Chapter 5

Robert A is a stable business executive in his middle forties who came to me with a problem causing him great concern.

A widower whose wife died some five years earlier, Robert has lived, for the most part, a rather staid life. That is, until some radical changes suddenly occurred in his life. Robert's story follows in detail: I led a very quiet sexual life when my wife was alive, and an even quieter one after she died. My wife became ill not long after I married her, which sharply reduced sexual activity for both of us. She was unable to have much sex with me for health reasons, and I was too loyal to consider playing around on the side, even though there were times when I felt the urge. Usually when I'd feel such urges I would rid them by masturbating.

But oddly enough those desires didn't crop up as often as you might think. When my poor wife became too ill to provide me with much sexual satisfaction I threw myself all the more intensively into my woman's lingerie business. There was the additional pressure, as well, of meeting hospital and medical expenses for my wife, who was periodically confined to hospital beds, and even when she was home, was reliant on heavy doses of expensive medicine.

The business began expanding by leaps and bounds, and before I knew it we had offices on the West Coast, Los Angeles, to be exact, in addition to our main office in New York.

Just as things were really beginning to soar, however, my poor wife died. Looking at it in retrospect it was probably all for the best, considering how badly she suffered so much of the time, but it was a terribly hard pill to swallow at the time.

Once more I dug myself intensively into my work in order to ease the hurts. As I mentioned before, I had an office on the West Coast, and on my trips to Los Angeles I often stayed with my sister Theresa and her daughter Gwen.

Theresa was divorced from her philandering husband, a successful investment consultant who let the riches attached to success go to his head in a way that he shouldn't have. But as a result of a generous settlement Theresa obtained a home high up in the hills of Encino in the San Fernando Valley.

I saw Gwen grow up before my eyes. The older she became the more beautiful she grew. By the time she entered college she was gorgeous enough to be a leading lady in the movies. In fact, one producer who spotted her at a party one time actually tried to sign her to a contract. But she wanted no part of the business and turned him down cold, much to his dismay.

Gwen had the most radiant red hair you ever saw, dazzling blue eyes, and as stunning a cream complexion as you ever laid eyes on. As for her figure, it was like perfect symmetry in motion, the ultimate in perfection, with rich firm breasts, trim legs, and a slender waist. She drove men out of their minds wherever she went, and that, indeed, helped lead to her problem.

When she was in her second year of college I arrived in Los Angeles on business, going immediately to Theresa's. I found Theresa crying disconsolately as I arrived, asking her what the problem was.

She told me in detail what was troubling her. Theresa explained that Beautiful Gwen, who had all kinds of opportunities with men, wasn't turning enough of them down. She related an incident of a few days earlier in which Gwen had been caught in the men's room of a fashionable Beverly Hills restaurant blowing a young man.

From there she went on to recount other incidents, such as a trip Gwen took to Mexico City with a divorced doctor during her school semester vacation break, and an incident in her own home wherein Theresa had come home unexpectedly to find Gwen taking turns sucking the cocks of some hot young college friends.

I shared her concern, considering Gwen the same as a daughter, in that I had no daughter of my own. Then Theresa posed a suggestion, which I considered carefully. She suggested that her promiscuous daughter would be in the best position to make a clean break from her past if she could go to New York and live with her uncle for awhile.

"She thinks the world of you, Bob," she looked at me with pleading eyes, on the verge of tears. "I really think you could help her. It would get her out of the environment she's caught up in here. God knows how many boyfriends she has in all. All I know of is what I'm personally aware of, and I'm sure I don't have all the facts."

The longer I reflected on Theresa's fervent plea the more sense it made to me. Perhaps I could serve as a stabilizing influence on her. Then I thought about what might happen in the event that I didn't take Theresa's advice. The chances were, I figured, that Gwen would end up in real trouble. Either some man would knock her up, or perhaps she would make a bad move in marriage.

Her whole life could be ruined as a result of her devil-may-care sex attitudes. In addition, I had always wanted a child of my own, and Gwen constituted the closest I would probably ever come to having a child of my own. Therefore I just had to take action to help her out of a potentially tragic situation.

That night when Gwen came home I had a long chat with her. I suggested that it would be a great idea if she were to spend the summer with me in my Long Island home. She seemed delighted at the prospect of spending some time in New York, but wanted to confine the trip to just a few weeks, perhaps thinking of all the men she would be leaving behind in Los Angeles.

