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CHAPTER EIGHT

Carole was dreaming that Tony was kissing her cunt. When she woke up, she saw at once it was Jim, for there before her eyes was his cock. He was up on his hands and knees over her, with his face just above her loins. With the tip of his tongue he was teasing her clitoris, and the cock that had violated her cunt was hanging down right before her eyes.

The fiendish little bastard knew just how to tickle her clitoris. She had awakened already partially hot, too hot to resist getting boner from the continuing teasings of his tongue. Once again, Carole thought she knew what they were up to. Under Ellen's diabolical guidance, Jim was going to tongue-tease her right up to the point of her having an orgasm, and then when he fucked her from the front, she'd lose all control and eagerly enter into the fuck. She knew their plan would work, if she let them carry it out. She also knew it couldn't work at all if she bit Jim's cock off.

"Oh-h-h. Oh, that feels so good," Carole crooned, in all sincerity, and arched up her hips for more.

Jim raised his head with the raising of her hips to go on with his teasing.

"Mm-m-m, and it looks so good," Carole lied, now raising her head toward the ugly, bulbous red knob of Jim's cock.

She reached out with her tongue and found she could touch it, though the taste of it almost made her sick. She flicked it with her tonguetip again, and that caused Jim to shudder and squirm, and it brought a reaction from Ellen, too.

"I think she's trying to suck you off, Jim. Would you like that?" Ellen said.

"Nnn. I like this," Jim said, fully involved with the fine, firm, pink and gold cunt just before his eyes, greatly enjoying the virginal taste of it and the sweet scent of a teenaged girl in heat.

His cock came a little closer, and Carole could reach more of its knob with her tongue. The sensations in her cunt, undeniably delightful, were there to keep her mind off the strong taste of male as she licked and lapped the end of his cock and tried to reach for more.

Ellen had taught Jim well about the ways of eating cunt. If Carole hadn't known better, she would have thought it was Tony teasing her toward a sexual frenzy. But she kept her mind on the job of biting Jim's cock when she could as she licked its velvety knob. It wasn't, as hard as she'd thought it would be. Its shaft was certainly hard, but its knob was rubbery firm, and not nearly as unpleasant as she'd thought it would be when she'd lured him close enough for her to get her lips on his cock knob.

She had heard about cocksucking. She and Tony had laughed about how men would do almost anything to get a woman to suck on their cocks. Though all she could suck on was the very end of it, she knew that with patience she could get his whole cock in her mouth and then give it a good, hard bile. She had gotten quite used to the flavor of cock. It was oozing its nasty old jism, and Carole pretended to relish it greatly. It was making her saliva flow freely, and she had to keep swallowing that and his jism as her suckings lured him ever closer.

Carole felt Jim's sigh against her very warm, very wet cunt, and then she felt much more than that when he lowered his head and sucked on her clitoris. What she felt was almost an orgasm, and that made her writhe all over and reach up and suck in more of Jim's cock. She had the whole knob in her mouth now, ready to sink her teeth into it the moment the exquisite sensations in her cunt ceased to flow.

His cock had a shape that was just right for sucking. The ridge round the knob of it seemed made for a pair of lips to hang onto while they sucked in much the same way they would suck on a cunt, very steady, with rhythmic pulses of stronger sucking. An orgasm flowed through Carole's body with absolutely heavenly results. Jim was right down there with his nose and his mouth in her gushing wet cunt, giving her such a beautiful sucking and licking that she couldn't be mad at him.

In his excitement he'd pushed his whole cock in her mouth, and as her orgasm flowed and swelled and made her glow with womanly delight, Carole worked her gullet on the knob of his cock, swirled her tongue around its wonderfully hard, hot shaft, and strained very hard at the bonds at her wrists so she could hopefully break free and get her hands on his cock as welt as her mouth.

Carole, writhing and thrashing as much as her bonds would permit her, now drew up her knees. Jim lowered his head between her legs and probed with his tongue in her fuckhole. With his arms wrapped around her thighs, he spread out her very firm cuntlips and reached in with his tongue. The change in his position drew his cock partially out of her mouth, and now she was sucking on the end of it again when he began to turn.

Carole could feel it cumming. He had cum in her twice already, so she was familiar with the throbbings and pulsings of his cock that signaled the start of his creamings. The thought flashed through her mind that now was the time to bite him, but then, that thought departed as his jism flowed into her mouth, salty and sweet, very rich and very warm, and so very delicious she couldn't waste a drop of it.

