Chapter 2
NAKED UNCLE, BOLD NIECE
"My sex habits began to change at age thirty. Until then, a handsome older man could always excite my cunt. In fact, I never dated men younger than myself. And oral sex of any description filled me with utter distaste. I wouldn't think of wrapping my mouth around any man's prick. Anal sex was completely out of the question; the thought of sucking a man's ass made me want to upchuck. And the picture of some guy lapping my asshole didn't turn me on at all. No, I was turned on by the sight of a handsome old guy with a good bone on. And it never took long for that kind of prick to flood my cunt with hot, juicy cream.
"But after I hit the thirty mark, I noticed I was beginning to have more trouble in blowing my cunt. Orgasms became few and far between. And I thought I was going through some kind of womanly cycle although I was only thirty. I craved a fuck but I was bewildered about how I wanted it, and the sort of guy who should give it to me.
"The picture clarified itself when I paid a visit to the home of my grandparents. My uncle Danny also lived in the same home. Uncle Danny was only fourteen years old at the time. The kid was the youngest brother of my father. He was born quite unexpectedly when his parents were in their mid-forties. They had been married a long time and already had grown children at that age. In fact, they were already grandparents. But at that time, they were pushing sixty with a fourteen-year-old son, Danny. And that made the kid my uncle.
"I was surprised at what a beautiful boy Danny had grown into. And since I was a professional artist, I wanted to paint his portrait. But the kid was always putting me off. When he wasn't working after school, he stayed after class in an effort to improve his grades. The boy was real ambitious, and in that respect took after my pop who was also a go-getter type of guy. Danny even had certain facial resemblances to my dad. There wasn't a doubt that they were brothers even if a good many years separated them.
"One day when he was staying after school, I decided to meet him, and walk home with the boy. I was going to try and get in a few sketches of him. But I was surprised to find the junior high school building empty. Everyone had gone home for the day. Yet Danny's bicycle was still parked around the side of the building. I found one of the doors still open and walked up the stairs into the hallway. There was a heavy smell of chalk and books. But I couldn't find anyone around; not even the janitor. The silence was thick enough to slice with a knife. Yet I knew that Danny had to be in the building; his bike was still outside. I kept on walking up one corridor and down the other.
"But as I was about to finally leave the building, I heard a muted whispering from one of the rooms. Stealthily, I opened the door a crack and peeked in. Danny was alone in the room with a middle-aged woman who was his history teacher. The woman was a matronly type, and quite handsome. She was buxom but her figure was well-preserved and she wore stylish 'mod' kind of clothes. Her hair was gray but cut short and in the latest style. Apparently, she was correcting an essay that Danny had just turned in.
"Danny was standing at the side of the desk awaiting her remarks. "What does this mean, Danny?" the woman asked. She pointed to a particular sentence in the essay that necessitated Danny to bend over the paper quite closely. As he pondered the meaning of the sentence, his thighs brushed against the older woman's lap.
"Even then, something inside me buzzed a signal. The old bag was going to try and fuck my kid uncle Danny. But I remained standing outside the door as though I was paralyzed. I couldn't even hear myself breathe. The idea of the boy getting fucked by the old dame really excited me. And for the first time in a long while, my cunt muscles began to twitch and spasm, and I knew droplets of moisture were already trickling out the crack of my cunt. But would Danny respond to an older woman? Was an old cunt his cup of tea? For some reason, I still thought of him as a virgin. I was wrong.
"When Danny brushed, seemingly by accident, against the side of the teacher, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was hot after the old woman's cunt. And that fact became crystal clear in a very few minutes. Pretending he wanted a closer look at the paper, Danny brushed the side of his face against the face of the woman.
"The touch of Danny's cheek really turned the old gal on. I could tell by the look in her cock-hungry eyes. But she was smart enough not to twitch a muscle. After all, she had to be very careful before she made an overt move towards Danny's cock. And the boy had to be careful, too. If she wasn't really after cock, she could have him expelled from school and disgraced. They were playing a game but cautiously, discreetly. Yet they both craved a fuck, and that hunger would eventually burn away all of their timidities and reservations.
"Danny moved the game along another step. Accidentally on purpose, he dropped one of his papers. This required him to drop to one knee and pick it up. Retrieving this particular piece of paper turned out to be a rather slow job. On one knee, he was able to look directly up the old woman's crotch. Without a word being spoken, Danny was signaling to her his interest in her cunt. She could respond by either spreading her legs, or bringing them tightly together. If she pursued the latter course, Danny would know there was no further point in pursuing her ass. Outside, I held my breath. I kept hoping the teacher would respond to Danny's signal in a positive way.
