Chapter 1
Cathy Harper eased herself slowly into the bathtub, enjoying the tingling sensation the fragrant bath oils and soapy water gave her body as its wet tongues licked up and around her. It was a sensuous delight, she told herself, forgetting momentarily that she was growing angry at the prospect of having her nephew and niece spend the next few weeks with her. But then, that was the reason she was taking a bath so early in the afternoon, she admitted with a sigh. She couldn't let the kids know how she really felt when they arrived on the afternoon bus. Deep down, she knew she really wanted to see the kids again, but was just angry with the way her sister practically forced them on her and her husband.
The bath oils gave her smooth skin a satiny feeling as her hands slid tantalizingly over her breasts and down her stomach. But, her idea to use the bath as an excuse for more erotic pleasures wasn't working this time. All she could think about was how her sister had called the night before and as much as said the kids were on their way. The fact that she hadn't seen the kids since she and Allen moved to Lake George, New York, over ten years ago, made her feel as though she was going to be entertaining the small children she remembered, forgetting that Valerie was seventeen now, and Peter was sixteen. And since it was mid-summer, the height of the tourist season, she didn't see how she could take the time to show them the children's attractions in the area, when there was so much to do at the group of housekeeping cottages she and Allen owned.
"Aunt Cathy," she said the words softly. It made her feel older than her thirty-two years and she was getting more depressed by the minute. It won't bother Allen, she told herself. He'll make a big fuss over Valerie, the way he does with all the young girls that stay here. And pat her on the bottom at every opportunity too.
Cathy slid farther down into the bath water, until she was immersed up to the neck, and let her thoughts linger on the word "uncle" for a moment. Her hands were busy again, massaging her breasts and traveling down her stomach to fan a spark that was suddenly building between her legs. The way her husband acted with young girls from the cottages reminded her of her own Uncle Arthur. He was always patting her behind too. And she recalled how flushed and cute his balding head seemed to get when she would stand before him and let him slip his hands up her dress to fondle the balls of white meat in her panties. She could feel his finger now, slowly exploring the crack separating the two globes of flesh as he timidly sought the hidden orifice there. Her own finger gave it the necessary realism to recreate the sensations now. She loved the excitement in his face as he tried to do it without getting caught by Aunt Elsie, and tried to pretend he was just playing an innocent game with her. He never knew she enjoyed his probing finger as much as he enjoyed doing it, she thought, wondering what might have happened if she had told him. Couldn't he tell, by the way she just stood beside his chair and let him explore to his heart's content, that she loved it? she wondered. Then she recalled the time she got so excited she tried to impale herself on the chubby digit, when he took so long getting it in.
But Uncle Alex, unlike Arthur, wasn't timid, she told herself with pangs of delight. In that moment, the bath and her toying fingers promised to fulfill her desires, as she remembered Uncle Alex and a bath she was taking when she was about sixteen years old. She too was spending a few weeks of her vacation with her aunt and uncle at their summer house and was taking a bath at the time, she recalled vividly....
Her endless itch had known all along that this bath was only an excuse to get naked and do something about the craving desire between her legs. The aching emptiness had dominated her thoughts all day and she responded now with panting urgency. But she was in no hurry to quench the fire now, not with the pleasant sensation her quivering nipples caused when her fingers brushed over and around them. Her body screamed with delight when one hand finally slid down her flat stomach and reached the entrance of her pussy, tantalizing it with a playful finger. She teased it with slight invasions, then snaked a slender finger all the way up the drooling tunnel.
Cathy had no idea her Uncle Alex was at the door, peeking through the slight opening and watching her playful acts that weren't meant for others to see. She had known all along that her uncle had been eyeing her with lustful glances, but had resigned herself to the fact that he would look at her with longing, but never make a move to satisfy either of them, just like Uncle Arthur and the other male members of the family. They wanted her, she knew, but never did anything about it. Then suddenly the door opened wider and Uncle Alex poked his head in and grinned at her.
Cathy flushed at the thought of being caught with her finger in the honey-jar, but at the same time was relieved to see who it was. She returned his grin with a coy blush that was more of an invitation.
"Horny, kid?" Uncle Alex said, smiling as he walked in and closed the door.
"If you only knew," she sighed.
"I know ... believe me, I know," he panted, dropping his pants and pulling off his shirt. He was panting even harder as he stepped into the tub and lowered his body over hers.
