Chapter 8
Mary decided to go into sexual seclusion. She wouldn't even see Wilber with whom she had no sex. Men were dirty anf filthy. All they wanted was a fuck, and they didn't care if she had an orgasm or not. All she got out of the deal of screwing around at the high school was cum dripping down her legs ... sticky, smelly old jism. It just wasn't worth the effort. Nobody loved her except stupid Wilber, and he wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole.
Maybe she should marry Wilber and feel clean about screwing. How could she feel clean with a sloppy hole and crack? And if Wilber was as dumb about fucking as those high school boys, to hell with it!
She thought Bill was the only decent fucker she knew and he was old enough to be her father and then some. To him she was second fiddle after his wife. She didn't care for that idea, either.
The whole sex scene stunk!
She would have no part of any of it! She would go to school and study for the convent. They probably wouldn't have her, either!
What a lousy way to spend a Saturday morning. She decided to rip into the housework and get her mind off her troubles. She flipped the radio on loud, blasting hard-rock and trotted into the bedroom to make her bed.
Another dumb thing was that her mother had to work again this Saturday ... statements or something. Mary didn't like having her mother work on the weekends. She liked to take trips to the mountains and the snow. The two of them had not gotten to the mountains this year like they usually did.
If her idiot father hadn't left, things would be different! Mary hated her father with a passion. She thought her whole young body was filled with hatred for this man that had gone off and left her and her mother. She hoped she would see the bastard someday and could tell him just what she thought of a man who would go off and leave his family like he had done. The rat!
The music blared and Mary jerked up her white, ruffled bed. She thought about the first time Bill had come over and fucked her in that bed ... and made her bleed from losing her cherry. It all seemed so long ago. She had hated him and the messy balling. She had hated the idea she was no longer a virgin and considered herself ruined.
Now, she did not give a damn! She wouldn't be able to have sex in the convent, anyway. She would be safe from all the wicked men and boys in the world. Mostly, she would be safe from herself. She could not wonder when Bill would appear on the scene for a ball job and she would not be after young studs in the boys' gym. A life as a nun had a lot to offer!
She was startled by a man's voice behind her.
"Hi, Mary," the tall, slim man said softly.
"Uncle Don!" she said. She whirled around, nearly losing her young breast out of her flimsy nightie.
That would never do because her Uncle Don was the closest thing to being a monk that she knew. Even if she did lose her breast out of her nightie, he wouldn't notice ... He was so holy.
She ran to the slender man and hugged him close to her body. Maybe he could tell her how to get into a convent.
"I knocked, but you didn't answer the door. Probably the music," he said distastefully. He didn't approve of rock.
"I'll turn it down," she said, leading the black-suited man out into the living room.
"A well developed young lady like yourself shouldn't be running around like THAT," he said, surveying her slim body.
"I wasn't RUNNING AROUND. I thought I was alone," Mary said.
She turned off the radio and sat down on the couch next to the straight, stiff man.
"Where's your mother?" he asked, trying not to look at the low cut nightie.
"She's working," Mary said, pulling one leg up on the couch to turn and face her religious fanatic uncle.
"Ahem, when will she be home?"
"About noon," Mary said flicking her long, golden hair over her nearly bare shoulders.
"I must speak to her about your clothes," he said, looking straight ahead.
"You've seen me before in my nightie," Mary said.
"My, but you are growing up," he said, sneaking a peek out of the corner of his eye.
"You noticed?" she asked, chuckling wickedly.
"How could I not notice," he said, putting his hands on his knees and nonchalantly rubbing the sweat off his palms.
"Tell me, Uncle Don, do you think I'd make a good nun?" she asked.
"No, I don't!" he said emphatically.
"Why?" she asked, moving closer to her dear uncle.
"I do believe you're obsessed with your body," he said, keeping his eyes glued to the opposite wall.
"Well, what am I supposed to do with my body? I have it, and I can't seem to get rid of it," she said, inching up on her uncle.
"You could cover it up!" He squirmed.
"I'm not ashamed of me," she said, smiling.
"You have a lovely body ... but you should not flaunt it," the man said, still rubbing his palms on his black trousers.
"I'm not. You're my uncle," she said. "I don't go to town like this! This's in the privacy of my own home!"
"But I'm a man...." he said.
"You're my uncle," she said.
"I'm still a man," he said grimly.
"Dear Uncle. I do believe you're thinking nasty thoughts!" she said and giggled.
