Chapter 5
When Susan got home, her Uncle Frank was quite disturbed. He was waiting up for her and as she walked down the hall to her bedroom, he called out, "Hey, I want to talk to you."
"What about?" she demanded.
"Come in here Susan," he said.
Susan went in and saw him lying on the bed stark naked.
"I'm going," she said, "I shouldn't be here."
"Oh, yes you should," he said, "you wanted me to invite you here, didn't you?"
"Well, sure I did," she said quietly, "but I certainly don't want to have to put up with anything tonight. I've been through enough."
"Tell me what you've been through?" he insisted.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh," he said smoothly, "you probably don't."
Strangely she could see that he was beginning an erection while he was talking. Apparently, the very sight of her under any conditions could cause him to respond.
"Now look, baby," he said, "I want to tell you something."
"What?" she said, her face going white with fear.
"I want to tell you that I never want to have this happen again. You don't know what hell you've put me through."
"Leave me alone," she insisted.
"No," he said, "I'm not leaving you alone at all."
"Stop it," she insisted, "stop it."
He wouldn't pay any attention to her. He was realizing for the first time that he had to put the brakes on any other relationship.
"You can't stop me from doing anything," she said.
"Oh, yes I can," he grinned.
"How can you?" she demanded.
"I can send you back to your folks," he smiled.
"You wouldn't do that," she said.
"You'd be surprised what I'd do if I had to," he grinned at her.
"Uncle Frank," she said, "you have no right."
"Better look at me," he said, "and don't walk away from me."
"Well, I'll be damned," she said, "how dare you make me promise you anything. I'm going out with who I want. Have you got that straight?"
He shook his head and smiled confidently at her.
"Look, sweetheart," he said, "I'm going to do what I want with you. Have you got that straight?"
"Damn you," she snapped indignantly, "you're awful."
"I've been awfully lenient with you," he said, "and I don't appreciate your attitude. Not one damned bit."
"Will you be reasonable?" she insisted.
"How can I be reasonable," he said, "you and I were meant to have sex together. And while we're having sex I don't want anyone else breaking up our affair."
Realizing how much it meant to him, she tried to tone her rage down. She walked over to him and said, "Well, goodnight and thanks for being so decent."
Now he was really bitter.
"Look," he said, "I don't want you talking that way to me, understand?"
"Yes," she said, "I understand.
He got out of bed and ran over to her. Throwing his arms around her, he began pressing his naked body at her.
"You good for nothing bastard," she snapped.
"You better not talk to me that way," Uncle Frank said.
"That's right," she said, "that's what you are and you know it. It's a shame that my mom and dad don't know about us."
"Oh, hell, they'd disown you if they did," he said.
"Do you think so?" she said. "Sure I do," he said.
That gave her some reason not to get so angry. Then she smiled at him.
"What made you smile?" he asked.
"Oh, I guess it's just you pressing against me," she said, as visions of her parents finding out flashed through her mind.
"Apparently, baby," he said, "you feel something for me too. Wouldn't you say?"
"Apparently, I do," she smiled.
Then he pressed her backwards with his lips and she almost fell over, he hugged her so tightly. Soon he was plunging his tongue into her mouth.
"Oh, baby," he said, "I've got to have you. Have a heart."
Now she was so excited that she wanted him too and it bothered her. Reason had vanished from her thoughts.
"I'll do it good for you," he said, "I'll bet I do it better than he can. He did fuck you didn't he?"
"Thanks a lot," she said, "but no."
"I don't give up easy, baby," he insisted. "Now listen to me."
"I'm listening," she said, "but I'm not buying. Do you mind."
"You bet your ass I mind," he said, "I'm going to get in there and fuck you."
"No, you're not," she insisted, "I don't like your attitude. You're possessive."
"Give me one of those good fucks," he begged. "That's what I want, baby. Just one good fuck."
Now he was becoming more and more excited.
"Oh, baby," he said, "we are going to have so much fun."
Even though it didn't seem like fun to her she knew she had to go through with it. Now he was on his knees.
"Raise your skirt. That's it. Pull down your panties."
She did as she was instructed. Then Uncle Frank let his hot tongue lick out.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she panted excitedly, "I love that. Oh, that's beautiful!"
As he did his thing she became more and more excited.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "that feels good."
Now he was enjoying it. The hot tongue stabbed in there. Withdrawing his tongue now that he had got her registering, he decided that it would be best if she stripped and got on the bed.
"Sweetheart," he smiled nicely, "Let's get on the bed. That will be more fun."
