Even though it was a big house, noise travelled, he could always hear the children, and some nights, later, when the kids were asleep or at the grandparents, he could hear the sound of Karen and John fucking. Peter tried not to listen, but Karen was quite vocal, especially recently, often screaming obscenities; normally Karen never swore, and was very strict about the boys using bad language. The fact that Karen never swore made it all the more erotic when she did. She was very attractive; in fact, they both were, John was big, well built; Karen slim but slightly over weight, yet still very good looking. Peter had often fantasised about them, wanking as he listened to them fucking, as he lay alone at night in his room. However nothing had ever happened, Peter, despite living with them for three years, was still shy and awkward in their presence, and to be honest, he found Karen a little bit intimidating.

Anyway, better get on, as he dragged his thoughts back to the essay, right just pop to the bathroom, and then another hour, and I'll call it a day he told himself. He walked out of his room, and went down the stairs to the first floor, where the bathroom was located. He turned the bathroom door handle to see if it was locked, no, its open, and walked in, and there in front of was Karen, naked, drying her wet skin off. He froze speechless, as Karen looked up, yet instead of screaming or telling him to get out, or even covering herself, she stood there, fully naked, exposed. After a few seconds, she smiled and said "enjoying the view?"

This snapped Peter back into reality, he stammered his apologises, and rapidly retreated out of the door, closing it after himself, and almost ran back to his room, his face red with embarrassment. Once Peter had settled down, he thought about what he'd just seen, his landlady naked, and not only naked, she hadn't even attempted to cover that nakedness, and her pussy, it was smooth, shaven, that image above all else was fixed in his mind. Even though he was still feeling the effects of his embarrassment, his cock was rapidly hardening as the mental image of his landlady swam through his mind. He turned to his computer and closed the word document, and then opened his thumbnail viewer and moved into his folders where his porn was. He stood up, and undid is trousers, letting them fall and then settled back into his chair, his hand now wanking his cock as he looked at the pictures, in his mind, he imaged they were Karen.

For a few days, Peter managed to avoid seeing Karen, when he finally did run into her; he began to blush and go very red and was even more awkward than normal. Karen had asked him if he was ok, and smiled knowingly. All he could do was blush even redder and then retreat to the refuge of his room. Well the essay had been completed, and handed in and now he could relax a little. But not too much, because he really must get a job, didn’t what sort, just any job. He needed money and he needed to start getting back up to date with is rent. He'd filled in a housing benefit claim form, and they'd told it would take at least 12 weeks, and now it was 12 weeks and they were saying another two to three weeks. So, off too the jobcentre and see what's available. Peter came downstairs to the first floor, just before the bathroom, he suddenly came to halt in surprise, John, Karen's husband, was coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair, but that wasn't what made Peter come to such a sudden halt. John was stark naked, and not only start naked, but his cock was standing half erect.

"Oh hi Peter, sorry about this, left my dressing gown in the bedroom, and there was only one towel" announced John, but instead of moving pass Peter towards his and Karen's room, he stood there in front of Peter, blocking the passage way.

Peter mumbled a reply that it was "ok".

"Right, actually while you here, Karen asked me to talk to you about the rent; to be honest we're getting concerned about it" John told Peter, at the same time one his hands moved and started caressing his cock. Peter's eyes caught the motion.

"Sorry, I am trying, I'll get in touch with the Benefits people, they told me I should have some money bye now...I'll ring them again." Peter tailed of, his mind distracted by what Johns hand was doing.

John was standing there naked, unabashed, his cock now erect, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he openly wanked it. Peter could not take his eyes off it, god it was the biggest cock he'd ever seen, though wonder Karen made so much noise, its wonder she wasn't screaming the house down he thought.

"Ok, well sorry but that's not enough, we're both getting a bit fed up, it's not that we don't like you, you're a great guy Peter, and good a lodger, and we like having you here, but three months rent is a lot of money" John told him. "You can't even tell us if and when you can start paying again, so Karen and I had a chat, and basically Peter, you've got two choices, either pack your bags and get out, or take it up the arse".

Peter stood there, speechless, his brain not wanting to accept what he'd just heard, and not just the words, but the open and forthright way in which they were said, yet despite his surprise, he could not drag his eyes away from Johns cock, Christ it was so big. John had made jokes about this before, at least Peter had assumed they'd been jokes, and hadn't he'd fantasised about this very thing, perhaps they'd guessed somehow, had Karen told John about the bathroom incident, he wondered.

John could see the surprise in Peter face, however, he also could see that Peter was not shocked by the suggestion, the direction and intensity of Peter's gaze told him that Karen had been right, he did play for both sides. "Right, it's up to you, but if you staying, your arse is ours, starting now, either get on your knees, now, or start packing" commanded John, he paused for a second and then repeated his command "now get on your knees".

Peter hesitated, "I errr...."

"I'm not fucking interested in excuses, now get on you knees or get out", John cut him off.

John was now standing right in front of Peter, whose back was now up against the wall, John's hands were placed on his hips, and his hips thrust slightly forward, making is massive erection even more pronounced. Slowly Peter lowered himself down onto his knees, he had to move his head to one side to avoid John's cock, but Johns hand reached out and stopped the movement, and now the cock was pressed against Peters face. Peter knew what was required; he adjusted his position and opened his mouth, and let his lips slide over the massive cock head.

John placed hands behind Peter's head, and then pushed his cock into Peter's mouth; and began to pump it back and forth, slowly and shallow at first, almost like little jerks. Peter's lips were forced open and stretched wide. God, I've never had something so big my mouth, he thought, still struggling to accept John’s size. He began to push his tongue against Johns bell end, pressing against it each time it was pushed into his mouth, he heard John make a satisfied grunt each time. Now the thrust were a bit deeper, each time pushing in about a third of the length of the cock, but even then it was filling his mouth to bursting, and Peter was struggling to move is tongue when it was in. After a few minutes John changed his motion again, this time he made some rapid pumping thrusts, and then pulled back and held it, allowing Peter to flick and slide his tongue over the end of his cock.

