Chapter 8
Terri Condon walked lazily down the street, not sure what she wanted to do. She lit a cigarette, even though she wasn't yet smoking where the wrong people might see. She was ditching her last class and, since it was such a beautiful day, decided to walk across town to her Uncle Harry's and see the hot tub that her mother had raved about. Uncle Harry never locked his place during the day.
She let herself in and looked around. He had such a groovy place. She heard a noise and stood still. Maybe there were burglars, her uncle shouldn't be home at this time of day. She went silently through the house towards the soft sounds. Her short trip ended at a half opened bedroom door.
Uncle Harry was home after all. He was naked on the bed and he had an equally naked woman under him. The woman's arms and legs were wrapped around his hairy body, and he was fucking like mad. The house was very quiet, and she could hear the woman's soft moans of pleasure over her uncle's heavy breathing.
Terri stood transfixed. She'd had her share for a girl seventeen, but she'd never watched anyone else fuck before, and it was exciting. Uncle Harry was known for being a real lady's man, and she wondered whose innocent wife he was banging today.
Harry stopped and raised up, pulling his cock free. He was on his knees, his huge prick waving above the woman's hairy mound. Terri put her hand quickly to her mouth, stifling a gasp. His cock was monstrous, bigger than Larry Ross's big baseball bat cock. It looked wet and shppery, throbbing and heavily veined, the maroon knob bulging.
The woman stretched and brought her arm down. Terri saw her face, stiffened.
"Oh, my God, mother!" she cried softly.
She saw the languid look of lust on her mother's face and winced. She saw her mother's hand come up and grasp her uncle's huge, ugly prick.
She could hardly see through the cloud of tears as she stumbled out of the house. She had no right to do that, and even less in front of her daughter, Terri thought. Mother's aren't supposed to do that, especially her mother. She had only vaguely faced the fact that her father must fuck her. She somehow found the front door and rushed out of the house.
Mavis looked towards the open door.
"Did you hear something, Harry?" she said.
"Naw, it was just house noises."
Mavis wasn't really interested in noises, anyway, and returned her gaze to the lovely cock in her hand.
"Move up here a little closer," she said.
She pulled gently on his prick. He straddled her hips, inching himself forward until his cock was above her soft tits.
"You didn't come?" Mavis asked.
"No," Harry answered.
"That's not fair. I did, so you have to, too."
She raised herself between his legs, holding his cock tightly, and closed her lips over the dripping hole.
"Mmmmmmm, nice," she murmured when he was clean, and closed her mouth around the head.
She sucked the thing with pleasure, her hand gliding back and forth on his rigid shaft. She found she really enjoyed sucking his cock now. It got so much harder that way, and it thrilled her even more when he started coming, the warm, gooey stuff squirting into her mouth. She couldn't handle much more than the head, though, because he was so big, and realized she'd enjoyed it more the time she'd sucked Chris. His prick had been just right. She remembered taking its entire length and how she had sucked when he fucked her mouth.
Harry was grunting, thrusting against her face, but she held him tight so he wouldn't choke her.
She pumped faster with her hand and felt the first sticky wad in her mouth. She took another spurt before she swallowed with satisfying relish. His come was so thick and musky. She could almost smell it. She continued stroking his shaft, her mouth sucking hard, until she had him emptied.
He fell back, his half-hard cock flopping onto his belly. He lay breathing hard. She had become a really outstanding cocksucker in such a short time.
"It's getting late, honey," she said. "I don't want to go yet, but I'm afraid I'd better."
"Will I see you tomorrow?"
"No. Tomorrow's my bridge day. I'd rather fuck, but God, we can't fuck all the time."
"Why not?" Harry said.
"That's a good question. Maybe we should try it," she said with a giggle. She sat up and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the night table. "You could come up here and kiss me; we have time for that." t t t Harry stepped into the apartment and sensed immediately that someone was there. He checked the bedrooms, front room, and kitchen. He stepped onto the patio and saw her in the hot tub.
"Hi, Uncle Harry," Terri called.
"What are you doing here, Terri?"
"Mom told me all about your hot tub. I just had to try it. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not," Harry said, but it was obvious that he was annoyed.
"You sound angry, Uncle Harry. I didn't think you'd care."
"I don't, but "But what?" she said.
She grabbed the side of the tub and bounded onto the patio. She was naked.
Harry stammered, turned red, and saw the towel on the chair. He grabbed it up and threw it at her.
"For God's sake, get yourself covered. You're naked," he cried.
"You noticed," Terri said, slowly wrapping the towel around her middle, but not high enough to cover her tits.
"Of course I noticed," he said angrily. "Just what the hell are you trying to pull?"
"Don't you like me naked, Uncle Harry."
"For Christ's sake, Terri, you're my niece. You're a child."
Terri grinned and let the towel float to the patio.
"Do I look like a child?" she said.
