Chapter 4
ANAL SEX ON THE FARM
"Every summer my sister who lives in the big city sends her daughter to visit us on the farm. The year that I fucked her she was thirteen years old and ripe. By ripe I mean her tits were busting out of her chest like ripe fruit, the cheeks of her ass had swelled out sweet as peaches, and her legs already looked like a couple of nutcrackers. She was a lively kid with her long, black hair, big, bedroom eyes, and her hep city talk. She brought about a million records with her, and a half dozen suitcases. The kid had more stuff than I did. I drove her home from the station, and showed her the room where she'd be sleeping. Then I helped her unpack and put away all her clothes.
"I was taking the clothes out of one bag when my hand struck something solid, long, and with a knob on the end of it. It felt like a bull's dong after he'd got a whiff of a cow's cunt in heat. But it couldn't be anything like that. Curiosity compelled me to pull out the object from the kid's bag. It looked exactly as it felt like; a stiff prick.
"I was holding the object and scratching my head in wonderment when the kid came over to me. She saw the puzzled look on my face, and laughed. "You mean to say you don't know what it is?" she asked with that impish smile still on her face.
"I know what it looks like," I replied. "But this is one time I'm not believing my eyes."
"Oh, Uncle Walter," she said, taking the object from my hand. "It's a prick. An artificial one."
"I felt like a million years old. Things must have been happening in the city that I hadn't heard about. Or maybe my sister was raising her kid differently from the way we were brought up. "I figured as much," I said. "But what I don't figure is what you're doing with it."
"The kid looked back at me wide-eyed. "How can you be so gross, Uncle Walter? I use it. Every day. Sometimes three and four times when my pants really get hot."
"Your mom know about it?" I tried to sound parental, but I could feel my own cock begin to stir excitedly.
"Of course she does," the kid said as though I was the biggest dummy in the country. "Mom uses one herself. Only hers is bigger, of course. And she only uses it between boyfriends."
"My city sister who was Kitty's mother was a divorced woman. She and Kitty lived alone in a big apartment. Apparently my sister was raising the kid as though they were sisters instead of mother and daughter. There wasn't a doubt my sister was taking Kitty into her confidence when it came to getting a cunt pacified. And after I thought it over a minute, I came to the conclusion that maybe my sister was doing the right thing. A hot-cunted thirteen-year-old girl could get into trouble with some undesirable punk. The artificial prick was the ideal solution. Whenever the kid felt in need of attention, she jacked herself off with the substitute cock. I think they're called dildoes. And she was masturbating without having to feel ashamed, or guilty. That was great! And I decided to accept the situation as nonchalantly as possible. Already the idea of fucking Kitty was taking root in my mind.
"But to find out how far I could go, I had to find out more about my sister's ideas about getting the kid fucked. "Have you ever watched your mommy use the thing?" I asked and tried to sound casual although my voice was trembling a bit. I hadn't had a good piece of ass for several years. My wife had lost all interest in the game.
"Of course, I've seen mom jack off with her dildoe," Kitty said matter-of-factly. "It's real fun to watch." Her face brightened. "But it's a lot more fun when we do it together."
"Together?" I echoed, foolishly. "How do you do it together?" When we were growing up, I used to fuck my sister all the time. She was a hot piece of ass as a kid. And it sounded as though she hadn't changed a bit. Kitty took after her mom all right. And right there and then, I resolved to get into Kitty's pants.
"Kitty fondled the dildoe, affectionately. "We both sit down in front of a full-length mirror, and hand-fuck ourselves."
"My cock slid upwards and I couldn't conceal the bulge in my pants. And I couldn't suppress the image I saw in my mind of Kitty and her mother sitting naked before a mirror while they jacked themselves off.
"Kitty glanced at the protrusion between my legs but pretended not to notice, although she couldn't suppress a slight smile that played over her lips. She was enjoying getting me heated up. And the kid knew she was tantalizing my nuts. The fact that my wife wasn't fucking me anymore was well-known to everyone in our family. And that included my sister in the city. Since she shared sexual confidences with her young daughter, she probably told Kitty about me. The thought of being discussed in such a manner made me sore, and I made a double resolve to fuck the kid at the first opportunity.
"There was no opportunity at that time. My lard-assed wife was sitting downstairs, and she'd come running if she thought I was getting any. She didn't want to fuck, and she didn't want me to fuck. That shit was going to come to an end, and soon I And the way my niece was teasing me, she'd make the ideal partner for my first fuck in a year.
"I had put away all the kid's clothes. But I simply had to ask, "Since when have you and your mom become so chummy when it comes to sex?"
