Kids share secrets. We all did it when we were kids, shared our friends' darkest secrets. Sometimes we used those secrets to our advantage, too, didn't we? "If you don't let me have that, I'm going to tell mommy you are the one who broke her favorite vase." Blackmail: it works like a charm. We learn that early in life.

Blackmail is a favorite movie motif. Some weasel of a fellow witnesses the rich lady murdering her husband and tells her she must pay for his silence or he will report her to the police. Or someone witnesses the rich husband murdering his wife or some other variation. It always makes for an exciting thriller. But the plot always follows the same basic rule we learned early on: "If you don't let me have what I want, I'm going to tell on you."

Most adult blackmails are not quite as serious as murder, but they are just as effective. When you know someone's darkest, deepest secret, they will do practically anything to keep you from telling. Little 6-year old Lexi was the first to teach me the value of adult blackmail when she sat on Miss Ida's chest, looking down on her with those steely eyes Lexi could have, and told her, "We own you now." Lexi was a smart little girl. Both Miss Ida and I realized at once what Lexi meant. Miss Ida would do anything to keep secret her little "indiscretions" with us.

The lesson learned from Lexi back then has served me well on a number of occasions throughout my life, and that is the subject of this story.


Gretchen's grandfather Bill is one of my oldest and dearest friends. We met in the 7th grade of junior high school where the 6th grade of three separate elementary schools in our town combined, and we have been close friends ever since, to this day. I, followed by my nieces, attended our elementary school while Bill had attended one of the other two. Bill and I stayed together all the way through undergraduate school. We parted then, he went on to law school while I went to the northeast for graduate school, but even then we were in continual contact.

One day while I was in 7th grade my niece Carolyn brought home a cute little friend with her from 4th grade, Carol Ann Smith. By then all the little girls in school knew about the games we played, but it had taken little Carol Ann some time to build up her nerve to come home with Carolyn. As we always did, Carolyn and I fucked a little to show Carol Ann what it was like, but when it came her time, she chickened out and tried to run. Carolyn had to hold her down, kicking and screaming, while I got her panties off and fought my way up between her legs so I could stick her. We had to do that with a lot of the little girls and like the others, once Carol Ann felt my cock inside her she settled down and fucked like a good little girl. And like the others, she discovered she liked being fucked and I fucked her often over the next few years.

Carol Ann got to the 7th grade of the junior high school when Bill and I were in 9th grade, the last year before moving on to high school. 9th grade boys liked to take the new crop of little 7th grade girls down into the boiler room so we could see what they had under their dresses, and Bill was quick to grab cute little Carol Ann for himself, dragging her down into the boiler room where he discovered he could fuck her, first girl he ever fucked. "Nobody else can touch this one," he announced on return. "She is all mine." From then on, until Carol Ann died about 7 years ago, the two of them were inseparable. Bill never knew that I was the first to fuck Carol Ann, a secret she took to her grave and I intend doing likewise.

Carol Ann had a little sister, Linda, who was 5 years younger than she, and my niece Carolyn had a little sister, Sherry, also 5 years younger, so those two were classmates in elementary school. I was a senior in high school when Sherry brought Linda home from the 3rd grade, and just like with their big sisters, Sherry had to hold Linda down while I got her panties off to stick her. Whereas I was only 13 when I started fucking Carol Ann, I was 18 when I stuck it in little 9-year old Linda, and she really liked how it felt. I stopped fucking Carol Ann when Bill claimed her, but I kept fucking her little sister Linda all the way through college. Linda was a really small little girl - even grown she is only 5' 2" and weighs less than 100 lbs. - and it gave me great pleasure to fuck her.


Carol Ann and Linda's parents, Katy and Maurice Smith, were religious nuts who belonged to one of those cultish Baptist churches. It would have been fine with them if Carol Ann had married Bill when she was 13 - people did that kind of thing back then - but Bill's parents were Presbyterians who made the kids wait until Carol Ann graduated from high school before they married.

Linda was still in 7th grade when Carol Ann married and moved away, leaving Linda home alone with her nutty parents who began smothering her with religion. To her credit, pretty little 13-year old Linda rebelled against her parents. Not only did she start smoking and drinking but she also started fucking grown men, preferably men from the Baptist church her parents belonged to. She was driving her parents crazy.

When Linda got to high school, David Worth took an interest in her. David was son of O.M. Worth, one of the most respected men in the county and one of the richest, so when David, O.M. Worth's son, showed interest in their daughter, Linda's parents were ecstatic. The thought of Linda marrying O.M.'s son must have sent them into orgasmic joy.

Throughout all of this, I remained Linda's friend and confidant. I was off in college but we talked often, and I was able to support her in the rebellion against her parents. When I heard about David, it made me sick to my stomach. David Worth was the polar opposite of his father. Like many sons of rich fathers, he thought he was something because he got to drive fancy new cars and buy anything he wanted. He stayed surrounded by sycophants, boys who told him what a great guy he was in return for living off his largesse. David was a rich brat, an asshole, a worthless piece of shit.

With her parents hammering on her, Linda agreed to go out with David, but in retaliation against her parents for making her do it, she seduced David's father, the respectable O.M. Worth. That was a bad idea, because old man Worth fell head over heels for the cute little high school girl. He couldn't fuck her enough. (Let me say that like everyone else, I had a lot of respect for Mr. Worth - he really was a fine man. Too bad about his worthless son.) O.M. let David buy Linda anything she wanted, and he himself showered her in gifts. He told David to marry Linda, likely with the idea that he might be able to continue fucking her himself.

So with her parents hammering Linda to marry on one side and O.M. Worth hammering David on the other, Linda capitulated and married the asshole. When Linda told me she was going to marry David, it made me angry with her, angry that she didn't have the strength to continue fighting her parents. She knuckled under the pressure, and that created a fissure between us that I never got past. Because of Bill and Carol Ann, we stayed friends, but never again as close as we once had been.


Old man Worth got David a job with one of companies supplying his farms, and eventually they settled in Lubbock, Texas. Over time, as many kids do, Linda more or less returned to the flock, accepting much of the religious crap she grew up with. She became a respectable, very dignified church lady. And the two of them had the cutest little daughter you ever saw, Larissa.

