Chapter 1
MY UNCLE, MY LOVER
"Ever since I watched my girl friend get fucked by her uncle, I couldn't get my mind off my own niece's cunt. When I started college last fall, I was invited to board at the home of my older brother, his wife, and their thirteen-year-old daughter Donna who already was a real beauty. Every now and then, I'd catch a glimpse of my sister-in-law's cunt, and once I peeked at Donna when she was taking a bath. Her cunt was almost hairless, tight, and delicious looking enough to have made my mouth water. My sister-in-law's cunt was also beautiful for a mature woman; plenty of cunt hairs, thick lips—delicious looking, too. I knew then that if I ever got a chance to prick my sister-in-law's cunt, I wouldn't hesitate. But after I saw my girl friend Judy take such a hot fuck off her uncle, my mind started to consider ways and means of screwing that tight, virgin cunt of my niece Donna.
"My brother and sister-in-law were always leaving us alone when they went out on the town. And so I had plenty of opportunities to slap a cock bone into Donna's cunt. But what I lacked was nerve. I didn't know how Donna would react. Suppose she told her daddy or mother? I'd be up the proverbial shit crick. No, I needed plenty of time to feel out the situation and determine whether or not Donna was ready to be fucked. She was pretty enough, with the burgeoning tits and swelling ass of a growing girl. Her legs were sturdy and shaped like a pair of nutcrackers. All I had to do was just look at the kid and I'd get a hard on. But when that bone shot up and I'd finally gather enough guts to go through with it, my sister-in-law Marge would always show up. I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to find out if Donna was mature enough to handle a fuck or not. The way things worked out, her own mother Marge gave me the clue.
"My brother was out of town on a business trip for a couple of days. On that first evening, Marge asked me if I'd help take her measurements since she was making a pants suit for herself. Marge did all of her own sewing and made most of her own clothes. She was quite a looker, with copper-colored hair, a full set of tits, and a pair of ass cheeks sweet as peaches. And she knew how to dress in a way to accent her shapely figure. I often wondered how often my brother fucked her. The only time I saw Marge's cunt was when I walked past her bedroom when the door was open. She was dressing and I caught a glimpse of her hairs in the dresser mirror.
"When Marge asked me to take her measurements with the tape rule, I couldn't help think of those lovely reddish-colored cunt hairs. My cock started to erect. That's when I dropped to my knees to conceal the fact that there was a good-sized bulge between my legs. "I'll measure your legs first," I told Marge, and I pressed the back of one hand into her crotch and measured the length of her long and shapely leg. With the back of one hand in the vicinity of Marge's cunt, I felt the warmth ooze out of the crack.
"Although I wasn't yet twenty years old, I was mature enough to know that a woman's cunt didn't release that kind of heat unless the owner of that cunt was in a passionate state. Marge was wearing a pair of tight-fitting slacks, and the crack of cunt was clearly visible. Marge was in her late thirties at the time, and the thought of screwing my brother's wife lashed me with such waves of excitement that I could hardly draw a breath. My face grew flushed, my eyes watery, and my hand started to tremble so violently that the back of my hand accidentally flew against the cunt crack.
"But Marge didn't brush it away or look annoyed with me. To the contrary, she seemed pleased, and arched her hips just a bit as though to intensify the contact between the back of my hand and her genitals. "What's bothering you, honey?" she asked in a low voice. She knew I had split with my girl friend and wasn't getting any pussy. Now, for the first time, I realized there was a chance of getting into my sister-in-law's cunt. I was on my knees, looking up at her, at her handsome face, her shapely body and cunt gash. The cloth of her slacks had tucked itself tightly into the slit between her legs. And thinking of that delicious cunt, the tangle of reddish-colored hairs, the moisture, and the fragrant cunt aroma, I impulsively raised up a bit and planted a great big kiss around the vicinity of her cunt.
"Grabbing the bull by the horns," I said, impulsively, "Cunt! That's what bothers me night and day since I broke up with Judy. I want it so bad I jack off ten times a day."
"Marge pretended to look shocked. But I could see that she was real pleased with my being so frank. Her hands dropped down over my head and she played with my hair. "Poor kid," she said in a low, husky voice that was laced with lust. "What happened between you and Judy? She looked like she was a hot piece of ass."
"I'd never heard Marge talk so openly about sex, and my cock shaft began to throb so agitatedly I thought I was going to cream my pants. I jumped up straight and let Marge take a. good look at the protrusion between my legs. I blurted out the truth. "Caught her getting fucked by her own uncle. He must have been about forty years old!" Resentment pulled my lips down. "I just don't go for that kind of shit. Either she's fucking me or not. I don't intend to share my women. Besides, fucking her own uncle is a dirty, rotten thing to do. She must be sick!"