His jism flowed and flowed, along with Carole's orgasm. While his lips sucked on her clitoris, she sucked just as ardently on his cock. While his tongue lashed her clit, hers flashed over his spurting cock knob. And while he had her body to hold onto as he came, she had his jism to swallow in quantity, and this she did with great gusto till there was no more to come.

His jism glowed warm in her belly. While Jim rested in Ellen's arms, his jism spread its warmth throughout Carole's body. She lay on the bed, basking in it, in a heavenly sort of stupor, more asleep than awake.

"If you can keep up your strength," Ellen said to Jim, "we'll make her forget all about her girl friend Tony."

"I'll sure do my best," Jim said, grinning at his beautiful blonde cousin, who appeared to be sound asleep.

They left the room. Carole had to force her eyes open. She refused to be taken advantage of in this way. She sat up, awkwardly inched her way to the bedside phone, and very laboriously managed to dial Tony's number. Tony answered, and Carole quickly told her about how she was being held prisoner, and she begged Tony to get her out of there.

"Darling, how can I steal you away from your own mother?" said Tony.

"I don't know, but you can't leave me here!"

"I'll see what I can do. Did you get the thousand dollars?"

Carole started to tell her the truth, then said, "Yes, I have it all. Come get me as soon as you can."

"I'll see what I can do," Tony said, and blew Carole a kiss on the phone and hung up. Carole managed to hang up the phone before she collapsed on the bed in a deep sleep.

Jim and Ellen lost count of the number of times he fucked Carole in the next few days. They kept her tied to the broomsticks all the time. Jim would arrive in mid-morning and Ellen would arrange his flowers for him while he did his duties with Carole. He alternated with his cock from her cunt to her mouth to her asshole, resting between each stop, and then going back for more. From time to time he took a turn with Ellen, for the continual fucking and sucking on her bed had her in a constant state of frustration. The heavy sex action took it's toll on Jim, and a few days after Carole's arrival, he appeared at Ellen's door one morning very red-faced, and in the company of his father, Bert.

"What a pleasant surprise," Ellen said, drawing her negligee closed over the very brief panties and bra she had on. "What brings you here to visit me today?"

Bert jerked his thumb in Jim's direction and said, "He told me all about it. I've watched and wondered how he was wearing himself out. This morning when he fell asleep twice during breakfast, I finally got it all out of him."

"All of it?" Ellen said, and Jim shrugged and nodded.

Bert said, "Sis, don't really mind your showing Jim the ropes when it comes to sex. I wish I'd had an older woman to do that for me when I was his age. And I think what you're doing with Carole is just the right thing. Lesbians are the lowest kind of creatures on earth, and someday Carole will thank you for deprogramming her like you're doing."

"I'm amazed at your liberal attitude, Bert. Amazed and very relieved," Ellen said.

"The only problem is," he went on, "how are you going to know when she's through with her lesbianism and really ready to stick to men? If you don't have the answer to that, I do."

Ellen didn't have that answer and she readily agreed to her brother's plan. Ten minutes later he was stealthily entering Ellen's bedroom.

"Uncle Bert!" Carole said, and sat up on the bed.

Her wrists were still bound to the broomstick behind her, and her ankles to the broomstick down below. She was naked, of course, and on one of the pillows of the bed was a stack of the sex picture magazines which Ellen had been using as a supplement in changing her daughter's sexual inclinations. Bert quickly closed the door behind him and went to her and began working at one of the knots on her wrists.

"Jim told me all about what's been going on here," he said. "Ellen's gone out shopping and Jim's waiting in my car. It's terrible what your mother has done to you. I'm going to take you to my house where you can rest for a few days and decide whether you want to prosecute her or just go on your way and forget it."

"I'll never forget what you're doing for me, Uncle Bert. It's terrible being held prisoner. Now I feel like a princess being rescued by a handsome knight." Carole meant what she said. Her uncle was truly a handsome man, and his coming like this was a Godsend to her. The moment one hand was free, she embraced him, and he slipped his big, strong hands around her slim supple waist and warmly and reassuringly patted her there. Gratitude shined in her eyes as she held out her other wrist to him.

"You'll be safe at my house," he said. "I'll see to it that little sex fiend son of mine doesn't bother you. And it'll be a treat for me to have a lady around the house for a little while."

"You've never remarried? I can't understand why."

