Chapter 3
ANAL NIECE, ORAL UNCLE
"It all started the night I went back to the office after hours. I had a lot of work to catch up on. The empty building seemed eerie, and as I walked along the corridor to my office, the sound of my footsteps echoed and re-echoed as though I was being followed by an army of noisy ghosts. I didn't feel particularly apprehensive about being alone, as Big Barney, our night watchman, was also on duty. Yet when I heard an urgent sort of whispering going on in one of the rooms, my body tensed. Carefully, I slid the door open a hair and peeked into the large fitting room. As a manufacturer of ladies' dresses, I maintain several rooms for the models.
"There were two people in the large room: a man and a woman. The light wasn't very good, but when my eyes adjusted to the gloom, my heart almost stopped beating and I thought I was going to pass out on the floor. The man, I recognized as the night watchman, Big Barney. The girl was my twenty-year-old niece Sue who had just started work as my secretary. They were locked in a passionate embrace.
"And that's what I couldn't understand. Big Barney had to be around my age, which was fifty-five. Sue was only twenty. And the watchman was the ugliest man alive: gray-haired, paunchy, stooped, and he had brown-stained teeth from chewing tobacco. He was a bachelor and I'd heard he couldn't even pay prostitutes to fuck him. It was common knowledge that he had to play with himself to get relief. On the other hand, Sue was even more beautiful than any of my models. At twenty, she had a perfect shape, blonde hair, blue eyes, flawless complexion, and an angelic-looking face. I was almost certain that she was still a virgin and knew nothing about sex.
"As I watched the couple, my first impulse was to barge into the room and knock the ugly old fart on his can. He was forcing himself on Sue, I thought at first. I was completely wrong. In a few minutes, it became perfectly clear that Sue was the aggressor and Big Barney her victim. At least, he certainly didn't want to fuck her. "Not here," he told her after he disengaged himself from her arms. "Too risky," he explained. "Besides, the boss is your uncle." He shook his head vigorously. "I don't want to get in trouble by fuckin' the boss's niece. I got a job to protect."
"Sue's face clouded. "But you promised to fuck me. In fact you said you'd ream out my asshole with your prick." Her voice rose to a whine. "You promised."
"Big Barney looked around him, alarmed. "Not so loud," he cautioned. Then he explained. "That talk of mine don't mean nothin'. I talk dirty to all the girls here. They like that kind of talk. But it don't mean nothin'. Hell, I don't need no women. I just jack off. It's a lot safer and it don't cost nothing."
"Sue's profanity stunned me. "You lying sonofabitch!" the angelic-faced girl hissed at the man. "A promise is a promise. My asshole has been itching all day for a feel of a good, stiff, and superheated prick. Now come across or I'll call rape. You'll really be in trouble."
"Big Barney looked terrified. "Christ almighty, you gotta be kidding. You wouldn't do nothing dirty like that. I'd lose my job."
"Sue smiled. "You're going to punk my asshole. That's all I ask."
"Even in the uncertain light, I could see that Big Barney was sweating profusely. "Why your asshole? If I'm gonna take my prick out, I may as well fuck your cunt. That's where it'll do me some good."
"Sue's face hardened. "Piss on doing you good. I'm the one who needs the relief. And that relief can only come by the feel of hot cock up my asshole. Now, do I get it, or do I start screaming?"
"Big Barney's hands fluttered agitatedly. "Chrissakes, keep your voice down. Okay. I'll punk your asshole. But it don't make sense to me. It sounds kind of dirty."
"That's because you're a dirty-minded old fart," Sue replied as she began to shed her clothes.
"Big Barney again looked alarmed. "Fer crying out tears," he flustered. "You gotta be nuts or something."
"Sue looked at him with impatience. She was already partially disrobed. "Now what's wrong?"
"Barney's voice rose pleadingly. "Don't take off all your clothes. It ain't necessary. Just pull up your skirt and drop the panties. I'll find your asshole without any trouble."
"Uh-uh," Sue shook her head. "Anal sex is kind of juicy. Don't want to get any telltale spots on my clothes. And I want you to strip, too."
""No," the man protested as though he was trying to ward off a mortal blow. "No, no, no. Someone could walk in. Your uncle for instance. Sometimes he comes back to his office after supper."
"Off with your clothes!" Sue ordered in an authoritative voice. "It's not normal to fuck with clothes on."
"All the fight drained out of the aging man. "You're the one who isn't normal," he muttered. But he started to disrobe as ordered. And in a few minutes the couple were entirely in the nude.