"Marge laughed. "Relax, honey," she urged me in a gentle voice. "She's only human and so is her uncle. And as for not wanting to share women," she shrugged, "you'll learn someday, when you're older, that it's only normal to get a yen for a stray piece of ass." She looked very serious when she added, "Variety is the Spice of life, and don't let no one give you any shit to the contrary."
"What about you and Freddy?" I asked.
Freddy was my brother and a real stud. Cunt was on his mind morning, noon, and night. When he came home from work in the evening, he'd need a piece of ass almost immediately. And Marge was always boasting that she could take anything he could dish out any time of day.
"Marge was silent a while. Then, she replied, "Sure, me and Freddy are no different than anyone else. His cock is the greatest, and my cunt has never failed to make him blow yet. But," she added, hesitantly, "like I already said. Variety is the spice of life. I've fixed Freddy up with a couple of my girl friends to try out. But he's never found anyone for me to fuck. Says the men he knows aren't good enough for me. I think it's a case of dog in the manger. He wants a stray piece of pussy but won't let me have a crack at a strange piece of ass. I'm almost ashamed to say this, but I was a virgin when Freddy broke me in. And I've never been with another man in my life. Now, at thirty-eight, I'm dying to look at and feel another man's stiff prick." And she looked boldly down at the bulge in my pants.
"The cheeks of my face looked as though someone had dabbed red paint all over them. I was trembling so badly, I had to keep my hands clasped behind my back. "I think you're the greatest," I blurted out. "But I wouldn't feel right about fucking my own brother's wife."
"Why not?" Marge asked and began to stroke the protrusion between my legs.
"What if Freddy caught us?" I stammered.
"He's not home," Marge reminded me. "And won't return for a couple of days. Besides, he's fucked my girl friend, and I didn't cry outrage."
"I just don't feel right about it," I said, stubbornly. "Suppose the kid catches us?" I was referring to Donna, my niece, the girl I really wanted to score with.
"Marge smiled. "Don't worry about Donna snitching on us. She kind of goes for you. In fact, you're her favorite uncle. If she wasn't thirteen years old, I'd let you break her in right."
"I guess I must have blushed so furiously and looked so perplexed that Marge read my mind. At least, she guessed that I had a yen for Donna's young, hairless cunt. "Why, darling," she said with a big and bright smile to let me know she wasn't sore. "You can fuck Donna with my deepest thanks. She's at an age where she's simply itching for a feel and taste of cock. And I can't keep an eye on her every minute. I'm terrified that she's going to get mixed up with some hot-nutted hippie. If you fuck her on a regular basis, she'll stay home, and I won't have to worry about her. In fact, I've caught her jacking off a couple of times with your picture in front of her."
"Before I could stop Marge, she unzipped my fly and eased my straining cock bone out into the open. "Not bad," she breathed with her eyes fastened to the flesh of my cock. "You're hung differently than Freddy. Yet you've got what it takes." She wrapped a fist around the penile shaft and squeezed until I winced. "I could take plenty of this," she told me, "and no shit."
"Despite the fact that I ached for a fuck in the very worst way, I still felt that I had the upper hand. Marge was even hotter than I was. This was the time to make a contract with my sister-in-law. Despite my discomfort and fear that I'd blow prematurely and therefore lose my bargaining power, I said, quickly, "If I fuck you, will you—will you let me break in Donna?"
"Of course!" Marge said emphatically, and tightened the grip around my cock bone. "Now give me some of this before I get sick!"
"I can't fuck you through your clothes," I reminded her.
"That's one obstacle that can be quickly removed," she said, and pulled off her clothes as though her life depended on it. I'd never before seen a woman undress so quickly. And finally, when the very last garment had dropped to her lovely feet and she stood naked before me, the muscles in my genitals began to contract and expand involuntarily as though they were striving to eject cream before I got the chance to stuff her cunt.
"To counteract this development, I quickly busied myself with disrobing, and tried to force myself to think of other things besides Marge and Donna's cunt. At any rate, I managed to step naked out of the last garment without creaming myself. Marge appraised my naked, athlete's body and gave the wolf whistle. "Very nice," she informed me. "I could eat your ass or cock without any problems whatsoever."
"When Marge started talking about her love of anal sex, or as she put it, "eating your ass," I began to realize that I was really unsophisticated when it came to the complexities of sex. Judy and I had experimented around with various positions. But we'd never engaged in oral sex. And I always blew my nuts inside her cunt. Now, I realized with mounting excitement that there was a big, wide world of new sexual adventures awaiting me. And I was going to explore that world with Marge, and later with her daughter Donna.
"And I guess because my mind was on anal sex, my eyes merely glanced over the frontal view of Marge's naked body. "Turn around," I said. "I think I can work up quite a case for your ass. It does look good enough to eat."
"Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Marge grow more excited when I complimented and praised her lovely-looking cheeky ass. "Oh, honey," she breathed, "my ass is good enough to eat. I just washed and perfumed the cheeks. And inside, too. Especially inside," she added in a coaxing way. There wasn't a doubt where she wanted my tongue. I dropped to my knees and stabbed Marge's asshole with my tongue!"
Puberty literally assaults a young girl with so many physical and mental changes that quite often she is unable to cope. This transition into young womanhood can be greatly influenced by the environment in which the girl is reared. Donna W., thirteen, was raised by sexually sophisticated parents. Sex was often discussed in front of the girl, and the discussions were held with candor and without a sense of shame. The girl did not develop the attitude where sex was related to filth. She learned quite early that sex was a normal desire, and that if one took certain precautions and was discriminating in the choice of partners, sex could be enjoyed without any psychological damage.
When Donna was thirteen and first awakened to the need for sex, she was encouraged to have sexual relations with her uncle who was then twenty-two years of age. The girl was encouraged to engage in this incestuous relationship by her own mother, Marge W., a thirty-eight-year-old woman with strong passions and sexual appetites. Realizing that her daughter had inherited these same traits, Marge W. was concerned that Donna would grow frustrated as her maturing body craved for the feel and touch of a naked male. Secondly, Marge was concerned that, as a vent for these sexual frustrations, young Donna would get involved with an undesirable partner. Thus, the mother encouraged her daughter to express her sexual longings towards Don W., twenty-two, the uncle of the girl.
Was Marge W. justified in encouraging her young daughter to seek sexual release? In Human Sexuality by James Leslie McCarey, we are given an insight into the many changes which beset a girl at puberty. "This is a period of 'sexual awakening' which is met with ambivalent reactions by both sexes. Attitudes, emotions, and interests change. Experimentation and new physical gratifications such as masturbation begin to occur or increase in frequency."
This was true of Donna. She actually reached the period of "sexual awakening," as McCarey put it, at age twelve. At that period she started to masturbate with increasing frequency and frustration. First, she learned to excite her clitoris with her fingers. Then she discovered that she could affect a copulatory movement with her fingers by thrusting them in and out of her vagina with ever increasing speed until an orgasm was achieved. Eventually, she experimented with objects such as carrots or bananas. As she masturbated, she fantasized herself with a naked male, and usually an older one. Because her parents were so candid about sex, Donna associated sex with adults.
McCarey further wrote about this changing period in a girl's life: "Possessing a positive attitude toward the biological sexual urge and condition, as well as an understanding of society's expectations of the newly emerging self, is essential to the emotional well-being of both sexes at this time ... "
Donna's parents, Marge and Fred W., firmly believed that they took a positive attitude towards their daughter's attempts to adjust to young womanhood and take her place in an adult world. They didn't want her to suffer the agonies of prolonged virginity. And they encouraged her to indulge in sex in any position, including anal, that suited her emerging sexual temperament.
But was not this attitude counter to that "understanding of society's expectations of the newly emerging self? A few years back, there wouldn't have been a doubt that Fred and Marge W. acted against the best interests of the girl. Didn't they introduce the girl to a situation of sex without love? And isn't sex without love a shameful and even harmful act?
Dr. Albert Ellis doesn't think so. In his book, Sex Without Guilt, he states:
Premarital copulation, it is alleged, leads to sex without love. This is sheer nonsense, since most of the great love affairs of human history, such as that of Heloise and Abelard, appear to have been fornicative ones. Sex, no matter how it is indulged, normally creates and enhances love.
Virginity, especially when it is prolonged and taken to extremes, seems to be the true enemy of love (and often engenders deep-seated hostility to others). Sex without love, moreover, is hardly a heinous crime, and appears to be quite delightful and to add immeasurably to the lives of literally millions of individuals.
The most cogent argument for premarital sex (including pubertal sex) is offered by Dr. Ellis when he stated: " ... sex is fun: heterosexual relations, in particular, are the very best of fun; and more heterosexual relations are still more fun.
"Assuming that human beings who remain virginal till marriage are more pure and saintly than those who do not, the thesis cannot very well be upheld that they are commonly happier and more joyful. To fornicate may be 'sinful'; but it is also a rare delight. Perhaps we would be saner to work at making it less rare rather than less delightful."
Dr. Ellis asks the question: "May an informed and intelligent individual in our culture justifiably and guiltlessly have coitus before marriage?"
His answer: "On the basis of the existing evidence, viewed quite apart from the myths which are so widely published and broadcast in this area, it is exceptionally difficult to see why he or she may not."
These beliefs were held by Fred and Marge W. And that is the way they brought up their daughter. Thus, Donna W. was able to engage in anal coitus with her own uncle without a feeling of guilt or shame.
