Chapter 3
I stopped in front of a broken-down red barn, the kind that you often see when you drive through the Country. We were about thirty-five miles west of Hartford and I felt quite sure that this was as safe as any place could be. A broken-down picket fence covered with ivy surrounded us. Weeds and pretty wildflowers grew on the hilly ground and a small babbling brook meandered nearby. It was all really very pretty and peaceful. I took the key out of the ignition and pocketed it and then I turned toward Elizabeth who was leaning back comfortably in her seat, her legs spread wide apart, her hands resting gently on the white expanse of her exposed thighs.
"Well...." I said stupidly.
"Well...." she replied in a voice that was soft and sexy and somewhat wistful. Her eyes, green in the afternoon sun, were cast down to the floor, her head just slightly turned away from mine. Was she trying to avoid me? Had she suddenly changed her mind? Girls can be like that, you know. Well, as far as I was concerned, there was no turning back. I had to have her. I had to have that young, nubile body. I had to touch it, taste it, get inside of it so badly that my flesh was practically quivering with desire.
Without warning, I reached out and picked up Elizabeth's hand. It was incredibly soft, incredibly warm and just slightly damp. I pulled it up to my mouth and Idssed it first, running my tongue along her thin white fingers. Her head fell back for a second, her eyes closed,! her ruby red lips began to tremble. She was moaning softly, almost silently, like a small animal that's being petted. It was clear now that I had her, that I could do with her as I pleased, that before this afternoon was I over I would get inside of that juicy wet cunt of hers without the slightest bit of trouble.
"Elizabeth," I whispered, tickling the inside of her palm in a suggestive way. "Elizabeth, do you want to I touch my cock?"
"Your cock," she repeated. "Oh gosh, yes."
"Then go ahead," I commanded, letting go on her hand. "Go and get it like a good little girl."
She looked at me at first, not exactly sure what to do, her hand dangling in mid air, just as I had left it a few seconds ago. Her eyes were open by now, her legs squeezed tightly together, her pink tongue licking the rim of her moist lips.
Time seemed to stand still for one long, interminable moment as she was making up her mind what to do. Not that there was any question that she would go through with it. Just that she was a bit hesitant as I myself was, as probably anyone would be given similar circumstances. I stared for a moment at her long white legs. Beautiful legs. Incredibly beautiful. The tight blue hot pants that she was wearing clung to her body like a second skin and I could clearly see the mound of her cunt when her thighs opened up again for a brief moment. I could also see a dark, damp stain forming where the fabric of her clingy shorts came in contact with the opening of her vaginal orifice. That could only mean one thing. She was already beginning to lubricate. Her pussy was already starting to get wet, to make the preparations for the sacred act of intercourse. How long would it take, I wondered, before I would get inside of those pants, before I could actually touch the raw red pubis underneath, before my fingers could probe the moist interior, before my hard cock would be permitted to push through the labial gates and explore the lush, juicy interior.
"Elizabeth, darling," I suddenly whispered. "Come on, open up my zipper like a good little girl."
"Yes, I want to be a good little girl," she replied. "A good little girl does what her Uncle tells her to do, so I will obey your command."
Her hand suddenly dropped from where it had been hanging in mid air, falling to the crotch of my light, polyester trousers with dazzling speed. My cock had been hard through most of the trip out of Hartford and by now it was practically bursting through my pants, forming a thick bulge that was clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. And Elizabeth had looked very closely and had been quite impressed by what she had seen. You could see it in her eyes, which seemed to shine like diamonds, and in her lips, which were slack and sensual, and in the way her neck was craned and her head bent. She moaned a low guttural sound and then closed a fist around the bulge and began to squeeze softly on the erection.
"Oh, it's so hard," Elizabeth whispered. "I'll bet your wife, Catherine, likes to feel it climbing between her legs. I'll bet she likes to take it in her mouth, to hold it in her hands."
"I suppose," I replied modestly. This mention of Catherine suddenly made me feel somewhat nervous. What would she think, if she knew that Elizabeth and I were out here in the country getting ready for some good old-fashioned fuckingp Just the thought of being discovered by my own wife suddenly made me lose my erection.
"Hey," Elizabeth whispered. "What's the matter here? You were so nice and hard just a moment ago and now you're soft as a fat little worm. That's terrible."
Without waiting another second, she reached for my zipper, tugged at the nib and pulled the thing open. She unfastened the hook at the top, and then pushed her slim young hand inside my trousers, through the part in my jockey shorts and toward the flaccid, semi-hard meat of my cock. She almost cried out when she first was able to touch it, so thrilled was she at that moment. You could see her body go slack, her eyelids close almost against her will her legs open and then close tight around the opening of her cunt.
"Oh god," she moaned. "It's so good ... this cock of yours. It's the best thing in the whole world."
"Even if it's soft?" I asked.
"I don't mind," she replied. I'll get it hard, my love, get it nice and hard and then I'll show it such pleasure that it'll be grateful to me for the rest of its natural life."
She looked down at my hanging took petting it first with her fingers the way one would pet a stray puppy. She kept saying "Nice little baby," to it while she continued to stroke the soft meat, tickling the enormous head, scratching the underside, applying an exhilarating friction as she ran her warm palms along the throbbing surface.
"I know what you want," she whispered, addressing my penis as though it had a personality and a life of its own. "I know what you would like to see. Wouldn't you like to see my little pussy? Wouldn't you like to touch it? Wouldn't you like to taste its warm wet juice? Sure you would, my love."
The words "warm wet juice" had a magical effect on me. In an instant the blood started rushing to my organ and what had just been a limp, flaccid rod was suddenly an erect, throbbing lance. The thing was rock hard, pointing in the air like a giant finger. Elizabeth was masturbating it slowly, rubbing it, kneading and squeezing the flesh. She reached inside my pants and she grabbed hold of the sagging flesh of my scrotum, pulling at it and applying a delicious friction to each of my testicles. She seemed to enjoy their texture, the way they slid in her palms and I could see that she was really getting hot and excited with sexual pleasure.
"Now it's my turn," I whispered, stroking her arms and cupping my palms against her soft cheeks.
"For what?" she asked dreamily.
"Well," I replied. "You know what I've got and I'd like to see what you've got."
"My pussy," she asked. "Is that what you'd like to see?"
"Yes," I answered. "Your pussy."
Then be my guest. She's all yours," Elizabeth whispered. "You can do anything you want to my beautiful wet pussy."
"Good little girl," I laughed, letting my hands slide down to her thighs. I touched them gently at first, and then forced Elizabeth to spread them open for me. God, it was beautiful to see how wet she had become since I had first parked the car, about ten minutes ago. The juices were running freely now and the small, darkish stain that I had noticed earlier was quite large now, sopping wet, and delightful to behold.
"Go on and feel me up," she whispered.
Yes, I was going to feel her up. Finally, after all this time, my most secret fantasy would be fulfilled. For a second I had the feeling that I was dreaming. Surely one's seventeen-year-old niece does not spread her legs and ask to be felt up. Surely one's seventeen-year-old niece does not act the way Elizabeth was now acting. At least such things do not happen in real life.