"Yeh, I see what you mean," she cooed as his stiff hose passed before her eyes on the way to the fire.
Cathy pulled herself back until her head rested on the rim of the tub and spread her legs up and out. She grasped his pulsing organ firmly and guided it to her vaginal lips. The water swirled around their bodies, and he tightened his slippery hold on her buttocks. Uncle Alex shuddered, pausing for a long minute while the water and her moving body caressed and excited him. His face was wet with sweat and bath water, but he hesitated long enough to devour the squirming body with his eyes. Then he began his gyrations; pushing, thrusting, rotating until Cathy heaved a big sigh and her brown eyes flashed wildly. She dug her fingers into his back and clamped him, underwater, inside her. They both groaned in their heaves and a wave of water splashed over the side of the tub as Uncle Alex slid in and out of her.
For Cathy, the moment was the highlight of her vacation and all previous vacations. What had promised to be just another boring two weeks in the country, turned into a daring, fun-filled adventure with her uncle. And she was determined to make him just as pleased with the frolic as she was. An easy chore, she noted, as he drove into her with animal-lust in his eyes.
"Mmmmm, isn't this great?" from Cathy, as he hovered over her. "Isn't it wild? Don't you wish you could screw underwater forever? Hmmmmmmm. So nice and warm...!"
Her arms came around slowly to enfold him as he plunged deeper and deeper into her submerged network, finding a smooth, warm obstacle, withdrawing from the underwater unseen, pushing, getting inside her, inside her all the way and delicately, tentatively, dancing upon her, still wondering absurdly about the water splashing over the sides, loss, need, urgency, as he felt the convulsions from below.
She knew she was driving him wild with her gyrations, and lifted her hard-nippled breasts up to press into the chest. The sudden increase in the tempo of his throbbing muscle, seated deep inside her, gave the first alarm that he was driving clear in the high, white, detailed sensations of an on-coming orgasm.
He poised out over her, and she spread her legs even wider under him and began to reciprocate with a slow unfolding of her juices into the warm water. She could hear him grunt and moan as he eased up and down, in and out, and she felt him shudder as her hands passed slowly over his shoulders, her body curling out in the tub and then unwinding slowly.
"Oh, isn't this good? Don't stop!" she murmured through sensuous, wet lips, her slippery body still squirming.
"Stop? Not on your life," he replied through clenched teeth. "I'm not stopping 'till I've eaten you all up."
"Mmmmmmm ... that sounds delicious, Uncle Alex," she whispered, adding emphasis to "delicious" by squirming faster and squeezing harder on his deep-seated prong.
She lifted her breasts high before him, and he dove to recover them in his mouth ... and then she felt him pick up the rhythm of the contours of her body again, feeling him move up all the way in her.
The moment was near when he would throw his load into her sucking tunnel. He held back with all his might, concentrating on stopping the on-coming explosion. His testicles were on fire and the warm water licked at them with little tongues of wetness. Everything was against his stopping now, but he squeezed his insides into a knot and waited, trying not to think about the mammary that just slipped out of his mouth and sent a bouncing nipple across his face. But he couldn't ignore the sobs and moans coming from Cathy as she worked her warm-water orgasm to its fullest.
"Take it, baby, take it...." he coaxed her on, gathering his own juices for the inevitable blast that was about to be triggered by her squirming body.
Cathy shook her head dreamily and smiled, feeling his hot lava enter her depths, warm and filling, thick and shooting.
But Cathy wasn't the least disappointed that his throbbing meat was filling her belly with creamy delight. This wasn't the end, she thought, only the beginning ... and her thoughts went racing ahead as his big spear was still diving and dipping in, sliding in, opening completely the wet downy tunnel of her, as she whimpered and crouched down low for him. She knew he'd save the best for last and watched his face for a tell-tale sign as he withdrew. And she caught a sign ... a cute smile as he ran his hands over her body and licked his lips. It meant the gnawing hunger was beginning to churn inside him. That eating hunger that could drive her mad!
She found herself breathless with anticipation. The words rung in her head, "I'm going to eat you all up!" For as long as she could remember, she had longed for the thrill of that experience. Every time an uncle or cousin looked at her with devouring eyes she had wanted to scream out, "Eat me ... eat me all up!" And now Uncle Alex was about to turn cannibal and put her out of her misery, she told herself with sudden panic and fright as her heart pounded furiously at the sight of his eyes sampling the meal he was about to eat. It had never occurred to her before, but now she realized he would have to smell her too and she thought she would faint at the thought of it.
