Chapter 7
We were sitting in the living room late that evening, me and the entire family, all of us watching television, and for the first time that day I began to unwind. Now and then my mind turned back to Tazu and then I felt a keen sense of loss. But those moments grew less frequent as the evening wore on. Lora -sat right next to me, close enough to let me know she had forgiven me for enjoying Jean's somnambular blow job so much. As it was late in the evening she had on her pajamas and a robe, but I could feel the warmth and litheness of her body through all those clothes; and what I couldn't feel I could easily imagine.
The others were absorbed in the made-for-television drama but Lora and I were far more interested in each other. Her hand stroked mine and she arranged her robe so that no one would see this small intimacy. Her blue eyes urged me to go further and I wondered if I dared to. I checked the others; it looked safe enough. My hand crept under her robe and pressed against the side of her leg. Lora lifted slightly and allowed me to get my hand right under one bun, far enough for one of my fingers to get to the split in between them. That finger became extra sensitive right away, picking up the puffiness of her pussy lips, the yielding entrance, and her asshole just behind, and Lora wriggled around a bit to get the full benefit of my hand. I couldn't believe we were doing this with her parents and two sisters present but the thrill was too great to back off. Lora thought so too. While the others leaned closer to follow the drama on TV she undid the cord on her pajamas and pulled them down very carefully, until her naked ass touched the palm of my hand. She sat down on it again but this time I didn't have to guess at which part was what. Her downy little cunt pressed against my fingers, her cheeks moved far enough apart for me to feel the impact of her asshole, and when I introduced a finger into her moist, tight hole she began to rock back and forth, back and forth, mesmerizing herself and me. The tender flesh of her inner pussy flexed around my finger, her juice collected in the palm of my hand, and when she began to jiggle her legs there was so much action going on that my fingers began to feel like cocks ready to blow!
We stayed like that for minutes oft end. Lora controlled her rocking very well to make it look as though she was just bored. But when the commercial break came on her father turned to her and snapped: "For Christ's sake, Lora, will you stop fidgeting!"
"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry." Lora pouted and Richard looked the other way. He hid Cindy sitting beside him on the big couch, leaning against him trustingly, her thumb in her mouth, her blonde hair in pigtails. She looked about five like that, but I recalled that scene between her and Lora, when she had acted more like a forty-five year old. Women were so deceptive, I thought. They could look like Cindy one minute and like Julie the next without feeling the strain.
As soon as the drama started up again, Lora took to rocking once more. My finger was right up her cunt now and my cock felt a deep longing to take its place. We were sitting off to one side of the room and Diane and Jean, who sat on the couch opposite ours, were on the verge of taking a nap. I considered the possibility of fucking her right in the room but dismissed it instantly. I was in enough trouble without that. Lora clutched at my hand with inhuman strength and rocked a little harder than was advisable. She'd be open to any suggestion at this stage.
"You really have a wonderful family, Rich," I told my brother. He looked surprised to hear me giving him a compliment but he took a second out from televiewing to thank me. "And I really like this girl here a lot," I went on. "My little favorite. Come on, sit on your uncle's lap like you used to in the old days." Richard smiled and shook his head, Diane looked up sleepily and promptly closed her eyes again, and Jean seemed to have drifted off already. Only Cindy was alert, I couldn't be sure but it certainly appeared as though she knew what was going on. When I hoisted Lora on my lap we both had to do some fast fumbling to get my cock out of my jeans and then to get her pussy over it without giving the game away. My cock stood up straight, she lowered her pajamas just a little bit more, and after lifting herself with both feet on the couch, she dropped herself slowly over the impaling monster. My head was turning from side to side, checking to see that the others weren't aware of our little game. It was hard for me to believe that we were actually doing this and that they were actually unaware of it.
But her pussy fitted itself over my cock snugly and slithered down the pole until her ass was hard against my pubic mound. I wrapped my arms about her and held her close, We couldn't move, of course, but it didn't make much difference. The motion of her muscles, those vaginal tics, and the sheer pleasure of being inside her body, were more than enough to escalate my passions in a vertical line. As for Lora, I expected her to blow her cool at any second. She trembled, clutched at me, and now and then a tiny moan escaped her, Cindy was watching us like a hawk. I was sweating with the suspense of it all.
Nothing mattered, though. Only the velvet and total caress of her cunt was important. "I'm going to come, Uncle John," she whispered into my ear, "and I don't know if I can do it silently. Everything feels so crazy inside me!"
