Message-ID: <7141eli$9801091653@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Crystal Camry" Subject: UF: Acro Inc. (part 1b) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980109065236.28196.qmail@hotmail.com> "Girls would get damaged. People thought they wouldn't be virgins anymore from riding a horse." Jim was nervous about this conversation, but he couldn't help himself. "You mean riding would be like getting screwed? I doubt it's much the same." Stephanie went back to unsaddling her mount. "But you don't know for sure?" Jim was probing to see if she had been experimenting with sex. Stephanie turned and looked her uncle square in the eye. "If you're trying to find out if I'm a virgin, why don't you just ask me?" Jim laughed and hugged his niece with one arm. He whispered to her: "Okay my naughty little niece: are you a virgin?" "Yeah." She seemed almost ashamed to admit it. "Well then the guys at your school are all queer." Stephanie grinned up at her uncle. He was always so nice to her. And since Aunt Jane was so beautiful, he sure must know about women. "Thanks, Uncle Jim. Do you really think I'm... well... desirable?" "I'd say more along the line of gorgeous and sexy. I know if I was sixteen, I'd have tried everything but cutting off my arms and legs to get you into the sack." Jim felt his leg quiver, and he forced himself to calm down, unhooking his arm from Stephanie's waist. "No, no, no: Aunt Jane is gorgeous and sexy, I'm `cute' at best," Stephanie lamented. Cute was only the beginning though. Stephanie's blonde hair was pulled back from her face and braided down the centre of her back. Her face had a spritely quality to it, exhibited most profoundly by her little upturned nose, but evident in her almond- shaped eyes and small, pouty mouth as well. In the past year, her breasts had swelled to womanly proportions and her waist had narrowed considerably. Jim knew that she still had a year of physical maturing to do before her body would settle into a comfortable shape, but she was a wonderfully sexual being already. She was much more than just cute. Jim decided to snap Stephanie out of it once and for all. "If you're so inferior to my wife, how come I get just as hard thinking about you as I do my wife?" Stephanie was dumbfounded. Her eyes widened, and she briefly glanced down at her uncle's crotch. Was he telling her that he was sexually attracted to her? After all the fantasies she had made up about this relative taking her away to his beach house and making wild passionate love to her? Could it be? "Uncle Jim?" She couldn't believe it. "Yes Stephanie," Jim answered meekly, knowing the next move was in her hands. "Are you saying you want to screw me?" Jim looked up with a grin on his face. He could tell by the way she asked, it was not worry or fear that prompted the question, it was interest. It was almost an invitation. "That wouldn't be right, Steph. But I can't help the thoughts that go through my head." He cleared his throat. "I guess you should have told me," she said. "Maybe I'd act different or something. I mean, when I come swimming at the beach are you always looking at me in my bikini?" Jim smiled. "Which one? The little black one or that red one with the white stripes?" Stephanie smiled back. He obviously watched her if he had memorized her suits. "I guess the little black one gets you excited, huh? I bought that one on a dare from my friend Talia. You can almost see everything, eh Uncle Jim?" They were walking towards the main ranchhouse and a couple of cowboys galloped by, hooting and shouting. Jim felt conscious of the conversation he was having with his niece. "Yeah, you could see a lot. You sure could. Well, listen, Steph, I better get going before your Aunt tans my hide." She looked a little surprised by his sudden decision to leave, but was cheerful about it. "Will you come and watch me ride again this weekend?" He hugged her, crushing her to him in a reassuring squeeze. "I promise." She turned her face up towards his and kissed him on the mouth. "Goodbye Uncle Jim." He swore she licked her lips after she broke the kiss, but later thought it was simply his hormone-driven imagination. "My sister's kid wants me to fuck her," Jim confided to his wife that night. Jane put down her magazine and snuggled up closer to him on the couch. "Little Stephanie?" He guffawed. "Little Stephanie is a sexy sixteen year-old babe now." Jane pushed up so she could look into his eyes. "It sounds like you've been thinking about fucking her too." "Hey, how could I not? She's the ultimate sample of jailbait that I come into contact with on a regular basis." Jane reached down