Chapter 4
It was a glorious, sunny Wednesday, one of Lisa-Marie's days off. She was thoroughly enjoying having her parents' large home to herself, even if she was too busy to be able to take advantage of the situation yet. Every night around ten o'clock, also, her Uncle J.T. would call to check up on her. What the hell.
Just as she was rousing herself out of bed, the phone rang. It was Andrea. "Let's go into town and have a big, lazy breakfast at the Vienna Cafe! I haven't seen you for days and there's so much to talk about!"
Lisa-Marie quickly showered and put on a pair of tiny shorts and a sleeveless cotton shirt. Underneath she had on her bikini as she assumed that she and her friend would take a dip later on in the ocean. Andrea came by in her father's car and picked her up.
"Man-I'd almost forgotten what you looked like! How's work going?" Andrea looked very pretty with her mahogany hair pulled back in one long braid. She was wearing a slightly low-cut shirt which showed the swellings of the tops of her breasts. Andrea was the epitome of voluptuousness.
As they drove into Huntington, Lisa-Marie excitedly told her about her freak encounter with Jacob Hunter, the guest who'd arrived early. "It was wonderful. My parents wouldn't feel quite so secure, either, if they knew that so far the hotel job they got for me has caused me to get laid by two men!" Since the two girls talked on the phone almost every night, Andrea had already heard about Mr. Jones. "And I really like my supervisor, Theresa, and I'm getting to be friends with a few other people on the staff there. I don't really know, but I'm starting to feel glad that I have this job."
Andrea parked the car and they made their way over to one of the outdoor tables at the Vienna Cafe. "I am fucking starving," growled Andrea as she greedily surveyed the menu. She looked up when she heard Lisa-Marie's faint gasp of surprise.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed the light-brown-haired girl in a stage whisper, "There he is again."
"Who?" asked Andrea, swiveling her head.
"No! Don't be so obvious-he'll know we're talking about him. Now discreetly turn your head around and take a casual look at this guy. He's a few tables behind you ... to your left. He's the one in the...."
"... White shirt," said Andrea, correctly finishing up her friend's sentence. She turned back to face Lisa-Marie. There was a look of reverence on the busty girl's face. "What a goddamn doll! Who is he?"
Lisa Marie pouted and in mock outrage she said, "Wait a minute-I saw him first. I stake my claim."
Andrea laughed, "Be fair-he's adorable. Can't we both have a crack at him, if you'll pardon the expression."
Lisa-Marie looked heavenwards in response to the bad pun. "Well ... okay. But you've got to promise that if you ever get into his pants that you'll tell me all about it in detail."
The promise was solemnly made and then the waiter came and took their orders.
Andrea moved over to a different seat, "So I can sneak looks at him, too." She tugged at her shirt, causing even more of her plush cleavage to be bared.
Unfortunately, breakfast turned out to be fairly uneventful as the debonair man continued to read his newspaper and sip delicately at his coffee. Lisa-Marie was burning with curiosity about him. To her knowledge, he had never been to Huntington before. But however was she to meet him? So far she had gotten laid as a sort of byproduct of just happening to get walked in on when she'd been nude.
"Andrea," she whispered as she brushed some crumbs from a bagel off her face, "How does one meet men?"
"Well, for one thing, it would help if this guy would simply look up. I've been trying for some meaningful eye contact with him for the past halfhour without any luck." She looked discouraged. "I remember my uncle once talked about his experience during World War Two. The day France was liberated, he said he was in a parade. You know, all of the allied soldiers. Anyway, some French woman came up to him and, since she didn't speak English and he didn't speak any French, she got her point across to him by grabbing him by the cock and pulling him into her house."
Lisa-Marie rested her fist on her chin. "Golly," she said, "What a terrific idea. Maybe I could just go over to James and pull him along by the cock."
"James?" asked Andrea, puzzled.
Lisa-Marie explained the bit of conversation she had overheard in the hallway of the hotel between the man and the older woman. "Maybe she's his aunt, though it sort of seemed as if they didn't know each other all that well."