I used every persuasive argument I could conjure up to get her to spend the entire summer with me, explaining it would be good for her, as a young woman, to be completely away from home for awhile. I explained that the experience couldn't help but develop her.

Gwen finally consented to spend the summer with me, and when she gave her approval, planting a kiss on my forehead for good measure, I felt like I had scored a major triumph, even though I knew down deep that the battle was only beginning. Needless to say I knew there were a lot of handsome exciting men in New York who would be strongly attracted to Gwen.

Theresa was greatly indebted to me, relating that she was confident that I could bring young Gwen around. I wasn't altogether sure that I could, but I was determined to give it my best try, since I did think the world of the girl.

I looked forward with great anticipation to the dawning of summer. It would be like having my own daughter and attempting to help her over some steep hurdles.

When Gwen arrived the last week of June, I immediately took several days off from work to show her around the city and other scenic areas of interest not far from it. We took a splendid drive through Connecticut, over which Gwen raved.

The longer I remained around her, the more hours I spent near her, the greater the youthful enthusiasm that suddenly started sweeping through my body, recharging it in a way that it hadn't felt since I was very young.

Until then I hadn't realized just how prematurely I had aged. I guess it must have happened when my wife took ill. At that point the spark of youth had apparently been extinguished from my body.

Now, all of a sudden, I felt like going out more. I would take her to Broadway shows, where we would wind up giggling like kids, to dinner at various restaurants, on outings of different natures.

I found myself enjoying life more than since I was very young, and found myself not thinking so much of the time about business, which was just about all I had thought about after my wife died.

Then something else started happening to me as well. I began observing Gwen's beauty in a way that I hadn't before, in a sensual sense. I found my cock hardening noticeably as I looked at her, and felt a little bit funny about that. When I'd start thinking of her in a sexual context I'd get guilt feelings and do all that I could to banish thoughts of such activity from my mind.

As for my efforts to reform her, I first of all made certain that I was around her so much of the time that I was aware of all that was going on in her life. I was afraid if I gave her too much latitude that there would be men on all sides of her dying for attention, and that she could very well succumb.

So I played it as cool as I knew how. To keep her out of mischief, and within eye range of me, I gave her a part time job working in the office when I was there. The men around the office were naturally taken by her beauty, but since I was the man in charge, and the overseer of them all, they were apprehensive about making a play for her. And whenever I got the impression that one of them might be willing to take a chance and ask her for a date, I would give the guy the kind of look that would clue him in on the feet that he was overstepping his bounds. And since they all wanted to keep their jobs, they chose not to antagonize me.

One night as we were having dinner out, following a movie we had seen at Radio City Music Hall, Gwen looked into my eyes, smiled, and offered an observation.

"You know, you're living a lot more, I think, than you were before I came to visit you," she said, "but I do think that you should spend more time away from business than you do."

"Do you really think so?" I looked at her, wondering what she would say next.

"I know so," she told me emphatically. "You know, Uncle Bob, you're really a very cute guy, and a lot of fun to be with. But the big problem with you is that you're afraid to let your hair down."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are. Why don't we take a nice trip somewhere. I went to San Juan not long ago. I'd love to show you around there. What do you say we go?"

"Give me some time to think that over," I said.

The next day I thought long and hard about what she had said. I got to thinking that perhaps she was right, that perhaps I ought to take a trip. As long as I was with Gwen, I couldn't see her getting out of line. I figured that it couldn't help but be beneficial to me as well as to Gwen, I had talked to her several times about her promiscuity, and why it was so important that she remain circumspect in relations with the opposite sex. At first she had been inclined to laugh, accusing me of talking like her mother, but eventually she started listening to what I was saying, which made me feel good. I decided that I was making some significant headway.

So with a spirit of optimism guiding my hand, I decided to take one of my first lengthy vacations in quite some time. I decided to let my beautiful niece show me San Juan.

The first thing I noticed right away, once we got out on the sandy beaches of the Caribbean, was how attracted I became to her body, particularly when it began to brown from the intense rays of the sun.

The legs were long and slim and supple, so inviting, just the kind of legs a guy dreamed of running his fingers over. Then there were her beautiful breasts, which looked inviting and appetizing. I found myself longing to run my fingers over them and to let my tongue roam their rich, creamy surface.