to her husband's crotch and started unzipping his fly. "You know I wouldn't mind if you wanted to try her out. Just don't let her become attached to you." She fished out his cock and started stroking it to full hardness. He looked down at his wife's busy hands. "But she wouldn't be half as exciting as you. If I talked to her the way I talk to you, she'd run away screaming." She dipped her head and popped the tip of his dick into her mouth for a second, then said, "Give her a chance. Maybe she's had fantasies about getting it up the ass and having an orgy with her brothers at a party. Maybe she's kinky as hell. You never know." Then Jim had a brilliant idea. "You two are pretty close, aren't you?" "Yeah," she answered warily. While she waited for Jim to explain, she idly sucked his cock. "Why don't you get the inside scoop. Find out what she's into. See if she's just curious about what it would be like for her uncle to fuck her, or if she's honest-to-goodness horny for me." Jane actually liked the idea. She slurped back the spit in her mouth and raised her mouth off his cock again. "That's a good idea. If we really get into some dirty talk, I can just ask her outright: `Would you like your uncle to slip his cock into your tight little pussy?'" Jim's dick twitched at that comment. "Wow. That would be incredible, if you could get her to talk down at that level. Jane, you're such a slimy fucking cunt." She smiled and got back to her oral assignment, continuing the suckjob to its logical end when Jim spewed forth mouthful after mouthful of creamy hot spunk. Jane picked Stephanie up at her high school at four o'clock the next day. The invitation was for Stephanie to come shopping with Jane and then get a bite to eat. "I'll pick up the tab," Jane had generously offered. Stephanie was waiting in the school foyer and her aunt's new Pontiac pulled up, she came running. In the white T-shirt and tight jeans she was wearing, Jane saw immediately what Jim had been talking about. Their little niece was quite a sexy sight. "Hi Aunt Jane," Stephanie exhaled. "What a great car." But Stephanie was actually looking at her aunt's attire. Jane was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and black fishnet stockings. She had high-heel black pumps on. The short black jacket she had on was open to reveal a white lacy corset which pushed up her breasts and exaggerated her already ample cleavage. Her hair was punked out with gobs of gel, and she had very dark eye makeup on. If she wasn't such a youthful, sexy lady, Stephanie would have been too embarrassed to be seen with her. As it was she was... well not exactly proud, but interested. "What do you think of my outfit?" Jane asked as she drove off. "Well, actually," Stephanie sniffed out a reply, "you look kind of like a whore." "Stephanie," Jane feigned disappointment, "I'm surprised you don't like it. Don't you think it's a kick sometimes to get all dressed up like a complete slut?" "Yeah, I guess I've done it before. Gina and I went to a party dressed like that once." She sat silent for a moment. "Are you wearing any panties? Gina tried to convince me not wearing them was part of the outfit." Jane clasped Stephanie's hand and pulled it into her lap. "Why don't you see for yourself?" Stephanie looked out of the corner of her eye at her strange aunt, but she wanted to know what was under that tiny leather skirt, even if she had to dip in with her hand to find out. Sure enough, when she tentatively poked her fingers between Aunt Jane's legs, all she felt was fur. She quickly drew back her hand and exclaimed, "God, you aren't. I can't believe it. Don't you feel the wind blowing up there?" "That's the best part. Are you ready to have some fun, Steph?" Jane asked as she pushed the accelerator to the floor and roared past the other traffic. "What kind of fun, Aunt Jane," Stephanie asked, gripping the edges of her seat nervously. "The kind that you don't need panties for. Are you ready?" "What would Uncle Jim say?" Stephanie looked over at her. "Oh, come on, Steph. Don't you get a little turned on thinking about getting some young stud all hot and bothered by flashing him some of your naughty parts?" The teenager laughed. "I guess so. I fantasize enough about it. But doing it for real... I mean what if the guy really wants to screw you after you get him going?" "Let him." "You're not serious? You'll end up getting divorced from Uncle Jim if you screw around on him." Stephanie seemed genuinely worried. "Jim knows about my little romps, but he also knows that I'll only ever love him. Just like I know that he has diversions and always comes back to me." "But Uncle Jim's