Chapter 3
Jeff tied the bathrobe's cord around his waist and hurried to answer the door. It would have been better if he had had a chance to clean up a little, but maybe it wouldn't matter. He would take the package without letting the delivery boy into the house at all.
Jeff opened the door a crack and was surprised to see a familiar face smiling at him. He strained his memory for a second and then realized that it was a relative, his uncle Larry, who must have shown up early for the wedding.
"Uncle Larry!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here so early? You weren't supposed to show up for two weeks."
"Well, don't hold it against me," Larry replied cheerfully. "I was in town and decided to visit. I've got to leave again tomorrow morning."
"Come on in," Jeff answered nervously.
Larry followed his nephew into the living room while Jeff tried frantically to control his nervousness and collect his thoughts. He barely remembered his uncle, who lived well over a hundred miles away. In his estimation, it was their first meeting in over five years.
He recalled that Uncle Larry was a bachelor, a businessman who had done well financially, but for some reason or other was also considered the black sheep of the family. He could remember his parents alluding mysteriously to the man's sinful ways. But for the present he was far more worried about his own privacy.
"This place smells like a French whorehouse," Larry exclaimed, as he sat down on the couch. "What the hell, do you have a girl here or something?"
"No, you must be kidding," Jeff answered as calmly as he could. "It's only me and Linda here."
"I forgot all about her," Larry replied, slapping his forehead. "Tell her to come in and say hello."
Jeff leaped to his feet, glad to get out of the room for a few seconds. That would give him a chance to get dressed properly and to warn Linda that she would have to be cool. Larry was an older man, but he seemed to be awfully sharp about things.
As he opened the door to the bedroom, he saw that Linda was still lying nervously on the bed. Her reaction to the overheard interruption was too panic totally, to the point of paralysis. Then Jeff looked over his shoulder and saw that Larry was standing right behind him, looking interestedly at Linda's naked body.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Larry asked. "I didn't expect you kids to be like this in the middle of the day."
"We weren't doing anything," Jeff answered quickly. "Linda was taking a nap that's all."
"Yes, Uncle Larry," Linda concurred. "I was cleaning the house and it was so hot that I just took off all my clothing and lay down for a rest."
"Look kids," Larry interjected. "You don't have to tell me any stories. Your uncle has been around a little. I also know how to keep a secret."
It took quite a while for Uncle Larry to convince his niece and nephew that they had nothing to fear from him. He told them that he was a bachelor, that he had been around and in a lot of freaky scenes. If they were making it with each other that was fine with him.
"Do you really mean that?" Jeff asked.
"Of course," Larry answered. "What the hell, I'll bet that sister of mine makes it pretty hard for you to go out with other kids. It's only natural."
The conversation continued in this vein, until the children were convinced of their uncle's sincerity and friendliness. Soon they were able to talk to him freely, to unburden themselves of all the complaints they had stored up against their strict and unforgiving parents.
Uncle Larry soon began to dominate the conversation. He told them all about his own sexual experiences, stories that seemed a little way out. But he spoke with such casualness and conviction that he soon had the two impressionable children on the edge of their seats.
He told them a story about how he had once spent an afternoon with his cousin Ruth, who was their second cousin. It seemed that they had been left alone as children, in the midst of a family gathering that both had wanted to avoid. It was rather similar to Jeff's situation.
He and Ruth had been encouraged to take a walk in a nearby park, after they had made pests of themselves. They had hated one another at first, but later came to realize that they would be smarter to work together. They had plenty in common, not least of which was their hatred of and sense of exploitation by their elders.
Then they had begun to talk about sex. Larry was thirteen at the time, and his cousin a year or two younger. Neither had too much experience and they decided that they might as well get something out of the afternoon. It was a way of getting even with their parents.
They went into a shaded grove in the park and played a game of strip poker, without the benefit of a deck of cards. It had started out innocently enough, but then they had got into it for real. It turned out that Ruth was as hot to trot as her older cousin.
Larry had reached out and begun to caress the tits of his little cousin. Jeff could hardly believe that such things could have happened between his relatives. Older people just didn't exist in sexual terms in his mind and he could barely comprehend that they had ever been young and sexually passionate like himself.
In any case, he listened carefully while Larry recounted his bawdy tale. Uncle Larry certainly knew how to tell a story and made no effort to avoid embellishing his tale with all sorts of interesting details.
He had told them how he and Ruth had started to kiss and how he had then reached out with his hands to fondle her budding tits. She wouldn't let him get too far at first, but soon he was able to get to her. After that, it was she who was the moving force behind their actions.
Once Larry had gotten her hot, Ruth wasted little time in beginning her exploration of his genitals. She took his limp prick in her soft hands and massaged it gently, drawing the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the head. Soon Larry was in a full state of erection.
He told Ruth to kiss his weapon and the girl was quick to comply with his wishes. She took it in her hand and started to run her lips and tongue over the taut skin of the surface. Larry was soon hard as a rock, grabbing Ruth by the hair and forcing his thing into her mouth.
After that, things went from good to better to best. Ruth bit him a lot at first but soon learned to regulate her strokes. He looked down and was delighted to see the way she looked with her lips stretched out from the effort needed to swallow his enormous rod.
She began to take in more and more of his cock, until it was halfway buried in her clinging mouth. Larry just sat there like a statue at first, enjoying himself too much even to move. He knew that he would come soon, fill that sweet mouth with come. It was the first time he had ever done anything but masturbate.