I didn't get to see Larissa often as she grew up, only on visits when they brought her to visit Bill and Carol Ann for a few days or when we went to see them for a day or two. When Larissa was a baby, I let her suck me off and we played sex every chance we got. I was finger fucking her by the time she was 7, but as she got old enough to open for fucking, I could never have her long enough to get her pussy open enough to stick her.

It was driving me crazy because I really had a passion for cute little Larissa. Larissa turned 9 years old and then 10 years old and still I had not been able to fuck her. I was running out of time and it was driving me crazy. Finally, I decided to take matters into my own hands, and one fine Thursday I drove to Lubbock and checked into a motel.


The next morning, Friday morning, I waited until David had left for work and Larissa had gone to school before driving to Linda's house and ringing her doorbell. On the drive from the motel, I thought about Linda, how she had caved in to her parents and married David, how she had betrayed my trust in her, and how long I had waited to get my revenge for that betrayal. By the time I rang her doorbell I was smiling, but inside I was seething mad and ready to take revenge on her.

She greeted me wearing an old t-shirt and cotton short shorts, a shocked look on her face as she saw who it was. "Jim, what are you doing here?" she asked as she opened the glassed outer door to give a hug and kiss in greeting.

She led me into her kitchen where I took her shoulders firmly in my hands, making her face me as I looked down on her with a hard look on my face. I am over a foot taller than her and she doesn't weigh 100 lbs. and I wanted to look as intimidating as possible. "Linda, when Larissa gets home from school today I'm taking her to my motel room and spending the weekend with her."

Talk about catching someone off-guard. Linda was stunned, looking up at me with total shock in her face. "What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Furthermore," I said, still looking down hard into her face, "I'm going to give you a good fucking. I know you need it, and I'm only sorry I've waited this long."

Linda looked like she was about to pass out from shock. Shaking her head, she said, "You can't do that, Jim. I'm married!"

"Married to an asshole," I said. "I tried to get you not to marry him. I did my best but you married him, anyway, didn't you?" I stared hard down on her, letting my anger boil up. "What's done is done," I said, "but from now on I'm going to keep you fucked like you need fucking."

""Jim, what are you talking about?" Linda said, looking up plaintively at me and beginning to tear. "You're scaring me."

"I know you, Linda," I said. "I've known you since you were 9 years old. I know what you need. Don't act like you don't know that I know."

I really was scaring her and she was beginning to panic, pulling away from me. "You can't, Jim," she said, tears running down her face. "I'll tell Bill and Carol Ann. You can't."

Wrapping my hands firmly around her upper arms and jerking her back to me, I said, "You're not telling anyone anything, Linda." Her hands rested on my chest as I held her, her tear-streaked face gazing up at me in confusion and fear. "Bill and Carol Ann know you fucked half the men in town when you were little, but they don't know you fucked old man Worth, do they? You fucked him even after you married his asshole of a son. They don't know that, do they? David doesn't, either, does he?" She was starting to boohoo now. "What do you think all those nice do-gooders in your church will think when they learn about you, Linda? How do you think you'll look then, when everyone knows who you really are?"

Blackmail. This was the blackmail I spoke of earlier. Linda was extremely proud of her status in her community as a respectable, dignified church lady, full of propriety. Now I threatened to destroy all that, tear her down so far she would have to hide her face from everyone who knew her.

As I threatened her, Linda's face had fallen into my chest by the time I finished, sobbing her eyes out. "You can't, Jim," she sobbed, "you just can't."

"Yes, I can and I will, Linda," I said, "unless you do exactly what I tell you to do." I looked down at the top of her head, feeling my chest becoming wet from her sobbing tears. Finally, I took pity on her, wrapping my arms around and hugging her to me. "Stop worrying so much, honey," I said, caressing her back, "No one is going to know anything."

"They're not?" she asked, looking up hopefully at me, eyes pleading as she fought back her sobs.

"Of course not, honey," I said, "because you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do, aren't you?"

She blinked up at me through her red-rimmed eyes, filled with tears. "I am?" she asked, a look of confusion on her tear-stained face.

"You are," I said, and taking her hand as I stepped away, I said, "Now let's go get in bed."

"I can't!" she cried, pulling hard back on me. "I'm married!"

Jerking her back into my arms and glaring down on her, I said, "Yes, you are married, aren't you, Linda? Married to an asshole who fucks everything he can lay his hands on. I know that and so do you. He's been fucking every skank he can find since you've been married, and you know it. When's the last time he fucked you? The only reason he fucks you is because he can't find anyone better to fuck, isn't that right?" I looked at her hard as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Don't give me any or that married shit. You don't have any more love for David than I do, and you never have. I know that, Carol Ann knows that, hell, everyone knows that."

She was squalling bitter tears as I watched her, her body so weak I had to hold her to keep her from collapsing. "I'm going to fuck you, Linda," I said. "Do you understand that? I'll fuck you right here on this kitchen table if I have to." Her eyes were pathetic as looked up at me, pleading for me not to. "I'm going to fuck you one way or another, and there's not one damned thing you can do about it," I said. "Get that through your head. Do you want me to fuck you right here, or do you want to go into the bedroom with me?" Her eyes looked up at me helplessly, and she burst out crying again.

"Now come with me," I said, pulling her firmly by the wrist as again I headed for the bedroom. She continued to resist but allowed herself to be pulled along behind me.

I sat her down on the edge of her bed, head dropped in despair still sobbing her eyes out, while I stripped naked in front of her. Taking her hair in my hand, I lifted her face up so I could press my half-hard cock into her lips. "Suck on it, Linda," I said. "Make it hard for me like you used to."


This was the moment I had been waiting for so many, many years, and I relished it as I looked down on her sitting there helplessly with my cock pressed into her lips. I had her, the church lady, so respectable and proper, so holier-than-thou acting, and I had her in total humiliation. God, it felt good after all the years.

I waited patiently, not moving and not allowing her to move. Her red-rimmed eyes gazed up at me pleadingly as I smiled down on her, holding the head of my cock pressed firmly into her lips, patiently waiting. She couldn't say anything or I would stab my cock inside, and I wouldn't allow her to move. Minutes passed, 5 and more. She was helpless, and she knew it. I could see the look of resignation creeping into her eyes, and finally she relaxed her jaw, letting me push the cock inside her warm mouth.