not like that is he?" Stephanie almost hoped her uncle was not as committed to Jane as he seemed. Jane smiled at her niece. "What about the other day at the stables? You were quite tempting to him. I promise you it wasn't anything I said that held him back... he just wanted to make sure you knew what you were talking about. Did you Steph?" Stephanie was silent. "Well?" "Yeah. I suppose I've thought about Uncle Jim, you know, doing it with me. Are you sure you wouldn't be jealous? If that's true, I'd probably let him do it." Stephanie drifted off into a daydream involving her uncle bearing down on her, his huge cock almost bursting with lust. "So what do you say, Steph? I was thinking we could go downtown and get you a new outfit and then go to a few shoe stores so the salesman can look up our skirts. I swear it will be a dream come true for them." "Yeah--a wet dream. We can play with our pussies a little first so the lips stick out. It'll give them more to look at." Jane glanced over at Stephanie, her mouth agape in mock dismay. "You sound like you've done this before." Steph hit her arm gently. "No way... I've just fantasized, like I said." A thought suddenly struck Jane. "Do you want to play with each other's pussies?" Stephanie answered, "No," immediately, but then said, "I don't think that would be a good idea, Aunt Jane. I mean I think you're sexy and everything, but Gina and I have always decided not to do anything with each other even when we were really drunk one time. We don't want to turn into lesbians." "Well, it's up to you Steph. But as for me... I'll never stop loving a big hard dick shoved into my cunt." "Well, that's okay I guess, but the guys at this school are pretty pathetic and the only one I let fuck me fumbled around for a while and then came all over my leg." Jane did her best to stifle a laugh, but snorted anyway. "You poor girl. It sounds like you really need your Uncle Jim to teach you a few things. A gorgeous girl like yourself shouldn't waste her youth on little boys who would be just as happy jerking off." Stephanie stayed silent... she was thinking once again about her Uncle's cock. "But, you know, Steph," Jane went on. "Lately I'm kind of thinking I might be gay... but I mean I might be a homosexual man." "What?" Steph looked confused. "I've had this itch to get Jim to fuck me in the ass." "Aw, Aunt Jane, that's gross. Has he done it?" "Not yet, but I know he wants to. So what's so gross about it?" "Well, that's where you shit." "Yeah? So? We piss and bleed out of our cunts, but most people don't think anything bad about that. Your asshole is a hot, tight place that a lot of guys love sticking their cock." "Wouldn't it hurt?" "Yeah, but only as much as a big hard turd. If you relax and pretend you're shitting, it's supposed to be fantastic." "Well, I want to keep any possibilities open. Fuck, someday I might date a Greek guy." They laughed as Jane pulled into the parking lot of a downtown mall. "Please, Mommy, make me drink it." The man's voice echoed in the small one-room apartment. The sound wasn't buffered by any wall or floor covering, and the only furniture was a card table and chair. Sitting alone in the room, he was talking into a small tape recorder in the centre of the card table. He had his cock out and was stroking it. His cock was only semi-hard. "Make me drink your pee." At the moment that might have signalled orgasm for most men, this man began to urinate. His hand cupped the flow for a while, but eventually a golden puddle formed on the floor below his chair. The next sound was an incredible sigh of relief and pleasure. When he had finished pissing, he used the wetness to continue stroking, this time gaining a large erection. A few moments later, a few thick squirts of cum rushed out to join the piss already seeping into the floorboards. The man's work was done here. He wiped his hands off on a towel and put the tape recorder in his front pocket. Before leaving, he checked himself in the mirror over the sink of the grimy two-piece bathroom. He carefully locked the door with his key and joined the bustling street scene outside. No one would have ever suspected him for the pervert he was. Jane dropped Stephanie off and decided to stop by the office to pick up the monthly sales figures so she could work from home the next day. She felt her sleazy attire would not pose a problem because the security guard on nights never worked during the day, and she'd simply sign in using a phoney name. They never checked anyway. Unfortunately, when she got up to the office, she found lights on. This was surprising as Darryl and Lara didn't mention working tonight. She