Then he found his prick beginning to move of its own volition.. He rocked back and forth, forcing his prick ever deeper into his cousin's mouth. She strained with the effort and had a hard time breathing but had no intention of stopping until she had weathered his orgasm.
It took the thirteen-year-old boy but a few more minutes to shoot his load. He put his rod in one last time" and then felt it .beginning to explode. He held his cousin by the hair, determined that she would swallow every last drop of his hot bubbling come.
Ruth tried to please her young lover but was unable to do so. She made a mighty effort to get the stuff down, but it soon proved to be too much for her. She had to spit out the huge organ and take the rest of his shot all over her pretty face.
"That was really something," Larry laughed. "You should have seen her sitting there on the grass with my come splattered all over her. She was really confused."
By the end of the story, Larry had convinced Jeff and Linda that they had nothing to fear from him. He went on with a further recounting of his experiences, noting how he was getting the two youngsters worked up. Yes, he was going to have a good time with these two.
"I've been telling all about my experiences," he concluded. "Why don't you kids take over? I'll bet you've got some stories that could make my old hair curl."
"Oh, I don't know," Jeff equivocated. "We never do anything special, just go to school and all that."
"Well, it seems to me," Larry interjected, "that you kids must have been in the middle of something when I first got here. Why not let me in on the fun."
Linda turned to her brother as if to ask his advice. She had enjoyed listening to Uncle Larry and had found him a rather attractive man. It made sense to her that they get more deeply involved with the experienced witty man. But she was afraid to suggest it aloud.
"I guess I shouldn't try to hide it from you," Jeff said to his uncle. "I mean, me and Linda were kind of, you know, playing around with each other."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with that," Larry answered cheerfully. "Damn shame for the two of you to be stuck in the house on a day like this. My only question is what I'm supposed to do, sit here and watch you, or what?"
"Uncle Larry," Linda said timidly.
"It's about time you had something to say for yourself, honey," Larry replied. "Come out with it."
"Well, I wouldn't mind if you joined us," she told him. "I mean we've been having a real good time together and maybe you could teach us to do it even better."
Jeff looked at his sister with surprise, thinking that she had grown quite bold in rather a short period of time. He had nothing against playing around with Uncle Larry, however. It was her decision. He smiled at his uncle and then told the man to come into the bedroom with them.
Once they arrived in the bedroom, there was a change in all three parties. Linda became rather quiet and passive and withdrawn, while her brother seemed to adopt a wait and see attitude. Uncle Larry, on the other hand, came entirely to life, becoming more cheerful and boisterous than ever.
He began to order the children around, telling them all the things he wanted to do and how they would be able to go about doing them. Jeff listened more or less carefully, but Linda was soon overcome by the flow of verbiage. She began to wish that the garrulous man would shut up for a minute and get down to more serious business.
The two siblings removed their bathrobes and stood naked before their middle-aged uncle. Larry realized that it was time to get out of his own clothing, even if it meant postponing the pleasure of staring at his lovely and surprisingly precocious young niece.
He stood up to his full height and slowly pulled his shirt and undershirt off his broad heavy torso. Linda looked at him with great interest, surprised and pleased that he was so strong and massive looking. He was completely different in physique from her brother, as well as in temperament.
Larry kicked off his shoes and then unfastened his belt. Soon his pants were down around his ankles and he was clad only in his under shorts. Linda found that she could not stop staring at the man. She had to see his cock, had to know if it was as strong and reassuring as the rest of his body.
Larry did not keep her waiting for long. He slipped the under shorts down off his body and stood before his niece and nephew, his huge prick dangling harmlessly from his loins. Jeff felt a momentary twinge of jealousy, for the old man was definitely better hung than he himself.
"Well, how do you like me, Linda?" Larry joked. "I'm old and battered but I'm not missing anything."
"I'll say," Linda replied. "I've never seen one so big in all my life."
"Don't be afraid of it," Larry told her. "Come on over here and make friends. It can't bite you."
Linda turned to her brother as if to ask his advice, but Jeff was having none of it. It wasn't his party any more, at least, not for the moment. Linda would have to make her own decisions about sex. He was her brother, he thought, but not her husband. He couldn't be responsible for everything.
Larry was delighted at his niece's shyness. He thought that she was a charming blend of woman and child, with her well-developed body contrasting nicely with her timid ways. He decided that it was up to him to make the first move before he frightened the pretty girl away.
Larry walked over to Linda and wrapped his thick right arm around her soft shoulders. He led her over to the bed and arranged their positions so that they were sitting side by side. He knew from long experience that one had to go slow with such a young and inexperienced girl.
Linda soon became quite relaxed about things. She was charmed and beguiled by her uncle, who was certainly the funniest and most sophisticated man she had ever met. Also, she was quite self-confident about sex, for she had satisfied Jeff and turned on this handsome man in the same afternoon. It was easy for her to maintain a good self-image.
"Go ahead," Larry told her, breaking the girl's pleasant reverie. "Touch it, don't be scared."
"She wasn't scared before," Jeff interjected. "Not when she was sucking my cock."
Linda stared at her brother with hatred, but actually she should have thanked him. His snide comment turned the trick for her, negating the last of her fears about working on the old man's prick.
"I'm still not scared," she maintained. "Just you sit there and don't bother us."