"I am not! How dare you imply such a thing!"
"If you're not, how come you're so uptight?" she asked.
"I'm perfectly relaxed."
Mary didn't think so. He sat so straight and stiff that if he bent to tie a black shoelace, he would probably break in half.
She grinned wickedly.
She wondered if her uncle could be had? So much for her plans to go to the convent. Well, if later she decided to go nobody would ever know she had fucked her holy uncle. He certainly wouldn't tell them. He would probably go home and pray for forgiveness for the next ten years, which would keep him out of circulation for a while.
The thought of fucking her stiff uncle thrilled her. Maybe she was a worker for the devil, who knows? She was sure if his dick was even half as stiff as he was, he'd be a good screw.
"I'm sorry, dear uncle," she said in a fake apology.
"May God forgive you," he said, raising his thin hand.
"I want you to forgive me," she said dropping her head to his lap.
Her hot breath seared into his crotch.
He couldn't move! He was enjoying his reaction to his young niece.
"You really should ask God for forgiveness ... not me," he said, nearly choking on the words.
His hand reached for her bare back, but he quickly retracted it.
Mary blew her hot breath into his crotch. She smiled wickedly into his black pants.
Uncle Don knew he shouldn't react to the youngster's face pressed into his hot crotch. After all, she was a child. She had just fallen on him in that position. She was so young, she probably didn't realize the discomfort she was causing him ... and if he intended to save her soul, he certainly could not, WOULD NOT, react to her young face. He felt her hot breath sear through the worn, black material and at that particular time he wished he believed more in indulging in material things ... like a thicker pair of pants. He knew he had to get her warm, young face away from his saintly pecker immediately!
"I forgive you," he said hoarsely.
"Oh, thank you, Uncle," she said, lifting her tousled head.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.
Uncle Don was trying to control himself. He hadn't been in a situation like this for years. Not since he was young and wild and wicked and out for a piece of ass every night. Now his young niece was reactivating all his suppressed craving for a cunt. No! He must not permit it! After all, look how good the Lord had been to him since he had given up drinking and screwing. He had a lovely home full of gorgeous antiques. His bed alone was worth a fortune. It was old and hand carved with tall bedposts. The bed stood about three or four feet off the floor and was absolutely beautiful! It was also very empty.
He had given up all meat. He had not had a good steak since he had become a vegetarian. Also, he had not chewed a good piece of ass for as long. He felt he was doing right in his becoming a vegetarian. After all, didn't the Bible say the men who ate pumice were much better off than those that drank the king's wine and ate the king's meat?
Oh, yes, his body felt much better now.
He quivered as he watched young, sweet Mary walk out into the kitchen in her flimsy nightie. He could almost she her round ass. He strained a little and adjusted his glasses.
"I'll make some coffee," Mary said, turning to look at dear uncle. She saw him straighten up and look back at the blank wall. She smiled.
"I don't drink coffee," he said solemnly.
"Oh, that's right. You don't smoke, either, do you?" she asked.
"Absolutely not! I shall not contaminate this body of mine which is the temple of God, for a dirty cigarette. Terrible!"
"Oh?"
"I would take a glass of juice, if you have one. Preferably iced." He needed something to cool him down. His saintly prick was giving him fits.
Mary poured him a glass of grape juice and hoped it wasn't too close to wine to contaminate her uncle. She brought the frosty glass to him and bent over in front of him to serve him.
Her young breasts, capped with delicious, cherry-pink nipples showed clearly as she did so.
Uncle Don nearly lost his drink in his lap as he gaped down her neck to see her firm, smooth tits.
"Careful, Uncle Don, you're gonna spill your juice," she said in a naughty voice. She stood up.
He gulped down the juice and handed her the empty glass.
"Another?" she asked, putting her hand on her hip and thrusting her young boobs tightly against her gown.
"Yes. I do believe it's hotter today than I thought." He swallowed hard.
Mary swung her shapely hips as she went to the kitchen for more.
God forgive me, but I'm gonna look at her breasts again!
He adjusted his suddenly too tight pants.
Mary came back and sat close to her uncle on the couch as she handed him his juice.
His heart sunk since he could not see her lovely pink nipples. He licked his lips before he drank. If he could not have her nipples, which he wanted, he would enjoy the juice. What was the matter with him anyway? He had managed to suppress his sexual lusts for years ... not counting the times he had jacked off.