"The woman's reply was delivered in an equally silent but effective way. As Danny remained on his knees fumbling for the piece of paper, the woman slowly spread her legs apart. She was wearing a girdle but it was the kind that permitted Danny to see right up her crack. A fistful of cunt hair splashed against his line of vision. And as the excited boy peered with unalloyed interest, she continued to spread her legs until the cunt lips became distended too. Her answer was direct and simple: she wanted the boy to play with her cunt.
"Finally, Danny was compelled to stand up. and when he did, there wasn't any doubt about his answer. It was contained in the way his pants bulged out between his legs. The boy had a king-size bone on. And as he straightened himself, the teacher's tongue flickered hungrily over her thin lips. She said, "Here is something else I don't understand," and pointed to a passage in the paper. This time, when Danny approached closely to her to peer down at the paper, the woman's hand dropped down to her side and brushed against the protrusion in Danny's pants.
"The lips of Danny's pretty face twisted grotesquely as the woman's fingers danced along the penile shaft which strained to break through his trousers. He tried to say something but the words stuck in his throat. Sweat blistered his forehead and trickled down the cheeks of his face. Yet that kid uncle of-mine managed to keep his cool. He was going to protect himself despite the situation. The teacher was going to have to make the first overt move regarding the impending fuck. But to make certain that the woman knew he was still interested in her cunt, he arched his hips back and forth in barely perceptible movements which simulated copulatory action.
"This time, the matronly teacher's temperature rose visibly. Despite her heavy makeup, the cheeks of her face became flushed, and those big tits of hers began to heave up and down as she struggled for air. "Warm in here," the woman apologized as she mopped her brow.
"The teacher was playing it cool too; too careful as far as Danny was concerned. If something didn't happen and soon, the kid was going to blow his cock before he got a chance to use it. Distractedly, the woman began to riffle through the papers again. This time she dropped a few of them but. they landed on the other side where Danny couldn't conveniently pick them up. "I'll get them," she said before Danny could run around her and scoop them up. She leaned over sideways to reach out for them. This necessitated her lifting up one of her big, cushiony ass cheeks. And since she was wearing a tight-fitting skirt, the curve of the cheek was clearly apparent. It was even possible to see a faint outline of the cleavage between the cheeks.
"The sight of that one, big, gorgeous ass cheek unhinged Danny and he took more of a chance than he meant to. He pressed his bulging cock against the teacher's ass, and before she could move, he managed to press the cock head between the cheeks. Of course, his prick was still in his trousers but that woman would have to be made out of wood if she didn't realize that the kid's cock head was sniffing up her asshole. She did. And she took action. Yet she still managed to make her movement look accidental. "Can't reach the papers," she said and leaned all the way over. This enabled Danny to really drill his cock deep into her cleavage.
"Without turning around, the teacher took another step that pulled her closer to anal fornication. She let her rather short skirt pull its way up above the cheeky ass. And still, without uttering a word, she tugged down her girdle to let the bare ass cheeks spill out in all their curvaceous wonder. I'll have to admit that for her age, the teacher did have a beautifully shaped ass. And underneath, I could detect a clump of cunt hairs. But, obviously, it wasn't her cunt that she wanted Danny to treat. She spread the cheeks of her ass apart, reached back, and still without saying a word, withdrew Danny's cock from his pants and guided it between the cheeks. After a few more maneuvers, she was able to fit the cock head at the entrance of her anal cavity. Then she shoved back to indicate that she wanted the feel and fit of the entire prick deep inside her asshole.
"That's when I realized that my kid uncle was no virgin. He grabbed hold of each one of her cheeks and pried them apart as far as possible. Then he arched his pelvis and let go! That first thrust must have driven his entire prick deep inside the rectal chamber—deep enough to hit bottom. The teacher's eyes bugged out but she pushed back in order to shove the prick even deeper inside her asshole. That's when Danny threw all restraints out the window and threw a hard, driving, relentless fuck into the gray-haired woman's asshole. After the first few initial thrusts, I observed that his penile shaft glistened with moisture as he kept withdrawing and pumping. And this moisture had to come from deep inside the woman's rectal tube.
"Watching this anal fuck had a great effect on me. The indecisiveness and bewilderment about my changing sex habits vanished. Signals zoomed up at me from deep in the heart of my genitals. And those signals I read very well. I, too, had to have anal sex. I, too, had to feel a hot, slippery bone of prick flesh sliding in and out of that tight pocket where so many nerve endings were pleading for such contact with a cock. The anal cavity was a natural receptacle for a cock; and also a tongue, for that matter.
"With a sense of deep satisfaction, I watched Danny blow a load of rich cock cream into the teacher's asshole. And right there and then, I knew I was going to seduce Uncle Danny, too. I ached all over for the feel of his prick in my asshole.