Andrea nodded her head slowly as she pondered this new piece of information. It was at this point that the handsome James set his newspaper down and polished off the rest of his coffee. He stood up and rumaged in his pocket for a tip. As he did so, he looked around and, for a brief moment, scanned the smiling Andrea. Then he looked at Lisa-Marie and, for a scant second, it seemed as if he were going to smile. But then he turned and quickly walked away.
"Wow," said Andrea. "He looked like he not only recognized you but that he's sort of sweet on you! Lucky dog. Poor Nigel. Is he going to lose you to some tourist?"
"Nigel's got his ever-lovin' Nancy," replied Lisa-Marie, her eyes glowing. "Tell you what, Andrea. Before this summer is through and I'm off to college, my goal is to meet and bed James. And to fuck Nigel despite Nancy. But you have to chase after someone, too."
"Done," said Andrea, and they shook hands on it.
Later on that day, the two girls were quietly sunbathing when Susie suddenly appeared and plopped herself down beside them. "Hi. Nigel gave me a ride here," she announced, and then began to rub suntan lotion onto her lithe body. Susie had lucked out last week and had met some university man who was vacationing at the resort with his parents. She was irritatingly snooty about it, mentioning repeatedly about how rich and 'well-bred' her Alfred was. When Lisa-Marie had met him, she couldn't help but think that he walked like he had a carrot up his asshole. A penguin. But he was attractive enough in his tweedy, ivy-league way.
"Have you fucked Alfred yet?" inquired Andrea point-blank.
Susie was disgusted. "I've told you that I plan to be a virgin when I get married. And even then I'm going to only have sex when I want to conceive a child."
Lisa-Marie closed her eyes. As always, the heat from the sun was making her feel horny and she preferred her lecherous daydreams to Susie's vapid reasonings. Lately Andrea had taken to calling the blonde girl 'sushi' behind her back. Susie was acting like a dried-up old matron trapped in a shapely young body. It was surely a waste of good flesh.
As Susie prattled on about having had dinner with Alfred and his parents the night before, Andrea stood up and began to adjust the bottoms of her bikini so that they were smaller, just barely covering up her cunt.
Both Lisa-Marie and Susie stared at their dark-haired friend in amazement. "Good griefwhatever are you doing?" asked Susie. Her little pug nose practically twitched with moral outrage at how much skin Andrea was showing.
"I'm going fishing," replied Andrea tersely, and the big-boned girl set off purposefully across the sand.
"Oh my heavens," squeaked Susie, darting a shocked glance at Lisa-Marie, "It looks like she's trying to pick up that man!"
From afar, the two girls watched Andrea as she spoke with a moustached man who was sitting on a deck chair up on the boardwalk. Within a few moments, Andrea and the man began to walk off towards the more private part of the beach, the part of the beach which was dotted with large boulders that created cozy little necking places.
"Sonofabitch," said Lisa-Marie, "She's really going to do it!"
"She's been talking like a slut lately," said Susie, "so I'm not surprised. You and I have to stick together more. She's getting too far out."
Lisa-Marie nodded her head absently. She knew that she had her work cut out for her if she was going to be keeping pace with a go-getter like Andrea.
Over the phone that night, Lisa-Marie ooed and aahed as Andrea faithfully recreated her afternoon fling:
"While Susie was talking about that chaste nerd, Alfred, I just felt really pissed off about her pristine attitude. I'd already been watching this fellow sitting across the way on the deck chair. He was cute, and I like men with moustaches. I had been wondering what it'd be like to kiss someone with one. You know, to see if it tickled or what. So while Susie sat there boring me, I suddenly thought, 'Why not?' I mean, you and I did vow to go after men this summer and I thought that it'd be a blast to make my first attempt at being a seductress right underneath her nose. So I first rolled the bottoms of my bikini down as much as I dared to and set off. I was scared, but it's been awhile since I got laid by that fellow up in the hills and so I felt very ready to have some more fun.
"He looked up and saw me walking over and he looked away really fast. I could tell that I'd made an impression on him by the way he awkwardly shifted around in his chair. He later on told me that he just couldn't believe it when I had said 'hi' to him as he was wondering what he could do to meet me. He said that he'd always wanted to make it with a woman with big tits.