The first day after we came back from the beach I had a tremendous urge to screw. But I wasn't about to relent under the pressure. After all the diligent effort I had brought to bear in an attempt to get Gwen to shed her promiscuous ways, I certainly didn't want to be a bad influence on her by drawing her into sex.

I waited until Gwen had to go out. She told me she wanted to buy some cosmetics at the drugstore right next to the hotel where we were staying, and I let out an immediate silent sigh of relief.

I was relieved since, with her gone, I would then have an opportunity to get my rocks off. I was a little jumpy up until the time that she left, even though I pretended not to be.

Once she left I headed immediately into the bathroom. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been this hot for sexual release. I pulled down my pants with a sense of urgency, dropped my shorts down to my ankles, and reached down for my cock.

My prick was as hard as a rock and I had to take it into my fingers and manipulate it. I went to work speedily. The urges were rushing into my body so fast that I just had to do something about them. I had to get my rocks off. I slid my fingers over my aroused balls a few times while I continued rapidly beating my meat, moving ever closer toward climax.

I began gasping noticeably as I drew closer to the big moment, and my entire body began shaking nervously as I got set to explode. As for my thoughts, they were pinned squarely on my niece Gwen. I closed my eyes and envisioned that beautiful body sprawled out on a beach towel. I thought about how radiantly her red hair had glistened under the bright rays of the Caribbean sun.

It was easy for me to see why she received so much attention from men, and why, once they became enamored toward her, were never quite the same again. She had a charismatic beauty that dominated you right down to the depths of your soul.

I felt at that moment as if I were dominated down to the depths of my soul by her enchanting beauty. It was causing me to jerk on my cock and balls with a sense of devastating need I hadn't felt in a long spell.

My eyes remained closed, focusing on Gwen's beauty, right up until the time that I exploded. I watched the jetting stream of cum shoot into the toilet bowl, then uttered a sigh of welcome relief.

By the time Gwen arrived a few minutes later I had finished a cool shower and was ready to take her out to dinner. But for the rest of the evening I would be plagued by thoughts of what had got into me to get as excited as I had. I knew what was happening, that the longer I associated with her the harder it would be to refrain from having some sexual contact with her.

The following day we rented a car and took a first-hand tour of San Juan and surrounding areas. Gwen was at her bubbling happiest, brimming over with joy, giggling like a schoolgirl. Just being with her made me feel like I was twenty-one all over again.

After a long enjoyable day of sightseeing we went back to the hotel. We got to our suite and Gwen headed for her room, expressing an intention to freshen up.

I decided to lie down and catch a brief nap before getting ready to go out for the evening. I still had mixed feelings about everything. In one sense I was more content than I had been in years, perhaps the most content I had been in my entire life. But one thing continued to trouble me. Would I succumb to Gwen's charms in the same way that scores of other men had?

I got to thinking about that in detail as I lay there in bed. It turned out that Gwen had been to San Juan not once but three times, and with three different men, all of whom definitely fit into the classification of swingers. She talked about her conquests boldly, about how charming the famous singer she had met in Las Vegas had been, and how much fun he showed her when he took her along with him when he was appearing at one of San Juan's bigger hotels. There had been the All-American basketball star she knew at school, whose father was an airlines executive, and the charming psychiatrist fresh from a recent divorce.

It got me to wondering if I would be the next male on her long list. Somehow I just had to resist, I gritted my teeth with determination as I pondered my possible fate. Poor Theresa would be crushed beyond belief if it turned out that her reliable brother, while in the act of allegedly serving as a stabilizing force in the life of Gwen, instead wound up having sex with her.

As I prepared to fall into a deep sleep, my troubled thoughts slowly drifting away from the time being, the sound of Gwen's voice stirred me out of my reverie.

"Uncle Bob," she called sweetly.

I blinked my eyes open quickly and looked up at her. I was startled out of my skin to see that beautiful nude body standing before me naked. My heart pounded as my eyes were immediately taken in with the hypnotic beauty of her breasts. "

"What are you doing standing here like that?" I said loudly, letting my shock show.

"There's no need to get startled. What's wrong with seeing your loving niece with her clothes off?" she smiled. It was apparent from her tone and the manner in which she smiled, however, that she knew precisely the amount of emotional influence her stunning form was wielding as she stood before me.

