Chapter 4
Several nights later Uncle John came over for dinner. He resembled his brother Tom in many ways, except that he was taller, much leaner, and more physically fit. Kimberly always thought the he looked like a black-haired version of Richard Chamberlain.
Everyone sat around the dinner table discussing bullshit about numerous bullshit subjects—such as the weather, politics, and religion. Kimberly couldn't comprehend why people spent so much time talking about subjects which they really didn't care about. Nobody cared a flying fuck about the weather. Everyone had central air nowadays.
She realized that the only thing which really mattered in adult relationships was sex. Through the crack in the wall she had learned that every other topic of conversation was merely tolerated until that time in the evening when penises sprang to upright attention and pussies flowered open. Once the sexual secretions started dripping, then conversation didn't matter at all. Humanity then commenced speaking in a series of grunts and groans—just like the animals of the forest and the beasts of the field.
So much for the supposed superiority of mankind.
Halfway through the meal Tom got a phone call. He came back to the dinner table and said, "I'm sorry. That's the office. There's a problem with the computer. I've got to go down and supervise."
"Oh honey!" Pamela moaned. "Can't it wait?"
"I'm sorry. It can't. You know how these computer glitches are. Once they screw up, they really screw up."
"How long will you be gone, daddy?" Kimberly asked.
"Probably all night. These things take time to repair, you know."
Tom left, leaving Kimberly and her mother alone with Uncle John. The youngster decided that the time had come to play the next phase of her practical joke. She turned to John and said, "You and my dad look a lot alike—except that he's a lot heavier."
"His weight comes from drinking all of those beers," said John.
"Yes. But you're really fit. Don't you think that he's in great shape, mom?"
Pamela looked at him and said, "Yes. He's in fine shape."
"You have a thin waist," commented the teenager. "That's kind of rare on older men."
"I do a lot of sit-ups. That keeps the waist small."
"Do you do any kind of other special exercises?"
"Like what?"
"Do you have sex very often?"
He was surprised. He hadn't expected his niece to ask such an intimate question. He looked at her and saw that she was smiling. The expression on her face was positively incestuous. "Well ... er ... ah ... "
"You sure look like you could give those women a run for their money. Doesn't he look like a stud, mom?"
Pamela looked over at him and said, "He's very handsome."
"He's better looking than pop, huh?"
"Now Kimberly! You're father's a very handsome man. He just has a little weight problem, that's all."
"A little weight problem!" exclaimed the youngster. "That's like saying Death Valley is a little hot in the summertime. C'mon mom! Be reasonable. He's turning into a real porker. In the not too distant future he'll give Moby Dick a run for the money."
Secretly Pamela admitted that John was very handsome indeed. The man was everything that her husband wasn't. Oh sure, Tom had once been a great looking guy in his own right, but that had been twelve years ago. He'd gone to flab since then—especially during the past several years.
"You haven't said how often you have sex, John," Kimberly teased. "Come on! Tell us. How often?"
"Oh, I get it often enough," he replied.
"How often is often?"
"Often enough to keep me happy."
"Do you get it from women who are as pretty as my mom?"
Again he was thrown by the intimacy of the question. Actually, he had never made love with a woman as attractive as his sister-in-law. Never! He had stuck his dick into a lot of vaginas over the years, but he had always had a fantasy of fucking Pamela. It went all the way back to her wedding day when he saw her standing in her bridal gown. He sat in the front pew of the church looking at her magnificent figure the entire time. He just couldn't figure out how his brother had landed such a beautiful piece of ass.
John noted that as Tom had gotten older and flabbier, Pamela had grown more beautiful. She still had the same shape that she had on her wedding day, and the same alluring face. Her tits may have gotten a little larger, but that was due to maturity, not sag. She was still the best looking female in the county.
Pamela smiled at John and said, "Kimberly's mind runs a lot on sex these days. I suppose it's just a phase that teens go through. She has herself a psychology teacher who is very knowledgeable on sexual matters ... "
Kimberly saw her chance and leaped on it. "Yea! He even came over to our house and gave mom some lessons," she interrupted.