And yet this was no dream. Elizabeth was as real as I was and what was happening between us was not a mere figment of my imagination. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with fresh country air and then, without further ado, I let my excited hands roam along the sweet young flesh of her inner thighs. I moved slowly, silently, one inch at a time, climbing toward the wetness that lay nuzzled like a treasure in the cleft of her spread-open legs. Soon I was at the fringe of her silky blue hot pants, just inches away from the hot gash. The lips of the mound were clearly visible through the fabric of her shorts and at first I began to rub them through the pants, to massage the mouth of her cunt through the clingy material of her summer shorts.
"Oh Simon," she moaned, repeating my name again and again in an almost endless litany. It was as though she was reciting some chant as she panted my name between low, guttural sighs of ecstasy.
"Shall I strip you?" I asked somewhat teasingly.
"Yes, Simon," she whispered. "Oh please, yes. Strip me."
"Good girl," I laughed, bending over to plant a kiss of approval on her slightly damp forehead. Her hair, which had been neatly coiffed on her head, had now come apart and was hanging like strands of fine yellow gold down the side of her face and neck and shoulders. Her pert little nose, cute as a button, seemed to flare as her breathing became more heavy, as her sighs became sonorous with the sound of intense sexual desire.
I bent down to kiss her forehead again, to lick her nose and taste the sweet wine of her ruby-red lips. I kissed her mouth hard and with passion, my fingers still between her legs, my hands still pawing her pussy through the sopping wet fabric of her blue hot pants.
Elizabeth opened her mouth for me and sucked my tongue into the hot opening. Her teeth were clean and slippery as I ran my tongue along their surface. I rubbed it across the hard ridges of her upper palate, along the softness of her inner cheeks, reaching as far down into her throat as I could. She was warm everywhere, sweet and wet with passion.
In my mind this tongue kiss was just foreplay for another kind of kiss that I would soon experience. The thought of it sent my head reeling with wild desire. Her cunt was waiting there for me, waiting to be explored, examined, waiting to be fucked. I kept massaging it through her hot pants, stroking it softly at first and then harder and harder, playing with it the way you would play with a little animal.
She still had her hand on my big dick and she had been rubbing it all this time, even as I had been rubbing her vaginal orifice. But now, as my caresses were growing more intense and as her sexual excitement grew more demanding, Elizabeth relinquished the massive organ, and fell back against her seat like a little puppet on a string, her arms dangling loosely at her sides, her mouth hanging open, her tongue sticking out from the corner like a little pink serpent She was mine, I thought to myself, all mine. I could do with her as I pleased. If I wanted to, I could fuck her in the cunt, in the ass, in the mouth ... anywhere at all. This feeling of sexual power exhilarated me, thrilled me through and through like a massive dose of adrenalin.
I looked down at her sweet feminine body in such easy repose against the car seat. I could see her little breasts, two soft mounds of pure pleasure. Her pink nipples had stiffened underneath the blue halter she was wearing and they were clearly visible, hard and ripe like two summer berries.
"My bubbies," Elizabeth whispered. "Please loss my bubbies."
"Of course, my sweet darling," I replied, reaching for the halter top, peeling it up over her breasts so that it now covered the top. Her titties popped out from underneath like bouncy little balloons. I was quite surprised by their large size, by their roundness and firmness. They didn't sag in the least bit, but stood out proudly, like two exquisite fruits, perfectly white and smooth, tinged on the underside with a trace of bluish vein. The nipples were situated squarely in the center of each fleshy hillock and they were the color of fresh strawberries, flaming crimson, hard and ripe and just begging to be eaten. Without so much as a word of warning, I fell on them like a wolf on a lamb, kissing each of those delightful mammaries, sucking and biting and licking the milky white surface of each trembling breast.
I saved the nipples for last kissing them and then taking the left one in my mouth while pinching the right one with my fingers. I sucked that left nipple like a little baby looking for milk. I chewed it first with my lips, then with my tongue and my teeth till Elizabeth was practically howling with wild desire. I gave that left nipple one last kiss and now switched over to the right one, my hand still nuzzled against Elizabeth's juicy cunt.
I worked on her breasts for almost fifteen minutes, practically driving her up the wall with the soft, sensual caresses of my mouth and fingers. Her head was leaning all the way back, her body gyrating like a hot machine, her hips and ass wiggling as though she had ants in her pants. Well whatever it was that she did have in those hot pants of hers, it wouldn't be long before I would find out.
There were three little buttons right at the crotch. White buttons that were round and shiny and that stared up at me like little white eyes. I reached for the top one with my hand and with one hard pluck, opened it up. Then the second one and then the third. The fabric of her shorts fell open and for the first time I was able to have a look at what I had only been able to dream about until now.
Some women are dark and furry down there. My wife Catherine, for example, is covered with a thick pubic bush that practically obscures the hanging lips of her raw cunt. In order to get a good look at it, I have to make her he down on the bed and spread her legs apart and then I shine a fluorescent lamp on her cunt. This enables me to examine it closely, to look at its exquisite beauty, at its marvelous sensuality.
With Elizabeth, however, all this would have been quite unnecessary as she was practically hairless. She had the pussy of a young girl, a few soft strands of fur growing under her belly but in no way obstructing or impeding a clear view of her cunt.
The hanging lips were visible from the very first moment that I opened up her hot pants. It was a marvelously red gash, the lips thick and juicy and flung wide open so that the deep hole that they were meant to protect was easily accessible.
"Oh baby," Elizabeth moaned. She lifted herself off the seat, and by shaking her hips rather vigorously was able to push her pants down her thighs and off her legs. Now she was naked, wearing only sandals and a halter top that was lodged on the uppermost portion of her plump breasts. "You beautiful little bitch," I whispered, kissing her pert little mouth once again. "Come on, let's get out of this car."
"Don't you like it in here?" she asked.
"Too cramped. It'll be better out in the open. I've got a blanket that we can he on top of."
I gave my niece one more kiss and then I opened the door and we both got out of the car. It was a little cool in the fresh air, but in a refreshing sort of way. I took the blanket out of the trunk and spread it out under a big shady oak tree, setting four heavy rocks on the edges so that the wind wouldn't blow it away. Then I let my trousers fall to the ground, unlaced my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt as Elizabeth looked on. A moment later I was completely naked, my cock standing high and proud, my balls dangling in the sac underneath.
Elizabeth was also naked, having left her pants in the car and having just slipped out of her halter. What an exquisite piece of female flesh she was. Those large, bouncy breasts made my mouth water with joy. Those hour-glass hips of hers, those marvelously long legs and narrow waist-they made me breathless with passion.
"Turn around," I said.
"Why?"
"I want to see your ass," I replied.
"My ass. ... It's a good ass," she laughed. "Men like to pinch my ass, and squeeze it and feel it up. Would you like to feel up my ass?"
"I don't know yet," I whispered. "I haven't had a chance to see it."
"Yes, I'd better turn around."
She moved like a ballerina, pirouetting on her right heel til she had turned completely around. God, I had never in my life seen such a thing of pure beauty. It enflamed me with sexual desire, that lovely white ass of hers. The cheeks were perfectly round, firm and smooth and just slightly dimpled when she moved. The crack between the cheeks was deep and luscious, leading all the way around to the whiteness of her thighs and the moist crack of her cunt.