"If it gets too bad get off me," I whispered back, "but don't do anything unless you absolutely have to."
"I won't! Oh Jesus, this feels good. You're so big inside me! She wriggled a little and almost caused me to blow.
"Look at your sister," said Richard during the next commercial break. "She's acting just like a baby, isn't she?" Cindy just nodded and gave us a sharp look. Again I was impressed by how much women knew and how little they admitted to knowing. The little blonde had watched us far too closely to miss out on any of the action; she was sure to have seen a glimpse of my cock as it reached for the sky, and she couldn't have missed seeing her sister's nakedness under the robe when Lora perched over me. But it was her secret and no matter how much she loved her daddy it would remain her secret—until it served her purpose to divulge it. I shuddered and returned my attention to the immobile fuck Lora and I were enjoying.
My embrace became tighter and I forced her down over me so that my cock impaled her all the more deeply. She moaned way in the back of her throat and rested her head on my shoulder while I kept pushing down on her and wiggling my dick about inside her tropical little cunt. The juice was streaming down, drowning my dick and seeping out, doubtlessly to create a nice big stain on my jeans. But that was a later worry. For the moment I just wanted to come in her, and the urgency of my lust told me there wasn't much time left. Lora was either crying or coming. In any case she had her head buried in my shoulder and she gripped my arm with all her strength. Suddenly a deep tremor ran through her that caused her pussy to twitch internally, not very hard but hard enough to provoke my dick to the point at which it had to let go its load. The cream bubbled out of my balls and rushed up the stalk to fly into her pussy, and for that excruciating period we were both frozen in the one position, gnashing our teeth, so tense and so hot that we wanted to scream! And then it was all over and we only wanted to go to sleep.
She lifted her ass off my lap surreptitiously and waited for me to tuck my cock back Into my jeans. When she heard the hiss of my zipper she moved off me, sat on her haunches on the couch, and quickly pulled her pajama pants back up. I checked my lap and saw the wet stain all around my fly, so I crossed my legs and lit a cigarette and; went on staring at the TV while my mind tried to figure out how long it would take to dry out. Lora excused herself and went up to the bathroom, Cindy had seen enough. She left her father's side and went upstairs, probably to talk with her sister.
"Well, that was a great show," said Richard. He got up, stretched, and asked if I wanted to join him in a drink. Diane and Jean yawned and slowly opened their eyes to make sure it was over. "It's refreshing to see a love story for once," he went on, "without all that hardcore stuff they dish out in the movies these days."
"Really?" My mind still wasn't functioning one hundred percent and the little thought I gave to his words made me wonder why he would say such a thing. "You don't like to see naked women on the screen?"
"No, it takes away all the mystery," said Richard crisply. He handed me my drink and resumed his seat on the couch. "Now that drama we just saw was, to my mind, erotic, and yet none of the actors took off as much as a sock or a shoe. That's what I call art."
"Isn't that strange," I remarked. "I can't get enough of nudity on the screen or off. If I had my way there'd be one channel that featured a wide-open pussy twenty four hours a day and nothing else."
"Well, different strokes," said Richard, thinking he was slick.
"No, it's not a matter of different folks requiring different strokes," I countered. "It's that some of us love pussy and others don't, and both factions have their problems. If you and I were normal we wouldn't even notice whether those actors had taken off their clothes or cracked their beavers."
"Here he goes, getting abstract again." Richard yawned, took a sip of his drink, and changed the subject, as abruptly as his wife was wont to do. "What are your plans now, John, or haven't you thought about that?"
"Why, are you in a hurry to get rid of me?"
"No, no, of course not, we're all delighted to have you here. But I do like to know what to expect.
"Listen, here's some money for my food and board," I said, taking the roll of fifty hundred-dollar bills out of my pocket and peeling a few of them off. "And when you want me to leave you just say so."
"Don't be ridiculous." He pushed the money back at me as though it didn't interest him at all So I picked it up and put it back in my pocket, much to his chagrin. "It's just that you and I are such different people, John. You've gone your way and I've gone mine, and I don't think we'll ever be reconciled to each other again."
"I'm reconciled to you," I shuddered. "What do I care how you make your money? All I want to do is take a break from real life, that's all."