"Kitty thought a minute. "Oh, it's about six months now. Ever since I kind of persuaded mom to come clean about the different ways I should hand-fuck myself."
"You persuaded her to tell you about masturbation?" I said, incredulously.
"Maybe persuaded isn't the right word," Kitty replied. "More like blackmailed."
"I sat down on the side of the bed. The kid was too much. "How did you blackmail her?" I asked. I realized we were living in changing times. But somehow, I didn't keep up.
"Kitty sounded quite proud of her accomplishment. "I caught her with one of her boyfriends. I just threatened to find a live fuck of my own if she didn't show me how to jack off properly. She was kind of against it at first. But she finally got used to the idea. Now, she likes it. Thinks it's great. She even bought me a dildoe for myself."
"The mention of my sister getting fucked by her boyfriend stirred up old memories of the times I screwed her myself. I simply had to find out if her technique had changed. I had no alternative but to ask, "What was your mom doing with her boyfriend?"
"A lot of things," she said as though she still relished the memory. "A lot of interesting things."
"I motioned for Kitty to sit beside me on the edge of the bed. She accepted my invitation, and snuggled up very close to me. I cast an anxious eye toward the door. My wife was always a problem. But I didn't dare go too far now unless I lost all control. I draped a friendly arm around her shoulder. "I'm almost like your daddy," I said, "even though I'm your uncle. Tell me what your mommy and her friend were doing."
"Kitty's eyes hovered over my crotch and she noted with satisfaction that I still had a hard on. She rested her one arm on my lap, and 'accidentally on purpose' let the elbow brush up against the bulge where my prick was endeavoring to break through my pants. "There isn't too much to tell," she said, but in a teasing way. She sensed how badly I wanted in on the details of her mother's fucking habits. She remembered. "Mom and her friend thought I was asleep. I heard them in the living room, and peeked out at them through the bedroom door.
"They were necking on' the living-room couch. Mom's skirt was way up over her waist, and her friend's fly was open, and his stiff prick was exposed. Although this was the first grown man's cock I'd ever seen, I didn't think much of it. Some of the boys at school took out their cocks and showed them to me. And they were hung a lot better than mom's boyfriend. But at that moment, the size of the guy's prick didn't seem to matter. He had his hand up mom's snatch and was stroking and tickling it with his fingers.
"Mom was rotating her hips and moaning, and every now and then she'd shove her whole ass forward to make the man's finger dig into her cunt. When that happened she really moaned and carried on. The next thing I knew they tore off their clothes. My eyes really bugged out. Mom is really gorgeous in the nude. The boyfriend thought so, too. He kept saying he'd like to eat her all up: her tits, belly, cunt and ass.
"When he mentioned the word ass, mom looked at him in a strange way. Okay, she told her friend, you can just do that little thing. When the friend looked puzzled, mom reminded him that he had promised to eat her ass. When he tried to weasel out of it, mom got sore. A promise was a promise as far as she was concerned. She had been looking for a man to go down on her ass for quite some time. And he'd not only have to eat her ass, but fuck it, too.
"The boyfriend was kind of weak-livered and hesitant about doing such a thing. But mom took hold of his prick and rubbed it up against her pussy. That did it. The guy groaned and moaned and promised to do anything if she'd only let him fuck her.
"Mom agreed. But first, she wanted his tongue lapping her ass. A tight asshole filled to overflowing with a big prick was where all the action was, mom said. She had divorced her husband because he couldn't perform the way she wanted. And she'd get rid of any boyfriend who couldn't come through for her.
"Mom had placed her cards on the table. It was up to her boyfriend to continue dealing, or get out of the game. He decided to stay. At that moment, he was playing in the only game in town. At least that's what he told mom. She shrugged, and told him to take it or leave it. Anal sex was her bag, and he was going to have to perform, or else.
"The guy was really stupid. He didn't know a thing about anal fucking, or an anal blow job. Mom had to show him everything. What made it all possible for the guy was mom's cute shape in the nude. She's a stunner, and that ass of hers is really a piece of cake. Once the guy got into it with his tongue he didn't mind sucking ass at all. In fact, he began to enjoy it. But mom would only let him suck until the asshole got wet enough for the walls to stretch.
"Once those walls got stretched, mom ordered him to throw her an asshole fuck while she got down in a dog-style position."
"Kitty shook her head. "He shot a load you won't believe. I never thought he'd quit creaming."
"I nodded. "And after that, your mother took you into her confidence regarding sex?"