I went over to her, wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her down onto the blanket. I kissed her on the lips first then on her neck and the hollow of her throat My mouth travelled slowly and gently across the mounds of her milky white breasts, down past her flat stomach, past her fleshy belly toward the steaming cauldron of her sexuality. I paused for a second at her belly button, inserting my tongue into this tight, shallow little orifice, licking its rim in a way that was meant to foreshadow what was to follow. Elizabeth seemed to enjoy the way I was teasing her body because she was writhing madly on the blanket grinding her hips and thighs to the sexual rhythm that was pounding away in her brain.
"My pussy," she said. "Go get my pussy."
"You little bitch," I laughed, as I gave her belly button one last, hard lick, and then continued my descent toward the sluice between her thighs. It didn't take more than a minute and I was suddenly there, my lips crossing her mound of Venus, pushing past the light sprinkle of pubic fur that grew underneath, finally reaching the honey pot nestled between her legs.
"O-o-o-o-oh...." she sighed in a voice that was the quintessence of surrender. "That feels real nice, Uncle Simon. Real, real nice."
I pressed my flaring nostrils right up against the fragrance of the moist orifice, breathing deeply and filling my lungs with her sexual vapors. My eyes suddenly bulged in my head, as though they were about to pop out and I began to tremble with overwhelming desire. Never in my entire life had I inhaled a more delightful fragrance. It had a sour, musky flavor and at the very same time it was as sweet as the sweetest honey.
"Go on, Uncle Simon," Elizabeth purred like a little kitten. "Go on and kiss my wet pussy."
And kiss it I did, without much further ado. I pressed my lips against her gushing hot cunt and caressed it with all my might, with all the softness and tenderness that I could muster. I let my tongue slide slowly across the labial lips, from the narrow opening at the tip of her urethra, all the way around to the snowy banks of her pudendum. In between I was able to lick the sweetest, tastiest piece of pussy that any man has had the pleasure of enjoying.
"Put it into me," Elizabeth suddenly begged. "Please, put your tongue into my love hole. I want to feel you sliding up and down inside me, inside my pussy. Oh, please Uncle Simon, please let me feel your tongue licking up my cunt."
She was begging for it. God, it was almost unbelievable to hear how passionately she was pleading with me. Well I'm not one to let a little girl down, especially if that little girl happens to be my favorite niece. And let me tell you, Elizabeth was quickly becoming my favorite.
I pressed my lips up against the nest of her creamy cunt and I kissed it with all the love and tenderness that I could muster. Elizabeth seemed to enjoy it because before I knew what was happening, she had twirled her legs around my neck, squeezing her thighs up against my face. Her ass rose up off the blanket and she pushed her pussy right up against my mouth and nose so that I could hardly breathe.
"Eat it," she said. "Eat pussy pie."
The little bitch was really flying by now, grinding her hips, shaking her ass, squeezing her legs tighter and tighter around my neck. I inhaled once again, and the raw smell of her feminine sexuality was so intense that I nearly began to swoon. It was like the vapors of some heady wine, sharp, sweet and intoxicating.
"Eat it, baby doll," she begged. "Eat Lizzie's sweet pussy."
My mouth had begun to salivate, as it would before a particularly exciting meal. Only to call Elizabeth's cunt exciting would be the understatement of the year. It was more than just exciting, more than just luscious, more than just tantalizing. It was like some sacred treasure for which no value exists. It was a priceless object, a thing of such incredible beauty that evelything else must pale by comparison.
"Oh, you little bitch," I muttered, my hands sliding down underneath her firm little buttocks. As I squeezed that warm little ass of hers, I ran my tongue all over her cunt I licked the lips first, drying them off and then marveling when they were wet and juicy again. Then, after a moment, I pried the drape-like folds of her plump labia open and in my tongue slid, like a thief in the night.
"O-o-o-ooh," she moaned. "I can feel it inside of me. I can feel your tongue inside of my cunt. It's driving me crazy the way you're frigging me with it. I can hardly stand it the way you're fucking me with it, the way you're pushing it in and out. Oh baby, give it to me...."
And then her voice petered out, as though she was out of energy. Her legs were tight though, squeezing my neck with all their might, and the mouth of her cunt was like a swirling whirlpool of flaming passion. It sucked my tongue inside, and chewed it up deliciously. You could tell that she had strong vaginal muscles and that she knew how to use them. I almost had to fight to extract my tongue from the hole, so strong was she.
"My clitty," she begged. "Eat my clitty, bite it with your teeth, baby doll."
No sooner did I hear the words that the deed was done. Whatever Lizzie wanted, Lizzie could get from me. The little bitch. You'd hardly think that she knew so much about sex just by looking at her. You'd hardly think that she had such an enormous and such a refined sexual appetite. I suppose it goes to show you how deceiving a person's appearance can be.
I mean, Elizabeth was the girl next door, pretty, sweet and innocent looking. Of course she dressed in provocative clothes, just like the girl next door that you probably have your eye on. Of course she had a seductive manner just like that little teen-age nymphet that you have the yen for. Of course she had a teasing manner, a tempting smile, an alluring walk. And yet, who could have believed that she was so well versed in the ways of sexual pleasure. That little girl next door that you have your eye on is probably just like my niece Elizabeth. All you've got to do is make that first move, press the right button and you'll have her eating out of your hand ... or should I say, out of your pants.
Just now, however, it was I who was eating out of her pants, it was my mouth that was nuzzled up against her puss, and my tongue that was playing with her sexual genitalia. I hunted out her clitoris, grabbed it with my lips and sucked it into my mouth. It was a fat little organ, slippery smooth and throbbing with intense pleasure as I rubbed my tongue across its nerve-studded surface. Elizabeth quivered as I did this, her ass jumping high in the air, her thighs opening and closing to imitate the movements of intercourse.
"Bite it harder," she begged. "Please, Uncle Simon, bite on my clitty harder."
Which is exactly what I proceeded to do. Not that I wanted to bite down on it too hard. I certainly didn't want to hurt her in any way. But it was a question of getting just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of friction.
I slid the clitoris between my sharp white teeth; I chewed on it with my lips; I sucked on it with my tongue. Elizabeth was practically climbing the wall with wild pleasure, practically going out of her mind with desire. Now was the time to give it to the girl with my cock.
Now was the perfect time to fuck her, and fuck her good.
I gave her pussy one last, loving kiss and then I pulled her legs apart and got ready to climb on top of her. Elizabeth, however, rolled to the side, her head resting on her arm. What the hell was this all about? Was she playing some sort of game with me? I was sure that she wanted to be fucked. I was sure that all I had to do would be to climb on top of her and leave the rest to nature. Obviously, it wasn't going to be easy.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
She looked at me dreamily. "Oh nothing."
"Something has got to be the matter. Do you want me to eat you a little more."
"No, it's not that."
"Then what?" I was puzzled. Up until this point, I had followed the textbook, broken none of the rules. I had engaged in enough foreplay for a dozen women. I had kissed her all over, had eaten her pussy, had frigged her, had given her my cock to hold and touch and squeeze. So what could be the matter?
"Come on," I whispered, my hand on her perfectly round little bottom. "Tell me what's the matter. I'm your uncle, after all. I want to help you."
"Can I be honest with you?" she asked, suddenly very much ashamed.
"Yes, of course," I replied.
"You won't think me a deviate, if I tell you what I want you to do. You won't think that I'm oversexed or anything like that."
