Message-ID: <26890asstr$971723408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Hammer Time Reply-To: hammertime@satx.rr.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id LAA14316 Subject: {ASSM} Kathleen by HammerTime X-Original-Subject: Story submission - Kathleen Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 15:10:09 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, kelly, RuiJorge This story is a work of complete and utter fiction. Any similarities to any person, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. Permission is granted to freely repost this story. Kathleen by HammerTime I had just gotten home from work when the doorbell rang. Now, I don't get many visitors, so it was somewhat surprising. An even bigger surprise awaited me at the door. Kathleen. She was standing there looking rather disheveled, like she hadn't slept or eaten much in a few days. She had a plastic grocery bag in her hand, full of what looked like clothes. She smiled weakly at me and said, "Hello, Uncle Tony. Betcha didn't expect to see me here, huh?" No, I hadn't. Let me go back in time a bit. About ten years ago, I had met her mom, Molly, when I worked for her at a clothing store in the mall. I had struck up a good friendship with Molly and after she and I had both quit the store, we remained very good friends. We would share holidays with each other, watch videos, go out to movies, etc. Molly had two kids: Kathleen, or Kath for short, and William, or B.J. When I met her, Kath was about six, and B.J. was three. Molly was a single parent, so I became loco parentis to her kids. I told them to call me "Uncle Tony" until they got old enough to call me what their mother did. About two years ago, Molly met an Air Force officer and married him so quickly, there was barely a chance to say goodbye. He got orders to some base in California, and she and the kids moved out there with him. She was looking to get the hell out of Austin, so it wasn't unexpected. I felt somewhat betrayed. I had always been somewhat in love with Molly, but she didn't feel the same way about me. However, I'm one of those (rare) men who believe that if it isn't 100 percent mutual, it isn't going to happen, so I didn't force the issue. Molly and I still talked to one another on the phone about once a month, but we had been drawing apart for sometime. She had told me that while B.J. was adjusting well to his new father, Kath had turned into hell on wheels. Kath had always been something of a wallflower - she was rather shy and not very given to risky behavior. Her mother, on the other hand, was very outgoing, to put it mildly. Molly was not above bringing her boyfriends home late at night. I know, because I used to sit for her when she was out on a date, and I was introduced to them as I was walking out the door. One night, after saying good-night to Molly and her latest beau, Sean, I snuck around to the back of the house and looked in the window. Right there in the living room, Molly and her boyfriend were in mid-grope. I had always wanted to see Molly naked, and the opportunity was too good to pass up, so I watched them. They were standing there, lit on both sides by the light from the TV and the kitchen. The windows were coated with the sunblock stuff, which at night turned into a mirror on the inside when lights shone upon them, so I knew I couldn't be seen. There were no houses behind hers, just a fence, so I knew I wouldn't be seen from that angle, either. The slat windows were cracked just slightly; so I could hear them fairly well as they worked. They were kissing deeply, with their hands desperately seeking buttons and closures. They broke the kiss to lift his t-shirt off, but resumed it as he began clumsily unbuttoning her blouse. She reached between them to assist, presumably so he wouldn't rip the buttons off. Soon he had the blouse off and was reaching behind her to take off the bra. He couldn't seem to find the snap behind her, as much as he searched. She finally broke off the kiss and backed away from him, playfully pushing him down on the easy chair as she did so, holding her finger to her lips to silence him when he protested. She turned around to the stereo, quickly searched and found a CD on the rack, and slipped it into the CD player. Romantic music started to blare loudly; she quickly turned it down to a lower level. Obviously the kids had been playing the stereo earlier, and had turned it up to their customary loud level. She glanced worriedly in the direction of the kids' rooms, but relaxed after a few seconds. She turned off the TV and faced him again. He had taken off his pants by this time, but she stopped him before he could take off his jockey shorts. She began to slowly grind to the music, trying to be seductive. She wasn't much of a dancer, but it was working on him, and me as well. I could feel my dick start to grow, and I unzipped my pants to release it into the cool night air. She reached in front of her bra and unsnapped the button. Ah. A front-fastening bra. That's why he couldn't take it off himself. She didn't let it fly open, though. She held onto the bra cups and shook her C-cup tits up and down, grinning lavisciously all the while. He was grinning too, enjoying the spectacle. I began to stroke my dick slowly. She turned around and released the bra, letting it fall to the ground. She grasped her breasts and slowly turned around again, shaking her tits up and down again. Finally, she let them go, and they sprang out, a little saggy but not bad for someone in her mid-thirties and two kids. He applauded, but quietly. She winked at him and reached for the fly of her jeans. She unbuttoned the top button and zipped it down slowly. A pair of lime-green panties began to peek out through the v-shape at the top of her jeans. She turned around again, and slowly slid the jeans up and down, revealing just a little more of her panty-clad ass each time. Just as the song ended, she dropped the jeans altogether. She waited until the next song started, then began to slowly undulate to it's beat. Her ass was wiggling back and forth. Her thighs were a bit fleshy and dimpled with some cellulite, like you'd expect a woman in her mid-thirties to be. But they weren't really ugly, and I really didn't care at this point, anyway. She suddenly turned around and slinked towards him, her tits dangling as she leaned over him in the chair. She began to rub her tits on his head, much like a stripper would during a table dance. Her technique wasn't as good, but he was enjoying it. She rubbed all the way down to his dick, which I figure had to be poking out the top of his shorts, because he suddenly started when she brushed her head over his crotch. She looked up and grinned maliciously, then went down, teeth bared and snagged the top of his shorts in her bite. He rose up a few inches, and she used the motion to pull them down to his knees. She then used her hands to pull them down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. Not wasting any time, she headed right back for his dick and engulfed the head with her mouth. She looked at him lustfully, and then closed her eyes and began to concentrate on the task at hand. Her technique was pretty basic, nothing like I had ever seen in the movies. She simply bobbed up and down on his dick. And the angle wasn't that great; I couldn't really see what was going on because of the chair arm. However, the fact that this was my good buddy Molly doing this made it erotic as hell to me. I knew that if nothing else happened, I would remember this night for a long time. It didn't take him long to start flexing his body in anticipation of a climax. I saw his hips move up and down with her motions, and it enabled me to see her lips locked around his dick. From the looks of it, his dick appeared to be about six or seven inches or so. I couldn't hear him over the music, but he must have been pretty close to coming, because Molly suddenly stopped sucking and backed off. He grasped the head of his dick and stroked it, spraying her face and hair with about three bursts. I was getting pretty close myself, and was stroking harder. My legs were buckling from the strain of jacking off while standing, and I wanted to sit down. But when Molly stood up and turned towards the window and I saw the ropy strands of his sperm dripping off her face and onto her tits, I blasted my own come all over the side wall, being careful to avoid the window. It was all I could do to keep from crying out. Molly went into the kitchen, where I heard the sound of water running in the sink. When she came back she was clear of spermy residue. I took advantage of the time to take out my hanky and wipe myself clean as well. Molly came back to Sean with a rag in her hand, and proceeded to wipe him clean as well. As she leaned down to kiss him, I figured that was it, but he pulled her into his lap. I decided to stick it out a few more minutes, just in case. I wasn't disappointed. I could see his hands groping her breasts as they kissed. His right hand dropped down to her panties and began to play around the top of them. He began to stroke her through the material. I could see that her bush was peeking out over the top of them. I figured, now's the time to see if she's a real redhead. He reached down to the crotch and began to idly flick his finger back and forth across the front. She began to respond, so he began to flick faster. This was getting interesting, and my dick started to grow again. He reached into the top of her panties with his fingers and started to run his fingers back and forth. She broke the kiss and started to swoon as his fingers explored deeper. Suddenly he stopped and stood up, dumping her off his lap as he did so. She looked at him in protest, until he dropped to his knees and reached up to take them off. From my vantage point, I could only see her ass and about half of his head as the panties started to fall. But I saw his head move toward her crotch and start to bob up and down. However, his head wasn't really at the right height to lick her while kneeling, so he pushed her down in the easy chair. I caught a brief glimpse of her (rather hairy) bush before he began to feast on it; it appeared to be dark brown. In the dim light it was hard to tell. Oh, well. I knew he would have to floss after that mouthful. His pussy-licking technique was obviously very good, because she began to buck just like he had, squealing softly. Or perhaps she just wanted him to feel like he was doing it correctly. I wondered if she would wake the kids, because it obviously would be louder in there. I could see her tits wiggling, so I assumed that she was in the throes of orgasm. Her tits bouncing were a very erotic sight, and I did my best to memorize the motions for future masturbatory fantasies. As she began to relax from her orgasm, he stood up and began