"She sure did!" Kitty replied.
"I was about to push her back on the bed, and fuck her little cunt. But my wife's footsteps made me scramble to my feet and run out of the room. But that made me all the more determined to eventually fuck my niece. And if she was anything like her mother, which I strongly suspected, I'd have to give her an anal fuck."
Walter G. was a forty-six-year-old man who lived with his wife in a fairly isolated rural community. He was sexually frustrated. A year prior to his anal affair with his thirteen-year-old niece, his wife had suffered a serious illness. On recovery, she appeared to have little or no interest in sex. She refused to resume an active sex life with her husband. Because of financial reasons, the couple remained married. The case subject, who had a strong sexual appetite, became frustrated. But in the small community where everyone knew everyone else, there was no vent for his sexual frustrations. There wasn't even an opportunity to pay a prostitute to give him temporary relief.
Every summer for many years Walter's niece, from a distant large city, visited the couple on their farm. In her thirteenth year, when the niece Kitty visited Walter and his wife, the farmer was surprised at the change in the girl. She had grown into a sexually precocious youngster who spoke openly to him of her masturbatory habits and of the sexual habits of her mother. The girl's mother was treating her as an adult and took her into her confidence about sexual matters.
As a boy, Walter had engaged in an incestuous affair with his sister, Kitty's mother. But the anal affair with Kitty was provoked by the niece. Despite her age, the thirteen-year-old girl was already a sexually mature female because of the open relationship between her and her mother.
Was Kitty's mother wrong in sharing sexual confidences with her young daughter? Was she wrong in teaching Kitty masturbatory techniques for the girl to relieve herself with? Despite the seemingly unusual nature of such a relationship, the practice of a mother or an older woman instructing a puberty-aged girl in the rites of masturbation is an old one.
In Comparative Sex Techniques, John Warren Wells states:
... playmates and older women may play a role in the child's [sex] learning process. The daughters of the upper classes, especially in England and France, were frequently taught to masturbate by nursemaids who handled the girls' genitals until sexual excitement resulted; later, the girls would imitate the nursemaids' actions and masturbate themselves. Either Lesbian impulses or a desire to calm the child might lead nursemaids to abuse their charges in this fashion.
The motivations of Kitty's mother were simple. She wanted to pacify the child rather than run the risk of having her involved with boys. The mother worked, was away from the house a great deal, and the daughter had ample opportunity for sexual activities with the opposite sex. As a well-informed and poised youngster, Kitty was actually better able to cope with problems. She was actually much more mature than her uncle Walter, a sexually frustrated man who remained unable to cope with his problems. But he had always been unable to cope. As a boy, he had carried on a brief affair with his older sister. For years, he was tormented with feelings of guilt. As self-punishment, he married a relatively frigid woman. In the beginning of their marriage, she was an indifferent sex partner. Later, she used an illness as an excuse to abandon all sexual contact with her husband.
Fearful people like Walter G. are characterized by Albert Ellis in his book Sex Without Guilt. He writes:
Americans are specifically taught to be fearful of sex. During their childhood and adolescence, all the possible dangers, and virtually none of the pleasures, of human sexuality are drummed into their heads and hearts. Grim specters of loss of reputation, illegitimate pregnancy, illegal abortion, syphilis, gonorrhea, perversion, physical and emotional breakdown, etc. are ceaselessly thrown at them while they are growing up.
The idea that sex is good, sex is fun, sex is one of the greatest and most repeatable of human joys is rarely unequivocally brought to their attention. In jokes, yes; in sly asides, of course; in under-the-counter pamphlets and books, certainly. In these indirect and backhanded ways the idea that sex is good, hot, and spicy is slammed across to the average American male and female. But directly and forthrigtitly? Heavens, no! From these respectable sources come cavilings, quibblings, cautionings.
The result is ... that the American boy and girl, and later the American man and woman, believe that sex is good—and bad; tasty—and nasty. They are, in a word, conflicted. And conflict means indecision and doubt—which means fear.
Walter G. and his sister Clair were raised by a widowed mother. The mother was left a large farm and employed many workers. She was regarded in the small community with respect and deference. She was one of the social leaders in the area. And because of her position, she was greatly concerned with the image she projected, and the behavior of her two children.
When Clair and Walter reached the age of puberty, and exhibited interest in the opposite sex, their mother gave them stern warnings against promiscuity. She frightened them with the many perils of sex. This sort of attitude produced two distinctly different reactions in her children. Clair became resentful and engaged in sexual activities to spite her puritanical mother. Walter became frightened and inhibited. He was eventually seduced by his older sister but suffered the torments of the damned.