"Darling," I whispered, patting her ass again. "Of course I won't think any such thing. You ought to know me better than that." I paused for a moment. What could it possibly be that she wanted me to do to her? How terrible could it possibly be? I don't know why, but I was suddenly trembling with wild, feverish desire. "Come on, Elizabeth, tell your uncle what's on your mind."
"Okay," she replied. "But you better not call me any names or think badly of me or I'll hate you."
"Don't worry," I said reassuringly.
"Well," Elizabeth whispered in a soft, sweet voice. "I've been a bad little girl, haven't I? I've let my Uncle play with my pussy which is a bad thing for a young girl to do?" She looked up at me. "Isn't that a bad thing for me to have done?"
It was a game she was playing. Fine, I'm all for games. I looked into her greenish eyes and nodded.
"Yes," I said. "Elizabeth has been a bad little girl."
"Then Elizabeth deserves to be punished, doesn't she?"
"Yes," I said again. "But how shall we punish her?"
"She should get a spanking," Elizabeth whispered. "When a girl is naughty, she's got to be spanked. I remember once, when I was twelve years old, my mommy came into my room one night and she caught me doing something very bad. She told my daddy about it and he came up and he spanked me."
This was getting nice and hot So her daddy used to spank her.
"Tell me," I asked. "What was it that your mommy caught you doing when you were twelve years old? What was it that made you get a spanking?"
"Well," she said. "I was a very naughty little girl. I remember it all very well. It was a snowy Christmas evening and I was all alone in my room waiting for Santa Claus to come and bring me a present. I was a sweet little girl, with little blond pigtails and a yummy little body. Everyone said that I was cute as a button. My boobs were small, just half a handful, and I was just beginning to get my shape."
"I see, so you were all alone in your room."
"Yes, I was all alone," Elizabeth said wistfully. "Anyway, at the time I was in the seventh grade and you know how young girls are. All that we used to do was talk about sex. At least that's all that Susie Morgan and I used to talk about. We even used to steal books from the library and read about things that we were much too young to know." Elizabeth paused for a second, inhaling deeply and stretching out like a little sea nymph underneath a perfectly blue and clear sky. "One of the things that we read about was ... well, it was masturbation. There was a long article about how girls masturbate in a book that Susie stole from her father's library. It said that some girls stick cucumbers into their vaginas. Other girls use soda bottles, and still other girls do it with their own hands. Just reading about it turned me on. I remember thinking to myself that I would have to try it because it sounded like fun."
"I see."
"Well," Elizabeth continued. "About a week had passed since I bad read that article and I still hadn't tried it out."
"And now it was Christmas eve."
"Yes, it was Christmas eve and I was all alone in the house. My mom and dad had gone to a party next door and they had left me all alone in the house. I watched some television, called up Susie and spoke to her over the phone and about ten thirty I went up to my room and undressed and slid into bed. It was a very chilly evening and I was wearing a flannel nightdress and a pair of cotton bloomers underneath."
"And you were all by yourself."
"Yes, all alone." Elizabeth nodded. "I was feeling very, very sad. That's when I suddenly remembered that article about masturbation. I remembered how it had said that girls can get happy if they do it to themselves that way, if they masturbate themselves."
"So that's what you did?"
"Yes," Elizabeth nodded. "First I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. I mean, I realized that it was not a nice thing for a decent girl to do with herself. But the harder I tried to fall asleep, the more awake I became. And without even realizing what was happening, I let my hands climb underneath my nightdress. I told myself that I would only touch it for a moment, that I would only rub my sweet little pussy for a second. Just enough so that I could fall asleep."
"Very interesting."
"Oh, it was terrible," Elizabeth moaned. "As soon as I put my hands on the crotch of my panties, I began to burn as though someone had started a fire in my snatch, as though some evil magician had cast a terrible spell over me."
"So what happened?"
"Well, I rolled my nightdress up over my tummy, and I grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of my pink bloomers and tugged them gently off my tummy, over my rump and down past my skinny little legs."
"So you were naked."
"Yes, I was naked from the waist down, my little pussy feeling the first stirrings of feminine passions. I mean, I had had feelings of excitement before, but I had never really understood what they were. Now, however, it was much different Now I knew that it all was centered around my sacred little pussy and that if I wanted to relieve myself, if I wanted to silence the aching passions that I was now feeling deep in the pit of my cunt there were certain dirty, forbidden practices that I could indulge in. I was a bit ashamed at first. After all this was the first time for me."
"So you were reluctant to start."
"Yes, quite reluctant," Elizabeth admitted. "But the itch between my legs was too strong for me. It was tearing away at my insides."
"So you masturbated?" I asked.
"Yes," Elizabeth nodded. "Masturbation was the only way out for me at that time. Now, when I get horny, I try to find myself a big cock. Then I was only twelve years old and I would have been too ashamed to approach someone."
"Did you use a cucumber?"
"It crossed my mind," Elizabeth explained. "I mean, that article that I had read about masturbation had mentioned the cucumber and the soda bottle among other things. But after much thought, I decided that it would be much too messy and I wasn't sure that it would be any better than my plain old hand."
"So you diddled with your fingers?"
"Yes, with my fingers," Elizabeth whispered. Suddenly her eyes went blank, as though she had fallen into a trance, as though she was reliving once again the experiences of that snowy Christmas evening. I still had my hand on her ass and as she spoke, I buried several of the fingers in the mushy soft warmth of the deep, fragrant crack. From time to time, my hand dipped into the sluice of her cunt, played with the enflamed pubic orifice in a gentle and amorous manner. Meanwhile Elizabeth continued to relate to me the story of her sexual initiation.
"Well, as I was saying," she whispered. "I was all alone in the house and so there was no hurry as far as I was concerned. I intended to derive the maximum sexual benefit from the mastubatory act"
"So what did you do first?"
"First I got nice and comfortable," she explained. "First I took the pillow that my head was lying on top of and I placed it under my rump, thus arching my back and making my pussy easier to reach. Then I took my bloomers and pulled them up to my nose and sniffed them." Elizabeth paused for a second. "I don't know why I did that. Maybe I do know why. The smell of pussy always turned me on. Even when I was a very young girl, I used to take my bloomers and sniff them. It was a pleasant aroma, a sweet, delicious thing to inhale."
"So you like the smell of pussy."
"At least I like the smell of my own pussy," Elizabeth whispered softly. "Actually, I've always wondered what it would be to smell another woman's love hole. I'll bet that it would be real nice."
"Oh??"
"Yes," Elizabeth whispered. "Take Aunt Catherine, for instance. I'll bet that her pussy is nice and tasty, nice and smelly. I'll bet that you eat it all the time, Uncle Simon. Isn't it true?"
"Well??"
"Be honest about it. Don't you just love sucking on Aunt Catherine's smelly pussy?"
"I indulge now and then," I admitted. "But let's not stray from the topic of conversation. You were telling me about your first autoerotic experience. Why don't you get on with it?"
"Okay," Elizabeth nodded. There was a strange glow in her eyes, as though the thought of making it with my wife Catherine had suddenly entered her mind. I mean, girls like Elizabeth are very strange and exotic creatures. Sex for them knows no boundaries, no limitations. They seek pleasure wherever they can find it These thoughts crossed my mind only for a brief moment, and I was to recall them several weeks later when they were confirmed. But I'm getting ahead of myself and ahead of the story about my naughty niece Elizabeth.