Uncle Alex slid back on his haunches and pulled Cathy to a standing position before him. His eyes lapped up every inch of dripping softness, while his hands slid back over her hips and gripped the match globes of her firm buttocks, squeezing and pulling the balls apart. Then his eyes locked on the dripping triangle of hair just inches from his face, and Cathy's eyes became fixed on his mouth. The pause sent chills through her. She couldn't control herself any longer and pressed the wet mop of hair against his face, then rubbed it over his mouth, nose and chin, until he stopped her with a snaking tongue dive into her drooling honey jar. Hot flashes shot through her mind from the probing, licking, sucking tongue. But when the fire in her was reaching a peak, Uncle Arthur stopped and turned her around. She found herself kneeling and backing into his face, even more obsessed with the thought that he would smell that part of her too.
He spread the smooth cheeks before him and buried his nose in the deep crevice, slobbering the crack with playful, wet kisses, enjoying the taste of this sleek, slippery skin that never saw daylight. His eyes feasted on the roundness, firmness and elasticity of her hindquarters, marveled at the sexual desire her crack stirred in his groin.
"Where'd you ever get such a perfectly shaped ass?" he asked, admiring the overall view Cathy presented in this position.
"I don't know...." she groaned, seeing his upright member just below her, its head bobbing on the surface of the water. "Kiss my ass, Uncle Alex ... kiss it for me, please!"
There was no hesitation on Uncle Alex's part; he spread her cheeks wide, curled his tongue into a point and shot it into her buttonhole like a dark, snaking, twisting, driving it up and up the tight tunnel as far as he could go, running out of tongue but not tunnel.
"Ohhhhhh ... Uncle Alex...." she groaned, then dunked her head in the water and filled her mouth with his swollen meat. She sucked and gobbled the sweet-meat until her lungs screamed for air, then came up gasping, squeezing his tongue with the strong muscles of her rectum.
Uncle Alex withdrew his tongue and proceeded to nibble on the firm balls of flesh, licking the crevice to send chills up her spine, blowing on the button-hole, kissing, sucking and shooting his tongue into it. Meanwhile, Cathy kept dunking her head into the water and devouring his ballooning prong of hot meat. But it wasn't until Uncle Alex realized that all he had to do was hold her head down under the water, that he really got charged up over the sensations he was receiving in her mouth. And on Cathy's next dive he reached down and pressed his hand on the back of her head, stuffing her mouth and throat under the water so she couldn't breathe. It gave him wild thoughts of absolute power over her. Her life was now in his hands; not to mention the sensations in her mouth as she gagged, choked, and gasped for air. However, he let her go before she panicked and in so doing kept the fire alive in her drooling den of pleasure ... even building it up a little.
As Cathy came up gasping for air, she pinned his head against the wall of the tub by sitting on his face-nose buried in the crack while she caught her breath. The scare he had given her was a thrill now, but she didn't want a repeat performance, so she reached down and released the stopper from the tub. And while she waited for the water to run off she pressed the fleshy pillows against his face with all the strength she had, and wiggled, choking off his air supply and eating up the sensation his chin and nose played on her two holes. But she lost interest in that when the water dropped and she was staring into the eye of his lollipop. She swooped down on it, capturing it again and letting it move back and forth into the heat of her throat. Uncle Alex's tongue went directly to her panting vaginal-lips and slithered in to clean the walls of the dew forming there, as Cathy concentrated on getting that lump of ice cream through the straw. Her ravaging tongue wetly painted the length of his weapon, swooping it in, releasing it, capturing it again, her fingers tapping, tickling at at his anus, while a tongue of fire lashed inside her honey-jar.
The first taste of his oozing cream sent her into her second orgasm, sure now that she would have it all. Her head bobbed in vigorous cadence on his frenzied muscle, her throat getting the first spray of juice, then another and another, as she swallowed furiously, trying to keep up with the gushing geyser.
Uncle Alex spiralled his tongue into the warmth of her hot cunny, reached overhead and gripped her buttocks, pulling her down on his face as hard as he could. The best shot was always his second, he thought. It lasted longer, hurt longer, and drained him of all his sap; and the relief when it was over was exhausting-momentarily-then invigorating.
Both bodies squirmed and jerked until the last drop was squeezed from their orgasms. But Cathy continued to suck his meat, making sure she had it all. Then they separated, grinning and feeling silly inside.