Richard didn't like my answer nor my tone, but Diane said: "And you're very welcome to take as long a break as you want, John," after which he couldn't very well say anything. I checked the stain in my lap and found it had practically disappeared, so I said it was my bedtime. Diane gave me a little wave and Jean smiled drowsily. I made sure not to make too much noise going up the stairs, and as soon as I got into my room I walked into the closet and checked on Cindy and Lora through that convenient peephole. By this time I was sure Richard had drilled it himself and that he used it to spy on Cindy. They were too close even for a sugar daddy and daddy's girl. Perhaps he was more like me than even he suspected. I grinned and took a look. The girls were sitting on Lora's bed, hand in hand, talking earnestly. But their voices were too low for me to hear, and since it looked as if they'd be talking for a long time I retired to bed.
I turned to a blank leaf in my sketch pad and began to draw the scene at the pool, those four women frozen in various positions of shock and exposure, big-eyed, their breasts in motion, hands flying to cover their crotches and hair swinging to one side of their heads as they tumbled toward the pool. Beautiful! No wonder Richard's sensibilities had been-blunted. If I had to spend every day with four delicious women wouldn't I have to repress myself for the sake of the family? I felt as though I understood him a little better now, and the more I thought about the predicament he was in, the more sympathetic I became toward him. That peephole indicated that he hadn't entirely extinguished the fires. He had his dreams, and his dreams were much the same as those entertained by other men—young, supple, blonde schoolgirls, all of them worth their weight in gold!
I worked on the drawing without thinking much about it. The details fell into place one by one and my mind was only called upon when something wasn't too clear in my memory. For the rest of the time it thought about Richard, trying to fathom him for the first time, and the conclusions I came up with were surprisingly affectionate. Richard had no talent, only a good, plodding brain which he had used to make a lot of money. And money can buy a pretty blonde wife, a ranch house, and three lovely daughters, it buys the cars and color TVs and the pool, and presto! the American dream had been realized. But Richard couldn't be a part of it because he had to keep on working to maintain it. So he had devised more intense entertainments for himself, the kind that used up little time and were just dangerous enough to get the adrenaline moving. Spying on his little daughter, wishing he had the brute courage to make love to her without wanting to do it in real life. His fantasies about Cindy could carry him through those long, tedious days at the office, through cocktail parties, and past potential affairs. It worked out perfectly! Richard had conquered sex and its wasteful lures simply by allowing his incestuous longings some small outlet. The man was a genius! Either that, or he didn't know what he was doing, and could therefore only be called a fool.
I sighed and closed the sketch pad, put down my pencil, and closed my eyes for a few minutes. How did he feel about me? I got laid a lot and yet I had no responsibilities, I had money in my pocket but no ulcers, and I'd had more use of his pool in a few days than Richard had had in years! No wonder he wanted to get rid of me. Oh well, I'd go soon enough—just as soon as I had had Jean and her mother together! Could it be done? It'd be the ultimate combination.
"Uncle John?" Lora stood at the door, and when I looked up she checked the corridor to see if anyone could hear her. "Come to our room after everyone's in bed. Cindy and I have to talk with you."
"Okay, but you'd better be awake when I get there," I said. She nodded and disappeared, and I turned back to my drawings. I wondered what they wanted but didn't give it too much thought My thoughts had taken me into a very uncomfortable area. If I had a really good exhibition and made a lot of money from it, what would I do? Would I shove it in the bank and go on bumming around from one woman to the next? Or would I get a place of my own, marry the best woman I could find, and turn into another Richard? I could see myself with a paunch and an air-conditioned studio, and with students who were brown and free and turned my wife's head because they weren't me. The idea appalled me.
I was being silly. I pulled the wad out of my pocket and counted the bills over. There it was, the down payment on my just deserts. No, no, I would circumvent all the workings of fate, I'd stay single and keep right on poaching!
It was well after midnight when the last light went out. I was sitting next to the pool, staring at the shimmering surface. Jean's light was the last to go and I gave her half an hour to drop off to sleep. Then I threw away my cigarette and walked quietly up the stairs and entered Cindy's and Lora's bedroom. As soon as I had closed the door one of them turned on a small bed lamp and moved over to let me sit on her bed. Lora was wide awake, so was Cindy, and I wondered what was so important that it made them so alert.
"Cindy wants to play with you," said Lora. "She doesn't think it's right that we leave her out of the game and I don't think it's right either. Do you, Uncle John?"
"No ... no, I guess it isn't fair," I said, swallowing heavily. If I had been thinking clearly I could have seen this coming, but as it was the girls took me completely by surprise. "Er ... you've given this some thought, have you?"