Pamela's mouth dropped open and her eyes opened wide. She hadn't expected that comment.
"Really?" asked John curiously, looking from the daughter to the mother. "What kind of lessons?"
"Go on—tell him, mom," Kimberly said with a wicked smile. "Tell him about the super-duper special treatment."
The older woman was utterly flabbergasted. "Er ... er ... he ... er ... just showed me some ... er ... techniques, that's all."
"Mom apparently learned a lot."
Again Pamela blushed.
John could tell the dinner conversation had taken a most interesting turn, but he couldn't quite figure out what was transpiring.
Kimberly turned to him and said, "But I bet you know a lot more than that silly old sex instructor, don't you Uncle John?"
"Well ... er ... uh ... "
"Don't be shy. Tell us what you know."
"Well ... er ... uh ... "
Pamela turned to her daughter and said, "Kimberly, why don't you be quiet for a while. It's obvious that John doesn't want to talk about this."
"Oh heck, mom! It's only sex. We talk about it all the time in school."
"Quiet!"
"Okay mom," the youngster agreed. She looked over at her uncle and noticed a very large bulge. Obviously her ribald discussion had had its intended effect. Johnny-Boy had a tremendous hard-on. The poor fellow probably had pre-ejaculatory semen rising in his testes, dribbling out in little droplets. "Are you going to stay overnight, Uncle John?" Kimberly asked.
"No honey. I should really get back."
"Oh come on—stay," she pouted. "I want you to. Besides, daddy's not here and we need a man around."
He looked at her and smiled. "Well, sure. Why not."
"Oh great," Kimberly exclaimed. "We can spend the whole evening talking about sexual things."
Pamela couldn't believe how her daughter was talking. The youngster was obviously hanging out with a new crowd at school—the wrong crowd. After all, Kimberly had always been so well-behaved and well-mannered. Throughout the years she had always done her chores with a courteous attitude, and always went to bed on time. In fact, unlike a lot of teens, she never tried to stay up until all hours of the night.
John laughed. "What's with this sexual preoccupation that my niece has?"
Pamela explained, "Apparently the schools are stressing it these days. She says that the textbooks are a lot more interesting than they used to be ... "
Kimberly interrupted her mother and added, "And the instructors know their subject matter a lot better, don't they mom?"
Pamela had had it. She politely turned to her daughter and said, "Kimberly honey, why don't you go do your chores? Do the laundry, okay?"
"Sure thing, mom," she said politely, excusing herself from the table and hurrying off to do the laundry. But this was going to be a laundry day that her mother wouldn't soon forget. She went into Pamela's bedroom and grabbed all of her mother's nightgowns. She then threw them in the washer and soaked them thoroughly. Then, instead of throwing them into the dryer, she simply set them aside. She wanted to make sure that her mother didn't have anything proper to wear that night—that is, except for the Frederick's of Hollywood short-short nightie.
John could sense that there was something unusual taking place between the daughter and mother, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Ironically, whatever it was seemed to pertain to sex.
He smiled as he sipped his wine. He began to believe that he had made the right choice in agreeing to spend the night. Things might get fairly interesting later on.
Kimberly walked back and forth from the laundry room to the kitchen, always carrying a bottle of wine, or gin, or bourbon, and asking, "Would you like another drink, mom? How about you, Uncle John?"
They were both sipping their martinis, and Kimberly was always replacing the amount that they had drunk. It wasn't long before the two adults had grown progressively tipsy. When they became thoroughly inebriated, Kimberly began playing the practical joke seriously.
Earlier, when she had first been sent to do the laundry, she had turned up the thermostat so that the indoor temperature soon hovered around ninety degrees. When she figured that the adults had gotten miserable enough she stood close to her mother and said, "Wow! It's hot in here! Whew! Does anyone mind if I open my blouse?"
Since Pamela was entering into a full alcoholic stupor, the question did not register completely on her mind. She simply nodded and agreed that it was hot.
Uncle John, meanwhile, didn't think that he was in a position to argue with Pamela. After all, Kimberly was her daughter, and he was merely in her house as a visitor.