Ever since he had found the lord ... right after his young sweetheart had died in childbirth ... he had not messed around with any female. He figured it did not hurt anyone if he beat meat. That did not count. He could not be the cause of anyone's death if he sprayed his potent cum on himself.
There had been times in his life he wished he could have died with his young girl friend. If he had only married her ... he could have been with her instead of sneaking around to find out what had happened. She had died in disgrace never telling anyone who the father of her child was. She had been alone. She had been so beautiful, much like his lovely niece.
He had taken to drinking profusely. He had gone home and taken his sexual frustrations out on his hand. He decided he would never be the cause of such a tragic situation again. Never would he touch a woman again. He had for years prayed to God for forgiveness of his weakness in not coming forth to claim the child his darling girl friend had died in giving life to.
He had also prayed to God to make him free of his wicked lust for sexual fulfillment. He went to sleep at night with his hard prick resting on his Bible. Uncle Don had done fairly well in the years that had passed.
He went to X-rated movies. Nobody knew about that. He worked his own cock with his hands and licked his cum off his fingers. That was a secret, too. He cried himself to sleep at night wanting ... lusting ... craving a cunt. But, he would not yield to the temptation of screwing a woman. He had shoved his super hard dong into his bitch a couple of times ... and no one knew about that, either.
To all appearances, he was a holy man of God with a big house and a special interest in a young girl that was the illegitimate daughter of an old friend ... who died having her.
Uncle Don never told the girl he was her father. He did, however, help her in any way he could. He suffered painfully, every time he saw the teenage girl. She looked remarkably like her dead mother. He had loved her mother so very much. He still dreamed about her at night. His love haunted him ... but he would never admit anything to anybody. He suffered in silence.
Now here he was. He sat on the flowered couch next to a lovely girl that reminded him so much of his lost love ... and his unclaimed daughter. He squirmed uncomfortably. Sweat stood out on his forehead. He drank the juice.
He knew he was weak. He had proved that to himself over the years by his cowardly actions. He was weakening now. He felt the heat radiate from his niece's body as she scooted close to him.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Early," she said.
"What were you doing or planning on doing when I came?"
"I was just thinking of joining a convent," she said.
"Why would a lovely child like you want to do that?"
She shrugged.
"Only people who have had some tragic experience in life become so dedicated to the Lord.
Do you know you would have to give up your home and family and all the good things in life?
For what?"
"What tragic experience did you have?" she asked him bluntly.
He squirmed. "None. I just felt a calling."
"Maybe I do, too."
"You might be disgusted about something, right now. But, such a lovely child as you...." he choked on the lump in his throat as he looked yearningly at his niece.
"You said something about flaunting the flesh and evil and all that stuff," Mary said, teasing.
"Yes, I did." He couldn't find any reason now why such a flawlessly perfect little girl should not flaunt. He licked his lips.
"I'm just gonna cover up with a shroud and dedicate myself, like you have," she said with a gleam in her eye.
"Think of all the people you'll be denying pleasure," the holy man said sadly.
"All the people? You think I'm gonna be a slut?"
"No! I just meant that...." He couldn't go on.
He remembered how beautiful his girl friend was ... like Mary.
"I'll be pleasing God! Isn't that all that matters?"
"Couldn't you please God by being a warm, loving, sweet girl, wife and mother? I'm sure He'd be just as happy with you like that." He looked hungrily at the slip of beauty who sat soooo close to him on the couch.
She threw her arms around her uncle's neck and mocked crying as she pressed against his slim, stiff body.
She wasn't completely sold on fucking, but this holier-than-thou person had to be had. She would drag him off his lofty perch and screw the shit out of him. Then she would see what he had to say.
"Oh, Uncle ... I've been so disappointed with life," she said, sobbing against his warm neck.
"Now, now, dear," he said, stroking her long blonde hair.
"Oh, Uncle ... help me to be as good a person as you are," she said looking him in the steel gray eyes. She pressed her young, firm domes against his rough, black suit.
"I can't," he said and moaned.
He had to get out of this place whether he saw his sister or not. He couldn't sexually touch his lovely niece. What if he got her pregnant and she died? He couldn't bear the pain.
Panic surged within his shaking body. He had to run! He had to get away from this lovely, seductive child. She was so innocent she did not realize what she was doing to him. He was her uncle and should not be thinking about her the way he was ... and his prick should be soft and relaxed. But it wasn't!
"I've gotta go," he said, tearing himself free of her arms.
