Chapter 1
It was the arrival of my niece, Elizabeth, that started it all. She was my sister s only child and when Charlotte began divorce proceedings against her husband, Elizabeth was sent to stay with us by our mutual consent.
I must say that I was quite surprised when I met the child at the airport. Or perhaps child is the wrong word to describe her. She was altogether a ripe, luscious young thing of seventeen, delicious in the flowered skirt and pale yellow blouse that she was wearing that warm June afternoon.
Her figure seemed fuller than I remembered it to be. Her breasts had blossomed in the year I had not seen her so that they now swelled delightfully against her blouse. She was wearing one of those thin tricot brassieres underneath and this was perhaps worse than wearing nothing at all. I think I must have stared too hard at those young titties because before I knew what had happened, the nipples bloomed like cherries. It was really incredible the way they stiffened. I think that I was the only one to notice. Elizabeth looked at me and smiled. What sort of smile was it? A knowing smile, of course. But was there anything else to it? I was to find out later on.
She had been with us about two weeks already, and I must say that she had seemed to adjust quite well to our West Hartford household. My wife Catherine thought her an angel and my fourteen-year-old son Brian warmed up to her almost immediately. As far as I was concerned, she could remain with us through the summer and even into the fall. There was a private school not far away and being a good friend of the director, I was sure that she could gain admission if that had to be arranged.
So I was quite taken aback that Thursday evening, after dinner when my wife Catherine entered my study and asked if she might have a word with me. It concerned a certain problem that had arisen with Elizabeth. I put away the contracts that I was working on and leaned back in my swivel chair.
"So what is it, dear," I asked.
"Well," Catherine replied. "I don't exactly know how to put it. I mean, she is your niece and I wouldn't want you to think that I'm deliberately saying bad things about her. You know, I love the child."
"Yes, of course. But what is it that's upset you? You know I hate this beating around the bush."
"In a manner of speaking," my wife Catherine smiled, "that's the problem exactly. Earlier this afternoon, as I was passing by her room, I heard a strange sound coming from inside. It was almost as though she was crying."
"Oh...!"
"Well" Catherine continued, "the door was partly ajar, open just a fraction of an inch. Normally I would have knocked. But the impulse to peek in was absolutely irresistible."
"I see. You saw her doing something that she should not have," I asked.
"Well," Catherine answered. "She was sitting near the foot of her bed. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her brassiere had been loosened so that the cups were under her breasts."
"She was undressing, was she?"
"Not really undressing, Simon. It was more than just that. She was in the process of masturbation. She was diddling with herself, Simon."
The word "diddling" as it fell from Catherine's mouth suddenly set me on fire. I can't really explain why but my prick achieved instant erection. My fingers began to tingle with anticipation.
"Yes, Simon." my wife continued. "Her skirt was rolled up around her thighs and her panties were down around her knees. She had one hand between her legs, playing with that cunt of hers, while the other hand was massaging her ripe little titties."
"Did she know that you were standing there?"
"No, she was much too absorbed. Her eyes were closed, her body was shaking, her little fingers were moving in and out of that cunt hole of hers. I must admit, just watching her, made me get wet down under. My clitty started throbbing something awful."
"So what happened?"
"Well, finally I couldn't stand it any longer, so I walked away. I had to shower and change my undergarments as a result of the experience. In any case, when I returned to her room, I had resolved to have a little talk with her."
"And did you?"
"No, I didn't have a chance. She was gone, already out playing with her friends. Well, being that I was in the room, I decided to straighten things up. You'll never guess what I found."
"What?"
"A magazine."
"So...?"
"It's the sort of magazine that it was that makes it important. It was one of those pornographic things. It showed men and women together. One of them showed a man's prick in a woman's mouth. Another was of a man spanking a bare-bottomed girl ... filth."
"So what would you have me do about it? She is seventeen, you know."
"Yes, but she's also our responsibility. Have a talk with her, Simon. Find out if there's anything that's troubling her."
"Of course, if you wish, Catherine."
My wife thanked me and she got up to go. For some reason, however, I didn't want her to. There was important work that I still had to finish, but that could wait till later. Just now I was in the mood to fuck her-my wife, that is. I must admit, Elizabeth was also on my mind.