"Sue was the most beautiful naked girl I'd ever seen. Certainly, she was more perfectly shaped than the professional models I hire to wear my clothes. At twenty years of age, there wasn't a wrinkle in her skin, a sag of loose flesh, and not one single blemish to mar the sea of fleshly perfection. Her tits were round, firm, resilient and the flesh of her blood-choked nipples was proudly erected. She had an hourglass figure with a cunt that seemed to be invested in a magnetic field. It literally drew a man's cock into a state of rigidity. I had to continually fight a rising compulsion to barge into the room and fuck Sue myself. But for some unfathomable reason, she was attracted to ugly old Barney who didn't even want to screw her.
"When Barney finally stepped out of his last garment, I was appalled at the grotesqueness of his face and body. Yet his ugliness was the sort of thing that seemed to turn Sue on. Sue's face lit up at the sight of Barney's naked body. "Beautiful, honey," she sighed. "Simply beautiful." She stared as though fascinated by his flabby belly and sagging, loose skin. His cock was small, flaccid, wrinkled, the most mediocre specimen of a penis. Yet Sue gushed over it as though Barney was hung like a stallion. "That's one prick I wouldn't mind eating," she cooed.
"Sure you don't want me to stick it in your cunt?" Barney asked. Now that Sue was naked, he was beginning to warm to his task. Her young, naked, warm, and willing body was much more desirable than the mechanical movements of a jack-off. And when he looked at her cunt, he, too, felt the magnetism of the organ that pulled him automatically towards her.
"I want it in my asshole," Sue said, firmly. "Let's keep the ground rules straight."
"But what about your cunt?" the old man asked, curiously. "That's where you blow, don't you?"
"Let me worry about blowing in my cunt," Sue said. "I'll turn around and take up my anal position. Then you ream out my asshole with your lovely little reamer."
"Barney coughed apologetically. "I ain't so young as I used to be."
"Sue looked suspicious. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Barney waggled his fleshy penis. "It ain't hard yet. And you gotta work on me, honey. Or it ain't gonna get hard."
"Sue looked down at the cock as though she was silently appraising it, or trying to decide on a course of action. Finally she shrugged. "This is a new one on me," she confessed. "Most men just look at my cunt or ass and get a bone on that won't quit until it blows." She looked at Barney, suspiciously. "Sure you're not queer?"
"Barney squared his shoulders. His manhood was at stake. "No, I ain't queer!" he fumed. "I just ain't used to a real live woman. I've been jacking off so long, this kind of thing is all new to me."
"That made sense to Sue. "Okay, honey," she said apologetically. "I'll make it "hard," and she took hold of the penis and started to rub it vigorously up and down over her hairy genitals. She laughed excitedly, "Gee, your prick feels good up against my pussy. My cunt's throbbing inside of me. Wow, but it feels good!"
"Sue's enthusiasm and excitement were contagious. Soon, Barney's tiny penis began to grow in her hand. The penile shaft slid out, and although it was rubbery at first, Sue's agitated manipulations soon transformed it into a bony pole.
"It's hard," Barney said, proudly. "Hard enough to fuck with!"
"Sue squeezed the shaft in order to determine the consistency of the flesh. And she disagreed with Barney's conclusion. "Not quite hard enough to penetrate the asshole," she decided.
"Barney took this-as an insult. "The-hell it ain't!" he retorted. "I've fucked many a bird with a prick a lot softer than this one," and he squeezed the bone.
"Down, Rover," Sue said, mirthlessly. "It may be stiff enough to slide into a well-greased cunt. But the asshole is a different kettle of fish. A different kind of ball game entirely. The rectum is a very, very narrow cavity. And believe me, I know. It takes a prick that's stiff as a piece of steel to properly get into the right place."
"Barney shrugged. "You're the expert when it comes to the asshole fuck. Now what?"
"We get your prick stiffer," Sue said. "What did you think we were going to do?"
"Fuck your cunt," the old guy insisted. "It's the only normal place to dip a prick."
"Shut up and do as you're told," Sue said. She turned around and stood with her back towards the naked man. Then she reached back, took hold of the partially stiff prick and started to slide it up and down between the two ass cheeks.
"That ain't gonna do it," Barney still protested. He simply couldn't associate anal sex with a good, stiff prick. Sue paid no attention to his comment. But she increased the tempo of her hand movements. And very soon, I could tell from the triumphant look on her face that her efforts were meeting success. The penile flesh was firming up in her hand. The cock head was expanding, and the semen within Barney's nuts was beginning to transmit signals to him; it wanted release, and it didn't much matter if it shot out into a cunt or an asshole. It didn't matter as long as that organ of release was attached to a young, sex-charged girl.