She didn't complain. He had her right where he wanted her and he knew it. She knew it sadly.
It didn't take long now for them to have a ball. He went to town with his tongue once he had her stark naked. As she lay there he went back and forth with his tongue and reached up with his hands.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "Oh, yes, do it." The pleasure was building every moment. "Oh, baby," she panted, "I love it. Yes, baby, yes!"
Now they were really enjoying themselves.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "you are too much."
He was eating her now and how she loved it. The hot tongue stabbed in there.
"Yes," he told her, "that's the way, honey."
The super sensations that swept through her now erased all doubt in her mind that she dug Uncle Frank. Yes, she liked Randy too. That was a dilemma. It was a marvel to her that she could move from one man to another. She had always thought of herself as being true to one person. However, she was discovering young, that there are many types of love. She was exhibiting one type of love for him and quite another for Randy.
"Eat me, Uncle Frank," she panted eagerly, "eat me."
He pulled his mouth off her a moment and smiled.
"Honey," he told her, "if you will just throw your legs up and over my neck you will like that."
Her legs went up and she threw them around his neck.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that is beautiful."
It was a fantastic moment for them both.
"I like this," she panted as she thrust her pelvis forward. Reaching down she guided his head over her there.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "I love that."
The super sensations that were flooding her being were driving her out of her gourd.
"Oh, keep that up," she panted, "keep licking. Yes, like that!"
The sensations that were flooding her being now were almost more than she could stand. He loved it too.
As he licked away, she kept wondering about his sex life all the years before. It bothered her. Who had he made it with? Or had he just stayed alone and brooded? Maybe that was why he was coming on so strong now. She wondered.
"Eat it," she cried Without inhibition, "eat my pussy. Lick it there, lap it up."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The pleasure was building now. Every moment it was more intensely exciting.
"Oh, I love that," she panted, "I love it."
Indeed she did love it and so did he. The hot licking tongue was starting to make the juice come. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clitoris. She wiggled.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's it!"
The super sensations that were flooding her body now were getting to her.
"Oh, I love that," she panted, "I love it."
There was no doubt about it, they were having a ball. Then she juiced. As the hot juice flooded his face, he pressed his lips tighter to her vagina lips. Then, embracing her back with his hands, he pressed her tighter.
"Eat me now," she cried excitedly, "eat it."
Finished, he quietly withdrew. He knew that he had conquered her with lust. He knew that she had enjoyed it too. That was the part that made him the most happy.
"Was I good?" she said.
The innocence with which she said this really got to him.
"Very good," he smiled. "Excellent."
He was inspired that she could get so fired with his fuck.
"You use your tongue like a penis," she smiled.
"That is the general idea," he grinned.
"Well, baby," he said, "we'll make it every which way. That why I'm glad we are together."
"What would you like to do now?" she asked.
"You know what I would dig more than anything?" he smiled back at her.
"Tell me."
"I would just love to plunge my penis into your pussy. I'd give you a real good fuck. Would you like to try it?"
"Would I ever," she smiled.
Straddling her, he aimed his huge shaft at her vagina lips.
"Shove it in there," she smiled.
Soon the hard tool jammed in there.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, I love that!"
She loved it very much and now she was working her vagina muscles around his shaft. He had gotten her so stimulated that she was giving him the natural lubrication that makes sex easy.
"Baby," he told her, "if you would grip my tool with your vagina, I could get some new sensations and you could get some wild thrills too."
Squeezing, she could feel his shaft tighten and she did enjoy it more.
"Like this, Uncle Frank?" she said innocently.
It was her innocence that really got to him.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's what I like."
They were really enjoying this now.
"Grab my ass while I'm fucking you," he smiled.
She gripped his ass.
"That's it," he told her. "Now honey, I want you to run your hands up and down my back. Yes, just like that."
She was learning various tricks of the trade that added to the pleasure.
"Oh, that feels great," he told her as he went on pumping into her.
Not only did he get kicks that way, but he would press down and lift up on her breasts.
"You're hurting me," she complained.
"But doesn't it hurt good, honey?" he smiled as he went on doing various things to stimulate her.
"Oh, fuck me, Uncle Frank," she begged, as she reached down to clutch his ass. She massaged it as he went to town.
"Beautiful, baby, now you're picking up the rhythm. Oh, honey, just like that."
The hot hands reached down there and she pressed on the prostate.
"Oh, I like that," he panted, "I like that a lot."
Indeed he did and now, she was learning how to massage the prostate effectively.
