Chapter 2
I got off the bed and walked over to the window to let my gaze travel down the quiet street. Bushes and trees -lined the garden plots and sidewalks, flower beds relieved the even green of immaculate lawns, and long, gleaming station wagons stood in every driveway of every double garage. The Rivieras, the Lincolns, the Jaguars were all in parking stations in the city waiting for their owners to finish their important jobs so they could carry them back to the soft bosom of the suburbs. And we wives waited behind the drapes and curtains, bored, horny, but unwilling to commit ourselves to a more turbulent way of life. At least, that was their problem. I'd been there and I had made a fair choice. The turbulent life ... yes, Uncle Arnie had given me the push into that direction and I would always love him for that. It seemed hot, stuffy in my room so I turned the air conditioner up a notch and lay down naked on the moist sheets. There were moments, though, when I wondered if I had made the right choice. The past seemed so much fun when I looked back on it. I closed my eyes and let my hands come to rest between my legs. The tender flesh of my pussy was slightly sensitive from the rubbing I'd given it earlier, so I rubbed a little baby oil on the inner lips and spread it thoughtfully. That picnic all those years ago, a family reunion on the grand scale. Uncle Arnie was there. And, in his capacity as the boyfriend of one of my cousins, so was Ted.
Even then I sort of admired Ted, There wasn't a straighter man in town. My cousin used to tell me what a gentleman Ted was and that, in those days, was considered a virtue! I grinned to myself as I thought of the man who would later become my husband. Ted was going to be a middling success, we all knew that. He understood money better than people and my cousin didn't understand either so she clung to him with all her might.
But it had been Uncle Arnie who had intrigued me. He looked so handsome and suave at the picnic in his white pants and that open-necked shirt that showed the dark curly hair on his chest. I kept hanging around him and he kept winking at me as if to remind me that we shared a secret. I needed no reminders! Each time I saw him my mouth began to water and I hoped he would make me suck him again. Oh, if only I had know then what I know now!
It was a hot day when we arrived by the side of the lake. A large clearing set with picnic tables and barbecue pits was the traditional meeting place for the family's annual gathering. All the lads had been looking forward to this so much that they hadn't been able to sleep. I felt too old for this sort of thing. Eating potatoes in their jackets and trying to handle burning steaks on paper plates was not my idea of fun. "Donna, come slap rope with us!"
"Donna, come help with the weenies!" Yes, sure I would. In a pig's eye!
I wandered off toward the woods to get some peace and quiet until hunger forced me to join the party. In the whole gathering there wasn't one person who interested me ... except Uncle Arnie. But all the women were clustered about him. He was the handsomest man at the picnic, the wittiest, the most charming and worldly-and also the poorest. But that's what the ladies liked, I told myself bitterly, a free spirit, a phantom lover just like in those cheap novels my mother liked to read. Well, let them fawn over him. They could have him. I didn't need anyone!
I sat in the woods and gazed up at the sky, and I tried to think on a lofty poetic level, but all that came to me was the remembrance of Arnie's cock sliding in between my lips and coming ever so deliciously down my throat. I couldn't get over the fact that a man like him could be interested enough in me to actually come! It made me shiver to think of the power my body had over men-because if Arnie was affected, think what people like Ted would get from it! Ted with his World War I hairdo and his baggy chinos, hushpuppies and white socks, and a starched white shirt with short sleeves and a thin tie. God, I was willing to bet he'd go crazy over me!
That made me tingle all over, especially when I speculated more about it. What if I were to back him into a deserted corner and open my blouse to him? My breasts were big and firm and white, and the nipples were as pink as it said in my mother's novels that nipples ought to be. I could just see Ted's face going from sallow to scarlet. Or what if I were to sit opposite him in the bus and cross my legs and let him see I had on no panties? I started laughing to myself at that idea. No, Ted wouldn't survive that one. Men were peculiar creatures and Ted was more peculiar than most men.
"What's funny?" I jumped up with a start and looked around to find Uncle Arnie standing right behind me. "You want to share that joke with me or is it too private?"
