Chapter 7
"Have a good night's sleep, Uncle Ben?" Tara grinned impishly as he entered the kitchen.
The girls knew exactly how they were going to handle the situation. They had decided over breakfast. Ben nodded absently. He was dressed in slacks and sport shirt. He was clean shaven. There were deep circles under his eyes. He did not look refreshed by sleep; rather, he looked as if he had had a bad night of restless tossing and turning.
"Gee, Uncle Ben," Dianne smiled, "you look kinda tired. You've got circles and bags under your eyes."
"So I look terrible. What else is new?" he smiled weakly.
He felt uncomfortable. Both girls were there, looking fresh and young and vibrant and innocent. And he had had both of them last night. He didn't know that Dianne and Tara had talked. He was uneasy, didn't know quite how to act. He tried to act relaxed and natural. With a deep sigh he sat down at the table. Dianne poured him a cup of steaming coffee.
"What would you like for breakfast?" Dianne asked.
"Couple of eggs, any way you want to make them," he said.
"Poor Uncle Ben's so tired," Tara said with a mock sympathetic smile as Dianne went over to the stove.
"I'll survive," he said, sipping his coffee.
"You look so tired," Tara smiled.
She walked around behind his chair and bent forward from her waist, pressing her fingers into his neck muscles. She began to slowly massage his neck.
"This'll make you feel better," she crooned.
"That feels good," Ben said.
"Your neck muscles seem all bunched up, Uncle Ben. I'll unknot them, though," Tara said, her fingers caressingly prodding his neck and shoulders.
"Eggs up okay with you?" Dianne asked.
"Fine," Ben said, enjoying the massage Tara was giving him.
Then Tara slowly stopped massaging his neck. She leaned forward, and pressed her fingers to his temples, gently massaging his forehead. As she did, she pulled his head back so that it nestled in the deep valley between her firm, swaying, naked breasts, free and unfettered beneath her sweater.
Ben felt the twin swells of her firm cones. He relaxed as she rubbed her fingers gently over his forehead.
"What you need now is a good rubdown-all over," Tara said in a teasing voice.
"What I need now," Ben corrected, "is breakfast."
"A rubdown would feel better."
"My stomach needs food."
Dianne put the eggs and toast before him on the table. He attacked them with gusto. The girls sat at the table, smiling, watching him eat.
"You slept so late this morning," Dianne said to Ben. "I can't imagine why you look so tired," she lied.
"You're making me feel as if I look like I'm at death's door," Ben said. "I can't look that bad."
"Pretty bad, though," Tara laughed.
They sat and chatted innocently until Ben had finished his breakfast. Then he sat back, lighted a cigarette, and took a sip from his second cup of coffee.
Tara gave him a sly wink when Dianne wasn't looking, and Ben frowned warningly at her. She kicked off her shoe as she sat there chatting with Dianne and Ben. She was a picture of innocence. But beneath the table, she was anything but innocent.
She slid down a bit lower in her chair and stretched out her slender leg under the table. Her bare foot touched Ben's ankle. He looked up, surprised, but didn't know which girl had done it. Both of them looked perfectly innocent above the table.
Tara's foot began to slide up his calf. He felt her toes wiggle, teasing. Ben tried to keep his voice natural, tried to keep his face an impersonal mask.
Tara was getting a charge from what she was slyly doing. She knew that Dianne was not aware of what was going on. And, she knew that Uncle Ben could not tell if it was she or Dianne who was teasing him.
Tara stretched her leg and her foot began to move up, up. It moved caressingly up onto her uncle's thigh, rubbing, teasing. She could see anguish flicker in his eyes. That only spurred her on. And then, finally, after a slow, slow, teasingly slow journey, her bare foot slipped onto her uncle's lap beneath the table, where no eyes could see.
She felt his rising rod under her arch and smiled, taking a sip of orange juice. She liked the idea that her teasing foot had so easily aroused his cock. Sleep had refreshed him where it counted, she grinned to herself. She began to move her foot slowly, gently, bewitchingly, back and forth, to and fro, over his now bulging erection. She loved the feel of his rigid prick under her foot. She curled her toes and pressed home more brazenly her bizarre caress of his swollen prick.
"Um, there's nothing like fresh orange juice," Tara said, the innocence of her face and statement giving the lie to the slow caress her foot was giving his cock.
Tara continued the slow, maddening caress of her foot over Ben's fully aroused pecker. His cock was throbbing under her moving arch and curling toes. Her foot slid round and round and up and down over his huge ridge. And all the while she continued to chatter on as if she were doing nothing at all.
Tara was hugely enjoying the thrilling feel of her uncle's hard cock under her foot. His cock was throbbing under the spell of her little, moving foot. Then Tara decided to push her little game a bit farther. She gave her sister a sidelong glance and Dianne smiled back at her, knowing what was coming next.