to move his crotch towards hers. She sat up suddenly, stopped him and said something. He shook his head in a "no" manner. She smiled and stood up and gestured to him to sit down, then turned and left the room. She was gone almost three minutes, and both Sean and I began to think that was it, because he started looking around for his clothes. I put my softening dick back in my shorts and prepared to leave, because I wanted my car to be gone before he headed out the door, lest Molly start wondering why it was still there. Molly came back in the room, wearing an extremely short housecoat, loosely tied at the waist. Her pubes were peeking out under it, and her cleavage was visible down almost to her navel. She held up a small square package, which she tore open. I saw that it was a rubber. She moved over to the couch and beckoned him to her. I saw that his dick, which had softened during her absence, was starting to harden again. She saw this as well, and reached out to stroke it, getting it hard. My dick began to harden as well, and I opened my fly again. As Sean's dick reached full-size, she kissed it impishly, and then slipped the rubber over it. She then unbelted the sash and lay out on the couch. He dropped to his knees and moved between her legs. She reached down to help guide him in, and they began to fuck. He began slowly at first, almost hesitantly. Molly wasn't having any of that. She grasped his hips and began to pull him down with her legs, deeper inside of her. I wished I could see the penetration, but unfortunately the couch ran parallel to the window, so all I could see was his hips raise and lower and her legs crossing across his ass. Suddenly he rose up somewhat and almost sat up. This obviously gave him better positioning, because he began to piston himself into Molly much faster. Molly's tits began that bounce again, and I began to stroke in time to the bounce. I could see her nipples doing circles in opposite directions around her chest. It was a sight that I recalled fondly, because my last sexual experience was with a girl with tits a bit bigger than Molly's, and her tits used to bounce the same way. This went on for several minutes, it seemed, until I could see that Sean was getting close to his orgasm. His face began to contort in that goofy-looking way that all men must look like when they have an orgasm. Molly wasn't far behind; she was making short moans and gasps. As the two of them exploded together, I once again anointed the sidewall with my spend. As I wiped myself clean with my hanky again, I noticed a light coming on in the direction of the kids' rooms. Molly quickly shoved Sean off of her and motioned him back towards her bedroom. He grabbed his pants and underwear and hustled. Molly quickly belted her sash and went to the hallway. I saw her talking to Kath, who had just opened her door. Molly spoke to her for a few minutes, then kissed her on the head and went back into her room. Molly leaned against the hallway wall and shuddered for a few seconds, then went back to her bedroom, picking up Sean's shirt on the way. I figured that the show was over, so I put my dick away and snuck out the back gate and to my car, very pleased with the show I had seen, but not more than a little bit jealous. However, my principles would not allow me to be angry, so I decided to cherish the memory. And I did, for many years. So moving back to the present, I suddenly was very surprised to find a sixteen-year-old Kathleen at my front doorstep, looking like she had just run away from home. California is a long way from Texas. I bade her come in, and closed the door. As she walked in front of me into the living room, I took stock of her condition. I could see what looked like hand-shaped bruises on the back of her neck, and tears on her t-shirt. Now I was worried. She dropped her bag on the couch and turned to face me, rather solemn-eyed. I said, "So, how are ya doing?" She teared up and started to cry, and I held out my arms. She grabbed me like she hadn't been hugged in years, and began to bawl on my shoulder. I let her cry for a few minutes, and then I moved her to the love seat and got her to sit down. I sat at the opposite end and took her hand, saying, "So, you want to tell me all about it?" She looked as if she might cry again, so I said, "You don't have to say anything right now, dear. As a matter of fact, you look rather hungry. Let's get some food into you, and then a shower." She nodded, and I went to the kitchen. Luckily, I had already fried up some hamburger meat and was preparing my bachelor's casserole: macaroni and cheese mixed in with a can of Cream of Chicken, hamburger, and a can of corn. Cook for 35 minutes at 350, and you're done. I turned to Kath and said, "Listen, this is going to take a little while to prepare. Why don't you hop in the tub and soak for about twenty minutes?" She nodded, too tired from her day to speak, and headed off toward the bathroom. When I heard the water running, I picked up the phone and called Molly. Before she had left with the kids to California, I had told Kath that if ever things got so bad that she couldn't stand it, she could stay with me. Obviously, things had gotten that bad and now she was here. I had also told Molly of this, and now I was obligated to inform her that Kath was here. I let it ring seven times before I hung up; she wasn't home. Cursing, I remembered from our last conversation that Molly and her hubby were going to Alaska for two weeks to fish and camp. I went into my home office and logged onto my computer, then wrote a short e-mail to Molly that Kath was here and safe, and that I would call her later when I knew more information. Before logging off, I got rid of the picture of the naked woman on my desktop, and replaced it with the Starship Enterprise. I then did a fast walk-through the house, putting away any x-rated material such as videotapes and stroke mags. I went back into the living room and saw Kath's bag on the floor. Needing information, I decided to search it. There wasn't much; a few pairs of dirty panties and a bra, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her wallet had no money in it either. I did find a box of birth-control pills. I put it back the way I had found it and went back to the kitchen. "Tony?" I heard her call. "Yes, what is it?" "Can you bring me my bag?" "Just a minute." I went to the living room and picked up the bag, thought for a minute, and went to the bathroom door. I knocked, and said, "Here it is, dear. But are these clothes clean?" She appeared to hesitate. "No," she finally said. I said, "Well, let me wash them for you, then. Toss me out your clothes you wore in there." She hesitated again, and then said, "But then I won't have anything to wear." "I'll get my robe for you. You can wear it while your clothes are washing," I replied. She sighed. "Okay." I heard rustling, then the door unlocked and a hand appeared, holding her clothes. I grabbed them and said, "Hold on, let me get the robe." I dropped her clothes on the washing machine and went to my bedroom to get the robe. I knocked on the bathroom door, and the door opened a crack. I placed the robe in her hand. As she grasped the robe, I looked up and saw the bathroom mirror. Reflected in it was Kath, naked as the proverbial jaybird. My eyes opened wide and I quickly looked away, but not before I had seen her bare butt. It was much firmer and rounder than I had expected it to be, because Kath had always been somewhat fat as a child. The kid must have been working out. She had been pressed up against the door, so I didn't see anything else. She took the robe and closed the door. I shuddered much like Molly had when Kath had nearly caught her that night so long ago, then went back to the kitchen shaking my head. While I waited for her to come out of the bathroom, I began to rationalize to myself that Kath, even though she was four inches taller than my five-eight, was still only sixteen and therefore JAILBAIT. And she had come to me seeking shelter, and it would be wrong to even look at her in a way that might be considered anything more than friendly. I had to play the "Uncle Tony" role. So I told my dick to sit down; you aren't going anywhere. I went into the laundry room and started the washer, then dumped her clothes in it. After these were clean, I thought to myself, we would go down to Wal-Mart and get her something else to wear, along with the feminine products she would surely need. Kath came out of the bathroom a few minutes later; the robe ended above her knees. On me, it goes below. I sighed, had her sit at the table and fixed her a plate of my bachelor's casserole. She tore into it as if she hadn't eaten in days. I sat a glass of milk on the table before her and she drained it, so I poured another half glass. I fixed my own plate of casserole and glass of milk, sat down across the table from her and ate my own dinner. She finished hers quickly, and looked up at me like Oliver. "There's more in the kitchen." She smiled, got up and fixed herself another plate. The washer finished its load, and I got up to put the clothes in the dryer. I sat back down at the table where she was eating a bit more slowly now, but still finished her plate and milk. She leaned back and stretched, and smiled a tired smile. "You want to tell me about it, now?