"Much too private," I giggled, pressing my hand over my mouth. I sat down again and Uncle sat beside me. "What's the matter, is it too boring out there for you?"
"Oh, it's not that," he sighed. He fished around in his shirt pocket for cigarettes and matches. "When the men start laying raw steaks out on the racks I like to make myself scarce. I don't like this cooking-in-the-open bit. If God had wanted us to rough it he wouldn't have invented electric stoves."
"True," I said. He gave me a lighted cigarette and I puffed on it without inhaling.
"Thanks for keeping our secret," he said suddenly. I looked over and found him staring at me with an intense expression in his eyes. "That shows you're a real woman now, no longer just a silly girl." He made me feel warm all over. His body pressed against mine and I had a great urge to lean into him and rest my head on his broad shoulder. I liked the way he smelled and carried himself, such a capable man, a man I could trust!
"I'm glad it happened," I said softly, and my heart beat faster at this boldness. My uncle sat closer and placed his arm about my shoulders. "But should that sort of thing be done between uncles and nieces?" I asked.
"All the time when it involves a nice niece like you," he said. "I wanted to do that with you so long, that and more. You're a beautiful woman Donna, beautiful and very sexy. Yd like to go further with you, I'd like to make love to you very slowly and very softly. Would you like that?"
"Oh Uncle Arnie!" I shivered. "Don't say things like that to me because I know that's wrong. We're family!"
"All the more reason," he said and for some reason I believed him. I didn't move away when he reached for me with his other arm, nor when his hand came to rest on one of my breasts. It felt strange there, not unpleasant but decidedly strange. All sorts of bells went off and I heard my mother say: "Don't let anyone touch you up here or down there, that's wrong and bad! And if a boy does that to you, you'll get pregnant!" I sometimes wondered where she got her information. All the girls in my class knew exactly how women fell pregnant and it wasn't done manually.
"You're a woman all over," whispered my uncle, caressing my breasts through my blouse and bra. "Such beautiful breasts! I'll bet they're firm too, right? Let me see. Let me touch your naked flesh." His fingers undid the buttons on my blouse and I looked on rather lamely, all the time wondering if I shouldn't stop him. Anyone could be wandering through the woods, and if he were caught doing that to me he'd be in trouble for sure. Still, Arnie was older and wiser than me, he should know what to do and when. For some reason I thought of Ted straying to our section and catching me nude and in my uncle's arms. Oh no, that would be too much! I started to chuckle again and Arnie showed a flash of irritation when he asked me what the trouble was.
"I was just thinking what might happen if someone catches us at it right here," I said, straining to keep the smile off my face.
"Don't worry about it," he said curtly. My blouse came off and when I turned to let him pull it down over my arms he kept me there and fiddled with the catches of my bra. When that stiff garment fell off me I felt a surge of freedom. Here F was, semi-nude among the trees, my tits sticking out for-all the world to see and my uncle grabbing at them and kneading them as if he had never touched tits before! I saw his fingers press deep into my fleshy mounds and listened to his breath rasp behind me. "Beautiful!" he groaned. "Mmmmmm-M! So firm and young! Let me kiss them." He let me fall back into his arms and bent over me to run his lips along my breasts, leaving fiery trails in their wake. I snuggled up to him and offered my body up to him like a sacrificial virgin. The pleasure he gave me was as much psychological as physical. Just knowing that I had been chosen by him out of all the women at the picnic and in the town, was enough to make me come near to climaxing.
He looked so happy when he sucked my tits that I let him go on and on, even when the initial thrill had disappeared. There was so much else that I wanted him to do to me. My pussy sat like a hot sponge in my panties and waited for its turn impatiently. He pulled me upward and kissed me squarely on the mouth. This was something I knew how to do; or so I thought, until he pushed his tongue in between my lips! I gasped with surprise and pleasure when that stiff, wet tongue dipped in and out of my mouth the way his cock had done not long ago. It stirred up so many memories that I lost control of my body for a moment and it began to shake and pulsate violently.