"That's my good little girl," I said, taking her head in my hands, "Now suck on it for me. You remember how." It felt good watching my cock disappearing into her mouth. I was pulling her face all the way into me, choking her as the head of my cock went into her throat, but I kept fucking it all the way inside and she adjusted. I wanted so badly to cum in her mouth and make her swallow it, but that wasn't what was needed now.

Standing her up, I said, "Let's get you undressed," lifting her arms above her head so I could pull off her t-shirt. The arms dropped down to stop me, and I jerked them back up, telling her sternly, "Keep your arms up, goddamn it." I glared down on her. "I'm going to take your clothes off, and there is not one damned thing you can do about it, do you understand?" I kept glaring as my hands dropped down to take the hem of her t-shirt, making her stand trembling with her arms over her head as I slowly lifted it up and over her head to reveal a plain, white satin bra. "That's a good girl," I said as I tossed the t-shirt aside. She crossed her arms over her chest to shield herself as I sat on the bed, pulling her between my legs to pull down her shorts.

Feeling my thumbs enter the elastic waistband of her shorts, she reached to stop me. I froze and again glared up at her. "Linda, get your fucking hands out of the way," I said. "I don't want to tell you again." She looked down on me, softly crying and trembling with fear as she returned her arms to cross over her bra. "That's better," I said, pulling down the shorts. "Now you be a good girl for me."

I had to lift each leg to get the shorts from her feet, and then sat back up to look at the white, high leg-cut, full brief nylon panties in my face. It's a look I like, up to her waist, showing the hint of her belly button. "I like your panties, Linda," I said, reaching up to slide my hands around her hips and clench tightly into her butt cheeks, "and you still have the same firm little ass you've always had."

I looked up at the fear in her crying eyes, feeling her body trembling under my hands clenching her butt cheeks. It felt so good. "Do you remember the first time I fucked you, back when you were in 3rd grade?" I asked. "Remember how hard you kicked and screamed?" I laughed remembering. "It was all Sherry could do to hold you down, remember that?" Chuckling again as I reached to snap the waistband of her panties, I said, "It was all I could do to get your panties off, do you remember?" Smiling up at her, I said, "All that fighting went away when you felt my cock inside you, though, didn't it? You liked the way it felt, remember?" I laughed at the memory. "You could never fuck enough, do you remember that? What do you think all your church friends would think if they knew what a little whore you were?"

I let her think about it for a minute before falling backwards on to the bed, carrying her down on top of me, and scooted up the bed to rest my head on the pillows, looking up into her face, puffy from crying as she wiped at her snotty nose. "Let me have these," I said, taking her glasses to lay on the nightstand.

As my hands began pulling her face down to mine, she began to whimper and struggle. "Please don't," she begged, twisting and trying to move her body off mine.

"It's okay, honey," I said, kissing over her face while forcing my leg up between hers, keeping her on top, lifting my leg higher to push my upper thigh firmly into her crotch so her pussy was rubbing against it as she twisted and turned. Kissing her lips, I said, "It's going to be fun, you'll see."

"Please don't," she cried, "I'm begging you, please," but as she talked I brought our lips together and shoved my tongue inside her mouth. Holding our lips together with my hand on the back of her head as my tongue rolled and lifted her tongue, my other hand pressed down on her butt cheeks while my upper thigh began pumping up into her crotch, my hand rolling her hips back and forth over the thigh as it pumped it into her, stimulating her pussy while my tongue fucked into her mouth.

Linda was fighting it, but no one can resist stimulation like this and soon I felt her tongue beginning to shove back on mine. She was breathing hard when I brought her ear to my lips. "It feels good, doesn't it?" I whispered, pushing my hands in under her chest to undo the front clasp of her bra.

Her hands took my wrists, trying to stop me. "No, don't," she pleaded, crying and begging me to stop. "Please don't, please? I'll do anything. Just stop, please?"

"It's okay, honey," I said, looking up sweetly at her. "You have no choice. Let go of my hands so I can take it off." She looked down at me, her eyes begging me to take pity on her, but then I felt her hands relax. "That's a good girl," I said, unhooking the clasp and pulling the cups away from her breasts. Bringing the shoulder straps down over her elbows, I said, "Straighten your arm for me," and waited until she allowed me to remove the bra and toss it aside. "That's my good little girl," I said.

"Now," I said, rolling her over on to her back, my arm wrapping under her shoulders as I came up to rest on my elbow, "let's take a look at you." She was trembling hard, looking up at me with scared eyes as her arms again crossed her chest to shield herself. "I love your tits, Linda," I said, pushing one arm and then the other down to reveal her pert little breasts. "I always have," I said, tugging and rolling the nipples standing out. As I leaned down to suck a nipple into my mouth, my hand pushed under the waistband of her panties. She grabbed to stop my hand, and I paused, waiting for her to let go, and then pushed on down, feeling the shortly clipped pubic hair as my fingers found her wet slit and slipped inside to stroke up and down the slippery slit. I sucked the nipples as my fingers masturbated her, feeling her chest heaving harder and faster.

"Doesn't that feel good?" I asked, looking down on her with my slippery fingers stroking up and down the hood of her swollen clit. Her eyes were hot now, her mouth open gulping in air for her heaving chest. "It's been a long time since you had a good fucking, hasn't it, baby?" She looked up at me, eyes hot with lust. "You want it now, don't you, honey?" I chuckled. "You don't want me to stop now, do you?" Her tongue flicked out over her dry lips.

Sitting up to take off her panties, she lifted her hips to allow them to come down. Moving down and spreading her legs, she gasped at the feel of my tongue entering the slit. Her hips writhed as my tongue caressed the hard clit, and I felt her body jerk when two fingers entered her. Her hips were beginning to thrash in heat, and when I curled the fingers up into her g-spot I felt her orgasm rise like a runaway freight train. I barely had time to dive on top and drive my cock deep inside before she went off, screaming and bucking hard up at me as she carried us over the bed, screaming like a wild woman with each spasmodic surge shooting through her.

Linda was totally soaked in sweat when she finally collapsed, guttural sucking noises coming from her throat as she fought for air. I watched her a few moments, pushing back the wet hair stuck to her forehead before getting up to bring a towel and a damp wash towel from the bathroom. "Good grief, Linda," I said, gently wiping the sweat from her face, "You haven't had an orgasm like that in a long time, have you?"