"Uncle Ben?" Tara said softly. "Yes?" he said, looking rather nervously, the delicious feel of the caressing foot on his cock, driving him wild with need.
"I'm not wearing a bra. I hate them. Can you tell?"
Ben looked at her young proud, thrusting tits, in the soft, clinging confines of her sweater.
"No. Not really, Tara," he answered, his voice pitched low.
"Weil I'm not wearing one," she giggled. "See!" She smiled wickedly, moving her shoulders, making her firm breasts sway beneath the sweater.
Ben grinned nervously. There she sat, so young and innocent and lovely, a bewitching smile on her beautiful face, making her young tits sway for his eyes.
"Yes. I can see," he said slowly. "I can't say that I approve, though."
"Oh, don't be an old poop," she said. "Dianne's not wearing one either, are you, Dianne?"
"No, I'm not," Dianne laughed. Then she shifted her shoulders and her full tits swayed maddeningly in her tight sweater. The girls sat there at the table, grinning at Ben, shifting their shoulders, swaying their tits. It was too much for him.
"Stop it the two of you," he said harshly.
"Oh, darling Uncle Ben," Dianne said. "We're not hurting anyone. We're just fooling around."
"Well, stop the fooling around, both of you."
"Why should we?" Dianne said. "You like to fool around, too."
"And what exactly do you mean by that?"
"She doesn't mean fool around, Uncle Ben," Tara smiled. "She means you like to fuck around."
"What?"
"You heard me," Tara laughed.
"I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap, young lady," Ben said with indignation.
"Go ahead and wash my mouth out with soap if you want to," Tara said with a lazy grin. "It'll be all the cleaner.to suck your cock with."
Ben looked at her thunderstruck. He turned his furious, confused eyes to Dianne. Dianne was laughing.
"What the hell's going on here?" Ben said. "Don't you know?" Tara said. "Suppose you tell me."
"Okay. I merely said you like to fuck around. Can you deny you don't like fucking around, Uncle Ben?"
"What the hell-"
"You certainly like fucking around with Dianne. And I know for a fact that you like fucking around with me."
"I see-"
"Comes the dawn," Dianne laughed. "So, the two of you got your heads together, ehh?"
"Why not? You got our pussies together, in a manner of speaking," Dianne laughed merrily.
"I don't know if I like this," Ben said lamely.
"You liked it plenty when you fucked me last night. And, from what Tara tells me, you liked it enough last night to fuck her three times. That's why you're so tired looking this morning."
"Yes," Tara said. "And you screwed my little cherry away, too."
Ben felt ill at ease. The girls had the upper hand. Obviously they had planned all of this in advance. He wanted to gain control. As much as he liked plucking their twats, he still wanted to be the man, still wanted to set the tone of their relationship.
"Dianne?" Tara said.
"Yes?"
"Guess what?"
"Uncle Ben's got a terrific hard-on."
"How do you know?"
"I can feel it with my foot. I've been feeling up his prick with my foot since he finished his eggs."
"Is that right?" Dianne said. She turned to Ben. "You've got a lot of nerve, darling."
"I have a lot of nerve?" Ben said.
"Yes, you do. You've been acting so damn proper and prim, and all along you've been enjoying having your cock rubbed by Tara's foot under the table. What a phony you are."
"Well, what was I supposed to do?" Ben said, exasperated. "Was I supposed to say, "Tara, stop rubbing my prick with your foot'? "
"You could have moved back so that you were out of reach of her foot, darling."
"Yes, you could have," Tara said. "But you didn't. You liked it too much."
"Dammit now girls, just hold on a minute."
"Hold onto what, your hard-on?" Tara giggled.
"Now wait a minute, girls," he said, off-balance and confused.
"Come on, darling, stand up and give us a treat," Dianne said.
"Yes, sweetheart, lover, stand up and let us feast our eyes on your big, hard prick," Tara grinned.
"No. Now just wait a minute."
"Come on. Don't be bashful, darling. After all, we've both seen it and both had it in us. Why are you being so bashful. Come on. Be a sport," Dianne teased.
"How did this all happen?" Ben said, as if to himself.
"If you don't know how this all happened, lover, you're in big trouble," Tara said.
"That's not what I mean," Ben said, fighting for control, his cock still throbbing. He felt both girls' bare feet moving onto his stiff cock. "No. Don't. Stop," he groaned as he felt Dianne's foot and Tara's foot rubbing over the hard bone.
"Afraid you'll come in your pants?" Dianne laughed.
"We can't let that happen," Tara said. "That'd be such a waste."
"Come on, darling. Get up and give us a show. Let us see your wonderful hard-on."