"Anyway, he said that his name was Henry and that he's here for a few days of vacation before he has to go back to work at some engineering company. Don't get mad at me, Lisa-Marie, but he had a wedding ring on. He told me that even though he and his wife get along great, he had just felt the need to take a separate vacation this year. They've been married for eight years. She's watching the kids now and when he gets back home, she's going to take off for a while. I felt kind of weird about it, but all I wanted was sex and that's all he wanted, so I couldn't see any reason to back out at that point.
"We discussed all of this while we walked along. He said I was a dream come true when I asked him to take a walk with me to a more private part of the beach. I told him that I'd been scared shitless to have asked him as I didn't know whether or not he was going to tell me to buzz off and find someone closer to my own age. I don't know. I just find men who are about fifteen years older than me to be real turn-ons. He had really nice crinkly lines around his eyes whenever he smiled. He kept looking at my tits and I knew that they were what he was going to grab first as soon as he got a chance.
"Oh, by the way, I saw Nigel and Nancy walking along in front of us and they had their hands on each other's butt. I don't like her. I don't like him either, but I still can't wait for you to screw him and get that snob out of your system. What an asshole!
"Henry spotted a good boulder for us to go behind and we went over to it. God, you should have seen it, Lisa-Marie! Some redheaded woman was going down on some guy who had a pot belly. Henry and I quietly backed up and got out of there, but seeing that woman sucking on that guy's cock really got me in the mood for some serious fooling around. We finally found a private nook a little ways up from the beach. We were both kind of nervous because, hell, we didn't know each other at all! But I knew he wanted my tits so I purposely held my chest out so he wouldn't forget they were there.
"He started it up by telling me that I was fulfilling one of his fantasies of meeting up with a beautiful girl and immediately getting seduced without any manipulation on his part. He said that he often thought about this fantasy when the kids and the bills started getting to him. Then I realized that he was sort of trying to tell me that he wanted me to be the dominant one. Or at least it seemed that way. I didn't know if I could do it because it just seems as if it's supposed to be the man who initiates sex.
And I don't have much experience to back me up. But I kept thinking about that pact I made with you and so I took a deep breath and kissed him.
"Let me report that moustaches don't tickle. They feel nice and soft. I kept expecting him to grab me while we kissed but he didn't, so I threw my arms around him. His tongue was sending all sorts of good messages on down to my cunt and I wondered if I could maybe ask him-don't get grossed-out-to go down on me. I read about that in one of those 'how-to' books I saw at a bookstore and I've been wanting to try it. And it seemed that if he wanted me to order him around and stuff that it was possible that I could get him to do that to me.
"I put my hand down his swim trunks and found that his cock was getting hard. I commanded him 'take off your clothes!' and he did as he was told. Then I ordered him to undo the clasp on my bikini top, which he did, and boy, did he stare at my tits as they came spilling out. But he didn't grab them! At first I was pissed and then I wondered if he was waiting for me to tell him to touch me. I said teasingly, 'Do you like them?" And he nodded his head vehemently. His subservient manner was starting to get me really hot. I told him that he could caress them if he liked, and he then practically attacked them! He kept holding them up and then letting them fall back into the palms of his hands, like he was playing catch. And he sucked on my nipples for a while. He was making me feel really wet.
"By the way, his cock arched up off to the side a bit. It was long and sleek and, like I said, it sort of bent over to one side. His balls were small and felt very full. As he fondled my tits, he begged me to squeeze his cock as hard as I could, which I did. I think he wanted me to hurt him, but I didn't feel like I could handle that sort of scene. I'm pretty certain by the way he was whimpering that I was satisfying some fantasy he had, at any rate.
"I pushed him off my breasts and got up. I directed him to pull my bikini bottoms down. He got on his knees in front of me and yanked them down. I've got a lot of hair on my pussy and I could see by the pleading look on his face that he wanted to go exploring. But I wanted to take my time. I let him get a good look at my cunt up-close before I turned and walked away a few feet. I sat down and spread my legs apart so he could see what he wanted so badly. I have a really deep pink pussy and I spread it apart so he could see it even better. I mean, this is the way he wanted to be treated! I felt like he was getting me to do his will, in actuality. But I've got to admit that maybe I've got a little of what it takes to be a female dominatrix in me!