"I'll fuck your asshole," Barney gurgled. "I don't care where I stick it in you. As long as you make me blow."
"Oh, you'll blow all right," Sue assured him.
"And before my startled eyes, my niece Sue took up a position of anal sex: a position I'd never forget!"
Fifty-five-year-old Baxter S. a widower with grown children, discovered that his twenty-year-old niece was addicted to anal sex. This discovery forced him to examine the pattern of his own sexual behavior more closely. During his marriage, the case subject was an avid practicer of cunnilingus. His wife's vagina was much too large for his penis; too large to create the sort of friction required for an orgasm. Then, he found that he could satisfy his wife with his mouth. As he sucked on his wife's genitals, he stroked his erected penis until a climax was achieved. His wife was able to experience several orgasms from his tongue. Eventually, she insisted on cunnilingus as her sole source of sexual gratification.
When he became a widower, Baxter S. temporarily lost all interest in sex. He had always felt slightly guilty about performing the act of cunnilingus, even with his wife. And he was now, at fifty-five, too shy to approach another woman with the suggestion of oral sex. In fact, because his penis was unusually small, he refrained from any sort of sexual activity.
Baxter S. was relatively unsophisticated about certain sexual practices. He had only vaguely heard about anal sex, and associated the practice with perverts. It was inconceivable to him that normal people would lower themselves to an act that he considered filthy. He had always rationalized his own oral practices. He had convinced himself that he had never really wanted to "go down" on his wife, but their sex organs were so mismatched that he had no alternative but to satisfy his wife with his mouth.
Sue B. was the case subject's favorite niece. She was pretty, vivacious, a lot of fun to be around. She was popular with boys but didn't go steady. And there were many resemblances between the girl and Baxter S.'s late wife. Now that he was alone and lonely, he found himself drawn to the girl. But at first he wasn't attracted to her in a sexual way. When she applied for a job in his company, he made her his secretary. The nearness of the girl was a comfort to the lonely man. He envisioned a beautiful, platonic friendship in which he would eventually guide her in selecting the right marriage partner.
This fantasy was rudely shattered the night he discovered his niece was sexually sophisticated and apparently had long been practicing anal coitus. At first, he was appalled. His impulse was to fire her and abruptly end their friendship. But after he cooled down, he realized that he would suffer more than the girl. She was young and had many friends. He was getting older all the time, more set in his ways, and more withdrawn. As a widower, he no longer had a social life. But as he thought more deeply about his relationship with his niece, he realized that it couldn't continue on a platonic basis. She was a sexual girl who required satisfaction. And his own waning sex interests had been revived after witnessing the anal interlude between Sue and the watchman.
Baxter S. wanted his niece. He wanted her sexually, and he wanted her exclusively. Barriers such as incest and even anilingus melted away in the face of his lust. Still, he hesitated to make his sexual needs known to Sue. To suddenly declare a sexual passion for his niece would have required the case subject to suddenly abandon the self-image he had created of himself through the years. And to suddenly demolish one's self-image can often be disastrous.
In The Ability to Love Dr. Allan Fromme has this to say about the lover's self-image:
Through the years—infancy, childhood, adolescence—the lover is developing his self-image, creating an identity for himself. He tries on a variety of identities as he goes along; hence the daydreaming of which we spoke earlier. He looks for models in history, story books, and in the world around him. He develops crushes on teachers, athletic coaches, older friends, school heroes and heroines. His first heterosexual attachment is still primarily an expression of his attachment to himself. As we shall see in our exploration of romantic love, the lover at first loves his own image of the beloved, not the beloved herself ...
This statement can be applied to the case of Baxter S. He first saw Sue as a pure, virginal, almost perfect being. In his eyes, the girl radiated a sort of spiritual beauty. He even refused to think of her in the context of sex or lust. And that was the reason for his utter astonishment when he inadvertently discovered the sexual side to her nature. But on mature reflection, Baxter S. came to realize that this image of purity and spiritual goodness with which he had invested his niece was merely an extension of his own desires. But why did he initially want his beautiful niece to reflect a spiritual, platonic sort of love instead of a normal and healthy sexual love?
Dr. Fromme might have given the answer when he wrote, "As parents we are urged to give our young child all possible encouragement. He is so often inept, so often frustrated by his own inadequacy, and in addition so much of our function as parents lies in restraining, admonishing, civilizing the little animal, that we must seek and even manufacture occasions to praise and approve him. He needs an abundance of praise and approval if he is to build up a healthy valuation of himself as a person ... "
In brief, the self-image one develops as a child determines the self-image of the adult. During analysis, it was discovered that Baxter S. was raised by highly critical parents. His self-image as a boy was a confused, and a poor one. As an adult, his wife demanded oral sex. Although he performed the act, and rationalized about it, he was guilt-stricken. Again, his self-image remained at a low level.