Bert bashfully grinned as he reached for the knot at one of his niece's ankles, and he said, "I've just never found the right woman for me." He glanced up at her. She was rubbing her wrists with her hands held before her beautifully upright young tits, and Bert said, "And if you don't get some clothes on pretty quick, you're liable to find out why."

Carole looked back at him, puzzled. She glanced at his loins, and her eyes opened wider, for the bulge in the front of his trousers was quite pronounced, and quite large. The sight of his cock bulge and the size of it gave Carole a queasy feeling, though not at all an unpleasant one. She was still looking at it as he freed one of her ankles, and she flexed that leg and continued to rub her wrists. And he kept glancing at her as he fumbled about with the one knot remaining of Carole's bonds.

The bulge in his pants continued to swell. Carole wanted very much to get out of that house she'd been held in, but her fascination for what he had in his pants was consuming her. She had to know just how big her uncle's cock might get.

She reached back behind her and handed him one of the magazines, and said, "They made me look at all sorts of pictures like this. Isn't it awful? I never saw anything like that before in my life."

"Terrible," said Bert as he leafed through the pages, "at least for a girl of your age. But I've got to admit I have a collection of these at my house."

"You must be terribly lonely," Carole said, stroking his shoulder, running her hand over the nape of his neck, inhaling deeply and again getting that queasy feeling at his very masculine scent.

"You'd, uh, better get dressed," said her uncle. "You're in a hurry to get me to your house?" she said with a smile.

"I'll take you right to the bus station if you want. But not like that," he said, nodding at her proudly upright young tits, her smooth, flat belly, the tuft of blonde hair that showed from between her sleek legs.

Carole used Bert as a prop as she got up from the bed. At bedside she staggered and almost fell. "I'm not used to walking. I'll have to limber up a little."

She did a few deep knee bends. She bent over and touched her toes alternately. Bert sat on the edge of the bed, looking from the picture book to her, and she smiled at him in the prettiest of ways when he let the magazine slip from his hands.

"It's one you've already seen, Uncle Bert?"

"No, but it's got nothing in it that can come close to what I'm seeing now. You'd better put on some clothes."

Carole steadied herself with a hand on his knee as she did some more knee bends. Her tits were so firm that, in spite of their admirable size, they hardly jiggled at all as she moved up and down. Her smile was still there as she exercised, facing him with her golden-haired cunt moving up and down. His gaze followed it. She was much more than a beautiful child, and Bert had much more than just her welfare in mind by then.

Carole stopped with her knees deeply bent, and she placed her other hand on her uncle's other knee. Though her body was very womanly, her smile was impishly girlish as she said, "What's that you've got in your pants, Uncle Bert?"

"Never mind. Just put some clothes on."

"But I want to see it," she said, pouting very prettily now, and reaching put with one finger to touch the long bulge in the front of her uncle's pants.

"We'd better go before your mother gets back."

"You can protect me from her," she said, running the tip of her finger up and down that long bulge, and giggling at the way he squirmed and fidgeted.

"Carole, you're making things very difficult for me," he said.

"Hard is the word," she replied and, still giggling, slowly and deliberately drew down the zipper of his pants.

She had trouble in getting his cock out. It was so long and thick that she had to unbuckle his belt. Bert simply sighed in mock resignation and leaned back on the bed, and swallowed a smile of pride when at last his niece freed his cock from his pants.

A very hot, tingling glow suffused Carole when Bert's cock was there before her, naked and huge and hard as could be. Now she was gaping instead of giggling as she beheld it, ten inches of flaming hard cock that looked as big around as her wrist.

"Uncle Bert, it's so hard and hot!" she whispered, curling her fingers around it. It was so hard that it curved back toward his belly in its fully erect condition. It was so hot that she couldn't let go of it.

He made her let go of it. He pried her fingers from around it and excused himself and started to get up from the bed. Alarmed, she asked him where he was going, and he replied, "In the bathroom to do what I can about getting rid of this thing. I can't walk out of here like this."

"No!" Carole cried, and pushed bin back down on the bed. She moved closer between his outspread knees, clasped his huge cock most possessively in her hands, and said, "Masturbation is very bad! Even for grown-up men." Her smile returned. Her hands stroked it gently and lovingly. "But I could take care of it for you."

"We've got to get going," he muttered, but he didn't get up from the bed.