"By now his penis was totally erect. But it was just so weird to have him look so longingly at me, like a dog, but not just go for the goods without my telling him to. I felt really powerful. You should try it sometime. Anyway, I started to rub at my cunt and I stuck a finger up myself just to tease him. He started to jack-off but I ordered him to stop, so he was in agony! I mean, he was actually whimpering.
"At that point, I couldn't stand it any longer myself. I told him to crawl over on all fours to me and eat my box. I was scared that he'd say, 'no way!' but he seemed really happy that that was what I wanted. He came over on his hands and knees and he just automatically started to lick and suck at my cunt. At first it felt funny, like it tickled. But then I made myself relax and I felt myself responding to his mouth. I could tell that he'd done that to a woman before. He even darted his tongue up my twat a few times! He grabbed onto my ass and held me tight as his tongue drove me wild. I kept stroking his head and soon it was me who was doing the whimpering. He was really doing a good job and that made me want to do something good for him. I made him get off me for a second so I could lie down. Then I had him get on top of me so that we could do 'sixty-nine.' Don't you know what that is, Lisa-Marie? It's when you're positioned so that the guy can munch on your pussy while you suck him off. I found it really hard to do as it was difficult concentrating on his cock while he was sending thrills through my cunt. But I got better at it after awhile. So we did that for several minutes and then the novelty wore off and I wanted something ... a little bit more substantial.
"I had him stop and move off me and lie down on his back. I figured that this time I should be the one who's on top. First I crawled over him and rubbed my tits over his face and chest. Then we kissed and I could taste my cunt-sauce on his moustache. I felt very lightheaded as I was so turned on. I stopped the kiss and told him, 'I'm going to fuck you now.' I raised myself up a little bit and got his cock into my vagina and then impaled myself on him. Like I said, his cock was long and I could feel it fill me up like totally. I arched my back, which seemed to make it easier for me to get all of him inside me. I told him to play with my boobs, and so, while he did that, I pumped up and down on him. He kept looking down to see his cock disappearing and reappearing from out of my hairy cunt. I really got caught up in the whole fuck and I practically was masturbating against him every time his whole cock was inside me and my clitoris was right up against his groin. I'd just grind my pelvis hard against him.
"He was a good boy and steadily kept squeezing and sucking at my tits while we fucked. Otherwise, he kept perfectly still as I moved up and down on top of him. I kept contracting and relaxing my cunt muscles in order to get to him as much as possible. He loved it! You should have seen his face! He was in seventh heaven.
"When I knew that I was close to coming, I bent over him and rested on my elbows with my breasts smashed up against his chest like a couple of pillows. I started pumping on his cock with short, quick moves. I bet that my ass looked great from behind! I really liked being in control of the motion as I could just go for it and satisfy myself. In no time at all, I had an orgasm and I strained against him while it lasted so I could get as much contact with his cock as I could. As soon as it was over, I sat up over him again and started fucking him again. I eased way up off his cock so that it was almost out of my cunt before I'd have my muscles suck it back in. He started turning his head violently from side to side-still hanging onto my tits, mind you-and I knew that he was about to come. So I began to move really fast on his cock again and then he cried out and I could feel the hot bursts as he shot off his wad. That felt neat. It came oozing out of my cunt and I just collapsed on top of him. We were both incredibly sweaty.
"To wrap it up, he took me out for a meal afterwards and then he wanted me to come back to his motel room with him. But I had to be getting home or else my parents would have called the police. I felt really sexy when I was back home because I had his dried sperm still caked to my cunt and the insides of my thighs! He and I are going to get together again tomorrow before he has to leave."