"I've talked to you many times about the need for you to maintain stability," I tried to keep my cool, but my voice rattled in such a way and my hands shook so noticeably that it was obvious to shrewd Gwen what was going on in my mind. There was a battle waging and we both knew it. "I've done my best, my very best, to set a good example, and that's exactly what I intend to continue doing, young lady."

"Nobody said anything about me becoming wayward," she looked at me and laughed, somewhat pitifully, as if I were some kind of neurotic little boy. "You're a grown up man. Does it bother you all that much just to have your niece, who loves and admires you dearly, standing before you in the nude? Surely you couldn't be bothered all that much by that."

She really had a way of putting me in my place when she wanted to. Gwen had made me sound like a scared little child, and, come to think of it, in a way you would have to say that I was.

"Okay, honey, maybe I got a little too panicky," I said. But the thought still kept bothering me as to why it had been so necessary for her to walk in on me nude. But then, after thinking about it quickly, I concluded that maybe it was just her way of wanting to relax, and perhaps it indicated complete trust in me as an uncle.

"Can I just lie down there next to you?" she inquired with a tone of girlish innocence.

"Yes, I suppose so," I replied after hesitating for a moment, surprised by her request.

"You're like a father to me," she reached over and kissed my forehead. Right away my body tensed and my cock hardened. I was hoping that she didn't notice my response. If she did, she said nothing about it.

But when she spread that beautiful supple body down in the nude next to me on the bed I started going through all kinds of torture. One of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on, who also happened, by some strange twist of fate, was lying next to me in bed as naked as the day she had been born. Only there was one difference-the day she had been born she didn't look anything like this. Her body was so breathtakingly gorgeous that she put me in a tizzy just being next to me.

She lay a few inches from me for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and attempted to go to sleep, but there was no way that I could accomplish that objective. She looked too good lying next to me, and the recognition of that fact, of the fact that she was lying right next to me, proved too much.

After I had been lying there for a few minutes, with my heart beating with great rapidity, she called to me.

"I really like you," she exclaimed. "You're so nice to me."

I opened my eyes and observed her crouched over me. She leaned forward and kissed my lips tenderly. And as her head pushed forward so did her body. Her breasts scraped against my chest, sending shocking vibration waves bolting through me. That coupled with the kiss we shared sent waves of passion spilling inside me.

"What are you trying to do?" I asked.

"To be friendly. I can see the way you've been looking at me, honey, and you just wouldn't believe how horny I've become the last few weeks, even though I've enjoyed myself for the most part. But I'm a very sexy woman, baby, and I need some release. Not only that but you're really a very sexy man, even though you don't seem willing to give yourself half a chance."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked with surprise.

"Just what I said. You ought to let yourself go more. You'd be surprised at what a tiger you'd be if you'd just come out of your shell and growl."

"Do you really believe that?"

"I definitely do, and I don't say that to every man, either. And if I can help you in any way to attain that goal then that's exactly what I'm going to do, baby."

Then she set out to do just that, reaching forward and kissing my lips several times, making her stabs brisk and breathtaking as she left me gasping.

Gwen caught me by surprise by coming at me with sudden intensity, and after I got over that initial shock of her flurry of kisses, my body was suddenly aflame with excitement.

I reached forward on impulse and locked my arms securely around her body. I let my lips plunge against hers several times, then let my tongue find its way eagerly inside her mouth.

The faster our tongues converged together the more excitedly my entire body began to shake. I reached forward and applied my hot hands to her skin, letting my fingers go to work on her breasts.

A feeling of passion rippled through me as my fingers drew their first contact against those creamy breasts and nipples. Before I had wondered what it would be like. Now I knew.

"Oh, now you're coming on," she beamed happily, "now you're really making the scene. I love those movements, keep it up, honey, keep it up, oh, baby."

My head sank down between those lovely breasts and I let my tongue come into contact with her breasts and nipples. She was delicious to the touch and I enjoyed sliding my lips around that erogenous area.

"Oh, you're driving me out of my mind," she gasped. "Drop your tongue down between my legs. I want you to eat me. I'm burning up down there, sweetheart. Go down on me, suck out my box, go after my juice, eat me, eat me."