"Oh, yes," said Cindy. "And then I saw you and Lora playing tonight and it didn't look so difficult. So I want you to show me."
"You realize your parents would kill me if they found the three of us playing together," I said cautiously. "I mean, this isn't a game an uncle is supposed to play with his nieces."
"We'll be quiet," said Cindy. She sat up in her bed, wearing her nightie, her hair still tied in pigtails. It seemed a shame to fuck a little girl like her and I wouldn't have if she hadn't been such a sexy morsel. Her tiny tits pushed at her nightie with impunity, two hard nipples on pitchers mounds, and her big blue eyes stared at me gravely. Did she understand what she was about to do? Well, why not, I thought, fifteen year old girls in other countries are married and have kids.
"Okay, let's all get on Lora's bed then," I said. "And take off that nightie, Cindy. You too, Lora. I want you sitting side by side, that's the way. Now both of you watch carefully." I stood at the end of the bed and took my sweatshirt off, unbuckled my belt, and let my jeans fall to the floor. My cock was swelling slightly at the sight of the two sisters and when I took it in my hand and began to rub it, the blood flowed in very quickly. "This is how a man gets himself hard," I said, "See how easy it is? All I do is stroke it and it stands up. But you can do this much better than I can. Show her, Lora."
Lora came over to the foot of the bed and sat right in front of me to take over. Her little hand formed a fist around my dick and she pumped up and down for a while, letting Cindy see exactly how it was done. The youngest tried her hand at it, too, very tentative at first, feeling my dick out before she began to rub it.
"Slower, slower," I said, "Now bend over and give it a little kiss. Don't be afraid, Cindy, it's all part of the game. Kiss the tip of it. There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She shook her head and licked her lips nervously. "Good, now try it again but kiss it with more passion, as if you really love it. Go on—No, let Lora show you." Lora looked very pleased to be assigned the role of assistant teacher. Even though her experience barely outstripped her sister's she went down on me with admirable verve. Her mouth opened wide and she swallowed my whole glans, holding it there until her sister had a chance to appreciate the feat. "Perfect," I said, trying to keep the strain out of my voice. "Now you try it, Cindy,"
"I don't know if-I can," said the girl, but she took my cock in both her hands, opened her mouth wide and did her best to take my knob inside. It wasn't easy for her but she wanted to learn the game and for that she was willing to try harder. She kept moving her open mouth back and forth along the surface of my glans, and in the process she was driving me crazy! Hot and cold storms ran from my cock to my belly, blood pulsed through my body with giant throbs, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing in her face right there and then!
"Very good!" I panted, withdrawing my cock quickly before it was too late. "Now let Lora show you how you lick and suck," Lora dutifully got down again and licked the full length and girth of my cock and sucked at my balls. But then it was Cindy's turn to try out, and when that little girl licked and sucked it was something else! I didn't know what made the difference. All I knew was that my cock became twice as hard and twice as vulnerable when her pink tongue flicked at my flesh and when her rosebud lips nibbled at my balls. I stood there on trembling legs and held her by the shoulders, watching that blonde, pigtailed head move about under my pubic hair, eating me with ingenuous zeal, and I had to go on to the next lesson quickly.
"Let's all lie down," I said quaveringly. "Ah, that's better. One on either side of me now. Now you two stroke my dick and I'll play with your little pussies."
"Oh, we do that too," said Cindy.
"Sssshhh!" said Lora angrily. I didn't say anything' but I remembered the way they played with each other only too well. Their little hands closed around my cock and I reached down for their pussies. I closed my eyes and just let the sensory details form a complete picture in my mind. Soft down stroked against my palms, a lot on Lora's pussy, very little on Cindy's. And then the silky smooth flesh welled up, parting, opening wide to admit my probing finger into the pink, moist valley. Two pussies clamped shut about my intruding fingertips and it felt as though I had plugged into two different sockets! Energy poured in through both fingers and accumulated in my cock. These girls weren't going to learn anything other than what premature ejaculation meant if this kept up.
"Now let go and just relax, I said, quickly moving out of range of their hands. The girls obeyed but I could tell that Cindy was wondering why the game kept changing so often. "Spread your legs and draw them back, that's good, just lie perfectly still and enjoy yourself." Cindy's almost hairless pussy drew me to it right away. Lora just couldn't compete with her younger sister but I didn't want her to know that. One hand went between Lora's legs and caressed her pudgy cunt, and my face moved in between Cindy's slender thighs. My eyes were an inch from her little cunt, and I drank in the sight of her white lips and the pink flesh bulging out from between them. How glorious cunt was! The petals Were just forming in between those full labia, budding and spreading out from that little button to shield her entrance. The lines were crisp and fresh, a brand new cunt, compact, the kind that would milk a man in a matter of minutes.