The arrival of his niece awakened old and latent desires for sexual excitement.
"I was thirteen years old when I got my first bone on. I didn't understand what was happening to me, or what I was supposed to do with it. When I told my sister Clair, she laughed and asked to see it. I took out my cock, and when she touched it, the meat hardened again and turned red. I felt funny, like I was supposed to do something with it. But I really didn't know. "I'll show you," Clair said, and pulled up her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and so I got a good look at her cunt for the first time.
"I remember staring so hard at Clair's cunt that I thought my eyes were going to drop out of their sockets. Clair laughed at my reaction. She was fifteen years old at that time and already had a very nice spray of hair around the gash. But it wasn't just her cunt that excited me. Her body was so different from mine. She had a fuller belly than mine and a belly button that looked like another cunt. When she turned around to show me the cheeks of her ass, I thought my bone was going to blow off my body. The cheeks were pinkish colored, and I was suddenly filled with the most unexplainable desire to fondle them with my hands, to scratch at the flesh, and even to kiss them.
"But I didn't do any of those things then. Clair turned around, She still held her skirt up around her waist. "Let's have some fun," she said.
"What kind of fun?" I asked.
"Fuck fun," she giggled.
"I tried to tuck my bone back into my pants. But it was too long and too stiff. "Mom warned us about playing with our bodies," I reminded her. "She said we'd get a bad case of the measles, and get real sick. You know it's bad to play with each other like that."
"Horseshit!" Clair blurted out, disgustedly. "Mom don't want us to have any fun because she's not getting any. And she's so goddamned afraid people will find out. She's always so afraid about what other people are going to think!" She wrinkled her nose. "Piss on what other people think." She held out her hand. "Give me your prick, and I'll give you a good time."
"Before I could twist aside, Clair grabbed hold of my bone and pulled me close to her. Once I felt the touch of her hand over the meat, I didn't try to struggle very hard. That soft, female hand felt like velvet cloth over my burning cock shaft. "Feels funny." I breathed with the greatest of difficulty.
"This time Clair didn't laugh. She looked into my face and at my cock with a strange light in her eyes. My reaction to her hand on my prick excited her. "Pricks were made to have fun with," she said in a low voice.
"But you're my sister," I protested feebly. "Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to fuck each other. Mom warned us."
"Forget about mom, little brother. It's time you started making up your own mind about things in general. Including this," and she squeezed the cock bone.
"I was filled with mixed feelings. I loved the feeling of Clair's hand over my prick. It was exciting, and I couldn't see anything wrong with it. Yet mom's doomsday warnings were still ringing in my ears. I asked timidly, "What are you going to do?"
"For answer, Clair guided my cockhead against the outer lips of her pussy. Then she began to brush the head back and forth over the moistening lips. At first she stroked the lips with a slow, easy movement as though she was savoring a rare old wine. But, gradually, the stroking increased in tempo. Then I felt the lips of her cunt open and the tip of my cockhead felt the soft inner goodness of her cunt. Now she flicked my cock up and down the slit with such a rapidity, I couldn't follow the motion with my eyes. A wild, savage look clawed at Clair's features. I didn't recognize her. She was someone else, a madwoman I'd never seen before. She squatted a bit lower and started to jack the cock in and out of her cunt in a hammering, driving motion that left her breathless. She seemed to be on the verge of doing something very important. Her red tongue slid out between her tiny, sharp teeth. "Ahhhhh," she moaned, and then, with one final and terrible hammering blow, she slammed the cockhead hard against her cunt. And, much to my amazement, liquid burst out of the cunt hole and I felt a wetness soak into the head of my prick.
"The burning-hot cunt juice ate into the flesh of my cock like acid. Or so I thought at the time. At any rate, the hot liquid triggered a reaction deep within the area of my genitals. The next thing I knew I was blasting out a hot, creamy fluid through the eye of my cockhead. The cream felt molten against my flesh. And Glair must have thought it was unbearably hot, too. Her smooth young face seemed to crumble, her lips twisted as she mouthed silent obscenities.
"Finally, as my prick grew limp, and her cunt lips slid together, we returned to normalcy. Clair was elated. "Wasn't it great?" She laughed, excitedly. "And that wasn't even a fuck. All I did was rub your prick hard against my outer cunt. But the next time, I'm going to put it in. Then you won't even be able to stand it." She made an obscene grimace with her face and ran her tongue over her lips in a lewd way.