was even more surprised to hear moaning and panting from Lara's office. As her curiosity drew her nearer, she heard the muffled voices of Lara and a man she didn't know. "Come on you little slut, suck my dick. Make me cum." "Yeah, baby. Cum for me. Shoot it all over my face. I want to take a cum shower." "Really, bitch? Maybe you'd like a golden shower too." Now Jane knew how Lara liked her sex: mean. Jane wondered who the rogue was. "Yes. I'd love it. When you're done cumming, piss on me okay?" Jane gasped. But she was drawn nearer to the door of Lara's office. "You'd like that wouldn't you. A nice faceful of piss to wash off the cum." Jane thought about the man on her mini-cassette. He was into toilet games too. Could it be that same guy? They didn't sound similar, but anyone could disguise their voice enough to fool her. Jane had moved close enough that she could see through the crack between the door and the frame. Lara was on her knees, and the man, naked from the waist down, was sitting on the desk. When she wasn't speaking, Lara was sucking. Jane was fascinated by what Lara was sucking on: a huge black prick. And Lara's friend was not only black, but very muscular: his thighs were immense. Lara herself was a petite brunette, with very plain features that she always managed to beautify with expert makeup. At her best, Lara looked stunning. At her worst, she just looked a little tired, never ugly. It was her body that enabled her to attract an endless stream of men; she had awesome 38-24-36 measurements and a 38C cup. Although she always wore a bra, it was never the ironclad type, always something pretty and unrestrictive. Her ass was perfect, and she never failed to display it in butthugging slacks or sleek skirts. Jane was impressed with Lara, moreso now as she witnessed the girl's cocksucking talents, but she had never figured her for a pervert. The golden shower talk was out-of-character to say the least. Remembering that she was wearing nothing under the short leather skirt, Jane let her fingers wander under the hem, fiddling with her labia. Soon she was stroking her clit in rhythm with Lara's bobbing head. Lara's black lover started to huff and grunt, and he roughly shoved her off his shaft. "Here it comes, baby. I've got a week's worth of spunk stored up and it's going all over your fucking face. You ready for it bitch?" He aimed his piss slit at her chin and continued to stroke out the orgasm. "Yeah, do it for me. Cover my face with your jizz." Her wish was fulfilled a moment later when what seemed like a quart of milky goo squirted out all over her chin, cheeks, and forehead. It was as if he was purposely missing her mouth. Jane sank her fingers deep into her own shuddering pussy, empathizing as best she could with the man's orgasm. Lara stood up, smiling at her lover from under the mask of semen. "Wow, baby. You really haven't cum for a week have you? Don't you jerk off?" "No way, sweet thing. I get pussy when I need to let off some steam. Thanks for helping me out this time. You still interested that golden shower?" Lara giggled. "Not really. That was just fuck talk. You know. I've never actually tried anything like that." As if disgusted that she had misled him, the man stood up and fastened his pants. "Well, that's too bad, baby. I guess I'll have to go find a hooker who's into water sports. Nice meeting you." Lara began to wipe off the cum with some tissues. "Yeah. Thanks for the ride." The man started towards the door; Jane whipped her hand out of her cunt and ran for her own office. She managed to avoid discovery. Lara left soon after the mysterious dark stranger so Jane could go home too. Jim had bought a video camera for his business, but he found himself using it more frequently for personal reasons. He had taped Stephanie's riding competitions and a birthday party for one of Jane's nephews. When Jane stepped through the door dressed the way she was, Jim exclaimed: "Wow! Let me get the video camera." The getup was too good to miss. He filmed her from all sorts of angles, like a modelling shoot. He even used some special digital effects to make it look like a music video. But when he discovered that she wasn't wearing panties, he began concentrating on low shots that looked up. "Jane, you ignorant slut, your beaver is showing." Jane laughed and spread her legs a little wider to let the camera capture more than just a shadowy hint of pubic fur. "I think this little video could turn into a porno very quickly." "Too bad we don't have a full cast and crew. I can't do everything, my love." Jim was managing to stroke his dick through his pants while he kept his wife's