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess so." It was a tearful story, but in summary it was this: She had come back to Texas to stay with her real dad, Molly's ex-husband, over the summer. He lived out in some small cow town about twenty miles away, and there wasn't much to do, except watch him and his wife get drunk. One day she had met this boy about her age in town, and she took a liking to him. Problem was, at least in her father's eyes, is that this kid was Mexican. To make a long story short, he caught them "having fun" out in the woods behind his trailer house, and went off. The boy ran off, and he grabbed Kath by the back of the neck (which explained the bruises) and dragged her into the house. He threw her into her room and slammed the door, telling her to strip for a beating. Kath grabbed the plastic bag that held her laundry and went out the window. It had taken her two days to get to my house, and she had been terrified the whole time. She had stayed off the main roads, for fear that someone would take her back to her dad's house, and now she was here. I had met her dad a few times before, and remembered him as a big guy (obviously where Kath got her six-foot height) with a gruff disposition. I had asked Molly what she had seen in him, as he was something of an asshole, and Molly had replied that she was young and dumb and in love. It briefly crossed my mind that he might come looking for Kath here, but I dismissed it. I doubted the son of a bitch even knew my last name, much less where I lived. Truth is, I knew a little bit more about the story than Kath had said: she had been sent to live with her dad because Molly couldn't handle her anymore. Kath was at that stage of her adolescence where she's the only one who's right, and Molly had given up. I had known years ago that something like this might happen. Molly's disposition for bringing her boyfriends home, plus the fact that Jerry Springer and Sally Jesse Raphael had mostly raised Kath during most of her early years, meant that she was going to get a lot of bad impressions as a teenager. Molly had also told me that Kath was sexually active with a pimply-faced kid from the neighborhood; her new hubby gotten up early one morning to fix some coffee and tripped over the two of them having sex in the middle of the living-room floor. That hadn't gone over too well, and was the reason Kath was sent here to stay with her dad in the first place. By the time her story had finished, her clothes were dry. I got them out and handed them to her and suggested she put them on again. I also handed her my Bruce Springsteen t-shirt, because it was in much better shape than the ones in her bag. She went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, I had my keys and wallet, and piled her into my truck. We went to Wal-Mart, and I took her to the clothing department and bought her a couple of pairs of pants and shirts, along with a nightshirt with Winnie The Pooh on it. She had always liked Pooh as a child. We also got her some fresh underwear and feminine doo-dads. Kath wore a starting D-cup, which put her up over her mom in breast size. When we got home, she was starting to look bleary-eyed. I said, "Okay, let's make up the couch." I went in the laundry room to get some sheets, and she went to the bathroom to change into her nightshirt. I looked at her when she came out and mentally shuddered. The shirt came down only to mid-thigh. Looking up, I could she had discarded her bra, and her teenaged tits moved up and down slightly as she walked. I mentally compared her to her mother's tits that I had seen years before, and could see that the bra size hadn't been wrong; hers were bigger. I quickly looked away. Fortunately for me, she was too tired to notice my discomfort. I spread the sheets out on the couch and she plopped down on them. She quickly swung her legs up and I got a glimpse of the new panties we had just bought her. I shuddered and quickly tossed the blanket over her. "Goodnight, Uncle Tony." I moved up to her head, kissed her on top. "Goodnight, darlin'." I finished tucking her in. "Uncle Tony?" "Yes?" "Thank you, you know, for ..." "Don't mention it, darlin'. Sleep well." Turning off the lights as I did so, I went back to my room, closing the door. I stripped with the intention of heading for the shower. A cold shower, because my dick was hard. Hard over a flash of flesh on a jailbait girl. A girl that I couldn't take advantage of, because she was trusting me not to. And so was her mother. I was about to open the door between my bedroom and the bathroom when I thought, let me just jerk off and get this hard on gone, then maybe I can sleep tonight. I went to my drawer and got out one of my favorite stroke books. I really didn't need the inspiration, but I guess I got it out as part of reflex. I lay down on my bed and started to beat my meat when I heard the outer bathroom door close. I stopped in mid-stroke, not wanting to make any obvious noise. Then I heard the toilet seat drop and the unmistakable sound of a young woman peeing. I stroked quietly a few more times, and then came explosively all over my chest. I must have shot at least five shots. I even hit myself in the chin. I heard the toilet flush, then saw the light go out under the door. I waited a minute or two, then got up and cautiously opened the bathroom door. Closing the main door, I turned on the shower and washed the sperm off my chest and chin. This was going to be a tough time to get through. The next day was Saturday, so I didn't have to go to work. Kath was still asleep, so I went into my office and logged on to my computer. There was an e-mail message waiting for me from Molly; she had gotten my message and was glad that Kath was all right. Unfortunately, she just couldn't make it down here to pick her up right away; could Kath stay with me for a few days while she make arrangements? I replied that yes, she could, as long as necessary. As I was turning off my computer, Kath poked her head in the door. "Good morning, Uncle Tony!" She was considerably more chipper than she had been last night. "Whatcha doin'?" "Oh, checking my e-mail." "You have the Internet? Cool. What do you have, AOL?" I scoffed. "No, darling. I don't use AOL. I have a cable modem." She oohed at that. "I used one of those once, they're really fast. Show me?" I said, "Not now, sweetie. Go get dressed, we're going out for breakfast." "Okay." After breakfast, we stopped at the grocery store and picked up some food. Being a bachelor, I don't keep a lot of food around the house, but if I was going to have a guest for a few days, I figured I'd better stock up. Thank God Friday had been payday. We went back home and watched movies all afternoon and evening. I kept sneaking looks at her, as she lay there curled up on the couch. Her tits were back in the bra, but that didn't stop me from noticing them as she reclined. And she had changed into her shorts, so there was a lot of creamy enticing leg to look at. It was a good thing I was wearing sweats, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to conceal my bulge. She fell asleep about 10 p.m. or so, right in the middle of Star Trek. I finished watching the show, then turned off the lights and headed for my own bed after tossing the blanket on her. I glanced out the window and noticed that a thunderstorm was brewing off to the north. I hoped it would head our way; we needed the rain. I stripped to my jockeys and t-shirt, grabbed the book I had been reading the other evening, and read until I got sleepy and turned off the light. I awoke to a loud booming sound - the thunderstorm had moved in all right and was right on top of us. I could hear the rain pitter-pattering off the windowpanes. I shrugged and rolled back over to go back to sleep. Suddenly the waterbed started sloshing. I thought it was the cat, but then a heavy object climbed in next to me. Kath. She had always been scared of thunderstorms as a kid, and I guess that hadn't changed. She threw her arm over me and hugged me tight. "Kath, you need to go back to your own bed." "Nooooo," she wailed. "I'm scared. Let me stay here with you, please?" "Kath," I said, trying to be firm. My dick was already rising. A loud thunderclap shook the house just then. Kath shrieked and buried her head in my shoulder. "Please, Uncle Tony! Please!" I sighed and said, "Okay." She burrowed under the covers and snuggled up to me. I had rolled onto my back while she was doing this, so as to conceal my rapidly growing hard-on. I began to roll over to turn my back to her, but she threw her arm over my chest before I could. "Uh, Kath, uh..." Another loud thunderclap rattled the windows and she clutched me even tighter, wailing in my ear. I sighed and decided to accept the inevitable. Extricating my arm, which had been pinned between us, I wrapped it around her neck and held her close. Soon her breathing became shallow and even, and she fell asleep. I, on the other hand, was wide-awake and couldn't do a damned thing about it. I don't sleep on my back; I sleep on my side or chest by preference. I was wearing only a t-shirt and jockey shorts to bed. I had a hard-on as strong as steel. And I had a mighty cuddlesome wench under my arm, and it had been a long time since I had one of those. Too damned long. I stared at the ceiling and tried to think of calculus problems to make my dick go down. But since Kath was lying on her side facing me with her arm draped over my chest, her teenage tits were brushing up against my rib cage. To make matters worse, I could see by the light of the window down her nightshirt, and the slight view I had of her upper curves was extremely enticing. Finally, she rolled over on her other side. I took the opportunity to extricate my arm from under her neck and as carefully as I could, slid out of the bed. In doing so, I had pulled back the covers, exposing her midriff. Her nightshirt had pulled up to her navel, and I could see that beautiful panty-clad butt. I swooned. Fortunately, I had left a dining room chair in my bedroom the other day, so I dropped my jockeys and quickly sat down. I was now nearly naked in a room with a sixteen-year-old, who didn't know what I was doing behind her back. I stared at that beautiful pair of panties and slowly stroked my meat. I was close to shooting off, and I wanted this to last a few minutes. I kept telling myself, "This is a sixteen-year-old, and also the daughter of the woman you used to call your best friend. You shouldn't be thinking like this. Get your ass out of this bedroom and go sleep on the couch or something." Yeah, right. Like they say, a hard dick ain't got no conscience. Then an amazing thing happened. Kath reached down and started to scratch her ass in her sleep. She couldn't get to the itch properly through her panties, so she stuck her hand down the back of them and started to scratch the itch. The glimmerings of an almost unholy idea came to me. When Kath was a kid, she would talk in her sleep. Sometimes you could even hold a conversation with her. Molly showed me one night when I was over at her house watching a movie. We thought it was funny as hell back then; now I thought of a way I could use it to my advantage. But what about the issue of jailbait, my subconscious whispered in my ear? Oh, fuck it. It's been too long since a woman was in my bed, and I'm not going to rape her, anyway. I just want to see what she's been teasing me with. I painfully stuck my dick back into my shorts, just in case she woke up. I got back into the bed as quietly as I could, but distributed the covers so that I could still see Kath's butt. "Kath," I whispered softly. "Mmmmmm?" she replied sleepily. "How are you feeling, Kath?" "Mmmmmm, okay." "Good." I gently placed my hand on Kath's butt, right on those beautiful panties. "Do you like that?" "Mmmm, hmmm." I began to rub my hand slowly up and down, caressing those beautiful globes. "Does that feel good, Kath?" "Mmmm, hmmm." I hooked my finger into the top of her panties, right at the label, so I could see right down her crack. My dick lurched, and it took a few minutes as I willed myself not to come. I gently allowed the elastic to spring back into place without snapping. I then reached down lower to her crotch, right where her pussy was. I began to gently frig her through her panties. "How does that feel?" "Mmmm, good." "Why don't you roll over