"You just got here! You've gotta see mom!" She sat up, startled.
If she let him get away, she was defeated in bringing down this man that thought he was so good. She had to fuck her uncle. The ones that had fucked her made her feel dirty and sloppy. Now, for her indirect revenge, she had to make a good person feel the same way.
"Really, I must run," he said, heading toward the door.
"Mom'll feel so bad if she doesn't get to see her only brother. It's been so long since you visited us.
Please?" Mary asked in a begging voice.
Uncle Don tried to adjust his pants so Mary would not notice. Otherwise his dick would be up to his throat and his balls hung high.
"Could I use your bathroom?" he asked.
"Sure."
She watched the tall man walk stiffly down the hall to the can. Her crotch itched with desire. Why, if she didn't like sex, should she feel such a wicked craving for hard cock? She did not know. She was certain that she would fuck her uncle. That was definite!
Uncle Don closed the bathroom door behind him and ripped his pants off as he headed toward the toilet. He sat on the toilet and his slim fingers latched onto his pulsating prick. He worked his hard cock up and down rapidly. His aching balls hung over the toilet bowl as he beat meat. His slender fingers ticked his sensitive cockhead while the other hand worked his hefty stem. He panted and gasped for breath. He worked his pelvis in a rocking motion on the toilet seat. He closed his eyes and thrilled at how wonderful his hand job was ... and how neat it would be if his young niece's cunt was around his beating, pounding whang instead of his own hot hand.
He felt the surge of oncoming cum well up in his blood-gorged dick. He shook violently. His hand jerked double time and he shot off his saintly, holy juice into his clutching hand. His body jerked and spasmed on the toilet seat.
He finally relaxed and slid his sopping hand on his withering dick until he felt nothing but stickiness.
His spent shaft hung over his withered nuts in the toilet bowl and he licked his fingers free of his sticky cum. He wouldn't mess around with his beautiful niece. He would jack off every time he went into the bathroom to avoid causing her any hardships. He wouldn't make an incestuous child out of one who was such an angel ... truly ... such an angel like his dead sweetheart.
He would rather die than hurt dear Mary! And he might just do that drowning in a sea of his spent cum to avoid planting it in her young, sweet, tender, warm body.
He stood up and tucked his soft peter into his pants and washed his hands. He straightened his slender shoulders and walked out to face another period of sheer torture. He said a short prayer and begged for the strength he needed.
He walked up the hall toward the living room and peeked into the bedroom as he did so. He stood entranced as he saw his young niece stark naked amidst the white ruffles. She was bent over with her back to the door and he sucked in his breath as he gazed at her smooth white buns and tiny asshole.
His body shook! He clutched his crotch and watched as she strutted in her room. She picked up her bra and turned slightly to put it on.
His eyes bugged out as he saw her stuff her round, smooth tits with the gorgeous pink nipples into her white lace bra. Her creamy soft hips housed her lovely, delicious, golden snatch. He saw her curly, shimmering pussy disappear under white lace panties.
He gulped and whined low in his throat. His hand pushed down inside his pants and he grabbed his throbbing, stiff stick. He clutched his pulsating prick tight enough in hopes he could choke the thing to death.
He watched her slip on a pair of blue jeans and he saw a trace of her ass crack as she bent over to stick a foot in a pantleg.
He cried his pain to himself.
When she slipped on a faded, blue blouse, he turned and ran to the bathroom ... holding his beating, pounding dong.
He closed the door and quickly whipped out his pounding prick. His well trained hands worked his full, thick dick to a quick orgasm. He stood shaking like a dog in heat while he shot off his load.
His hot, thick cum bathed his hands and fingers and he groaned his pleasure. His body shook and wracked.
The weak man pulled himself together, washed his hands, tucked in his limp dong, straightened his shoulders one more time. He walked to the living room and sat stiffly on the flowered couch. He didn't know how many times he would have to run to the bathroom and jack off but, if his own discomfort saved his precious niece ... he would do it!
Mary came bouncing down the hall and smiled at her dear uncle.
"I guess I'll make some sandwiches for lunch," she said.
"Fine, fine, you do that," he said.
"I think I'll make tuna fish ... I love the smell of tuna fish," she said.
Uncle Don didn't like fish ... he was a vegetarian ... and, besides, tuna fish smelled like cunt. He absolutely could not eat tuna salad without thinking he was chewing up her cunt. Even the smell thrilled him as she opened the can.