Jeff began to feel left out of things until his uncle flashed him a quick wink. It was a gesture meant to convey a sense of shared pleasure and anticipation. In other words, if Jeff were patient and understanding he would soon receive his reward, in the form of his sister's favors.
Linda reached her hand down and began to play with her uncle's prick. It was a large heavy tube, much darker in color than her brother's penis. She held it gently in one hand, still too timid to use her best strokes. Luckily, Uncle Larry was a patient man, willing to wait as long as he had to for his niece to take the big thing into her mouth.
Linda began to work with less self-consciousness. She let her fingers wander all over the big organ and thrilled to the way it would grow under her touch. Then she started to slip the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the head, something that had already turned on her brother earlier that afternoon before Larry's arrival.
Soon the huge scepter was in a state of semi-erection. It was still flexible but had already grown practically to its full length and thickness. Linda looked at it with surprise, wondering how she was going to get the enormous thing into her inexperienced little mouth.
"That's it," Jeff encouraged her. "You got him hard now. Put it into your mouth already."
This time Linda was not angry at her brother's interruption. She realized right off that he had her interests at heart, that he was excited about the whole thing as herself. Thereafter she was determined to consider his position, as a spectator as well as a participant.
Linda realized that the moment of truth was at hand. Larry was being wonderful to her, but she was coming on like a twelve-year-old cock-teaser. She would have to do it right away in order to maintain her self-respect.
The charming girl lowered her head and bent her supple body at the waist, in order to reach her target. It was not easy in the position she had chosen, but Larry did everything he could to make it comfortable for her, supporting her body with his arms and letting her lean against him.
Linda found that her position had changed so that she was almost attacking her uncle from the rear. All she had to do was lean forward and his cock would enter her mouth. She had to angle her body around his thick torso, but that turned out to be surprisingly easy to accomplish.
It was quite a strain for the innocent girl to get even the tip of her uncle's huge prick into her mouth. The thing kept growing as she held it by the root and she wondered if that would ever stop.
But Larry's prick soon reached its full state of erection. Linda found that it was longer and thicker than her brother Jeff's weapon, but not nearly as hard. Still, it was quite impressive and practically intimidating at the same time that it was fun, something she could use.
Linda held the prick by its base and started to bob her head up and down, slowly and gently. It felt nice to have the big thing inside her, even if it did stretch out her lips and make her think that her jaw was being dislocated. Now she felt like a real woman.
Larry was amazed at how well his niece was sucking his cock. Not once did her sharp little teeth bite into his skin. No, she would just lick and suck it and hole it in her mouth, letting her saliva run down the shaft so that his balls were soon soaking wet.
Jeff meanwhile was content to sit and watch. He had never seen two people together in bed and it was instructive as well as amusing to him. He had grown fond of his Uncle Larry again now that he no longer felt him as a threat. They were most likely going to have some good times together.
It was so hot in the room that Larry began to perspire. The sweat ran off his hairy torso and onto his cock and balls so that Linda could taste it in her clinging mouth. It served to excite her all the more, reminding her as it did of the salty funky taste of her brother's recently swallowed come.
It appeared that it would take Larry quite some time to shoot his load. He was just sitting there with hooded eyes enjoying himself. At his age a man could not get it on too quickly, but that did not mean that his passion was any less intensely felt than that of his nephew.
Linda decided that it was time for her to experiment with different ways of sucking cock. It was a matter of pride with her, a desire to show her uncle that she knew what she was doing. She let his prick slide out of her mouth, thinking that she could start all over again from a different angle.
She decided to lick the big weapon as if it were an enormous candy cane. She protruded her pretty pink tongue and started to run it up and down the length of the shaft, stopping at the collar each time. She would save the huge swollen purple head for a little later.
It felt great to trace the thick purple veins with her tongue, just as she had done with Jeff. Larry's prick had a different texture, she noticed. The skin was much thicker and coarser and darker than her brother's. Otherwise, Larry seemed to react in the same way to her ardent caresses, as much as she had hoped he would do.
She began to wrap her long agile tongue around the thickest part of the weapon but soon found it an impossible task. The thing must have been five inches in diameter, she thought, the biggest thing she had ever seen in her life. It was nice that he was being so gentle with her because he could have choked her at will.
She stopped licking at the shaft of her uncle's cock and turned her attention to the head. Without really knowing what she was doing, Linda began to shoot her tongue out of her mouth with great rapidity, as if she were a hummingbird rapping a flower for its sweet and nourishing nectar.
She would aim her tongue at the slit in the tip of his cock and found that it was rather an easy target to hit. It seemed to turn Larry on as well, for he began to moan and to move his hips back and forth on the bed.
"Work on my balls," he said breathlessly. "I want to see what you can do with that mouth of yours."
It was a request that Linda could not deny. She let go of his prick and noticed with delight how it sprang back up and slammed into Larry's midsection. That made it easy for her to get to her new target, his hairy, soft, pendulous balls. It was going to be fun to do that to him.
Linda had never touched a man's balls but knew that they were rather tender and sensitive. She licked at them gently, letting the pubic hairs tickle her tongue until they were so wet that they clung to the withered surface of her uncle's heavy scum sac.
Then Linda decided to take the big things into her mouth. She opened it as wide as she could and then slipped in the two heavy balls, one at a time. She licked and sucked at them for a few moments but then came to realize that she was making her uncle uncomfortable.
Besides, she could see a pearl of scum forming on the tip of his prick, a sure sign that he was almost ready to come. She spit out his balls as gently as she had swallowed them and then looked up to her uncle for approval.