"Okay," she said again. "So I took my undergarments and began smelling them, closing my eyes and filling my nostrils with their sweet sexual aroma. God, I nearly went out of my mind with excitement,"
"So what did you do next?"
"Next," Elizabeth said. "Next, I did what any red-blooded American girl would do. My hands, which were just a bit damp with excitement, began to slither like a snake all along my body. I hiked the nightdress that I was wearing all the way up to my neck, and my fingers started massaging my tiny little breasts. As I've already told you, they were small and young, just two tiny Utile hillocks on my chest. But the nipples were big, almost as big as they are now, strawberry colored and very, very sensitive. God, when I touched them, I started to go crazy with excitement, with wild pleasure."
"Did they get hard?"
"Hard as cherries," Elizabeth admitted. "They popped up and felt as though they were ready to burst I caressed them tenderly at first and after a while I started to paw them roughly, to tear at them with my hand, to squeeze them with my thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes and pretended that there was a man in the room with me. I pretended...." She paused for a second, as though she was afraid to go on.
"What???" I asked. "What was the fantasy that you made up when you were playing with yourself."
"You promise not to laugh at me."
"Of course I promise."
"Well," Elizabeth confided. "I pretended that it was my father in the room with me, in bed next to me. I pretended that it was his hands that were playing with my breasts, that it was his mouth kissing my lips, that it was his body lying on the mattress next to me. I guess I was always a little tramp, always a dirty little bitch. I can't help it, though. Some girls are born to fuck, born to enjoy sex, born with perverse sexual inclinations. That's me ... a dirty little harlot"
"Don't say that."
"It's the truth. That's what I am. There I was, just twelve and I was already thinking of my father, thinking of making it with him, thinking of what it would feel like to have his big cock driving me crazy."
"Most people have incestuous thoughts," I whispered. "Little boys always dream about fucking their mothers and I suppose that little girls dream about their fathers It's a very natural phenomenon. Certainly it's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to feel dirty about"
"Perhaps," Elizabeth conceded. "So there I was on the bed, dunking of him, squeezing my hard little titties, working myself up into a frenzy."
"What did you do next?"
"I let my hands wander freely along the soft young flesh of my hot little body. I massaged my stomach, my belly, my belly button. I rubbed my sides, my legs, my calves and thighs ... everything. It was as though I was discovering my body for the first time in my life. It was as though I was finally learning about the pleasure that such lovely caresses had to offer."
"And your cunt?"
"My cunt was bubbling over." Elizabeth whispered. "I was afraid to touch it at first, so sensitive had it become, so raw and excited did it feel." I'll bet that your clitty was banging away."
To be quite honest, I didn't even know what the thing was. I had no idea of its importance in the sexual act I only knew that it was throbbing like a drum. Finally, after several moments of deliberation, I let my right hand slip across my mound of Venus, over the hairless flesh of my love hole, toward the flaming red sluice. The first thing that I grabbed hold of was my little clitty. It was a slippery little bitch, covered with warm, wet juices. In fact that whole area was covered with gooey syrup and even the pillow that I had my ass propped up on was dark and sopping with the vaginal liquid."
"So you rubbed it?" I asked curiously.
"Yes," Elizabeth nodded. "That's exactly what I did. I rubbed that little clitty like there was no tomorrow, squeezing it deliciously, massaging it vigorously, applying an exhilarating friction to its nerve-studded surface. That's why the clit is so sensitive, you know," Elizabeth explained. "Ifs got lots of nerves in it Ifs loaded through and through with nerves."
"What did you do next?" I asked. I don't mind saying that the more she continued to talk the more turned on I was becoming. My cock was bursting with excited passion. My balls were quivering. I still had my hand in the crack of her ass and I was feeling it up, squeezing it in a delightful manner. After several moments, I hunted out the pinkish rose of her anus. It was a tight little orifice, and slightly moist from the juices of her pussy that had run over. I took my thumb and drilled it into her, listening all the while as she continued the story of her Christmas eve adventure.
"After several moments with my clitty," Elizabeth explained, "I was ready for bigger and better things. I reached for the labial lips and pulled them open the way you pull open a door. Then with two slim fingers I took the dip into the pickle barrel. I still had my hymen at the time and it was a little painful when I fingered myself. But it was painful in a pleasant sort of way. I mean, it made my entire body come alive with pleasure, with lust and passion. After several moments longer I was back at the clitoris once again and soon I was doubling up, one hand fingering the honey pot and the other one diddling with the clitty. God, it was just heaven, the best that it has ever been for me. Not that I don't get orgasms now, but they have become such a predictable thing. At the time, however, I was experiencing sex for the very first time, I was learning what it was like to be a full-blooded, sexual being. It was like an adventure, like a glorious, delightful adventure."
"So what happened?"
"So I kept it up for nearly an hour. I would make myself come, and after resting up for several minutes, I would start the process over again, work myself up to a feverish pitch and have the thrill of orgasm wash me clean yet another time. It was beautiful-No," Elizabeth whispered. "The word "beautiful" is terribly inadequate. It can hardly serve to describe the ecstasy of that very first orgasm that a woman experiences, of that series of first orgasms that I had that evening, all alone in my room."
"So is that it?" I asked. Elizabeth had started by asking me to spank her and by explaining why a good spanking turned her on. At least that's what I had thought she was going to tell me about. But so far, she had made no mention of the fetish. Had she forgotten? Well, it turned out that she hadn't and that this story about her first mastubatory experience was but a prelude to the real point of her sexual tale.
"Well," Elizabeth continued. "As I told you in the beginning, my parents were out for the evening and I didn't expect them back till much later. Boy was I wrong. It turned out that they had come back so that they could hide my present underneath the Christmas tree. They intended to return to the party next door after waking me and showing me what Santa had brought me."
"Usually that's done in the morning."
"Yes, I know." Elizabeth nodded. "But they had gotten a little puppy for me, something that I had been wanting for years and I suppose that they didn't want to wait till morning."
"So what happened?"
"Well, my mother came up to my room. She didn't bother to knock at the door, afraid that I might get frightened if I suddenly heard a loud noise."
"So she opened it up without warning."
"That's exactly what happened. Mom turned the door handle, and then slowly walked inside of my room. I must admit that she took me completely by surprise and for several moments, I didn't even realize that she was there watching me. That just goes to show you how wrapped up I had become in my mastubatory fantasy."
"She watched you?" I asked, suddenly trying to visualize my sister Charlotte watching her own daughter in bed. Just the thought of it nearly made me come right then and there.
"How long did she keep watching you?"
"For several moments," Elizabeth explained. "Then she walked over to me, grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away from the juicy hole of my cunt. I remember one thing rather vividly. I remember that Mom reached down with her own trembling hand and she touched me there."
"Where?" I asked.
"Where else?" Elizabeth replied. "She touched me right on the crack, right on the lips of my steamy pussy. She sort of brushed her middle finger along the gash, dipping it inside for less than a second. Then I remember the way my mom took that finger, covered with goo, and placed it right up against her nostrils and inhaled deeply."
"Incredible," I said. "It sounds like you must have turned her on."
"Yes, that's what I thought too at the time," Elizabeth explained. "In fact, I had the terrifying feeling that she wanted to make love to me. I mean, several long, silent moments passed by in which neither of us said anything, our eyes locked on one another. The room, my bedroom, was filled with the smell of my pussy. I mean, it was really fragrant with the stuff. My sheets were damp with the hot juices. Sex was literally in the air. I remember that look in my mother's eyes. It was half filled with anger, half filled with raw, seething desire."
