thighs were pressed hard against my tits. I was all twisted up. Then he rammed his cock in and fucked me gloriously. I came twice before he finally dumped his load in me. It was terrific. I never did it that way before."
"It sounds like fun. I know it's fun. He's done it to me that way."
"You never told me, Dianne."
"I guess I forgot. I'm sorry."
"That's okay. Well, after that fuck, he was finished. He passed out. I had a terrible time getting us unlocked. When I finally got his cock out of my burning pussy, he was lost to the world. That's how I left him. He was sprawled out on the bed, naked, his cock covered with juice from my pussy, and his face covered with it, too. He never even moved when I kissed him goodbye. He was out like a light, Dianne."
"I think he ought to be waking up now. Your story got me all hot. I need him to service me."
"Gee, if we only had that fake cock we wouldn't have to wake him up."
"I know. All the more reason to wake him up and start to nag him about it."
"You're right, Dianne. Let's go wake Uncle Ben up."
"Okay. But I get to lay him first, okay."
"Oh, all right. Hey, I got an idea."
"What?"
"Make him lay on his back and you climb on his cock and fuck him from the top. That way I'll be able to straddle his face and get him to eat my pussy. We'll both get services the same time if you do it that way."
"Okay. I'm game. Let's go wake him up."
The girls hurried down the hall toward their uncle's room, sex and sex alone burning in their young, fevered, twisted minds.
Where will these girls end up? No one can tell. One thing is certain. Neither Dianne nor Tara will ever be able to lead healthy, normal sex lives. Their minds have been turned toward excess by their uncle. He is the cause. They are the product of his adult shamefulness. Neither girl would ever be able to become a normal, faithful wife to one man. Sex with their uncle, unrestrained, had killed that chance.
The girls were fast becoming sex maniacs, and they had only their uncle to thank. In our society, a sad future awaits these two girls as they grow into womanhood.