Kimberly didn't waste any time. She stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. She made certain that she stood in John's field of vision.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was his own niece. She was getting ready to disrobe right in front of him. He felt like telling her to stop, but as the cleavage came into view and the chance to see her developing teenage breasts became a definite possibility, he reconsidered. Underneath his facade of gentlemanly behavior was a closet hedonist. Like most men he had two personalities. One which was powered by his brain, the other by his cock. Obviously, he was in a situation where the cock had the most influence. It was already standing up erect as if it had a mind of its own and was waiting for the next button of Kimberly's blouse to come undone.
Kimberly let her breasts pop free and sighed, "Ahhh! That feels good! Especially on a hot night like this." She lifted her arms above her head and stretched, making sure that her tits were displayed to their best advantage. She even turned toward Uncle John so that he could have a long appreciative glance.
And glance he did. His eyes seemed to round into ovals the size of Hershey Bars. He bit his lip and admired the view. She was even better endowed than he had first imagined. The tits were already the size of cantaloupes, and the nipples were nearly the size of silver dollars. Since she was only fifteen, her tits would certainly get bigger as she matured.
Kimberly turned to her mother and said, "C'mon mom. It's your turn. Show your stuff."
The words weren't really registering on Pamela's mind. Six martinis were definitely having an effect on her mental faculties. She seemed to be in a daze. Everything appeared foggy. She squinted at her daughter to see what was going on.
Pamela blinked her eyes several times. It seemed that Kimberly had removed her blouse. She could see her daughter's tits dangling in front of her. Maybe she was supposed to do the same thing.
She reached up and began unbuttoning her own blouse, awkwardly and haphazardly. She looked at her daughter and said, "Actually you're right, Kimberly. It is too damn hot in here. "She didn't have any qualms about taking off her blouse at that moment. She had no qualms about anything. Qualms were something which vanished after the fourth martini. When one of the buttons stuck, she simply ripped the dress open, letting her tits plop free. "Ahhh! That feels a lot better. Whew! It really does."
John turned his attention from the young woman's breasts to those of the mother. Now those were tits! They were the color of peaches and tipped with huge strawberries. Beautiful! Simply fucking beautiful!
Very few women had tits which were as large and as pretty. If a female possessed larger ones, they usually weren't symmetrical. One usually hung lower than the other, or was less fully developed, or sagged in comparison. If she possessed pretty titties, they usually weren't large enough to play with. They often were the champagne glass variety—ones which could fit in the palm of one's hand.
But these suckers were genuine Blue Ribbon Specials. Melon size. Symmetrical. Perfect. Baby makers.
Kimberly looked at her uncle and asked, "Don't you think that mom has a beautiful pair of tits, John?"
Pamela laughed loudly over the lewd reference to her breasts. And as she laughed, they jiggled nicely, up and down and from side to side, as if they had springs in them.
John's eyes bobbed up and down with the bobbing of the titties. His pupils were fixed on the pupils themselves. He had them locked in sight and wouldn't let them out of his field of vision. They seemed to be staring him right in the eyes. In fact, they resembled eyes. Big strawberry eyes. Big alluring eyes. Appetizing, savory, succulent eyes.
He started to drool at the mouth. Everything that he had ever dreamed about Pamela's body seemed to be true. It was one of those rare types which looked even better without clothes.
Kimberly turned her attention back to John and said, "Hey! This isn't fair."
He blinked his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"
"We girls have taken off our tops. It's time for you to take off yours."
He didn't bat an eyelash. He simply did as he was told. After all, it was hotter than the fucking blue blazes inside the house. He didn't know where the situation was leading. He simply rationalized that it wouldn't get very far out of hand. Besides, what was the harm in a little friendly partial nudity amongst family members?
When he was stripped all the way to the waist Kimberly whistled and said, "Wow! Hey mom! Doesn't Uncle John have a great looking chest compared to dad's? It's all muscle and strong."
Pamela was still in a drunken stupor, yet she was staring at the handsome body nevertheless. "Yes honey," she replied. "He is very nice looking."