"When I was a thirteen-year-old girl, my parents let me watch them fuck. They were the grooviest parents a kid could ever have. They just thought that sex was a normal body appetite like food and drink. And they didn't make it a taboo kind of subject like the parents of my girl friends did. The first cock I ever saw belonged to my dad, and he didn't try to hide it on me, or act like I was a dirty little kid when I walked into the bathroom to watch him take a piss. After he got through, he let me examine it closely and even handle it. I didn't waste any time in grabbing for it.
"Not so hard," dad cautioned me. "My cock is the most sensitive part of my entire body. Just hold it loose in your hand, and squeeze it gently if you wish."
"At first, I just held that lovely prick in my hand and admired the beauty of the flesh. The splash of black cock hairs up dad's belly held me, too, as did the two huge balls that hung loosely down at the base of the cock shaft. This cock was the part of dad's body that he stuffed inside of mom's cunt. And standing there with the soft piece of meat in my hand, I just couldn't associate this sleepy little penis with the monstrous bone that I saw dad fuck mom with. Then the fleshlike worm in my hand began to stir as though it had a life of its own. My eyes bulged out as the shaft slid quietly out and up until the head was pointing almost directly at the ceiling. The head kept expanding until it resembled the top of a huge mushroom. But there was one startling difference: the color. I thought I could almost see the blood surging underneath the skin of the shaft and head. Finally, the flesh of the entire stiffened prick looked as though it had been stained with a million red and black berries.
"My fingertips crept slowly up over the shaft and then felt the smooth, velvety skin of the cock head. Here and there, my fingertips increased the pressure over the cock meat as though they belonged to the hands of a blind person deciphering Braille.
"To say that dad was affected by the feel of my hand on his cock would be the understatement of the year. His eyes bulged out like a couple of skinned plums, and his breathing became harsh and strained. His prick then continued to erect another couple of degrees, and the outer skin pulsed back and forth like the throat of a croaking frog.
"Dad's reactions were actually mild compared to the churning upheaval inside my own body. I felt as though an atomic bomb had just been exploded within me. My cunt started to throb rhythmically as though it was grabbing for a prick head. I felt the outer lips of my cunt distend and contract with violent, swift, and jerking movements as though it was the mouth of a beached fish gasping for water. My vision blurred momentarily, and the veins and arteries streaking in and out of my cunt area enlarged to a near-breaking point. Then, I felt droplets of moisture surging out of the depths of my cunt and dampening the hairs of my cunt and the skin of my thighs. "I came," I breathed apologetically to dad.
"Dad carefully made me remove my hand from his cock. Then he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. The starch evaporated from the shaft, and the penis shriveled back to its normal flaccid condition. "You just had a climax," dad said. "A very normal thing under the circumstances. Don't sound apologetic about it. You just behaved in a very normal manner. But there's no doubt about it in my mind. It's time you got fucked."
"Oh dad!" I squealed. "I'd love to feel a real prick inside me. I'm getting tired of jacking off. Besides, it's not doing me any good." But I fell silent. "I don't have any boyfriends. Besides, I don't want any of the boys at school to know I need to be fucked. They'll tease me to death and make fun of me."
"Don't worry, pumpkin," dad said and looked at me in a very serious way. "Your dad will think of something. I'll have a talk with your mother. She'll know how to handle this problem."
"My dad's attitude was really great. Yet, I couldn't help complain, "But what good will it do? I've never really been fucked. I wouldn't know how. The whole thing would scare me to death. I'd be so worried, I wouldn't enjoy myself, or get more relief than I do when I use my fingers."
"Dad thought a moment. "You're right, baby," he agreed. "The most important thing you'll have to do in your life—and yet no one tells you how to do it, or tries to prepare you for the experience." He clenched his fists. "I'm gonna try and be a better parent to you than the ones I had. I grew up in ignorance about sex, and had to do a lot of suffering because of that ignorance." He draped an arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry, honey. Daddy will fix. Tonight, I'm gonna screw your mom. You come into our bedroom and watch. Try and learn the hang of things."
"But who will I fuck?" I asked, bewilderedly.
"You learn how to fuck first. Then you let me worry about that," dad replied.
"And that's the way I left the situation. I could hardly wait for the day to end and for dad to throw that big, meaty tool of his into my mother's cunt. Dad was hung like the stallion on grandma's farm. And that stallion did a terrific job on the old mare who really loved every inch of the prick. But of course, animals have no finesse about the sex act. And finesse was what I was going to learn by watching a real stud like pop blast it into mom's love box.
"Mom readily agreed to dad's plan of letting me watch them fuck. In fact, I thought I detected a bit of excitement splinter through mom's body at the prospect of having a voyeur, and especially one who was her own puberty-aged daughter.