on your back, dear?" "Mmmm, hmmm." She stayed where she was. "Come on, sweetheart, roll over." She seemed to hesitate, then rolled over on her back. I glowed with my success, and rewarded myself with a gentle feather touch on those beautiful breasts. Her nightshirt was the type that ties at the top, and I gently untied the clasps. This didn't reveal her chest, but the resulting patch of skin nearly made me lose control. Reaching back down, I resumed my gentle masturbation of her pussy through her panties. She began to moan slightly, so I became bolder. I moved my hand to the top of her panties, just as Sean had done for Molly all those years ago, and gently slipped my hand inside. Her pussy hair was wiry, but much less dense than her mother's had been. I gently moved my fingers through the forest. Kath continued to moan. I moved further south and found a bump. Her clit. It was larger than I had expected a sixteen-year-old's to be. But it sure worked, because Kath drew a sharp intake of breath. It scared me and I almost withdrew my hand, but her eyes were still closed. Then she spoke, "yeah, that's it. Rub it there." I smiled. She's done this before. I started to rub her clit gently, and she began to coo like a dove. "Oh yeah, that's it. Rub it good." I left my ring finger and pinky to balance on her clit while my other fingers started traveling lower, finding her hole. I tentatively plunged my finger inside her moist center, and she convulsed. "YES, that's it. Oh yeah!" She was on a hair-trigger, and suddenly my hand was wet. She was moaning and thrashing on my finger, getting her rocks off. I couldn't stand the pressure anymore myself, and I shot my own load into my shorts. As she came down from her orgasm, I quickly looked up at her face and her eyes were still closed. Her breath was still coming out in gasps, but she was calming down. And she still appeared to be asleep! Eventually she calmed down and began to snore. I slowly extricated myself from the bed and went into the bathroom and closed the door. Turning on the light, I looked at myself in the mirror and grinned a big-ole shit-eating grin. I sniffed my finger, licked it. It tasted like fresh young woman spend. I licked my fingers like they were ambrosia. I then went to the laundry room and grabbed a fresh pair of jockeys, tossing my soiled ones in the hamper. I smiled to think that Kath needed to do the same, but she didn't know it yet. I drained my lily in the john before climbing gently back into bed. My lovely Kath didn't stir. The next morning I awoke before Kath and got out of bed without waking her. Normally, I sleep late on Sundays, but my dreams had been too vivid and erotic. I went to the john and drained off my bladder, decided I wanted to live, and went to the kitchen to get my morning dose of caffeine. I don't know whether it was just because it was my normal weekend routine, or if my evil subconscious had a plan, but I didn't bother with putting on any shorts or pants. I wore the t-shirt I had slept in and the jockey shorts. I headed off to my computer to check e-mail. A message from Molly. It seems that Kath's dad had managed to contact her about Kath's disappearance. Rather than being the concerned parent, he had said that he "didn't want her ass in his house again." Which I figured was fine with Kath, as her mentions of him the day before hadn't exactly been kind. What an asshole that guy was. Molly was trying to make arrangements to fly Kath back to California, but if I didn't mind, would I be willing to put her up for a few days until she could get back home herself? I thought about this for a few minutes. The best thing would be to get the kid out of my house and the sooner the better, at least as far as my feelings toward Kath were going. But ...it was nice to have her around, and it would give me a chance to talk to her about her behavior. I decided to risk it. It should only be for a couple more days, anyway. Then, she would be on her way home, and I could go back to my established bachelor existence. I sent Molly a return e-mail telling her to take her time and call me when she got back to California. The next thing I did was to call my boss and tell him I needed a few days off to take care of something. He said, no problem, see you when you get back. I leaned back in my chair and the images from the previous night started playing again in my mind. My dick began to respond, and I started stroking it through my shorts. "Tony?" I almost jumped out of my skin. Kath was standing in the doorway to my office, looking at me, albeit rather sleepily. I dropped my dick and scooted my lap under the desk. How long had she been standing there, watching me? "Good morning, darlin.' How you feeling this morning?" She looked balefully at me and said, "Okay, I guess. I slept really well last night. Whatcha' doin'?" I tried to be as nonchalant as I could. "Oh, checking my e-mail, that kind of thing. You'll have to get used to it; I'm something of a junkie with this computer." "Okay. Who was on the phone?" "Hmm? Oh, that was me; I was calling my boss to arrange to take a few days off to spend with you. Unless you don't want to, you're going to have to spend a few days with me until your mom gets back from her trip." She smiled. "No, I don't mind. I like it here better than with either one of them." Oh, really? "Well, thanks for the compliment. However, I'm going to put you to work today, so you'd better go get dressed." "Okay, but you'd better go get dressed too," she smiled, turned and left the room. How much had she seen? We spent the better part of that day cleaning my house. Being a bachelor, I tend to be something of a slob, and Kath was always good at cleaning. Besides, she enjoyed it, so I didn't feel bad. At about 4 p.m., the house was about as clean as it was the last time my mother visited. At least Kath didn't give me shit about my bad housekeeping habits. I said, "Go hop in the shower, kiddo; then we'll go get something to eat." "Okay." She went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the ceiling exhaust fans start up. I went into the bedroom and started shuffling through my closet, looking for a clean shirt and slacks to put on. I looked towards the door where my bedroom connects to the bathroom, and noticed that it was not closed all the way; the door was slightly ajar. I moved closer to the door and realized that I could peek through this small crack in the doorway and see the bathroom mirror. And lo and behold, I could see Kath through the transparent shower door, washing her hair. The view was fogged slightly, but the ceiling exhaust fan was keeping the steam down. Kath had just finished her hair, and was squirting soap on the loofa I had bought for her. She turned away from the spray and started to soap those beautiful tits. I dropped the shorts I was wearing and started to stroke my meat, feeling an eerie sense of d j vu from eight years ago. Only this show was just Kath and I. As I watched, she started to move down her body, carefully soaping her stomach and pubes, then down her legs. She spent a few minutes on those, and then turned around to face the spray and wash the soap off, treating me to a view of that lovely ass I had seen only a portion of the night before. She then started to soap her backside, and I wished I were in there, doing it for her. She sat down on the corner shelf seat in the shower and took the showerhead off the wall, playing the water up and down her body. She looked closer at the showerhead and discovered that it was an adjustable type, and moved the setting to "massage." She then began to play the pulsing jets up and down her front. I hardly dared to hope that she might go farther, but she began to spread her legs. I could see a splash of pink through the sparse red forest that was her pubes. Aiming carefully, she turned the jets on her clit. They were obviously too hard, because she stopped, adjusted the setting, and tried it again. That was it. She began to stroke her breasts with the other hand, tweaking the nipples until they turned bright red. I noticed then that she had what is commonly called "puffies," which have always been a favorite of mine, even though I had never been with a woman who had them. My legs were beginning to buckle with the strain of trying to jack off while standing up, but I couldn't take my eye off the sight of Kath working to get herself off. She suddenly started to shudder, grinding her nipples in her hand that much harder, and put the showerhead right up against her hole, filling her womb with the warm water as she came. I started to shudder too, and filled my hand with hot spunk, so hot it seemed to burn. Didn't want to spurt it on the wall this time. Kath's orgasm started to subside. She suddenly looked up, as if she reaKathed that she was starting to take too long in the shower, and reached up to shut off the water. Hanging up the showerhead hose, she turned and reached for the shower door. I probably should have quietly closed the door by this point, but I wanted to see that beautiful body straight on. She got out of the shower stall, and moved towards the mirror. I backed up slightly, so I wouldn't accidentally nudge the door and alert her to my voyeurism. I could still see about half of her through the crack in the door, the beads of water dripping off her skin still flushed from the warmth of the water and her orgasm. That to me, was an even more erotic sight than what I had seen last night. She reached for a towel on the rack behind the door and in so doing, leaned against the door and closed it. The sudden shock startled me, and I quickly moved out of the bedroom, lest she become aware of my presence. I went to the kitchen sink to wash the remnants of my sperm down the drain. I sighed and tried to bring my heart rate down to a manageable level. I heard the bathroom door opening and looked down. I was standing there in just a t-shirt and nothing else. I hadn't grabbed my shorts on the way to the sink. Oh, shit. I pulled the shirt as far down below my crotch as I could and tried to walk as quickly as I could to my bedroom. Hopefully I could make it before she walked out. I had just made it past the bathroom door when she called out, "Okay, Tony. It's all yours. Sorry I took so long." I said, "That's okay, dear. I just hope you left some hot water for me." I closed the bedroom door behind me and breathed a sigh of relief. Stripping off my t-shirt, I headed for the bathroom. Actually, I needed a cold shower to make my still-hard dick go down, not a hot one. I was just opening the door to the shower stall when the bathroom door opened. Kath was standing there, barely wrapped in a towel. "Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot my hairbrush!" she exclaimed. I quickly grabbed the towel off the wall and wrapped it around my waist. I tried to be stern, saying; "You know, you really ought to knock before you open the door." She looked sheepish. "I know; I just forgot where I was. I'll go now." She grabbed the hairbrush and closed the door behind her. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror at where I had watching her just a few minutes ago. I was standing there, still with a hard-on. I thought, "Now, how deliberate was that? She had to have known I was in here." I looked at the door leading into the bedroom. It was easy to think it was closed when it was just barely ajar, but what if she had known it was ajar and left it that way? Maybe she had purposely left it ajar so that I would watch, and then "burst" in on me to see how I looked? Because there wasn't much chance she hadn't seen me in a fully erect state. Hmm. Yep, better hit the cold water. I had planned to go to McDonalds for dinner, but I decided on the way out the door that I'd do her one better. We went to a fancy seafood place, and I told her to go ahead and order the crab legs, because that's what I was getting. While we were sitting there, we talked about intimate subjects. She had known me for over ten years, and felt comfortable discussing such things with me because she knew that I wouldn't tell on her. Without going into explicit details, she said that she had experimented sexually for a few years now, losing her virginity at twelve. The first time hadn't been much fun, nor were the few times she had done so since. She let it slip that she got more enjoyment from herself than she did with the few inexperienced boys she had been with, and then blushed profusely at her revelation. I smiled and told her not to be embarrassed. Besides, with a twinkle in my eye, I said, "you just haven't been with anyone with any experience yet." She smiled at that, almost knowingly. "Someday, perhaps I will meet that person." This moment of reverie was broken up with the arrival of the waiter with our meal. We retired the intimate subjects and concentrated on cracking our crab leg shells and dipping them in the hot butter. After I had my fill, I leaned back in my chair, tossed my napkin on the table, and watched Kath working on the last of her order. This was a particularly tough crab leg, and breaking it open required a mighty hard pull on the tongs. She finally managed to crack the shell, but in doing so, her elbow bumped the table, hard. The resulting shudder was enough to knock a cup of butter in my lap. Fortunately, it wasn't hot. But it did make a large mess of my shirt and pants. She squealed and quickly grabbed her napkin and came over to my side of the table to try and mop it up. I tried to wave her off, saying it was all right. But she kept dabbing with her napkin at the butter spilled all over my pants. Now, I have been in a semi-state of arousal this whole evening, but having the object of my desires start touching my crotch solidified matters. I grabbed her arm and said, "Let me just pay the bill and let's go home so I can put these clothes in the wash before they stain." "Okay." She was looking at me somewhat strangely, but I just wanted to get out of there before anything else happened. I signed the chit and we left, me holding a napkin to my waist. When we got home, I headed straight for the bathroom and disrobed. Calling to Kath, I instructed her to take the clothes and put them in the washer. I handed the clothes to her while sticking my arm out from behind the door. I waited for Kath to start the laundry and for the cycle to start before I turned on the shower, not wanting to get burned or frozen during the first cycle. I had started soaping my front up and getting the congealed oily butter off my crotch when the shower door opened. Kath was standing there, naked as the day she was born, with the loofa in her hand. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" I thundered. "I came to help wash you off. I felt bad that I had spilled that all over you," she said timidly. I leaned against the shower wall and shuddered. It was one thing for me to sneak peeks at her while she was unaware, but THIS COULD GET ME ARRESTED. I tried to calm myself before I spoke. "Dear, that's nice, but you shouldn't be in here naked with me. I could get in real trouble for something like this." "Oh, I won't tell anyone. Besides, I'm the one who came in here, anyway." By now, most of my blood supply was starting to flow through my dick, so I wasn't thinking right anyway. And when she got in the stall and closed the door, I was in the early stages of paralysis. She got under the spray and started to soap up the loofa. I was still leaning against the wall, trying to get up the courage to order her out of the shower when she grabbed my dick and started soaping it up and down. "Mmm, so this is what I felt when I was in the restaurant," she said. She scraped the loofa along my dick and I squealed in pain. "Too rough on you, Uncle Tony?" "Get that thing away from me!" I said. "Okay. I'll use my hands instead." She squirted some liquid soap on her hands and started massaging it into my crotch, singing a little doggerel as she went. "Soap, soap, soap, that's the way we make it clean." Great, I thought. I'm standing here naked with a girl young enough to be my daughter, and she's singing a bastardized Wizard of Oz tune to me while she soaps my dick. I stared intently at the wall above her, knowing that if I looked down I would blow my wad. Kath finished her soap job, then grabbed the showerhead and adjusted the spray to a gentle level. She then aimed it at my crotch, washing all of the bubbles away until my dick was just standing there at attention, all pink from the hot water and her ministrations. It was all I could do to keep from shooting off, because something in my blood-starved brain felt to do so would make this sexual crime complete. "And now to make sure it's all clean!" Kath suddenly engulfed my dick in her hot, sweet mouth and started sucking on it like it was a Tootsie Pop. I quickly threw out my hand and grabbed the soap dish handle, because I needed the support to keep from passing out. "Kath, uhh..." "Mmmgrph," she said around a mouthful of my dick. "Kath, you shouldn't ..." She pulled off and looked up at me so sweetly, "Don't worry, Uncle Tony. Your little niece is going to make you feel so good!" She resumed her blowjob intently and with gusto. Her technique was amateurish, but at that moment I wasn't inclined to complain. Suddenly, she backed off, took the showerhead and aimed it at my asshole and soaped it really good. While she was doing this, she started licking up and down my shaft, never quite covering the head. When she had finished cleaning my asshole, she looked up at me, grinned and suddenly swallowed my prick, running her tongue around it like she would an ice-cream cone. I was starting to feel the familiar strains of an orgasm when she stuck her soapy index finger up my asshole, touching my prostrate. I thought I would blow the back of her head off, I came so hard. I had never had my prostate touched before, and the sensation was exquisite. My knees buckled, and I slid to the floor, groaning and shooting my wad all over her face and hair as I collapsed. She had backed off before I shot, so she got very little in her mouth. She laughed, leaned down and kissed me the kind of deep soul kiss that I would have never expected from someone so young. The drippings of my spend started to run down our wet faces along with the shower, but neither one of us cared. "Jesus, where did you learn that little trick with the finger?" I asked. She giggled. "I used to 'borrow' my mom's dirty magazines that she thought she had hidden in the closet. I didn't care for the pictures too much, but I liked the letters. I really liked to play with myself when I read them. I came across that technique one day, and it just occurred to me to try it out. How did you like it?" I rolled my eyes heavenward. Kath was a bit more sexually sophisticated than I had ever dreamed possible. She giggled at my expression, then stood up and put the showerhead back on its holder, then stepped under it to wash the remains of my load out of her hair. I was still sitting on the floor, trying to recover. She grinned mischievously and said, "Now it's time for you to return the favor." The top of my head was about even with the bottom of her crotch. She suddenly stuck her pubes in my face and said, "Your turn, Uncle Tony." Any reservations I might have had about her age went out the window at that point. I craned my neck upward and started to root through her pussy like a hog in a wallow. Her peanut-sized clit, which had been hard to see through the glass earlier when I had watched her masturbate in the shower, was now right in my face. I made a beeline for it and started sucking on it like it was a nipple. The water streaming off her body started to change taste as her juices started to flow into my mouth. It tasted spicy, like a young woman's cunt. I feasted on her clit and labia, humming my own version of the Wizard of Oz doggerel into her youthful twat. "OH, GOD! UNCLE TONY! YES, YES, YES! LICK MY CLIT! LICK MY CLIT!" Kath screamed. It's a good thing my house is a little away from my neighbors, or everyone would know of my jailbait crime. She started to shake with her orgasm. After about five minutes, my neck started to ache from the stretch position I was in. I pushed her back onto the shower seat and spit out a few red pubic hairs. Looking up, I saw my shaving gear on its shelf on the shower wall, and I got an idea. "If you're going to be my little niece," I said, "then you need to look like it." Her eyes got really big as I picked up the shaving cream and razor. "What'cha gonna do with that?" she asked. Instead of replying, I squirted some shaving cream into my hand, and then smeared it over her pubes. She looked shocked, but nodded eagerly. I knelt at her altar, and started to gently run the razor over those red curls, stroke by stroke, until there was no hair left. I had her lift up her legs so I could trim the few hairs below her twat. I also soaped up her asshole, making sure it was clean. I didn't repeat her trick, as I wasn't sure how sharp my fingernails would be. When I was done, I sprayed her cunt down with the showerhead until the last vestiges of shaving cream were gone. I then gave the tiniest of licks to her pearl, and she jumped. She was still on a hair-trigger. At this time, the water started to get cold. Not surprising, as we had been in there almost thirty minutes. I turned the water off and helped her up. We stepped out of the shower cubicle and I wrapped her in a towel and started to dry her off. I paid special attention to her now bare box, dipping my finger in and tasting her lovely juices. "I need to brush and dry my hair, or else it will get tangled," she said. "So take your finger out of my cunt and go prepare the bed, because I'm sleeping