Kimberly reached down between her legs and squeezed her pubis. "Oooh! Just looking at him makes me all moist between the thighs. Doesn't he have the same effect on you, mom?"
Again Pamela began laughing hysterically and again her titties jiggled delightfully. She didn't know where her daughter had learned to talk like that, but she found it very amusing. Apparently the high schools were advising the students to talk like that way at home. Oh well, she supposed that was progress. She just wished that she could have talked the same way around her parents. She would have loved to have said the word "fuck" at the dinner table. "Yes, yes, yes!" she replied when she had caught her breath. "I get moist between my thighs whenever I look at Uncle John."
Kimberly turned to John and asked, "Doesn't looking at my mom make you all hard?"
Even he was getting in on the spirit of things. "It sure does. But then, I've always thought your mother was an attractive looking woman."
Those words seemed to land in Pamela's brain with a sudden softness. She wanted to reach across the table and embrace her brother-in-law and hold him tight to her body. She had always been a pushover for affectionate words which were spoken from the heart. She realized that too many people nowadays spoke with a forked tongue. Everyone seemed to be promoting bullshit—in their careers and in their personal lives. Thus, when an individual came along and actually said something which was truly felt, she would always feel a sense of compassion.
Kimberly leaned back and said, "You know, it's so damn hot in here that I'm just gonna take off my skirt too. I hope you guys don't mind." Without further ado she simply reached down and pulled her skirt down her legs before throwing it off.
John was getting used to clothing flying hither and thither around the room. He looked at Kimberly as she stood up and stretched again. He couldn't get over how attractive she was for a fifteen-year-old. There was little doubt that she would be a knockout in only a year or two. Her breasts were already nearly as large as those of her mother. Her waist was incurving and shapely without a smidgen of fat on it whatsoever. Her legs were long, lean, and shapely. Her navel was indented. She was a real looker all right.
"How about you, mom? Aren't you hot between your legs? Why don't you take your skirt off?"
Pamela agreed. She stood awkwardly and reached down to unzip her skirt and pull it off. She was amazed at how dizzy she felt. Nevertheless, she managed to get her hands into the waistband and pull it down.
John couldn't believe what he was watching. Not only was Pamela taking her skirt off, but she was also taking off her slip and her panties at the same time. The woman who he had had fantasies about for the past fifteen years was about to be completely exposed.
Pamela nearly fell over when she got the skirt all the way down to her ankles, but she managed to step out, one foot at a time. Immediately she up straight, right beside her daughter.
John focused his eyes on that spot just below her belly button. It had a pronounced effect on his libido. He realized that spot was where everything significant took place. That was the nest of human history. That was the sacred territory of humankind. That was the ultimate target of every hard-on ever lifted in lust. Everything in this world worth having was securely enclosed within those few square inches of womanly flesh.
He tried very hard to remember that she was his sister-in-law. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the law. What did it say about statutory rape? Were in-laws covered? In many ways it seemed as if he were about to have incest. After all, she was a relative—albeit not related by blood. And yet, as quickly as any doubts had washed over him, they vanished. His pecker had taken over his thought processes. He had a rock-like hard-on that just wouldn't stay down, and he could see that she had a warm tight slit. At that moment, those two facts outweighed all other considerations of the legal aspects or those of morality. Oh sure, maybe one day he would regret his actions, but that would be when he was in a wheelchair and could no longer get it up. Now was the time for fucking. Full speed ahead.
Kimberly walked around the table and said, "When I get older I hope that my legs are as smooth and silky as mom's. Just feel them," she asked as she took John's hand and placed it on Pamela's thigh.
"Mmmm! That feels nice," sighed Pamela, feeling the stimulation of the masculine hand and the effects of the alcohol.
John was going to remove his hand in protest, but the sighs of the lovely older woman made him keep it in place. Besides, her thigh felt so firm and soft beneath his palm.
Kimberly had seen the way that John had looked at her mother's body. She knew her uncle was turned on. "John!" exclaimed the youngster. "Take off your pants. It's not fair that we don't have any clothes on, but you do."