"After it was all over, I felt depressed. It was great fun while Clair was jacking herself off against my cock. But after I blew out the cream, mom's warnings about sex came flooding back into my head, and I felt guilty as hell. "We better not do it anymore," I said, shamefacedly. "It's bad. Mom will find out."
"Horseshit!" Clair exclaimed. "I'm going to fuck you tomorrow, and don't try and chicken out of it!"
"I could hardly sleep all night for worry, and fear of the consequences. But the next morning I awoke with a good bone on, and was filled with mixed feelings again. I wanted to, and yet I was afraid. If Clair wasn't a strong and independent person I'd have never gone through with it. Now that I knew what it felt like to rub my cockhead over the outer cunt, I was burning with curiosity to feel the entire prick deep down inside the cunt. But I was terrified, and right up to the last minute tried to chicken out.
"Mom had a fifty-acre spread, so there were many places to select for our fuck. Clair assured me that she had found a very secluded spot where no one would catch us. And once we were out in the back spread, my fears dropped away for a while. It was really peaceful. There were plenty of trees and bushes, a small stream, and not another human being around for many miles.
"Clair was feeling real kittenish, and by the time we got there I already had a good-size bone on. We lost no time in disrobing. The day was warm, and the fresh breezes felt delicious as they washed our naked bodies. Clair's nude body was brick-shithouse solid. At fifteen, Clair's naked body epitomized everything that was perfect in the female form. Her purplish, spear-shaped nipples were erected about the same angle as my prick. And now I could gaze raptly at her cunt without the distorted vision of fear. It was a beautiful cunt. The lips were parted again. And much to my mystification there was, at the top of the thing, a shiny hard sliver of bony flesh. Later I learned that I was looking at her clitoris, and that I was supposed to suck it. But then, I gazed at it as though it was another part of a great work of art.
"Clair seemed fascinated by my naked body, too. I was a skinny kid with a hollow chest and spindly legs. Everything about me seemed kid-dish and immature, with one exception: my genitals. I had more hairs curling up around my cock and belly than a grown man. And, even at thirteen, I was hung like a stallion. It excited me to see the way Clair reacted to the sight of my prick and my naked body. Then she made a very strange request.
"Turn around," she said. Her voice was so low, I could hardly hear her. And when I did turn around, she stared for the longest time at the cheeks of my ass. She felt them with her hands, examined them, inserted fingers into my asshole, and in general appeared to be making a very thorough appraisal of the seater flesh. That was the first indication that I received that Clair was already addicted to anal sex.
"But before she could further explain her anal ways, voices drifted over to us and we both dropped into the deep grass. The voices became louder, and I was really afraid that my heart was going to burst right through my chest. I wouldn't have reacted so violently if I hadn't recognized one of the voices. It belonged to my mother. "Mom!" I whispered agitatedly to Clair. "She'll find us here without any clothes on."
"Clair smiled. "If she does find us, she won't say a thing. Look!" she ordered. "Look across to the other side of the stream."
"Fearfully, I raised up my head. There wasn't any doubt about it. Mom was standing on the other side of the stream. But she wasn't alone. I recognized her companion as one of the new field-hands she'd hired the previous week. He was a big burly fellow with plenty of muscle and plenty of cock. I could determine the dimensions of his prick because he had just shed his clothes. And so did mom. My eyes bugged out. This was the first time in my entire life that I'd ever seen my own mother in the nude. She had always been so strict about displaying nudity.
"I don't understand," I whispered over to Clair.
"Clair smirked. "It's not hard to understand," she replied. "It's the old story of "do as I say but not as I do." In short, mom loves her fucks on the side. But she doesn't want us to get any because someone might find out and spoil her precious reputation."
"I still couldn't associate mom with fornication. "What are they going to do?" I wondered aloud.
"Fuck!" Clair replied with emphasis. "Have themselves a fuck!"
"Clair was right, but only partly. They were going to fuck, but mom had a few special tastes that had to be satisfied. One of these tastes centered in the pit of her asshole. "That's where all the action is," she told her field-hand boyfriend, who resembled a huge hairy orangutan.
"The orangutan grunted. He was as close to the animal level that a human being could descend to. He uttered a grunt of readiness to perform anal sex. The abnormality of the act, or even the certain amount of creativity, didn't faze him at all. All that mattered was the blow-off. He was one of those hot-nutted drifters who can't get enough and are always ready for sex anytime, anyplace, and with any hole available. Whether he punked a cunt, asshole, or mouth was of no moment. Any cavity was good enough as long as it provided enough friction for him to erupt. He was even lower than an animal.