That was the first fuck. When she recovered enough for the second fuck, I rolled her on top and again she had a huge orgasm, although at least this time the neighbors couldn't hear her screaming. I kept my cock inside after the second fuck so we could talk. You get further with a woman when she feels your dick inside her.

Wiping the sweat from her face and pushing back her wet hair, I looked up lovingly at her. "From now on, I'm going to fuck you whenever I want to," I said. "You know that, don't you?"

She looked down on me, circling her tongue over her still dry, parched lips.

"I want to hear you say it, Linda," I said.

"Okay," she said, trying to smile. I waited until she could see that I wanted to hear more. She giggled a little, sounding like a schoolgirl. "Okay, you can do me whenever you want, okay?" she said, and laughed a little embarrassedly at not being able to use my vulgar term.

"Good enough," I laughed. "And whenever you need fucking, you tell me and I'll give you a good fucking," I said. I laughed, giving her nose a little twitch with my finger as I said, "No matter how proper and straight-laced you act, we both know you walk around with a hot pussy in your panties, don't we? And that hot little pussy needs a workout once in a while, doesn't it?" She giggled embarrassedly again.

"Good girl," I laughed, and then changing the subject, I asked, "What's your worthless husband up to sex-wise these days, do you know?"

"You were right," Linda answered. "His secretary." She laughed without humor. "He doesn't hire a secretary unless she'll have sex with him."

"He is an asshole," I said. "He has the best pussy right here a man could ever hope to stick a dick in, but he chooses to go out and fuck skank whores." I shook my head. "God, I don't understand men, and here I am one of them."

Linda laughed. "You're different, no doubt about that, Jim," she said.

By now Linda had recovered and I could feel her hips moving around a little, her pussy clenching my cock every so often, making it begin to grow again. As we continued talking, it wasn't long before she was using her hips to slowly fuck my cock in and out of her. "You really do have a good feeling pussy, Linda," I said. "I'm surprised you haven't been using it. You love to fuck. You always have."

She laughed, again without much humor. "I'm a married lady," she said. "What can I say?"

"Goodness, Linda," I said. "Fucking is for fun. I thought you would remember that from back when we were kids. Do you remember when Sherry brought you home that first time?"

She laughed with me. "Those were fun times, weren't they?" she said, giggling again like a naughty little schoolgirl.

"They were," I said, laughing with her. "And that reminds me of Larissa," I said. "When she gets home from school today, I'm taking her to the motel with me."

Linda's face went into shock as she looked up at me with frightened eyes. "You can't do that, Jim!" she said with a pleading voice.

"Sure I can," I laughed. I looked up at her lovingly. "You were younger than Larissa when I gave you your first fucking," I said. "You can remember how fun it was, can't you? Are you going to deny Larissa the same fun you had when you were little?"

Linda shook her head hard, looking down at me with confused eyes. "Larissa is too little!' she said in a serious voice.

No, she is not," I answered. "She is 10, 4th grade already. You were 9, still in 3rd grade, do you remember that? And you damn sure weren't too little, were you?" I gave her an exasperated look. "Look, Linda," I said, "you're acting like you're totally ignorant about kids, but you're acting like it with the wrong person. I know that you know better than that." I looked up at her with consternation. "Do you not know that I've already been playing with Larissa?"

Linda blinked up at me, amazement on her face. "You have?" she asked. "When?"

"Every time you come to Carol Ann's," I answered. "What do you think happens when she sleeps with me in the well house? What do you think Larissa and I do when we go upstairs? Larissa loves it. She absolutely loves when we get naked and play."

Linda looked like she had been shot. "I can't believe it," she said. "I had no idea..." she continued, her words trailing off.

"I don't know why you didn't," I said. "Larissa is a cute, sexy girl. Did you think she was retarded or something?" I studied Linda's face. "Larissa is sexy, Linda," I said. "You can see that. You KNOW that she is sexy. You see her every day. Why do you think she looks so sexy? Did you think she was sexless? She looks so fucking sexy because she loves sex, just like you did when you were her age."

"I had no idea...," Linda repeated. I could see her mind was whirling, and I laughed, about to really put a bee in Linda's bonnet.

"Larissa is already 10," I said. "I started fucking Laurie when she was 8, and I'm still fucking her." Laurie was Bill and Carol Ann's daughter who was already in college by this time.

With that news, Linda's eyebrows shot up. "Oh my God!" she said. "Does Carol Ann know? Does Bill know?"

"No, they don't know," I said, "and you're not going to tell them. Laurie's activities are just between her and me and now you. I will tell Laurie that you know so she will be aware of it, but nobody else can know." I looked at Linda. "Why are you so surprised? I fucked Carol Ann when she was little. I fucked you when you were little. So of course I fucked Laurie. She wanted me to. Do you think she wouldn't want it as much as you and Carol Ann did?" I thought about it more. "I will have to decide whether or not to tell Laurie that you and I are fucking." I laughed again. "I can tell you that it would please Laurie no end to hear it. She loves and worries about her sweet Aunt Linda. She would jump with joy if I tell her I'm fucking you."

"She would?" Linda' mind was spinning as she tried to bring it under control. "Wow," she said softly, trying to assimilate it all into her head.

"And I'm going to fuck your daughter, Linda," I said, "probably tonight. I've been finger fucking her for a couple of years now, but I've never had her long enough to get her opened up enough to stick my cock in without hurting her, and I refuse to hurt her, you know that. But she is more than ready and wants to feel it inside her. I can probably get her open tonight for her first fucking. But I want her all weekend so without doubt Larissa will be well fucked by the time I leave here."

"I can't let you do that, Jim," Linda said. She was having a hard time letting go.

I shook my head and stared hard up into Linda's eyes. "You have no choice," I said. "I am not asking you, Linda, I am telling you." I stared hard at her a few moments longer, and then relaxed into laughter. "Wait until she gets home from school," I said. "Wait until you see the look on her face when she sees me here. Wait until you watch your little girl come jumping into my arms. Wait until you see the excitement in her face when she learns she will be spending the night with me in the motel." I laughed again. "I'll make a deal with you, Linda," I said. "If you see one tiny bit of hesitation in Larissa's face, I won't do it. How's that? She knows what we'll be doing tonight, so if you see any hesitation we'll call the whole thing off and I'll go home. That's fair, isn't it?"