"Are you sure?"
"A woman can tell such things and even at the time, being no more than twelve years old, I could sense that she had the yen for me, that the sight of my naked, hairless little pussy had turned her on."
"Did she make an advance towards you?"
"No," Elizabeth replied. "Before the matter could get out of hand, my father s voice could be heard calling her from downstairs.
"'Charlotte, Charlotte' he called.
"'Coming dear,' Mom replied, and after brushing her finger against my pussy one more time, very lightly and very quickly, she quickly rose off the mattress that she was sitting on and ran out of the room as though the bats of hell were chasing her."
"And what about you?" I asked. "Were you in any way afraid?"
"Well," Elizabeth explained. "It wasn't that I was afraid. I mean, my parents had never been particularly cruel to me. In fact, they never so much as raised a hand to me in the twelve years that I had known them."
"Oh."
"You see," Elizabeth whispered. "We always used to talk things out whenever we had any differences. So I wasn't afraid of them. It's just that I was feeling terribly ashamed of myself. I mean, to be caught like that, with my hand on my snatch, with my little rump propped up on top of the pillow. I felt just terrible."
"So what happened?"
"Well, as I already said, my father, who was downstairs with the little white puppy that they had brought me for my Christmas present, called to my mother who in turn got up and left the room." Elizabeth closed her eyes. Her mouth went slack. I had my hand on her cunt at the time and I could feel the muscles tighten, the lips quiver, the large, juicy opening tingle with nervous anticipation. It was almost as though she was reliving that event, as though it was happening to her once again.
"So I waited," Elizabeth whispered. "I didn't even bother to get dressed again, or to cover myself with the blanket I just lay there, my little tush propped up on the pillow, my legs spread wide open, my juicy little pussy boiling hot A minute passed and then another and then another. I thought that the danger had passed. I thought that it was all over, that I would not be punished for what I had been doing, for that dirty little act that my mother had caught me in middle of."
"So what happened?"
"Well," Elizabeth panted. "Just when I thought that the danger had passed, the door opened yet a second time. It creaked open real slow and for a second I couldn't see who it was."
"And who was it?"
"It was the two of them. My mom and my dad. They were both there, this time, both looking at me the way you would at a very naughty child."
"Did they say anything?"
"Yes, my mother did all the talking. I remember very clearly how nervous she sounded, how terribly excited her voice appeared. She was trembling. I swear, she was actually trembling, shaking and shivering like a leaf."
"I see."
"She started to speak after hesitating for several moments.
"There she is,' my mother said to my father whose mouth was hanging open. "There's your precious little daughter. You didn't want to believe me when I told you. You didn't want to believe me when I said that she was nothing but a dirty little whore. Well, have a look for yourself. She's got that pussy of hers all steamy and hot. I'll bet that she's been dreaming about a big fat cock. I'll bet that if she had the chance, she would just love to feel a fat, juicy dick sliding in and out of that steaming love hole."
"Don't talk about her like that,' my father whispered.
"'Why not?' Mom said. It's the truth, isn't it Our daughter is a filthy little tramp, a slut."
"'Oh, be quiet'
"Won't you like to hear the truth?' my mother asked. 'You've been spoiling her something terrible, giving her whatever she wants. Now is the time to teach her a little discipline."
"'What do you propose that I do?" my father asked.
"Well the bitch deserves to be beaten, to be spanked. You know what they say, spare the rod and spoil the child. She's been spoiled long enough. It's about time that we showed her that she can't get away with whatever she wants to do. She's got to be taught some respect some morals."
"I could see that my father was caught in a bind. He didn't really want to beat me, and yet he realized that I had done something wrong and that I deserved to be punished. Ordinarily, I suppose, he would have talked the matter over with me. Ordinarily, he might have taken me down to the kitchen and discussed this thing with me. But my mother staring him in the eye, with my mother demanding that I be disciplined, he started to waver. Finally, after several moments had passed, he walked over to the bed, took my arm and squeezed it very tightly.
""Lizzie,' he said. He always used to call me Lizzie. 'My sweet little daughter, what your mom says is right You've been quite naughty and you have got to be punished for it. A young girl is not supposed to diddle with herself. A young girl is not supposed to poke around down there. It leads to other things. The next thing you'll be wanting to do is getting into the backseat with some young stud. It's not right not for a decent girl at least'
"'So what are you going to do to me?' I asked.
"Tin going to have to spank you. Your mother is right A beating is what you need to drive a little sense into your head. You've got to learn that playing around with your pussy is not nice and that you mustn't ever do it again. I believe that a little spanking will teach you this lesson."
"Those were his very words," Elizabeth said. "I remember them as clearly as though he had spoken them just yesterday. My mom, who was standing in the shadows in the corner, had a smile of satisfaction on her face. But there was something more than satisfaction. It was a wild, excited sort of feeling that I could see in her eyes. She would enjoy watching Dad spank me. It would turn her on, I was sure. As it turned out, it did. It most certainly did."
"So what happened?"
"Well, as I've already told you, I was completely naked, my nightdress up over my head by now and lying on the floor. Dad walked over to me, sat down on the bed and then lifted me up by my naked waist and turned me over his knee."
"Then what?"
"Well, you can imagine how he must have felt. I mean, he was just an ordinary human being with ordinary human feelings. I suppose that I must have turned him on because I could feel his cock stiffen in his pants."
"You could actually feel it?" I asked.
"Yes," Elizabeth nodded. "I mean, I was over his knees, my stomach right up against his crotch. Believe me when I tell you that he had an erection. It was big and hard and I'll have to admit that it was quite thrillling, quite exciting."
"So what happened?"
"Well, he administered the beating, slapping my bare bottom with his open palm. He didn't hit me hard, but very, very softly."
"So it didn't hurt?"
"No, not at all," Elizabeth explained. "In fact, I felt quite good, quite nice inside every time he brought his hand down against my bare ass. I began to tingle all over, to shiver with pure sexual pleasure."
"How long did he beat you?"
"For about five minutes," Elizabeth said. "He didn't even realize it, but in those five minutes I think that I must have climaxed about three times. It was all so terribly thrilling, so terribly exciting. Meanwhile, my mother was in the corner all by herself, where she thought that we couldn't see her. I watched her though I was looking at her through the comer of my eye."
"What did you see?"
"She was wearing a pair of red slacks, very tight slacks. They were pressed up right up against her cunt and you could see the neat little folds. Well, as my father went on with the spanking, my mother's hand slipped down between her thighs. At first she pretended that she just wanted to scratch herself, that she was just trying to relieve an itch. But I knew better. I knew the sort of itch that she was trying to relieve. It was that itch in her pussy, that itch that every woman in the entire world has felt at one time or another in her life. Mom took her long, beautiful hand and she started to stroke herself between her thighs. At first she moved slowly, and then as my father proceeded to spank me with more and more vigor, she proceeded to stroke that cunt of hers with more and more ardor till she worked herself up into a sort of frenzy."
"Did she climax?"
"No, not there. But she was getting close, because she finally called to my father and told him to let me go. She ran over to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the bed.
"'Come, darling,' she whispered. "Let's get out of here. She's had enough for one night.'"