John told him "Hmmmm fuck you're good, oh Christ you’re a good cocksucker....uuurrrg" losing coherence and tailing of into a groan. He took a firm grip of Peters head, pumping away, pauses, and then pumping away, until Peter could feel john muscles tensing up, and then suddenly, John thrust his cock hard, forcing its way in deeper, then he pulled it out, before Peter could catch his breath, John thrust forward again, pushing Peters head against the wall, face fucking him hard. He kept thrusting back and forward, almost making Peter choke, until as John cock came forward again, Peter felt the first warm, thick, taste of spunk spurt into his mouth. John let out a long groan, he pulled back and thrust forward again, another spurt of spunk pumped into Peter mouth, causing John to groan even louder and Peter to swallow, there was no where else for it to go. Again and again John pumped his cock in and out of Peter mouth, each time making more spunk spurt into his mouth; some had dribbled out of the side of his mouth. Slowly Johns pumping grew slower and shallower, and he relaxed his grip.

"Fuck that was something, you dirty cock sucker, and you swallowed it too, dirty little cunt" he told Peter.

Peter would like to have replied that he hadn't been given the choice, but he was still sucking on John semi hard cock.

Just then they both heard "urrhhhh ummmmm, I see you boys are having fun together, how naughty of you to start without me". Both men turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice, although Peter was restricted by the cock still in his mouth, still quite hard, but he could just see. Karen was standing there, leaning against the wall, in her power business suit; although even with a cock in his mouth, he noticed that the skirt was a lot shorter than it normally was.

"Fuck, Karen, he can suck cock like a pro, almost has good as you"

"Really, well I hope he can lick a pussy as well as he sucks cock" she replied. She walked over to the two men, "let's go into the bedroom and find out shall we?"

John let his cock slip out of Peter's mouth, and then offered him a hand and pulled him up off his knees. Peter followed John and Karen into their bed room.

"Sit over there John" she indicated the chair, "and come here Peter".

Peter did as he was told, and Karen placed her arm around him and then placed her lips over his mouth, and began to kiss him and suck over his mouth, his own mouth opened in response, she pushed her deep tongue inside his mouth. At the same time she pressed her body against his erection in is trousers. She kissed him long and slow, when she finally pulled away, licking the trace of semen of Peters face, her hand came down and squeezed his crouch.

"Hmmmmm I love the taste of spunk in another mans mouth, now take off your clothes Peter and lets see what we have here" giving his crouch another squeeze.

Peter took his clothes off, a bit self-consciously but with little hesitation. Karen remained standing, hands on hips, watching him, and so was John, sitting there naked, in the corner. Soon Peter was standing there in front of his landlords naked.

"Hmmm nice, very nice, give me a twirl" commanded Karen.

Peter did has he was told.

"Nice isn't he John, what do you think of his arse?"

"Cute, looks nice and tight" John replied. Peter blushed.

Karen gripped her short skirt and began pulling it up around her hips, Peter gasped when he saw that underneath she was naked except for her stockings and suspenders, simple, black ones, yet extremely sexy. Karen smiled at Peter's very obvious reaction, men are so easy to please she thought.

"Hmmm you like" she asked? Peter simply nodded his head in reply.

"You've been thinking about my pussy, haven't you?"

Again Peter just nodded his head.

"Well then, get on the bed, on your back" she ordered. Peter did has he was told and settled back. He looked over has he felt the bed shift as Karen kneeled on the bed, and then lifted her leg over his body, and straddled him, so that she was astride his chest. She lowered herself down onto him so that her pussy was pressing against his chest and began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing it against Peter's skin. Slowly she shifted her knees and moved herself up his body, keeping her pussy in contact with his body all the time. He could feel her wetness on his skin. She rubbed it against his chin, but then raised herself up, so that her pussy was several inches above his face, his nostrils were filled with the scent of her arousal.

"Enjoying the view" he heard Karen say, and then she began to lower her now very wet pussy down onto Peter face, his mouth opened to meet her. His eyes closed as her wet cunt lips settled onto his mouth, and he kissed it, sucking, drawing in her juices into his mouth, relishing the taste on his lips and tongue, and then pushing his tongue into her cunt, pushing it in as deep as it would go, at the same time he felt Karen push down. He licked his tongue around, trying to get it in as deep as he could, and the slid it back out and licked around her pussy lips before sliding it back in again as deeply as before, he kept this up, repeating the process. Karen hands came down and twisted into his hair, he could hear her cries and groans, her thighs gripped his head, relaxed and the tensed up again.

He shifted his position slightly so that he could place his mouth over her clit, and then he kissed it, and then sucked on it, pulling it into his mouth, above Karen groans grew louder, and her grip tighter. Peter sucked on her clit, probed it with is tongue and then nibbled it with is teeth, brining Karen to her first orgasm, the pain of Karen's grip on his hair was almost unbearable, and her downward pressure momentary smothered him, preventing him from breathing for what seamed like minutes. Slowly Karen's grip relaxed, but she did not lift herself of, so Peter carried on, licking, sucking and gently nibbling, while she stroked his head.

Karen suddenly she lifted herself up, rising her thigh, and swivelled around, so that she was now facing the other way, and lowered herself back down, giving Peter view of both her holes, she shuffled herself so that her cunt was back on Peters mouth, but the new position meant that his noise was now firmly between her big round cheeks, and a faint musky aroma began to combine with the sweet smell of her pussy. He felt a hand grip is very hard cock, in fact so hard that it was almost painful. Then he felt rougher, firmer hands grips his ankles, he could feel his legs being pushed back, right back, the hand holding his cock let go, and then he felt another pair of hands grip and hold onto his ankles, and the rougher one released there grip.

Peter felt something touch him between what were now very exposed cheeks, it was something cold, wet and slippery, he felt it push in between his cheeks, and he realised that it was John's fingers, sliding lubricant between his cheeks. Peter tried to relax, as the finger began to probe his arse, and pushing in, deep, then it went away for a second. Then it was back but this time, it was two, and not too gentle either, but pleasant enough. Ever this since an ex-girlfriend talked Peter into being tied up and dildo-fucked, he'd enjoyed something long and hard in his arse, mind the size of what was coming made him shiver, and had he'd not been down under Karen cunt he might have ran away, but perhaps not. The fingers where still pumping his arse, he'd stopped licking for the moment, but Karen was rocking back and forth, rubbing herself over his mouth and noise. Again the fingers were pulled away, but this time something much bigger and harder replaced them.