"Perhaps that was why mom was fascinated with him. She was so busy playing the social lady of utter correctness that when she craved a fuck, it had to be off an animalistic type of moron—-her complete opposite.
"But her complete opposite had to be guided every step of the way. "You want me to punk your asshole, or suck it, or what?" he asked my mom. "I don't get too many calls for screwing the rear end."
"Mom's ass wasn't a particularly large one. The cheeks curved, but they weren't no bigger than Clair's. But when she spread the cheeks apart, mom revealed a large-size asshole which probably explained her preference for anal sex. The rear-end hole could accommodate any-size prick. There was a thick growth of hair around the anus, and that seemed to excite the orangutan. He was matted with hair all over, and the sight of hair on a woman's body must have turned him on, too.
"Mom piled her clothes up and plopped down on top of them, with her ass-end up. Tongue my asshole," she told her lover. "Then, when I'm ready, drill your tool into it until you coat it with a hot layer of prick dew."
"This request didn't faze the subanimal at all. He dropped to his knees and bent his head over the cheeks of my mother's ass. He said gruffly, "Hope you didn't wash down here. I like to smell a real woman, and not a bunch of smells you buy out of a store."
"This remark excited mom. I could see it in her eyes and face. She really craved an animal fuck. And she knew how to deal with an animal like the orangutan. "Don't worry lover. Suck," she called to the man. "What you smell down there is me. I didn't wash or perfume my ass. It's all yours, just the way nature made it."
"Ahhh," the man sniffed, and lust gave his sluggish, heavy features a spirited and lively look. He pressed his face against the ass flesh, and finally into it with his needlelike tongue.
"As the orangutan's tongue dipped deeply into mom's anal tube, her facial muscles tore back her mouth and she emitted the weirdest sound I had ever heard—like a she-wolf in heat baying for a fuck during the full moon. Anal sex was her meat. Of that fact there could be no doubt.
"But the sight of the man's tongue up mom's ass affected Clair in a very strange way. She began to moan softly, as though her ass was being treated with a tongue, too. She reached back and started to finger her asshole. "Suck, suck, suck!" she kept whispering to herself. And then I realized that she was actually directing her communications to me. "Suck my ass," she whispered. And when I remained still and petrified-looking, she kept insisting in a harsh voice, "Suck my ass, goddammit. Don't be such a sissy faggot. Suck your sister's ass!"
"I was staggered by Clair's impugning of my virility. I wasn't a sissy faggot, and I was going to prove it to her. She'd regret ever having called me such names. Her objective, of course, was to make me angry enough to lap her ass. But I was too young and too hurt at the time to realize that fact. For pointers, I took a good, hard look at the hairy field-hand sucking mom's ass, then I slid back and dropped my face onto Clair's ass cheeks. "Darling," she whispered to me over her shoulder. *You really are a man. Suck your sister's ass. Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen to you. You'll love it. You'll see."
"At the time, I didn't get much of a charge out of sticking my tongue into my sister's ass. My technique was probably at fault. On the other hand, mom's lover seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the opportunity of wiping a female ass with his tongue. That's exactly what he was doing; his tongue ran up and down the space between the cheeks. And that's what he would continue to do if mom didn't reach back and guide him into progressively more exciting activities. The man had absolutely no imagination or initiative of his own.
"Probably, I had a native-born talent for anal sex, but I felt I was far more inventive than mom's ass lover. I, too, ran my tongue up and down the cleavage between my sister's ass cheeks. But it didn't take me very long to locate the bud in the center of the valley. And I just naturally knew that I was supposed to penetrate the tiny hole with the tip of my tongue. There wasn't any hair around the asshole, and I could see it very plainly. The hole was smaller than the eye of a needle. How I was ever supposed to push my prick into that hole didn't trouble me at the time. I was too busy working my tongue. But I did think of mom. If a woman's asshole was no bigger than a dot made by a pencil, how was the orangutan going to shove his animalistic tool through the minute opening?
"I pulled my face out of my sister's ass to see what was going on across the stream. The laborer had also snapped his head out of mom's ass and, under her direction, was assuming a position on his knees in preparation for the fuck. Mom remained on her stomach. The orangutan knelt with one knee between her legs, the other knee outside her left leg. Then he pulled her cheeks apart and guided his battering ram toward her anal opening. On his hands and knees, he resembled a huge, shaggy-skinned musk-ox. In brief, he did not present a very lovely sight. But it was probably this contrast that excited mom. It seemed to excite Glair, too. She couldn't take her eyes off the sight of beauty and the beast. "Lovely," she murmured. "Mom's all right. I understand her so much better now." And she winced. "The big bugger is going to hurt her. His prick is much too enormous for her asshole."