"Is that how it ended?" I asked.
"Yes, pretty much," Elizabeth explained. "Their bed room was right across the hall and they headed straight for it. I watched them through the keyhole."
"You watched them do what?"
"Well, you know," Elizabeth whispered. "That spanking I had gotten, had only served to whet my appetite. When I saw my father being dragged to the master bedroom by my mother, I had a pretty good idea what they were planning to do. So, being a very curious child, I decided to have a look at how it's done, how people fuck, by watching the two of them."
"Weren't you afraid that you would be caught?"
"No, not at all. Perhaps I should have been, but you know how these things are. Sex is something that transcends the rational. You understand, don't you?"
"I suppose," I replied.
To be perfectly honest, I was becoming a bit weary of all this talk. I was in the mood for a little old fashioned fucking. And besides, it was starting to get late. If we didn't get down to it pretty soon, we never would. I told Elizabeth that while I was quite interested in the details of her sexual past, what interested me even more was the amorous present
"Let's not talk about your father and mother anymore," I whispered.
"Of course," she said. "As you wish, Uncle Simon. But I won't let you fuck me until you give me a spanking. I think that I would enjoy it very much. It has been a long, long time since that last one."
"So you wanted to be spanked."
"Yes, my dear," she whispered, reverting for a second to baby talk. I'm a naughty little girl just like my mother said. I'm nothing but a little tramp and I need to be taught some morals, some discipline."
"Yes ... discipline," I blurted out. "Over my knee, you terrible brat Get over my knee before I slap your face for you."
Elizabeth was quite compliant, getting up off the blanket that she had been lying on. She bent over my knee, her tail practically staring me in the face. I don't know what it must have looked like when she was twelve years old, but right now it was the juiciest thing that my eyes had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Some description might help the unimaginative reader visualize just what I'm talking about though it might be just as helpful to walk outside for a moment and have a glance at that pack of teenage beauties that regularly hangs around on the stoop or on the porch next door. Look at that lovely little blonde beauty, the one in those tight blue jeans. Try to imagine that ass of hers all naked and white and shivering with excitement Get the picture?
Elizabeth had an ass that was round as two half moons, bouncy but not fat Like a ripe fruit that's just begging to be devoured, it made my mouth water in anticipation. The skin was as white as alabaster, blushing just a bit right at the center. The crack was a dark, fragrant valley, a forbidden valley where carnal desires find their fulfillment. That ass of hers was a heavenly thing, a thing of beauty, the stuff that wet dreams are made of.
Could I slap it? Did I have the power to strike what I loved so dearly? I bit my lips for a second, sucked in a breath full of air and raised my right hand. Slowly I brought it down on the juicy ass flesh. The sound of the slap filled the air like a thunderclap. Elizabeth yelped loudly as the reddish outline of my palm formed on the globes of her bottom. Should I hit her again? I wasn't sure at first. I mean, I didn't feel right spanking her. But she began to wiggle in a playful sort of way, her belly rubbing against the shaft of my throbbing prick. Her thighs spread open so that I could see the slimy little pit in the center. It was wet, juicy, creamy with the syrup of sexual excitement She let me look at that moist love hole for a second and then the legs closed again and I could see it no longer.
"You want to get inside of me, don't you?" she suddenly asked like a playful little bunny.
"Yes, you know I do."
"You want to fuck me more than anything in the whole world, don't you Uncle Simon?"
"Of course I do," I replied.
"Then you'd better do this my way. A beating is what I want and a beating is what I'd better get. Beat my little tush till it's red and raw. Afterwards I'll open these legs for you again and let you put that big, bard cock into the pickle barrel"
"Okay, you little bitch," I whispered, somewhat infuriated by the tone of her voice, by her haughty manner. So she wanted a beating? Well, she would get one that would keep her off her ass for a week. Without so much as a warning, my hand fell with renewed vigor, with renewed fury on the naked flesh of her voluptuous but tocks. I hit her again and again, harder and harder, till I had practically worked myself up into a sweat.
Elizabeth squealed like a little pig, her face contorted in a strange way. Her body shook and shivered, her legs thrusting in the air, her hips grinding madly with each blow. Suddenly I remembered the story that she had told me. She had come three times while her father had beaten her. Would my hands produce similar results? Well, it didn't take very long to learn the answer.
I had been going at it for nearly five minutes when her entire body suddenly went limp for a second, as though the life had been drained from it. Her lips were beginning to quiver in a strangely sensual manner. Her breathing became thick and heavy and without warning she exploded like a raging inferno.
"O-o-o-o-o-ohhhhhh," she squealed. "Oh god, this is nice, Uncle Simon."
Her ass contracted, her legs and arms tightened, her spine became rigid, like a bow just before it's going to be fired. I remember the smile that emanated from between those fat, womanly thighs of hers. It was a musky aroma, a salty, sexy aroma that made me blind with desire. How long could I control my emotions? How long could I restrain that cock of mine? How could I keep it away from that boiling kettle of excitement that it was so eager to plunge inside of? You can imagine how difficult it had been till now. But with Elizabeth wiggling around on top of me, with her belly and her breasts and the upper lips of her cunt rubbing themselves against my lap, it was becoming nearly impossible not to do anything.
Well, as I've already said, Elizabeth tensed up for a second and then like a volcano that suddenly erupts, she was all over the place, rolling, jumping, wiggling like a fish that's been pulled out of water. Before I could do anything, she had squirmed out of my lap, and was standing on top of me, her legs spread over mine, her love mound on the same level as my mouth. She pushed the lightly furred nook right up against my lips and made me give her several long, hard licks. It was like licking a dripping ice-cream cone, like licking a cream-covered cake. The juices of her wet snatch dribbled into my mouth like a strange, exotic nectar. I closed my eyes and knew that the moment was at hand for me, that the moment was at hand for the two of us. She thrust with her puss against my face again and again and then she finally sat herself down on top of my hard prick, her legs positioned perfectly, bending down at the knees first, wiggling a bit and then drawing back.
What a cunt!!! What a wild, wet piece of cunt!!! The hole was deep and yet very, very tight It latched onto the swollen knob of my cock like a pair of soft, rubbery pliers. It was as though that vaginal orifice had a mind and a life of its own, as though it knew just what it wanted and just how to go about getting it.
My hands went easily around Elizabeth's waist and I gripped it tightly as her legs spread open and latched themselves around my ribs. So this was it, the consummation of more than an hour of foreplay. We were going to fuck in the sitting position, she on top of me, her wet cunt plunging down on the super-firm shaft of my bulging prick.
The insides were like velvet, like warm, liquefied velvet. It was more than enough to accommodate the full length of my monstrously swollen tool, from the reddish tip to the bursting hilt.
"You're fucking me," Elizabeth whispered. "You're fucking my cunt and it feels glorious."
She pressed her bubbies up against my chest as she gyrated up and down on the long pole. All the while her mouth was kissing my neck, my lips, my face. Her tongue was lashing out against my flesh, her nails, long and sharp, were digging deeply into my back. I scooped my palms under her still reddish ass and I squeezed those plump, fleshy cheeks.
"Oh Simon," the girl whispered again. "You feel so good inside of me. You feel better than any man that I've ever fucked." She paused for a second to gasp for air, her slippery snatch gliding up and down the pole, the velvety teeth and the juicy lips biting and sucking and chewing on my mammoth organ. "Simon, it feels like heaven when you fuck me like that It feels just like heaven, my sweet, lovely darling."