What was it that had aroused me? I'm not exactly sure. Perhaps it was the story that I had just heard. Or the sight of my wife's body. She was wearing a dress that fitted tightly against her bottom. When my eyes saw that luscious ass, there was no question of returning to my work anymore.
"Wait a second, honey. Don't go just yet."
"Why?" she asked shyly.
Her face was absolutely beautiful when she turned toward me. Her long black hair was done up in a bun above her head and her lips were red and juicy. She was remarkably good looking for a woman in her mid-thirties. Not that a woman is necessarily old and washed-up by the time she reaches that age. It's just that some of the women I know, especially after getting married, let themselves go. They gain weight, pay no attention to their bodies and consequently become quite unappealing in a sexual sense. Not so with Catherine. She had hardly aged at all, in the sixteen years that we'd been married, having gained just a little weight, but seemingly in all the right places. Her breasts were full and ripe, like two hanging fruits just begging to be gobbled up. Her thighs underneath her dress were delightfully shaped and the slight swell of her belly sent me heaving with desire.
"Darling," I said. "Did you get turned on watching Elizabeth play with herself?"
"Yes, I told you that I did."
"What about those pictures that you found in her room? Did those too turn you on?"
"Well...?"
"Be honest, darling."
"Well, that one of the girl getting spanked by the man was quite delightful."
"What about the one of the girl with the cock in her mouth? Did that turn you on."
"Mmmmm ... Yes," she nodded.
I was up from behind my desk in less than a second Catherine seemed quite surprised to find me standing right beside her. She made no attempt to resist as my arm went around her waist and down to the small of her back. I let my palm glide smoothly across the delicious curve of her bottom. She was wearing a pair of thin panties underneath, hardly anything at all, really. I could feel the warmth of her flesh through the dress and undergarment that covered it A soft little ass. I gathered it up, squeezed the cheeks ever so tenderly, running my fingers along the crack.
"Are you sure you want to leave, darling?" I asked Catherine.
"Only if you're busy."
I'm not busy just yet, but I will be in a minute or two."
"Doing what?" she asked. "Feeling you up," I replied.
"Do you still enjoy feeling me up?" she asked. "Do you still enjoy putting your hands up my crack? Do you still enjoy sucking on my bubbies?"
"Yes, your bubbies," I said breathlessly. "Open them up and let's have a look."
Catherine was wearing a light orange summer dress. It was sleeveless with a low neckline so that an ample portion of her cleavage was clearly visible. She reached for the zipper in the back, pulled it down half way and then slid her arms out of the dress. It fell down around her waist, so that except for the thin brassiere that she was wearing, she was naked at the top. The slight bulge of her belly quivered when I laid my hands on it. She was clean and fresh, delicately scented with a lemony perfume.
"Do you want to see them?" she asked. "Yes, show them to me," I repeated. "What will you do to them?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Suck them up," she replied. "You know the way I like it I want you to lick them nice and easy and then bite on the nipples. Bite on them real hard."
As she spoke, she reached behind her and undid the hooks of the brassiere. The shoulder straps slid easily down her long white arms and a second later the cups fell to the carpeted floor, revealing the most marvelous white breasts that you would ever want to see. They were round like half globes, and they stood up firm and proud, not sagging when released from their supports. My mouth fell on them ravenously. I licked them first, covering their smooth surface with my tongue, tickling the flesh here, squeezing it there, making her squeal and yelp like a wild bitch in heat
"The nipples, Simon," she begged.
I didn't forget them for long. They were little pink nipples, pert little things that almost seemed to have a life of their own. When I took them into my mouth, Catherine began to swoon. The dress that was still clinging to her hips suddenly fell to the ground.
"Oh God, Simon," she cried. "Are you going to do it to me here, in your den?"
"Yes, right here," I nodded, looking into her soft, brown eyes.
"What about the children? Elizabeth or Brian might interrupt."
I moved quickly to the door and locked it. Now there was no more problem of being disturbed, though I can't say that I would have minded Elizabeth breaking in on us. From what I had heard about her, she seemed like a very tempting morsel. Just the thought of her and Catherine in the same room together, suddenly drove me up the wall. What a grand time I could have, putting my big prick into one and then into the other. Elizabeth probably had a tight little cunt. It would certainly be delightful probing the slit with the knob of my prick, easing myself gently into the furry gash. From there, I could turn my attentions to Catherine, to her more experienced, more expanded muff. First one and then the other. Again and again and again I would do it to them. Again and again and again I would fuck those lovely little wet holes.