Lisa-Marie ended the phone conversation when she heard the doorbell ring. "Who can it be at this ungodly hour? Why, it's after eleven!" She moved cautiously to a side window and peeped out. She made out that it was Uncle J.T. standing on the doorstep. She felt a little irritated. "I wish he'd stop checking up on me like this! I'm a big girl now and I can handle staying by myself without some goddamn babysitter!" But she smiled, despite her annoyance, as she was fond of the longtime friend of the family. She didn't bother to put a bathrobe on over her scanty babydoll pajamas as she didn't even stop to think that it would be necessary to cover up for Uncle J.T.
"Uncle J.T.-what are you doing over here so late?" She stood to one side to let him in. As she did so, a cool night breeze wafted through the practically see-through material of her babydolls, causing her nipples to become erect. She noticed Uncle J.T's square jaw become slack as his eyes dropped to her chest, but he didn't say anything about her near-nudity as he walked on into the living room and seated himself on the couch.
He took a deep breath and said, "I came over here to make sure that everything's okey-dokey with you. I've been trying to call you all evening long but your line's been busy." He raised his eyebrows questioningly at the young girl.
Lisa-Marie shrugged, causing her high, firm beasts to jiggle. Her hard nipples poked out the thin cotton material of her babydolls, and the pinkness of her little treasures was quite visible. She looked very coquettish that night with her shoulder-length light-brown hair shining in the muffled light of the one lamp that was lit in the room. As she walked over to the couch, Uncle J.T. looked very uncomfortable and his eyes kept darting over her figure. The dark outline of her mount of 'venus was very tantalizing and her long, tan legs had developed a womanly shape to them which he'd never noticed before.
"So how are you and Aunt Janine doing?" asked Lisa-Marie as she settled herself down next to him on the couch. She looked hard at his profile. There was something different about him tonight that she couldn't quite place. Maybe it was the fact that it looked as if he had just shaved and that his salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed. Uncle J.T. usually conducted his life and his appearance in a somewhat bohemian fashion, so it took a bit of getting used to to see the man so well-groomed, relatively speaking.
"Oh, we're fine. Aunt Janine's gone to see a movie with one of her cronies and I got to feeling a tad lonely." He smiled slightly at Lisa-Marie and she thought for what must have been the millionth time about what a ladies' man he must have been in his youth. He still possessed a ... certain charm that appealed to women.
The young girl's brow crinkled with concern. Poor Uncle J.T., she thought. All alone with no one to hang out with. Out loud she said, "Well, I'm glad you came over if you're feeling that way. I get lonely, too."
He reached over and patted her on the knee and then he squeezed it. "You're getting to be a full-grown woman, kid," he said in his usual rakish tone. "You went and grew up while my back was turned."
Lisa-Marie was glad to hear her uncle talking in a more happy manner. Still, she knew he was feeling down and she wanted to do her best to cheer him up. Funny, but he still had his hand on her slim knee and he was rubbing it rather absentmindedly with his calloused palm. She shifted about a little bit on the couch as uncomfortable feelings had started to waft through her bod. At first she tried to deny it in herself, but she finally had to admit that the man was turning her on. Stop it, Lisa Marie, hissed her conscience to her. Even though the two of them weren't blood-related, she still felt vaguely guilty on incestuous thoughts.
"You have any boyfriends yet?" he queried. His fingers strayed a few inches up the insides of her tan thighs, sending additional shivers of arousal through her.
"No one in particular, Uncle J.T. Except you, of course," answered Lisa-Marie. This was an old joke between the two of them. To herself she thought, Boy, are my hormones ever acting up again-someday they're going to get me into trouble. As soon as he leaves I'm going to get-off-and how!
Since she was sitting so close to him, he had no difficulty at all in stroking the entire inside of her thigh all the way on up to her frilly, partially seethrough panties, all the way on down to her knee and then back up again. In that one movement of his hand, he managed to flick Lisa-Marie's triggerhappy ow-switch to full throttle.
"I've got a joke for you, kid," he said. Even his voice was different tonight. Husky. More masculine.