with you again tonight. And this time, I don't have to pretend I'm asleep!" "WHAT?!" I almost screamed. Kath grinned mischievously at me. "Did you think I didn't know? Why do you think I climbed in bed with you last night?" "Jesus H. Christ! Oh, you better get done quick, little girl. Uncle Tony's gonna do what he was dying to do last night." "Oooh, I can't wait. Are you gonna fuck your little niece?" "You bet your sweet ass I am. Hmmm. Might even do that, too," I leered evilly. It was her turn to look scared. "Ummm..." "Relax, kiddo," I said reassuringly. "I won't fuck your ass until you want me to." She still looked a little nervous, but I gave her a reassuring squeeze, and then slapped her on the ass. "Hurry up. I'm waiting for Round Two." As much hair as she had, I knew I had a few minutes. I lit the Ceremonial Candles That Were Never Going To Be Lit Until I Was Going To Get Laid and pulled back the covers on the waterbed. I went to the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of wine I kept in the fridge and two glasses. I shut the door behind me, so as to keep the cat out of the bedroom, and turned off the lights. I put on a CD I had made of "Music to make love by" on the boom box. The soft sounds of Vangelis started to drift through the air. Now, I was forgetting something...oh yeah. I turned on the light again, and rummaged around in the closet. I pulled out a box of rubbers and a tube of lubricant. Even though I knew she was on the pill, I wasn't taking any chances on her getting pregnant. I opened one of the rubber packets and took it out, then put the box on the bedside table, turned off the lights and got into bed. She came out of the bathroom and seeing the candles lit around the room, cooed in appreciation. She turned out the bathroom light and walked into the room. She stood there for a minute and said, "Oooh, how romantic." I stood there and looked at that gorgeous nude body and my passion started to rise. I patted the bed beside me, and I could see a sweet smile in the flickering candlelight. She climbed under the covers with her Uncle Tony. I pulled her under my shoulder and wrapped my arm around her, gently grasping her right breast with my hand. "So, you set your Uncle Tony up all this time, didn't you, you little minx?" She giggled. "Not really. But I could see that your dick was getting hard around me a lot, so it gave me an idea. And I'm glad I did!" I sighed. I may regret it later, but right now... "So am I, honey." I leaned down and found her lips with mine. She responded by reaching down for my cock and started to lazily stroke it. I continued to flick her right nipple. We shared this mutual masturbation for a few minutes, and then she sat up. "So, how do you want to start?" I said, "Why don't you ride me for a few minutes? Pretend I'm a horsie in front of the drugstore and you have a pocketful of quarters." What I didn't say was that I wanted her to control the speed for the first time, because I wanted to see how far she would go. She smiled. "Okay." She pulled back the sheet and exposed my cock. She leaned over and kissed it, then started to swing her legs over mine. I stopped her and quickly rolled the rubber down my cock. She looked surprised, but pleased that her Uncle Tony was thinking about her welfare. "Ready?" she asked. "Ride 'em, cowgirl," I replied. She moved up over me and reached down for my cock, then gently guided it to her hole. She looked surprised as the head entered. "It's so...big!" "Not really, sweetheart," I replied. "It's just a bit wider than what you're used to. Take your time and go at your own pace." She nodded and slowly inched down on my cock. I reached up under her armpits to offer support. She began to hunch down, inch by inch. It took her almost a full minute to get all the way down to the bottom of my six inches. Her cunt felt very tight as her muscles flexed and contracted around my dick. And she was very warm. Very warm indeed. She sat there and just luxuriated in the feeling. "I've got my Uncle Tony's cock in my cunt," she laughed. I grinned back. "Yes, you do, my dear. And your Uncle Tony's loving every second of it." She said, "Oh yeah, well you're gonna love this." She started to slowly rise until she had just the head of my dick in her cunt, then back down. Watching my dick disappear into her bare twat and then reappear was incredibly exciting, and it took an enormous amount of willpower to keep myself from coming right there. I had already had one mind-blowing orgasm tonight; I figured I was good for about two more, so I didn't want to waste them. Kath started to move up and down faster, using my arms as support. The upright position was starting to tire her out, so she wriggled free of my hands and lay down on my chest, her boobs bouncing against my chin. I tried to capture them with my mouth as they came closer and closer, but she would keep snatching them away, giggling all the while. I finally reached out and grabbed her tits with my hands and drew them to my face. I began to suck on them like an infant does with its mother. Interesting analogy, since this kid was under half my age. She didn't seem to mind; she started to moan. "How do you like my tits, Uncle Tony? Are they good?" she teased. "Mmmgrph," I replied. She started to hump my cock faster. Sitting up again, she reached down between us and started playing with her clit while she bounced on me. She lost balance, bending my dick backwards, so I grabbed her hips to steady her and keep her from breaking off my dick. I started shaking her up and down in time with her rhythm. "Oh, Uncle Tony, oh, oh, oh OH! That hair trigger was at it again. I could feel her silken cunt start to spasm around my dick, and it was all I could do to hold off my own come. Her cunt seemed to be physically hotter than it had been when she first mounted me. Kath shuddered, and then began to wail. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH! Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!" Then she began to shake uncontrollably, and slumped on top of me. I held her up, letting her finish out her wave. I couldn't hold it back anymore myself; I filled the rubber with what seemed a gallon of cum. After about two minutes, she lay down on my chest, my still hard dick in her still spasming cunt. Her juices were running down both our legs. She relaxed for a few minutes more, slowing down her breathing to the time of the music on the stereo. "Oh, Uncle Tony," she sighed. "Glad to be of service, little lady." She tittered. "Such a gentleman. Much better than the boys I've been with before. Will you teach me how to make love to you, Uncle Tony?" I pondered this for a few seconds, stroking her hair. "Sure, my dear. Are you ready for the next lesson?" She rose up on her chin to look at my face. "Okay," she said excitedly. I pulled her face back down to mine and kissed her gently. She started to French kiss me clumsily and I pulled back. "No, dear. Slowly. Enjoy the kiss." She smiled, then returned the kiss slowly. Gradually, I started to stick my tongue in her mouth, and her tongue started to dance around mine. She was a quick learner. We swapped spit for a few minutes, then I rolled her over, pulling my dick out of her cunt. She groaned, "Aww, Uncle Tony?" "Patience, my dear," I counseled. I pulled the rubber off my dick and tossed it aside. She asked, "Why did you do that? You're still hard." "A rubber is good for one orgasm. After that, it should be thrown away and replaced, if need be." "Ah, I see." I got up and fixed us each a glass of wine. Kath took hers and we held them up in salute, then I sipped at mine while she drank hers quickly. Adolescent effect. "That was a small glass, Uncle Tony. Can I have some more?" "No, dear. Too much alcohol too quickly dulls the senses." I took her glass and mine and set them on the nightstand. I tore open another rubber package and palmed the rubber. I knelt down between her legs and looked at her beautiful bald box. Her labia were fairly engorged with blood, and her clitoris was peeking out from under its hood in expectation. I started to gently blow on it, and she giggled. "That tickles, Uncle Tony." I grinned and mischievously ran my fingernails up and down her stomach. She cackled and almost kneed me in the temple. She had always been very ticklish. I grabbed her knee and steadied her, then knelt down again. Curling my tongue, I began to roll her clitoris back and forth. The quick intake of breath told me that she wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Not surprising; adolescent boys don't usually know the first thing about cunnilingus. Using my index finger, I cautiously began to explore her womb while maintaining the treatment on her clit. She was beginning to make whimpering noises, but they were ones of ecstasy, so I became bolder. I added my middle finger to the mix as her womb became more receptive to my touch and began to moisten in greedy anticipation of something more. I stole a glance upward. Kath was holding onto her breasts and tweaking the nipples; her eyes were tightly shut, and her mouth was open in a wavering pattern, making incoherent sounds. Yep, I think she likes this. My fingers were very wet with her juices, so I removed them and rolled the rubber over my index finger. I did so that I wouldn't scratch her with my fingernail during my next trick. I rolled it around her womb to get it thoroughly wet, and then tentatively poked at her tiny asshole. Her eyes flew open and she jumped, almost making me bite her clit in the process. She dropped her nipples and reached for my head, but I quickly moved my hands to catch hers and grasp them. Our fingers intertwined and she began to relax. Backing off from licking her clit, I disentangled my fingers, sat up, and then placed my index finger back in her wet pussy, then poked at her asshole again. She jumped again, but not as much as before. I began to slide my wet finger up and down the entrance to her asshole, just over it, getting it wet. She relaxed a bit. Good. I put my rubber-coated finger back in her hole to get it wet again, and repeated the process a few times. Then I pushed the tip of my finger in her bunghole and she jumped again. "Ooooh, Uncle Tony! That's so dirty!" "No it isn't," I said. "We just washed it in the shower, remember? Besides, you did it to me, so turnabout is fair play." I began to explore her asshole with my finger, just up to the first knuckle. Boy, it was tight in there. Her powerful sphincter muscles kept trying to push me out, but I stayed firmly in there. Gradually she began to relax, and I was able to push further in. "Look, baby. Uncle Tony's almost got his whole finger in your asshole. How do you like that?" She didn't answer, she was trying to come to grips with this unexpected situation. But the expression on her face was more pleasure than pain, and I could