As Cathy opened her eyes now, she realized the "drooling tongue" in her pussy lip was her own finger and it, along with the memory of that summer with Uncle Alex, had brought her to a gratifying climax. She was drained of all the anger and despair she had been harboring over her sister's call and was surprised now that she was looking forward to the kids' arrival.
After all, she told herself as the bath water drew the last of her juices from the finger-probing den of pleasure, they were Pam's kids, and Pam certainly played a major role in my sex-life. She was a big tease! She would drive the men to distraction with her teasing games, then slip away, leaving them all to me! And she remembered Uncle Alex confiding that he had taken just so much of Pam's teasing act before showing her his own act. And she wondered if Pam enjoyed it as much as she did.
She tried to imagine her older sister's surprise when Uncle Alex finally cornered her for the show-down. Pam was so aloof and self-centered, Cathy recalled, that Uncle Alex probably had to rape her. Mmmmm ... I wish I had been there to watch, she sighed. Knowing Uncle Alex, it would have been a good show!
It was just starting to get dark as Cathy waited at the bus stop in Lake George Village for her nephew and niece. It was strange, she thought, how little she saw of the town during the summer months, when it was alive with the hordes of tourists searching for ways to spend their money. Her eyes darted along the store front in search of some ideas herself for entertaining the kids. The many souvenir shops would be a good pastime for Valerie, she decided. Girls love to shop and she can spend a whole afternoon just looking at souvenirs. And Peter would probably like the shooting galleries, with all the latest in coin operated game machines.
"Aunt Cathy?" a soft voice broke her train of thought and she turned to look into the beautiful face of a young lady that again called her "aunt."
"Valerie?" Cathy gasped, unnerved by the sudden appearance of a young lady, when she was expecting a little girl. "I don't believe it ... you're so ... all grown up. Where's Peter? I didn't see the bus come in...." Then she caught herself and brought the nervous chatter under control and let the girl speak.
"Mother got the times mixed-up," Valerie said in her soft, sweet voice, that wasn't puton, but sounded like it originated in a velvet lined throat. "We've been here almost an hour. Peter is waiting in the park down the street with the suitcases."
Cathy fought off a twinge of jealousy as she gave the girl a hug and peck on the cheek. "Welcome to Lake George. ... You can't imagine what a shock I got seeing you all grown up."
As they started up the street toward the park, Cathy saw the men, young and old, eyeing her tall blonde niece with lust in their eyes. When Alien sees what I'm bringing home, he'll be tickled to death, she said under her breath. My little niece isn't so little! And poor Allen will come in his pants when he sees those gorgeous tits, all brazen and young and pointing up to the sky ... and just look at the cheeks of her ass, so round and fully packed, moving so sensuously on top of those long legs ... I could hate her ... if she wasn't so damn sweet. Hmmmmm ... I wonder just how much "innocence" is hidden behind those big innocent blue eyes.
They traded small talk as they walked and Cathy quickly discovered the real reason her sister had shipped the kids to her was to run off with some guy she was seeing. Then Cathy's attention was drawn to a tall, well-built boy that was smiling at her and not Valerie. Was it possible ... this handsome kid...???
"Peter, this is Aunt Cathy," Valerie was saying as Cathy stared.
On the trip back to the house, Cathy found herself chatting away like a teenage girl trying to impress a new boyfriend. " ... the cottages at Teepee Village keep us on the run during the tourist season....But you'll have a ball ... swimming in the pool, or the lake if you like; water skiing too, when Uncle Allen can take you out on the speedboat....but don't worry, hell find time....And you'll have the run of the place ... sunbathing, tennis, volleyball..
Cathy's mind was racing off in all directions as she drove along the winding road along the lake. Dare she even think about the things she could do with her young, handsome nephew? she asked herself. Would he tell? How could she manage it with finesse? Not only couldn't Allen find out, but she wouldn't want her sister to know either. Do boys tell their mothers things like that? And then there was Valerie ... Was she supposed to protect her niece from Allen? He'll go out of his mind with this sex-kitten walking around the house. But the girl looked as though she could take care of herself and Cathy dismissed that problem and went back to wondering about Peter. She was sure opportunities would present themselves in the next few days. And if not, she would create her own, she told herself.