"What?" She loved his jokes. It was weird, but the thought came to her that she'd sort of like to fuck Uncle J.T. She became aware that a few buttons on the front of her babydoll pajamas were un done and that part of her cleavage was visible. Without stopping to think, she leaned forward a bit and scratched at her ankle. Her breasts swayed freely during this antic and she felt the yearning for release grow more intense between her legs-especially since, out of the corner of her eye, she discerned that he was peeking.
His face looked slightly red to her when she looked back up. "If 1 is lonely, 2 is company, and 3 is a crowd, what are 7 and 8?"
Lisa-Marie thought for a moment and then said, "I give up. What?"
"Fifteen!" answered Uncle J.T., straight-faced.
"Urgh!" groaned the young girl, and she started pummeling his barrel chest with her fists. "That was terrible!"
He grabbed at her wrists and the two of them started wrestling just as they had always done since she'd been a very little girl. She strained against him as hard as she could, pressing her body up against him as she sought to restrain him. She moved one of her firm thighs over his to gain better leverage against him. In the course of the struggle, electric currents jolted her cunt whenever her nipples rubbed against his chest. Once she slipped and fell onto one of his thighs with her legs spread, and the resulting sensation in her groin was that of sinful paradise. She felt her scanty babydoll top slip off one of her shoulders and yet she kept squirming in Uncle J.T.'s lap instead of calling time out to get herself totally buttoned up again.
"You're stronger, but you're still no match for me, kid," said Uncle J.T. from between his clenched white teeth.
"Says who?" demanded Lisa-Marie. Just then, her legs came in contact with his crotch and she was shocked to feel an unmistakably hard bulge in the man's pants. She twisted suddenly in his grasp, sending them both tumbling onto the thick living room carpet.
"Give up?" asked Uncle J.T. He was lying fully on top of her. She could feel his cock burning against her thigh.
"Never!" she snarled, then shoved him over and got on top of his stomach, stradling him with her legs wide-apart. His warm stomach sent the furnace of her lusts in full flame. This was a fun game. She was aroused and he was aroused, but she didn't for a moment think anything adult would really happen. But as she gazed amid her torrent of giggles down into his face, she saw him staring up at her chest with unmistakable desire in his eyes.
With a gasp, she saw that her upward-lifting cantaloupe-sized breasts had burst out of her pajama top. Her smooth-skinned, pink-tipped orbs looked very delectable in the soft light of the room.
With the young knockers bobbing so invitingly over his head, Uncle J.T. knew his hand couldn't resist reaching up to capture them.
"Like I said, you've turned into quite a woman," he murmured as his hands squeezed at her youthful firmness. He out-lined her nipples with his index fingers.
Lisa-Marie ran her tongue over her full, pouting lips. She knew it was wrong, but her desires had taken over the controls. She thrust her large, round breasts hard into his hands. "Did I ever tell you that I had a big crush on you when I was a little girl?" she asked. She never thought she would admit this to anyone, especially to her big, strong Uncle J.T. But then again, she also had never thought that he'd ever caress her naked knockers.
"I knew. It was a big joke between your folks and me and Aunt Janine. How do you feel now?" His soft words were oozing with honey. His hands moved down her trim waist and, with one finger, he playfully pulled at the elastic of her lacy panties. He raised his head up slightly and peered into her lightly -haired cunt.
Lisa-Marie felt drunk with sexual desire. "I feel good and...." Her words sounded faint to her ears.
"And what!" His finger flicked gently at the little pink nub of flesh he could see poking out from the delicate folds of her sweet pussy.
"Impatient," she whispered. Hot flames roared within her as he toyed with her clitoris.
"Get off me then, kid," said Uncle J.T. He got up and pulled his shirt off. It seemed to her as if he was trying to hold his stomach in, which struck her as funny since Uncle J.T.'s pot belly had always been the target of many a family joke. As he yanked his pants down, she turned her head aside modestly. But then he walked over to where she was sitting on the floor, her bare breasts so becomingly on display.
"Take a look. Tell me, have you ever seen a grown man naked before?" His voice had a tinge of pride in it.
Lisa-Marie turned and saw the thick tool pointing straight at her face. The tip of it was beet-red. His large balls dangled beneath his manhood. She smiled for she knew she was in for a good time.