"You did that real nice," he told her, stroking her soft shiny hair. "But I'm almost ready to fly."
"I know," Linda replied. "And I want you to come in my mouth. Jeff did it before and I really liked it. It didn't frighten me a bit."
Larry smiled down at his niece, once again surprised at the combination of innocence and lust that reigned in her character. She was going to be quite a woman in a couple of years, he told himself. It was a good thing he had got to her at such an early stage of the game.
The old bachelor was having the time of his life with the pretty young girl. His cock was swollen and harder than it had been for months. He was all ready to come now and all she had to do was put it back in her pretty clinging mouth. He wondered how she would really react to his orgasm, to the gallon of come he was about to give her.
Linda was more than willing to oblige him. She popped his heavy rod back into her mouth and began to suck at it with a real passion. Her head began to move up and down like a machine and she was soon able to take more and more of the big thing into her throat.
Linda swallowed a full seven inches of the huge weapon, but found out that she could go no further. Unfortunately, Uncle Larry was past the point of being considerate to her and had begun to shove his prick full-force into her clinging dripping little mouth.
Linda's face started to turn red from lack of oxygen. She felt as if she were impaled on the huge prick, as if it were going to choke her and make her vomit. But she held her ground, knowing that it would all be over in a matter of seconds. Then she would be able to relax.
Larry felt a wave of fire passing through his body and knew that the moment of truth had arrived. He looked down at his niece and saw that she was having a hard time controlling his cock. It was too late for him to slow down, but he tried to make it as painless as possible for her.
He shoved his prick in again and again, desperately trying not to force the full length of it into her throat, as he really wanted to do. But he realized that it was best to go easy on her the first time, in order to avoid alienating the innocent and impressionable adolescent.
Then he discovered that he could hold it back no longer—his orgasm was already there. He shoved his rigid cock in one last time and felt the sperm traveling up from his heavy balls, forming a reservoir in the tip of his prick. He closed his eyes and prepared to shoot his load.
It came upon him quite suddenly. Before Larry knew what was happening, he felt his prick spurting out one shot of come after another. He looked down at his niece's face and saw that she was trying to swallow it down. It would be interesting to see if she could do it.
Linda tried to gulp down the thick salty fluids, but soon found that it was too much for her. They poured into her throat and started to choke her so that she had to choose between satisfying her lover or becoming sick to her stomach. She spit out the still-spurting prick, realizing that she had reached the limit of her tolerance.
Uncle Larry's huge cock was still spurting as she removed it from her tired mouth. The big thing loomed before her eyes and she soon felt it spraying its juices all over her pretty face. The warm come felt nice and caressing until some of it shot into her eyes.
By the time Uncle Larry had finished coming, the girl's face was sticky with a mass of sperm. She wiped it out of her eyes and licked it off her chin, but eventually had to ask her brother to get a towel so that she could wipe it off her face before the goo hardened and solidified.
After that, Larry had to relax for a few minutes. He slumped back onto the bed, amazed at the way his niece had been able to turn him on. These kids were learning a lot faster than they had in his day, he thought. Sure, there were whores to fuck then, but Linda was probably quite typical of girls of her age group and social class.
"How about getting me a drink, Jeff?" he suggested. "Your uncle is feeling mighty dry."
"I thought we were going to get into her again," Jeff complained. "Do you want to get drunk instead?"
"Anything but," his uncle reassured Jeff. "I just need something to wet my whistle. You young folks have to realize that an old man like me can't get it up again and again, not until he has a few belts anyway."
Jeff smiled at his uncle and went into the living room. He was not much of a drinker himself but figured that he might as well join in on the fun. And he also might as well mix a drink for his sister, who would not want to be left out of their activities either.
He went into the living room and began to work up a round of scotch and soda, unwittingly making the drinks a lot stronger than most people would be used to. He carried the drinks back into the room and saw that his sister had recovered her composure in his absence.
She was sitting on the bed with Uncle Larry, leaning up against him, looking starry-eyed in a way he had never seen before. It fired his jealousy again, but only for a moment. He was all hot and bothered from what he had witnessed and could hardly wait for his turn to begin.
"Drinks are served," he announced, trying to sound as much like an adult as he could. "Come and get them."
"Are you sure you want to drink, Linda?" Larry asked the girl solicitously.
"Oh yes, Uncle Larry," she replied quickly. "I know how to drink. We always do it at parties."
"All right," Larry conceded. "But don't think that you have to impress me with it. You'll feel awful if you mix too much alcohol with sex. Take my word for it."
"What about me?" Jeff asked. "Is it true with a man?"
"Even more so," Larry replied. "There's an old saying that alcohol increases the desire but detracts from the performance, and we certainly don't want that to happen."
"No, I guess not," Jeff replied, sipping his drink. "I promise I won't let myself drink too much."
"Me either," Linda interrupted. "That was a lot of fun and I want to do it some more before they get home."
The indirect way she mentioned the return of his sister and brother-in-law brought Larry up short. In the midst of his passion he had forgot all about them. Now he questioned the children closely, until he was satisfied that they had several hours of privacy left.
Still, there was no point in wasting too much time before getting back down to business. He told the children as much and was delighted with their response. Both niece and nephew were as eager to get going as he himself. Now he had to decide just what they were going to do.
"Well, that does it," Bill Robinson said to his wife, leaning over to talk softly. "I think we've bought everything, at least I've helped you as much as I'm able to."