Until the age of thirty, Loretta L., a bachelor girl, preferred older men for lovers. It excited her to watch the way they ravished her young and naked body. Very rarely did they practice any variations in their sexual techniques. They became aroused at sight of her body, achieved an erection without much overt help from the subject, and they were able to accomplish coitus. The man-on-top position was usually enough to bring Loretta to a satisfactory orgasm.
However, as she approached the age of thirty, she noticed that her sexual tastes were changing. Older men no longer excited her. She was unable to achieve a satisfactory orgasm with them. She was confused and sought psychiatric help. Like most lay people who display a fairly common symptom, she had attempted to analyze herself. Because she had always preferred older men, she believed that she had an Oedipal complex, or a deep, physical attachment to her father. And thus, she reasoned, she was seeking father types in the older men she slept with.
Analysis didn't confirm her own prognosis. She did admire her father. But the psychiatrist didn't find that she was seeking a father substitute in the older men she selected as lovers. As far as the psychiatrist was concerned, her motivating factor in seeking old men as lovers was one of safety. Loretta had spent many years as an art student. She was a talented artist, and wanted to become a successful and recognized one. She didn't want any emotional entanglements. Thus, she selected old men to satisfy her physical needs.
But most of these men weren't particularly passionate lovers. Once they achieved an erection they had to complete coitus quickly, or there was a very great chance they'd lose their erection. This didn't permit time for experimentation. And most of these men wanted a quick release and nothing more. They simply were not overly passionate by nature. And that was the way Loretta wanted things to be.
But as she began to age, her libido demanded a more exciting stimulus. The sight of an old man's naked body and erection no longer was sufficient. Quite by accident, Loretta witnessed a scene of anal sex between her young uncle and an older woman. At first, she was shocked. But as she continued to watch the seduction and eventual act of anal intercourse, Loretta felt excitement; a greater excitement than she had felt for many months. She realized then that she would easily be able to achieve orgasm with an anal sex technique. And the thought of having an extremely young partner excited her all the more. Her psychiatrist believed that her new preference for a young boy lover was merely a reaction to the inept older men she had previously preferred.
In brief, Loretta L. discovered that true sexual pleasure and eventual fulfillment can only be achieved by uninhibited experimentation, and by lustfully using every erotic possibility in the mind and body. In his book Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex, David Reuben, M,D., discusses erotic pathways and the meaning of total sexual stimulation. He states: "Total sexual stimulation is a means of intensifying sexual pleasure by utilizing all the available erotic pathways to reinforce and add to the cumulative gratification of the sexual experience. Every available sensory pathway is recruited, first consciously, later almost automatically, to enhance sexual success."
At age thirty, bachelor girl Loretta L. was compelled to use the erotic pathway of anal sex and also younger boys to reinforce her sexual experience. Her libido craved newer and more exciting sexual stimuli. And unless her mind and body were supplied with these new stimuli, she'd remain incapable of achieving a satisfactory orgasm.
Dr. Reuben further states:
The first sense to concentrate on is the most obvious (and sometimes neglected) sense of touch. There are two sides of every tactile experience—touching and being touched. If understood, they can reinforce each other. For example, when a man caresses the tip of a woman's clitoris with the tip of his index finger, she feels the gentle stroking of the fingertip against the skin of her organ. She also feels the hard-to-describe tingling and throbbing that results. At the same time the man feels the extremely smooth, extremely soft skin of the clitoris against his finger and the pulsation of the organ as it reacts to his touch. This stimulates him sexually and he responds by intensifying his stimulation of the area.
In the case of Loretta L., she discovered that the new sensory experience that she craved most was the feel of a young boy's hard penis inside her rectal cavity. This was a new and exciting experience for her, and with a new and more exciting partner; twin stimuli to which her body responded.
Dr. Reuben further clarifies the meaning of total sexual stimulation by stating:
If then the woman pushes her entire genital area against his hand, her stimulation is increased and obviously so-is his. So far, only one sensory modality has been involved. Now if she whispers into his ear, a new element has been introduced. As the sense of hearing is brought into action, the man becomes more excited and as a result strives to excite the woman even more.
By gradually rising from one level to another of sensory stimulation, it is possible for everyone to reach the same elevated degree of sexual enjoyment.
Looking and seeing is of paramount importance to the full enjoyment of sex. Viewing the sexual organs is in itself exciting. So is being aware of the changes they undergo as sexual activity proceeds ...
In the act of anal sex, this awareness of change is especially enhanced by the necessarily tight fit of the erected penis in the rectum. Loretta L. found this sort of awareness to be especially exciting and grew to prefer anal coitus to the more orthodox sexual techniques.