"Baby," he said, "when I shoot my tool, you keep pressing there and that's how you'll get more juice."
"Sure baby," she told him. The whole idea excited her more every moment.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, "fuck me, fuck me." She was thrusting up meeting his cock jabs too.
"Just like that, baby," he said, "that's what I like. I like a woman who participates."
She was participating alright and driving him out of his gourd.
"Oh, fuck it," he gasped, "fuck, baby, fuck. Faster, baby, faster."
The super excitement that surged through him was really getting to him.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "I'll be cuming soon. It can't last long."
Now he was almost there.
"Oh, fuck it," he panted, "fuck, baby, fuck."
Soon, he juiced.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming!"
She remembered what he told her and she let her fingers press hard on his prostate as his penis continued erupting with its white, hot lava. She ground her hips around and kept the fingers there.
"What a fuck," he cried out. "Oh, ah, yes, yes, you really know how to do it."
The two of them were ecstatic. They had made it together and they were really happy.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, "you don't know how great you are for me."
"We fit together, don't we?" she smiled.
He nodded.
"I fit together with you better than I ever have with anybody." He didn't quit pumping until he had finished shooting. Then he just lay there a moment.
"Let me catch my breath. Just a minute."
She smiled and her cute little eyebrows went up and up.
"Am I alright?"
"Oh, honey," he said, "you don't know how good you are for me."
There was no doubt about it, they were really enjoying each other.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "you are wonderful. I could be fucked, and fucked by you."
"I could too," he said, "I just want to keep screwing you." '
Then he had an idea. Withdrawing his penis from her vagina, he pulled it up her body to her breasts.
"Oh, that's a slippery thing," she said.
"Now massage it," he said, "massage it in the valley between your beautiful breasts."
It did feel good to have the huge shaft there. She could examine it closely.
"Oh, yes," she admitted, "the sensation is good."
"I knew it would be with your big breasts," he said.
She could feel his testicles dragging on her and she loved the sensation of the shaft there. "Beautiful," he told her, "beautiful."
There wasn't the least shadow of a doubt in his mind that he had her back where he wanted her.
She was doing this now quite awhile.
"I'm getting hard again, honey," he said, "Let me go wash it off and then you can have it."
She nodded.
He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She watched him as he washed it off.
As she glanced at him over at the sink cleaning it, she thought to herself, he was really quite a man and she decided that she preferred him to Randy. The old loyalty that she felt before she had. Randy was coming back. Uncle Frank was indeed quite a man.
Coming back, Uncle Frank smiled at her.
"I'm ready, tiger," he grinned.
"So am I."
Now he was eager to give her a good time. And, when he returned and straddled her he let his buttocks collide with her breasts. She loved the sensation of his buttocks crashing there.
"Look what I've got for you honey," he grinned.
She took it in her hands and licked the head of it. In a moment her mouth opened, seized the opportunity and enveloped it.
"Yes, baby," he panted, "that's it. Give me some good throat action."
Now he was really excited. Ramming it down her throat he went to town.
"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, ah, I love it. I love it."
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's just the way I like it."
The sensations now were increasing as she licked and he loved every moment of it all the more.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, let's slide it in there."
He gripped her head and guided her and now she was eagerly awaiting that moment of ecstasy.
"Oh, ah yes ... yes beautiful!"
The sensations were driving him out of his mind. The lust was rampant and the hot excitement of her outer lips appealed to him too. He loved to look at the shaft as it slid in there.
"Eat it," he gasped, "eat it, baby."
She didn't stop for a second. The pleasure was mounting every minute.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
She knew that he would be spurting soon. She was eager for the taste of it.
"Sure," he panted, "you're going to get it. Oh, yes, all the way!"
It didn't take much longer now and the hot penis exploded.
"Oh," he panted, "we made it!"
The shaft was still exploding, as she kept hanging on. She loved to grip it tightly with her lips.
"Ohh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way!"
Without missing a stroke, he kept thrusting. More juice spurted out of him. It had never cum this much. It was obvious to him that he could turn on with her as he had never turned on with any woman before.
When she had finished, he slowly pulled it out and looked at her.
"That was beautiful," he said, "you have no idea, baby, how much I enjoy you."
"Oh, yes, I do," she said, "you sure shot a lot."
"That is the test baby," he admitted, "that is the real test."
"Sure it is," she smiled.
Then, he lay beside her.
"What are we going to do about us?" he asked her.
"Well, I'll just have to tell Randy," she said, "I hate to, but I must."
"It means that much to you doesn't it baby?" he smiled.