The sound of her anxious words caused great excitement inside my already aroused body. I began by running my tongue up and down the insides of her creamy thighs, taking turns, taking my best tongue shots at her right thigh, then her left.

Her body heated up and began vibrating back and forth. I loved the sight of that beautiful buttocks of hers, which shifted with every movement I put forward.

"Okay, now switch to my cunt," she called to me in desperation, "I need that loving right now. Suck me, suck out my box. Put that tongue to work, baby, suck me, oh, do it, I need it."

My tongue found her box, going to work with brisk effectiveness. It pumped all around her moist mound as I pushed forward, desiring to get her cunt off, to suck in her glorious juices.

The faster my tongue went to work the more her body shook. Finally she began breaking out in a sweat as my tongue traveled in and out of her snatch.

"Now you're on the right track," she lauded. "Keep it up, keep sucking me, baby, you're gonna taste me, yes you are, keep it up, oh, keep sucking, oh, oh."

I drove my tongue with resolute passion until she let out a lengthy gasp, at which point the juice began shooting into my open anxious mouth, the juices of passion that I was so eager to devour.

"So nice, so nice," she whispered. "Oh, what a cunt suck, oh, are you great. I love you."

When I finished I suddenly began reevaluating everything that had happened. Once more it seemed shocking to realize what was happening in my life. During the act I had been carried away with the passion of the moment. But suddenly I found myself back where I had been before", the fearful doting uncle who had gone too far.

"You really know how to make a girl happy," she smiled. Then she reached down and grabbed my hard dick. "Now I'll just have to show you how grateful I am. I'll have to make you ever bit as happy as you've just made me.

Up and down she pumped with diligent enthusiasm, moving her fingers with great rapidity. My whole cock felt like it was on fire from her brilliant efforts.

"I'm gonna really make this cock come alive," she said.

"You already have," I gasped.

She kept her fingers working for a few minutes, then let her tongue run against my scrotum, causing tingles to shoot through my body. I trembled with mounting excitement from the beautiful movements she put into action motion.

The next thing I knew she had her hot tongue registering forceful impact on my penis. Here my niece, who I had been so careful with, the girl I didn't want led down a path of destruction through too much sex, was working her tongue up and down my prick and I was powerless to do anything about it. The thrills were too manifest and I was too far gone with passion to do anything about it.

"Oh, can you suck," I gasped.

What made things all the more intriguing was that I hadn't even had that many cock sucks in my entire life. It had happened to me several times before I was married, but little after that. I think my departed wife might have blown me twice, and both times it was during our honeymoon. She never was too erotic and, of course, after she got sick that took what little passion that might have remained out of her.

Her tongue drove with great rapidity as she became increasingly hungrier for my cock juices. She let her fingers run smoothly over my scrotum as she went to work with great excitement, determined to push me as far as I would go.

"Oh, I'm gonna shoot," I gasped as the itch accelerated between my legs and in my balls. "I'm gonna explode my rocks."

Then I felt that tingling tenseness that always precedes a major explosion. That was followed in turn by a sonic cum boom, in which my juices shot voluminously into her mouth.

That was the end of our first sex experience. But we had several other sessions like it during the remainder of our wonderful trip in San Juan.

I had never experienced a period like it in my life, and my feelings were often split down the middle. There was the human side of me that reveled in the enthusiasm of lovemaking with one of the most beautiful women I had ever known. But then there was the guilt side as well. I could still see poor Theresa sitting there and looking so distraught as the tears rolled down her face and she revealed to me all the problems she had had with her daughter.

But I was her big hope. I was the man who could turn things around for beauteous Gwen. But instead it was Gwen who was turning me around, and I found myself laughing and carrying on like a young boy. It was like suddenly being reborn, and I was finding out more as time went by that I could get along without my business, which up until that time had been practically my whole life.

We went back to New York at the end of our fun-filled vacation, kissed by the Caribbean sun and feeling refreshed. I figured that I would be able to throw myself back into business and forget about how far I had gone with Gwen in Puerto Rico. I told myself that it was just one of those things-the tropical atmosphere and Gwen's beauty had blended to make me receptive to temptation in a way that I wouldn't have otherwise been.

But that wasn't the way it happened. I still had Gwen around all the time, and now that she had succeeded in drawing me out sexually she was all that much more confident about continuing to draw me out in the future.