To compensate, Baxter S. tried to convince himself that he was a spiritually pure person who was really above any vulgar type of sex act. And he tried to create a similar false image of his niece. But eventually, he was intelligent to realize he had created a false self-image of both himself and his niece. When he changed this self-image to a more realistic one, he also changed his attitude towards his niece—and his attitude towards sex.
"I became obsessed with the notion of fucking my niece. I had to become as familiar with her cunt and ass as I was with the palm of my hand. Yet, as much as I wanted her, I was old and mature enough to play a slow, waiting game. The view I now had of Sue was a changed one. She was a sensual creature, I realized, who needed the attention of a man's prick and tongue. But it was the image Sue had of me that hampered me and made me shy in her presence. She thought of me as her very correct uncle, and that's the way she always behaved. I'd have to change the image she had of her old uncle in a sly and subtle way.
"I knew exactly how to get started.
"I sent for one of my models who had a reputation as a swinger. Her name was Tanya, and she was one of those stylishly tall, dark-haired women who look so well in the latest fashions. She had high cheekbones and big, oval eyes that seemed to keep changing color as the shadows shifted in the room.
"Tanya sat across from my desk in the office, and looked at me coldly with her enormous self-confidence. For a moment, I had a feeling our roles were reversed, and that she was my boss instead of the opposite. This angered me, and I decided to settle the matter of our respective roles immediately.
"I leaned forward in my chair. "They tell me you're quite a swinger," I said.
"The girl's face remained coldly bland. Her eyes appraised me as though I was a bug about to get stepped upon.
"I slammed a clenched fist down hard on the desk. "Don't go dumb with me, Tanya. I know all about your screwing habits."
"The woman stirred in the chair. Her lips barely moved as she spoke. And when she did, the temperature in the room went down by quite a few degrees. "My social life is none of your concern," she said.
"I'm making it my concern," I said. "And if that doesn't meet with your approval, pick up your check and I'll get another girl." Tanya had a soft, well-paid job with my company, and I knew she wasn't going to easily toss it over.
"The girl looked back at me with those appraising eyes. "In what way," she asked, "are you making it your concern?"
"I leered at her in a lewd way. "I want to swing, too."
The girl looked startled. Then soft, feminine laughter bubbled out of her shapely lips.
"Her laughter hurt. "If you think it's funny, you can clear the hell out of here. I'll find someone else who will help me swing."
"Still smiling, the girl said, apologetically, "I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at myself. You see, I always thought of you as such a ... stuffy old thing."
"I nodded. "Your image of me was that of a pompous old fart who never had a good piece of ass in his life!"
"Tanya looked back at me, puzzled. "That's exactly what I always thought of you." She was beginning to understand. "But you're ... changing."
"I want to change," I replied. "For my own sake. And hers." I pointed to the outer office where Sue was working.
"Tanya nodded. "Ah yes, your beautiful niece. You are smitten with her."
"I nodded. "I got hot nuts for her. But can I handle her?"
"Tanya looked sympathetic. The temperature between us was warming up. "How can Tanya help you?"
"I put my cards on the table, quickly and bluntly. "I want to accompany you to your swinging affairs. Where couples swap. Where the sky is the limit, sexually speaking."
"I am going to such an affair tonight," she informed me. "You will be my escort."
"I couldn't help asking, "Is it going to be the kind of affair where couples swap? Some want it this way? Some want it that way? In short, any woman's cunt or asshole is fair game for any man's stiff prick?"
"Tanya smiled enigmatically. "Suppose you wait until tonight. You won't be disappointed, regardless of your tastes."
"I looked back at Tanya, carefully. For the first time I was seeing her as a woman. Before, she was just another model, another clothes-horse who worked for me. Now, there was something more to her than just a body to model my clothes that I hoped to sell. She was a woman, a warm one, and if I wasn't mistaken, a rapacious one when it came to sex. Suddenly, I felt very close to her. She was the very first person who recognized my new image. And, more important, she understood and approved.
"Tanya started to rise. "If that is all, I'll go back to the fitting room. And I'll see you tonight." She was wearing a stylish dressing robe as she had been between changes when I had sent for her.