Again he wanted to protest, but decided to just go along with the flow. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Besides, they were all family. What harm could be done with a little friendly nudity amongst relatives? He rationalized that things weren't getting out of control. Besides, there was no sense in remaining clothed when everyone else in the room was nude.
He quickly removed his pants, socks, and underwear. He kicked them off without any reservation.
"Here," said Kimberly. "Sit next to mom so you can feel her thigh better. Or, better yet, stand up and walk over to the couch and sit down. It'll be more comfy for all of us."
He was merely following orders. He walked over and sat down first. Pamela had difficulty walking, but she managed to follow him. She seemed to be lost somewhere in la-la land. She forgot where she was and who she was. Luckily there were just enough brain cells working for her to find her way to the couch. She turned around and sat smack in the middle of his lap.
John had an immense hard-on, which nudged her into her buttocks. "Oooh my!" she giggled, wiggling her ass back and forth, taking delight in the sensation of his genitals against hers.
John began to worry that things were getting out of hand. But still he didn't complain. After all, he had wanted to be in this position for years. This was his dream come true. One thing he noted about Pamela was the incredibly sensual feel of her flesh. She was firm everywhere. No loose skin. No fat. No sag. Warm, smooth, hard.
Sexy. Very very sexy.
Pamela's cognitive abilities were starting to return to her. The one thing that she noticed about John was that he was strong and muscular. No loose skin. No fat. No sag. All bulges—in his pecs and his arms and his legs.
Sexy. Very very sexy.
She didn't know why she did it, but she scooted forward on his lap so that his penis slipped underneath her pubis. When it stuck out from between her thighs, she trapped it with her legs. She giggled and said, "There's a nice little fellow. Hi little fellow. How are you doing?" She reached down with her right hand and stroked it.
Kimberly was sitting across from them and asked, "Hey mom! Whose do you think is bigger, his or dad's?"
"Well ... I'd say that his is actually larger. Yes. I think it's much larger."
Actually they were about the same size, but because John didn't have a beer gut the size of Panama hanging around his waist, his dick seemed bigger. It didn't have to stick out from beneath a large rounded overhanging belly to be found.
"Does it feel differently?" Kimberly asked.
"That's hard to tell." She squeezed it. "Yes, I think that it does." She squeezed it several more times. "Yes. It's more muscular." She began to stroke it as well as squeeze it. "It has a lot more veins sticking out on it."
"That's probably because it gets more exercise. Does it, John?" Kimberly asked with a wink.
He laughed. "Well, I don't know about that. If I had this little lady around, I wouldn't let her get much sleep. I'd be poking her every night."
Again, Pamela felt a soft spot for her brother-in-law. But this time the soft spot wasn't in her heart, but rather between her thighs. To show that she had heard the comment, she gently stroked his penis, giving it a long and loving squeeze. She then began moving her hand up and down with a masturbatory rhythm.
Kimberly could see her mother's pussy start to moisten. Little beads of perspiration were starting to appear on the inner lips, along the length of the slit. "Go ahead and put it in a little way, mom. I've always wanted to see how this is done."
"Sex education, firsthand is that what you want?" asked Pamela with a drunken giggle.
"Sure. Mr. Eldridge says that it's healthy for children to watch their parents make love. It teaches them about reality, not about fantasy."
Again John listened with rapt attention. He knew that some time during the night he had stepped into the sexual version of the twilight zone. He was beyond caring. Now his dick was in complete control.
Pamela smiled and said, "Well, if Doctor Eldridge says that it's okay to have sex in front of kids, then I guess that it's okay."
She spread her legs very wide, grabbed the tip of the cock, and placed it at the very center of her cunt. Without hesitation, she began to rock her hips gently back and forth, welcoming the head of her in-law's cock into the very center of her body.
"Is that how it's done?" asked Kimberly. "Wow! It looks so gentle and loving."
"Mmmm! Mmmm!" moaned Pamela as the head of the penis slipped into her and she rotated her ass in a counterclockwise motion several times. "Mmmm! Mmmm!"