I found myself succumbing time and again. Each time we did it we would make oral love, even though she was attempting to feel me out on the idea of going further.

At work I found myself running into a big problem that hadn't ever bothered me before. I found myself desiring to be with Gwen alone. I got these feelings even when she was in the office with me. I found myself wishing for a session alone with her in bed, with nobody else around, where I could luxuriate in her naked beauty.

Then one evening, after I had sucked out her box, she suggested that we take another trip.

"I'd really like to show you Las Vegas," she beamed happily. "

Have you ever been there?"

"No, I haven't," I admitted.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding."

"No, I've never been there."

"Well, I'll take you there and act as your personal guide. I've been there many times. It's a blast."

I felt like getting away from the office again anyway, since I could barely keep my mind on my work. I made arrangements to leave for Las Vegas with Gwen the following Monday.

We spent some more time in the sun and, needless to say, some time in the sheets as well.

The first day we got there, after dinner and a show, she started looking terribly enchanting to me as she took off her dress and got down to her panties and bra.

"Oh, baby, come here," I said.

"And just what do you have in mind?"

"Come over here and you'll find out."

"I'll just bet I will."

My itchy fingers went to work immediately peeling off her panties and bra. When I finally finished I set my tongue to work running enthusiastically over her tits.

We finally ended up in sixty-nine position, and in just the position I liked to assume an oral lovemaking with her. She had her hot ass perched just above my head, with that furry box that my tongue ever delighted to just above my tongue.

As for her, she had her head buried between my legs, ready to go to work sucking my cock.

Then the action commenced briskly. I watched that hot ass roll around contentedly as my tongue went to work on it, driving itself at a forceful clip as I steadfastly went after her juices.

The spark I set off in her from my sucking produced a counter spark, which she put into active work by running her tongue up and down my fiery penis.

Dramatically we kept up the brisk pace, our sweaty bodies twisting and turning as we got set to explode, and got set to receive each other's hot juices.

To add to the festivities even more, I thrust my forefinger up her asshole, letting it grind out a steady tune inside her as the sucking continued on the part of both of us.

She shot first. I caught her load with great eagerness, then went back for more. She stepped up the pace of her sucking, glad that I had brought her off once, determined to shoot her juices in my mouth some more.

We drove ourselves frantically until, at the same impactful moment, we released spirited loads of juice into each other's mouth. Then we were able to lie contentedly next to each other.

But not for long. Before I knew it my beautiful partner was prodding me to do more.

"Honey, I want you to go all the way with me, to run that cock of yours inside me," she said with a sense of urgency. "I've just got to have it from you that way. You'll never be really mine, truly mine, until you do it."

"We've talked about that before," I frowned. "It's just not right to go that far."

"C'mon and be a good sport. I take the pill. Nothing's going to happen. Except, of course, we're gonna have a blast."

Then she said nothing more. She went to work seeking to get me so excited that I'd answer her request. She showered my lips with kisses, then ran her fingers over my balls. She let her tongue pump up and down over my cock for a few brisk strokes.

"C'mon, baby," she coaxed. "I want you to fuck me, I really do. Screw me, screw me."

By that time she had me right where she wanted me. I couldn't resist her anymore.

I let my cock slip inside her with one decisive forward movement. Once I got inside her I was thrilled by the tightness of her cunt. I drilled her repeatedly, moving my hips and cock with precision, moving with all the energy I could muster.

My heart palpitated savagely as I drilled her relentlessly with my dong. I was eager to explode my juices inside her. I watched as her beautiful body swayed from side to side. Her hips moved with dynamic energy.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she encouraged. "Keep that cock drilling me, I want it, I want your passionate juices."

"Oh, you're gonna get them."

"Do it, fuck me, baby, I love you."

Those words, that pronouncement of love, made me all the more eager to explode my juices inside her. I drove my cock into her, assaulting her with fantastic energy, desiring to get my rocks off, to provide that body I loved with all the thrills it could withstand.

We set a blistering pace. As I fired my body back and forth with burning desire she moved her hips in immediate reaction, eager to match my every movement.

"Oh, kiss me," she gasped. "I want your lips against mine."

I crashed my lips against hers, then slipped my tongue inside her mouth as I moved ever closer to exploding.

Our tongues melted in each other's furious midst as our bodies became enmeshed. Her leg scraped against mine, which provided me with great excitement, receiving body contact with her in several different respects.