These were the thoughts on my mind when I turned from the door. My wife Catherine was standing just where I had left her, in middle of the room. The dress that she had worn when she had entered was now lying in a heap at her feet, her brassiere right next to it. She was naked except for a garter belt around her waist, a pair of black silk panties and black fishnet stockings. She had slipped out of her shoes of her own accord.
"Do you still like the way I look, darling?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You'll enjoy fucking me, won't you?"
"Of course I will," I replied. "I always enjoy fucking you, you silly bitch."
I walked over to her and grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties. I tugged at them gently and a second later my hand was wiggling its way inside. My wife Catherine has a bushy little pussy. Nice black curly fur. She leaned back a little as I went for her twat
"Are you going to finger me?" she asked. "Yes, darling. Of course."
Her cunt was a three-inch curving gash. The labial lips were already slippery, covered with an incredibly warm liquid. I slid the very tip of my fingers across its luscious surface, brushing the clitty at the tip, moving down to the smooth pudendum, all the way around to the warmth of her anus.
"Stick it in," she whispered.
"Where?"
"Everywhere darling," Catherine replied. "Into the cunt and then into my asshole."
"You like it that way, don't you?"
"Mmmmmm ... Yes, darling. I love it that way."
She was breathing hard, sighing through her nostrils as my big middle finger snaked its way through the moist labial lips, probing them open and then entering the deep vaginal orifice. She was silky smooth inside there, very warm and sopping wet.
"Oh darling," she cried as my mouth was pressed down On top of hers. Her lips parted and she swallowed up my tongue.
"My ass," she cried. "Get your other hand into my ass. Please Simon, fill both my holes up with your lovely fingers."
She had washed recently so she was clean and if that's what she wanted then that's what she would get. Not that I minded either. My wife Catherine has a tight little asshole. I like fucking her in it and I also like shoving my finger into its softness.
Which is exactly what I did. While one hand was down between her legs, fingering her steamy, wet cunt, my other hand made its way down her back, into her panties, across the sweeping curve of her naked rump and down between the warm cheeks. I probed the crack, found the pink flower of her anal orifice, and pushed my way inside of it. Catherine squealed with naked pleasure.
"Oh darling," she cried. "Darling, my sweet, sweet darling."
"You can do better than that," I whispered into her ear.
"What do you want me to do?"
"My prick," I said. "Take it out of my pants."
"Yes darling," she cooed. "Only keep frigging me. Please don't stop diddling with my pussy. Play with it the way you used to before we got married. Remember?"
Boy, did I remember those days. It was just slightly before the sexual revolution. The Pill hadn't been perfected yet and the fear of pregnancy kept most girls virgins, including my wife Catherine. A technical virgin, though. That's what she was. We used to do everything except that one thing that might lead to a baby. Mostly in the backseat of my beat-up Rambler.
Mutual masturbation was our favorite pastime, especially when we were watching those stupid Victor Mature movies at the drive-in. We would start about ten minutes after the credits flashed off the screen. Catherine would always wear a skirt or a dress so that I could easily slide my hands underneath, between her legs and up to the mouth of her cunt She would always remove her panties before we started, tucking them into her pocketbook. It would start with me doing it to her and invariably end up with her doing it to me. Once I creamed all over her blouse and she had a difficult time explaining where the stain had come from. After that, I always had to tell her that I was about to come. She would bend over, open up her mouth and let me cream inside of it
"Remember how it used to be at those drive-ins," Catherine whispered. "You used to love diddling with me, and I used to love diddling with you. Boy, every time we went on a date, I used to just go crazy with excitement It hasn't changed one bit with us, has it darling?"
"Not one bit" I replied. "Now why don't you take Mister Ed out for a walk." Catherine liked to call my prick "Mister Ed" for some silly reason. Maybe because she thought it was as big as a horse's. Well, not exactly, but it was big enough for her hungry appetite.