fabulous body in focus. "I think a couple of well-hung studs to fuck you senseless would be just the ticket right now." "How about a couple of German Shepherds? Or a jolly old elf and eight tiny reindeer?" Jane was teasing him now, but her perversion was transmitted through the jokes. "Santa's Anal Farm Slut. What a concept!" Jim was following her now, as she moved out of the living room. "Where is my horny, punked out slut going?" "Into the bathroom. If you follow me with the camera you better be ready for a potty party on film." Jane smiled back over her shoulder. At the bathroom doorway she stopped and said straight into the camera: "Oooo, little boy. You followed me all the way into the ladies' room. I'm very embarrassed. You see, I need to use the toilet rather badly, and I know how much you want to fill the very holes I'm about to use. You see, little boy, I have to have a tinkle... but," she looked down coyly, biting her lower lip, "I also have to squeeze out a big stinky turd. You wouldn't want to watch that would you?" Jim was laughing to himself at his wife's playacting. "Well ma'am, I've never seen a women do her toilet things before." Jane smiled. She started to shut the door in Jim's face, but when he held it, she realized that all the talk in the past couple of days must have played on his mind. Did he really intend to capture her dump on videotape? "Okay, Jim, when I'm finished taking a shit, I want you to fuck me there. I mean in the ass." Jim gulped and lowered the camera as she closed the door on him. Later, as they lounged on the couch, Jim said to his wife, "You know Jane, you turn me on all the time. I think about fucking you in the ass all the time now that you've suggested it." "Really?" her doe-like blue eyes glanced into his crotch before coming to rest on his returning gaze. "I wonder if your big cock would fit in my asshole. Do you think it would?" "There's one way to find out." Jane was wearing only her summer robe, so she parted that and pulled her knees way up so he could see her cunt and anus. "Don't you think I might rip open if it doesn't fit." She traced her right forefinger along her perineum and around the puckered brown ring. Jim unzipped his jeans and hauled out his cock. It was semi- hard already and he stroked it while he moved closer to her. Jane placed her hand flat against the opening to her bowels, but did not lower her legs. "You'd just force that big thick prick into me wouldn't you? You're a bad boy, Jim." She was grinning. "I'm bad? What about you?" He stood up and moved around so his hips were beside her head--she was offered a tasty mouthful of cock. "Every time you go into the washroom these days you say something about your little asshole. I have fantasies about you sitting on the toilet taking a shit, because I know that when you've emptied yourself, I get to fill you back up with cock." Jane pondered that while she slurped Jim's dick into her mouth. Momentarily she stopped to say, "You're right. It's that weirdo on the tape... i've been thinking about that stuff ever since I heard it." She went back to sucking. Jim petted her the top of her bobbing head. "Do you think your mom ever took it up the ass?" Jane stopped sucking and giggled. "Why, Jim? Do you want to teach her?" Jane imagined Jim boning her fifty-four year-old mother up the ass; it was hilarious. "I think she could learn a thing or two... but I don't know if I'd be able to tame her. And an older woman... I don't know; lately I've mostly been thinking about young girls anyway." "Like Stephanie?" Jane teased. "Well, she's always on my mind, but I mean really young girls. Like Ellen's daughter." Ellen was Jane's friend from college. She had a cute little seven year-old daughter named Debbie. "Debbie? What do you want to do to Debbie?" Jane kept stroking his prick with her hand. "I don't know. Jerk off on her for starters." "That's about all you could do. But I think Ellen would be pissed off if you wasted your cum on her daughter; she'd want it for herself." Jane knew that Ellen was always hot for Jim. "So baby, what happened to that blowjob you were giving me?" Jim pushed her head back onto his cock. She bobbed a few times then broke off again to say: "I think I'll have to tell Ellen to teach her little girl how to suck a man's cock. It would come in handy if you're going to be around." "You better start by teaching Ellen herself how to suck cock. The blowjob she gave me at that office party a while ago left a lot to be desired." "She was drunk, Jim!" Jane pinched him sharply on the thigh for emphasis. "You're pretty pathetic when you're drunk too, you know." Jim laughed and reached