"Goddamn it, Terri, get your clothes on and get out of here," he screamed.
"I don't want to, Uncle Harry. I want you to look at me."
She stepped close to him.
He saw the glaze in her eyes, smelled her breath.
"You've been drinking."
"Yes," she said. "In fact, I feel pleasantly drunk. You have such good booze that I think I'll have another."
She brushed past him and went into the house.
He followed her in and saw her fill a glass with Scotch. She took a long drink and turned to face him again. God, she looked so lovely, her young body so smooth, so perfect.
"I want you to fuck me, Uncle Harry," she said.
"Terri, you've got to get the hell out of this house!"
She walked to where he was standing and stopped directly in front of him.
"I think you want to fuck me, Uncle Harry," she said.
"No, no, no," he cried.
Her hand went to his crotch, gripped him through his pants. "You're lying, Uncle Harry. You have a hard-on."
He stood with his hands at his sides. He felt weak, unable to move away from her. He felt her hand inside his pants. She gripped his cock and pulled it out of his pants.
"You fucked my mother," she hissed, "now I want you to fuck me."
"I, I... Terri, how... "
"I was here yesterday. I saw you fucking my mother."
"Terri, Terri, I'm sorry," he moaned.
"It's too late to be sorry, Uncle Harry. Oh, your cock is so big and hard. You need a drink to relax. You feel so tense."
She held the glass out to him. He took it, swallowed deeply.
"You don't need to worry, Harry, I'm not a virgin... far from it." Harry drained the glass and let it drop to the floor. He felt weak, unable to control himself. Her hand felt so good on his cock. His arms went around her and he caressed her back, let them slide down to feel her firm, little ass. He felt her pressing his cock between her legs.
"You win," he gasped.
"You win, too," she said.
She held his cock between her legs with her thighs, her hands pulling his tie loose.
"Let's go in on the bed where you fucked mother. I want you to fuck me there."
She pulled at his clothing. They left a path of Harry's clothes from the bar to the bedroom. He was naked when they reached the bed.
She sat down on the bed and grabbed his cock with both hands. She quickly covered his rosy knob with kisses, her lips sucking the ooze from the tip.
"God, you little slut... that feels good!" he cried.
"Yes, I'm a slut... just like my mother."
"Don't... don't call her a slut," he moaned.
"How long have you been fucking her?" Terri said as she took his cock all the way in her mouth.
Harry stood with his eyes closed and let her suck. She wasn't a novice.
"You like this oral stuff," he said, ignoring her question, and pushed her backward onto the bed.
"Yes," she hissed, "especially when a man does it to me." She lay back and opened her legs. She smiled and closed her eyes when she felt his mouth on her cunt. Maybe she would forgive her mother, after all, he was much better than any of the boys that she did this with.
She wanted to grab his head, pull him in, but her arms felt like lead, weak and unable to move. He didn't hold back at all. He just gobbled at her cunt. His tongue went into her hole, in and out, in and out, then he was on her clit, mauling it, making it tingle, then back into her tight, little hole. She lay moaning, hunching with her hips.
Her orgasm came quickly, sharp and hard. Her hands were on his head now, pulling him tighter. God, God, Goddamn, it felt so good. She couldn't blame her mother now, not now while she was coming, anyway. It felt so good to come. Maybe mother's need to come, too, she thought. She knew she would when she was a mother.
Harry lifted his head from between her thighs.
"You made it, huh?" he said.
"Yes, yes, did I ever."
"And you still think you want me to fuck you?"
"I know I want you to fuck me. I want that gorgeous thing buried in me all the way."
"You really think you can take it all?"
"Don't worry about me, Harry; I can take it all. I've had my share."
"I'll bet you have."
"Yeah, I have. Now come on up here and fuck me.
He came up over her, holding himself away on one hand. He took his cock in the other and drew it slowly through her split.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice. Do it some more," she sighed.
He continued caressing her hairy crack with the tip of his cock. She was such a lovely girl with hard little tits. Her nipples were so big and hard, her pussy so developed—developed well beyond her years. He hadn't had a girl this young since he was almost that age himself. He spread her cuntlips, thrusting his huge knob in.
Terri grunted and opened her legs wider. It felt like he was splitting her open. She was good and wet and took the knob inside. She wiggled a little and felt more of him go in. She wiggled her hips and tried to open herself more.
"Push it in, Harry, push it in. God, it's so big, so fucking big it almost hurts," she moaned.
She was incredibly tight as he eased in. He couldn't remember a cunt so tight. Luckily she was soaking wet. She gave little grunts when he stroked, going deeper with each thrust. She was going to get it all now, whether she changed her mind or not. He felt her slim legs on his back and knew she hadn't changed her mind.
"More, more," she moaned.