"Yes, it does," she admitted quietly.
"Oh, it's going to be such great fun," he smiled, "just you and me always making it."
"That's right," she assured him.
Suddenly he got to planning.
"Now, baby, if we went to another country maybe you and I could get married. We wouldn't have to say we were related in any way."
"It would never work," she said, "they would always trace us."
"Would they?" he said, "Let's say that we went south of the border down Mexico way."
"And never come back?" she asked him wide-eyed.
"What would we come back for?" he grinned.
"Oh, I couldn't do that Uncle Frank," she told him frankly. "I just couldn't."
"If you loved me enough, you could."
"You know I love you," she said, "but I couldn't leave all my friends behind me."
"Do they mean more to you than I do?"
"It isn't that," she said quietly.
"Well, then what is it?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, "I don't know, but please leave me alone."
As she thought about it more, she realized that he was going off the deep end.
"Uncle Frank," she tried to help him understand, "it's alright if we have sex. I don't mind that but we can't get married."
"Marriage is the one thing that would make what we do right," he said sadly. "Can't you understand that?"
Now he was looking at her with a strange look in his eyes. It bothered her. Suddenly, it all came together like a crossword puzzle. It all fitted together.
"Don't you see what you're doing?" she shrieked. "You are trying to make me the wife that you lost. You can't do that. You can't go back trying to make that other marriage work. It won't work, Uncle Frank."
"Yes, it will," he said, "as long as we are married. It isn't right to live like this. I don't want to shack up with anybody."
"But what do you think others would think," she said, "if they knew how warped we are."
"Are we warped?" he asked her sincerely.
"Yes, Uncle Frank," she said, "we are warped, very warped."
Now he was gazing off in the distance and she was worried about him. His eyes were sad as he thought vividly about things that had happened before.
"I hope I haven't hurt you," she said softly.
"Oh, you haven't hurt me, honey," he said, "at least not very much."
"Uncle Frank," she said, "please, please relax."
"I'll try to," he said quietly.
She knew she had to get some rest, and so she went to bed. But the very next day, she went to her counselor at college.
"Yes, Susan," Betty Murphy smiled, "What can I do to help you, dear?"
"I have a real big problem," she said softly.
"Well, tell me what it is," she said, "maybe I can help you."
Betty Murphy looked at her in such a cool crisp way that it was difficult for her to relate the intimate details of what she thought she must.
"Well, what did you want to tell me?" she repeated, becoming disgusted that she wouldn't speak up.
"It's very painful for me to talk about it," she said.
"Pain or no pain, dear," she said, "we've got a lot of work around here. And you're giving me a pain somewhere else."
"I read you," she said, "you're short on time. Well, I'll rap with you. I'll tell you."
Then she paused.
"Susan," she said, "I'm sorry but if you can't tell me what you came here for, I will have to call a halt to this interview. You know we are allowed just so much time for each student."
"Alright," she finally blurted, "you'll probably think I'm no good when I tell you this, but I'm having a sexual affair with an older man."
The counselor's eyes brightened.
"Are you really?" she smiled, "and you look like such a shy innocent thing. It just goes to show that you can't judge a book by its cover, can you?"
This response surprised her. It was extremely difficult for her to continue talking. It was obvious to her that the counselor didn't begin to take this matter half as seriously as she obviously did.
"It's not a pleasant affair," she explained, "and I want to break it off but he is getting more and more serious. How do I break it off?"
Her voice was noticeably trembling. Betty Murphy thought it best to play it cool always. If she became emotionally involved with all these students and teachers that came to her with their problems, she would be unable to cope with them.
"Make a clean break of it," she said, "that's the only way. Tell him that you want out. Oh, let him know that it was fun while it lasted, but it's over. You understand that if you put your cards on the table, he will understand. It's this beating around the bush that drives the guy up the wall. So don't you do it, darling."
"Oh, thank you," she said, "thank you."
"Well, I hoped to help you a little," Betty
Murphy smiled, "just a little."
"You've helped a big lot," she assured her, "and I can't tell you how grateful I am,"
As she walked out of her office, she felt like a different person. Then the professor spotted her. He noticed how distressed she was.
"Why, Susan," he said, "what's troubling you?"
"Oh, Mr. Markham," she said, "you have no idea."
"I may have," he said, "come out to my car and we'll discuss it."
"I want to ever so much," she said.
When she got to the professor's car, she was sobbing.
"Now, look," he said, "don't you spoil those beautiful eyes with tears. You are a gorgeous girl and you have a lot to live for. You shouldn't be crying at all."