Linda was still dumbstruck as she looked down at me. "My little girl...," she said, again trailing off, and again I laughed.

"Linda," I said with an admonishing tone. "You knew about Larissa's sexuality. You've always known. You just didn't allow yourself to think about it." I gave a little chuckle. "You get hot when you look at your sexy little girl. Don't tell me you don't. Hell, EVERYONE gets hot when they look at her. She is cuter than hell and sexier than all get out. You can't help but get hot looking at her, don't try to kid me."

Linda laughed and began relaxing a little. "She is a cute girl, isn't she?"

"Cute as hell," I said laughing, "and one hot, sexy little tart. God, she turns me on," I laughed. "So don't be telling me she doesn't turn you on, too, Linda. I already know what a sexed up lady you are underneath all those straight laces you show everyone else."

Linda laughed freely at that. "A hot, sexy little tart?" she said, still laughing. "Yeah, I guess that sums her up, huh?"

"I mean!" I laughed. "Let's fuck, sexy lady," squirming my cock deeper into her. "You can be my hot, sexy little tart." I laughed. "Think about what your sexy little daughter is going to be doing tonight and I bet you get off big time."


Little Larissa recognized my vehicle parked out front and burst through the door screaming, "Where's Uncle Jimmy?" and jumped into my arms squealing and kissing so hard she almost knocked me over. As I swung her around, hugging and kissing, I looked at Linda and saw her laughing and smiling. "See what I mean?" I laughed.

The next morning was Saturday morning and I knew David works Saturday mornings so I took Larissa back to the house for her swimsuit plus some more things she wanted for the rest of the weekend. "How was your night, sweetie?" Linda asked as she lifted Larissa up to kiss and hug. "Did you have fun?"

"Oh, mommy," Larissa answered breathlessly, her eyes wide with excitement as she looked at Linda. "It was the most fun I've ever had!" She grabbed Linda's neck tightly, hugging her as she said, "Thank you for letting me go, mommy, thank you, thank you, thank you." Linda was laughing as she put her down to scamper off to her bedroom for her things, leaving Linda and I standing in the kitchen. "She certainly seems happy this morning," Linda laughed.

"God, she ought to be," I laughed. "The little maniac nearly killed me last night." Linda looked at me questioningly, and I laughed. "Yep," I said. "Piece of cake. She opened up as easy as can be and you should have seen the look of pleasure on your little girl's face when she felt that cock coming up inside her."

"Oh my God," Linda said, bringing her hands up to cover her blushing cheeks. "My little girl..."

I laughed. "Your little girl is a sex machine, Linda," I said. "She may kill me before this weekend is over. She absolutely loves it. Can't get enough. You should watch her go at it."

"Really?" Linda asked, still blushing but her eyes danced with excitement, wanting to know more.

"Oh yes," I laughed, wrapping my arms around Linda and pulling her tightly to me. Squeezing her pussy, I said, "Your daughter has the same pussy you've got, Linda." I leaned down to whisper in Linda's ear, "It can't get enough, just like mommy's pussy. You want to hear more?"

Linda laughed and blushed, but she was excited, squirming against me. "She really likes it?" she asked, her eyes looking at me provocatively. It as plain to see she was getting hot.

"She loves it," I said. Linda's shorts had an elastic waistband, and I pushed my hand down inside, finding her pussy hot and wet. "Watch her fuck," I whispered. "Hide in her closet and I'll fuck her on her bed. You won't believe how hot she is to watch."

"I can't do that!" Linda laughed, but her chest was already heaving hard with excitement. She was on fire.

My fingers inside Linda's panties moved over her swollen clit. "Sure you can," I said. "It's easy. When she comes back in, you just do what I tell you and then hide in her closet, okay? I promise you will glad you did. My God, Larissa is hot to watch. Wait until you see."

Linda was starting to protest again, but we heard Larissa running back toward us. "I'm ready!" she screamed as she burst into the kitchen.

"Okay," I laughed, "but mommy wants us to take some suntan lotion. She's going to the store to buy some." Looking at Linda knowingly, I said, "How long will it take, Linda? 30 minutes?"

Linda looked at me a second before answering. "Yes, 30 minutes," she said. "I want to walk so I can get my morning walk in."

"That's good," I said, and taking Larissa's hand I said to her, "How about showing me around the backyard while mommy walks to the store, honey, would you? I want to see your backyard, okay?"

"Okay," Larissa said, looking a little put out by the delay but pulling me toward the back door. I gave Linda another knowing look as Larissa pulled me outside.

I carried little Larissa, massaging her pussy as we walked in the backyard. "You're making me hot again," I said, and looking at my watch, I asked, "How long did mommy say she would be gone?"

"30 minutes," Larissa answered, giggling and squirming her pussy into my fingers. She knew what I wanted.

"Good, we've got time," I said. "I want to fuck you in your bed. Does that sound fun, fucking in your own bed?"

"Yeah!" Larissa squealed, hopping with excitement.

Larissa's closet door was open a good 6 inches as we entered the bedroom. Standing no more than 2 feet from the door, with Larissa' legs wrapping my waist, I kissed over her face and said, "Let's tongue fuck a little, want to?"

"Yeah!" Larissa answered, her arms squeezing tightly around my neck as she drove her tongue inside. Pulling her body away from me a little, I moved around so Linda could watch me slide my hand inside her shorts and panties to massage her pussy as our tongues fucked. "Whoa, you've got me hot," I laughed, and standing her in front of me, I said, "Want to undo my shorts while I take off my shirt?"

"Yeah!" Larissa squealed again, grabbing my belt buckle. I stripped of my shirt, laughing toward the closet as Larissa squealed with delight when my cock sprang free as she lowered my boxer shorts. Grabbing my cock, Larissa greedily sucked it into her mouth.

With my hands on her head, I maneuvered her around so her mommy had a good close view of the cock going into her daughter's mouth. Pumping the little girl's head, I said, "Mmm, it feels good fucking your mouth, honey. You're a good little cocksucker," looking toward the darkened closet opening, "like someone else I know."