It was now pushing between his arse cheeks, spreading them, it rested against his arsehole for a second, then the pushed forward, the pressure building up as it forced its way into Peter tight arsehole. With the pressure came pain, building up, until he was crying out loudly, yet muffled by Karen's cunt, in his mind he was screaming ooohhh Goood take it out take it out its too big. The cock pushed in and then stopped, allowing Peter to get use to it, for the intensity of the pain to lessen. Again he felt hands swap there grip, and then Karen shifted her position, leaning forward, allowing Peter to breath more freely for a second, then he felt her hand wanking his cock, and then her lips on his cock.

At that moment, he felt the pressure building again, as John pushed his cock in, meeting resistance, he pulled back and then pushed in again, and causing Peter to cry out, but neither Karen nor John took any notice. John now started pumping his cock back forward, fucking slowly into Peter, with each forward pump, going in a bit deeper, and causing him to cry out each time. However the pain was lessoning as he became used to Peters size, and with the sensations caused my Karen's lips sliding up and down his cock, it was exquisite. Peter returned his attention to Karen's pussy and clit, and began to lick, nibble and kiss between thrust of Johns cock. Peter managed to work one of his arms around and began to finger Karen’s anus.

He could not tell how much of Johns huge cock was in him, it felt like all of it, but he guessed that it couldn't be much more than half its length, but he could feel John pumping faster and faster, while Karen was practically swallowing him whole, he didn't think he was going to last much longer. A thought came into his head and he reached up with is hand, Karen's cheeks were spread exposing her own anal rosebud, and Peter began to push and probe it with finger, while licking her pussy, which was quite an achievement considering the position he was in. He pushed his finger in, and felt rather than heard Karen's grunt of surprise. She pushed back a little to meet his thrusting finger. Peter tried to concentrate on fucking his finger in and out of Karen's arse, but the combination of John cock shafting him and Karen's sucking where just too much for him, and let himself fall back, abandoning himself the twin sources of pleasure sweeping over him.

He could feel is own orgasm building up, and suddenly he was there, he groaned out loudly, and began to pump his spunk into Karen's mouth, and like Peter earlier, she continued to suck and swallow, drawing out the orgasm, so much so that it almost bordered upon painful. John, sensing Peter's orgasm was beginning to pump faster, making long hard thrust, fucking his cock deep into Peter's rectum, using Peter's legs to pull himself into him. He was surprised that Peter could take him, Karen couldn't despite, being into anal fucking, he'd see if eventually Peter could take his whole length and with that thought John lost himself in his own orgasm and for the second time, filled Peter with his spunk.

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Chapter 2

When next she woke up she was blindfolded and gagged, tied bent over on a saw horse. She tried to scream through the gag when he walked up to her. From how she was positioned all she could see was his shoes. She realized she was naked and jumped when he traced a hand along her spine. She tried to moved away when his hand traced over her ass, a finger brushing over her puckered star. “Mmm, still unused back here huh?” he said with a fake Southern twang. “That won’t last long…” he said with an evil chuckle. She tries to scream through her gag, just muffling softly. Feeling generous he removed the gag, “Sorry what was that?” he asked teasingly. “Just let me go, please, I won’t say anything I swear…” she begged. “No, I don’t think I will be doing that.” “Please…please...please.” she begged again as his hand traced over her spine again. She shivered, ‘Pl…” the rest of what she was going to say was cut off by a scream as a paddle slapped across both of her cheeks. “No more talking! One more word and you will regret it.” “Let me go you asshole!” This time he swung the paddle continuously, turning her cheeks into an angry-looking red.” “I said no more speaking!” he said slapping her ass one last time. She shivered softly, and even more so when she heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. Reaching down, rubbing over her pussy, feeling that it was sopping wet. “Dirty girl, you liked that.” he said, moving closer to her the huge head of his cock rubbing against her pussy lips. “No, no, no, no, no…” she whispered, thinking he hadn’t heard her. He reared back and slapped her ass hard, thrusting into her at the same time. She obviously hadn’t had anything so large inside her, as she stretched to accommodate his size. She whimpered in pain as she tried to move away. Without a seconds rest he began slamming into and out of her tight hole, slapping her butt with each thrust, his heavy balls swinging up to hit her clit. After several minutes her whimpers of pain turned to moans of pleasure, trying to thrust back against his cock. Seeing this he reached down and roughly plunge a finger into her virgin ass, causing a renewal of her whimpering. Feeling his balls starting to tingle he gave a loud roar as he came up her tight pussy. She was crying silently as he twisted my finger within her ass. He then went over to a table and came back with something in his hands. It was a large butt plug, the largest he could find. He ran it back and forth over her soaked pussy, getting it nice and wet. She saw it and started begging, “No, no, no, no…” he grit his teeth and smacked her hard on the ass. She yelped in pain and shoved the plug aggressively into her ass. Unlocking her wrists again, I pulled the back behind her, cuffing them. He then moved around in front of her, waving his cock in front of her. “Make yourself useful and clean me off.” With tears still in her eyes she leaned down and sucked my cock into her mouth, licking it clean. I then pulled my pants back on and left the basement, leaving her as she was.

God, how I loved the way this man made me feel, and the effect that my body had on him. I confirmed the instinctive reaction of his cock, as my left hand slid up his thigh to fondle the bulge at his crotch. Sliding my hand under the waistband of his shorts to grasp the head of his rapidly stiffening manhood, it was difficult for me to remember that two short weeks ago I had never even touched a man's cock, let alone what I was about to do to his. No longer a virgin, I had quickly become a willing, and as I had proven on many occasions since, a very capable sexual partner for my own uncle. Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm still only fourteen years old.