"Mr. Markham," she explained, "I have plenty to be crying about."
"Tell me everything," he said, "I want to know."
"Alright," she said, "I'll tell you everything. I'm having an affair."
"So what's new?" he smiled. "So are half the kids on this campus."
"Mine is a helluva lot different," she said.
"Different?" he asked, arching his eyebrows curiously.
"Yes," she explained, "it's with an older man."
"Well, how much older, honey?" he smiled, as he looked at her gorgeous body and felt himself turning on.
"Oh, 20 years older," she said.
"That's too much."
"Oh, no," he shook his head, "that's not too much at all. A man of 40 can turn on with a girl of 20. Now, baby doll, I'm 38 and I dig you."
"Do you really?" she smiled.
"Yes, Joyce would have a fit, but I do."
"Who is Joyce?" she said.
"My dear, sweet wife," he smiled, "she's a wonderful woman, but now and then I have to have some action."
She looked at him and he did look appealing.
She was determined to confront Uncle Frank with her decisions when she arrived home, before she could lose her nerve. He was there waiting for her as always.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her affectionately. He knew that he had to have her. It was bothering him now. He was thinking of what it could do to his reputation. He was thinking of how little money he would have and all of this was bothering and tormenting him.
"Oh, no," he said, "I'm doing what I think to be right."
It was extremely difficult for him to understand what she was trying to tell him. However, she persisted.
"Love," she said, "is wonderful when it doesn't hurt anyone. But don't you see, Uncle Frank, our love would hurt both of us."
"I look at it the opposite way," he insisted. "Our love is the thing that has made us."
"Alright," she smiled, "forget it."
It was becoming perfectly evident to him that she wouldn't go along with him.
"I guess you don't care as much for me as I care for you," he smiled.
"No," she said, "I'm seeing things clearly. You've got everything out of perspective."
"Have I?" he said wearily.
"Yes, Uncle Frank," she said, "you got hurt by that first marriage. Crushed emotionally and now years later you imagine I am that woman you loved so much."
"Do you think that is all it is?" he asked obviously, "some kind of psychological illusion."
"Yes," she smiled, "that's all it is. It's true that we do turn on to each other but an awful lot of people could turn on with each other if they would let themselves go. You were hungry for it and I was eager to learn."
"What will you do," she asked, "if we did go to a foreign country. Where would you work?"
"You are a mind reader," he told Susan, "I was thinking the same thing."
"It's strange how difficult it is to feel something sexually."
"That's true," he told her, "it's a very expensive proposition when it's something like we have going."
It was becoming perfectly obvious to Susan that she would have to discourage the whole proposition.
"You know," she told him, "we ought to consider our relationship just an affair."
"But it's more than that," he said.
"I know it is," she said, "but look what would happen to us. You would have to leave everything here and we would have no jobs. We would have to learn another language and then if we ever did talk to people about ourselves, what would they think of us."
"Don't you care about me any more than that?"
"That's just it, Uncle Frank," she explained, "I care about you so much that I can't see you destroy yourself for me."
"But baby," he insisted, "that isn't destroying myself for you. I'm just doing a simple thing."
"I'm afraid that isn't true. You are doing the passionate thing that appeals to you this moment. Afraid to turn on with anybody. Therefore, you brought me out."
"I sure did, darling," he said, "and wasn't it wonderful?"
"Indeed it was," she said, "it has been beautiful. Uncle Frank, I love you so much that I can't see you hurting yourself over me."
"Well, I don't like you doing things with Randy in back seats of cars."
"Should we go to motels?" she asked.
"As far as I'm concerned, baby," he smiled, "it might be better if you would do it here."
She was puzzled by this response. She could hardly imagine that he would allow her to do it there. Yet he knew there was one way to keep her under his thumb and know every sexual move she was making. Even if he couldn't have her, he wanted to keep tabs on her when she did get it.
"Why Uncle Frank," she said, "how generous of you. Oh, Randy will love you."
"I don't want him to love me," he smiled, "just you sweetheart."
"You're so wonderful," she said, "I know that you could be so selfish but you are being generous. Oh, it's so sweet of you. I love you."
"And you will never know how much I love you."
To prove his point he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
As their lips met in a hot soul kiss, his hands were all over her body.
"Oh, baby," he told her eagerly, "you are too much."
Their eyes looked at each other and there was a new understanding, or so she thought. But little did she know what he was planning to do. Then, the tears that ran down her face, pleased him, for he realized that he had effectively played the role that he figured she would consider noble.