"Instinctively, I motioned for Tanya to remain seated. But I had nothing more to say to her. Why did I want her to remain? I kept staring at her until she appeared uncomfortable. And why did I stare so intently at her? The answer soon made itself known to me. The longer I stared, the more Tanya resembled my late wife Betsy. Both women were of the same height. But that was really where the physical resemblance ended. Still, there was something about the woman that reminded me of Betsy. Then, the answer hit me. An aura of sexuality seemed to exude from the vicinity of the woman's cunt. Tanya, like Betsy, was a cunnilingus addict. I felt it in my bones. And I felt it strongly.
"I hadn't tasted a woman's cunt for almost a year. And suddenly lust raked my body: lust for cunt. I stood up and walked over to the seated woman. I walked as though. I was in a trance. Indeed, I felt that I was possessed by some mysterious force over which I had no control. "Cunt," I breathed down at the now thoroughly frightened-looking woman. "Got to eat your cunt."
"Tanya sat bolt upright. "Here? In your office? You must be out of your mind!"
"It's been so long," I said and couldn't control the sob in my voice. "So very long. I've got to eat it. Surely, you understand."
"Tanya looked over to the door as though she was going to make a charge for the exit. "No, I don't understand. Anyone, including your niece, can walk through the door. I may love to fuck, but I don't intend to advertise." She tried to stand up. "Now, let me out of here."
"I pushed her back on the chair. I was beginning to get angry, too. "Sit!" I ordered. "I'm your boss!"
"Not when it comes to my cunt," Tanya retorted, and this time she really intended in making a hard charge for the door.
"I had to work quickly, and I did. With one hand, I ripped open the robe to expose her naked body. Then I dropped down onto my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I slid both hands under the bare cheeks of her ass and partially lifted them up in order to get a better mouthful of cunt. I looked as though I was lifting with the utmost care a gourd filled with precious nectar. That's the way I felt. Inside that hairy cunt was the sweetest of nectars and I hadn't tasted a drop for over a year. I meant to drink of that nectar until my parched lusts were sated. "No!" Tanya kept screaming. "Not here. Someone will catch us. Let my cunt alone!"
"The louder she screamed, the more she resisted, the more determined I became to partake of her cunt. And she had a beautiful cunt that was worth every effort it took to subdue the lovely beast. Tanya's cunt hairs were short, no longer than the stubble of a man's beard. They were almost as tough as stubble and could certainly scratch a man's face if he wasn't careful. The frosting on the cake was its great abundance. The cunt stubble almost blanketed the bottom portion of her belly, I was surprised, too, by the lips of her cunt. The lips were like fleshy hillocks, and distended enough to give me a very good peek inside the valley. And, despite the woman's protestations, her clitoris had slid into view from its hiding place.
"I had to suppress a chuckle. As a longtime and expert cunt eater, I knew that the clitoris wouldn't have expanded unless the owner was sexually excited. And when I looked up at Tanya's face, I saw the rising passions of lust had already clouded her vision. And her struggles were growing weaker by the second. Finally, they ceased altogether, and she spread her legs as wide as possible in order for me to get my mouth hard, fast, and true against the surface of her cunt. Starting at the very base of the lips, my tongue traced a wet path up to the summit. And in this area, I was able to clamp my lips down hard over Tanya's swollen cock.
"The instant my lips touched her clitoris, Tanya threw up her knees and brought both legs down over my shoulders. In this position, I was in command of the action. I looked up for just an instant to see a face frozen by lust, glassy eyes that stared fixedly at some distant vision, tiny, sharp teeth behind lips that were just slightly parted. She slid down even further in the chair in order to literally wipe my face in her cunt. There was an odor that emanated from her crevice of love: an odor of fragrant perfume. Again, I smiled. No one but an addicted oralist would go around with a perpetually perfumed cunt. In that way, she'd always be ready for any mouth job that came in the direction of her cunt. And like everything else about the model, the perfume had been selected in the best of taste.
"I slid both hands under the smooth cheeks of her bare ass for leverage. Then, I became all mouth. My tongue danced up and down the swelling lips. Then, I'd pull on her clitoris, or dart a quick tongue into the regions of the vagina. And from that hole, it rose lazily toward the other hole in the love box that was stuffed with all sorts of nerves and sensuous pores awaiting the tongue of a man.
"Tanya's eyes looked as though they were glued shut as her body writhed like an eel, and her moans spiraled up from the very depth of her being. Secretions dribbled out of my mouth and I had no idea whether they came from my mouth or from Tanya's cunt. Probably, the fluid was a blend from both sources. It didn't make any difference. All that mattered was my seemingly electrified tongue dancing wildly up and down and in the girl's cunt.