As Uncle Brad backed out of the parking place, I put my slender fingers under the waistband of his shorts and eased them down his legs. Gazing incestuously at his hard cock I groaned deep in my throat, wrapped the fingers of my left hand around the blood engorged shaft and began to stroke it up and down. I was still pretty much in awe of how naturally I could perform these blatant sexual acts in public, and how turned on I would get.

"Oooh, my sweet Uncle Brad. You've got the biggest, most gorgeous prick in the whole

            world! And it's all mine to play with," I groaned huskily.

"That's right Julie, it's all yours!"

Uncle Brad moaned with pleasure as he felt my lips close over the head of his cock. I took more and more of the hot, hard meat into my mouth, literally impaling my face on his up thrust prick.

"God you're making me hot, that's so fucking good," Brad sighed through clenched teeth.

Reacting to the heat rising in my belly, I lowered one hand to my crotch and slipped two

fingers into my juice slippery cunt.

"Here Uncle Brad, smell how hot you've made me, I said softly, raising my fluid covered

fingers to his nose. Knowing full well that it would drive him crazy that I was being so reckless.

"Jesus," he said, taking a deep breath and savoring the musky female scent of my cuntal

fluids.

I had learned quickly in the past two weeks that I was very good at sucking a man's cock.

Me, a cocksucker. How strange it was to be thrilled by a word that sounded so crude when it came out of the mouths of the high school boys I was used to. Yes, I most definitely enjoyed being a cocksucker and the pleasure I was giving my own uncle.

Continuing to make love to his cock, I felt Uncle Brad's fingers replace my own. Sliding over my wet pussy mound, fingering me and stroking my clitoris. Getting my cunt hotter and wetter with each passing second.

In a matter of minutes, I felt his cock lurch wildly in the caress of my mouth. A sure sign

that he was about to come.

"Oh Christ, yes baby, suck my cock, swallow my come," he moaned, continuing to fondle.

            the lust swollen lips of my pussy, each caress pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

"Fuuuuuck.. .I'm coming!" he cried out, seconds before he erupted in my mouth.

The spasming cock jerked back, then suddenly shot forward against the roof of my still wildly sucking mouth. The load of his hot come spurted from the slit in his cock head as I quickly  clamped my lips around the head of his prick, swallowing like crazy in an effort to get every drop of his sticky come.

My hips twisted wildly, as I sought to further impale myself on Brad's frantically sawing

fingers...desperately trying to increase the friction on my clitoris…frantic for my own orgasm.

"Oh shit!" I groaned, feeling the walls of my vagina spasm around his fingers, as my orgasm hit with full force. "I can't stand it Uncle Brad! I'm coming so hard it feels like I'm going to pass out!

As the tremors of an incredibly strong orgasm began to subside, I let Uncle Brad's cock slip from my mouth and smiled up at him, come dripping lightly down my chin. "Now aren't you glad you got a sitter so you could take your favorite sitter out to dinner tonight."

Chapter Two

What a strange sequence of events had led up to this moment and whatever the future held in store for myself and a passionate lover, who just happens to be my uncle.

The months following Aunt Jeans leaving Uncle Brad were almost unbearable for him. He'd been an emotional basket case, and it seemed that the only solace he received came from the days that my I0-year-old nephew Sean lived with him. I found out long after the fact that his sex life had consisted of little more than watching 'X Rated' videos and jerking himself off.

As the time approached for him to go to his condo on the Outer Banks, things only seemed to get worse for him. He loved the Banks, but had told my mom that he wasn't sure how he'd react to all the old family memories that were sure to come flooding back once he got down there.

"Look Brad, you really should get away. You and Sean both need some relief from the stress you've been under. You can’t allow Jean leaving you to turn you into a navel gazing hermit.  Not to mention the fact that you need to put this all behind you for Sean’s sake somewhere along the line, and the sooner the better."

"You're probably right Sis, but what really concerns me is my being able to be there for Sean emotionally. Christ, there are days when I can barely take care of myself. It's a real bitch trying to cope with everything at once."

"Well, how about this for a major brainstorm. You could take Julie down with you to help out. She just adores Sean, and I'll guarantee you that a month at the beach will be just fine with her."

So it was settled, I was going to North Carolina with Sean and Uncle Brad. I was more than happy to help out my favorite uncle, especially when I'd be forced to do it in a place I loved as much as Duck. To be totally honest, I had always had a crush on Uncle Brad and will never understand how Aunt Jean could walk out on such a hunk any way.

I was finally getting the opportunity I had waited so long for, being alone with Uncle Brad. While I never thought it would actually happen, I had fantasized since I was 12 about him being my first lover... the guy I would ‘go all the way’ with and lose my virginity to. Being a resourceful girl of the '90s, I had learned how to give myself some pretty amazing orgasms, but I was growing impatient with just masturbating. What I secretly wanted was the real thing, a nice hard cock in my pussy to replace my fingers, and I have to admit, the handle of my hairbrush on more than one occasion. Somehow, I just knew that Uncle Brad would be a lot more interesting than a hairbrush; I just needed to get him interested in me on a sexual level.

And with that thought occupying most of my conscious thoughts, the first couple of days in Duck were absolutely maddening for me.  While Uncle Brad seemed to have a perpetual hard-on since we'd checked in, he just wasn't making the connection between his 14-year-old niece and a horny sex partner.

Damn it, 14 or not, I knew I was very nice to look at. And while I'm not normally an exhibitionist I'd been wearing nothing but bikinis, shorts and halter-tops since the trip started. Short of walking around nude-Hmmm-he had been getting the best eyeful I had to offer.

I'm fairly tall, almost 5'8", and my skin is a pure honey brown from spending most of my free time in the sun. My long, naturally curly brown hair sets off what I consider to be a cute but still girlish face. But there I stop looking like a typical 14-year-old, one major positive aspect of entering puberty when I was only 12. My breasts are full, and despite their size, ride high on my chest even without a bra. My tits contrast nicely with the firm flatness of my belly and its' lightly ridged muscle structure. I'm not a jock; I guess it's just the firmness of youth and good genes. My stomach has just a touch of roundness where it blends into the thick mound of pubic hair at my crotch.