"Go on," I repeated. "Take Mister Ed out for a little walk. Why don't you give him a rub down while I take care of Little Miss Muffett." For those of you who can't figure it out that's what I called her cunt She once sent me a card for my birthday addressed in the following manner: "From Little Miss Muffett to Big Mister Ed." When I saw it I started rolling all over the floor. My parents, who were in the living room at the time, never figured out what was so funny. Being that I was eighteen and she was sixteen at the time, I didn't think that it would go over too big with them if I explained.
So here we were, almost twenty years later and we were still playing the same game. It's what makes a happy marriage, I suppose, though there are other things that are involved as well.
Catherine reached down for my fly. She unzipped it carefully, gently, and then she pushed her soft white fingers inside and got Mister Ed by the reins. It was pretty stiff by now and it took a couple of pats from her palms to finish the job. She pulled it all the way out of my pants and held onto it firmly.
"You want me to jerk you off?" she asked. "The way I used to do it in the back seat of your Rambler? It'll be a nice change of pace."
"Yeah."
"Just remember to tell me before you're ready to shoot your spunk. I want to swallow it in my mouth. I just love to feel that big prick of yours shooting off. I like to lick it with my tongue. I like to feel it become violent and then meek as a lamb."
"And what shall I do to you, darling?"
"What you will," she replied. "But make me come. If you must, go down on me with your mouth. I love to have you do that to me."
"Yes, darling," I whispered softly. "But enough talk for now."
She was holding my quivering rod in the palm of her hands and she was stroking it the way one Would stroke a wild beast. Back and forth and back again, letting her fingers reach down to my balls. She scooped them up and squeezed them for a second and then continued pumping my hard prick, applying a most exhilarating pleasure to its surface.
I don't know why, but Elizabeth was back on my mind again. Sweet little Elizabeth. Just a couple of years ago, I used to bounce her on my knee. She had always been a nice little thing and I must admit that it used to give a charge when my hand touched her little rump. I used to slap it playfully, and she used to respond by hugging me tightly, rubbing her legs up and down my body.
But she was not a child any longer. She was a young adult, practically a mature woman, quite ready for a good fucking. Why, my wife Catherine was fifteen when I had started playing around with her. I wondered if Elizabeth had ever played around with anyone. I secretly hoped that she had not. I don't know why, except, perhaps, that I liked the idea of copping a cherry, of being the first man inside of her fresh little slit.
Already those thoughts were beginning to form in my head. Already I was thinking of seducing her. It made me all the more ardent as I played around with my wife's naked pussy.
"Oh darling, rub it harder. Rub my clitty, darling. Rub it and rub it and rub it till I can't stand it any longer."
By this time I had pulled one of my fingers out of Catherine's anus. We were still in the middle of the floor, standing up, our bodies pressed close. I was feeling a little tired and my mouth was getting sort of hungry for Catherine's juicy twat. I wanted a taste of it. I wanted to lick those thick, running juices with my tongue.
"Let's go down on the floor," I said to her. There was a thick rug for us to He on, and it was "clean enough to eat off of" as the popular saying is supposed to go.
Catherine let go of Mister Ed for a second and got down onto the carpet. I quickly undressed her, undoing the hooks of her garter belt and then rolling her black fishnet stockings down along her milky white thighs, past her knees and calves and down to her turned ankles. Next came her panties, which were sopping wet at the crotch. As is my usual fashion, I lifted them up to my nose and sniffed them. The aroma was absolutely breathtaking. It sent me swooning, my pulse rushing madly.
"Still like it, Simon?" she muttered. "Still like the way Utile Miss Muffett smells?"
"You bet"
"I remember the first time you did that the first time you asked to smell my panties. We were watching one of those surfer movies at the Walker Drive-In over near Meriden. I took them off the way I always used to on a date. So that it would be easy for you to finger me. Remember how wet I used to get?"
"You still do."
"I suppose I do," Catherine laughed. "Well, my panties were as sopping wet then as they are right now. Remember how I was about ready to fold them up and tuck them into my handbag?"
"I sure do." I replied. "At the time I was a little embarrassed to ask you for them, to ask you for your panties."
"Why were you embarrassed?" Catherine asked.
"Well, I was afraid that you would think that I was a pervert or some such thing. You know how it was. Everyone was so strait-laced in those days."
"Yes, I remember," Catherine confided. "I also remember that I was thrilled when you made your request. It made me feel very good about myself."
"Why?"