"That night, I crept stealthily into the bedroom of my parents. I hoped they wouldn't pay any attention to me at all. They didn't. Once they got down to cases and started peeling off their clothes, they had eyes for no one else but each other. Dad's cock was stiff before he was even completely nude. I tried to fantasize that I was really mom, and braced myself for the assault. When mom took all of her clothes off, I really gaped at the loveliness of her naked body. She always wore such tight-fitting undergarments that I never could really guess her true shape. Now, without the restraints of bra and girdle, mom's naked, fleshy body spilled out into ample but firm curves. And despite the fact that dad must have seen mom's naked body a couple of million times, his eyes became transfixed on her female flesh.
"Mom had a buxom, tall figure but all the curves were in the right places, and the skin was smooth as though she was a young girl. Her huge tits sagged a bit but that didn't detract a bit from their loveliness. The nipple flesh was a blood red color, and they were stiffly erected like dad's prick. Mom's heavy belly curved out a bit but that slant of flesh made it all the more erotic, I thought. There was so much black, curling hair around her cunt that I could hardly locate the lips. Some of the hairs were actually sucked into the cleavage of cunt. Mom's tall legs were shapely and also properly proportioned. But the loveliest part of mom's entire body, I thought, were the cheeks of her ass. These cheeks were so full, firm, and rounded that they resembled, in a way, the cleavage of mom's breasts. They looked like a couple of tits. But they were firmer, of course, and there was an erotic hint of even better things that lay buried deep within that delightful valley of rear-end love.
"And now, dad taught me the meaning of finesse when it came to the act of love. At the smell of cunt, a stallion or any other animal mounts up and throws the fuck. But happily, my dad was no animal. He was a lover in the style of Casanova. Mom dropped onto her knees with her arms on the mattress of the bed. Dad got down on his hands and knees and lowered his face behind my mother's ass. "Lovely," he murmured, and he softly caressed the smooth flesh of each cheek. "They're divine," and he meant the cheeks. Then he did something that I will never forget for the rest of my life. He pursed his lips together, and planted a great, big, slobbery kiss on mom's ass. He was kissing my mother's ass! And that really turned her on.
"Mother sighed, "Oh, darling, you're so good to me. I just adore your kisses," She meant that she adored the way pop was kissing her ass. But that was only the beginning. My education into the mysteries of anal love was quickly expanded.
"Dad flicked one cheek aside and peered inside the cleavage between the cheeks. He looked as though he was searching for something. And that search brought his mouth even closer to mom's anus, the actual asshole, that I had never related to an act of love. But mom's asshole, as I was quickly learning, was very much a part of her love equipment. And despite the location of this particular piece of equipment, and the unorthodox manner in which it was being used, my common sense quickly informed me that mom's anal cavity was just as legitimate piece of love equipment as any other part of her body. There wasn't a doubt that she had carefully washed, powdered and perfumed the cheeks of her ass as well as the rectal area between the cheeks. And under those conditions, there wasn't one good reason why a man couldn't make love to that particular part of a woman's body.
"And as dad pierced mom's asshole with his tongue, my own rectal tube began to twitch, involuntarily. I couldn't help but fantasize a wild scene in which an imaginary lover of my own was laying a big, wet, fleshy piece of tongue meat into my asshole. As I continued to watch, and as mom's hot, moaning sounds pierced every corner in the room, I reared over on one ass cheek and ran a finger into my own rectum.
"At that moment, mom reached back, grabbed hold of dad's head and pushed his face deep between her ass cheeks. Dad seemed to know exactly what had to be done. He contracted the muscles of his tongue until it was prick-stiff, and drove it hard and true into mom's rectum. The tongue-spear must have hit the mark because mom's head snapped back and she emitted a moan like an old bitch dog in heat finally getting screwed. Dad's tongue had, indeed, penetrated into the rectal cavity and dropped down to the very base of that particular shaft. Mom's asshole was totally stuffed with wet, hot tongue. And she loved it.
"But, as I quickly learned, there was more to anal love than the mere feel of a tongue inside the rectum. Mom threw both hands behind her and seized dad's head in such a firm grip that he couldn't move a muscle. She was taking charge of the action, and she knew exactly where that tongue had to be positioned inside her asshole. When she made certain that dad couldn't move his head out from between her cheeks, she maneuvered her hips around in a slight gyration until the tip of dad's tongue hit the precise center of her asshole. Then, she slammed her cheeks back hard, and commenced to pump back and forth in ever-increasing fucking movements.
"She was literally using dad's tongue as a prick, and her asshole as a cunt. In a very short period of time, saliva streamed out of dad's mouth and down his chin. But mom didn't slacken the tempo of the ass fuck for a single moment. The cheeks of her ass bounced back and forth with jackhammer speed and power.