When I first went through puberty I was really embarrassed by how thick it was. I thought it was freaky compared to the peach fuzz I'd seen on other girl's in the showers at school. Since then, I've come to realize just how sexy it can be, and I actually like to see it shown off by the bulge in my bikini bottoms. Yes, women can have bulges in their crotch too.

Personally I like my legs the best. They're long, with lithely muscled thighs that blend into slender rounded calves. My hips are wide and apparently sexy, based on the looks I get from the guys at school.

Chapter Three

I suppose it was lack of any real experience, as opposed to a conscious plan that pretty much determined what my strategy would be to bring my sexual fantasies to real life. I would innocently brush my breasts against Uncle Brad's arm or chest at every opportunity, and I made sure there were plenty of them. I very purposefully wore a thin, white cotton sundress with no bra or panties on our first night out to dinner. I'm positive that on more than one occasion I had posed nicely in front of a window or doorway, so that the sunlight would silhouette my bare breasts and shapely body. I know his cock had surely noticed, based on the size of his hard-on, but that's as far as it went.

Deciding to be a bit more brazen I let my robe fall open while pouring his morning coffee, exposing to view one large erect nipple and huge areola that were set off against the creamy white portion of my breast that hadn't been exposed to the sun. Same reaction...one very stiff prick and still no action for me. God was I glad that my cousin Mary Ellen and I taught each other how to masturbate ourselves to an orgasm.

That evening I took some time for myself and went to the beach with a group of kids I'd met the day before. While we had some laughs and I was getting to know people better, I just couldn't get into the swing of things. My mind was too busy wondering how I could ever get Uncle Brad to get past his hang-ups and finally make it with me. I'd even begun to seriously wonder whether being as horny as I always seemed to be was normal shit or not. I just wished that something would happen, and soon.

By the time I got back to the condo, Sean was in bed and Uncle Brad was having a gin

and tonic on the balcony.

"Hi kiddo, did you manage to have some fun?"

“Yeah, I really love it down here and there are kids from all over.  You seem a little down though.  You must be pretty lonely sometimes since Aunt Jean left."

"That I am Julie. It's so strange down here, not having her to talk to."

 

What the hell, I thought. Let's throw caution to the wind and see what happens. "Actually Uncle Brad, that's not the kind of lonely I meant."

"Well what exactly did you mean?"

"Like lonely in bed, really horny. I know you two had a pretty good sex life. I heard you

making love lots of times when I baby-sat and stayed over. At least it sounded to me like you were enjoying yourselves."

By the look on his face I knew that I had caught him totally off guard. While he seemed to be thinking about what to say next, I noticed he couldn't stop staring at the way my nipples were erect and quite visible under my T-shirt. Going braless and taking the time to fondle them until they were hard had its now very familiar effect on his once limp cock. Tonight however, I was going to do whatever it took to actually get my hands on his erection.

"Whatever possessed you to think of that?" he finally managed to stammer.

"Well, it's been impossible not to notice that you've had a hard-on ever since we got

down here."

Uncle Brad made an awkward attempt to cover his lap with his hands as I took another step towards him. "You just have to be horny with no woman around, especially at night. It shows in the way you look at me sometimes, like right now for instance."

"Why haven't you let me try and help you? Don't you think I'm as pretty as Aunt Jean?" Uncle Brad's cock visibly jerked as I slid my hands up over my crotch and stomach, finally cupping one perky, firm breast in each hand. "Aren't these as nice as hers?"

"They're better," he said in a voice I could barely hear.

Pulling out all the stops, I arched my back and pushed my breasts towards his face; while

thumbing my nipples to an even stiffer state of erection.

“Then why haven't you ever asked to touch them, or asked me to take care of your hard-on. I'll bet I could make you come better than she could."

"You're a virgin aren't you Julie?" Brad asked, already knowing the answer to his

question.

"Yes I am. Actually, I've never even touched a boy's cock before, let alone one the size yours must be. But I do know what a good come feels like. I do myself all the time. Especially these past two days."

"That's what I thought. Christ Julie, besides being a virgin and only 14, you're my niece the last I knew. Sure I've had a hard-on, I'm only human. You're one of the sexiest women I've ever seen. But how could you possibly think I'd seriously consider having sex with you?"

"Jesus, Uncle Brad...I'm horny...you're horny...you just referred to me as a woman...let me be a woman...I really want to help you...let me do it with my hand...I want to make you come."

I could see Uncle Brad's resistance was beginning to crumble fast, so I continued to take the initiative by sitting on the arm of his chair. My aching breasts rubbed against his cheek as I slid one hand down across his flat belly to fondle the bulge of his stiff prick. "Please Uncle Brad; I want this to happen more than anything. Let me jerk you off."

"You're more than right about me being horny," he said huskily, his hips involuntarily arching his touch-starved cock up against my splayed fingers. "I can't believe this, yet I don't want it to stop. Nothing more than a hand job...this just doesn't seem right."

“It’s really OK Uncle Brad.  I want to do it, and I know I can be as much of a woman for you as Aunt Jean ever was. Let's do it now. I'm ready Uncle Brad, really ready." The wetness at my crotch was a reminder that there was more than just a come for him that was on my mind.

He smiled gratefully, and began pulling his shorts down over his hips. The sight of a man's erect penis for the first time almost took my breath away. With no conscious direction from my brain, my right hand plunged into my shorts to caress my dripping pussy.

Trying to contain myself from seeming too eager, I laid my hand gently on his cock. It felt hot against my fingers, and I could feel it throbbing in my palm. Rubbing it tentatively with both hands, I found the silky texture of its skin a delicious contrast to the rock hard meat it seemed to barely contain.

"Still think you can handle it?"

"I'll manage somehow, but what should I do. I want it to be good for you."

           

"Just squeeze it with your hand...not real hard...that's good...make a fist and rub it up and down my cock from top to bottom...just keep doing it like that and I'll come all over you."

           

"Like this Uncle Brad? God, it’s so hard and beautiful."

"Yes Babe, that's so good. Now make a ring with your thumb and fore finger...oh shit that feels good...now very softly, move your hand up to the head of my cock...feel the ridge just as it meets the shaft... that's the most sensitive area of a man's penis... yeah that's perfect!"