Ben felt like a fool. He had no choice. He stood up. Both girls' eyes went heatedly, directly, to the huge, tent-like bulge of his hard-on, fiercely pushing out the material of his trousers.
"My, my, just look at that, will you," Dianne said.
"I'm looking, I'm looking," Tara laughed.
Ben blushed, feeling suddenly awkward and boyish before the young girls. Here he was, a mature, middle-aged man, being made to stand before two teen-aged girls so that they could feast their young, eager eyes on his bulging cock. It was fantastic.
"I think we ought to do something for him, Tara."
"Yes. It must hurt him something awful. It's all choked up in his pants. That's not right."
"It certainly isn't. We ought to help him out."
"Yes. We ought to help him out of his pants."
With wild laughs the girls got up and advanced on Ben. He retreated a step. They were on him, giggling, feeling him, their hands everywhere at cnce, their lips kissing and teasing him.
"You unbuckle, I'll unzip," Dianne said to Tara.
"Right," Tara said eagerly.
Dianne unbuckled his belt while Tara unzipped his fly. His pants sank to the floor. He stood there, the girls laughing, pressing close, his hard-on nearly ripping out of his shorts. Tara's hands and Dianne's hands grasped the elastic waist of his shorts and pulled the waistband far out from his belly. Both girls gazed down and saw the swollen, naked hardness of his aroused cock.
"Wow! Has he ever got a boner!"
"Big and fat and long and hard and beautiful!"
"It looks yummie'"
"Good enough to eat, wouldn't you say."
"I sure would!"
The girls slowly, teasingly, began to lower his shorts down. And then they were down. They pulled them away from his feet and tossed his trousers and shorts aside, laughing. He was naked, from the waist down, before his two eager, giggling nieces. He was now their toy, and he knew it. He staggered helplessly between them, groaning.
Then Ben felt the voluptuous thrill of the girls' hands on his long, thick, hard, throbbing prick.
"Look," Tara grinned, "it's long enough for both of us to get a grip on."
"It sure is. He's a darling stud. Our private stud, Tara," Dianne said, breathlessly.
Ben felt the caressing pressure of four girls' hands on his hard prick. Twenty fingers curled around his shaft. Twenty knowing, young fingers pressured and caressed his aching cock. It was too much for him, too much.
"Oh, God," he groaned.
"He-likes it," Dianne laughed.
"I'll bet he does," Tara grinned.
The girls were fascinated with the play of their hands over the entire length of his cock. Their fingers tickled over his swaying balls. Their warm breath mixed and fanned over his knobby cock-head.
"Dianne?" Tara said softly, squeezing his cock with her fingers.
"Yes, Tara ? " Dianne answered, her fingers tickling his balls, cupping and weighing them, her fingers of her other hand squeezing his cock, along with Tara's fingers.
"I watched you suck Tommy's cock last night, right?"
"Right, you peeping Tom, you," Dianne laughed wildly.
"It was sooo much fun watching. I think turn about's fair play, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's your turn to watch me."
"Yes, I guess you're right."
Tara looked up at her sweating, trembling uncle and grinned.
"Uncle Ben, I'm going to give you a delicious blow-job," Tara giggled.
"Oh, God," was all he could manage.
"You just relax and enjoy yourself, lover of mine. We'll give Dianne a treat. She can watch."
"Oh, God," he moaned again.
"Ready, Dianne? Do you have a good view?"
"Just perfect, Tara. His cock is all yours. Make it good, now."
"Oh, I will," Tara said, her face moving in close to the heated head of his bulging cock.
Ben's cock was like a huge tree trunk. His pubic hair curled around its base, and his balls hung beneath, swollen and filled with sperm. Tara moved in closer to it. She feasted her young, eager eyes on it. It was enormously thick. She fingered his cock as it stood out straight from his thighs, the hard head of it only inches from her lipstick-red lips, moist and poised and ready.
She moved her lips in close and flicked out her pink tongue. Her tongue licked the shining drop of fluid from the tip of his cock. Ben groaned. Dianne leaned in close, so she could see it all.
Tara ducked her head so that the underside of his hard prick rolled round and round in a teasing circle over her open lips. Ben shuddered and gasped, his knees nearly buckling. Tara strained forward, the tip of her tongue licking up and down the underside of his cock. She teased his cock unmercifully with her laving tongue, driving gasps and grunts from him. Dianne watched with growing excitement.
Then, suddenly, not able to resist any longer, Tara rammed her lips forward. Ben cried out as the turgid head of his swollen cock buried itself between her puckered, nursing lips. She sucked on the head of his aching prick hungrily, as if her life depended on it.
Tara's elastic-like lips sucked mightily on his huge cock, sucking its entire length into her mouth, nearly choking herself on it. Her head began to bob. His hips began to buck. With her bobbing lips she was sucking his cock while at the same time with his bucking hips he was fucking his cock in and out of her lips.