It was hot knowing her mother was watching, so pretty quickly I had to laugh and sweep Larissa up, carrying her over to stand on her bed. "Let's get you naked," I said. "You like for me to look at your sexy naked body, don't you?"

"Yeah," Larissa said, vibrating with excitement.

"So sexy," I said, admiring Larissa's naked little body. With my fingers under her pussy like I was showing off a prized possession, I moved over to make sure Linda could see. "I want some of this," I said. "Are you going to give me your pussy?"

"Uh-huh," Larissa laughed, vibrating so hard with excitement she looked like she would fly apart.

"Okay," I laughed, lifting and laying her on her back in the middle of the bed. "Let's make sure your pussy is ready, okay?" I said, lifting her legs and moving between them. "Tell me when you're ready for my cock, okay?" Larissa squealed with delight as she felt my tongue enter her slit, and immediately went into heat as my tongue worked over her swollen little clit while I finger fucked her.

Soon my second finger joined the first one fucking her, and when it did I could feel her orgasm rising fast. Her little chest was heaving when she said, "I'm ready, Uncle Jimmy."

"Good girl," I said, stretching out on my back so that my spread legs faced the closet door. I lifted the little girl on top, her back to the door. Larissa quickly fitted my cock to her hole and started sitting down on it. "Slow down, honey," I laughed, grabbing her hips. "I like to watch it go inside you so do it slow, okay?"

"Okay," she laughed, and behind her I saw the closet door slowly opening more and more until I could see Linda watching, only 4 or 5 feet away.

I moaned out in pleasure as Larissa lowered herself, giggling with glee at the pleasure her pussy was giving me. Linda's tongue was all over the dried lips of her open mouth as she watched, breathing hard. I could see the lust in her eyes as she watched the cock disappearing inside her little girl. "Does it feel good?" Larissa wanted to know, laughing as her bottom was all the way down with the cock completely buried inside her.

"It feels really, really good," I answered, breathing hard. "Such a good pussy. I bet your mommy has a really good pussy, too."

"You think so?" Larissa asked, thinking about it. She laughed. "I bet so, too," she said. She looked at me questioningly. "Do you want to put it inside mommy and do her, Uncle Jimmy?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said. "Do you think she would like it?"

"Yeah," Larissa laughed. "I bet she would."

"Maybe I'll stick it in mommy one of these days then," I laughed. "How about that?"

"Good," Larissa laughed, and with her hands on my chest began raising herself back up, exposing the shaft to Linda. Larissa was already breathing hard as she began steadily fucking up and down. Her tongue came out to flick over her dry lips as well. "I love how it feels," she said. Behind her I saw Linda jam her hand inside her shorts.

"Then fuck me good, big girl," I said, and Larissa's little hips began moving up and down faster. "Do you love fucking?" I asked. "You love it, don't you, my sweet little whore?"

Larissa was in high heat, but she managed to laugh. "Yeah, I love it," she said, and began to chant rhythmically, "Fucking and fucking and fucking" with each bounce of her hips down on to my cock.

"God, your tight little pussy feels so good on my cock," I moaned. "I fucking love it."

"Me, too," Larissa said, breathing harder and harder as she fucked faster and faster. She was gasping air hard when she said, "It's coming,, it's coming, " and then let out a squeal as her body went rigid, and then shuddered hard as she fell into orgasm with the feel of the first spasm shooting through her little body.

Feeling the tight little pussy clamp down on my cock sent me into a raging orgasm, and I groaned with the first load shooting up the shaft. Noises came from around Larissa's pussy as the cum began hissing and bubbling out, the noise seeming to fill the room as I cummed hard into Larissa while she continued squealing with pleasure as each successive spasm shot through her shaking body. I heard noises from the closet, but Larissa was so absorbed in her orgasm she couldn't hear anything, not even her own squealing.

I worked the little girl, stretching out her orgasm as perspiration began to cover her hot, flushed body. Finally, she collapsed down on to me, totally limp as she sucked in air with long, raspy breaths from her heaving little chest. When Larissa settled down into long, deep breaths, her eyes closed as she rested, I carefully lifted her to lie down beside me so I could slip from the bed and check the closet.

Linda lay sprawled on her bare butt against the back wall under Larissa's hanging clothes, her shorts and panties around her ankles. Her face was flushed a beet red, covered in sweat, as she breathed heavily and deeply through parted lips. She looked up at me, her face blank, not seeming to know where she was as she continued gasping through her open mouth. I held out my hands for her, and after a moment she reached up to take them so I could pull her to her feet. Her legs trembled as she held on to my shoulders while I pulled up her panties and shorts. With my finger to my lips, I gave her a quiet "Shh," sound, and with my arm around her waist to keep her upright, I led her on trembling knees from the room, quietly closing the door behind us.

Back in the kitchen, I helped her to a chair, softly laughing as I knelt beside her, wiping back her hair from her soaking face. "I told you it was hot to watch," I said, kissing her forehead before rising to fetch a cup towel to dry her off.

"I had no idea...," Linda said, struggling for breath as I dried her face and neck.

"It's hot," I said, "I know it is. Have you ever seen anyone as sexy and hot as your daughter?"

"Never," Linda said, beginning to tremble from the coldness caused by sweat as her body began to cool.

"Me neither," I said, pulling her up so she could sit on my lap with my arms holding her tight to warm her. I chuckled. "She made your pussy catch on fire, didn't she?" I said. "She did," Linda said, nestling down into me.

"I'll let you watch us some more," I said. "But now you know you have to let me have her whenever I want her, don't you?"

Linda thought about it before answering. "Yeah, I will," she said.

"That's my good girl," I said, lifting her chin so I could kiss her lips. I held her face toward mine, making her look at me. "You're mine now, Linda," I said softly, wrapping my hand around her inner thigh up against her crotch and gently squeezing. "All mine. You know that, don't you?"

She looked at me, thinking about what I said. "I know," she answered softly.

"I can do anything I want with you," I said. "I can fuck you when I want. I can do anything I want, and you have no choice. Nobody is ever going to know your dirty little secrets because you're mine now and I won't tell them. But you have to be a good girl for me; you have to do everything I tell you to do. You'll do that, won't you, be my good girl and do what I want you to do. I own you, body and soul. You're mine, and I will treat you good, better than you've ever been treated."