"Finally, Tanya's stomach muscles tensed, and I knew the end was in sight. I shut my own eyes for just a moment and imagined the cunt I was eating belonged to my wife. What a beautiful memory I had of my wife. But that didn't stop the gyrations of Tanya's hips that rocked back and forth with the tireless energy of a piston. The time had arrived to give Tanya the coup de grace, an ending that would never permit her to forget my kind of blow job. It was the kind of finale that used to rack my wife's body with paroxysms of ecstasy.
"My fingers dug deeper into the girl's bare ass and pulled her cunt even tighter up against my mouth. Then, my hopped-up tongue plunged deep into her vagina; deep enough to touch bottom. With her cunt hole stuffed with tongue, I seized the clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and jiggled it back and forth almost as fast as the speed of light. Tanya's head dropped all the way back as though her neck was broken. And the sobbing, strangled, lust-lashed sounds that erupted out of her mouth were fearful to hear.
"Then came the deluge: a flood of hot, bitter-tasting cunt secretions that flowed too swiftly and too furiously for me to swallow. They spilled out of my mouth and down my chin and drenched the cheeks of my face. But I continued to suck and swallow with a hungry, insane look in my shining eyes. My own darling wife couldn't have blown her cunt with more power and enthusiasm.
"I pulled my face away from Tanya's drenched box, and looked up at the girl. Her head had lolled over onto one shoulder and she looked like a rag doll, a battered rag doll. Her eyes were still closed, and when she uttered no sound and I couldn't detect a sign of breathing, I became alarmed. "Tanya," I called out in a loud voice. "Wake up. It's all over."
"Her eyelids slid open and she looked down at me with an uncomprehending face. I was sure that never before in her entire life had her cunt been blown with such an expert tongue. She felt as though her entire insides had collapsed. She had spent every drop of vaginal fluid that her body had been hoarding over a period of days. She was saving up her juices for the swinging party that was being held that night. And now, I understood her initial reluctance to accept my tongue. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I just got carried away."
"Tanya nodded. Normalcy was returning. Memory came flooding back, and she struggled to sit up. I fetched paper towels and she wiped her cunt. "Thanks," she said. "You're the perfect lover in every respect." She looked at my cock with concern. "May I return the favor? You need a blow, too."
"I shook my head. "Tonight. At the swingers' party. I'll get my blow." I smiled, "A man isn't built like a woman. If I lose my cream now, I'm through for a week. Not as young as I used to be," I added, apologetically.
"Tanya nodded. "After the kind of explosion you just gave me, I'm not sure whether I'll be any good for tonight." She stood up. "I'll take the rest of the day off to rest up. Pick me up at seven."
"Gladly," I replied. "Can hardly wait."
Tanya walked over to the door. But as she was about to open it, she turned to me. "You're one book they can't judge by the cover."
"Thanks," I replied. "Lapping cunt is a job I love and adore."
"That you do," she agreed. "And if that niece of yours knew the kind of a tongue you've got, she'd fall for you hook, line, and sinker. Every female dreams of getting lapped by a tongue like that just once in her lifetime."
"I sighed. "When it comes to eating cunt, I'll modestly acknowledge that I'm the greatest. I can boast of thirty years' experience as a cunt sucker. But," I stammered, "there's a complication with my niece. She wants a man's tongue in another region of her body."
"Tanya understood, immediately. A strange smile curved her lips. "Ah yes, she must be an anal lover."
"I looked back at her in surprise. "How did you know?"
"The girl shrugged. "I've seen Sue around here. I guess it just takes one to know one."
"I was stunned. "You? An anal lover?"
"Tanya was still smiling. "It's the greatest."
"I must have looked foolish. I stammered. "But after the cunt job I just gave you, I don't really understand."
"Simple," she said. "I work both sides of the street."
"I sounded envious. "I can't. I mean I don't think I can tongue a woman's ass. That's really too far out."
"But you're going to the swingers' affair with me tonight. You'll be expected to join in. Tonguing ass is one of our specialties," Tanya advised me.
"I nodded. "That's why I want to go. I've got to find out if I can get used to the idea. If I can go through with eating a woman's ass, I'll know I can get somewhere with my niece."
"Tanya blew me a kiss. "See you at seven. My cunt is beginning to itch again for more treatment."
"I'll be there," I said. "But the prospects of going down on an asshole make me nervous."
"And I was still nervous when Tanya and I walked into the bash staged by the swingers' group. The room was filled with wall-to-wall flesh. Naked flesh. The first rule of the club was to disrobe at the door. Any form of clothing over the body was considered obscene. And I suddenly realized that I was entering a world where the rules of organized society were completely reversed. And if I could only enter into the spirit of their world, I'd be able to lose a lifelong aversion to anal sex. Here, anilingus was considered the normal and natural thing to do.