"Does it feel good, mom? Is that why you're moaning?"
"Mmmm! Mmmm!"
John had been holding her around the hips, but reached up and now held her about the waist. It was almost like he was fitting himself into a goddess. She was so beautiful. Even her back muscles were splendid as they worked the entire torso sensually, so that they could accept his cock into her lovely core.
He couldn't help himself. He started thrusting his hips up and down slightly.
"Mmmm! Mmmm!"
"Would you like some help, mom? Would you like me to hold Uncle John's penis while you slide on to it?"
"Mmmm! Mmmm!"
Kimberly took that as an affirmative response. She stepped forward and reached down with her hand to grab the thick shaft which was presently buried several inches deep in her mother's moist nest. This was the closest she had ever been to a man's sexual organ. And yet, she felt as familiar with it as an old friend. She had spent so much time reading about penises that she knew nearly everything about them. It was simply the particulars that she was unsure of.
She touched John's and gently stroked the warm spongy flesh. She liked it. She liked it a lot.
John felt the hand grab his cock. At first he thought it was Pamela's hand, but noticed that hers were at her side. Suddenly he knew whose hand that was. Suddenly he had worries about spending time in the penitentiary. Surely there was some law on the books which said that a person wasn't allowed to do this sort of thing! Surely some lawyer specialized in perverted in-law cases.
But hell! he thought. Why worry about such silly matters? They were all in this together—literally.
Pamela reached down and placed her hands on John's knees, and lifted her feet to place them on the edge of the sofa. She was now in a squatting position, moving up and down on his rock-hard shaft, slowly and sensually.
Kimberly watched in hypnotic fascination as her mother's cunt welled wide open and accepted the width and the girth of the shaft with ease. She could see that he was now about six inches into her, and only a couple of inches remained before her mother had the whole thing wedged in her honeypot.
Kimberly noticed that things were beginning to smell a bit musky. The scents and aromas of sex were starting to waft through the air. She found the smell fragrant. She sniffed several times and licked her lips, getting used to it.
"Mmmm! Mmmm!" moaned her mother.
"Ungh! Ungh!" grunted Uncle John as he began to thrust earnestly.
Kimberly smiled. Her mother was spread as wide as she had ever seen her. The tendons in her legs stood out prominently. Her pussy was completely swollen with passion and wrapped around the dick as it rode up and down in her fuckpit.
"Mmmm! Mmmm!"
"Ungh! Ungh!"
"Mmmm! Mmmm!"
"Ungh! Ungh!"
Kimberly was also fascinated by the dimensions of the penis. She had seen Mr. Eldridge's and her father's, but John's seemed bigger, fatter, more brutal—more menacing, more powerful, more virile. It didn't seem like a penis—it seemed like a cock! A genuine Harlem fucking machine.
It was warm to the touch—hot as a matter of fact—and it was throbbing in her hands. Her little fingers couldn't reach around it because it was so big.
She looked down at the heavy balls which were dangling below the massive penis. She was surprised at how big they were. She had always been under the impression that a man's testes were about the size of pecans. But Uncle John had massive suckers. They were the size of fully grown English walnuts, tennis balls, oranges, or small grapefruit. They were bull size.
She reached down with her right hand and touched them.
"Ahhh!" moaned John as he felt the sensation of her soft fingertips touching his wrinkled scrotum.
Kimberly gave a little squeeze.
"Oh god!" said John, thrusting his pelvis that much harder into Pamela, forcing her bodily off his lap and into the air.
The youngster gave another tender squeeze.
"Oh sweet merciful Jesus," he said at the top of his lungs, again driving his pelvis upward with the intensity of a linebacker.
Kimberly gave another squeeze, followed by a tug and a pull.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! That feels great! That feels wonderful."
Pamela wondered what was going on. She looked down between her widespread thighs and saw her teenage daughter fondling John's nuts. She couldn't believe it! Her very own fifteen-year-old daughter was tickling a man's balls. Oh well! Maybe it was natural. Maybe it was supposed to be this way. Maybe it was genetic. Like mother—like daughter. But then again, maybe this was the sort of thing they were teaching in public schools these days. She hoped so. Knowledge about sex would come in handier than those other bullshit subjects.