"Now my education into the exciting rites of anal sex was further enlarged. One of dad's hands slid under mom's crotch, and several of his fingers dipped into her pussy. At the feel of dad's fingers inside the love well, mom let out a bloodcurdling scream that goose-pimpled my entire body. Dad was reaching for that little love handle called the clitoris. And that reminded me that I had a female cock of my own. I still had one finger inside my asshole. But with my other hand, I pulled up my skirt and dropped my straining fingers under my panties and over my cunt hairs. My educated fingers located my 'prick' immediately, and I started to strum away as I watched the action on the bed between my mom and dad.
"Mom and dad now had a double fuck going for themselves. And from the look on mom's face, a double fuck had to mean double ecstasy. Dad was driving his tongue in and out of mom's asshole; his fingers were jacking at her clitoris and thrusting in and out of the vagina. Even though the room wasn't very well lighted, I could see that mom's eyes had assumed a glassy stare and were fixed. It was as though her vision was turned in on some inward vibration.
"All of a sudden, she started slamming the cheeks of her ass back and forth against dad's face with such a demonic fury I thought she'd gone insane. Perhaps, for those few driving, furious seconds preceding the climax, she was insane ... with lust. But then, as I was later to learn, mom hit the Big One, as she called it. A female can orgasm at various intensities but there is only one Big One, or Big O, as I learned to refer to this height of orgasmic bliss.
"Dad instinctively knew that mom was on the threshold of unleashing an ocean full of cunt juice. And he acted with the quick expertise of the consummate lover. He wrenched his face out from between the cheeks of mom's ass, and slapped his mouth hard and tightly against morn's streaming cunt. Then, he sucked, lapped, and swallowed the flowing love honey that mom provided for him in such abundance.
"Finally, the flow abated, and mom's entire body rubbered as though she didn't have a single bone left. Dad pulled his mouth off her cunt as she collapsed over the bed. Moonbeams slanted through the window and danced lightly over mom's glistening cunt hairs. The lips were still distended, and the clitoris was still in a state of erection. At least, I thought mom's clit was still visible but I wasn't completely certain. I was too busy playing with my own cunt, and I kept hammering away with my fingers for an orgasm that insisted on eluding me. The demonstration of anal sex was exciting but it wasn't enough to make me hit a real Big One. And that's what I craved. I still felt frustrated.
"And so did dad. But he could do something about it. After mom blew her wad and fell exhausted over the bed, dad stood up with a bone on that was even more monstrous than the one I saw him with in the bathroom. My own mouth watered. Now, it was his turn to blow. But mom claimed she was too tired. This made dad kind of sore. "Blow me!" he insisted.
"Mom remained on her back. Her face was still drenched with sweat. "Aw honey," she whined, "I'm pooped. Can't it wait till morning?"
"Cunt," dad breathed in the grip of blind lust. "Got to blow in your cunt!"
"But my cunt hurts after that workout you gave it," mom insisted. "In the morning. I promise you, I'll make you come big."
"Dad shook his head vigorously. He wasn't interested in the state of his cock twelve hours later. He had to blow, and right now! And if he gave in to mom now, and on such a crucial matter, dad was afraid he'd be surrendering a vital male prerogative. "Now!" he screamed and grabbed mom's legs and wrenched her around to face him. Mom was still laying on her back but facing dad and with her legs off the bed. Now, dad forced her legs apart and wrapped them around his waist. That left him free to walk between them and aim his heated cock straight at the gaping pussy. This he did with his characteristic marksmanship. The head of his cock hit the target right on. The cunt lips spread even wider apart, and the shaft of hard prick slid easily down the love shaft until it was completely immersed. This feel of hot cock reawakened mom, and she quickly threw off her lethargy.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. And as dad thrust his tool back and forth, there were no complaints from mom, no excuses, no pleadings to await the morning. She wanted the fuck now and just as desperately as dad. And that's what she got: a fuck, and one of magnificent proportions. And it was quite clear that mom was once again scaling the heights that would eventually lead her to the goal of every normal female: the Big O. But this time, there was a double orgasm, for dad blew his load too. His cock erupted with the force of a giant cannon that nearly sent him spinning backwards out of mom's cunt. And mom's well was spurting out a stream of love fluid. This time, dad collapsed also. And he made no more demands from mom's cunt.
"I went back to my own bedroom but I was sick with desire. I craved a prick of my own to stab into my cunt. And I started to bug my parents to make good their promise to find me a good, clean fuck to pacify my raging cunt. But the next day, dad had to leave town on a business trip and couldn't help with my problem. And to my greatest surprise, I accidentally caught my uncle Don tonguing mom's asshole. I always thought my uncle Don was kind of cute, and I often kidded him about screwing his girl friend Judy. Even after he broke up with his girl friend, I never really considered him as a possible fuck. After all, Don was my uncle!