I moved forward that last inch and pressed a kiss to her cunt The little girl shivered and giggled, obviously enjoying the attention. My other hand had stroked Lora's cunt until it was nice and wet, and now a finger eased its way inside to move back and forth like a thin cock, That was more than enough for her. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on her breasts, squeezing them slowly in time with my finger-fucking, and that allowed me to concentrate on her sister. That pussy had to be initiated properly. Even though Lora had eaten it I felt there was much more to be done to it. I kissed her fiercely and let the tip of my tongue run up and down the split of her cunt, opening her up and tasting those sweet petals. There was no taste to speak of, not even when my tongue slipped into her tight hole and licked at her cuntal walls. The little girl lay back, alternately tense and relaxed, and with my free hand I caressed her hard nipples to help her along. Now she was getting the message. Those embarrassed giggles turned to whispered expressions of awe and her pussy grew tastier and juicier by the minute.
"Do me now," groaned Lora. "I like that too, you know."
"Wait a minute," I said, unable to tear away from the miniature cunt in my mouth.
"Please! This isn't fair! Lora complained.
"I'll do it to you," I heard Cindy say, and her voice was much calmer than I'd expected it would be. "Shift over." The older girl got up and squatted over her sister's face, lowering her pussy until it pressed into Cindy's mouth, and the tonguing began straight away. I looked up from my .work and saw that little pink tongue wagging about between Lora's lips and I saw Lora bend over in a sudden spasm of ecstasy, and then I knew I'd have to go all-out to keep up with the precocious fifteen-year-old.
I grabbed her outer lips with both thumbs and opened her up until her inner flesh was completely exposed. The tuck of flesh covering her clitoris was stretched out of the way and the tip of my tongue went for the naked button with a vengeance. I moved my tongue from side to side while my head moved up and down, I nibbled on it, breathed on, sucked on it, but the girl wouldn't be distracted from her sister for a second. Lora was moaning and shaking but Cindy and I just toiled. I began thrusting my tongue into her cunt hole and when that didn't have the desired effect I went a little lower down. My tongue rounded her asshole a few times and I waited for her response. Nothing. I licked at her anus and pushed at the yielding center. Her asshole opened reluctantly and I tasted her musky, cheesy flesh. Now she started to give way. She lifted Lora a little and looked at me from under her sister's ass, a worried look as if she didn't quite understand why I should want to do that. I kept it up, licking, pushing, fingering her clitoris while I regaled her asshole with the expertise gathered over twenty years of diligent loving.
My hands grabbed her tender little buttocks and mauled them, working her flesh in opposite directions so that her asshole would open right up. And once her sphincter was fully extended I was able to get my tongue right up her, licking, tickling, eating her out with my nose pressing into her yielding cunt hole. She stopped eating her sister, even though Lora tried to make her continue by jamming her pussy into Cindy's mouth. Cindy just pushed her aside and gazed down at me, still grave, still more curious than aroused, but definitely going places. I peeked up through her sparse bush at regular intervals to keep abreast of her progress, and I was far from displeased by the way it was going.
"What about me?" said Lora plaintively. "She's having all the fun and I'm sitting here on the shelf with nothing to do. Come on, Uncle John, be fair."
"Wait a minute!" hissed her younger sister. "You'll get your turn when he's ready, won't she, Uncle?" I nodded but kept my tongue up her asshole, pushing at her, nudging her pussy, working her over until my jaw muscles hurt too much to go on. But as soon as I moved back off her orifices Lora wanted me to attend to hers!
"Let me show Cindy first," I said, sitting on a volcano of temper. "You've had a private session but this is her first time, so it's not a matter of being fair or being unfair, is it?"
"If you don't I'm going to scream the house down," said Lora, and the determination that flashed in her eyes persuaded me to give in to her. She opened her legs, and when my face touched her cunt she grabbed the back of my head and held me down as though she wanted to drown me in her cunt juice. Cindy was far from happy about this turn of events. She wanted me to take her a little higher, mainly because she felt too restless to sit still. She complained that her body felt 'funny' and she had to keep touching herself to, stop her pussy from burning up. I reached out to assist her with a free hand, but she wanted my mouth.