"It certainly looked that way. But mom never lost her cool. Both Clair and I had forgotten the way the animal had lapped the anal opening. We got a clue from the rivulets of saliva that ran down the chin and chest of the naked, hairy man. Still, when the head of his prick zoomed in for the strike, mom's head twisted way back, and she loosed a scream that wafted over the tree-tops and over the fields for a very long distance. But the hairy man wasn't concerned with mom's anguish. All he wanted was a hole in which to rub his prick. He arched his hips back again and let go with an even more furious assault on the hole. Mom grabbed hold of a handful of the tall grass with both hands and clung tenaciously to these anchors. Her shrill, high-pitched screams reverberated across the valley.
"But as mom's screaming grew more anguished, more desperate, and more chilling, Clair grew more excited. "That's what I want done to me," she hissed. "A fuck inside my tight asshole. You can't beat it for kicks."
"But it'll hurt you," I protested. "Listen to mom," I urged.
"Clair looked at me in a pitying way. "You're still young and have got much to learn. For your information, mom is loving every thrust of that prick. When the beast finally batters through the opening and fills her hole with nothing but solid cock meat, she'll be able to blow from the sheer joy. That's what a bum fuck does to a woman who is sensitive in that region."
"Are you sure you're like that, too?" I asked.
"Positive," came the reply. "Now, I know I inherited the kind of ass I've got from mom. And if I have a daughter after I'm married, she'll probably have the same kind of asshole. It runs in our family. All the women have especially sensitive rear holes. And all of us love to have them rammed with cocks of solid bone."
"A surging increase in the intensity and pitch of mom's screams told us that her asshole lover had succeeded in bursting away all obstacles and had penetrated the opening. With the cock pole sliding down into the anus, his body was now lying flat atop mom's back. But only for a moment. Then, bracing himself, he carefully pulled back until three-quarters of the bone was lifted out of the hole. Then, with another grunt, he slammed the entire weapon back into the cavity. And thus, the asshole fuck commenced. And ended. It only took a few strokes of the in-and-out movement for the animal to shoot his wad. The friction between the cock shaft and the anal walls had to be unusually great. The next thing that Clair and I knew, cock cream was spattered all over mom's ass, and plenty of the rich fluid had splashed back onto the rear-end lover.
"Then-mom took him into her arms. "Thank you, darling," she cooed like a schoolgirl. "You're terrific. I'll give you a job where you don't have to work too hard. I want you to save yourself for momma's asshole."
"The orangutan grunted something to the effect that he was fucking several other women, too. But he was smart enough to protect his job by saying, "I'll always have enough cream to fill your asshole with, baby."
"Mom looked so gratified that she kissed him hard on the mouth. "Keep that up and you make me get another bone on," mom's lover said.
"What a man!" mom gushed. "But you'll have to save it for later. Tonight. Right now, I've got to get back to the farmhouse. There's some chores I want to give my kids. In fact, I'm wondering where they are right now."
"That last remark saved me from trying to punk Clair's asshole at that time. We dressed quickly and returned to the house before mom got back from the field where she had had her asshole reamed out.
"But eventually, Clair and I did get the chance to fuck asshole style. And I took care of her ass until mom sent her away to a girls' school. And later, she sent me to an agricultural school. As adults, we continued to keep in touch. And when my niece Kitty was old enough, Clair sent her to the farm for a visit each summer.
"And now that my niece was thirteen, I remembered what Clair had told me about the women in our family: they were all addicted to anal sex. Now, I realized that the only fucking I had ever really enjoyed had taken place many years ago as a boy with my sister Clair. Now, the opportunity was being given to me to regain that rapture with the naked body of my young niece Kitty. And despite my wife, I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip through my fingers.
"The opportunity came sooner than I had expected. My wife came down with one of her periodic sick spells, and I gave her a sleeping pill to make certain she wouldn't awaken during the night. Then, taking the bull by the horns, I walked boldly into Kitty's bedroom. I was wearing my pajamas, and the girl was sitting up in bed reading. She too, was wearing pajamas. My pajama fly was open, and the kid could very clearly see my cock. Kitty seemed to know the purpose of my nocturnal visit. She smiled invitingly at the sight of my penis. "That looks a lot better than my dildoe," she said as she ran her tongue over her lips.