"After I watched my uncle Danny bum fuck that old teacher, I realized I was getting the hots for a piece of the kid's ass. I became starved for the same kind of anal treatment. I felt like a young girl who was just discovering the different erogenous and sometimes hidden places in her own body that could flood her with so much pleasure. The clitoris and vagina were my great discoveries, and I used both places in my jack-off sequences. At fifteen, a forty-year-old neighbor seduced me. And ever since, I fucked older men.
"But it took my young uncle to make me aware of one other erogenous zone that I had never attached importance to, or given very much of my time: my anus. All of a sudden I started playing with myself by jabbing a finger in and out of my asshole, and masturbating with the other hand. At first, my fingers felt delicious inside the rear-end hole. But after a while, I realized I'd have to have the hole stuffed with a big, hot prick.
"Yet, a bum fuck from my fourteen-year-old uncle violated every instinct I ever had. For one thing, I'd be committing incest. But the greatest conflict was created by the thought of having intercourse with a boy who was so many years my junior. I had never been a cradle snatcher. It had always been the other way around. And so, as much as I itched for an asshole fuck from my kid uncle, I resisted the notion until I became a nervous wreck, I realized I'd have to make a move for my peace of mind; either I'd have to move away and forget about Danny, or go through with the fuck. Then, one day, after much soul-searching, I was hit by an inspiration.
"I had another uncle who was in his mid-fifties; my uncle Mike. I'd get Uncle Mike to bum fuck me! It was the only way out of my dilemma. At least, I'd be getting fucked by an older man, which would put me at ease. And in a leisurely way, I'd be able to examine my own feelings about incest. Whether or not Uncle Mike would go along with an anal fuck remained to be seen.
"I lost no time in putting my plan into operation. I knew I wouldn't have any trouble with Mike as far as the fuck was concerned. But the prospect of requesting anal sex bothered me. Suppose he thought I was abnormal?
"Uncle Mike was one of my favorite people. A widower, in his mid-fifties, he could be described as a real swinger. He said he was making up for all the pussy that had been denied him when he was married. And I believed him. Uncle Mike seemed to live for the sole enjoyment of cunt, and he appeared to enjoy every minute of his life. And he fucked on the theory that a cunt was a cunt. He wasn't at all discriminating. Age, color, or looks were immaterial. He had one criterion, and that was the enthusiasm displayed by the woman during the fuck. He was fond of saying, "I want to feel a good wiggle under me while I'm blasting the hole with cock!" And he was forever describing in rapturous detail the cunts he'd bagged on his many fucking safaris. This man literally adored the sight, feel, and taste of a female pussy. How was he going to react when I pushed the cheeks of my ass in front of his cock?
"Uncle Mike reacted as expected. *No!" he thundered, and his normally red face grew even redder. "I'm not going to fuck your asshole." After he calmed down a bit, he said, "Lorry darlin', your old Uncle Mike loves you. There's nothing I wouldn't do to see a smile on your pretty face. But goddammit don't ask me to change my sex habits of a lifetime. I've never used a woman's asshole for a cunt."
"And I never let a man put it in my asshole!" I countered. "But I'm asking this as a special favor."
"But darlin'," the poor man stammered. "I'll gladly ream your precious little cunt out with my old yet willing tool. But your asshole?" he asked with a grimace. "That's not the place. It ain't natural, dear. I hope you're not going perverse just because you've had your thirtieth birthday. You've still got many good and normal fucks ahead of you."
"I shook my head. I could be stubborn, too. The thought of Uncle Mike's cock inside my cunt didn't turn me on at all. But the thought of the asshole job sent shivers up my spine. "You don't understand," I tried to explain. "I've discovered that my rectum is a place that really needs sexual stimulation. You may even make the same discovery. After all, a woman's got more than one place on her body that needs attention."
"But the asshole," Mike said weakly. "That's no place for a man." Uncle Mike was a big Irishman, as charming as they come, and when he'd had a few drinks, an excellent liar. A charming and good liar. But a liar nevertheless. And now, he started to come up with some very plausible excuses. Ordinarily, I'd have believe them. "Anyhow," he said, "I've got a date tonight, and I want to save what little cock cream this old man has for my lady love."
"You're not going anywheres," I told him. "You're going to stay home and throw a fuck into your niece's asshole. If it wasn't important, I wouldn't ask the favor. But it's very important to me."
"No asshole fuck!" he said with finality, and poured himself another whiskey.
"I was about to give up and leave my uncle's apartment. Then I remembered the skillful way that the old teacher had seduced my uncle Danny. I'd never had to seduce a man before to get sexual satisfaction. But times were changing and I had to change with them. I knew I wouldn't have any trouble in getting Mike to love up my cunt. But the goal was to coax a bit of lust out of him for my ass.