Her eyes watched me as I talked, absorbing what I was saying as she listened quietly. Her body gave a small tremble and she smiled at me. "I know," she said. "I will."

We were talking and laughing when little Larissa came stumbling in, wiping the sleepiness from her eyes but dressed again. "Well, there you are," Linda laughed, holding out her arms for the girl. Picking her up, she kissed her cheek. "Did you have a nice nap?" she asked.

Larissa looked at me and giggled. "Uh-huh, I did," she answered. "It felt really good." She giggled toward me, and I laughed, sharing our little joke.


The Worths went to Bill and Carol Ann's for a family Thanksgiving, and I joined them Friday and Saturday before heading home Sunday. Little Larissa slept with me both nights I was there, and twice while I was there I pulled Linda into the bathroom and fucked her as her husband and the others sat in the den talking. Linda was so excited I had to hold my hand over her mouth to stifle her screaming orgasms.

I wanted Larissa for a few days when school broke for the Christmas holidays, so I drove back to Lubbock. On the way over to Linda's house the morning of the last day of school, I stopped by a convenience store for a cup of coffee, and in the line at the cash register standing in front of me was a fat Mexican man buying a six-pack of beer. It was 9 o'clock in the morning and the man already smelled like a brewery.

Outside I caught up to him as he was getting into his old, beat up pickup and asked if he would sell me one beer for a dollar. I had no interest in the beer, but it gave me the chance to sit down beside him in the pickup to drink the beer. I told him I was on my way to fuck this rich, pretty white lady because she loved to be fucked, the more the better, and soon we were both climbing out of his pickup to get in my vehicle to head over to Linda's house, leaving his pickup sitting there.

When Linda answered the door, she had a bewildered look on her face as I introduced my fat Mexican friend and led him inside. No one spoke as the 3 of us stood inside with Linda's face in utter confusion as she looked first at the fat, smelly Mexican man , then at me, and then back to the fat Mexican whose hot, leering eyes traveled up and down her body while licking his lips hungrily.

Slowly, her confused look turned to fear as she began to understand. "Oh no," she said, backing away from us and holding her hands out defensively. "Oh no, you can't," she said, her scared eyes beginning to tear up as they traveled rapidly between the Mexican and me, backing away further and faster. "Oh no, I won't let you," she squealed, turning to run. I caught her from behind, wrapping my arm around her waist to lift her from the floor. "It's okay, honey," I said, carrying her toward the bedroom as she shrieked, kicking and fighting. "We're just going to have some fun."

In the bedroom, both my arms held her tightly from behind while she shrieked and squealed, kicking and squirming and fighting to break free as we managed to work her up into the bed. With my back against the headboard, my arms wrapped tightly around her chest from behind, holding her between my outstretched legs as she fought and kicked, crying and sobbing and squealing. "She's okay," I told him. "She's always like this. Get your clothes off and I'll hold her while you get her shorts and panties off, okay? She's got some good pussy for you."

Soon the naked fat Mexican was on his knees on the bed in front of Linda, his thick brown cock throbbing hard, grabbing at her kicking, squirming legs. "Get her," I told him. "You can do it. She really wants it, she just likes to fight." Finally, he had her legs pinned underneath him while he worked the shorts and panties down. "Look at that pretty white pussy," I said. "You want some of that, don't you?"

"Yeah, man," he said, running his fingers through the short pubic hair with one hand and pulling on his thick cock with the other.

"Hold her arms for me and let's get her naked," I said. Once we had the t-shirt off, I said, "Look at this," undoing the clasp of the white satin bra and slowly pulling away the cups. "Does that look good?" I asked him, taking her arms back from him and holding her open as his lust-filled eyes looked down on the whiteness of her pert breasts with their tight, pink nipples. "You like that?"

"Oh, fuck man," the fat Mexican moaned, digging his fingers into the breasts as Linda sobbed and squirmed in my arms. "I never had anything this fine before."

I laughed. "You can have all of this pretty white lady's pussy you want," I said. I watched as he worked first one leg under his arm and then the other, lifting her hips up off the bed high enough to fit the thick cock to her pussy hole.

"No, don't, please!" Linda cried out, trying to swing her hips away as she sobbed huge tears.

The Mexican grinned at me, waiting approval, and I grinned back, holding a finger up telling him to wait a minute while I worked Linda around so I could see her sobbing face better. I wanted to relish the moment. "He's going to fuck you," I said.

Grabbing for me desperately, Linda cried, "Please don't let him!" She was sobbing hysterically. "I'll do anything you want! Please stop him! Please!"

Such sweet, sweet revenge I felt as my thumb brushed the tears from her eyes. I could feel it, that this was what I needed to wipe out the bitter disappointment I had felt toward Linda for all those years. "You're my good little girl, aren't you, Linda?" I asked softly.

"Yes," she sobbed. "I'll do anything you want."

"That's my sweet girl," I said, bending to kiss her wet lips. Looking back up at the fat Mexican, I grinned. "Stick her," I said. "Hard! As hard as you can."

With a savage thrust of his hips, he drove the cock deep inside, letting out a loud moan of sheer pleasure. Linda screamed, but I quickly muffled it with my hand over her mouth. The Mexican pulled back and stabbed the cock hard again into her. This time she didn't try to scream so I removed my hand to watch her sobbing face. "This is what I want," I told her. "I want you to fuck my fat little friend."

Lust overwhelmed the Mexican as he continued ramming his cock hard into Linda. "Is it good pussy?" I asked him.

"Oh Jesus, man" he moaned, slamming his cock into her. "Oh Jesus."

"She's pretty, isn't she?" I said. "Look at this pretty face. Look at her sexy body. I'm going to let you fuck her all day long. How does that sound?"

"Holy mother of God," he said, slamming hard into her, and his head fell back. "Aiyee!" he said, shaking hard, "I'm cumming!"

"Fill her pussy up!" I laughed. "Give it her. She loves cum." He was shaking and straining, and I could hear the cum bubbling from her pussy. Reaching down beneath her pussy, I could feel cum streaming down over her asshole. "Oh man, you're giving her a good load," I laughed. "Keep going, man. Give it to her."