"Yes, you might as well take care of your business," Cora answered. "You'll only be in my way from now on."
"Alright," Bill replied cheerfully. "I'm glad we got so much of this shit out of the way. I'll go over to Jim Roger's house and meet you at home in a few hours."
"I'll be there at seven," his wife replied. "Try to get out of there early. I hate it when you have to work on weekends. We never get to spend time together anymore."
"Well, maybe it won't take too long," Bill said. "I'll be back as early as I can. But let me take the car. I might have some stuff to haul home."
"That's fine," Cora said to him. "It'll be easier for me to take a cab. See you later."
Bill sighed with relief as he closed the car door and waved goodbye to his wife. Cora was all right, but it was hard to get away from her. Jim would cover for him is she called up, but he hoped that that would not come to pass. It would be a shame to jeopardize the good thing he had worked for.
He floored the accelerator and turned the car out of the department store parking lot. Yes, he was going to have a damned good time this afternoon. He hadn't seen Robin for a whole fucking week and had plenty of lust stored up. She was in for a fucking she would not soon forget.
Bill could not repress a chuckle at that point. It was so damned easy. He could just imagine what Cora would say if she knew that he was fucking her sister and had been doing so for years. Well, they lived in the same neighborhood and it had been bound to happen.
Robin was married, but her husband Dick was a traveling sales representative. They seemed to have a good marriage, but he had found out different that time a few summers back. That had been something else. His wife was away visiting relatives and he had visited her sister on impulse.
Robin had turned out to be a ridiculously easy mark. Dick had girls of his own, particularly on the road, and she had been starved for sex. It was fun the way she had come on to him, so nervous and humble that he could not think of resisting her. Then things had gotten progressively better.
He had fucked her that first day, more on her insistence than his own. After all, Cora was a pretty good fuck, a woman who had never really denied him a thing. But she was no match for her sister, who was five years younger and a lot more in need of his affections. Yes, he had fucked her that day and on every possible opportunity since that time.
He smiled to himself again as he pulled the car into her driveway. It was so damned safe. Dick was away for two weeks and there was no chance of his returning early. He relished the freedom of his business trips and probably wouldn't have cared if he knew what was going on.
He got out of the car and wasted no time knocking on the door. Robin would be waiting for him, as he well knew, with drinks and herself at his disposal. Sometimes it seemed that things were just too easy, that sooner or later he would have to pay for the good times.
But for the moment he had nothing to look forward to but a couple of hours of sex. Robin was always ready for him, always prepared to turn him on. She was down for anything a woman would do short of being a nymphomaniac. But the best thing about it was that he had no responsibility to her and no worries that she might spill the beans to his wife.
Robin came to the door, dressed in one of her prettiest outfits. She had been looking forward to her lover's visit all week. Sure, she knew it was wrong for her to fuck with him, but she just couldn't help herself. A woman had to take what was available before she got too old to enjoy it.
"Come on in, honey," she told him smilingly. "You're little baby's been waiting all day."
"Me too," he answered. "I had a hell of a time getting away from Cora, I might as well tell you."
"Do you think she suspects something?" Robin asked anxiously. "I'm worried about her."
"Take it easy," Bill soothed, kissing her on the cheek. "I'm too cool for that. She'll never know a thing."
"Well, I guess you're right," she replied. "But I'd feel awful if she ever caught us in the act."
Bill followed his sister-in-law into the living room. He wondered if there might be something to what she said. It was kind of weird to be fucking your wife's sister, but he soon realized that that was one of the things he liked best about the unusual situation.
Their relationship added an element of the exotic and the dangerous to their affair. Sure, Robin was a damned attractive woman on her own merits, but this made things all the better. The thought that what he was doing was forbidden turned him on all the more intensely.
He sat down on the sofa with Robin and gratefully accepted the drink she proffered. Yes, she really knew how to treat a man, there was no doubt about it. Robin knew how to make him feel like a king, like a real stud, which was an important thing one a man reached forty.
Robin got up for a minute and put a record on the stereo and Bill smiled thinking that she had done it so many times before. He knew Robin inside and out, backwards and forwards. Sure, she was not the most complicated woman in the world, but it was nice always to be in control of things.
Today, however, she seemed kind of restive. Maybe it was their long separation or possibly the fact that she was beginning to feel guilty about fucking. But those moods never lasted too long. As long as he fucked her right and kept her happy she was putty in his hands. And she knew it too, which made the whole scene even better.
"Feeling pretty raunchy today, aren't you?" he asked. "Let's do something different, something wild."
"Would you like me to strip for you?" Robin inquired. "I've never done that before, even for my husband."
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea," he answered. "This music is tailor-made for it."
"All right, I suggest it so I'll do it," she told her lover. "But I don't want you to laugh at me."
"Far from it," Bill answered. "You know that you have my number. Everything you do turns me on."
"Yeah, I know," she said hesitantly. "Sometimes I get worried about that. But don't listen to me. I'm nothing but a silly horny middle-aged slut."
"Don't feel so sorry for yourself," he replied. "Plenty of women would be glad to trade positions with you."
So saying, Bill leaned back on the sofa and invited his mistress to get into her act. Robin turned the music up and then turned to Bill with a smile. He was so good to her, she thought, always setting her mind at ease with kind words and the kind of loving she had grown to need.