"When I spilled some whiskey on my skirt, I ran into the bathroom to wash it off. I emerged undraped. Uncle's watery, pale blue eyes seemed unable to focus as he looked at my naked body in stunned surprise. "Bare ass naked," he breathed, and I could tell that lust was beginning to stoke the fires of passion within him. He was seated and so I couldn't tell whether he managed to raise an instant hard. But I anticipated no difficulty in making him coax up an erection.
"I walked in front of him like a model displaying a new fashion. Arms akimbo, I let him stare hard and long at the frontal aspect of my body. Then I turned around to give him a quick glimpse of my cheeky ass. Then I whirled around again to let him examine my cunt at leisure. "I've always admired tall girls," he breathed with obvious difficulty. And as I stood closer to him, I noticed that his cock had indeed erected. The veins in his temple bulged as though they were going to break. And his eyes had protruded to such an extent, I thought they'd drop out of their sockets. "You remind me of the first girl I ever fucked," he continued in a whispery voice, "The best fuck I ever had."
"That was so much of his bullshit, his Irish blarney. But I was tail, and all the curves were in the right places. There was plenty of meat on my body—firm and smooth kind of meat; my old lovers used to run their tongues all over my body. This licking action helped them sustain a bone until they cracked their nuts. It didn't look as though Uncle Mike was going to need any such assistance to keep his prick stiff. But if I could get him to eat my cunt, I might be able to coax him into sucking my ass. That's where I wanted to feel the action.
"I soon found out that Uncle Mike wasn't lying when he spoke of his admiration for pussy. He brushed the whiskey from his lips with the back of his hand and dropped to his knees. Encircling my waist with his arms, he pressed his lips, leechlike, against my hairy cunt. "Darlin' niece," he kept mumbling. "Your old uncle loves you. And especially your cunt." He pulled his mouth off the lips and surveyed it with undisguised adoration. "It's lovely," he gushed. "Beautiful. A work of art."
"This unrestrained admiration for my cunt was beginning to turn me on. My clitoris erected and throbbed for attention. But Uncle Mike continued to sing the praises of pussy without making another move. I had to galvanize him into action. And the object of his action had to be my ass!
"Look at my naked body in the mirror," I ordered him. A wall mirror reflected the images of my standing nude body and also that of the kneeling man. "Lovely, lovely," he said, enraptured. "Your tits, your flat belly, the tangle of exciting cunt hair, your long, gracefully slender and shapely legs. And last but not least, your darlin' cunt. A well of bliss and contentment where a man could drink eternally and with the utmost happiness."
"My cunt was made for eating," I smiled down at him.
"Indeed it was, dear," he agreed quickly. "Indeed it most surely was. And eat it I will. No question."
"You're my favorite uncle," I said, still smiling. He offered no resistance when I reached down and took a firm hold of his face with my hands. He puckered his lips in anticipation for a great big French kiss on my cunt. Slowly, I drew his face forward and arched my hips to send my cunt closer to his lips.
"Uncle Mike closed his eyes dreamily, "To kiss the darlin' cunt of my lovely niece is a reward I don't deserve," he murmured. "But I'm a greedy man. I'll take that reward, anyhow."
"With his face still firmly wedged between my hands, I pulled it closer to my cunt. "Keep your eyes closed," I whispered down to him. "I'm going to give you a treat you've never had before. I've been saving it for you."
"Give it to me." Mike said with his eyes shut tightly.
"And I did. But it wasn't my cunt that I gave to Uncle. I made a quick and, for me, daring switch. I twirled around faster than a figure skater, bent over, and pulled Uncle Mike's face hard and deep between the cheeks of my ass. He struggled and tried to get out but there was strength enough in my hands to keep him pinioned in the position of anal love. The feel of his face between the ass flesh unleashed sensuous waves that snaked all over my body and then zeroed in on my cunt. The pit of my genitals began to spasm so insistently that even the outer cunt lips contracted and expanded with involuntary movements. That's when I knew I'd never release the man's face until I felt his tongue deep inside of my asshole. And the tongue job would have to be quickly followed by a thrust of his prick in the same place.
"Uncle Mike called up at me. "Darlin', it ain't fair to keep me so close to your ass. It ain't right." And for good measure, he added, "It ain't normal."
"Just tongue my ass once before you make such statements," I called over my shoulder.
"I could feel his entire body shudder. "I can't," he said. "Just can't eat ass. It's too disgusting. Please," he whined, "please, let me up. I'll do anything else. Anything. But not this."
