Chapter 6
As Chris and Carol Hardy gave the Robinson family a walking tour of the island, Polly whispered to her twin sister, "Mom didn't look tired. I wonder why she wanted to stay behind at the house."
"Don't be a ninny," thirteen-year-old Robin said. "She and Uncle Ben wanted to be alone together."
"Oh, to talk over old times, I suppose."
Robin grinned. 'To fuck over old times, you mean. I'll bet he's got his peter in her pussy right now."
"Gee, do you really think so?"
Robin nodded. "I wish we could sneak back and watch them."
There was little chance of that. They were well on their way. Chris kept up a running monolog about the features of the island, but it was obvious part of his mind was on other things-Nina Robinson's breasts, for two of them. He couldn't seem to take his eyes from the jiggling mounds as they walked along. Nina was well pleased with the attention, but it was obvious Carol Hardy wasn't.
She dropped back beside Dr. John Robinson. "Uncle John, could I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
She glanced around. "I meant alone."
"Of course. But you know the island better than I do. Tell me where."
She took his arm. "Over here," she said, leading the way to the shoreline where a tiny outcropping of rock jutted. "I know a special place."
"Hey, where are you two going?" Chris called.
"I'm going to show Uncle John a cave over here," Carol called back. "You go on ahead. We'll catch up."
"Oh, goody," the twins chorused. "A cave."
"Go along with the others," their father said. "You can see all the caves you want later. Your cousin and I want to be alone."
When the twins smirked, John realized what they were thinking. Not that having intercourse with Carol was a bad idea-he'd entertained the idea all along. Now, seeing her in the skimpy bikini, he was not surprised to renew the thoughts. It even occurred to him now that perhaps that was why Carol wanted to see him alone-to seduce him in the cave overlooking the water.
She led him down to the shore, where waves gently lapped at rocks. "Be careful," she warned, 'some of these rocks are slippery."
He nodded and followed her as she crouched and bent to keep her balance on the wet rocks. When she bent, her brief bathing suit stretched tight over her buttocks, outlining them and the crack running the length of the gently curved flesh. Watching her youthful body twist agilely in front of him, John began to look forward with increasing eagerness to the impending sexual encounter.
To their right rose the jutting mount of rock, in the front of which he could now see the entrance to a small cave. A few more steps brought them to it, and they went inside. It faced the Gulf and it was about the size of a small bedroom, a hollowed-out portion of the cliff worn away by erosion.
"Very cozy," John said, looking around.
She nodded. "Sometimes Chris and I come here to-" She paused and blushed.
"To have intercourse," John said. It was a statement, not a question.
"Or just to sit and talk," she said.
"Is that what you want to do now-sit and talk?"
"Of course," she said, giving him a puzzled look. "What-" Understanding dawned on her pretty face, and she blushed again. "You thought-"
It was his turn to nod. "I was hoping that was the reason, Carol. You're a very beautiful young girl."
It was a sincere compliment, but the girl frowned. "With a flat chest," she said bitterly.
John laughed. "I'd hardly call you flat-chested."
"Did you see the way my brother Chris was looking at your daughter's breasts? They come out to here. I know what was on his mind. He'll never like mine again because they're so small."
"Of course he will," her uncle assured her. "People are built differently. I've had men on my psychiatrist's couch worried about the size of their penis-until I convinced them it's not so much what you've got as what you do with what you've got. It's funny because some of these men have bigger ones than me."
A curve of smile appeared on Carol's face at that. "I'll bet you have a very nice one."
"And I'll bet you have very nice breasts," he said. "May I see them?"
She hesitated only slightly, not out of embarrassment at disrobing, but out of showing off her slight chest. Then she unsnapped the bikini halter, shrugged it off, and stood naked to the waist for his inspection.
Dr. John Robinson felt a familiar ache in his loins at the sight of this lovely slim girl standing before him clad only in the briefest of bikini bottoms, exposing her youthful charms.
"Lovely," he breathed. "You're lovely, Carol."
He moved in close to her and palmed her breasts. She sighed and shivered. Her nipples rose swiftly against his hands.
"There are many men," he said, "who think that more than two handfuls is wasted anyway. You have enough here to satisfy any man."
It was true, which made it all the easier to say. Carol didn't have the breasts of a Rose or a Nina Robinson, but she didn't need them. His wife and daughter were built differently, heavier, and he explained this to his sixteen-year-old blonde niece.
"You're not just telling this to me to make me feel good?" she asked him.
"Definitely not. Your body turns me on, Carol. Can you imagine what I'd like to do to you right now?"
She laughed. "I don't need much imagination," she said, as her eyes moved over the front of his pants.
He took her hand and placed it over the erection pushing out his trousers. "Now you need even less imagination," he said.
Her hand lingered on the bulge in his pants. She caught her breath and gently squeezed and massaged the bundle.
"Mmmmm, your hand feels nice," he said sincerely.