"Since you don't, or can't, eat tuna salad, I'll just fix you a salad," Mary said working busily in the kitchen.
"Fine, fine," Uncle Don said squirming.
His nostrils flared at the smell of the fish. His crotch burned and throbbed. He knew it was only a matter of time and he would have to go to the bathroom again ... for another hand job. His nuts ached.
Mary picked up a piece of tuna and stuck it into her mouth.
"That's so good," she said licking her lips.
She took a dill pickle and shoved it into her mouth and retracted it several times. In and out of her mouth went the thick pickle.
Uncle Don swallowed hard and closed the sight out of his eyes. He grabbed his crotch. It was as if she was sucking his cock. He licked his lips as the smell of fish filled his nose.
Mary saw the effects of her pickle sucking and smiled wickedly. She knew she would have her uncle before the day was over. She enjoyed seeing him grab his crotch, and her own simmered and juiced. She noted that his face reflected a painful longing for cunt or was it that he just lusted for a pickle and tuna salad? She laughed. She felt her vaginal mouth slobber.
The front door opened, and in walked Ivy.
"Donald!" she shrieked and ran to her brother. She grabbed him and hugged and kissed the man who was already in agony.
"Hi, sis," he managed to say.
"It's been so long! What're you doing in town?" She sat beside her brother.
"I wanted to see you and Mary," he said, trying to shake himself into decent behavior.
Ivy noticed her brother's pants were tented. She looked at her sweet daughter who was busy making sandwiches in the kitchen. She decided he had a pee hard-on. What else from such a pious man?
Ivy hugged her brother close to her and pressed her full, round domes against his chest.
"I'm so glad to see you," she whispered hotly into his ear.
He looked over her head and saw Mary still sucking a pickle.
His beating, hard, blood-filled cock wiggled and shot off in his pants. He tried to control his breathing as his soft, warm sister hugged him. His face was fevered and wet with sweat.
Ivy looked at her holy brother.
"You feel so hot. I think you've got the flu. You look pale. Do you feel alright?" she asked.
"As a matter-of-fact, I don't feel too well," he said wiping his face.
"Maybe you ought to lie down," Ivy said, moving from the couch.
"I'll get him a pillow and blanket," helpful Mary said.
She stuck the pickle halfway into her mouth and went to her room. She came back with her pillow and a soft, billowy quilt. The pickle was still securely halfway in her mouth.
Uncle Don groaned and looked away from the child. His crotch was wet and sticky. He was sure one of the females would smell his spent cum. He rolled over on his side away from them.
Mary tucked her quilt around her uncle ... careful to lean close to him and brush against his face, neck and hips.
"Poor dear," Ivy said. , Uncle Don moaned as he smelled the tuna on Mary's hands.
Mary noticed his hip move slightly as she tucked the quilt in. She smiled.
Ivy was so glad to see her brother, but she had a date with Bill that afternoon. She was in a dilemma as to what to do. She should stay home with her sick brother, but her crotch longed for a fuck from her lover.
She had had it all planned. She was going to tell Mary she had to go back to the bank and work after lunch. That had bothered her, too. She hated to leave Mary alone all the time, but she only got so much time with Bill when his wife was otherwise occupied. She hadn't fucked Bill in what she considered a long time.
Now her dear brother was here for a visit. Maybe he would sleep all afternoon if he was sick, and Mary could certainly take care of him. After all, Ivy would only be gone part of the afternoon. But it was rude to go off and fuck a neighbor when she had company. What was she to do? Her cunt dribbled in desire for Bill's prick. She fretted as she choked down a tuna sandwich.
Mary smiled gleefully as she carefull watched her uncle twist and turn on the couch. She guessed she could practice her blow job techniques on him and not wait for Bill. Her uncle was so straight, he wouldn't know a good blow from a bad one, so it was safe for her. He would not put her down for her feeble attempts because he would be too tied up confessing to the Lord and begging forgiveness. Yes, he would be a good candidate for cock to suck.
It seemed to Uncle Donald that the whole atmosphere was full of the smell of hot, seething cunt. Damn tuna fish!
Ivy sipped her coffee and looked at her watch. She had to meet Bill shortly.
"Got an appointment?" Mary asked her mother.
"Well, actually, I have to go back to work."
"This afternoon?" Mary asked.
"Yeah, and I feel terrible about it. I felt bad enough when I figured I had to leave you alone ... and now to have Donald here visiting ... I really feel bad," Ivy said, lying through her teeth.