"Because I used to be ashamed of the way I got all wet. I used to be ashamed of how smelly my pussy used to get. I thought that a man wouldn't like it"
"You silly goose."
"Really, I was very embarrassed by the whole thing. But when you asked to smell my panties, that changed everything. It proved that my ... my vaginal wetness was not at all undesirable to a man. I was so pleased to learn that it actually turned some men on."
"And it still does," I laughed.
Catherine's body was spread out comfortably across the floor. I patted her juicy thighs and she opened them up real wide. My hand slid down there again. And then my mouth. It travelled first to her lips and then across her neck, past her succulent breasts, over the soft mound of her belly, down to the furry nest that lay near the entrance of her vagina.
The sweet smell wafted into my nostrils like perfume. Ifs a smell that's hard to describe, hard to really set down in words. Suffice it to say that it's like nothing else that you can smell, more aromatic and more enticing than the most expensive scents that can be bought in beauty shops.
Pretty soon my entire face was down between her legs, between her milky white thighs. I opened my eyes for a second so that I could get a close-up view of her twat. It was just a slit, that's all. A ruby red slit, with fur at the top. What made it so exciting then? What was it that nearly drove me insane. Logically it doesn't make any sense. I mean, logically, this whole sex thing is absolutely absurd. But men are not logical creatures. Neither are women, I suppose. It's emotion and instinct, not reason and rationality, that drive us forward. I opened my mouth, took a breath of air and slowly went to work on her, gently performing the exciting act of cunnillingus on her naked, spread-out pussy.
First I let my tongue run across the rim, across the ridges of her labial lips. They were swollen and folded over like two wet drapes. My tongue pushed them open and then darted into the vaginal cave on the other side. It was dark and dank and sweet smelling and luscious tasting. In and out I probed with my tongue, first slowly and then more quickly until I achieved a rhythmic pace.
"Oh Simon," she cried, writhing around madly on the floor. I was afraid that her screams and wild yelps would attract the lads. She piped down for a minute or two when I told her but pretty soon she started it up again.
"I can't help it, darling," she panted. "It's so good when you do it to me. It just drives me crazy when you eat my pussy like that"
"What else drives you crazy?" I asked, getting up for a second.
"You know darling," she replied. "You know what else Hike."
"What?" I asked teasingly.
"Do it to me all the way around with your tongue. All the way around the world, darling."
All the way around the world! What a beautiful expression. When I heard her say it, my mouth started to salivate.
"Go on, dearest," she motioned with her hand, pointing it in the direction of her twat "Show me that you really love me."
So I did! My tongue swept the broad expanse of her cunthole, pausing only a brief second before continuing its journey to the very farthest banks of the slit, arriving after a few seconds at the snowy white flesh of her pudendum.
"Turn over baby," I whispered.
She rolled over in one smooth, easy motion, her ass high in the air, the marble white cheeks flushed a delightful red.
I grabbed them with my hands first, squeezing them and then gently prying them open, exposing the reddish eye of her anus. My mouth went down on it, first finding the crack at the upper end and then sweeping all the way down to the slightly salty-tasting orifice. Catherine nearly went crazy when she felt me inside of her. I don't know why, really. I mean, there are no nerves there that can be stimulated. I suppose it was the idea of my doing ft to her that way that was so exciting, which only proves once more that good, satisfying sex is as much a question of the cerebral as it is of the physical responses of a person.
Before I knew what was happening, Catherine was up on all fours, her legs wide apart, doggie style. I still had my clothes on, which was a little awkward, so I decided that before this game went any further, I would quickly disrobe.
"Quickly, quickly...," Catherine prodded as I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers drop. Then my shorts, my shirt and my shoes were removed. A second later I was naked except for my socks, which Catherine grabbed and pulled off my feet
"You look real good, darling," she whispered, turning her face toward my stiff erection. She reached out for it like a child and she gave it a loving pat with her smooth white hands. Then she bent over and kissed it on the swollen knob.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked. "Jerk it off or something a little more daring?"
"More daring."
"Like what?"
"Doggie style," she said simply. "Bow-wow, baby, bow-wow."