"What a beauty!" said Carole, moving closer still, and smacking a kiss on its great big head. She laughed at the way he gasped, and laughed again as she clasped it to her bosom, held it between her lovely warm tits, and then squeezed her tits closed over it. And with it nestled between her tits, she said, "Is this why you and your wife got divorced? Were you just too big for her?"

He nodded. "That's not all. I'm not like your boys. I'm not like Jim. It takes me a very long time to cum. I'd better go into the bathroom, Carole."

Carole immediately took Bert's cock from between her tits and took it inside her mouth. It made her jaws open wide to do it, but then it felt more than comfortable there as she smiled through her eyes at her uncle and sucked cm the wonderful mouthful.

His flavor was even stronger than his scent had been, and she had loved his scent. The mouth in the end of his cock was large enough for her to slip the tip of her tongue inside it, and there she could taste his first oozings as they came up fresh from his balls. His cock was much too large for Carole to take the whole thing in her mouth as she'd so often done with the cock of his son. This was a cock that was meant for fucking, not sucking, but it thrilled her to suck on the end of a cock that was so big and strong. She was holding it in both hands, and still there was much of its shaft that she wasn't touching. The ridge around its knob was heavy and thick, and she could hook her tonguetip under it and tease him as she sucked. She was breathing faster and faster as she held it and sucked it, watching the smile on his face grow dreamy and lustful as she knelt naked on the floor in front of him. Carole felt just exactly how her uncle looked, both dreamy and lustful, when at last she drew her slick, soft lips off the end of his big, hard cock.

She still held it tightly in both of her hands. She kissed it and hugged it against her cheek, kissed it again and said, "I want to feel it in me, Uncle Bert. I'll never be happy until my Prince Charming puts his cock in my cunt."

"I'm too big for a girl of your age."

"Well never know for sure about that till we try. Let me help you off with your clothes."

Carole had to force herself to let go of his cock long enough to take off his shoes and socks for him. He took off his shirt and stood up, and Carole quickly pulled down his trousers, exposing a pair of balls that made her gasp.

"Uncle Bert, you're built like a bull!" she said. "Just let me touch them a minute. Just let me take those big beautiful balls of yours in my hands."

Carole reached up almost reverently and felt the weight of each one of them in her palms. She had come to greatly enjoy looking at Jim's balls, and kissing them whenever they'd been put within reach of her mouth. Now, with her Uncle Bert, it was as if she was being given a whole new set of sexual organs to use, and those organs were the hands that had been tied behind her back for so long.

The hot, hard feeling of her uncle's cock still lingered in Carole's hands as she now hefted and caressed his big balls. Just above the big globes, heavy hanging in their sac of satiny skin, his cock still stood proudly upright, but his balls were of such magnificent proportions that she could for the moment ignore that vast beauty and devote all her attention to his nuts.

She gently drew them forward, leaned her head back and touched her lips to his balls, and Bert's hand moved toward his cock. She blew, her warm breath in the deep hollow between his balls and his thigh, and he softly moaned and took hold of his cock with his hand. She put her hand on his, staying him, as she burrowed her pursed lips up in the deep dark hollow, inhaling his fragrance and kissing him warmly.

As Carole drew back, all starry-eyed and aglow with a steadily throbbing inward warmth, she eased up her uncle's hand away from his cock and said, "Please, Uncle Bert. Let me take care of that for you." She nuzzled her warm, soft lips all along the hard, pulsing underside of it and said, "I don't think it's too big for me." She took it inside her mouth once again, swirled her tongue all about it and licked up its fresh oozings, and then when she could, she said, "At least let me try."

Bert sat down on the bed. He was sure it was futile for Carole to try to get his cock in her cunt. Since his divorce he had turned to the services of whores for relief, and not all of them would take on a man of his size. But, with her hands and her words and her mouth, Carole was very persuasive, and Bert knew he'd have the strength to stop her if he saw she was going to hurt herself with his cock.

At her urgings, he got in the middle of the bed. She followed right after him, not for a moment letting go of his cock and balls. She got up beside him, all naked and beautiful, all eager and young and very eager to please.

She sat astraddle his thighs, and with his cock in both hands, pressed its hard length against her cunt. It was her cuntlips that kissed it now, and those cuntlips were very warm and wet and clinging.

"I'm sure we can get it in me if I get it all nice and wet," she said, moving her hips forward and back, sliding her juicy wet vulva up and down its underside.