"Tanya quickly disappeared from my side, and I was left alone to observe and enter into, if I pleased, the world of the swinger. For the most part, the couples were already matched up. An older woman was locked in a passionate embrace with a teenage boy. A gray-haired man was being fondled by a young girl. A black man and a blonde girl were wrestling playfully on the floor. A heavy-breasted, big-assed colored woman and a skinny-looking white kid were arranging their bodies for the sixty-nine position. A girl from high society was eating the prick of a man who could have been a truck driver, or a day laborer of some kind.
"In brief, the world of the square had been checked at the door along with the clothes. Here, everyone was expected to do his or her natural thing. And my natural thing was cunnilingus. As far as I was concerned, a washed, perfumed cunt of a woman was the most beautiful and desirable thing in the entire world. I'd eat one without a moment's hesitation. But wasn't a washed and perfumed anus just as desirable to eat? That's what I had to find out. And I looked searchingly around the room in an effort to observe a couple engaged in the act of anal sex.
"My eyes settled on the big-titted, middle-aged colored woman and the thin white boy who couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen years old. When I had observed their initial contortions I had assumed they were going to eventually take up the sixty-nine position. My assumption proved a correct one. Their thing was the sixty-nine. The boy was on the bottom, the woman on top. And her thick, negroid lips engulfed the white, hard prick with a passion hot enough to ignite asbestos. The huge, black cheeky ass of the woman rested comfortably on the boy's shoulders, and the flesh couldn't have been more than a fraction of an inch away from his mouth. The proximity of the boy's mouth to the black woman's asshole was the reason my eyes remained fixed on the couple. There was a possibility that his tongue might sneak into her asshole.
"Of course, I realized that the object of the sixty-nine was a mutual assault on the genitals, an oral assault. And no other part of the body was supposed to be involved. But there was something in the eyes of the white kid that warned me that his tongue was more naturally attuned to the asshole than the cunt. At the moment, the boy's tongue was busily engaged in the large, black, hair-framed orifice. The sharp, black cunt hairs bit into his face as he lapped at the love opening. And there wasn't any doubt that he knew his way around a cunt. His long, purplish tongue rolled up the opening from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom. After a long series of feverish tongue wipes of the cunt, his lips pursed together and struck out at the black woman's clitoris which had enlarged to resemble a hard, bony button.
"When the boy sucked the black cock into his mouth, the colored woman's mouth flew off the white cock, and she emitted a scream like a charging warrior. Then, with the agility of a ballet dancer, the woman moved her enormous hips up and down. And as she moved in this way, the cheeks of her large ass jiggled agitatedly on both sides of the boy's face. That was the reason for my belief that the boy's tongue was going to at least sample the ass that was swinging so closely to his mouth.
"Again, my hunch proved a correct one, and I moved closer to more accurately appraise his reactions as he plunged his tongue into a woman's ass that most definitely had not been washed or perfumed. If this kid could complete the act of tongue-in-asshole with any degree of relish, I could, at least, attempt a similar action on the clean and lovely posterior that belonged to my young niece.
"The boy slid his arms around those enormous hemispheres of ass flesh, and took his mouth out of her pussy. He held his head back and took a long, hard look at the two black cheeks and the deep crevice between them. The flesh inside the cleavage looked even blacker than the surface skin. The boy hesitated. But only for a moment. The next thing I knew he had pushed his entire face between the cheeks, and was running his tongue lustfully up and down the rear-end valley of love. And as he lapped, there was an excited glow in his eyes as though he was at long last performing an act he had dreamt about for a long time.
"At first, the boy divided the energies of his tongue equally between the black woman's cunt and ass. He'd wipe cunt from top to bottom. Then, as though by some prearranged signal, the woman would bend over further, spread the cheeks of her ass, and shove them in his face. After a few long and passionate swipes of the cleavage, he'd again direct his tongue back to the swollen lips of the cunt. But after a while the tongue began to linger a bit longer in the region of the rectum before it retraced its journey back to the genitals. Finally, all pretense was abandoned. The tongue remained in the rectum, and With the express and open purpose of penetrating the hole and throwing a driving tongue-fuck into the cavity. After a series of forward thrusts with the tongue, aided by backward thrusts of the woman's ass, this task was accomplished, and the anal tongue-fuck commenced.
"If facial expressions meant anything, both the boy and woman were in the throes of undiluted rapture. The feel of the boy's tongue inside the woman's ass was obviously what he craved. And the woman must have felt the same way.