"But after the way I saw him eat mom's ass, I knew my uncle Don had possibilities. Then I heard mom encouraging him to throw me a fuck. I ran to my room immediately and successfully jacked off. I almost hit the Big One. But of course, that was impossible to accomplish with mere fingers. The Big O required the services of a tongue or cock. And that's what I intended to get from my uncle Don.
"The chance came that evening. Mom said she had a headache and went to bed early. Of course, she wanted to leave Uncle Don and myself alone. And I had an idea that somehow, mom was going to discreetly watch the entire seduction. But I wasn't quite sure whether Uncle Don or I was supposed to do the seducing. I ached all over for cock, and Don was hungry for young cunt. And after I watched him eat mom's ass, I knew exactly what I wanted him to do to me.
"But once we were alone, Uncle Don went shy on me. I guess it was the idea of fucking his own niece, and also I was so much younger than him. I was still at the jail-bait age but if my own mom was agreeable for him to fuck me, there wouldn't be any trouble. Still, I guess in the minds of some men, there's a built-in reserve about screwing a girl of jail-bait age. And so as we sat alone in the living room, the rules of the game were quickly established. It was up to me to break down Uncle Don's natural reserve about fucking his young niece.
"For the occasion, I had selected my most fetching miniskirt, and made certain there wouldn't be any panties underneath. When I walked into the room, he was pretending to watch a show on television. But I could tell his mind wasn't concentrating on the show. He was too much of a man to pass up a chance to fuck me. Yet he was just plain scared. I sat down on the easy chair that was catty-corner to his chair. I wanted to make certain he got an eyeful when I sat down. And he did.
"I dropped into the chair and pretended to be terribly interested in the show. But the skirt of my mini slid up to my thighs, and even a blind man could see the shape of my cunt. Don's eyes crept stealthily up my legs, over my thighs, and braked to an abrupt halt over my cunt. From the way he stared, I guessed that he had never seen a cunt on a thirteen-year-old girl before. At that age, I only had a few blonde, soft hairs growing timidly up the sides of the crack. But the lips of my cunt weren't flat and tight like the ones on a lot of girls I know. Even at age thirteen, my cunt lips were thick, slightly distended, and exuded an aura of lust. And the mere knowledge that a grown man was staring so hungrily at the slit flicked my clitoris into view and into a full state of rigidity.
"I was gratified to see a bulge develop between Uncle Don's legs. And I was even more thrilled to watch that bulge grow like baker's dough. Yet I pretended not to notice. It was up to the man to make the first overt move. I didn't want to detract from my uncle's manhood, or make him feel insignificant. To get a good fuck, I had to make him feel that he was going to boss my cunt. Yet I didn't and couldn't wait all night for him to make a move. All of a sudden, he grew terribly shy and afraid, too. My duty was plain. I had to make a move but in such a way as to give Don the initiative. I didn't want any emasculated man taking charge of my cunt.
"The terrible urgency of the moment stimulated my imagination. I suddenly remembered the relish with which Don had eaten mom's ass. Apparently, the well curved cheeks of a woman's ass turned him on. Fortunately, I was well endowed with plenty of ass flesh. And my cheeks were a lot firmer and smoother than the ones on mom. And if ass was what Don wanted, that's what I was going to hand him on a platter.
"I stood up and walked over to the television set and pretended to adjust the image. Now I had to turn my back on my uncle and bend over to reach the knob on the TV set. Naturally, as I bent over, the skirt of my mini went sliding up my back and the cheeks of my ass were suddenly and dramatically exposed to his startled eyes that bulged tightly in their sockets. I bent over further to give him an even better look, and I heard a long, drawn-out sigh trickle wistfully through his lips. Now that I was certain I had his undivided attention, I spread the cheeks apart to let him massage his eyeballs with a bit of rectal flesh. That did it!
"The next thing I knew I felt a hot, moist tongue lapping up and down the cleavage between my ass cheeks. Uncle Don had clumped down on his knees and had pressed his face against my ass. With a little prodding, he had made the first move. From that point on, it didn't make any difference who took the initiative. Besides, it was up to me now to communicate my receptiveness. I dropped to my knees too. "Oh darling uncle," I called over my shoulder. "Eat my ass! Please lay in plenty of tongue."
"With that bit of encouragement, the gates of lust were flung wide open. Uncle Don pushed me flat on my stomach and flung my skirt up and over my waist. He wanted a clear and unobstructed view of my ass. And that was one goal easily accomplished. With the skirt over my waist, he could now luxuriate in the richness of all my ass flesh and the valley of love between the cheeks. Uncle Don had stretched out on his stomach also, and he encircled the cheeks of my ass with his arms.
"I had a curious sensation that Uncle Don was such an aficionado of female ass flesh that he was making love directly to my ass. He covered each one of my swelling cheeks with kisses as though they were actually the cheeks of my face. This was a game that two could play. And the thought of my uncle making love to my ass excited me. "Let me kiss you, darling," I whispered over my shoulder.