"I'll take care of Uncle Donald," Mary said sweetly.
"I know you will, dear, but it's just that he gets here so seldom."
"How long are you gonna stay, Uncle Donald?" Mary asked.
"I'm not sure," he said, moaning.
-"I'll call in and tell them at the bank that I can't come back," Ivy said
"Then you'll lose your job. No, I'll take care of him, and you go back to work. That's alright with you, isn't it?" Mary said sickeningly sweetly to her uncle.
He groaned. His balls ached. His prick was hard under the covers. He was in agony and this only added to it. He would be home alone with his deliriously tempting niece ... ALL AFTERNOON!
"I do hate to leave, but you know the work situation. What with all the unemployment around. There's lots of people to take my place, and I really don't want the bank to have any reason to get rid of me. You do understand, Donald?" Ivy asked.
He nodded.
"I'm really sorry! Mary, do take good care of him and don't let him leave. I'll only be gone for a couple of hours, I think. I'm so sorry!"
Ivy grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She blew them both kisses and left hurriedly. Her crotch dripped in happy anticipation of getting fucked that afternoon by her dear, darling, most precious lover. He didn't realize all she gave up for him. He had no idea of the precautions she had to take and the risk she ran continually ... just to sneak off and meet him for a couple of minutes here and a few hours there. She felt nasty and wicked about the whole thing. She had become a liar and a cheat, and now she was neglecting her obligations as a mother and sister ... for a few stolen minutes.
She couldn't help it, though. She was so madly in love with Bill, she was never able to resist fleeing to meet him ... ANYWHERE, ANYTIME! She was like putty in his hands. His big, warm hands.
She knew she was giving up her future for a man who had no intention of ever marrying her ... and she did it gladly. She couldn't live without Bill, and if she had to take him on his terms, she would.
She shivered with delight as she drove to meet her lover.
Back in the mobile home, Mary sat like a vulture watching her uncle. She thought he was asleep, so she would wait to make her next move. She had all day.
Uncle Donald thought if he buried his head in the flowered couch and faked sleep all afternoon, he would be safe from his lustful thoughts about his darling niece. He wracked his mind for religious thoughts to help him in his battle against desire. But always his mind went back to Mary ... and he had also liked the feel of his sister's boobs against his chest.
He squirmed uncomfortably.
He realized he was just a horny old man. Not so old, but lots of horny. He was only forty-five. He supposed most men his age had all the sex they wanted, and he had none-and hadn't for so damned long. Apparently all his lustful thoughts had built up over the years to where he was having one hell of a time controlling his thumping, throbbing prick. He wanted to fuck!
He was afraid to get up and go to the bathroom and jack off again. He would have to open his eyes and then he would see Mary. He wasn't at home where he could jam his dick with his hand. That left him on the couch to suffer. He didn't dare open his eyes. He tried desperately to block out the world of his niece and sister.
Mary sat watching ... like a nasty, perverted vulture. She could wait ... and she did.
Her crotch watered. She wondered what it would be like to screw a holy man? An uncle? The whole nasty idea thrilled her. Her nipples stood rigid and her crotch wet. She had discovered that was what men liked ... a wet, marshy, hot cunt and slit. She had always thought it repulsive. Now she knew that was what they all worked for ... sloppy cracks.
Mary got bored after a while. She shifted her position in the big, overstuffed chair.
Her uncle was being rather obnoxious about this. She knew he wanted her. She had seen his tented pants and his reaction to her sucking the pickle. Why was he being so difficult? Maybe he was really a very good man. All the more challenge and fun!
She got up out of her chair and went over to the couch. She stood looking down at the apparently sleeping man. She carefully tucked his quilt around his body. She couldn't have the dear man get drafty. Her fingers worked from his slender shoulders down to his waist ... down to his hips ... within inches of his dong.
He didn't move as she straightened and tucked the quilt.
She thought her uncle inhuman. She would wake up if somebody was messing around with her covers. So she became more rough in her adjusting the covers. Anybody that could sleep through her actions now had to be putting her on.
Uncle Don was having a terrible time. He felt her nimble fingers work down his body and the closer they came to his pelvis, the fatter his cock got! He breathed slowly as he labored to keep his breathing under control. He nearly flipped when he felt her fingers so close to his heavy dick. If by chance his lovely, thoughtful niece brushed against his pounding whang, she would be horrified. She was so sweet and innocent. No man could sleep with such a terrific hard-on ... but she wouldn't know that. He doubted if such an innocent child even knew he had a pecker.