He bent his head, pressed his lips over her nipples, and sucked, moving from one to the other until they were up stiff. At the same time, he placed his hands over her rounded buttocks and palmed the flesh avidly.
She shuddered. "Oh, Uncle John, I wish we could screw right now. I'd love to feel your prick up my pussy," she admitted. "Then let's."
"But the others-"
"We told them to go on ahead. Don't worry, they won't come back. Besides, I'd rather have a tour of your lovely young body any day."
Carol smiled because she knew her uncle truly meant what he said. She could tell that her body and the closeness of her affected him because of the way his prick was throbbing under her hand and the eager way he'd palmed and was kissing her breasts and nipples. She shivered as tremors of pleasure shot through her. She'd been nervous at first talking to him because he was practically a stranger, despite the fact that he was her uncle. But he'd quickly dispelled her nervousness with his calmness, his sureness in the way he talked to her, the way he touched and kissed her.
"There's an old air mattress back here," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the rear of the cave, where the walls sloped. "My brother Chris and I lay there sometimes."
He followed her, feeling very excited being with this sixteen-year-old blonde whose body was, for the moment, unfamiliar to him. He stood over her as she lay on her back on the air mattress and wiggled out of her bikini bottoms. His eyes riveted to the area of her crotch, where wispy strands of light, downy pubic hair gathered, pointing the way to her vaginal lips which seemed to pucker invitingly to him.
Carol felt a warm thrill pervade her as she saw the look on her uncle's face. It was obvious he wanted to screw her. She could tell not only by his face but by the prick forcing out the cloth in front of his trousers.
"You look good enough to eat," he told her.
She smiled at that. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
He grinned and quickly shucked off his clothing. Naked, he lay on the mattress with her, pulled her close and mashed his lips against hers, sticking his tongue into her mouth with short, rapid thrusting movements. His palm slid over her heaving belly and came to rest upon her warm crotch, which he rubbed for a moment. She moaned and thrust her own tongue into his mouth and lifted her hips to present her pubic area to him. With his free hand he rubbed her breasts and rolled the nipple between his fingers knowing the value of foreplay, he slid his middle finger up along her vaginal lips until he encountered her clitoris, which he massaged so expertly he soon had the young girl moaning almost deliriously.
"Don't be bashful, Carol," he murmured against her mouth. "Play with my penis. Go on."
Carol was dismayed she'd been so overcome with excitement at the unfamiliar but knowing hands on her body that she'd been neglecting her duties. Her hands quickly shot between them. With the palm of one hand she took his tightening balls and gently squeezed them. With her other hand she stroked his stiff prick pressing in against her. "You feel good enough to eat, too, Uncle John," she said.
He laughed. "It's a wonderful day for a picnic. Let's have lunch."
He kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her throat. He slid down along her writhing body, kissing her shoulders, the slopes of her breasts, tonguing and mouthing the nipples with enthusiasm before moving down along her hot, undulating belly, where he twirled his tongue for a moment before twisting about on the mattress so he could continue his journey downward.
Uncle John's new position brought his prick and balls right under her nose, literally. She wondered with amusement if different men's pricks tasted differently, if maybe they came in different flavors like ice cream cones. Certainly she could tell her brother Chris' from her father's, even in total darkness. There was something not only of the texture and oiliness of the skin, but the odors as well.
She moved her head in close between his legs and smelled her Uncle John's genitals. The musky odor filled her nostrils and made her all the more excited. She felt an additional surge of excitement when he blew his hot breath on her pussy. It inspired her to reach out, resting her cheek on his thigh, and touch and fondle his prick and balls with her hands and rub it against her cheek. His moan of pleasure told her how much he liked that.
He lifted his head from her for a moment and said, "Rub the end of my penis on your nipples."
His request surprised her. She'd never done anything like that before, but she was eager to give it a try. She twisted her body slightly to get into position, then she took his prick firmly in her fingers and guided it so the very tip of it grazed her erect nipples. Her breasts ached deliciously as contact came. She teased first one nipple and then another, leaving a sticky residue on the very tip of each. For so simple an act, it seemed an incredibly sexy thing to do, and she found herself getting built up very swiftly.
She nearly screamed her delight as her uncle's lips came into direct contact with her pussy, as he alternately blew and sucked the opening, as his educated tongue worked its expert way across her throbbing clit and deep inside her with slow, deliberate, and intensely exciting rhythms.
She moaned, "Oh, Uncle John, don't stop. Suck my pussy for me. I love it."
Eagerly she bent her own head to his crotch and, holding his stiff throbbing penis in one hand, stuck out her tongue and swirled the tip of it all around the head of his prick, collecting tiny dew droplets of seminal moisture which had gathered there. She'd had lots of practice sucking the pricks of her father and her brother, and she wanted this new wonderful male relative of hers to know how much she appreciated him.