"Uncle Don nodded and closed his eyes as any normal lover would do in the arms of his sweetheart. But my lover was being confronted by the cheeks of my ass and I had to quickly improvise a soul kiss with my rear-end love equipment. And to my surprise, I found I was able to improvise a kiss quickly, easily, and most effectively. I spread apart each ass cheek as though they were a pair of lips. Uncle Don shot out his tongue and wriggled it between my cheeks. Once I felt the flesh of his tongue, I contracted my cheeks as though I was biting down on the tongue with my lips. This movement on my part stoked the passions of anal love inside my Uncle. Quickly, almost desperately, he located the anal bud with its clump of surrounding hairs. Then in a frantic, driving lunge, he penetrated my asshole and drove his tongue deep into the anal love well. Saliva streamed out of his mouth and down the cleavage between my cheeks. These oral secretions felt moist, hot, and sensuous over my burning skin.
"Then, I prepared myself for the double fuck in much the same manner that my mom was taken care of by my dad. I was going to use Uncle Don's tongue as a prick and my asshole as a cunt. And I was hoping he'd reach under my crotch and take hold of my stiff and throbbing clitoris that was transmitting urgent signals to me. But Uncle Don had a mind of his own. He was bossing the fuck as any stronger leader should. And when he at last pulled his tongue out of my asshole, I didn't try to stop him.
"By the time I turned around, Uncle Don had already torn off his clothes. He was much more sure of himself now. His face glowed with confidence. And he was hung as well as my own dad. Don was one of those unusually tall, stringy, basketball player types. And he had a prick to match his body: long, narrow, muscular. And right now the cock flesh blazed with a brilliant red color.
"It didn't take me long to divest myself of the sweater and miniskirt. Naked, I flung myself into the naked arms of my uncle. For the first time in my entire life I was feeling the flesh of a nude male, and he was feeling my flesh as well as my burning cunt. My tits, which were just beginning to form, crushed flat against his chest, and his long cock pole almost broke as it pressured against my belly. Our lips flew together, and his long, thin, muscular fingers crawled over my entire body; one finger kept jabbing in and out of my ass. Fortunately for me, Uncle Don couldn't let my ass alone, and for the moment that was where I wanted him to concentrate his lustful attentions.
"Finally, Uncle Don tore his mouth back. "Gonna fuck your asshole, baby," he breathed, wild-eyed. "Gonna fuck it till I blow. Okay, baby? Okay?"
"Beautiful," I breathed. "Simply gorgeous." And without another word, I dropped down on my knees and elbows and lifted my ass high in the air to facilitate entry of cock into asshole. "Fuck away," I called over my shoulder. "Fuck my asshole good, uncle darling."
"Right on," Uncle Don replied as he took up his position in back, and guided his prick into my already well-lubricated rectum. And the thought that those secretions in my asshole had originated in Uncle Don's mouth made me all the hotter.
"The initial entry of cock head into rectum was painful enough to make me wince. But once the knob of flesh had pushed its way entirely in, I was surprised how easily the walls of my rectum expanded in anticipation of the entire penile shaft. And once I got used to the feel and fit of my darling uncle's prick, the pain dissolved and in its place I felt only ecstatic bliss.
"And once the prick felt good, then naked, unabashed lust reasserted itself and my clit slid out into throbbing rigidity. My fingers flew back and seized my clitoris that was so slippery with cunt secretions that I was hardly able to hang on. But once I took a firm grip of the clitoral shaft with my thumb and forefinger, I was able to jack it back and forth in a strong and steady masturbatory beat.
"Meanwhile, my rectal tube had grown so moist that Uncle Don didn't have any difficulty in thrusting his long, stiff prick back and forth as though he was hammering out a fuck in my cunt. My cunt was aflame for attentions, too. But it would have to wait until uncle relieved himself inside my asshole. The tight fit of cock inside of rectum, the slide of flesh against flesh, generated enough lust inside of my genitals to blow my cunt.
"Uncle Don was nearing a climax, too. His breathing became horribly strained as he teetered on the brink of having a Big O. His pumping increased to such a tempo that I was afraid he'd grow dizzy. But he couldn't have been pumping any faster than my ever-moving fingers against my clitoris. Like two racers we pounded down the track towards the finish line.
"And the contest ended in a dead heat. Uncle Don's prick exploded at precisely the same moment when my cunt spasmed and released my own load. The cock cream quickly filled my rectal tube, spilled out the top and trickled down the cheeks of my ass. This male cream was intermingled with my female secretions.
"On my very first fuck as a thirteen-year-old girl, I was lucky enough to hit the Big O. I'll never forget my uncle, my lover."