Moaning loudly, he arched his back and hips off the chair and began humping his rigid cock against my hand.  "Now start doing it faster for a few strokes and then do it slowly again."

My hands slid up and down on his cock using the rhythm he'd just taught me. The feel of it was driving me crazy. The way it throbbed in my palm…the silky hot skin…the incredible hardness…so this is why they’re called ‘boners’. Again and again I repeated the stroking motion, not believing it could be possible when it grew even thicker and harder. I stared fascinated as a pearly drop of some liquid oozed out of the slit at the top of his cock. That must be come I thought, spreading the hot, slippery fluid over the head of his pulsating penis with my thumb.

           

"What is this stuff Uncle Brad?" I asked.

"That's just a drop of pre-come...and the way you're jerking me off, it won't be long before you see a lot more... you are so fucking good Julie...ohhh shhiittt...I'm coming!"

I gasped as a white-hot geyser of come shot from Uncle Brad's prick and splashed on his naked belly. The excitement in my loins was unbelievable. I had made him come...it was beautiful...so much better than the way my cousin had described jerking off her boyfriend.

           

"Uncle Brad, what happens to all that come now?" Already knowing what I had in mind

for it.

"I'll just wipe it off with some Kleenex, no big deal."

           

"No, wait I've got a better idea." With that I lowered my head and brushed my lips across the pool of still warm semen that was pooled at his navel.

"Good God Julie! What are you do...oh Christ!"

My tongue licked slowly against his flat belly and I soon had my first taste of come...a little salty, with a distinctive pungent aroma. It was like nothing I'd ever tasted, and oddly enough I really liked it. I continued to clean him with my tongue until the combination of all these new sensations was more than I could bear. Rolling slowly onto my back, I began to fondle my breasts and clitoris. Desperately trying to make myself come as quickly as possible.

"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" Brad groaned as he sat up and shook his head in awe at the sight of me lying there in the throes of an orgasm. I knew he longed to reach out and touch me, but he didn't dare...not yet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  around 1:00 mud points out this chic on the dance floor, she is bout 5'6",140,nice perky rack, and her shape is almost out of a zz topp song (36" 22" 36"). after watching her shake her lucious booty alone for the rest of the song, she comes to the bar, luckily right next to me. i say hi, to break the ice, and bought her a drink.

we sat and talked for a few hours. i learned that she was just looking for friends. so (for the first time) i did not try to work her. she had lemonade only while i proceded to get fairly ripped on budweiser and tequilla without chaser. when the club closed, i offered to buy her breakfast if she would drive me to my car aftwards. she accepted, and we went to this greasy spoon down the road. not many places to eat in the middle of nowhere at 3:00 am. we ate like it was our last time, and talked for a while. the entire time i never came onto her at all. we were getting a little tired so she drove me back to my van in the club parking lot.

  when we arrived i was still really sloshed. planning on sleeping in my van alone i turned to her to say goodnight, when i noticed somehow she was no longer wearing her pants. i must have dosed off to have missed that (they were exxxtreamly tight). she was stroking her toatally bald pussy and starting to breath heavy. myself in a moment of suprise almost blanked untill she grabbed my hand and slid it down to her crotch. i started to speak, when she said "i like it very forcefull. dont talk, just fuck like you are rapeing me"

  i had heard about freaky chics like this before. and instantly, with one hand full of hair and her throat in the other drug her out of the passenger door to behind the bushes. she fought like her life depended on it. she was kicking and screaming as i pinned her down on the ground face first. i ripped her shirt off and used it to gag her, then her bra to tie her hands behind her back. i then rolled her over as she kicked me right in the jaw. looking at her in shock i heard her muffled voice mutter "rough you pussy". it was on!

now i knew wat the game was

  i wasted no time taking back control by force, dodging her next kick and using it to my advantage.  i grabbed her leg as i stood violently stepping on her other as i removed my belt.  she put up a hard fight as i fumbled to get it around her ankle. again she mumble  " you pussy" moving her legg to the side i bitch slapped the hell out of her. she then laughed and muttered dont hold back you bitch, and kicked harder.  before i could stop i slugged her right in the eye. knocked her out cold for about 45 seconds, justlong enough to have her hogtied.

   the first sound she made when she came to was "yes baby dont hold back choke me" ignoring her i drug her to the side of my van across the gravel lot, every few steps slapping her ass and head. i opened the door and threw her in so hard, she hit her head on the other side and lost conciousness again.  seizing the opportunity, she woke as i forced all 10" inside her cunt fast and hard. she squeeled and bucked as i grabbed a piece of rope and worked it around her neck. she broke her leggs loose but to no help as by that time i was fucking and chocking her with all i had.

   she came to and came all at the same time. her pussy clinched so hard i thought it bit my dick off. when it relaxed i felt her juices run out around my fast thrusting cock quickly traveling across the floor to my feet.

  after repeating this chain of events for almost an hour, i let my jizz fly. i felt my cock pulse at least 30 times as she muttered "not in there pull it out it burns" her voice said one thing, but her pussy said "give it all and more"

  between exausted and still drunk i passed out right on top of her.

the next morning when i woke she was lying next to me, still tied and gaged. i untied her, and offered to take her to breakfast again. she accepted.

  as we entered the same diner as earlier i had a busted lip dried blood on my face and her with a huge (rocky balboa) shiner dried blood on her nose and lip busted and limping bowlegged, we had a couple of cups of coffee.  she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye "that was what i have been looking for. i really needed that"

  as i got her back to her car, she gave me a folded up piece of paper and told me to wait till she was gone to read it. with a kiss and a big smile she drove off.

  as soon as she was out of sight, i unfolded the page. inside was a key.  the note said simply "use your imagination. suprise me!" followed by an address.

             my first story.