"And their joy was contagious. I turned away from the couple with the determination at least to experiment with anal sex. But first, I had to select a partner. Tanya was busy elsewhere, and with another partner. I'd have to find someone else. There were several rooms in the clubhouse, so I decided to investigate them all. Each room was filled with naked couples in various stages and positions of far-out sex. I concentrated my gaze on studying the cheeks of female ass. As I was thus engaged, my eyes fixed intently on the ass of a likely candidate, but then a voice called out to me.
"Hello, Uncle Baxter."
"I whirled around, stunned. My niece Sue was looking at my naked body with an amused, tolerant and not very surprised smile. "Tanya invited me," she said before I could ask the obvious question.
"Did she tell you anything?" I asked, hoping I could suddenly become invisible.
"Everything," Sue replied. She was even more breathtakingly beautiful in the nude than I had imagined. And there was not only a facial resemblance between Sue and my wife. Their respective cunts were shaped in precisely the same way. My mouth began to water as I looked at Sue's cunt.
"Sue followed my impassioned gaze down toward her hairy receptacle of love. "Of course, you can eat it, Uncle Baxter. But first, you know what I have to have."
"Have to have?" I raised my eyebrows. Surely, her need for anal sex wasn't compulsive, I thought.
"But it was. "I've got to have it," Sue said in a tight, hard way. "That's the way I'm built."
"And I've got to have oral sex," I informed her. "That's the way I'm built." I took hold of her hand, and drew her closer to me. "But when two people love each other, they compromise."
"Love is great," Sue admitted. "But it's not enough for me." Her eyes grew hard and shining with lust. "I've got to have that stiff prick up my asshole. There's no other feeling that can quite compare with it. Every pore inside my body responds to an anal fuck. And when I blow, I'm shattered. But it's wonderful." She slid her arms around my waist. "Oh darling," she breathed. "Hit me with a powerful asshole fuck, and I'm yours forever."
"As we stood and talked, my penis began to rise and harden, "Oh, look, darling," Sue said, excitedly. "You're getting a hard on for me."
"My penis had, indeed, risen to the angle of the fuck. The thought of getting into my niece had excited me despite our differences. But Sue had an even deeper explanation. "It's the thought of getting into my asshole that really turned you on, honey." She squealed, "You're an asshole lover and you never even knew it. Deep down, you've always craved anal sex!"
"For a moment, I was speechless. Was there any truth in Sue's contention? Was my body involuntarily reacting to the image of my prick sliding into Sue's asshole? There was only one way to find out for certain. I said, "As long as it's stiff we may as well do something about it."
"Sue's face flushed with excitement. "An anal fuck?"
"An anal fuck," I agreed. But I felt compelled to ask, "How am I ever going to get my prick into such a narrow cavity?"
"That's where all the fun comes in," Sue explained. "That's where you apply your talent for the mouth job."
"I thought of the thin, white boy lapping the huge ass of the colored woman and winced. But, of course, Sue's ass would have more appeal to me. I said, "Let's get on with it then. I've got to find out about myself sooner or later."
"We took several cushions off a couch and piled them on the floor. Sue draped her naked body over the cushions. Naturally, the cheeks of her ass were then on prominent display. And their elevation above the cushions facilitated my mouth to reach her asshole. I dropped down on my side alongside Sue and bent my head over her cheeky ass. The ass flesh was cream-colored and smooth as glass. The symmetrical curves were exciting from both an artistic and erotic point of view. Fortunately, she had perfumed the entire area. I distended my nostrils, inhaled, and took the plunge. My face dropped down deep between the cheeks until it was bathed in darkness. But I didn't need any light to locate the hair-fringed anal opening with the tip of my tongue.
"Once located, I drove my tongue into the asshole with an iron-fisted determination. And this determination paid off. I didn't feel the slightest twinge of revulsion. On the contrary, I felt elated, lighthearted, happy. The smell of Sue's perfumed ass and the taste of the flesh combined to lash me into a fury of tongue, mouth, lips, and teeth. My tongue assaulted the hole with demonic fury. And when I felt the moistened walls of the cavity yielding, I pulled my face out. "Get set for the asshole fuck," I cried out elatedly.
"Sue raised herself up on her knees and elbows, and I lost no time in plunging my tool inside the stretched orifice. The tight fit raked my body with excitement, and I threw a fuck into the asshole that stimulated my bone into a quick explosion. Then I attached my mouth to Sue's cunt and sucked her off.
"The climax was so complete that both of us felt numb for hours afterwards. We were one anal and oral couple that made a great team."