She was down on all fours a second later and I mounted her the way a cur would mount a wild bitch, sliding my throbbing hot prick between her legs and straight into the mouth of her cunt. I started moving it slowly at first and then a little faster, till I had built up a nice head of steam. Catherine was yelling and panting in an incredible manner, responding to my motions with a rhythm of her own. The teeth of her cunt were chewing my cock in a most delightful way. She was swallowing me up and spitting me out again and swallowing me up. There were times when I almost felt as though she was trying to tear it off and keep it inside of her forever.
"Oh Simon," she panted. "Oh darling, darling Simon. Do it in my ass now. Fuck my ass, Simon. Fuck it nice and hard, Simon baby."
A second later she had what she was asking for. I pulled my cock, which by then was slimy with the juices of her insides, out of her twat. I slid it up along the smooth curve of her ass, jamming it almost with a vengeance into her asshole. She jumped when it made the initial penetration. She was nice and tight, which I liked, but after several quick strokes she loosened up.
"Give it to me hard and fast," she begged. "Hard and fast"
"Are you almost there?" I asked. "Yes, my darling. Just a little bit more and I'll be flying."
Just to ease the way for her, I slid my hands around her tits and started to tickle her little plump nipples. They felt like hard little raisins and that seemed to turn the trick. Catherine erupted like a volcano, her body shaking and pounding violently as the first tremors of orgasm engulfed her. It seemed to start in the area around her belly and then travelled in waves, first up her spine and then through her legs. She began to buck like a mare, which made it fun for me. The harder she pushed, the harder I found myself pushing till pretty soon it was my turn to come.
"Oh darling," she moaned. "Your spunk ... I can feel your spunk in my ass. I can feel it shooting up me like hot fire, like an exploding gusher."
And a gusher it was too. The sperm kept shooting out of me like there was no tomorrow. It barreled out of the tip of my cock in short, heavy machine-gun bursts, till finally there was no more left.
"Oh darling, that was beautiful," Catherine cried "Absolutely delightful."
I was still on top of her, my arms hanging down from her sides, my head resting on her back, right near her neck. Her black hair was wet and stringy and disheveled Her skin was covered with a veneer of sweat that seemed to glisten brilliantly in the pale lamplight of the room. I could feel my cock shriveling up inside of her and after several delicious moments, I pulled it out. My knees were weak and tired and before I knew what was happening, I was down on the carpeted floor, stretched out like a lion after a luxurious run through the jungle.
Catherine bent over and kissed my much receded organ in a most delightful manner and then she lay down beside me, her head on my chest, her legs pressed warmly against mine. I put my arm around her and hugged her tightly, enjoying the warmth of the aftermath in delicious silence. It wasn't a nervous or bored land of silence or the kind of silence that you find between two people who don't have anything to say to one another. No, it wasn't like that at all. Instead, it was almost as though we were talking to one another telepathically, through our bodies, through every gesture and muscle movement.
About five or ten minutes had elapsed before Catherine finally spoke.
"Oh dear," she whispered. "I'm afraid I've thrown you off your schedule."
"Anytime," I replied.
"Weren't you doing something important?"
"Nothing that can't wait."
"Then we must try it like this more often, darling. I like getting fucked in your study, down on the rug like this. But I had better get up before Brian or Elizabeth comes around looking for me. I wonder what they'd say if they saw me here lying next to you like this, all naked as a jaybird."
"I don't know about Elizabeth," I teased, "but I really think that Brian might get a bit turned on."
"Brian??"
"Sure, he's almost fifteen years old, which makes him practically a man already. If he ever got a look at that pussy of yours, I bet that his mouth might start to water."
"Really??"
"Of course."
"You think that he might want to fuck me?"
"Why not?"
"I can't think of a good reason. I guess incest is a game the whole family can play," Catherine said, giggling a bit. It sounds like a rather interesting idea, Brian and me going down together. I'll bet he's got a big rod, like his dear old dad "
"I hope that you don't intend to find out through personal experience."
"Just teasing, dear," Catherine replied, getting up off the floor. She found her panties and pulled them on. Then she slipped back into her brassiere.
"By the way, Simon," she said as she finished gettin dressed. "Please have that talk with Elizabeth that we discussed earlier. I mean, it's not very healthy for her to play with herself or to keep pornographic magazines in her bedroom. Maybe something is bothering her."
"Okay dear," I replied not too enthusiastically. "I'll talk to her first chance that I get."