Bert lay back in ail luxury, hands clasped behind his head, gazing lovingly at this girl he had known since she'd been an infant. He'd seen her naked many times then, a soft-skinned cherub of all innocence and laughter. Even now she had a look of innocence about her as she clasped his cock to her moving cunt and sat on his naked lap. Her tits were not to be believed. They looked as if they were made out of her original baby skin, and their nipples though very large and extremely rigid just then, looked every bit as sweet and as delicate as they'd been when she was a baby. But this girl wasn't a baby any mote. Her waist was narrow and her hips were just comfortably wide, there was womanly hair around the cunt that was kissing his cock, and she had a pair of tits that were thrusting out at him.

He reached out and took her tits in his hands, and she smiled in encouragement. They were wonderfully firm and full, and their nipples fit right in the palms of his hands. As he warmly massaged her tits, a lovely, tremor rippled visibly through her young body, and she raised up on her knees and directed the fully engorged knob of her uncle's cock through the lips of her cunt.

She got it lodged against the portals of her cunt, very warm, very wet, and there it stopped.

Bert sighed and said, "I told you I was too big for you."

"That's the trouble with you older men," she said with a smile. "You're too impatient."

"And just what do you know about older men?"

"I'm learning, I'm learning," she said, and continued to smile as she rubbed and pulled his bulbous big cock head against the very tight ring of her fuck hole.

She pulled and she strained. The portals of her cunt were itching like mad, and though the big knob of Bert's cock was helping to assuage that itch, she felt it would never disappear till she had him fully inside her. She had half of his cock knob inside of her cunt, and though it was hurting a little, Carole persisted in pulling him upward and wriggling her cunt down on top of his cock. She'd learned that a little pain very often comes as a prelude to real pleasure, and she knew she'd find more pleasure from this cock than she had ever found with Jim's.

Bert, stroking Carole's legs and watching her increasingly frantic struggles with his cock, said, "It's no use, Carole. Just sit back and let me look at you while I do it by hand."

"OH!" Carole cried, as with a great effort she popped the big knob of his cock up inside her cunt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she said suddenly, all out of breath and holding onto his cock and squirming about with her hips. It was stretching her cunt to the limit. It was hurting her more than she'd expected, but she was making no move to climb off the mammoth cock whose bulbous end was so tightly wedged in her cunt.

"Honey, I'm going to hurt you, and I sure don't want to do that," said Bert. It felt like a tourniquet had been placed just under the ridge of his cockhead, but the tourniquet was very warm and slick, and he could feel it pulsing with wonderful young life. His niece looked close to fainting. His cock looked grossly obscene and in another way quite beautiful. Seven or eight inches of that thick organ jutted up out of his hairy loins, then disappeared into the very tender flesh between the girl's legs. It was wedged so solidly there it looked as if it would never come out. Carole no longer had to hold it in her hands as she hovered over it, mouth open, eyes half closed, hands clutching at her creamy smooth thighs and hips slowly and constantly gyrating.

Her words came out jerkily as she spoke. "It's all right! It doesn't hurt much at all! Oh-h-h, you're inside me! Oh, what a big, big cock you have! More! I've got to have more of it!" she said.

Still moving her hips, she lowered more of her weight on the big upright pole sticking up in her cunt. She was wincing again and again, and though Bert deplored hurting her in any way, he was so thoroughly fascinated by the slow progress of his cock in her cunt that he couldn't think of stopping her.

"It's so big!" she kept saying, as she kept getting more of it in her. She hadn't gotten it quite wet enough, for there was a great deal of cock for a cunt the size of hers to lubricate. Still and all she got three or four inches of hard, hot man-meat in her cunt before its progress turned in the lips of her cunt and stopped her further process.

"Hold still, darling," said Bert, and gently pried her puffy wet cuntlips out from between his cock and her cunt, while Carole hung over his loins, breathing rapidly and shallowly and arching her hips back and forth.

Bert laid her cuntlips open, and still they clung to the shaft of his cock very tightly. Now at last he could see Carole's clitoris, and as he touched his finger to it, Carole exclaimed, "Oh, Uncle Bert! Uncle Bert, I'm going to cum and I don't want to do it till you do!"

"Take what you can get when you can get it," said Bert, and rubbed her clitoris most warmly.

"Oh! Yes! Oh! Eek! I'm cumming!"