"Sssssshhhh, baby, take it easy," he said soothingly. His hand ran over my fleshy mounds and he kissed me all over my face. "Just relax and let your uncle take care of everything. That's what I'm here for. Think about what I'm doing to you, concentrate on it." His hand ran down my belly and right to the waistband of my jeans. I shivered again and clung to him with all my strength. He undid the jeans and now his fingers slipped down in between the garment and my skin, pushing further down to where my pussy waited for him. Under me something throbbed and expanded. I wanted to take hold of his cock and feel it all over but for the time being I wanted to experience his lovemaking to the full so I would always be able to remember it the way it happened.
My zipper gave way to his probing hand and suddenly his fingers closed around my cunt, grabbing and squeezing it like it were a rubber ball. I couldn't take the restrictions any longer! While he groped around down there I wriggled out of my shoes and jeans, and at last I was naked under the blue sky. I stretched out luxuriously and reached back to embrace him around his neck so I could lift up and kiss him. Arnie reached for my pussy with both hands, one keeping my legs apart, the other stroking it so gently that I could hardly feel it. Ever-so-lightly his fingers brushed past the sensitive flesh, they tugged at my pubic hair and they pried in between my blood-swollen labia. This was better than anything I had ever dreamed of!
How carefully he seduced me! By the time he was done fingering me and touching me and stroking me I was so hot that every fibre in my body seemed to be glowing. "Oooohhh Uncle!" I groaned, twisting around to press my body against his. "You make me feel so good! But I want to do something for you so you'll feel just as nice."
"Just let me have my way," he said softly, and his hands grabbed hold of my buns and held them tightly, his body shifted down along the grass, and he ended up with his face between my legs. Now I was completely in a spin! What on earth could he be thinking of? But oh! it felt good. That tongue dipped and slipped and ran all around my pussy and before I knew it I was crying out loud. My voice bounced back to me from the surrounding trees and at first I thought there was someone in trouble near us. But then I recognized my voice and I knew it was the agony of the ecstasy that women spoke of in Mother's novels. It was real! With a great deal of gratitude I pushed my pussy harder into my uncle's mouth and let him suck it to his heart's content. I couldn't imagine him getting much out of it and so I figured I'd make the best of it while he continued to indulge me.
"Now, baby," he said suddenly. "The time has come. He laid me out in the lush grass and I found myself staring up at him. His body came between me and the sun, a menacing form threatening me, and for that moment my thighs slammed shut. He just grinned and pulled them apart, then set his knees down between them to keep it that way. His cock didn't look as big as it had the other night, but then it was a lot further from my face. He hunched over so that it pointed right at my pussy, and those crazy, chilling tremors ran through me in bunches. He was too big for me, he would hurt me dreadfully, and I wanted him inside me!
I'm ready, Arnie," I said softly. My arms opened up and he lay down on top of me so that my tits squashed against his chest. I stared up at the blue sky and the waving, green crowns of the tall trees all around us, and absently I felt the knob of his cock bash into my pussy in search of my hole. I couldn't face it, not fully. From a virgin to a tramp, that was a big transition. So I thought about the sky and the trees, and I thought of my parents cooking up tons of steak and potatoes with the family, all of them engaged in innocent fun while their daughter or cousin or whatever, was getting pierced by the biggest, most popular prick in town!
We were wrapped in each other's arms and we were breathing heavily together. His cock snaked into me, prying the muscles and nervous barriers apart, jabbing back and forth to spread my juice, and edging in bit by bit until the rim of his glans got past the entrance and lodged deep inside me. I arched my back and bit into Arnie's neck, afraid now of the pain that would herald womanhood.
His cock fitted me tightly, yet it moved along my cunt walls with only slight resistance: It felt nice, a warm feeling, somewhat choking. But then, without warning, something burst inside my body and a tremendous pain was released. It all happened in a flash and my scream was involuntary but very loud. Arnie's hands went over my mouth but it was too late. Already the worst of the pain ebbed away and the scream reduced itself to a whine of pain and jubilation. "Go now, fuck me!" I urged him hoarsely. "I'm ready for you, Arnie."