tell that an orgasm was starting. Time for the next stage. Pulling my finger out, I quickly lifted her hips up even with my chin and started to rim her. She squealed at the new sensation. My nose, which was buried in her womb, smelled a sharp change in her scent; she was staring to come, and hard. "OHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! YES! OH MY GOD!" I smiled through my face full of teen pussy and ass. Perhaps someday, someone will come up with something else to say in the throes of orgasm, but prayer seems to work fairly well. Kath kept shuddering and yelling for at least forty seconds more. With her legs draped up over my shoulders, her feet were drumming a tattoo on my back. That was starting to hurt, so I let up on the licking. Gradually her feet stopped kicking, and I lowered her butt back on the bed. She just lay there, gasping for air. I rolled the rubber off my finger and tossed it aside. My face was literally dripping with her spend; she had done something which I have only seen on video; she had sprayed me with her cum. I pondered if I should put a towel under her, and then decided, "Screw it. I can always wash the sheets." My old knees were starting to cramp from being in the kneeling position, even on a waterbed, so I stretched out beside Kath on my back. I reached for another rubber packet and palmed it. When Kath had recovered sufficiently from her orgasm, she rolled over and cuddled me like she had the night before, except this time there was no nightshirt to get in the way. "Oh, God, Uncle Tony. That...that...that was..." I smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed that, my dear." "I've never felt that good before, ever. No one has ever done that for me. Thank you." Nothing makes a man feel as good as compliments about his technique, especially coming from someone half his age. I stroked her red hair idly as she continued to hold me tightly. Presently, her wandering hand found my cock, the tip all slick with pre-cum. "Hmm," she mused, "what's this? Is this a dagger I see before me?" I looked at her sideways and said, "Where did you learn Shakespeare?" She giggled and said, "Don't ask me what play it came from; it's the only thing I remember from the month we spent on it during English class last year." I laughed and replied, "Only if you keep my secret; I was an English major, and I can't remember more than a few phrases myself." She winked in the flickering candlelight. "It'll be our secret, along with everything else tonight." "Are you ready for lesson three?" I asked. "Yes." Sitting up, I swung my leg over her torso, straddling her chest. Taking her budding breasts in both hands, I wrapped them around my shaft. "This, my dear, is called a tit-fuck." "Oh, yeah. I've seen pictures of this on the Internet." "You have?" "Yeah, B.J. knows where to find them, and since he knows more about the computer than Mom does, he can cover his tracks. He showed them to me." I continued pushing my hard-on through the channel I had created between her breasts. I started inching forward, moving the head of my dick closer to her mouth. She was watching the head appear and disappear between her tits, back and forth. "Grab your tits, dear, and hold my dick between them." She did so, and I let go. I used my free hand to play with her bald beaver. "Now, my dear, you need to try and capture my dick in your mouth as it comes close to it." She giggled. "Okay." She craned her neck forward to try and suck on my pistoning cock. I was careful to only allow her to lick the head of it, teasing her. She realized what I was up to, and craned her neck forward even further. It became a game between the two of us; she would try to gather me in, and I would play "keep away." Whether it was because her neck was getting tired, or if she had just had enough, she suddenly growled and, dropping her grip on her tits, grabbed the back of my ass and pulled it forward, engulfing my dick in her mouth. She sighed contently, and started sucking on me like a baby on a bottle. I stopped her. "No, dear. Lick it. Lick it like it's an ice cream cone." She looked up at me, then took my dick out and began to slurp on it. "Slowly, slowly, my dear. Be sensual. Act like it's the best-tasting ice cream cone you ever had, and you want to take your time and enjoy it." She nodded, then began to slowly lick from the bottom of my dick all the up to my glans. "Now circle the head a few times, that's it," I said. "Now back down again." She got the idea quickly, and began to repeat the process. After a few repetitions of this, I moved up slightly and said, "Now, carefully, without using your teeth, suck on my balls." She took my dick out of her mouth and said, "But they're covered with hair!" I smiled. "I know, dear. But if you want to get your pussy licked when it's covered with hair, you have to be willing to do the same thing." "Yeah, but you shaved mine!" she said accusingly. Good point. "Yes, but that's because you're my little girl fuck, and I want you to look like a little girl fuck." Which I thought was a pretty good line. She pondered this, then gave in. Opening her mouth wide, she tried to cram my big balls in at once. "No, dear. Slowly. One at a time. Pretend they're jawbreakers. Don't bite them; just suck on them." She was getting into it now. She pursed her pouty lips and attached them to my left testicle, drawing it into her mouth. She rolled it around in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Then she pushed it out and repeated the process on the right. I was pleased with the progress of my student. But my muscles were starting to tighten up and I knew I would come soon. This time, I thought, my darling Kath would drink my come. "Okay, now go back to the head, dear." She released my balls and reverted to her gentle cocksucking. "Run your tongue around it in circles. That's it." I could feel my balls tightening. I wouldn't last much longer. "Kath, I'm going to come in your mouth." Her eyes opened wide in protest and she started to open her mouth to let my cock go, but I patted her cheek gently. "I want you to keep my come in your mouth. Try to keep from swallowing it, okay? That way, you won't gag on it." She hesitated, then nodded, her mouth still fastened to my dick. I looked at those lovely lips surrounding my cock and that was enough. I began to spurt my juice into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide as the jets hit the roof of her mouth, and her cheeks bulged out, but she managed to keep from gagging or swallowing. As the throes of my orgasm subsided, I pulled my dick out of her mouth and before she could spit, I stuck my tongue in her mouth and we shared my salty load. This surprised her greatly, but she took it well, transferring spit and sperm to my mouth and back. Finally, I broke the kiss with most of my spend still in her mouth. "Now, swallow it," I said. She made a face, so I added, "It won't hurt you; besides, it's full of protein." She nodded and dutifully swallowed it, then stuck her tongue out at me. "Yuck." "Ah, but my dear, that's part of the game. You can choose to spit or swallow, but men are more impressed with those who do. Don't ask why, it's a guy thing." She grinned, then started to laugh. "A Guy Thing?" I lay back and we both giggled helplessly for a few minutes. Gradually, our laughter subsided, and we both dozed off, satiated for the moment. I did wake up about an hour later and got out of bed and blew out the candles. Kath rolled over and started to snore, so I went to the john and relived myself, then crawled back into bed. I rolled Kath over again so she would stop snoring, and then snuggled up to her, spoon style. I woke up earlier than usual, mostly because Kath was snoring in my ear. I saw that the morning light was starting to leak from behind the mini-blinds. I knew that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep during that noise, so I eased out of bed and went to the bathroom, did what was necessary, grabbed a quick shower, then out to the kitchen. I opened my morning can of Diet Dr. Pepper (I don't drink coffee) and sat down in front of the TV to watch the top of the hour Headline News. I was nude, but this time I didn't care, because of the night I had just had. I managed to get through the sports before dozing off again. I awoke to a wonderful sensation - a warm mouth on my dick. I opened my eyes and saw that Kathleen was practicing her blowjob skills again. I reached out to stroke her hair and she turned at my touch. She took my dick out of her mouth and said, "I'm hungry." "So you decided to do something about it, then?" I smiled. "Yeah, but actually I'm really hungry." I nodded, although somewhat reluctantly. "Okay, let's fix some breakfast, then. We can continue with this later." I got up off the couch and put on some clothes. Kath shot me a questioning look and I said, "I don't want to burn myself on the stove. I'm going to make my grandpappy's famous hotcakes." "Oh. Can I help?" "Not really; the kitchen isn't big enough for that. Go grab a shower if you like. I should be done when you are." She nodded, then headed off for the shower, after stopping to give me a soulful tongue kiss. I got the Bisquik box off the pantry shelf and followed the instructions on the label, just like my grandpappy did. Soon the kitchen was filled with the smell of hotcakes, and Kath came back in, sniffing the air appreciatively. She was running a comb through her hair, but was otherwise nude. We ate our breakfast leisurely, and then washed the dishes. When they were done, she turned to me and grinned impishly. "Time for lesson four?" she asked. I grinned. "Sounds good to me." We raced to the bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes as she rolled on the bed and looked up at me expectantly. "So, what's next?" "Oh, we'll see what you've learned, then augment the lesson as needed." She smiled and reached out her hand. I pressed the play button on the CD player and the music we had been listening to the previous night started up again. I took her hand and climbed into the bed. I lay back on the pillows and held out my arm, and she snuggled under my armpit. I wrapped my arm around her, and pulled the covers up around us to keep us warm. I looked up and could see the two of us in my dresser mirror. Her youthful face and my balding head. I suddenly had a pang of guilt about the difference in our ages and our shared history. "You know, we really shouldn't be doing this," I ventured. "Doing what?" she asked. "Laying here together, nude. Making love. I mean, you're young enough to be my daughter, and considering how long I've known you, you practically are." She thought about this for a few seconds, then said. "That's okay. I've actually had this fantasy for several years now, ever since I started having feelings about boys, you know?" I was taken aback. "Huh?" I