"Well, have you?" he repeated.
"Why yes, Uncle J.T.," she said. Her large green eyes looked up at him innocently. She slipped her babydoll top all the way off her slim shoulders and then pulled her frilly panties off quickly so that her little triangle-shaped puff of pubic hair was now revealed in its entirety to him.
"Have you had sexual intercourse with anyone?" he wanted to know. He looked shocked when she nodded her pretty head affirmatively.
"Only twice. Promise not to tell Mom and Dad, okay?" She cupped his large balls in the palm of one hand and grasped his thick cock with the other. When he continued to look nonplussed, she squeezed his cock hard in her small hand, making the blood coil and churn even more than it already was inside of it. She could feel his hairy balls tighten up in response to her touch.
"You're only eighteen! And all of these years I'd been planning to be the first one. Kids! All of this sexual promiscuity...." he sputtered to a stop. It was impossible to be angry with the sultry sex-kitten kneeling before him and rubbing his cock. Her body looked soft and inviting. In the dim light of the room, she looked half-little girl, half-whore. Her thighs were parted and the flowerlike folds of her cunt beckoned to him irresistibly.
"And how many blow-jobs have you given to the guys?" asked Uncle J.T. with a trace of irritability in his voice.
"None. Not yet, at any rate," she said. She wished he would stop questioning her and lie down beside her. Her skin tingled with the need to be petted. She tugged at his arm, pulling him down onto the thick rug. So far this was the best game her Uncle J.T. had ever played with her. His hands floated over her breasts, thighs, stomach, and cunt while he feathered her throat and face with light kisses. She kept her hand moving up and down the shaft of his cock in a regular motion.
"Could you-would you teach me how to give a blow-job?" She figured that this was something which it would be wise to learn early on in her sexual career. His finger on her clitoris was turning her cunt into a warm, melting puddle.
"Your wish is my command," replied Uncle J.T. gallantly as he lay down on his back. His heavy cock flopped down stiffly onto his stomach. He placed his hands back behind his head, his eyes alertly drinking in the erotic beauty of the naked girl. "Suck on it. Use your tongue on it, too," he directed her.
It was wonderful seeing the sweet thing take his cock into her tender mouth. At first, she was very hesitant about tasting the velvety tip of the man's penis, but then she boldly sucked it into the warmth of her mouth. He wondered what she was thinking as she diligently lavished her tongue along his humming horn.
Gee, she thought, if only Andrea could see me now! And she felt smug that she got to be the first of the group to give a man head. When she had gotten his entire cock wet with her saliva, she began to suck it in and out of her mouth, running her fingers smoothly along the shaft whenever it was ex posed. She paid attention to Uncle J.T.'s reactions and she quickly learned what sort of motions he liked. The whole while, she was well-aware of his dark liquid eyes staring at her.
Suddenly Uncle J.T. said, "Stop!"
Startled, Lisa-Marie sat up, letting his cock escape from her lips.
He stared up at the ceiling with a wild look on his face and started mumbling crazy things to himself, "Good hot weather. Hungtington should attract a lot of tourists this summer. Good for business. Don't forget to stop at the all-night market on the way home for a can of cat food ... whew!"
"Whatever are you talking about?" inquired Lisa-Marie. She felt insulted. How could he be thinking about things like that when the two of us are involved in an exciting new aspect of our relationship?
"I'm trying not to come, kid!" He blinked up into her sulking face. "Say-you're pretty good with your mouth. Are you sure you weren't just joshing your Uncle J.T. when you said that you've never given a blow-job to a man before?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed. A large smile lit up her face and she asked him excitedly, leaning forward so that her nipples brushed against his hairy chest. "Do you mean that I got you all hot and bothered?"
He seemed to be somewhat embarrassed by the question as he appeared to be at a loss as to how to answer her. He sat up and pulled a cushion off the couch. "Lie down so that the pillow is underneath your hips," he said gruffly. As she arranged herself as he directed, he chuckled and remarked inwardly to himself. And to think that I was laboring under the delusion of having to greatly persuade sweet little Lisa-Marie to just let me cop an innocent feel or two.