The tempo continued accelerating until the juice finally bolted from my hot prick.

It proved the start of a torrid vacation trip, and became increasingly torrid as we exchanged fuck after fuck. Once she got me into the habit of fucking her that way, of running my powerful prick up her snatch, I just couldn't seem to get enough.

Let me tell you something, it has been a summer unlike any I had ever known. Since that trip to Las Vegas she has talked me into taking her on an excursion of the New England States, then a trip to Canada, where we spent a lot of our time enjoying sex in the picturesque confines of British Columbia.

I'm in a trap right now, let me tell you. I've gone just too far in my passionate relationship with her. It has now reached the point where she's content to have sex with me, and isn't all that eager to experiment elsewhere. It's good she's not extra eager to look for men, but very bad that I got drawn into things in the way that I have.

As for my business, it has been suffering ever since she came to see me, and it is becoming increasingly more difficult to talk to Theresa on the phone long distance and report that things are moving along at a glowing clip. The last time I almost choked on my own lies when I told her, among other things, how innocently her daughter had been behaving since coming to stay with me.

"I just knew you could do it, Bob," she said happily.

You can imagine how terrible I felt when she said that. Here I am screwing her far more frequently than I ever did my late wife, letting my business go to pot for the first time since I got started in it, and I'm telling my poor sincere sister that everything is all right.

You know, apparently I've made such a great impression on Gwen that she's now hinting around about switching schools in the fall and staying with me some more.

Obviously that puts me in one whale of a bind, since my cock and balls tell me to keep her around so that I can continue screwing her, but I know that eventually this whole thing will have to mushroom out of proportion.

Somehow I've got to face this issue, somehow this thing has got to be resolved, but I'm not quite sure how to do it. There have been days when I've thought about confronting her directly and telling her that this love affair we've been having just has to end.

I'll give you one reason why I haven't ever followed through with this idea. It's that I get so steamed up, and get my cock and balls in such an uproar, that my emotions hold sway over my better judgment. That, in itself, is quite a departure from the way I was before, since earlier I was always known as a man of sound judgment whose basic fault was that he never seemed to let his hair down.

Well, I've shattered that image, as you're well aware, and developed a new one, and even though I've had loads of fun with my swinging niece, who has been accompanying me on trips all over and giving me the best screws of my life in the process, I wonder where all this is going to lead in the long run.

My services had been sincerely recruited by my dear sister for purposes of bringing needed stability into Gwen's life, and instead of providing that stability I've let her sweep me off my feet and call the shots. She's been calling them and I've been only too happy to follow through on her every request.

I feel like the man who started painting his living room and finally ended up painting himself right into a corner. Well, I'm edging ever so closely into that corner, and heaven only knows where all this is going to leave me in the end.

SUMMARY

The first thing I attempted to do with Robert was to impress upon him the fact that he should not reprimand himself too harshly. I explained that he was far from the first man I had ever encountered who had ended up in such a predicament, and that, after evaluating his story in totality, his actions were understandable.

The fact that Robert had never had a consistently satisfying sexual relationship with any woman over a lengthy period explains why he was unable to resist the challenge posed by his beautiful niece.

A conscientious man who had thrown his passions into his business, a man who had experienced heartbreak first by taking care of a sick wife, and later by losing that wife, he was in the kind of vulnerable position, whether he realized it or not, wherein he would succumb to the charms of a woman.

The fact that the woman was young and beautiful naturally enhanced the prospects for an intimate association, since he was given a chance to capture a flaming experience that had eluded him in his own younger years.

After reassuring Robert on that score, I stressed the necessity for him to break off his passionate relationship with his niece and coax her into returning to California.

If the relationship were allowed to continue any longer it could later prove tragic to both of them. I told him that by putting forward the example of steadfastness, and explaining to Gwen that he could not continue such a sex relationship mainly out of deference to her, that eventually his example would be respected by her.

Although at the time he expressed doubts concerning my suggested strategy, he nonetheless agreed to give my proposal a try.

Some months later he called me, thanking me for my advice and counsel. He told me that initially Gwen had reacted to his stubborn steadfastness like a spoiled kid, but that eventually she had reacted well, had gone back to California, and had become engaged to a proper young man.

Fortunately the relationship was ended in time and all was able to end well.