Tara's cheeks hollowed with each in-and-out stroke of his huge cock, tasting every bit of his heated flesh. Her eyes were glazed over with delight as she blew him. She loved it. And she knew she was giving him and Dianne a treat; that spurred her on. Her tongue circled and swished over his throbbing, ramming prick. Her teeth grated over the sliding cock.
"Oh, that's it, Tara, suck it, suck it," Ben cried out, desperate in his need, his stiff shaft buried in the girl's sucking young lips.
"Yes, suck him hard and long and deep and good, Tara," Dianne urged. "Use your tongue and teeth on it."
Tara was too busy to pay much attention to their words. She was in another world, a lurid world, where his cock in her mouth was the center of all attention.
Tara's soft, straining, sucking lips were clasped tightly and hungrily on the cock that moved in and out of the circle of her red lips. The elastic rim of her lips clung passionately as she sucked, all the while fingering his balls with one hand and, with the other hand, jabbing her finger in and out of his outraged, flaming ass-hole.
Ben's face was red and contorted with lust. He fucked his cock in and out of her charging lips. The jab of her finger in and out of his ass-hole dictated the rhythm, giving him a dual sensation, lips and finger fucking him.
Tara licked and sucked with demented fury. She was like a child gone wild on an all-day-sucker. Dianne watched her little sister sucking her uncle's cock with feverish eyes. It was so depraved. So wonderful. She watched her sister passionately, lewdly, suck and suck, as the cock drove in and out of her tight lips. Tara's head bobbed faster and faster.
"God!" Ben cried.
"Go, Tara, go!" Dianne urged.
Tara needed no urging. She was abandoned to her glorious cock feast. The rock-hard cock skewered relentlessly in and out between her surging lips. She sucked on it with a merciless onslaught.
Before Dianne's lustful eyes, the plummeting thickness of Ben's cock sunk deep into Tara's mouth. The coarse hair at the base of his shaft brushed against Tara's nose. His balls swung and danced, slapping against Tara's charging chin.
"I'm coming!" Ben shouted.
Dianne moved her face to within inches of her sister's sucking lips. Tara could feel his cock swelling in the tight clutch of her lips. And then he came.
He grunted and barked hoarsely. Her head bobbed wildly. He came into her devouring mouth. She sucked wildly. Hot, sticky sperm began to spew into her mouth as his cock jerked in the tight grip of her surging lips. Quick spurts of come squirted deep into Tara's mouth, filling it to the brim, making her cheeks puff out. She swallowed voraciously, taking every drop, not wanting to let any of it get away. Spurt after hot spurt of his cream shot into her mouth. Her adam's apple bobbed rapidly as she swallowed thirstily. She took every thick spurt of his sperm, swallowing just enough so that it would not spill out of her lips.
Ben shot his final jetting load as her lips sucked and her head bobbed and her finger jabbed in and out of his thrilling ass-hole. She swallowed it all, but a thin river of sticky liquid ran out of the corners of her lips as she sucked on and on. His cock began to deflate.
Finally, Tara released the limp, slick cock from her gleaming lips. Thin strings of sperm stuck to her lips, and she quickly licked it away, swallowing with a laugh.
"How was that?" Tara asked, kissing his limp cock, laving her tongue over his hanging, emptied balls.
"Great," Ben gasped, shaky on his legs.
"That was real fun watching," Dianne told her sister. "But look what you've done."
"Yeah," Tara grinned. "I drained it. It's soft and useless. Ummm, that was a delicious dessert."
"I'll bet it was," Dianne laughed, knowing what her sister had experienced, jealous that it hadn't been her lips doing the sucking that they loved so much to do.
Ben was out of wind. The combination of Tara's sucking lips and the fact that he knew that Dianne was watching, had combined to give him a jolting climax that nearly drove him out of his mind.
"Isn't that nice, Uncle Ben?" Tara grinned. "Your two nieces are born cock-suckers. Before we're through with you your cock is going to be really permanently red from lipstick, "she laughed.
"We're going to have a lot of fun together," Dianne smiled.
"If you girls don't kill me first," Ben smiled weakly. Tara was still nursing on his deflated cock.
"Oh, you're man enough to service us. You'll see. Tara, it's my turn next. I want him to take me in the ass."
"Can I watch?"
"Sure you can. But first we have to get his cock hard again."
"No sweat. I'll just suck here for a few more minutes and he'll be raring to go again."
"Let me do it, Tara. It's my turn."
Tara let his still limp prick slide out of her caressing lips. .
"Oh, all right, Dianne," she said, disappointed.
In two minutes' time Dianne, with hot, expert lips sucking over his cock, had Ben ready again.
"You girls are going to kill me," Ben moaned. But he loved it.