Finally, the fat Mexican slumped, his big chest heaving hard. "You want her now, man?" he asked.

"No, no," I laughed. "Keep your cock in her. You'll want some more in a minute, won't you?"

Linda was sobbing uncontrollably. "Just relax, honey," I told her softly, stroking back her hair, "Let the man fuck you and have fun. Nobody is going to know about it. Hell, he can barely speak English. You're way behind on fucking, so let's let this man help you catch up some. Can you feel his big fat cock inside your pussy? Just relax and let it feel good, okay?"

As I talked, Linda's subbing had subsided enough for to say, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can," raced through my head, but I said, "Because you need it, honey," I said, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "You've forgotten that fucking is fun. All he's doing is sticking his cock in you. It doesn't hurt anything. You've let yourself get carried away with church and acting like a lady and all that crap and forgotten how fun sex is. Remember when you were a little girl? Remember how exciting and fun it was to let any man who wanted to stick his dick in you?"

Sniffing, Linda said, "I was just a girl then. I didn't know better."

"You need to get back to being a fun-loving girl, Linda," I said. "Have some fun. You can be all proper and respectable around people you care about, but you can have fun, too." I shook my head sadly. "You silly girl," I said. "It's okay for David to have all the fun he wants, stick his dick in anything that moves, but you think you have to be the little martyring housewife? What's wrong with having some fun? You let David do it, so why can't you have fun, too? Nobody knows. Nobody is ever going to know whether or not you ever have sex, will they? All this man is doing is giving you a little fucking in the privacy of your home. You aren't going to dinner with him or anything, so relax and enjoy it, okay?"

Linda's eyes were on the Mexican as I finished talking, and I saw he was beginning again to pump into her and laughed. "Has he gotten hard again already?" I asked Linda. "Doesn't his fat cock feel good in your pussy? Just lay back and close your eyes and let it feel good."

"I don't want him to," she whimpered. "He's not even clean; he smells."

"Oh, honey," I said, bending down to kiss her again, "you don't have any choice. He's already fucking you." Reaching down to begin massaging over the hood of her clit, I said, "Just relax now and let it feel good."

In minutes I could feel her clit swelling. "Mmm, feels so good," I said softly to her, reaching to tug and fondle her nipples. "Feel that big, thick cock inside your pussy, fucking you good. It feels so very good, doesn't it?" Linda was breathing harder and her hips were moving around. The clit was hard. "Wrap your legs around him, baby," I said. "Help him fuck you. Go on, do it for me. Wrap your legs around and pull that thick cock deeper inside. It feels so good."

Linda's eyes were closed as she gasped air in through her open mouth, her body flushed in heat. Her legs began curling around the Mexican's fat body, and I grinned up at him. "She's going to cum for you," I said. "She likes it. Wait for her. She's going to cum, aren't you, baby?"

Linda's eyes were squeezed tightly shut now as the fat Mexican slammed his cock into her, little guttural moans coming from deep inside her throat. Bending down close to her ear, I whispered, "Mmm, you're going to orgasm, aren't you, baby? You feel it coming, don't you? It's going to feel so very good. Let it out, baby. Cum for me. Be my little whore girl. Cum, baby."

Linda's body had begun shaking as I talked, shaking more and more until her body sprang taut, arching up, and with a shudder, she screamed into orgasm, jerking up higher and higher as spasms surged through her body.

"Holy mother of God!" the fat Mexican yelled, his eyes bulging as he watched the white lady, and with a shudder of his own, he seized into orgasm, pumping his cum deep inside.

The Mexican finished and slumped forward on to his arms stretched down beside Linda, dripping sweat down on to her sweaty, limp body as she gasped for air. "Let me up," I said, pushing at his arm as he collapsed down beside Linda. I worked my way out from under her, leaving the two lying side by side gasping on the bed while I went into the kitchen to get a drink and to spend a few moments relishing what I had done.

By the time I returned to the bedroom, the Mexican was beginning to stir, but Linda looked like she was asleep. "Take her into the bathroom and both of you get a shower," I told him.

"No," Linda said, pulling back as the Mexican pulled her arm toward where he stood beside the bed.

"Linda, he's going to carry you in there if you don't get up," I said. "One way or another you're getting in the shower with him, and I want you to get him good and clean."

While they showered in the master bathroom's big shower stall, I worked on cleaning the cum from Linda's bedspread. After about 10 minutes, I heard Linda screaming and returned to the bathroom to see the Mexican had her pinned high against the wall, kicking and screaming while he tried to get his cock into her. Opening the shower door, I said, "Linda, stop that! He's going to fuck you, one way or another, so wrap your legs around him and let him. Stop all the silly-assed, useless fighting and just enjoy it, will you?"

I went back into the bedroom to finish the cleaning, and when I returned to the bathroom, Linda's arms were wrapped tightly around the Mexican's neck pressing their cheeks together, her feet digging into his butt helping him drive into her, grunting loudly with each thrust of the cock up into her. "Make her cum first," I warned the Mexican, and stood there watching until Linda's head arched backward, screaming as she fell into shuddering orgasm. When they finished, I said, "Now wash each other's crotches again and let's get some lunch."

After lunch, I held Linda standing between my legs and let the Mexican undo her terry cloth robe and play with her until his cock stood rigid inside his dirty boxer shorts. I let him lay her across the kitchen table and as he fucked her, I pulled her head to me, guiding my cock into her mouth, and finally got a load of cum into her tummy. When they finished, I told Linda, "Take him into the den. I don't want the bedspread messed up again before Larissa gets home from school." As I finished putting away the lunch dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, I heard Linda screaming into orgasm again. At 2 o'clock I told the fat Mexican to give Linda one more good fucking and then I had to take him back to his pickup. I wanted to be back by the time Larissa got home from school. My revenge was complete.


All that was 15 years ago, and I still own Linda today. She is still the church lady, such a pious, goody-goody two shoes that Bill gets tired of her in a hurry now that Carol Ann has died. She wears that mask constantly, the well-dressed, dignified, respectable lady, but when I come to get her, her lips are already dry with her tongue circling them as I walk in the door. Linda enjoys having a chance to let that wicked, lustful little animal inside her come out to play, and she can do that, live out her wildest fantasies, with a clear conscience because, as she tells herself, she has no choice.

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