"Why don't you oblige her?' I asked Lora. The older girl sighed and said all right, but she wasn't happy about it. Cindy parked on her face and promptly tried to feed her more of her asshole, but Lora wasn't having any of that. She licked the girl's pussy half-heartedly and only so long as nothing else was happening. But when my tongue lit her fire she neglected Cindy and surrendered to the passions I had instilled in her. It didn't make all that much difference which pussy I sucked on. Lora's was equally tasty, equally plump, and when I closed my eyes only the extra hair told me who it belonged to.
Cindy must have decided to practice the art of blowing a bit longer, because I felt wet lips close around my knob and her incredible little tongue sped around my flesh to take me to the edge of another crisis. It was barely possible for me to give Lora even a token licking at this rate, and my desperation inspired me. "I've got an idea," I said to Lora. "Why don't we take .Cindy the whole way and then she'll know the game, and after that you and I might have some peace, right?"
"All right, but hurry up," said the girl crossly. I pulled my cock out of Cindy's mouth just in time, gave myself a minute to recover, and then I instructed her to rub some baby oil on me. Her pussy was way too tight to take me with only her own fluid to pave the way, and I didn't want her screaming in pain or anything. And when Lora looked quizzical I gave her a conspiratorial wink as if to tell her that little girls needed baby oil but women didn't.
Cindy applied the oil evenly and then lay on her back as instructed. She was nervous but surprisingly eager. "You look just like Daddy," she said out of the blue, "except you're skinnier and you've got a lot more hair. But that doesn't matter," What didn't matter? I wondered. That I resembled him or that I was different? Her arms reached up for me and pulled me down, but I stayed on my knees long enough to direct my cock at her little pussy. The oiled tip moved right inside but the rest balked. "Just like Daddy," whispered Cindy. She didn't seem to feel any pain at all, so I pushed a bit harder and my cock inched its way into the cramped confines of her virgin hole. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she murmured, and her embrace tightened about me convulsively. "Ooooooohhhh Daddy, do it to me!"
I looked over at Lora but she hadn't heard her sister. She sat with her back against the headboard and masturbated vigorously as she watched my cock penetrate her sister's slit. Not far to go now. I drew back an inch and drove the rest of my shaft home, and for a moment Cindy gasped and choked. But she recovered and showered my face with kisses, all the while murmuring on about Daddy. I wasn't fucking her, my brother was! I was just doing it as a proxy! What the hell, I didn't care either way. My cock felt snug as a bug in a rug inside that pussy, and its path was greased by baby oil, blood, and fresh juice, making it so smooth that it was like getting a blow job from a toothless angel.
She was very small under me and fragile, and she didn't move very much at all. I kept my weight off her and just moved my dick in and out of her at the same steady pace, partly to maintain my own equilibrium, partly because I wanted to break her in easy. She looked me in the eyes the whole time but her eyes were glassy and her refrain of 'Daddy, Daddy, Daddy' showed that she was somewhere else altogether. She came with a tiny shriek and then the clouds cleared from her eyes. "Get off me!" she hissed, angry suddenly. "You're not him!"
"He's not who?" asked Lora, but Cindy just got off the bed and crawled into her own. That left me with a solid erection, and Lora had just the pussy to accommodate it. She was a bit sullen at first, but a few strokes got her into a better frame of mind and we began fucking like old partners. Now I abandoned the steady beat in favor of a hot and hard rhythm that had us both panting and writhing all over the bed. She muffled her cries of passion by pressing her face against my chest, and she wrapped her legs around my waist to get the maximum out of each stroke. As for me, I just let everything hang out. After being so concerned about Cindy I was much more inclined to be selfish, and so when I wanted to fuck hard that's what I did, and when I wanted to ease it in and out and experience the caress of her inner flesh, I slowed down. But my whims coincided with hers. Lora reached new heights that night, and the fucking wasn't over before she began to cling.
"Let's do it again tomorrow night," she said when we lay welded together by our sweat, my cock dripping its last into her pussy. "I love doing it with you, Uncle John, I want to do it all the time."
"We'll see," I said, rolling off her and reaching for a towel with which to catch the stream of cream running out of her. "Even I have to work now and then, you know."
"Hmph!" snorted Cindy, who'd been pretending to be asleep with her back turned to us. "That's a good one. Work! I heard Daddy say you don't know what work is."
"I'll tell him what work is," I said. "It's making a woman out of a girl." That went over her head but it shut her up.