From his reactions, it was obvious she was succeeding. As she teased him with her tongue, his body thrashed beside her, and his own mouth and tongue laved her hot pussy furiously, moving beyond her vaginal lips and over the clitoris and all over the insides of her crotch.
Carol tried to keep calm, but it was clearly not possible. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed the entire shaft of his throbbing, swollen prick, clamping her lips tightly about it as she worked her head up and down over it.
She lacks finesse, John thought, but she certainly makes up for it in enthusiasm!
He held the girl's squirming sweating legs as he centered his head over her crotch and kissed the area between her legs, extending his tongue to lick the perimeter of her genitals and all over the insides of her thighs. Her steaming passion was evident from the musky odor of her vagina in heat as she squirmed passionately under him. He planted wet, deliberate kisses directly on her vulva, pressed his lips tightly to the opening of her vagina and alternately blew and sucked until she was moaning and nearly out of her mind with sensual delirium. He expertly inserted his tongue between the folds of her vaginal lips and drew it upward until the tip of it touched her quivering clitoris, which he laved with whirling strokes so that it grew more and more swollen with passion.
Carol was the first new woman he'd had in many years, and her young love-filled body was affecting John strongly. He felt his penis rise throbbing into her hot, eager mouth while her head bobbed up and down over his lap. His penis was up as hard and stiff as ever as he plunged it with swift, sure strokes into her eager mouth, withdrew it almost completely, until he could feel her teeth at the ridge surrounding the tip, then forced it past her tight lips once more. The hot-damp, musky smell of her vagina filled his nostrils, exciting him all the more.
The feel of her Uncle John's mouth on her pussy and the taste of his throbbing prick full in her mouth made Carol thrill to the contact. She enjoyed sixty-nining, but she also longed to feel this new, wonderful column of male flesh between her legs, imbedded deep in her pussy. She took his prick from her mouth and pressed it fervently against her cheek. She gasped, "Uncle John, screw me. I want you on top of me. Please."
Dr. John Robinson didn't answer-not with words, anyway. He pressed his palm against her hot crotch, with the middle finger working rhythmically over her clitoris, even as he twisted around on the air mattress to get into position. She spread her legs wide in welcome, and he went between them, lowering himself so his penis tip would touch the area where his finger was.
Eagerly, his niece reached between them, seized his stiff, throbbing prick and rubbed the end of it against her wet pussy. Entry was simple by this time. She eased it in, moaned, and clamped her legs tightly about his back as he let his passion-swollen prick glide into her all the way. She clutched his back and began rocking back and forth and murmuring softly, "Oh, that's it, screw me, screw me, screw me."
John smiled. Once the young blonde got turned on, she kept being turned on. Of course, he had to admit that, despite his attempt at outward calm, he was as sexually stimulated as he ever was. The sixteen-year-old's vagina was quite tight, and it gripped him firmly as he thrust his erect penis in and out between her legs. At the same time, he managed to twist his head from one side to the other, kissing her slim breasts, sucking the nipples, one after the other, licking the stiff brownish flesh which she tried to thrust into his mouth.
Carol had been close to orgasm for some time. Now she didn't try to hold back. She abandoned herself completely to the hot juices coursing through her twisting female body. Each time her uncle's prick pushed the hood of her clit one way or the other it brought her a degree closer to the peak of her passion. "I-I'm coming!" she gasped, clutching him with her arms and her legs and her entire body.
John realized this without her telling him. All the signs pointed to it-the beating of her heart, the ways she breathed with difficulty, the sheen of perspiration that made her body glisten. He was very close himself. He could feel it welling deep within him, building up, getting ready to burst through his throbbing sex organ into her lovely female body. Suddenly, she released him, moaned long and low. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and kicked the air behind him with her legs until she was through.
He followed closely, gripping her buttocks with both hands, fingers digging into her slim flesh, while his mouth sucked greedily at her nipples. He plunged fast and rhythmically into her, not stopping even when he had expended his last spurting burst of seminal fluid against her vagina walls. Then he slowed his pace and transferred his lips to her mouth, where he worked his tongue gently past her lips while he murmured, "You've not only got a lovely body, Carol, but you know how to use it. I've never had a better time."
She smiled and returned his tongue-kiss. "You're pretty wonderful yourself, Uncle John," she told him sincerely. "I'm going to like having you stay here with us for a while."
"The feeling is mutual," he told her, meaning it.
After a while, he withdrew from her. They got to their feet and dressed. "The others will be wondering what happened to us," she said.
"I don't think they'll wonder. They'll know. And my son Alec will be envious that his old man got to you first."
Alec, Carol Hardy thought. Despite his long hair, he didn't look like a sissy. If he was half as good as his father, he'd be all right. Then, of course, there was always Uncle John to turn back to.
As they made their way out of the cave, the sixteen-year-old slim blonde smiled warmly. It looked like it was going to be a long, hot, sexy summer.