Mrs. Simpson had been almost this tight, Harry thought. She was only twenty-two, and he'd fucked her at a party three weeks after she returned from her honeymoon. Her husband had been in the basement playing pool with two other men. She had fallen into bed with him with very little persuasion, and she wasn't even drunk. He'd fucked her a number of times since, too. He remembered what a good night that had been. After the party broke up, he'd spent the rest of the night in bed with the host and hostess. It was always a kick to take turns with another man, especially if the woman was the other guy's wife.
His thoughts returned to the cunt at hand and he finally settled down against Terri's firm, young body. His cock was buried to the hilt.
"It's all the way in, little baby. You took it all," he said.
"I told you I could, Harry. Now just lay still with it in there. It feels so good."
She lay under him, her legs splayed wide, her arms around his neck.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, when he started stroking. "Do it now, honey, fuck me."
She felt so good with her cunt wrapped around his cock, and now that they were doing it, he didn't feel any guilt because she was his niece. She was a girl, wasn't she. And she wanted to fuck. He'd never drawn a distinction before so why should he start now? "You're a good fuck, Terri," he said.
"As good as mom?"
He didn't answer. She wasn't as good as mom. Mavis was the best he'd ever had.
"How many times have you fucked my mother?" Terri asked.
"I haven't counted," Harry said. "We fuck as often as we get the chance."
"I'll bet that's pretty often," Terri said.
"Not often enough. Your mother is a magnificent fuck."
He found he was enjoying telling her about it.
"Your mamma was made to fuck."
He pushed into her with long, easy strokes. Terri wasn't close to coming, yet moaned each time he went all the way in. It felt so good; he stuffed her so full. She wondered how long he could keep up like this without coming. She hoped a long, long time.
"The first time I fucked your mother was a little over a month ago," Harry said. "It was in the hot tub."
"You fucked her in the hot tub?" Terri squealed.
"Yes, and your father was in the kitchen."
"Oh, my God, did he know?"
"No. He was drunker than shit."
"He's your brother. How could you?"
"It was easy. I'd wanted her for a long time. I didn't know she was available or I'd have fucked her long ago."
"You're saying she's available. Do you' mean... "
"Terri, I think any man could fuck her if he tried hard enough. That was before I had her. She's mine now."
"You're awfully sure of yourself," Terri said.
"She loves me. She loves my cock."
He groaned, the surge in his balls increasing. Her little cunt was squeezing him so tight.
"I'm getting awfully close, little babe," he said.
"Just let yourself go, uncle," she said. "I'm on the pill; you won't knock me up."
"I should have guessed."
"I like to go all the way. I want a guy coming inside me. It feels good. Go faster for a while, but don't come too quick. I want to make it, too."
Harry picked up speed. He felt her firm thighs tighten against his hips. He rammed in hard, her cunt clinging to his cock. If she was anything like her mamma this would bring her up fast.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh," she grunted, moving under him. She was very much like her mamma, and felt the sharp thrills in her cunt. Old Uncle Harry could come at any time and she'd make it fine. Her orgasm was close enough now; a couple of hot spurts in her cunt and she would come in a hurry.
The warmth spread through her body, making it hard to think of anything but her impending come. Her nipples seemed to swell hard, her cunt tightened and loosened around the thick thing sliding wetly, her pussy-suck feeding hungrily.
He moaned loudly when he started to come. She felt the warm stuff and whimpered soft animal sounds, her own spend coming softly, almost too softly. It rippled through her, getting better and better.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she grunted.
She raised up, actually lifting him, impaling herself on the hard spike, jerking for more, even though she had it all. Her orgasm reached its peak, a fierce fire in her cunt, and she fell back weakly, the feeling draining slowly away. She wanted the feeling back, but knew she didn't have the strength to get it. Her whole body felt paralyzed. She lay unmoving, her skin tingling like a million tiny needles were pecking at her.
"You come hard," Harry said.
"Only sometimes," she said, dreamily, "when I'm fucked right."
He pulled out and lay with his leg over hers, letting his cock drain onto her smooth thigh. They lay like this for a long time before Harry got up. He stood up and stretched, his huge cock hanging limp between his legs.
"You better be getting home, babe. I don't want Mavis worrying about you."
"I can call her and tell her I'm with my Uncle Harry. She won't worry then; she knows how good you take care of a girl."
"God, you're a mean little vixen," he said. "I think you'd better just go home."
She reached between his legs and grabbed his prick. She lay on the bed gently pulling at his cock, skinning the foreskin off and on.
"I want to do it in the hot tub. I feel horny again and I want you to fuck me in the hot tub like you did mother."
Harry shook his head. She was a little whore. No one man would ever be enough for her; he'd known girls like her before, her Aunt Mabel for one. Mavis was different, hers wasn't flagrant promiscuity. It was an affair, an honest love affair. Ralph had neglected her. He'd pushed her into it.
Terri wasn't like that. She was a tramp, a tramp at seventeen.
He moved his feet apart and let her masturbate him. He was hard again, and his cock tingled with anticipation. She would feel good in the hot water.