He could take no more of her! He threw back the covers into her slender hands as she worked. He jumped up and ran down the hall to the bathroom.
The startled child looked after him. She thought he had a definite kidney problem. Maybe she should abandon the idea of seducing him. If he had some kind of an infection, she certainly did not want it. And he did spend an awful lot of time in the can.
The innocent-looking vulture returned to her perch in the overstuffed chair. She waited for her uncle to return to the living room. She had succeeded in getting him awake ... but now what? She couldn't just attack him, could she? Did she even want to with him and his bladder problem? She sat debating.
Uncle Donald returned to the living room looking rather pale. Maybe he really was ill. She didn't think so. He had a case of the hornies. She smiled wickedly.
"You look rather drained," she said nastily.
"I don't feel all that hot," he said.
"Oh? I thought you did," she said, smiling coyly.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "Nothing."
He sat down on the couch. "I saw how you watched me fix lunch," she said.
"And what's wrong with that?" he asked indignantly.
"Nothing. I just thought you enjoyed watching me eat my pickle." He squirmed.
"You did, didn't you?" she asked smiling. He went back to staring at the blank wall. "Why fight it, Uncle Don?" she asked coming over to sit by him.
"Fight what?" he asked.
"You want a blow job, and I'll give it to you."
"WHAT! WHY ARE YOU TALKING THAT WAY? BLOW JOB? WHERE DID YOU EVER HEAR OF THAT? THAT'S TERRIBLE! NASTY! NO GOOD GIRL WOULD EVER SAY WORDS LIKE THAT! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?" He hollered at his niece.
She did not feel like arguing with the man. There was no need to. She put her hand in his crotch and felt his limp prick struggle to get up under her touch.
All of his saintly, good intentions were shot to hell along with his religious beliefs. He sank back against the couch and moaned.
"Do you have a bladder infection?" she asked. He shook his head.
"Why do you spend half your time in the can?"
"Jackin' off...." he said.
"Shit! Can you get it up again? After all your hand jobs?" she asked unzipping his pants.
"Probably," he said moaning.
"I'll work it up for you," she said happily.
"You already have ... so many times ... I don't want you to do ... I don't wanna ... It's wrong ... so wrong...." he said, closing his eyes.
"Is it?" she asked, tugging his rubbery whang out of his pants.
"Don't you have any morals?" he asked.
"Sure. I don't fuck women," she said, eyeing his limp dick.
"Shit," he said softly.
"Why, Uncle Donald! You swear!"
"I should have left," he said helplessly.
"You'd have missed a lot," she said, working his rubbery whang with her fingers. "If you'd take your pants off, I could work better."
"I can't move. I'm pooped," he said.
"I'll help you," she said eagerly.
She tugged and pulled on the tall man's pants as he collapsed on the couch ... naked from the waist down.
"How nice," she said as she kissed his flat belly.
He moaned. If he had only known he was going to lose his battle, he wouldn't have jacked off so many times. He felt his age. And a man his age shouldn't be expected to cum ... and cum ... and cum ... and cum. He wished he had known before what was going to happen. He knew he should have because he knew he was weak ... always had been.
What made him think he was anything else, now? He was a no-good weakling, letting his pretty niece fondle his penis. It felt so good!
Mary was delighted even with a limp prick. She looked hungrily at her uncle's soft cock and licked her lips. Her hands played with his soggy stem and nuts. She put her mouth down to his pubic hair and nuzzled and nipped. She worked her way to his soft cockhead and teethed on it gently. She tasted his spent cum on his now hardening prickhead.
She decided his cum wouldn't taste so bad. If she could just work his whang up to a standing position, she just might suck him off and take all his cum into her belly.
She licked up his weak penis and slobbered her hot spit. She kissed his strengthening rod and nipped down the other side to nibble on his balls.
She was delighted at his reaction. He grew strong and hard as she fondled and nipped.
"Take it in your mouth," her uncle whispered.
She pressed her lips to his beating cockhead and closed around his pounding, throbbing stick. She took his thick, hot prick into her mouth ... inch by inch. She loved the taste! She adored the thickness! She munched happily on his stiff whang and ran her tongue up and down his thick, beating veins that were ready to explode. How delicious! How absolutely wonderful to suck cock! Thank God she had discovered this blissful experience so early in life!