                        all true no shit

 

One day they were breading back in a small patch of trees that hid me and them from view. The males that were waiting while one was tied to the bitch were so turned on and jumping around, I could see their dicks poking out and dripping.  On an impulse, as one of the males came near me and sniffed my now wet dick, I reached down and grabbed his dick sheath and pushed it back so his red dick cock was showing.  He seemed to like it, taking a lick at my dick and tasting the pre-cum, started really licking away. I pumped my dick and started stroking his cock.  He started humping my hand and his cock started growing bigger.  More and more of it came out of the sheath and a small knot popped out.  I shifted my hand from the sheath so it now was on the dog’s wet red and growing cock.  He kept humping, moving over and grabbing my hand with a front paw on each side of my hand. His paws pushed my hand tighter against his cock and his pumping became furious.  I felt the knot getting bigger and bigger in my hand while a clear fluid started squirting out the end of his cock. As his pace started slowing I could feel the dick pumping out his cum with the dick jerking with every squirt.  He finally stopped pumping but he still held my hand in place on his cock and his dick still jerked and spurted cum about once a second.  After about a minute he let go of my hand and dropped down on all four paws.  He just stood there as I released my grip, and his cock hung way down, the knot keeping it from retracting back into the sheath.  I don’t think he wanted it to retract though because he was still cumming, the tip of his dick jumping up a couple of inches with each time a jet of cum.  Man was that a turn-on.  He stood there just looking into space with almost a smile on his face as he kept cumming for about 10 minutes. When my hand released his cock, I took the opportunity with my right hand now free to really pump my dick.  It only took a few strokes until my spunk started shooting out.  One of the other males immediately came over and licked the cum from my dick until it was too sensitive for more stimulation. 

 

After that first experience I found that I could jack off any of the males at any time, whether the female was in heat or not.  They all liked it and would follow me and gather round me when I went to the place in the trees.  As I would take my dick out to beat off, they would jump up and try to lick it.  With them around me I could jack off two at a time, and usually there would be a third licking my dick or ass while waiting his turn.  Man was it hot watching the two that were cumming with their dicks hanging down, while I was jacking off another one with my left hand and pumping my own dick with my right.  That patch of ground was well fertilized with cum since I got to do this routine at least twice a week for a couple of years. 

 

Mean time, I also found that our small Chihuahua female liked to get off too.  We had a basement that could only be entered from outside the house, and was not really finished.  It had a concrete floor but hardly anything else.  The washing machine was the only thing of significance down there besides things I brought down for play. It was an ideal place for a young boy to keep his magazines hidden for jackoff sessions during the day or evening when things got boring.  Our little pet Chihuahua, Teeny, often followed me down there, but since she didn’t have a dick for me to stroke, didn’t think of her sexually.  That changed one evening while she was down there with me, as I had my Playboy spread out on a table while I sat on a bench jacking off.  When my first jet of cum spurted out on the concrete floor, I didn’t see that she was licking it up, but felt her tongue when she started cleaning the head of my dick.  After that, when she was down there, I would get on my knees and she would lick my dick as a jacked off. As I started cumming she would eagerly lap up the cum, further stimulating me to a harder orgasm.  One time while she was licking me as I was pounding away, I wondered if she got wet smelling my dick.  I carefully eased my hand under her belly and felt for her pussy.  I found that I didn’t need to be careful.  When she felt my finger touch her pussy, she hunched forward pushing my finger harder against her opening.  I switched to my small finger which I thought might fit up into her little hole.  Like the male dogs she moved over and grabbed my hand with her paws as started humping like the male dogs.  I was startled but was really surprised with my little finger went sliding up inside her.  She was panting as she humped and suddenly I could feel her pussy rhythmically contracting on my finger.  She slowed down her pumping motion, but like the males, she too kept hold of my hand as she stood there with my little finger in her.  Her pussy muscles were still squeezing and relaxing and she was panting from all the exertion.  It didn’t take me long to get a good cum started as I kneeled there with a finger up her snatch. She held on to my hand as she still licked my cum from my dick.  After that I could have dog sex more often, but I still liked jacking the male dogs best. 

 

It was a few years later before I had a new dog experience.  I had moved to a nearby town as I was going to college, in my first year.  My younger brother had gotten 3 Vizsla hunting dogs, two males and one female.  Vizslas are used as pointers for bird hunting, and as I found, a good size for giving a fucking.  Vizslas have a reddish/pink nose and about a 10 inch tail, but his were about 50 pounds, and about 2 feet high at the shoulder.  They are an extremely friendly dog, love to be handled.  .  They were caged in a run lot at the back of the house (they still lived at the same place I grew up).  I petted and played with them before, and wondered if they would like to be jacked off too but never had a chance to try.

 