"Shit, I hope nobody heard you," he worried. But his cock began to move in and out, very slowly, feeling its way, testing to see if I were big enough for him yet. I wasn't but I didn't tell him. I wanted him to like me as much as I liked him, and to do that I had to put up with the pain so he could have pleasure. His thick shaft pushed its way in and forced my cunt to open much wider than ever before, the flesh stretched painfully and I couldn't get comfortable for some reason. The more he entered me the more I had to squirm. No position offered me any comfort. He gave his cock one final push and lodged way down deep inside me, and I thought I was going to choke.
"How do you like it, baby?" he panted, resting his dick inside me for a while. I tried to smile but it was very hard when all my facial muscles were so tense.
"You're tight as a fish's asshole," he said approvingly and then his cock slithered back a way and pushed even further up me. I let out a gasp of agony but he just smiled and kept on going. In and out, using all his strength to penetrate me to the hilt, his muscles rippling, his breath rattling through his throat,-and all the time he was unaware that I was on the verge of tears.
At this point I began to hope someone would catch us in the act. The pain blossomed inside me like some mad, radioactive growth. I wanted to beg him to get off me so I could have a little spell but he looked so happy that I didn't have the heart to do it My pussy had gone dry and the friction his driving cock caused in me had chafed at my sensitive flesh until I thought it had to be bleeding. The pain went from red to white and I really couldn't take it anymore. That's when Arnie realized what was happening. He didn't say anything, he just did what he had to do. Again his lips crushed into mine and his tongue wormed its way into my mouth, his hands caressed my breasts and pussy, and his cock throbbed idly within the tight, contracting confines of my pussy. At first I was happy that he had stopped fucking, but gradually I became happy for different reasons. One of his fingers had found my clitoris and it was titillating it at full tilt, while his other hand worked my nipples up into a frenzy of pleasure.
Now the machinery started up all over again, my blood pumped faster, juice oozed from the inner walls of my pussy, and my nipples stood upright like tiny antennae. I forgot about the searing pains. Arnie took me back to where I had begged him to fuck me, and then he took me further. He massaged my erogenous zones, kissed me until my head spun, and fingered me to the point at which his cock had to be drowning inside me.
The motion began again, very slowly, feeling me out, and with each tiny thrust the mass of emotions rollicking about inside me covered more, gathering momentum and direction, and it scared me to feel so much intensity. "Oh Arnie!" I moaned, digging my fingernails into his hard muscular upper arms. "No, nooooooo, wait a minute, oh my God!" He took no notice of me at all. His cock slipped right back and-eased in again, over and over, stoking me up, adding weight to the massive orgasm waiting to explode in my belly. I didn't dare go through with it. What if he were to leave me like this? No, better to stop now. "Get off me now," I said bitingly. "Take it out of my body! Arnie, can't you hear me? I'll scream if you don't stop right this minute!"
"Take it easy, Donna," he breathed. "Everything's all right, you're going to be fine, just hold on for a little while."
"NOOOOOOOOO!!" I was as livid as the emotions churning in my loins. "GET OFF! NOW!" His mouth clamped against mine and much as I struggled to get away from this most effective gag, he kept it there and kissed me till my rage Tiad been defused. And while he tricked me there, his cock drove the rest of me to the brink of the climax that scared me so much. My body shook as though it were possessed, I began to bite his lips and scratch his back but not to get him off me. "MMMMMMFFFF!" I groaned, arching my body under his and trying to toss him off like a bronco might But my uncle rode tall in the saddle. He was fucking me hard and fast now, and I was free to scream again but the impulse had gone. As he rose over me and adjusted our legs he grinned at me fiendishly, and I felt strange ripples run through me. Yes, he knew what he was doing, he wouldn't leave me stuck. I could go with it and trust him. He was a man of the world.
And with that in mind I relaxed for the first time and right away I skidded into a realm of dancing lights and crazy noises, whirling about and crying out, being primed for the main event. I couldn't breathe and my hands couldn't find Arnie. All I knew was that the end was near. "Yes, yes, yes!" I heard myself moan. "OH, ARNIE, YESSSSSSSS, GIVE IT TO ME, MAKE LOVE TO ME. YES OH JESUS CHRIST YES! ARNIE, HOLD ME, HOLD ME, OH ARNIE, OH, OH, OOOOOHHHHH WWOOOOOOOOWWWWII" I convulsed and jackknifed upward to throw my arms about his waist and pull him down over me like a blanket, and then, with the weight of his body heavy on me, I let go the last mooring and soared for a scary, giddy minute before coming in for a perfect landing.