So I was getting to her. That made me feel good. And the irony of it was that I didn't have to do anything. With some women, you've got to pump like a motherfucker. They just He there and expect you to do all the work. Well, with Elizabeth it was different. The spanking must have acted like a catalyst on her. The spanking must have brought her feminine emotions to a feverish pitch and now all I had to do was sit back, hold her tight and let her do the rest.
God, she was fucking me in the best sense of the word. Her boobs were rubbing all over me. Once she lifted them up to my mouth, disgorging my prick momentarily from the embrace of her snatch, and made me loss them tenderly. She pushed those big, pink nipples between my teeth and made me bite and suck on them till she was nearly dizzy with maddening passion. A second later she resumed the coital position, her pussy zeroing in again on my fat dick, slipping down on top of it, squeezing it deliriously, applying an exhilarating friction to its raw, red surface. It wouldn't be long now. Just a few more minutes and I would come. I could feel the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes, and wishing to prolong the moment, wishing to make it last as long as possible, I started to think about baseball.
It's funny that I should have been thinking of sports at such a moment, and yet, I've always found that this helps calm me down, helps postpone the final, inevitable release of semen. Los Angeles was the team that I was rooting for and they were in Pittsburgh for a crucial series. Would they win? It depended on the pitching. It had to hold up. It just had to.
Suddenly the sound of Elizabeth's wild, feverish panting brought me back to the reality of the moment. Her face was drenched with perspiration. Her hair was knotted and moist, hanging beautifully around her long, white neck. Her green eyes glistened in the late afternoon sunshine. Her mouth was a little pink dab on her face, round and sensual and filled with excitement. For a second I thought of her mouth as another cunt, another sweet, delicious love hole.
"Oh god," Elizabeth cried out. "I'm coming ... I'm going to come."
I was also on the way and the first squirts of seminal fluid had already spilled into her womanly womb. I closed my eyes and tense my legs. The thrill of holding it back was delicious. Elizabeth was already there, shaking all over the place, wiggling her hips in a suggestive manner, bouncing her ass up and down the blanket that we were sitting on.
In between the violent waves of pleasure that racked her lovely young body, she gasped and squealed in the most delightful manner that I have ever heard. It was like music to my ears, like the sweetest, most enticing music that I had ever heard.
"O-o-o-o-h. ... Aughhhhhhhhhhh," she cried, shaking her head and flailing her arms madly in the air. "This is lovely, my darling. This is lovely."
"I'm about to come too," I whispered into her ear. "Do you mind if I shoot it off inside of your cunt?"
"No, not there," she whispered. "Do it in my mouth, Uncle Simon. This way I'll be able to taste your come. This way I'll be able to drink it, to swallow it"
She suddenly hoisted herself off my lance and grabbed hold of my big, fat prick with both of her hands. It was covered from top to bottom with a veneer of shiny pussy come, fragrant with that wondrous, dizzying aroma. Elizabeth's mouth opened up like a fish, and she suddenly plunged down on the hot throbbing tool swallowing it up with her lips.
She gave my cock several long, loving licks, her tongue covering it with kisses, her teeth biting gently along the bursting, vein-covered surface. It was heaven, sheer heaven to be inside of her hot little mouth. She was eating my cock like a professional, applying just enough pleasure in all the right places.
"Nice little cock," she muttered with the thing still in her mouth. "Sweet, tasty little cock all covered with pussy juice. ... You're already starting to dribble, already starting to unload."
I had my hands on her head by now and I was pushing the hot tool deep into her throat as I felt the first paroxyms of sexual pleasure overwhelm me. My testicles were quivering madly. My body had broken into a cold sweat. My flesh was tingling wildly. My heart was racing like a motor. I closed my eyes and tried again to think about baseball, tried again to cool my overheated sex organ. But it was too late by now, too late to stop the impending explosion.
I sucked in a breathful of air, leaned over and sunk my greedy paws into Elizabeth's voluptuous ass. I held on tightly, thrusting with my hips, fucking her mouth with my dick. It started with a sudden contraction of the mammoth organ, as though it were being pulled into my body. And then, a second later, the first load of come filled Elizabeth's throat It was hot and white and very sticky and I could see that its flavor really turned the girl on.
"You're coming in my mouth," she whispered. And then she started to gyrate like a top, as though the thrill of my own orgasm had suddenly set her body on fire once again. While I was shooting my load down her warm, moist throat, her snatch came to life again, thrusting and grinding to a mad sexual rhythm.
"More...." she cried. "Give me more of your wonderful come. Give me more of your big white prick. It's the tastiest piece of meat I've had in a long, long tune."
It couldn't have lasted more than a couple of minutes for me. I mean, the male orgasm is not a very lengthy affair. Once you've ejaculated, that's it. And yet, it felt as though time had stood still and those brief moments seemed to stretch out into infinity. It was a thrilling experience knowing that she was drinking my come, that she was swallowing every creamy ounce, that her tongue was licking me clean, that her mouth was sucking me dry.
When it was finally over, Elizabeth leaned her head on my stomach and closed her eyes as though she was asleep. Her hands, however, were clutched to my organ, which by now was soft and rubbery. She petted the thing, a sweet, secure smile on her face.
Meanwhile I noticed that the sun was beginning to sink and the sky was getting dark. That's when I suddenly remembered Catherine. God, I hadn't even called to tell her that I was going to be late. What would she think? Would she suspect that Elizabeth and I were out in the country screwing ourselves silly?
"Come on," I whispered to Liz. "Let's get dressed."
"Sure sweetheart," she laughed, her face glowing with satisfaction. She got up, walked over to the car, picked up her rather flimsy hot pants and slipped into them. Then she found the halter top, pulled them over her plump little breasts, stepped into the sandals which she had removed earlier and for all purposes she was clothed. Her hair was a mess, her mouth was red, her neck was covered with love bites. Would Catherine suspect the truth when she saw us together? I shuddered at the thought. Maybe the best thing to do would be to leave Liz off a couple of blocks away from my house and have the two of us arrive separately. At least that way things wouldn't be so obvious.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked.
"You were super," Elizabeth replied. "You really know how to fuck." She patted her backside for a moment. "You also give a mighty nice spanking."
I laced up my shoes, rolled up the blanket and put it in the trunk of my car and then paused for a second to look at the magnificent beauty of the surrounding countryside. It's funny, but I hadn't noticed it earlier on in the day. I suppose that my mind was much too busy for that sort of thing. But now, my cock drained of semen, my frame of mind had changed and I was in the mood for a more spiritual sort of pleasure.
"We're going to do this again, aren't we?" Elizabeth suddenly asked.
"When we get the chance," I replied.
"I can meet you after work anytime," the girl whispered. "You can tell Catherine that you're staying late in the office. We can go to a motel if you like. Or if you prefer, we can come out to the country again, providing the weather holds up."
"Yes, of course," I nodded. "Let's get into the car now and be on our way."
Several minutes later we were sitting side by side, her head on my shoulder as I pressed my foot down on the accelerator and sped back toward West Hartford. The windows were rolled down and a cool evening breeze filled the car's interior with fresh air. The radio was turned on to some soft music and I was feeling very good all over.
All things considered, it had been a very well-spent day.