stammered. "Oh, yes," she replied. "You know, all that Freudian shit about how girls want their fathers and boys want their mothers." "The Oedipus complex, you mean?" "Yeah. I read about it in psych class. Anyway, since my mom and dad split when I was young, and you were over at our house all the time, I began to look at you as my dad. I know you wanted my mom, but she didn't feel that way about you. Since she didn't, and then she got married to my step-dad, I always wanted to make it up to you." "Well..." I stammered. Flattered and shocked as hell, I was. She grinned and gave my now-hard dick a squeeze. "And this weekend has been the best time I've ever spent." I mulled that over. "Hmm...that's the first time I've been told I was anyone's 'best time ever.'" And I hugged her tightly. She returned the hug, then leaned up to kiss me. "I'm ready for the next lesson," she said, pulling back the sheets. I reached over on the nightstand and took another package out of the box. At this rate, I'd have to go get some more soon. I handed her the rubber. "You put it on," I said. She took the rubber out of its package, and put the cap on the tip of my dick. She attempted to roll it down, but it wouldn't roll. I laughed and said, "Turn it over." She did, and the rubber started to unravel. "Now slowly, slowly. Make it last. Be sensual about it." She slowed down. "Be careful, don't trap any of my hairs in the rubber. That hurts." She finally reached the bottom of my shaft and looked expectantly at me. "Now what?" "Lie down." She did so, and I ran my fingers through her lower lips, checking to see if she was wet enough. She was sloshing. My ego received its second boost of the morning. I moved between her legs and mounted her. "This is called the missionary position." She gasped as I entered her and began to stroke in and out, slowly. "Do you know why it's called that?" I asked. She looked at me quizzically, as almost anyone would if someone asked such a question during sex. I was trying to maintain my own control, so I continued. "It's called the missionary position because that was the way the Christian missionaries who were trying to convert the local peoples had sex." She smiled, then said, "Shut up and fuck me, hard." I smiled back. "Okay, you asked for it." I began to piston in and out as quickly as I could. I watched her breasts start to make that circular motion that I remembered so fondly from watching her mom's tryst just a few years ago. The thought almost had me shooting off, and I slowed my pace to try and hang on. I leaned down and started to French kiss her, and she returned the kiss eagerly, our tongues sparring madly. After a few more minutes of this, I began to get tired. (I am getting older, you know!) Reaching under her back, I rolled us both over so that she was on top. "You remember this from last night, don't you?" I asked. She grinned. "Oh, yes." And she began to bounce up and down on my dick like she had the evening before. She swung backwards again and I yelped in pain. "What's the matter?" "You're trying to break off my dick!" She looked worried, "But..." I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward. "Don't lean backwards like that. You bend my dick the other way when you do that, and it hurts," I said soothingly. She looked quizzically at me again, then nodded in understanding. Leaning forward, her canal moving more inline with the angle of my hard-on, she began to bounce slowly. I grasped her butt cheeks and started to move her faster. She caught the rhythm and started to bounce. She moved backwards a few times, but I just gritted my teeth through the pain. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her ample chest down to my mouth, so that I could chew on her tits while she fucked me. She liked that and I let my hands fall back to her ass. But what really surprised her was when I started to gently slap her ass cheeks. Her eyes flew open wide and she yelped, then she got that "cool" look on her face and that goaded me to start to slap harder. "Yeah, baby. Do you like fucking your Uncle Tony while he spanks your butt? Huh? Do ya?" "Oh yeah, Uncle Tony. Slap your little girl's butt. Slap me while I fuck you. Ohhh! Oh, yeah!" She began to shudder with a powerful orgasm, and it was all I could do to keep from filling the rubber again. As she began to come down from her orgasmic high, I pulled out of her spasming cunt and she protested. I quickly rolled to the side and rolled her over so her butt was facing my crotch and started to root around for her hole. She grasped what I was trying to do and positioned my dick at her entrance, where I sank in easily. "This is called side-by-side, or spoon fashion," I said, continuing the lesson. "It's useful when one or the other partner is tired but they don't want to stop fucking." What I didn't mention is that this was my favorite position. I wasn't lying about being tired or wanting to stop fucking, but it also gives me access to the woman's tits and cunt with my hands. I reached down in front of her and began to tickle her clit. She cooed appreciatively as I continued to piston in and out of her hot hole. We fucked that way for at least ten more minutes, which gave me time to gather my strength for the next part of the lesson. Pulling out, I instructed her to get on her hands and knees. I went around her pretty posterior and started to kiss and lick her cunt and asshole, slathering her flowing juices and my spit all around her holes. I then got up on my knees and mounted her. "And this is called doggy or Greek style." Grabbing her hips, I started to slam her butt cheeks up against my dick. She moaned and writhed just like the proverbial bitch in heat, starting her second orgasm of the morning. I struggled to hold out, because there was one more thing I wanted to show her. I wet my fingers with my saliva and started poking around her pretty puckered asshole. The sensation of having her asshole touched while being fucked from the rear set off her orgasm, and she began to wail again. Her juices were running down both of our legs. She slowed her pistoning with the force of her orgasm, and finally just slid off my dick and collapsed on the bed, moaning. This was my cue. I leaned down close to her ear and said, "Ready for the final lesson?" She groaned, and I started running my fingers up and down between her cunt and asshole, greasing it up. Then I positioned my dick at her anal opening and started to push it in. "Hey! What...ohhh...that's my..." she moaned. I had pushed the head of my dick into her shit chute and stopped there. "How do you like that, my dear?" I asked. "It hurts." "Do you want me to stop?" She hesitated, then said the magic word. "No." "Okay," I replied, "but tell me if it hurts and I'll stop." I slowly started to sink my dick further into her colon. Her sphincter muscles were squeezing my dick like a vise, trying to push me back out, but I had weight and position going for me. At the two-inch mark, Kath gasped heavily, and I stopped. "You okay?" She groaned, then said, "Yeah. Keep going." I took it another inch and asked again, "Okay so far?" "Uh-huh." I stopped at four inches and started to ease back out. Her muscles seemed to push me back until my dick popped out of her hole. I looked down and saw that her asshole was open. I started to push my dick back in. This time, it was easier going back down, but her muscles still clenched around my dick. I started pulling back and this time I didn't get pushed out on the return trip, so I started to piston slowly. The two of us began to grunt in time with my thrusts. Soon Kath started fucking back at me, getting into the new sensation as her sphincter adjusted. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and I closed my eyes to really enjoy this fantastic scenario playing out in front of me. Kath started to get into it as well. "Oh yeah, Uncle Tony. Fuck my ass. Fuck my fucking ass. Oh yeah. Oh God!" She's praying again, I thought wryly. I opened my eyes and looked down at my dick going into her rear, and that did it. I blasted so hard I thought I would burst the rubber. The force of my orgasm caused me to pull out of Kath's asshole, and I fell over on the bed beside her, almost knocking myself out on the frame in the process. I rolled over on my back and looked down. There was my dick, glistening with Kath's juices and some shit on the rubber. I could see that the reservoir tip was engorged full of sperm. I looked over at Kath, who was still on her front. She was still shuddering from the force of her third orgasm of the morning. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed a few Kleenex from the box and wrapped them around the rubber, carefully pulling it off so as not to soil the bed or myself with her shit or my sperm. I then used a few more Kleenex to clean off my now softening dick. I looked over at Kath, who was starting to catch her breath. She looked over at me with that "just got her cookies" grin and flung her arm over my chest. With my last remaining strength, I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her gently. "So, did I pass my final exam, teach?" "With flying colors, my dear." She smiled, then said, "So that's what it feels like to be fucked up the ass." "Did you like it?" "Yeah, but it's not something I want to make a regular habit of." I nodded. "I can see that." She smiled again, then lay her head on my chest and dozed off. After the force of my orgasm, I was sleepy as well, and joined her in a nap. The phone rang in my ear a few hours later, startling us both. I disentangled myself from Kath and answered it. "Hello?" I said sleepily. "Hello Tony. It's Molly. Did I wake you up?" That woke me up. "Molly?" Kath sat up at the mention of her mother's name. "Yeah. I woke you up, didn't I?" "I...uh...yeah. I must have dozed off. Do you need to talk to Kath?" "No, I don't have time. I've got to make this fast. I'm going to be stuck here in Alaska for a few more days. Can Kath stay with you until Sunday? Cupping my hand over the phone, I turned to Kath. "How about it, kiddo? Want to stay until Sunday?" Kath just smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yeah, sure. We can do that." "Good. Thanks, Tony. I owe you a big one." I smiled a big smile. It was a good thing Molly couldn't see me right now. "Don't worry about it. What are friends for? Besides, Kath and I have been having a lot of fun together. I've been teaching her some new stuff." "Great. Listen, I've got to hang up. This call's costing me a fortune. I'll call you on Sunday. Give my love to Kath. Bye" "Bye," I said, but Molly had already hung up. I lay back on the pillows and looked at Kath. "So, what do you think we should do until Sunday? She lay down next to me and grabbed my dick. "I don't know, but I'm sure we'll think of something." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+