My parents and brother were going on vacation and asked if I would come over each day to feed and water the dogs.  The beagles just needed their dry food bowls filled and the water trough filled each day.  I had to get in the run lot with the Vizslas to retrieve their food and water bowls so I thought this would be my opportunity to see if the dogs would like to be jacked off.  The first day I went over for the feeding, I took care of the beagles quickly and moved down to the run lot. I opened the gate and gathered up the water and feed bowls. All three of the dogs came over eagerly wanting attention as well as their daily feeding.  I went back to the house and filled the bowls and brought them back to the lot.  The lot was too visible from the road for me to take any chances with playing with them there. I had spotted a lead leash hanging over the fence when I went in to get the bowls.  I knew that the dogs would be too distracted eating if I put the food in the run lot before trying anything.  One of the males, Jim, had seemed friendlier than the other male so I got the leash and attached it to his collar.  I lead him up to the house down into the still unfinished basement.  I closed the door and took the leash off.  He eagerly came over to me, wanting me to pet him and trying to stand up and lick my face.  My pants quickly dropped to the floor and I discarded my underwear.  Jim started sniffing at my crotch and wagging his tale… so good, so far.  I squatted and stretched the foreskin back from my uncircumcised dick.  He quickly started licking and showing a lot of interest in my ass too.  I let him lick my dick and ass for a couple of minutes before trying anything with him, not knowing how he would react.  It would be hard to explain if the dog had bitten my dick while we were in the house basement!   Satisfied that he was friendly, I started rubbing his back and then moved down his sides.  Then my hand was on his belly near his front legs and he was just standing there enjoying the attention.  My rubs went further and further back until the edge of my hand touched the tip of his dick sheath.  He didn’t flinch so I ventured further, moving my hand gently over his dick covering.  He stood still, just wagging his tail.  I slowly gripped the sheath and started pulling it back.  At first the covering didn’t move much and his dick seemed to be too high and not aligned with the opening.  My hand again gripped the shaft and slowly moved back and forth in a jacking motion.  Slowly the red tip of his dick started moving out of the covering.  As I gained confidence that he wasn’t going to attack, I moved a little faster and his back started bowing up.  I pulled the sheath way aback and a long thin dick came out, about 6 inches worth.  It was just starting to get thick and there was no sign of a knot.  As I picked up speed with my jacking, his dick got thicker much quicker and I felt the knot forming at the base of the dick, but still inside the sheath.  I pulled back harder to get the knot out before it got too big to pop out of the small sheath opening.  I’d learned that from playing with the beagles.  With the growing knot now out, I moved my hand down to his now wet and growing red prick.  All of a sudden he started humping and panting hard.  I moved my knee over and put his chest on it so he could grasp my leg while humping.  My hand would never support the large dog if he wanted to grab it like the beagles.  His dick ballooned and the knot grew to the size of a tennis ball.  The cum squirts started and my leg was getting splashed with each spasm.  Since I was jacking Jim with my left hand (habit from playing with the beagles), my right hand was free to pound my own dick as the dog stared into space, still humping my hand and the knot and dick as hard as steel.  I was holding on tightly to his dick, feeling the huge pulses in the tube that runs along the bottom of his as each clear, watery load of spunk squirted out.  He finally stopped the humping and, like the beagles, he stood there, me holding the hard throbbing dick, and he was just staring into space with the continuing orgasm.  I let go of the dick so I could concentrate on getting my rocks off, and it jerked up about 4 or 5 inches with each load of cum that came out.  The cum was clear and came out in a really thin, but forceful, stream. My dick was so hard that I thought that I was made of steel.  This was so much better than with the small beagles!  I felt my balls tighten and my dick got so stiff it almost hurt.  Then that feeling of relief as the first jet of cum squirted out on to the dogs shoulder.  He turned to look at my dick and slowly started licking the cum as it squirted from my cock.  Jim’s dick was still bobbing and shooting but he lay down and started licking his dick.  Finally it started deflating and retracting into his body.  He slowly stood up as I connected the leash to his collar again.  I knew then that I had to try to get him to fuck me in the ass the next day. 

 

I was anxious the whole next day as I waited for the time to go to feed the dogs again.  I think that my shorts were wet the whole day as the pre-cum leaked every time I moved.  When I arrived there, I quickly took care of the beagles and didn’t waste time getting their bowls filled first.  I went to the lot and grabbed the leash and clipped it to a dancing and seeming excited Jim. I think that he knew that he was going to get his rocks off again, but he didn’t know that I had more of a surprise in store for him. 

 

(I’ll finish this part as soon as I can.) I really didn’t mean to stop here but just ran out of time. There are at least three other dogs that I’ll tell you about when I get a chance to write more.

 

JD

I looked at her, "Well, I was sunning, hope you don't mind." I said and dropped my robe and laid on the other lounge chair and streaching out and spreading my legs to catch the sun all over. "Oh shit." she said. "Wow, you are really beautiful." she said. "Thanks." I told her, I bet you are too but you keep covering it all up." I said. "Why not join me." I said. She stood up and I stood up too, "Well, I am not sure I should." she said. "Why?" I asked. "Well, I don't know you." "You knocked on the gate Hun." I said.

"Yes, you got me there." she said. "Well, look, I am going for a swim so what do you say. Skinny dip?" I said and jumped into the pool. She stood on the egde and slowly took off her shirt and jeans and slipped into the water and I was warm all over seeing her. She had a flawless figure, a little plus size but a perfect hour glass body, close shaved red hair on her pussy and her nipples stood out erect as she came into the water. She moved towards me and said, "I have been wanting to come over her for a while." "I am so glad you did." I told her. I was only a few inches from her now, our tits maybe 6 or so inches apart. "So why have you wanted to come over?" I asked her. "I, I, I, well, I am nervous...really nervous. I wanted to see you." she managed to get out. I was now almost touching her chest with mine. "Well, now that you see me, should I take the next step?" I asked her. "Yes," she gasped and so I moved till our bodies were touching my tits against hers. She moaned and I took her face and kissed her slowly, licking her lips and then my tongue into her mouth. She just let me do it and responded as she warmed up.

I broke the kiss and she looked at me, "Oh that was great!!" I took her nipples into my mouth and sucked them hard and a little biting too make her jump. My hands moved her legs apart under the water and suddenly she opened her legs all the way. I sank my fingers into her and she moaned, "Oh yes, oh damn yes." "Let's go to bed Helen' I told her. and we got out of the pool to my bedroom, still wet. She laid on the bed and spread herself out. I laid on her and we had the most wonderful two hours of love-making ever. She was laying next to me and she said, "Can I try something a little kinky?" she said. "Well, I guess so." I said and she went out and got her jeans nd took out a scarf, it was about 2 feet square and red like her hair. She asked me to sit up and said, "Let me put this on you." and I pulled my hair back. She put it around my neck then instead of tying it in a knot or such she began twisting it, getting it tight as she kissed me hard. It got tighter and soon I began to struggle against her but passed out. I woke up some time later and she had me tied to the bed now with four red scarves, spread out and she stood over me. She laughed and began slapping my tits and pussy hard. It hurt but I like that kind of sex so I was getting wetter. She saw that and laughed again, "I thought the little slut was into pain." I looked at her, "AS long as there is an orgasm involved I am into a lot of things."

She opened a bag and pulled out an assortment of whips, dildos, and other things that I did not recognize but soon found soon that there were lots of things to do to the body that bring pain and pleasure. Helen was my forst woman that really knew how to heighten pleasure by using pain at the same time. That was the first day of a wonderful Summer. She began the lesson by depriving me of breathe and doing dildos at the same time. Just as I passed out my orgasm came and felt more intense than ever.

Love you all.

More later.

Teresa

 My first story please tell me good or bad just tring to think on how to put things and it didnt work i know it. I will be writing more on paper first.