"I sympathized with the way Uncle Mike felt. Teaching an old dog new tricks isn't easy. And if his attitudes towards anal sex were entirely negative, he simply wasn't going to put much enthusiasm into his work. Still, there was always a chance, however remote, that uncle was deluding himself about anal love. And if he permitted some of his attitudes to relax a bit, he'd find as much joy and pleasure in anal sex as he obviously did the other way. And so I bargained with him. "Suck my ass just once," I said. "If it's really not your cup of tea—okay—you can go to town on my cunt, and we'll say no more about my ass. But if you like it, if it excites you, please be honest enough to admit the truth. Don't be too proud to admit you made a mistake."
"I promise, I promise," he said quickly. Clearly, he had no intention of going through with a good blow job in my ass. He'd give it a few, timid wipes with his tongue, and he hoped that would end it.
"To facilitate his job of tongue-wiping my ass, I bent over and spread the cheeks of my ass farther apart. From the wall mirror, I could see the look of horror on his face. But he was honest enough not to try and reneg on his promise. He closed his eyes tightly as though he was a small boy about to take a teaspoonful of vile-tasting medicine. "Tongue," I instructed. "Lay in the tongue," and spread the cheeks apart even further.
"Uncle Mike stuck out his tongue. At first, the distance of his tongue from his lips was a mere fraction of an inch. "More tongue," I said harshly. I was beginning to lose patience. I couldn't believe my ass was that distasteful. For the occasion I had perfumed and powdered the ass cheeks as well as the cleavage. I had even soaped and perfumed my asshole. My rear-end love equipment was just as clean as any other part of my body. "Lay it in!" I almost screamed in a voice that would tolerate no opposition.
"Uncle Mike had once had a very dominant woman for a wife. And I guess the authoritative manner in which I barked out that last command touched a responsive chord. At any rate, he did as instructed. Out rolled his tongue, and for the first time, the feeling of hot, moist tongue flesh saturated throughout the pores of my ass and flowed sensuously throughout my entire body. There wasn't a doubt that I was hooked on anal sex. Now I realized that my sex life had been unfulfilled. A tongue in my ass was going to be a requisite from now on for the proper and total enjoyment of sex. And I couldn't understand why Uncle Mike found it so distasteful.
"Or did he? Again I assessed his reaction in the wall mirror. His facial muscles were no longer bunched up into wrinkles of distaste. The wrinkles were smoothing out. Now he looked bland, as though he couldn't quite make up his mind. After all, he had years of heavy prejudice to overcome.
"To transmit my own delight about his tongue in my ass, I began to gyrate my hips in a movement that simulated copulation. The cheeks of my ass swept around in a small ellipse and then pressed back and forth against his face. And of course the backward movement drove his tongue deeper and deeper into my passionate love seat. Saliva began to flow out of his mouth, and I thought I detected a certain joy when the flesh of my ass bounced back in hard contact with the cheeks of his face.
"I decided to experiment in order to assess Uncle Mike's true feelings about having his face stuck inside my ass. Slowly, carefully, I released my hold on his face. He was now at liberty to pull his face all the way out of my ass. And that's what he did. "Have enough?" I asked and couldn't conceal the disappointment in my voice. I was on fire for a tongue job inside my asshole. But I was going to keep my side of the bargain, too.
"Uncle Mike ran both hands over the surface of my cheeks and appeared to study them for the longest time. "Never noticed before," he said at last, "how beautiful and graceful the cheeks curve. They're works of art. Nature couldn't have improved on their design."
"Then why can't you eat them?" I asked. I felt like bawling.
"Mike spread the cheeks apart and looked into the cleavage. In the mirror, I could see him distend his nostrils and sniff. "You even perfumed your ass for me, darling?" he asked.
"A special blend," I informed him.
"He inhaled deeply. "Ahhh," he said with a release of breath. "A-blend of the rarest perfumes, I'm certain."
"The perfume I had sprayed on my ass had naturally blended with the natural odors from the rectal chambers. This was the sort of blend that a gourmet of ass flesh would find intoxicating and provocative enough to charge him with a special kind of lust. A man whose mind and body were not attuned to anal sex would merely find the odor distasteful. But Uncle Mike had clearly stated he found the perfume to his tastes.
"The deeper in the well, the rarer the smell," I smiled, encouragingly.
"Uncle Mike winked at me. "Since I'm this close, I'd be a fool not to determine the accuracy of the statement." And without another word, he pressed his head as hard as possible between the cheeks of my ass.
"This time, we both threw out all the stops. I craved a tongue job inside my asshole, and now I wouldn't settle for less. But now Uncle Mike was a most willing captive. Perhaps it was the special blend of perfume I had used over my ass, or perhaps it was the sensuous feel of ass flesh against his mouth. But now he forced his tongue out as far as possible and started to lap, suck, bite, and blow out a stream of hot breath. The feel of that hot breath spreading over my ass, as well as his tongue-wipe, ignited a fire within me that soared with the intensity of a blazing forest.