Pamela didn't have time to worry about her daughter. She had to concentrate on her approaching orgasm. She could feel it building in her lower torso—sensations of delight were travelling throughout the root of her womb. Her entire pussy was on fire like a red hot coal. Her vagina felt like the engine of a Saturn V rocket.
That thought caused her to giggle. She realized that a rocket was currently being thrust back and forth in her vagina. She had never handled such a big dick before. Oh! It felt great! It felt wonderful! It felt marvelous!
"Oh fuck!" she moaned. "Oh fuck!"
Kimberly looked up at her mother. "That's it Uncle John. That's it. Fuck her good! Fuck her good! Give her an orgasm that she's never going to forget."
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" moaned Pamela, nearing a high point of hysteria. A thin film of perspiration was covering her entire body, from the hairline on her forehead all the way to the tips of her toes. Her beautiful body was starting to spasm with little shivers of delight, which in turn were causing her flesh to quiver that much more.
She knew that she was about ready to go over the edge. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted in perfect tempo with each inward thrust of cock.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" mouthed John in equally perfect tempo as he thrust inward.
Kimberly was really getting into the spirit of things. "Come on, mom! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!" The young girl was behaving as if she were a pom-pom girl at a pep rally for the high school football team.
John began to feel the sperm swirl and churn in his mighty sac. It was starting to pool at the base of his testicles. It felt like mercury rushing around down there. He could sense that it was starting to move upward through the lengthy tubes. Upward into the shaft. Upward into the crown.
"Ooooh!" grunted Pamela as she felt his penis noticeably expand lengthwise and girth-wise.
"Go for it, mom! Go for it!" Kimberly could feel the penis swell to its greatest circumference—like a water balloon ready to burst. She couldn't figure out how the cockskin managed to be so elastic. It was almost magic. A penis truly was a marvelous creation of nature.
Suddenly with a mighty blast born of four million years of human evolution, John gave the final thrust and spurted his vigorous sperm into the beautiful waiting womb of his lovely sister-in-law.
"Mmm!" Pamela swirled her body around his shaft and felt the semen spurting into her. She loved the feeling of spermy syrup splashing against her ovaries, soaking them. Mmm! She wished that men had gallons of the liquid refreshment contained in their nuts. If they did, she knew it would feel like a firehose.
"That was really great, mom," Kimberly exclaimed with a broad smile. "Thank goodness you showed me just how it's done."
Pamela blinked several times. She sighed and replied, "Well, that's not really how it's done, baby. At least, not in the real world." She was still hued with passion as she kept rotating her lower torso in little concentric circles. "I think that it's best if you keep this little incident quiet."
"What do you mean?" Kimberly asked, feigning ignorance.
"You shouldn't discuss this at school for show-and-tell."
"But mom! Mr. Eldridge will want to know. He says that teenagers shouldn't keep sexual secrets. It might give us a psychological complex later in life."
The last thing that Pamela wanted was to cause mental problems for her child. "Well, you do whatever you think is best, honey."
"Thanks," the youngster replied. "I will."
The mother became worried about some of the legal ramifications if word got out to anyone in authority. She could probably wind up in a mental hospital herself. Just as quickly as that bleak thought had entered her mind, she dismissed it. The cock which was still buried in her tight cunt meant more to her than any trepidations she might have about Dr. Eldridge, or the school board.
Kimberly watched in fascination as John's cock slowly deflated and began to glide out of Pamela's throbbing nest. One inch! Two inches! Three inches! Inch by inch the slithery snake slipped out, until the head of the cock itself popped out. It was covered with viscous syrupy secretions of both seminal and vaginal origin.
Kimberly smiled and said, "You know, what you just did can be thought of in terms of a mathematical problem."
"How's that?" asked John, somewhat curious about the licentious statement.