She stood up tall and then began to undulate her body in time to the music. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Bill looked with undisguised admiration at her swelling tits. No doubt about it, she was a fine piece of ass. He would never grow tired of a woman with that kind of body.
Robin got into her strip tease effortlessly. It flattered her vanity and made her feel ten years younger. She began to dance more wildly, in double time to the music, knowing that she had to hurry. She was dying to be fucked but wanted to finish her dance first.
She unhooked her skirt from behind and let it fall to her ankles. She looked great in her underwear with her full-blown body. Bill continued to stare at her and it was as if she were naked already. It was only a matter of time before he led her off to bed.
Now she was clad only in her bra, panties and stockings and then she removed the bra carefully and threw it at her unsuspecting lover, hitting him squarely in the face. Then it was time to get rid of the last of her clothes. It was getting kind of tense putting things off like that.
She got out of her underwear in record time and then stood facing him proudly. Just to complete the image of the loose woman she cupped her big soft tits in her hands and sidled over to him, taking the drink out of his hands and telling him it was time to get down to business.
"Okay," Bill said. "But I want to fuck you with my clothes on. We've never done that before."
"That seems kind of dirty," she answered hesitantly. "I mean it's like doing it in a back alley or something."
"I've told you a million times that sex is dirty," Bill laughed. "That's the best thing about it."
"You're impossible," she told him. "There's nothing I can say to you that you don't know how to twist. All right, we'll do it your way like we always do."
"Damn right we will," Bill replied. "You know well that that's the way you like it too."
Robin sighed aloud but knew that here was nothing she could do or say to protect herself. Bill always knew what he wanted and it did please her. Robin hated for a man to be weak and hesitant. Sex was a means of domination and she liked to be the passive party.
"Show me what you want me to do," she said resignedly.
Bill thought it over for a few minutes before making up his mind. It had occurred to him quite spontaneously and he suddenly was able to conceive of a million different ways to take her. It was hard to come to a decision amidst so many possibilities, but he soon manage to do so.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he told his mistress. "Drape yourself over the couch so that I can fuck you from behind. I haven't done that in ages."
"Ugh, that sounds awful," she replied. "You act like you want to treat me like a whore."
"Why not?" Bill replied. "It's always fun to vary the routine. You know it'll turn you on too."
"Yeah, I guess so," she replied. "I hate to admit it but I like the idea of being exploited like that."
"Let's get into it then," Bill concluded.
Robin sighed again and prepared to do her master's bidding. He was taking terrible advantage of her horniness, but there wasn't a thing on earth she could do to protect herself and it was best to let him have his way. That way she could make him happy and have a good time herself.
She dropped to her knees and then positioned herself on the couch. She felt just like a slave girl in the unusual pose and it was easy for her to fantasize that her lover was a sultan, a man who would have her executed if she failed to perform to his complete and unequivocal satisfaction.
She stared over her shoulder and saw that her lover was approaching her with his already rigid prick brandished proudly in his hand. He looked absolutely invincible when he came on that way. She gasped aloud as he touched her, knowing that he would be inside her cunt momentarily.
Bill grunted with lust as he knelt down behind his helpless mistress. She was certainly obliging, he told himself. Not once had she ever tried to hold back on him or refuse to go through with one of his suggestions. Now he was dying for her and there was no time to waste. He had a whole week of come stored up for the little angel.
He knelt behind the woman and started to caress her ass. Robin looked just great in that position, he told himself. Her buttocks were so soft and creamy that he would have liked to slip his prick between them and fuck her up the ass. But that would have to wait for some other occasion.
The lusty man continued to fondle his mistress' buttocks, thrilling to her silky skin and soft ripeness. Then he let his fingers wander down to her pussy which was peeking out vulnerably from between her cheeks. She was wide open in that position and it was easy to get his finger into her.
He licked his index finger and then wasted no time stuffing it into her already watering cunt. It felt good to be back inside her and he found that his prick was as hard and taut as it would ever be. He would have to put it into her or face the possibility of corning on the spot.
Robin sighed as the big thing parted her labia and started to slide home. She felt humiliated and insulted by the demeaning position she was forced to assume, but all that was soon forgotten. All she cared about was that her lover would soon bring her to a shattering climax.
In moments Bill had buried his prick to the hilt in his sister-in-law's cunt. She was wet and smooth and altogether delightful, in a way that no other woman could match. He had tried fucking around with some of the girls in his office, but it wasn't the same thing. None of them could turn him on like Robin could.
He leaned forward and felt his prick slide all the way into her cunt, until it bumped into her clitoris. For a woman of her age, Robin was surprisingly tight and elastic inside her pussy. She really did have wonderful control of her body, particularly the sphincter muscles of her twat.
Bill ground his body into that of his lover. It was kind of funny fucking with his clothes on, he thought. His pants were closed around his waist and his prick stood straight out from his open zipper. It was hot and constraining but it turned him on intensely.
Robin looked so vulnerable kneeling before him with her body draped over the cushions of the couch, that he could not help but take advantage of it. He slammed his cock into her, knowing that his fly would scrape against her sensitive skin and brush her labia mercilessly.
"Take it easy, will you," Robin pleaded. "I said you could fuck me this way but I didn't have that in mind."
"Tough titty," he answered shortly. "This is the way I want to do it. You'll just have to get used to it."
"I'll try," she answered humbly. "I really will."