He kept on fucking a while longer but it didn't matter to me. I swam about in euphoria and I never wanted to leave. I heard him grunt and carry on, and something warm sprang up in my belly and then he expressed deep satisfaction with me. All was well. I lay under him and wallowed. When he got up the air rushed over me and turned my sweat cold, and my pussy felt the loss especially. "Is it over now?" I asked, hoping it wasn't.
"Yes, it's over for the time being." My uncle put his clothes back on and advised me to do the same. "Did you like it?"
"Oh yes, very much. But can't we do it again?" It wasn't lust but greed that prompted me to ask him. I'd been given a nibble of something so delicious that I wanted to eat the whole lot!
"It takes men a little while to recuperate," said Arnie with a distant look in his eyes. "But don't worry, Donna, there'll be plenty more in your near future. I don't need a crystal ball to see that. Now put your clothes back on before someone spots us."
He left before I had fully dressed, saying I shouldn't show up at the same time as him. That was fine with me. I needed a few minutes to sort out all that had happened to me. Stuff was dribbling out of my pussy, the same stuff that he had shot into my mouth the other night. I dipped my finger in and scooped a dollop up for a taste just to be sure, and it had the same vague salty flavor. It occurred to me this was also incriminating evidence. What if my parents saw it drip out of my panties? I put my top back on but squatted in the grass and peed, hoping that would get rid of it. It didn't, of course, but I found that sitting in that position let the stuff slide out, and when I contracted my inner muscles it came out in thick blobs that decorated the grass like so many little pearls. When I felt sure most of it was out.
I put my jeans back on and took a circuitous route back to the picnic.
"Where were you?" said my mother. "All the food is gone now. Here, take some potato salad and the rest of my steak. You'd starve if I didn't look after you."
"Thanks," I said listlessly. Food was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to play some more, I wanted to see if another man could make me feel ust as good. The trouble was, everyone seemed to be playing other games. There was handball and Softball and water polo, but nobody seemed even remotely interested in sticking his thing into my pussy. The only wallflower, in fact, was Ted. He was eating cake and drinking coke, and he was oblivious to the fun going on all about him. I remembered my earlier notions about him and decided to put him to the test.
"Hey, Ted," I said, sitting next to him. He colored slightly and shifted over to give me more room. "What're you doing with yourself?"
"Just snacking," he said moodily.
"Don't you want to play with the others?"
"Ah, that's silly stuff," he said contemptuously. "I don't like to see grown men acting like kids."
"You feel like taking a walk with me, then?"
"What for?" He eyed me suspiciously.
"No reason," I shrugged, "it'd just be nice to get away from all these relatives for awhile." My cousin wasn't going to like me taking her boyfriend for a walk but she was too dumb to know what happened during walks. Ted nodded gravely and finished his snack before following me into the woods, I chatted pleasantly with him about family matters and he did nothing to move the conversation up to a higher plateau. He seemed to have no idea what I wanted to go for a walk for but that was all right I intended to spell it out for him.
We reached the same clearing where my uncle and I had had such fun, and when I suggested we sit down he was glad to take the weight off his feet. Ted wasn't In very good shape, physical exertion bothered him more than It did most people. At that moment I didn't care about any part of him but the one between his legs, and it was to this part that I addressed myself. I said nothing, just placed my hand on it. Ted looked at me in astonishment. "What do you think you're doing?" he said.
"I want to play with you," I said slyly. "Don't you want me to touch you there? I'll make it feel really nice."
"No, not on your life!" said Ted, rising to his feet "If my mother saw you do that she'd kill you-and me, too! And what about Glenda, have you taken her into consideration? No, you haven't!"