When they got to the house Allen Harper reacted just the way Cathy knew he would when he saw Valerie. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. She noted also that sparks flew in both directions as Valerie eyed her tall, rugged-looking uncle. But the real proof came after dinner, when Valerie commented about how nice the big fireplace in the living room was. Allen immediately jumped to task of lighting it for her.
"That's one thing about Lake George," he said as the fire quickly grew to a roaring blaze, "no matter how hot it is during the day, it gets cool enough at night to enjoy a fire and heavy blankets on the bed. And I want you kids to enjoy yourself while you're here. If there's anything you want ... just ask."
And just this morning, Cathy was telling herself, he was ranting and raving about the nerve Pam had sticking him with her kids. But she was in too good a mood to spoil it with a sarcastic remark. Instead, she turned to Valerie and said with a laugh, "Just don't go into the woods with any of the guests. You know how men are ... they may have their wives and kids with them, but they wouldn't hesitate to seduce a pretty girl in the nearby woods."
"Are there any young people our age staying here?" Valerie asked.
"I'm afraid not," Allen answered the question. "Lake George is primarily a family resort About the only kids your age are the ones working in the restaurants and tourist attractions. Mostly college kids working for the summer."
Cathy got the impression this bit of news didn't bother either of them. She shrugged it off as shyness and concentrated on how she would manage to get around Peter's shyness to satisfy the itch between her legs, which his mere presence in the room seemed to stimulate. The challenge added to the thrill of it all, she told herself, and felt a warm flush of girl-flux dampen the crotch of her panties. She tried crossing her legs, as Allen went into the details of all the kids could look forward to during their stay, but the squeezing sensation only fanned the spark inside her panting nook and she wanted desperately to slip her hand down there to satisfy the itch. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, feeling like a school-girl again, all aflutter with pangs of delight, but forced to contain the tide of joy-juice building in her honey-jar. Then a quick glance at Peter caught him staring and he blushed, driving her wild with lust for his still untried, untested weapon. Aware now that he also found her desirable, but was too shy, too young, too inexperienced to do anything about his craving desires.
Bedtime came as a welcome relief from the pent-up anxiety of wanting to strike out and take what she wanted so desperately. But Cathy knew tonight's denial would only make that moment, when she had successfully accomplished the difficult task of maneuvering him into just the right set of circumstances, even more thrilling and satisfying. For the moment, she was satisfied to sit in bed and massage away the itch in her panting pleasure-cove, thinking about Peter and how he would react to his aunt's advances. She could see him all nervous and blushing, fighting to contain his own lust, while she tantalized him into submission.
When Allen entered the bedroom, she couldn't resist taunting him with a little sarcasm. "What got into you?" she asked with a smile. "All of a sudden my sister's brats are the most wonderful kids in the world."
"Hell, Cath, I thought they were much younger," he explained as he undressed. "Shit! I thought they'd be in the way. But then when I saw how grown-up they were ... well, it was a load off my mind. And they're nice kids, Cath. Polite, well-behaved ... shit! you don't see kids like that anymore."
Allen was naked now and reaching for his pajamas, and Cathy saw his male organ was hard and stiff, about two-thirds of a full erection. While she had Peter upper-most in her mind, the sight of Allen's penis was a tantalizing promise of what she had been longing for all night. But Allen seemed undecided as to whether he was going to use the weapon on her or not. He was approaching the bed, still holding his pajamas and obviously thinking about something else, she realized. But she knew the far-away look in his eyes as focused on Valerie, just as she was thinking about Peter as she eyed Allen's muscle. Then without warning he dropped his pajamas on the floor, climbed on the bed and she found his tumescent male organ a few inches from her face.
"What are you doing?" she gulped with surprise and alarm.
"I'm going to rape your mouth," he answered with a devilish grin, taking her head in his hands and pulling her forward toward his now threatening spear.
"That's what you think!" she shot back, trying to resist his determination to seat his prong in her mouth. "I need it between my legs, where it'll do the most good...."
"There too...." he said through clenched teeth, forcing her jaws open with his thumbs pressing into her cheeks. "But first I want it in your mouth."
She tried to say "no," but his strong hands had already opened her mouth and the head of his spear was pressing her tongue down. The male smell and salty taste of it made her mind all fuzzy and she couldn't tell if it was Allen or Peter now. The full thickness of it in her throat only reminded her how much she had hungered all night for the opportunity to possess such a throbbing piece of meat. But it wasn't Allen's phallus her tongue was swirling around now. In her mind she had her nephew's organ in her mouth and her tongue was painting his tool with saliva for that gratifying moment when he put it between her legs for his first experience in the Garden of Eden.