Then Bill started to fuck his slave in earnest. He reared back and started to shove his prick into her twat faster and faster. It was a hot day and he was perspiring freely but that did not slow the passionate man down for an instant. He was determined to have his fun, no matter how uncomfortable and humiliating it was for Robin.
He reached out and lifted Robin's torso off the bed so that he could play with her big heavy tits. They were so soft and sweet that he could not keep his hands away from them. He fondled and squeezed them, using his fingers to work her nipples over until the rosy stars had turned hard and red and puckered by means of his caresses.
He held her tits in his hands, delighted at the way they overflowed his grip. It served to turn Robin on for the first time in their bout of lust. She groaned with pleasure and pressed her body down onto the couch so that he would not be able to pull his hands away.
Bill was more than happy to oblige his lover. She was showing him a damned good time and he was happy that it turned her on simultaneously. Sometimes he felt guilty about being so selfish in bed, but really, he thought, there's nothing that she doesn't like me to do to her.
"Oh yea," Robin moaned, splitting the silence. "I love the way you feel inside me. Keep fucking me. I know that I'm going to come this time."
"You always do," Bill answered bluntly. "But I know what you mean. This is really terrific."
Bill stopped talking and concentrated on the sensations that were wracking his body. He was tired and nervous and overwrought but as long as he kept fucking her he could keep his fatigue in the background. It had been a long hard week and this was the best way he knew to relax and calm himself down. It had always worked in the past.
The new position was making things better than ever. His body was pressed on top of Robin so that she almost disappeared under him. This beautiful woman had given into him completely, allowed herself to become nothing more than a receptacle for his lust and sexual desires.
It was too bad that his wife couldn't fuck like her sister, he thought. Cora was a good looking woman and she wasn't bad in bed, but she just never let go the way Robin did. There was always some level of her that he couldn't reach and that annoyed him terribly.
With Robin it was a different story. She could have no secrets from him. He had seen her at her worst, at her most masochistic and self-destructive. And it was good that she felt guilty about fucking her sister's husband. That made her all the easier to manage and control.
He continued to fuck his slave girl, slamming his prick in without mercy. He had a large cock, as he had know all his life and many women were unable to take him on without a great deal of discomfort. Robin was the exception, however as she had proved to him so many times in the past.
Robin began to wiggle her ass no longer able to control her movements. She was always like that, he remembered, always trying not to react to sex as if she thought it was something sinful. But it never took long to get her moving. She was just too passionate a woman to hold back on him for more than a couple of minutes.
He pulled his prick almost all the way out and left only the head buried in her loins. It was fun for him to watch her sliding backward, trying to drag the big thing back inside her. She was so helpless and transparent that it was hard not to laugh at her.
He saw that his pants and zipper had irritated the skin of Robin's buttocks, which had metamorphosed in color from creamy pink to angry red. This was his cue to abuse her further, to mix enough pain with her pleasure so that she would have to work and struggle for her orgasm.
He reared back and drew his hand high over his head. Robin tried to turn her head so that she could see what he was doing, but it was impossible for her to do so. She was being crushed into the couch by the weight of his body and could not move an inch.
Then Bill swung his hand down and crashed it into her buttocks, knowing that she would be unable to protect herself. He could see the print that his fingers left in her skin, but that was not enough to satisfy the imperious man once he had had a taste of domination.
He spanked his mistress again and again until her ass was red and he could feel the heat emanating out of her soft skin. Now he was really feeling horny. It was time to turn it on and give her the works, before he finished up with a salvo.
Robin sighed with relief when her lover finally tired of spanking her. That was the most humiliating thing he had ever done to her, but still, she knew that she would never complain. As long as he kept his fat cock buried in her hungry twat she was his for the asking. It was too bad, but that was the way things had always been between them.
Bill shoved his prick in to the hilt, almost knocking the breath out of his sister-in-law. She braced herself for his final assault, knowing that it would come in a matter of seconds. She knew that she would come with him or before him, just like always.
She felt her limbs beginning to stiffen convulsively and knew that the time was not long coming. Her muscles relaxed but her pussy began to contract wildly, squeezing the prick inside her like she wanted to rip if off her master's body. Yes, she was about ready to spew her juices.
Bill smiled down at her knowing exactly what was about to happen. It had been like that a million times before but he could never get used to her incredible powers of responsiveness. All he had to do was show her he was almost there and she would respond to it with an orgasm of her own. She was really nothing more than a sex machine.
Then she began to come. Robin pushed her body against that of her lover and felt her pussy beginning to spew forth its long stored juices. The come leaked out quickly and she began to wave her torso wildly, as if she wanted to lift herself and her lover right off the couch.
Bill felt it was time to shoot his load. He was so hot and beginning to feel uncomfortable from having his clothes on. Now he wanted to finish, to get things over with so that he could find another new way to fuck her. This was the best time they had had together in months.
He felt the sperm travelling up from his balls and then suddenly his cock exploded. His orgasm was quite violent to the point where Robin thought he was going to crush her. But it was all over in a couple of seconds and she felt the stuff splashing into her pussy, filling her to her capacity and then to the point of overflow.
The come leaked out of her and got all over Bill's balls and thighs. He pulled out of her immediately and collapsed next to her on the couch, resting his arms on top of her back. Robin held the degrading position for a few seconds and then forced her way up.
"You're really something else," Bill told her. "I don't know how you do this time after time."
"You're not bad yourself," Robin answered, trying to catch her breath. "I thought you were going to push me right through that couch."