"I've thought about Glenda," I said, pronouncing my cousin's name with undisguised contempt. "I'll bet she never touches you there. Well, that's her problem. Come here, Ted, I'll do more than touch it" He was doing his best to remain indignant but I could tell he was sorely tempted to find out what other tricks I had in store for him. "You want to know what I'll do? Come here and I'll tell you. Come on, sit down."
"I don't like this," he said, but he sat down all the same. "If my mother-"
"She'll never know about it," I said, fighting to keep my irritation down. "Why, she's not even at the picnic. Now relax, let me stroke it and get it all nice and hard, and who knows, maybe I'll...." I paused and waited for him to show real interest. When he could hardly stand the suspense any longer, I went on, "maybe I'll take it in my mouth and suck on it."
"You wouldn't!" Just as I had predicted, he turned red as a beet
"You want to bet?" I caressed the outline of his cock through his pants and to my gratification it began to move and swell. He wasn't nearly as big as my uncle Arnie but that didn't matter. I wanted to close my lips around his dick, I wanted to feel it enter my pussy, and most of all I wanted to know if any man could produce those wonderful, scary feelings in me.
"This is wrong," said Ted. Droplets of sweat beaded his brow. I undid his zipper and took his dick out, so nice and smooth and pink compared to my uncle's knotty, brown cock. I licked my lips nervously and undid the catch at his waist band and his belt so I'd have complete access to that part of him. Ted surrendered utterly. He lay back and closed his eyes, still very anxious but definitely getting into the mood. And when I leaned over him and let my breath play over the skin of his circumcised knob, he shivered convulsively and his hands came to rest on the back of my head to give me a little push downward. Yes, he knew what he liked even though he had never had it. I tried to imagine Glenda doing this to him and it almost broke me up. But the matter in hand was too serious. The tip of my tongue darted out and skated about the smooth, rubbery surface of his glans, going around several times before I opened my mouth wide and took as much of his manhood in as I could fit. "Aaaaaaaaooooohhhhhh!" moaned Ted. His pink cock stood upright out of his pants. Sparse pubic hair surrounded the base of it, so boyish and yet so manly, and his ballbag was shrunken into a tight wad that fitted the palm of my hand nicely.
I sucked at his dick for a while, enjoying the sensation of his pulsating between my lips and feeling his whole body stiffen as though he were a prick from head to foot. It occurred to me that he hadn't shown any interest in my body as yet, and in that he was Uncle Arnie's opposite. Perhaps all men weren't the same after all? To keep my lower half hot I reached back and rubbed the crotch of my jeans vigorously. My tongue worked its way around and around his blender shaft and Ted was having the time of his fife. His hands moved my head up and down over his cock in opposite time to the motion of his loins, and his groans told me how deep his pleasure was. He was fucking my face ... and while I got a lack out of that, I hoped he wouldn't neglect the rest of me.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," he moaned. Uuuuuunnnnhhhh, oh yeah, oooooowwww!" His hands slipped down to the sides of my head and held me very firmly while he worked his cock in and out of my mouth with more force. His slender cock went in all the way and the harder I pursed my lips around him, the better he liked it. I began to think up a plan for getting him to fuck me, and just as some of the details were falling into place I felt a gush of warm saltiness against my palate. "UUUURRGGHHHH" he grunted, and his body went limp, soon followed by his cock. I was left with a mouthful of cream and a hot, empty pussy. And when I swallowed there was only my pussy to think about. "That was great," he said. Ted still had his eyes closed and he sounded sleepy. "Thanks a lot, Donna."
"Don't mention it." I wasn't going to give up that easily. Limp as he was, his cock was still a cock and therefore suckable. I took it between my lips again and started afresh. Ted let me have my way until he realized that I was trying to get him hard again, and then he protested and said he wanted to take a little nap. "But what about me, Ted?" I said icily. Anger seeped out of my voice no matter how I tried to control it. "I don't feel like a nap."
"Then wait a few minutes, all I need is forty winks." Stronger medicine was called for. I stood over his prostrate body for a minute, and then I made my decision. I took off my clothes and whistled. Ted opened one eye sleepily and looked up to see what I wanted. I towered over him, my feet planted on either side of his neck, and what he saw when he looked up was my pussy from a worm's eye point of view. "Holy Toledo!" he exclaimed. He turned red, green, yellow, blue and ashen, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets. "You're naked!"