"When I walked over to the side of the bed, Kitty boldly reached over and took hold of the cock. It felt as though a molten piece of lead had dropped suddenly onto the flesh. I couldn't take my eyes off Kitty's face as she watched with utter fascination as my cock slid out into a rigid and vividly colored exposure. "Look at the head on it," she breathed to herself. Her fingertips crept up the shaft meat and enfolded the cock head like so many tentacles. "It's so rapturous," she purred. "To be fucked by the same prick that fucked my mother."
"I stared down at her wide-eyed. "You know?"
"Everything," she smiled. "Mom told me everything. And I think it was so groovy, Uncle Walter. You and mom are so with it."
"That was many years ago," I reminded her. "Since then, I've almost forgotten what it's like to screw a receptive woman."
"Poor dear," Kitty said without taking her eyes off my cock head that was now glistening with the sheen of some rich tapestry. "Mother told me all about your wife who won't fuck you. How uncool of her." She opened her mouth real wide and shoved the entire cock head inside.
"I'm a very frustrated man," I continued in a bid for her sympathy. It thrilled me to the marrow of my bones to look down and watch the pretty-faced young girl with her shapely mouth impaled by my huge cock shaft. Slowly I began to move my hips back and forth in a slow but steady copulatory action.
"After a few minutes, Kitty pulled her mouth off my prick to survey the results of her attack. The results were obvious. Both the head and shaft had increased in size, and both looked as though they had been splashed with red paint. My prick had been transformed from an anemic and useless appendage to a lustful weapon that was filled with all sorts of bold designs. And the first design was to insert it in the most appropriate hole in Kitty's body. But was the most proper orifice Kitty's mouth, cunt, or anus?
"To a sex kitten like Kitty, there was only one answer. She insisted that all three of her sex holes be plugged with my prick, "But I can only come once," I protested. "I can't fuck you in more than one place."
"Never say can't, Uncle Walter," Kitty said, reprovingly. "Maybe that's why auntie won't have anything to do with your cock. You're too negative from the very beginning. You can do anything if you set your mind to it."
"I tried to reason with her. "But darling, you don't understand the way a grown man is built. One blow of his wad and he's had it for at least a day. Some men I know can't do it more than once a week. A lot can't raise a bone on more than once a month."
"Kitty kept running the tip of her tongue over the cock head. "What's your capacity?" she asked without looking up.
"I really don't know anymore," I had to admit. "I haven't had a fuck for over a year. Besides, I usually have trouble raising a hard on with your aunt. She just doesn't have it."
"Kitty's tongue found its way under the head and down the cock shaft. "What about me, Uncle Walter? Do I turn you on?"
"I took hold of her face and shoved my cock hard into her mouth. I shoved so hard I thought she might choke. But the spunky girl took every inch of the prick and sucked on it like a little trouper. And suddenly, the years melted away, and I was a kid again; a boy who was alone with his sister Clair. The lustful memories came flooding back. Clair used to tongue me all over. But when it came to the fuck, there was one place she had to have it first: the asshole.
"Honey, you turn me on and up," I replied to Kitty's question. "And you make me remember your mother, and the way I used to give it to her."
"In the asshole," Kitty said. "And that'll just suit me fine."
"I pinched the head of my cock. "Will this fit in?" I asked.
"No," Kitty said, "that head would split me in two. There's only one way you can give it to me back there."
"Name it," I said, and dropped my pajamas. "I'll do anything you say."
"Keep your powder dry a minute," Kitty said, leaping out of bed. She rummaged through a dresser drawer and finally found the dildoe.
"I examined the artificial prick with a puzzled look. "But this head is almost as big as the one I've got," I said.
"Kitty didn't reply but kept rummaging through the dresser. Finally she located the attachment for the dildoe. It was a substitute head that came to a tapering point. She explained. "I just replace the knob head with the pointed head. And the pointed one will fit into my asshole without any problem." She handed it to me. "I'll show you how to put it on."
"The dildoe was hollow and fit snugly over my own cock. And with the tapering head I had no trouble in throwing an asshole fuck into Kitty. And I used the same position that the orangutan character had used to screw my mother. Kitty remained flat on her stomach while I straddled her from the rear. Then I pounded Kitty's asshole so fast and furiously that we kept bouncing up and down on the mattress as though we were fucking on a trampoline. Finally, the excitement and the friction blew my nuts. The excitement and also the friction between Kitty's clitoris and the mattress blew her cunt. I had never known my cock to pump out more cream. And Kitty was ecstatic with happiness.
"Yes, my wife left me. But my niece and I are very happy living together. We both love anal sex, and that love surmounts all problems caused by a difference in age or family relationship."