"Yeah, I guess I wanted to," Bill replied. "You really are a sensational fuck. I should set you up as a pro."
"Oh come on," Robin giggled. "You know I could never do that. I like fucking you but I could never do it with a stranger. I'm just not like that."
"Well, don't worry," Bill kidded her. "It hasn't happened yet. But I think you'd be at the top of your field."
"I guess I should accept that as a compliment," Robin replied. "Do you want me to mix you another drink? You look awfully overheated and fatigued."
"Skip the drink," Bill said. "I've got to get home soon. You know about the wedding and all. Cora's in a real tizzy about the whole thing."
"Well, what do you want to do next?" Robin asked. "You know me, I'm game for anything."
"Let me take off my clothes first," Bill replied. "I feel like we've been fucking in the Sahara."
He stood up and removed his clothes quickly. He could spend no more than another half hour with Robin and wanted to make the best of it. He was still horny, still desirous of finding some new and exciting way of getting pleasure from his willing slave.
"How about my tit-fucking you?" he suggested. "We've never really done that before."
"But you've done it a million times," Robin objected.
"No, this time I want to do it until I come," Bill answered. "That would be really great."
"But what about me?" Robin asked, her feelings hurt. "Don't I count? It won't do much for me."
"Cut the crap," Bill told her harshly. "You had your fun. Now it's time for me to get some kicks."
Robin knew that it was useless to argue with her master Bill—he really was cruel to her, but she had to admit that it would be fun to service him in that manner. Her breasts were quite sensitive and she always had liked for him to rub his stiff prick in the soft channel of her cleavage.
"Well, how do you want me?" she asked humbly.
"Just lay down on the rug and I'll get on top of you," Bill replied. "It won't take me too long to come."
Robin got into position immediately, knowing that there was nothing else for her to do. She lay down flat on her back and felt the stiff nap of the carpet tickling her dripping wide open snatch. It made her feel excited but that was as far as it went—just a tingling. She wasn't likely to have another orgasm with his prick probing between her breasts.
Bill looked down at his willing slave and felt his prick beginning to harden. It was really incredible, he thought to himself, to be able to indulge his sexual fantasies. She would accept anything, do anything, be anything that he wanted. Yes, she was really a good woman.
Then Bill sat down on the rug next to his mistress. He rolled his body over and soon had straddled her with his muscular hairy legs. Robin looked up and saw him hovering over her, his rigid prick aimed directly at the slot between her pink heaving tits.
"Just relax," Bill told her. "If you're a really good girl maybe I'll let you eat my come."
So saying, he lowered his body on top of hers and began to shove his prick between her tits. Bill soon found it necessary to hold the heavenly spheres tightly together, in order to get up some friction. Otherwise he wouldn't have felt a thing fucking her smooth skin.
Bill found the new position enjoyable but not especially stimulating. It had been a good idea, but the reality failed to live up to expectations. That was the way it always was with sexual variations, he decided. They seemed great until tried. Then they were a big disappointment.
In any case, he had to make the best of the situation, which wasn't all that difficult to do. To change positions at that point would only weaken his power over Robin. It was best for her to think that he had no weaknesses, that he was not the type to change boats in midstream.
He lay his body down a little further and started to shove his prick further up between her tits. To his complete delight, Robin started to protrude her tongue, desperately trying to get the tip of his prick into her mouth. It was tempting to give up and let her blow him outright.
He held her tits tightly together and continued to move his cock back and forth over the smooth sensitive skin. That was better and he was beginning to feel good. He was so horny that he could come almost at will, so it didn't matter if he had not chosen the best position in which to get his jollies.
Robin looked and saw his prick coming ever closer to her mouth. She tried wildly to lick at the big thing but it was always a few inches out of reach. It became a matter of pride with her and she did everything to compel her lover to start fucking her hungry mouth.
But Bill was determined not to give in. He kept his prick tantalizing close to her lips but would not let Robin take it into her mouth. He was so close to coming that it just didn't matter anymore. A few more strokes in her cleavage and he would be ready to fire his wad.
"That's it honey," He told her. "I love the way your tits feel, so soft and smooth and pretty."
"Put it in my mouth," Robin pleaded. "Come on you bastard, it's the least you can do for me."
"Naughty language won't get you a thing," Bill teased. "You just try to be a good girl for me.
Robin was disappointed but knew that she couldn't do a thing about it. There was a drop of come on the tip of her lover's weapon and she knew that he would come almost immediately. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, waiting for the storm to break.
Bill shoved his prick a little further forward and then the come was beginning to shoot out of the tip. He felt like he could produce gallons, enough to drown his lover and flood the living room. But he shot three times and then knew that he had no more to give.
The come rocketed out of his rod with the force of grapeshot, splattering all over his mistress' face. She opened her eyes at just the wrong time for soon she was covered with the come, struggling to get her hands free so that she could wipe the strong stuff out of her tearing eyes.
Bill kept her in the humiliating position for a few seconds but finally relented and swung his body off her. She got up and dried her face with her hands, waiting for a while before getting the puddle of come off her chest. She thought that it really had been fun, just like her lover had told her it would be.
The two exhausted lovers lay side by side on the floor, too spent to move. Suddenly Robin rolled over and started screaming. Bill looked in every direction, wondering what had happened. Perhaps it was a burglar trying to climb into the window.
"I thought so," Cora shouted, standing right about her husband's shoulder. "I had the feeling that if I followed you here, this is just what I would find."