"I know." Grimly I pulled at his pants and took them off without removing his shoes. Ted looked de fenseless that way and he didn't resist when I took off his shoes and socks. "You're going to play a different game with me, Teddy boy," I told him. "Come on, off with this shirt and tie, you're going to like this game."
"Please, Donna, don't do this! We're not allowed to do things like this! What if we're caught? Glenda will never speak to me again!"
"Shut up." My determination had turned to steel. I stripped him and lay down beside him, forcing myself on him relentlessly, placing his hands on the parts of me that wanted touching, rubbing his cock, even kissing him the way Arnie had kissed me. If it had worked with me, why shouldn't it work for Ted? Because Ted was a lot more scared than I had been, that was why. His cock refused to get hard no matter how hard I rubbed it, and then he went so far as to complain that I was hurting him. "All right, I'll try it another way," I said. My mouth sucked his cock into itself and within a minute he was rock-hard.
"You'll be sorry," he said feebly as I squatted over his erection. My cunt yawned generously for the would-be intruder and his knob slipped in without the slightest resistance. Warm, familiar feelings flooded me, and I kept a tight grip of his cock to make sure it would go into me the right way. A few more bobs and bounces and he had entered me all the way. Now I sat on his fuzzy pubic mound and wriggled around in my private ecstasy. Ted still looked apprehensive but he seemed to be getting the hang of it. His red face shone with sweat and his stiff-combed hair was all over the place now. In that pose of abandonement he looked almost cute.
"Come on, Ted, get on top," I panted. I wanted him to conquer me, to fuck me into the ground the way Arnie had done. It wasn't so exciting from the top, not exciting enough to keep me at a distance from Ted. I found myself feeling a little sorry for him, and I was even slightly attracted to him. We rolled over and Ted fell into the drivers seat. He didn't know what to do at first so I reached down and grabbed hold of his hard little buns and moved him up and down until he got the beat. "Yes, that's the way, that's good," I said when he began to move independently of me. "Make love to me, Teddie, go faster, faster!"
He did his best but his cock slipped out several times causing us both to lose some of our excitement. We had to fumble it back in and then he had to find the beat again, so that the orgasm I lusted after came within reach, only to disappear again. How I longed for Uncle Arnie to come by so he could show Ted how to do-it. Arnie would never make me suffer this way. His cock was like a broomstick shoving a climax up through my torso and way into the back of my mind. Ted just pushed it back and forth aimlessly.
"Come on, Ted, harder, faster," I urged him. I wrapped my legs around him and fucked back as best I could. His sweat rained down on me and he was so red that I began to worry about him. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the confused, woolly feelings washing about in my belly, doing my best to organize them, and it worked! I moved a hand in between his belly and mine so I could masturbate without him knowing it, and that, together with my mental powers, brought me right to the brink of a climax. "YES, YES, OH TED THAT FEELS SO GOOD, YES, HARDER, HARDER, HA-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" It wasn't nearly so full of impact as the other one, but it left me feeling warm and tranquil inside and out, and that was more than enough of a reward. Ted came at about the same moment and caved in on me with desperate gasps.
In that silence that followed we listened to our hammering hearts and temples, our desperate breathing, and the sound of footsteps approaching. I wouldn't believe it at first but after a while it couldn't be denied. Shoes moved through grass, branches snapped, a murmur arose from a band of people, and then, to cap it all off, a very familiar voice cut through our post-coital bliss, "Donna, you get up and get dressed right this instant!"
Ted jumped up and looked around wildly. A lot of our relatives were standing around us, and Glenda was among them. She gave him a pathetic look, burst into tears, and ran off. Ted wanted to run after her but he had to dress first. And I followed his example, but in less of a hurry. I didn't know if I were upset or glad that this had happened.
"Go on, head for the car," said my father, his face a thundercloud. "Wait for us there. We're going home to talk some more about this. I'll teach you-" His voice rose but my mother cut him short. They went back to the picnic and I went to the car to await my fate.