For Allen, the surprised look in Cathy's eyes, her objections and now the gurgling, animal-like sounds deep in her throat were just as he imagined Valerie would react to his advances. In his mind, his sweet, shy niece was an innocent virgin that he would arouse with his experienced, playful passes and then bring her to the boiling point, so the final seduction will have the girl thinking she had raped him. And the warm moistness of Cathy's mouth played havoc with the images flashing through his mind of Valerie.
"Mmmmm ... ahhhh...." Cathy breathed, as the heat and thickness of his throbbing muscle filled her mouth and she no longer thought of whether it was Peter or Allen. The only thoughts she had now were of the building flames licking throughout her body and bringing her to the peak of excitement. Using the giant spike as a pivot, she wiggled and squirmed around it until Allen was maneuvered into position over her panting furnace.
Allen's eyes focused on the forest of brown pubic hair that tantalized his senses and created the urge to see what was hidden in the bushes there. He reached down and spread her legs, eyeing the soft, moist, pink vaginal-lips that beckoned to be kissed. As his open mouth swooped down to cover the pouting mouth between her legs, Cathy gurgled a sigh of delight and his spear slipped deeper into her throat.
"Eat you alive, baby," he murmured into the velvet lined tunnel, and his words echoed throughout her body.
"Eat me! Eat me!" choked guttural sounds in her throat cried out, his swollen muscle driving deeper and throbbing faster in her sucking mouth. She reached up over his hips and sank her nails into the firm flesh of his buttocks, driving him down harder and deeper into her throat, as her tongue milked in cadence with the throbbing meat. His tongue was twisting and swirling around somewhere in her belly now and she was squeezing it with all her might, aware of the dual penetrations at both ends of her body, but too groggy and fuzzy minded to concentrate on anything but her building orgasm.
The frenzy of her twirling body, the butter of her thighs against his cheeks, her groans and whimpers, his member trapped by her hard-soft tongue, bathed by its warmth, forced her legs went higher and wider apart and he gulped at the thick flow of her. The well of desire rose like an ocean's waves pounding at some lonely shore, backing up inside her, crying out for release, demanding exit, burning inside her stomach, suffocating her inside her chest, tickling inside her throat. Her mouth sucked like a vacuum cleaner and the throb of his member beat a tense rhythm in her brain.
Then he withdrew it inch by slippery inch from her stubborn lips and swung around, and her behind became a twisting, taffy-rolling machine. He turned her over on her belly. Her bottom elevated to meet his probe. Her legs were apart and his knees were between them and then he gently leaned forward and jammed his rod into her oven from behind, using the cleft between her buttocks as a guide to Eden. "Ohhh yeahhh!" she screamed, her stomach full of it.
He plowed deep into her with tantalizing, tormenting slow strokes, a long way in ... a long way out.
Cathy was nearing an orgasm, her nipples twitching in the palms of his hands and her well-of-pleasure shrinking and expanding to satisfy her lust for the full length and thickness of his ramrod. She clenched his testicles in the crevice bewteen the fleshy mounds of her buttocks and felt his wiry, curly hairs there tickling at her anus. Then she reached her arms back and around him to pull him tighter into the trap.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming!" she warned.
"Yes, I know," he breathed in her ear.
Faster and faster he pumped. Slower and slower she twisted. A roaring jet flew through her brain. Flesh slid against flesh, palms massaged quivering, rock-hard nipples until sanity's wall cracked and crumbled ... down ... down, down, down, into a great cave of warm darkness, where thick liquids seeped out of the walls. Together their brains and bodies exploded in a glorious spasm ... and after spasm, orgasm.
They remained locked together for what seemed like hours, each savoring the last drop of squeezed out joy-juice. And Cathy remained with her cheek resting on the bed and her bottom high in the air after Allen's spear melted down to a limp noodle and slid involuntarily from her still clutching vagina. A faint smile curled the corners of her mouth as she pictured the thrill and excitement her nephew would experience during his first encounter with the joy of being engulfed by her soft flesh. The thrill of being his first was the inspiration that made her want him most of all. She would have that rare opportunity, she told herself, of seeing him cringe with fear, torn by desire and made helpless by his inherent lust. And she alone would decide the limits of suffering these emotions would give him. His fear, at the moment, was the one she fancied most.