Her slim body shook with delight. She was thrilled. She felt high. She floated in ecstasy. Her clit fluttered and her cunt watered freely. She had never experienced such mad delight.
Her fingers fondled her uncle's firm balls, and she admired the softness ... the smooth wrinkles ... the solid nuts inside the preciously tender and delicious skin.
She floated dreamily as she stuck her pink tongue into the tiny, teardrop opening at the tender top of his beating cockhead.
Her hand darted from his balls to his heavy stem taking in all the wonderful feelings of throbbing, beating veins ... that her sucking mouth missed. And her mouth hungrily devoured his sturdy, hard dick.
She felt her tits tingle happily and her nipples were rigid. Her sloppy snatch pressed against his legs as she hovered over her uncle's naked pelvis.
Her nose burrowed into his pubic hair and she smelled spent jism.
In all her life, she had never tasted anything so delicious as her uncle's hard prick. She felt his pelvis swing upward to meet her hot mouth. His ass cheeks rotated under her. She ate his crotch like a famished, malnutritioned child.
Uncle Donald could control himself no longer. He felt so blissful. After his long, dry spell, his lovely niece was chewing his cock and he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He was so weak from his self-induced orgasms that his every movement was like in a dream with a beautiful angel sucking his heavenly dick. He was in the clouds of wonderland. He shot his load into the angel's mouth in one long, steady, hot spray of hot, burning, gushing cum.
He moaned and wiggled under her steady sucking of his cock. He closed his steel gray eyes and knew he was in heaven. He felt so good ... so happy ... so contented ... no more fighting ... no more abstinence. He wished his lovely, beautiful niece would stay hung on his prick forever with her hot, sucking mouth. He felt wonderful!
Mary swallowed his shooting, hot spray as rapidly as she could. Some of his bubbling jism slipped down her soft, smooth cheeks. Her own body reacted to his jetting cum, and she shot off in her crack. Her cuntal mouth contracted and spasmed. Her clit jerked and she shook.
The crotch of her panties was sopping wet and she was delighted with her ability to suck cock. Her uncle had been absolutely delicious and his cum stupendous. She rested her blonde head on Uncle Don's thigh....
And in walked Ivy!
"Mary! What in the hell are you doing? Don! Where're your pants? Why would you let my daughter look at your dick? What's wrong with you? Are you crazy? I thought I could trust you, of all people, with my darling child! And, I come home and find her face damned near in your crotch!" She sank into the flowered chair.
Her own crack was still wet with cum from her neighbor's fuck. She was horrified at the sight she saw. Her darling daughter looking at her uncle's privates was absolutely disgusting to her. Her sweet Mary was too young to do such horrible things ... thank goodness she was still a virgin. Donald would never fuck his niece. What had happened while she was gone? What would have happened if she hadn't come home when she did? Her sweet, innocent daughter might have gotten closer to his dong ... Horrible! Disgusting!
"Mama, I went after him. It's not his fault. You know how men are? No, you don't because you've lived the life of a hermit too long. But I know. A man can't refuse if a woman goes after him."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW!" Ivy screamed at her daughter.
"Because he's not the first," she said. "Mary!"
"I know you're upset. I don't know what's wrong with me. The first time I got fucked, I hated it! Screwin's messy and stinky and nasty ... I LOVE IT! After the first time I got balled, the other times were good and bad ... but, now, I LOVE COCK SUCKIN', I LOVE FUCKIN' WITH SOME GUYS! Not all of them ... one in particular ... I LOVE HIS PRICK STUCK IN MY HOLE! I THOUGHT HIS DICK WAS THE GREATEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME ... UP MY CUNT ... NOW, I LOVE COCK SUCKIN' UNCLE DON! I MIGHT BE CRAZY ... BUT I LOVE ALL OF IT! FUCKIN', SUCKIN'. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, Mom. But, you wouldn't understand. I can't get along without a prick in my cunt or mouth.
"I just feel sorry for you that you don't like sex."
Uncle Donald sat up and grabbed his pants.
Ivy was stunned. She sat flabbergasted. She could not utter a word.
Finally she managed, "Who are the others?"
"It doesn't make any difference," Mary said, hanging her head.
"Who did it to you first? Who got you started fuckin'?"
Mary wouldn't tell on Bill. If she did, her mother would get him on statutory rape. Mary liked his prick too much for that.
Ivy got up and walked to the kitchen ... with Bill's cum dripping out of her hole. She was shocked.