"And another problem arose, a problem that had never before bothered me. The moment Uncle Mike had made contact with my asshole, my clitoris had erected and was now throbbing for immediate attention. And the kind of attention it was clamoring for was strictly oral; it wanted a mouth job, too. But if Mike's mouth was already busily engaged in the area of my ass, how would it be possible for him to lap my cunt?
"The answer came roaring out of my inflamed cunt. With an exaggerated movement of my hips, it was possible for Mike to lap both my ass and cunt at the same time. Quickly, I squatted a bit lower, and then began to rock back and forth. All my uncle had to do was to remain on his knees with his tongue protruded as far as possible. First, I wiped my ass along his tongue, and then as I bent over farther, his tongue made contact with my cunt.
"A glance in the mirror told me that the double job I had just given his tongue met with his full approval. Later he told me that the taste of my ass and the taste of my cunt were so erotically different that a twin suck in that position almost blew his mind.
"As I continued to rock back and forth, and thus continued to treat both my ass and cunt to a simultaneous tongue action, another wild idea wracked my mind. How would it feel to have a prick in my ass and cunt at the same time? But for the time being, I dismissed this notion by filing it away for future reference. Right now, the tongue action against my ass and cunt was about all I could handle. The temperature of my body was rising to dangerous heights, and there was enough pressure building up within me to tear me apart if it ever exploded.
"Uncle Mike's face was drenched, and I still hadn't hit the most explosive orgasm of which I was capable under those conditions. But the climax wasn't very far away. My hips continued to rock back and forth like a newly greased swinging door. And then, without warning, all of the constraints within me burst, and the bottom of the cunt well heaved out its liquid contents. Uncle Mike swallowed as much of the love honey as possible. But a lot of the secretions dribbled down his face and chin. Finally, all the love dew had expended itself, and my tired uncle fell backwards.
"One problem still remained: Uncle Mike's still erected prick. I had blown my wad. But a tongue job in a woman's ass and cunt doesn't necessarily take care of the male partner unless he jacks off while he's sucking. And Uncle Mike was too much of a novice with the tongue. Besides, my ass and cunt had taken all of his concentration.
"I looked down at the poor man who had fallen backwards on the floor. He was tired but definitely not fulfilled. The protrusion between his legs was enormous. There was only one decent thing to do. And I did it. I dropped quickly to my knees, took my uncle's pulsating tool out, and engulfed it with my mouth. Uncle's gasp of pleasure shook the apartment and that made me all the more determined to blow him quickly and effectively.
"And as I sucked the cock, another prejudice melted away. There was nothing distasteful or revolting about the feel and taste of a man's cock in my mouth. To the contrary, I felt I was performing a very natural and desirable act. But most of all, fellatio, the act of eating cock, was the culmination of all my sexual aspirations. I hadn't realized that fact before. Now I did. And I felt extremely happy to have this symbol of manhood in my mouth.
"But it didn't remain in my mouth for very long. After a few minutes of vacuumlike sucking, tonguing, and blowing on the swollen prick, my uncle screamed out to the heavens, and his bony pole erupted in my mouth. The first bolt of come inside my mouth unsettled me. I wasn't going to swallow the stuff. But after a very few seconds, I became aware that the taste was desirably bitter-sweet and it filled me with a feeling of rapturous contentment. When finally I spit the piece of male flesh out of my mouth, there wasn't a speck of semen on it.
"The best blow job I ever got in my entire life, my darlin," Uncle Mike breathed with a smiling look of pride in my direction. "I'll eat your ass anytime, anyplace. Just give me the word, darlin', just give your old uncle the word."
"But I didn't give Uncle Mike the word again. The quality of my uncle Danny's tongue made itself known to me. And I fell head over heels in love with Danny's tongue and cock. Of course, a teenaged boy has to be a lot more hot-blooded than a middle-aged man.
"At first I didn't think that Uncle Danny was interested in my ass. I knew he was still carrying on his anal affair with his history teacher. She was probably draining him dry. But one night, when the more sensitive nerves in my anus were transmitting frantic signals to me for a bum fuck, I became determined to take the bull by the horns. Danny's folks went out for the night and I was alone with my young uncle. I waited until he took his nightly bath. Then I made my move.
"Barging into the bathroom, I told the startled boy that my bladder was bursting and I just had to use the toilet. Danny was in the bath, and the way he was hung excited me very much. In the twinkle of an eyelash, the kid's cock began to ascend in a stiff, slanted path. The cock head poked out above the surface of the bathwater.