down to tweak her left nipple. "You never complain, you little slut." She grabbed the base of his shaft. Through gritted teeth she said, "You're right, you fucking bastard. I take it any way I can get it from you." "Good," he said, lifting her up by her shoulders, "because right now you're going to take it up the ass." Jane shook her head. "I don't think I'm ready. Let's just fuck normally for tonight. But I promise, sweetheart, soon." Stephanie Porter was at her aerobics class at school. The small gym was crammed with nubile young girls much like herself. She stood out as one of the prettiest, but many of the others had equally hot bodies. One would question the need for them to work out so strenuously. But work they did: all of them were glistening with sweat. Sergio Mendez was watching the girls from the doorway of the gym, leaning on his mop and fiddling with the keys that hung from his belt. Serge had been the janitor at Tilson High for twenty years, and the greatest joy the job offered was the young female flesh that was so frequently on display. Stephanie suddenly became conscious of her bouncing breasts when she saw the janitor staring at her. He looked harmless enough: his expression was more of a happy glazed chicken than a demonic rapist. Stephanie noticed that his eyes wandered among the group of aerobicizers, but always came to rest on her again. She began to feel slightly self-conscious, and looked over at her friend Gina to see if she had noticed. Gina was oblivious to the old man; she continued her jumping jacks and hip-thrusts as usual. Gina had a boyishness about her that was probably not appealing to the janitor anyway. Her face was framed with close-cropped brown hair, and her body flared out only slightly in the requisite places. She was exactly the same height as Stephanie, but weighed more because her bigger bones were layered with pure muscle. Gina, Stephanie thought, was nevertheless sexy in her own athletic, zesty way. The workout finally ended and Stephanie noticed that the janitor was still watching her, so she called that fact to Gina's attention. "Hey, Gina," she whispered furtively, "see that janitor? I think he's horny for me." Gina furrowed her eyebrows. "So who isn't? Serge has been working here forever. Didn't you read the article about him in the school paper?" Steph never read the school paper. "Is he some kind of hero or something?" "No, but he's harmless. And you look like a Penthouse Pet right now, so any normal guy would be looking at you. Your tits were bouncing like a couple of gophers fighting under a blanket." Stephanie laughed as they moved towards the changeroom. "I wonder if he got a hard-on from watching us workout." "He probably doesn't have one anymore because you probably made him cum in his pants." "Do you think he can still fuck? I mean at his age?" Gina raised one eyebrow, but answered seriously, "He's not a senior citizen. I think he's only fifty. My dad is forty-eight and I know he still keeps my mom pretty happy." Stephanie hummed in deep thought as she peeled off her sweaty tights. Gina watched her and finally asked, "You're not thinking of making Serge's fantasies come true are you?" "God, Gina," Stephanie reacted with true distaste, "of course not. I was actually wondering if he could be capable of... well, attacking me." Gina was naked now too and they headed off to the crowded showers. "Like I said: he's harmless." Gina swatted Stephanie on the ass with her hand and the incident with the janitor faded into the backs of their minds. "So are you going to the dance with anyone?" Steph asked Gina offhandedly. "I don't think so. I'm not going to ask anyone that's for sure. The only guy who might ask me to go is Richard. And he's so obsessed with my ass that I don't think he'd even recognize a yearbook picture of me." They laughed, but Stephanie added seriously: "You've got to admit, though, Gina, your ass is one of your best features." "Yeah, but I do have a cunt too, and I'm not sure Richard even knows that." Stephanie laughed again, and hit her friend playfully. "Are you saying he'd only try to Greek you?" Gina looked around the changeroom to make sure none of the other girls were listening. "Hey, if he wants to stick his cock up my ass, I wouldn't mind, as long as he knew how to do everything else right." "Would you really let him?" "Sure." "Wouldn't you worry about... being clean for him?" Gina put a finger to her chin in thought. "I think any guy who wants to put his cock in the hole you shit with is taking his chances. I wouldn't care one way or the other." (continued in Part 1c) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |