Chapter 5
It was dark and still in the house. The doors of the three bedrooms were closed. Ben was asleep soundly behind his door, as was Dianne, behind hers. But Tara was not asleep. She was wide awake and naked. She had perfumed her body after bathing, and then had powdered her luscious, young, shapely body.
She turned the light off in her bedroom and stood there for several moments, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. A half-hour had gone by since Dianne and Uncle Ben had gone to sleep. Tara looked around her bedroom. She could now easily see, her eyes having made the adjustment to darkness. She smiled to herself. The slit between her tender thighs was warm and parting and moist and ready for fucking. Just thinking about it had excited her to the ready point.
She took a deep breath and, naked, stepped out of her room. She closed the door gently behind her. She was in the darkened hallway. She felt the thick carpet under her bare feet. She felt wild and wicked standing there in the dark in the hall totally naked, perfumed and powdered and ready for screwing for the first time in her young life.
She slowly walked down the dark hall toward her uncle's closed door. She was scarcely breathing. Her heart was slamming so heavily in her rib cage that she was sure it could be heard. Down the thickly-carpeted, darkened hallway she walked, swaying her beguiling hips sensuously, unconsciously, her naked, warm thighs rubbing together, her pussy hot and thrilling with anticipated excitement.
She had no trouble seeing. She reached his door. Her hand trembled as she reached out to take the doorknob. Then she felt the cold brass of the doorknob in the trembling grasp of her hand. She took a deep breath. She turned the knob slowly, slowly. The door opened silently. She nervously opened the door, an inch at a time. She peered into the dark room. There was no moon out so no light filtered in through the windows, through the drawn shades.
She saw the bulky form of her uncle on the bed. His breathing was deep and slow and regular. He was asleep. She stepped into his bedroom, her body shivering with excitement. She pressed the door shut, breathing more easily when it didn't make a sound. Her uncle groaned in his sleep and rolled over onto his back. His groan and his movement momentarily frightened her. She steadied herself and took a faltering step toward his bed.
He had a light blanket covering his sleeping body. It covered only up to his stomach. He was bare chested. She wondered with a thrill if he slept in the raw. She prayed that he did. That would make things so much more simple.
She walked, swaying, over to his bed. When she reached the edge of the mattress, she paused. It was a very wide bed, wider than king-size; it was a wide, long, custom-made bed. He was sleeping just to the right of the center of the bed, leaving plenty of room for her in it. She took another deep breath, then she lifted the blanket and carefully slipped into the bed drawing the blanket up over her waist. Her breasts heaved with excited breathing.
He shifted and moaned softly as her weight entered the bed, but he did not wake up. Tara knew exactly what she would do. She had carefully planned her every move before she had walked out of her bedroom. She had had more than a half-hour to think things through. She knew her plan by heart. She prayed that it would work as she had imagined and hoped that it would.
She lay in the bed, tense and unmoving on her back, for a long moment. She was nervous. But her mind and body were inflamed by the many lurid pictures that she had seen in her sleeping uncle's small library of pornography. She wanted to experience and do everything that she had seen so luridly portrayed in those books. But she had to first take her initial step.
The initial step was to seduce him in his sleep, making him believe, in his aroused, sleep state, that she was Dianne or some other woman. She trusted that the darkness and his sleepiness would make him fail to notice that it was she-Tara-in bed with him. He would take her, not knowing who she was. He would take her virginity with his hard cock. She wanted that so badly. She wanted to lose her virginity so that she would be free to know and feel all the delights that she imagined lay in store for her.
She slowly rolled over in the bed, kicking the blanket off her lovely young, naked body. She was now lying just an inch away from his sleeping form.
She eased her slender leg over toward him, let it hover momentarily over his body and then with her toes, lifted the blanket, completely exposing his naked body. She stared at his nakedness in the darkness. Her eyes could make out every outline of him. It was not as black as pitch, there was enough light, and that, combined with her adjusted vision to the dark, permitted her to see. She saw his chest rise and fall in deep rhythm as he breathed. She saw the bulge of his belly, the soft rolls of fat at his waist. He was not Tara's ideal of what her first lover should be. But she wanted him.
She glanced down his body. She looked greedily at the juncture of his thighs and saw what she wanted. There, limp and innocent in sleep, lay his cock, nestled against his hairy right thigh. She had seen it fully erect, and it had been a sight for her young eyes to behold. She had seen it plunging in and out of her sister's yearning pussy. She had seen the unremitting thrills that it had given
Dianne.
He was laying there on his back, asleep, uncovered. She rolled over onto her side and snuggled in close to him, pressing her voluptuous young body to his. He sighed in his sleep. She smiled to herself. She put her moist lips close to his ear and began to breathe warmly into it. She began to whisper his name. He grumbled in his sleep and rolled over toward her.
His body rolled against hers. They were now lying face to face, on their sides, their bodies pressing together. A charge of desire ran through her as she felt his naked closeness, felt the hair on his chest tickle over her fast-hardening nipples. She loved the feel of his hairy legs against her smooth legs. But most of all, she loved the feel of his limp prick against her warm thighs.
"Oh, darling, I want you again," she whispered to him. He was still asleep. He mumbled. She repeated her soft statement and then gently pressed her moist, parted lips to his, dragging her tongue over his lips.
He was still asleep, but he began to respond, instinctively. His arms went around her and gathered her young, willing body in close to his.
"Honey girl," he mumbled. He thought that she was Dianne! Tara struggled to suppress a giggle. She began to rub her body against his, teasing him, kissing over his face with tender passion, trying to arouse him.
And then she felt his response. She felt his cock slowly hardening against her thighs. She pressed her throbbing pussy mound against it, rubbing it slowly back and forth. All the while she whispered to him.
"Darling," she whispered. "I want you again. Oh, I need you, darling. Please, darling, take me."
He seemed to understand. He began to kiss her. But he still seemed asleep. Tara did not care. She was enjoying her forbidden game.
Tara began to tease him in earnest. Lust thundered hotly in her mind. She ran her fingers over his naked body, caressing him where he was sensitive. Her eyes glowed lustfully as she taunted him. He suddenly reached out with his arm and pulled her closer. He ran his hands down over her yearning breasts. His hands roamed over her sides, her waist, her flat stomach, her full flaring hips, and then over her rounded buttocks, down to her thighs. She loved it. She sighed. His hands were now moving slowly over her, back up to her breasts, rubbing over her tensed nipples, over the length of her quivering, alive body.
Tara's heart nearly stopped when she heard a low animal-like groan suddenly erupt from him. She felt his now fullyerect prick jerk forward and poke at her moist mound as they lay there, on their sides, close together, naked, facing each other. His left hand cupped and caressed her heaving, naked tit, while his other hand fondled her buttocks. She sighed and whispered endearments to him.
Ben was waking up. He was becoming aware that a girl, naked and pressing close, was in bed with him. He thought it was Dianne. He was still too deep in the web of sleep to know that it was not Dianne. He became aware of his aching erection, of his need to have her.
"You're so lovely," she heard him say in a sleep-drugged voice.
"And you're my wonderful lover, darling. Oh, I want you again."
"I want you, honey girl."
His hand moved softly down her back, over her spine, to the flaring twin globes of her firm ass. She sighed to his touch, and felt him using the hand on her buttocks to move her mound in closer to his hard prick.
"You're so young and lovely," he breathed, still too close to sleep to fully understand what was happening.
"Oh, my darling, my lover," she sighed, kissing him, snaking her tongue in between his parted lips. He sucked her tongue, making her groan.
He was so tender. His voice and his hands were gentle. She felt the bed give way as he shifted. She hugged her heaving, naked body close to his, thrilling to the feel of him. She trembled as his hands moved over her, feeling every secret dip and curve of her young and lovely body.
"I love your hands, darling, feel me up," she hummed low in her throat.
"So young and beautiful," he breathed.
She lay languidly for a moment against his naked body. He gazed down at her with slitted, sleepy eyes, not able, in the darkness, to know who she was. Her body shivered deliciously as his hands moved down over her soft, round buttocks, down over the back of her thighs. She could hear his breathing becoming more rapid as he ebbed up from sleep.
"Ohhhhhh," she murmured as he ran his hands over her in a long, lingering, slow caress, setting her more hotly on fire.
The shimmering moons of her buttocks tightened and heaved as she jammed herself in closer to him. She parted her thighs and then quickly jacked them together catching his hard prick in the gripping, pressing, satiny warmth. She loved the way his expert hands played over her quivering flesh. Her body clung to his as his hands worked slowly over her. His hands caressed in a slow, small circle over her buttocks, pressing the twin globes together, then pulling them apart.
"Ummm, sooo nice," she purred.
He cupped the cheeks of her buttocks, squeezed them hard, and then dragged his finger teasingly along the deep crease, making her groan. His finger came in thrilling, wet contact with the satin-soft down of her blonde pubic hair that curled around her yearning slit. He pressed his finger in slightly between the moist lips of her vagina and her hips jerked spasmodically. The touch of his finger sent a jolt of sensation through her nervous system, making her nearly cry out.
And then he turned her over onto her back. She lay there, sighing, breathing deeply, lips parted, eyes half-closed, her thighs spread apart and ready for the delicious contact that would take virginity from her. His hands traveled over every secret hollow, swell and indentation of her pink, glowing body.
She mewed like a cat as his hands moved over her. She gasped and quivered in response to his knowing caresses. Her body was aflame as desire licked like a flame over her. The hot flame of lust licked at her soft, warm, inner thighs, the tips of her hard, extended nipples. Her vagina was now the burning core of her need.
"Oh, my darling lover, I want you sooooo," she whispered.
"And I want you, honey. God, do I want you."
His words were slurred from sleep. He pressed his lips down over hers. He felt the rigid, spearing thrust of her tongue as it shot into his mouth, questing. His hands continued to caress her. Down over her yawning thighs his hand passed and her thighs parted wider, welcoming him. He could feel the heat and moisture of her pulsing slit as his hand cupped over her heaving mound.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed again and again, as she felt her young, virgin mound in the cup of his hand. Her tongue slashed deep into his mouth and circled and danced against his tongue.
Her eager passion made him into a torch of desire. She was writhing and twisting beneath him with shameless, utter abandon. As he hovered over her he felt her arms reach up to pull him down closer to her unresisting thighs, to the wet, throbbing core of her slit. She was his, in total, loving surrender.
"Put it in me, darling," she purred urgently.
He gasped as he felt her hand reach down between their straining bodies to grasp with firm fingers his throbbing, rigid flesh. Her fist began to move slowly up and down on his aroused shaft, making him grunt and twitch his hips. His cock bumped against her mound. Her fingers were torturing his hard cock, teasing up and down, pausing on the sensitive knob of his arousal. He could feel the brush of her damp, blonde pubic hair as she rubbed the head of his cock against it. She was delighted as she felt, for the first time, the hard push of a man's cock against the tight, burning lips of her cunt.
"I want you in me, in me, darling," she groaned.
"I want it, too."
The smooth warmth of her pussy rubbing against the knob of his prick was almost too much for both of them to stand. Again and again his cock, in the clutch of her fingers, grazed over her wet, warm split. She loved the heavy, hard feel of his prick in the clutch of her caressing fingers. She loved the way she was teasingly bumping it over her quivering, waiting cunt, so warm and lubricated.
But he did not rush. He did not hurry the final thrust.
"Take meeeee," she cried. "Yessss. Soon."
"Noooowwwww."
"Soon. It's better this way."
"Noooo! Now!"
She was out of her mind with her tortured need. And still he hovered over her, delaying the final plunge that would join them together, man and girl. He delayed the final plunge that would sever her hymen and fuse them together in a wet, slamming, pulsing mating of a middle-aged man and a fifteen-year-old girl. Uncle and niece. She was surrendered to him, begging to admit his hardness into her soft tunnel.
"Sink it in me, darling," she urged, churning her craving mound against his hard cock. "Sink it deep into me. Oh, please. Now. I need you socoo much. Fuck me. Now. Now. Now."
She wanted to remember everything that was happening. She wanted to savor every moment, wanted to record indelibly in her memory the final plunge and the sweet seduction. She concentrated her entire young being on the wicked trick that she was playing on her uncle. She wanted forever to remember the most important moment of all, the moment when his thick cock fucked deep into her, driving all the way up her tunnel, deep, up into her belly, tearing her virginity away in one sure, hard, deep thrust.
But he was still delaying the final push.
Tara clutched at him, trying to pull him down, to shove his cock in. She groaned and cursed and gasped as cream seeped from between her parted and ready pussy lips. Her body arched up after his as he continued to hover over her, delaying the final, downward slam of his body. Her legs were wide apart. Her thighs were wet from the delicious hunger that pulsed in her slit.
Tara's lovely young face was a study of indescribable rapture. Her moist lips were parted as she sighed. Her eyelids fluttered. Her tongue flickered in and out and licked over her lips. His cock head pressed firmly, without penetrating, against the liquid slick lips of her pink and open cunt. The silky, damp, blonde hair around her slit was parted by the huge knob of his thick, hard pole. The tip of his cock glistened with the juice of her wet desire as it rubbed back and forth over her yearning trench.
"Ohhhhh. In me. Put it in me, darling lover," she sighed. She crooned and begged as she felt the wet contact of his cock head on the heated slit of her mound. She wanted now, desperately, to finally be impaled on his hard rod. She wanted the taste of being fucked fully, wanted desperately to be finally robbed of her cherry.
She dizzily felt the roll of his balls over her inner thighs as her hand caressed up and down along the full length of his arousal. Her loins were hot as they felt the unbearable torture of his hard cock, so close and yet so far away.
"Please fuck me now," she begged.
"Yesss," he hissed, not able to deny, either himself or the girl he thought to be Dianne, anymore.
She looked up at him through fluttering eyelids, her eyes dilated with passion and wonder and need.
"Fuck me," she pleaded with a desperate whisper.
He shifted his body. He fitted himself directly between her open thighs.
"Put it in, honey," he said hoarsely.
"Yess!" she said, hardly able to believe it was finally about to happen.
He could feel that she was wet and open. Her cunt was throbbing in anticipation.
"You're really ready, aren't you ? " he smiled in the dark, not able to distinguish that it was Tara to whom he was speaking.
"Oh, God, am I," she breathed.
"Here we go, honey. Ready?"
"Yes!"
And then it happened. The head of his prick moved into her parted virgin lips with a long, slow, smooth stroke.
"Ohhhhh," she sobbed. It was going in! For the first time! She felt it! She loved the plunging feel of his cock entering her virgin lips.
"So tight," he breathed.
His cock pushed in slowly, gently. There was a moment of slight resistance as the knob of his rod probed and pushed at her tender virgin's hymen. She felt a moment of pain. Then the hymen broke. For an instant, the pain was intense, but only for a moment. She now was no longer a virgin. The moment of the breaking of her cherry was indelibly etched in her young mind. The pain was flashing but only lingered for a second. Then his cock moved into the soft, warm cave of her vagina. The wet walls of her cunt clasped the drilling intruder moistly and firmly, hungrily. The feeling was so delicious that she nearly passed out. The clamping walls of her vagina round his slowly drilling cock nearly drove Ben wild.
"So lovely and young and tight," he groaned.
"Ohhhhh too good, sooooo good. God I love it!" she sighed as all pain subsided and she began to fully enjoy her first impalement on a man's prick.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, pulling her lovely breasts firmly against his hairy chest. His cock, long and hard, slid deeper and deeper into the warm, soft, moist cavern of her pussy.
"I'm being fucked," she sad to herself in thrilling excitement. It was almost too good for her to bear.
Her lovely young body, finally deflowered, jerked and twisted as she moaned and thrashed under him, meeting him thrust for thrust, with passion so full and burning that it overcame her total lack of experience. She was moving under him like a living flame. He had never in his life felt such an impassioned response. It whipped him on to greater effort to please her.
Her nostrils flared as she gave herself to him with untamed animal desire. She was as if in a fit, a fit that drove both of them up higher and higher to exploding emotion. Her heaving body was slick with a sweet film of perspiration as she labored with inspired gyrations beneath him. They were both now wildly racing toward the final crashing climax as they fucked each other like two people gone mad.
"Ohhhh, God, soooo great, sooo gooooooooood," she cried as she slithered her strong young body to his, her hands now gripping his wildly pumping ass cheeks, as they rose and fell with lightning speed as his cock drilled in and out of her raped pussy.
The strength of her young, clinging thighs and hips surprised him. He thrilled to the clasping suck of her cunt as the violated lips clasped and unclasped around his hard, slick, drilling cock.
He fucked her wildly now, unthinkingly, inspired by her inspired young performance. She was tingling from the tips of her toes to the top of her tossing head. In and out of her young pussy his jabbing cock thundered. When he drove it in to the hilt, his heavy-sperm-filled balls slapped resoundingly against her heaving, tightly-clenched ass. Each jab of his cock brought a mewing cry from her. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes were glazed over as she took the newness of it all with bursting, burning lust. She couldn't believe that it was happening. It was and she loved it as she had never loved anything in her life. She felt, as she pulsed her young pussy against his raping cock, as if she were born for this, and this alone. She loved it. She felt no pain, only delicious, tingling sensations that were more powerful and wonderful than anything she had ever felt. This was the end of the world for Tara.
"I love it, love it," she sobbed.
"You're fantastic," he gasped as he pumped his throbbing cock in and out of her creamy pussy.
Twisting and writhing beneath him, she was unable to control the desire that now possessed her. Her lips curled back over her white teeth as she gave herself to him with desperate need. Her arms clutched him tightly and her nails raked over his back. Her fingers dug into the trench between his churning buttocks as he pounded up and down over her thrashing body.
The wet sucking in-and-out sound of cock entering and withdrawing from pussy filled the bedroom. He lunged over her with pile-driving tempo and she answered every thrust without letup, never tiring, wanting more, loving the way he was ravishing her.
She grunted as she labored on beneath him. His hands ran over her heaving ass and felt the soaked pubic hair surrounding her raped cunt. The clinging lips of her pussy were locked on his thrusting cock like a tight rubber mouth. Moisture, creamy and hot, dribbled out of her fucked slit and ran over the crevice of her buttocks.
They were both slippery with sweat. She churned under him with untamed, unpracticed and inspired gyrations as her ravenous body asked for more and more and more. She flailed her pussy at his jabbing cock with ecstatic abandon. She was crazed. She twisted and jerked and curled her middle at him, her thighs, wide-spread and gripping, sucked him down, down, down into her heaving trench.
"Deep. Hard. Deeper, harder, faster. Fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, yes," she gasped, begging for more, still more.
She felt as if she were going to die from the wonderful feeling. She was close to her orgasm. He was close to his. She swung her soft thighs up, waving and rotating her buttocks, spiraling her cunt, crazily meeting his plunging cock.
"Now! Dammit I'm coming. Coming!" she screamed hotly, feeling it come over her blindingly for the first time.
She squealed and locked her legs around his heaving ass. She thrashed at him with total abandon. She arched and held tight, as if for life. She was a quivering, jerking thing, now in the grip of her orgasm. Her come drowned his driving cock. Her ass slapped up and down with fantastic speed on the groaning mattress.
Jets of come shot from his cock. She felt the hot drive of his come spurting deep into her climaxing vagina. It thrilled her beyond recall. It was too much, too much.
Her creaming clasping, pussy lips crushed in on his jetting cock, making him cry out as he fountained his sperm deep into her. Every load of sperm that he dumped inside of her made them cry out in unison. He gripped the cheeks of her ass as they gyrated round and round and up and down.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." she sobbed, tears streaming down her lovely, flushed cheeks. Never had anything felt so good.
He rasped in his throat as he viciously rammed his cock in and out, emptying a huge load of sperm inside of her climaxing vagina. His erupting cock spurted its all as it dipped in and out of her pulsating pussy. Her cunt was so young and tender and yielding and clasping. They cried out their passion as his cock, locked in the hungering lips of her mound, drained every drop of sperm from his aching, swaying balls.
She whimpered and clutched him closer with her arms, feeling as if she would die any second for the wonderful feel of it all. Her soul felt as if it were shattering as he exploded his all, squirting his sperm deep inside of her open, sucking pussy.
And then, finally, it was over. He lay on her, exhausted. The embrace between middle-aged uncle and fifteen-year-old niece was lewd. Their limbs were interlocked. She vividly felt every subsiding throb of her climax, as his cock, now drained of all sperm, lay buried deep inside of her.
He lay on her, heaving for breath, for a long while. Tara loved the weight of him on her, loved the wonderful feel of his prick in her creamy tunnel. It had happened! She was no longer a virgin ! She was thrilled by this realization. She was a woman at the tender age of fifteen.
As she lay there, holding him close, she could remember every fevered moment of her loss of virginity. She would never forget it. She had no means of comparison, but she believed him to be the most wonderful lover in the world. And, she, a girl-a virgin-had fully satisfied him. She had stayed passionately with him through the whole thrilling, jarring experience. She had more than matched his passion. She had matched him stroke for stroke. She had triumphantly ridden out the climaxing storm. She knew she had been good. She could tell. She had instinctively performed like an inspired woman with abundant experience. She was proud of herself.
Slowly he rolled his body off of hers. She hated to feel his cock slide out of her. She hated to feel his weight leave her. But it was over. She knew there would now be more, much more. And, she knew that he still believed, in the darkness, that he had made love to her older sister, Dianne.
Tara giggled. Ben turned his face to hers. Their eyes met. He was now fully awake. Until this moment he had been blinded by sleep and darkness. Now he stared. He frowned. His eyebrows lifted. His mouth opened with surprise.
"Tara!" he said, stunned.
"In the flesh," she giggled.