"Without waiting for him to reply, I strode over to the toilet and dropped my bathrobe. The garment fell at my feet, and I was completely naked. I looked the boy full in the face. "You don't mind if your niece takes a piss?" I asked. "After all, we are related."
"That uncle of mine couldn't tear his eyes off my naked body. He replied to my question in a garbled, unintelligible speech. I stepped closer to him in the bath. "I didn't hear you," I informed him.
"Uncle Danny might have been only fourteen but he looked at my body and pussy with the lust-hungry eyes of a grown, mature, and cunt-frantic man. And those eyes, boring into my naked flesh, felt like the end of a branding iron. My flesh literally sizzled as those hot coal eyes burned into my voluptuous tits, my curvaceous body, cunt hairs, cunt slit, and of course my long, shapely legs. I was much younger and had a much better figure than that old history teacher. And now he could see the difference between an old bag and a desirable young woman. There wasn't a doubt about his choice: the desirable young woman with the cunt so heated that the boy could feel the warmth. The shaft of his prick trembled involuntarily as though it was preparing to eject a load.
"The boy finally cleared his throat and made himself heard and understood. "I'd love to see you piss," he said. There was no mistaking the rising desire in his voice or the lust in his eyes and face.
"I turned around and stood still a moment to let him get a good look at the cheeks of my ass. If he was a true anal lover, he'd appreciate the curving flesh lines of my ass, the cleavage, and the smoothness of unblemished, unwrinkled skin. I wanted him to get a good eyeful of an ass that belonged to a young woman instead of the sloppy, saggy cheeks that were attached to the history teacher. With my back to him, I couldn't accurately gauge his reaction. But from the stunned silence, I could make a very intelligent guess as to his response. And an asshole lover is warmed by the natural sounds of a woman. I decided to oblige him in that department, too.
"I sat down on the toilet, relaxed my bladder and let the golden, hissing stream of urine drop noisily into the water of the bowl. Apparently, from the way the boy looked at me, he'd never before seen a woman take a piss, never seen the urine charge out of the piss hole that is so closely related to her genital organs.
"Uncle Danny was so affected by the sight of a mature woman taking a piss that he dropped one hand down over his reddening prick. "Don't do that!" I said, angrily. He was so close to a climax that it wasn't going to take much hand action to accomplish a blow. And that would leave me high and dry. I meant to feel that hot surge of cock cream slide up my asshole.
"Can't help it," he whined. "I haven't had any for so long."
"I stood up and flushed the toilet. But all the time I kept staring at him. I didn't want him to remove his eyes from my naked body for even an instant. "Don't shit me, Uncle Danny," I said. "I know you've been bum fucking that old fart who teaches you history."
"Danny looked back at me with a stunned, in-comprehensive stare. For a moment I was afraid I'd moved too far, too fast. He'd never heard me use profanity before. And he didn't know that I had witnessed the scene of anal sex between him and the history teacher. But I had to gamble on arousing him quickly and exciting him on to immediate asshole action.
"My gamble paid off, and quickly. As I had hoped, the sudden use of obscene language stung his already hot flesh to the boiling point. And my open reference to his anal affair with the old teacher stimulated his appetite for my young asshole. That fourteen-year-old uncle of mine became a man almost instantaneously. He stood up in the bathtub. Foamy soap clung to the cock head and shaft and gave the entire prick a frozen look.
"Fuck," he said in a hard, tense voice. "Got to fuck your asshole."
"I stared back at him as though I was in a trance. His manliness overpowered me. The nerve endings in my anal cavity twitched uncontrollably. "Yes, darling," I replied in a low, subdued voice. "You can take me any way you want."
"Uncle Danny stepped out of the tub and slipped his arms around my waist. His soapy, frosted-looking cock pressed hard into my cunt hairs. I tried to maneuver it lower in order for the head to slide against my erected clitoris. My tits crushed up against the upper part of his chest and throat; I was quite a few feet taller than my uncle. Finally, Danny replied, "Got to fuck your asshole."
"Of course, darling," I said quickly in order to assure him that I dug the anal scene. "Tell me how. You boss my ass. And cunt, too, for that matter. They're both yours, Uncle."
"Turn around," he ordered. He then had me brace my hands on the edge of the bathtub, and after I was firmly stationed, he bent me over slightly. I felt him spread the cheeks of my ass apart. Then, the delicious feel of hot, soapy cock bone charged every pore in my entire body with but one desire: the asshole fuck.
"And that's exactly what Uncle Danny gave me. As he reamed my ass with his prick, he reached under with his other hand and manipulated my clitoris. Danny shot a load of cock juice up my asshole so far I could almost taste it. And I couldn't keep track of the number of times I climaxed.
"From that moment on, there was only one fuck in my life—my uncle Danny!"