"Think of it like this: If your dick is eight inches long and travels up and down six inches per second, that equals twelve inches of cock every two seconds—or, 360 inches of cock per minute. And since you fucked for about twenty minutes, that means that you fucked for a distant equal to nearly 7200 inches—or nearly 600 cock feet. That in turn is equal to about one-tenth of a mile."
"Er ... what's 'cock feet'?" asked John.
"Out West they measure timber in terms of 'board feet'. They say that a good Douglas Fir will yield several thousand board feet of lumber. Mr. Eldridge says that sex researchers measure fucking in terms of 'cock feet'. He says that a good fuck should yield several hundred cock feet."
For some reason the idea of thinking in terms of cock feet caused Pamela to laugh. She realized that her daughter was turning into a female Kinsey.
""Let's go upstairs, mom," said the young girl. "It's my turn now."
Now John was really worried. Fucking his beautiful and willing sister-in-law had been one thing. Everybody was doing that these days. But he wasn't about ready to fuck his niece. No way. No how.
He gently pushed Pamela aside and said, "Could you excuse us for a moment?"
"Mmmm!" she replied, sinking back into a deep feeling of sexual bliss which she always got following a royal fuck. Of course, she was still inebriated, so that helped her relax.
John got up from the couch, turned to Kimberly, and said, "Follow me."
They stepped into the den and he quickly closed the door, locking it. "Can I ask you what your trip is? First you get me to fuck your mother in front of you, and now you want me to fuck you. You may know a lot about sex, young lady, but you don't know shit about the law. I could go to jail for this."
Kimberly had expected this speech. She was surprised that it had taken so long for it to come up. "Listen, it's a dog-eat-dog world out there for men, isn't it?"
"Yea. So what? That doesn't explain this nonsense."
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, it's a cunt-eat-cunt world out there for women."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"In the same way that American men have to learn how to stab their fellow men in the back—as well as how to learn how to handle being stabbed—American women must do the same with their greatest commodity: sex."
"That's ridiculous."
"No it isn't. In the 1950's only a handful of women were sexually promiscuous, yet they wound up getting the best guys. Marilyn Monroe was doing what every other woman could do, and yet she seemed to be alone. They called her a 'sex bomb', yet all she did was put-out and flaunt her assets. And guess what—she wound up with the best men in America: Joe DiMaggio, Henry Miller, and even the president of the United States—John Kennedy."
John was listening with considerable interest. His niece sounded as if she really knew her stuff.
She continued, "In the 1960's the competition got pretty fierce when approximately half the women began putting-out, and nearly all of them began having pre-marital sex. By the 1970's every broad was going at it, whether they were married or not. And in the 1980's, it only got worse—everyone and their mother. Now in the 1990's females all the way down to the junior high school level have to know how to put-out. They have to know techniques that would have been unpublishable in the 1950's. To put it simply Uncle John, if I don't learn everything that there is to learn about sex, I'm going to be left out in the Puritanical wasteland. That's Dullsville. That's Neanderthalland. That's Nerd City. And you know what that means."
He shook his head.
"It means that I could wind up at the bottom of the barrel—like working at a video store for the minimum wage. Or flipping hamburgers for the minimum wage. Or working at a retail establishment for the minimum wage."
"But nearly everyone is working for the minimum wage," he replied.
"They don't have to if they put-out to the right people. Sexual connections at the pelvis, leads to career connections in the job market."
He thought about what she had said for a few seconds. She was right. If a person was going to make it in modern-day America, he or she had to use every trick in the book to land high-paying cushy jobs. The real jobs with the real salaries. The kind where one could actually afford a house, a car, and a vacation every now and then.
He turned back to her and replied, "I'm sorry honey. I forgot how tough it is for youngsters these days. I suppose the best thing to do is to learn how to use sex. Sure. Your mother and I will show you how it's done."
"Oh thank you, Uncle John! I knew that I could count on you." She leaned forward and hugged him. "I guess you see why I couldn't ask daddy."
"Sure," he replied, rubbing his body next to hers intimately, wondering what it would be like to slip his cock into her little cunt.