"Is that why you came over here all shaved?" Her breasts rose lavishly into the air, pointing off to the sides as she lay on her back. The light pink slit of her cunt was raised by the cushion and, happily, her thighs were already spread apart. She wiggled seductively as she made herself comfortable.
"Was it that obvious?" He rubbed at his chin. "You know, as soon as your parents told me that they were going to France for the summer I told myself that it was going to be 'this summer or never,' that I got into your pants."
He climbed over the reclining young girl, his cock pointing menacingly towards her love triangle. And just like he always used to do when he'd pin her to the floor during their wrestling matches, he started making playful growling sounds and shaking his head at her. She squealed with delight and tried to push him away. The pressure of her arms as she pressed futilely against his chest caused her breasts to get pushed straight up in two firm cones of womanly flesh. Uncle J.T.'s mouth soon adhered to one of her erect pink nipples.
"Ohhh," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair as his mouth further stimulated her. His large knee was wedged in between her thighs, and she shamelessly rubbed her wet cunt up against it. She moved her hands down along his shoulders and down his strong but fleshy arms. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. She could feel her heart thumping loudly inside her chest. She ached to have her climax and yet, she wanted to prolong the ecstasy of the slow-burning build-up.
Uncle J.T. released her nipple and reached back and grasped his cock purposefully in his hand. He easily guided the tip of it inside her well-lubricated vagina, and she arched her back in order to better receive the hot goods. She pulled her knees up into the air. As he pushed his thick male member inside her, she very intensely felt every square inch of it fill her up. Due to her hips being lifted by the cushion, her little pleasure site was much more accessible to the man. His heavy balls received maximum contact against her plush buttocks as he began to rhythmically fuck her.
Lisa-Marie also was benefitting from the raised position, and her fingers dug into Uncle J.T.'s arms as he gave her clitoris a deep massage with his thick penis. His motion was deeply satifying-like a very rich dessert-and just when she didn't think she could bear any more, a powerful climax sent her reeling into intense ecstasy for seemingly infinite seconds. One low moan and then another escaped from her lips, and her pelvis bucked as the electrical feeling charged through her. Finally she was spent and she had to force herself to continue moving along with Uncle J.T.'s thrusts to give him an equal opportunity to have a good orgasm.
Luckily, since Uncle J.T. had had his fair share of experience, he was able to last through the tidalwavelike sensation of riding out the young girl's climax. The muscles inside her vagina gripped his cock with great gusto, causing him nonstop rapture as he wallowed within her cuntal confines. Yet, his willpower carried him along and he continued to pump steadily at her.
For a few minutes, Lisa-Marie waited for him to finish up and she began to feel peevish. I mean, this is wonderful, but I've got to get up early and go to work, she thought meanly to herself. But she didn't want to spoil it for him so she kept her legs accommodatingly spread apart for his pleasure.
Uncle J.T.'s breathing was very deep and very regular as his cock moved like a well-oiled piston inside her cunt. He ran one of his hands down her side and grasped her curvy hipbone. A slight tremor ran through Lisa-Marie, and she found herself caught once more in the slow-motion whirlpool which would eventually bring her to orgasm again. "This is good, Uncle J.T.," she whispered as her eyelids fluttered closed. "This is magnificent," she repeated to herself as her last coherent thought was spent in wondering if Andrea ever had more than one orgasm at a time.
She locked her ankles about the man's bear-like waist and clung to him as he patiently pumped enough energy into her until she cried out as she came once more. This time his cock seemed to pull this orgasm out of her by the very roots. It was while she thrashed out her pleasure this second time that the muscles of her vagina milked out a copious wad of Uncle J.T.'s hot sperm. He exhaled with a great whoosh! into Lisa-Marie's shell-like ear. "Well," he began faintly as he rolled off her, "I'm glad I didn't wait any longer before 'seducing' you. If I was any older, I wouldn't have survived that." He stared at her for a moment and then added, "if you're this good at sex now, I've got to admit that I really envy whoever gets to plug you when you're thirty-six! And don't tell your parents that I said that!"