She squealed and moaned and flung her hips about. He kept rubbing her clitoris quickly and lovingly. Her tits and her asscheeks were all aquiver and her orgasming cunt was sucking up more of his cock. Still rubbing his niece's clitoris and feeling some pain himself as the very tight fit engulfed more of his cock, Bert lay back grinning and watching the quivering, jerking contortions of the girl who was sinking lower and lower over his loins.

"All of it! I'm going to get all of it!" Carole triumphantly shouted, as her golden hair merged with the brown hair of her uncle's loins, and her quivering buttocks sat down on his thighs. He took his hand from tier cunt and placed both his hands on her hips, and still the orgasms flowed in her body, from her cunt to her brain and back.

"OH-H-H! OHH-H-H-H-H!" she said, shuddering and quivering everywhere, rocking forward and back on the wonderful thing that was so deep inside her, and moving just an inch of it out of her widely stretched cunt.

"Don't lose it," Bert said with a grin, and pushed it back inside, and by so doing instantly produced a new peak in her orgasms.

"Oh! I just love it!" she cried, trying for more of the same, but far too uncoordinated by the sweeping orgasms in her hotly glowing body.

Bert helped her along. He flexed his hips back against the mattress and shoved upward several times, softly and gently, enough to give them the friction they both had to have now. Those first tiny strokes were laborious, but now as her orgasms flowed, her sweet, fecund juices flowed with them, and his cock slid more easily in her. Bert was fucking her now, inch by inch, and Carole was taking all he could give her with no complaint.

She fell forward against his hairy chest, rode him like a jockey on a horse, while he fed her more and more of his wonderful cock. When she sat up once again, there was a grin on her face, and it still held a great deal of the innocence he'd seen before. She was swaying from side to side now, massaging the very tight walls of her cunt with his cock, and now she lifted her lithe hips and tilted her pelvis repeatedly, massaging the widely stretched portals of her cunt, and feeling hot friction against her clitoris. She was in a rapture of ecstasy, her fine young body all flushed pink with her pleasures with young cunt completely filled with hot cock.

Carole pursed her pretty lips and grinned as she braced her hands against Bert's hard belly and pushed herself up and down on his cock. One inch, then two were sliding in and out of her cunt. She was still cumming, endlessly it seemed, and writhing her naked torso in every direction.

"Let me do the work for a while," Bert said, and eased her over onto her back. There she lay, with her knees up and out, while Bert fed her still more of his cock.

"Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "I love to be fucked, and I've never been fucked like this!"

"You're getting a lot of it now," Bert grunted, with his cock slipping ever more easily through her wonderfully wet, tight cunt.

"I want it all-l-l-l-l-l!" Carole shouted, throwing her legs up high in the air, clawing at his sides with her nails, reaching for his balls with her cunt. "And I want you to cum in me! I want you to cum in me now!"

"I can't cum this soon! I can't! I can't! I can't!" said Bert, not believing it at all as he felt his jism building and bursting.

"Cumin me! Gar-r-rgh, I need it so bad!" Carole growled, and at her call, it came bursting out of him heavily.

He uttered a curse as his jism exploded. His balls gave a surge and it flowed, thick and hot, constricted by the tightness of her cunt, but nevertheless bursting through from his throbbing cock and flooding her tightly filled cunt.

"I can feel it! I can feel your cum in me!" Carole shouted, so loudly that Ellen and Jim opened the door and peeped in.

They saw Bert's big balls swinging and slapping up between Carole's legs, which were now bent around Bert's body, with her heels beating on his back. Bert's cock was driving, sliding, plunging up into her cunt, squelching with their mixed wetness and orgasmic juices, plunging on through the even slicker and wetter portals of Carole's cunt.

Carole's cunt wrung her uncle's balls dry, but it didn't deflate his cock. That was still up as hard as ever when his heavy flowings of jism had ceased and he lay on top of her panting and grinning.

"More!" she said. "More!" She couldn't stop the movement of her hips, couldn't halt the constant reaching of her cunt. Filled with jism as she was, her fine young body demanded all it could get of this magnificent cock.

"Come home with me now and you'll get all you want," said her uncle.

"I want it all now, and then some more later. Roll us over. I want to be on top again. Please, Uncle Bert."

He did as she asked, then lay back glowing with pleasure while he watched his niece exercise her cunt on his cock. It was still up as hard as ever. Perhaps it was that tourniquet effect of her cunt, perhaps it was the marvelous infusion of youth that he felt in her presence, but whatever it was, he wasn't questioning it in any way. His cock was deep in his niece's cunt, and it seemed like exactly the right place for it.