I never thought I'd cheat on my
wife. I never thought it could happen. But if you look at it from my side, it's
kind of her fault. I mean, she's the one who insisted on bringing Lacey into our
house. I'd been opposed to the idea, and made sure she knew it. But did she
listen to me? So now I'm getting fucked silly by a girl half my age, and it
really is mostly my wife's fault.
Judge for yourself.
We had just
finished joint careers in the Air Force. My wife, Carol, had done her twenty and
retired, at thirty-nine. I was thirty-three with fifteen years invested. Twelve
of those years, we'd been married to each other, in addition to the year and
half we'd dated before marriage. We had the option of me staying in for five
more years to get a retirement check, or getting out and making more money than
I could hope to see from Uncle Sam. Easy choice. We took our savings and went
house hunting in the area where I was born. My wife had always loved the area
(she had grown up in Pennsylvania, while I was from Michigan) and had no ties to
her own youth. We found a wonderful house: lots of privacy thanks to the woods
surrounding the property, large backyard with an in-ground pool, not too old,
and only one owner. I saw the money we were saving when I noticed new appliances
and carpeting from a recent remodeling effort, while my wife fell in love with
the multiple walk-in closets. It was a sweet deal, as the homeowner had just
retired himself, and wanted to move to a warmer clime. We signed the paperwork
and were moved in less than a month later.
On the day we assumed
ownership, the departing homeowner walked me around the property while his wife
showed Carol around the house. Theo showed me the tools and lawn equipment that
he was leaving behind in the carriage house in the rear of the property. The
carriage house was about a hundred feet behind the house, it was built in the
shape of a shortened "T" with a loft in both of the wings, and catwalk along the
back wall, connecting them to one another. Theo led me up to the lofts, and
showed me his secret. In the loft nearest the house, he had a small telescope
set up in a window. He told me to take a look through it, and when I did, I
realized that I had a perfect view of the pool. With the adjusting wheel, I was
able to look at the chairs and tables by the pool as if I was only a few feet
away, instead of closer to one hundred. I remembered thinking, as we walked
around the pool, that it was exceptionally private. There were trees that
blocked the pool from most of the rearward facing windows in the house, and a
privacy fence surrounded the other three sides, including the ground-floor
windows of the carriage house. Theo winked conspiratorially, and said that when
visitors used the pool, he could peek at them from here for as long as he
wanted, without their knowledge. He told me it was amazing what people could do
when they thought no one could see them. He adjusted the telescope slightly, and
told me to take another look. This time, the view was right through the window
of the master bedroom.
He also showed me that he had run water and sewage
lines to the building, in addition to the electrical lines, in the event he ever
got around to remodeling the building to rent as an apartment. He'd never had
the time or energy to accomplish that, but with a small investment and some
sweat-equity, it could be done. He winked again, and advised to put up some good
blinds if we ever got around to renting the place out. I smiled back politely,
but in fact, the idea seemed a perfect way to milk my vacation before returning
to a "real job". Carol already had a job lined up, and would be making enough to
handle the mortgage and some of our bills, while her retirement check and my
unemployment pay could handle the rest without dipping further into our
savings.
Within a few weeks of our moving into the new house, we had
completed our unpacking, and were looking at doing some minor remodeling of our
own. Nothing major-just repainting some rooms, and wallpapering a couple of
other rooms which weren't to our taste. While Carol was working at her job, I
was working at our house, and I loved it. I felt that I was making our house
really "ours". It also felt great to be able to be my own boss for the first
time in years.
I was sorry to see the last project finished. I had looked
all over the house for anything else that could use fixing-up, and was about out
of options when I began thinking about our carriage house. There wasn't very
much left to do with the place that I wasn't capable of handling myself. After
presenting my plans to Carol, it didn't take very much to convince her of the
soundness of the idea. We'd dipped deeply into our savings for the initial down
payment and closing costs on the house, but more than enough remained to fix up
the carriage house, especially with my plan to do most of the work on it myself.
If we kept it as a guest house, it would increase our property value, and if we
wanted extra income, we could rent it out.
I immediately started
finalizing the details, and then we got a call from Carol's sister, Denise, in
L.A.
Denise told us that her daughter was in trouble. Her daughter had
been expelled from school for cutting too many classes, and for being caught
with liquor on school grounds. The last time we'd seen Lacey, she was ten years
old, and I remembered her as a cute little thing whom I'd loved from the time
she'd learned how to walk. She'd long been a favorite niece of mine, and I'd
predicted she would be a real heart breaker by the time she was eighteen. She
had recently turned fourteen, but the crowd she'd been hanging out with was well
into their twenties. Denise had discovered that in addition to the classes that
Lacey had been skipping, she also been experimenting with sex and drugs. Her
latest boyfriend was a thirty-two-year-old married teacher at her school.
(Another part in her expulsion, while he was suspended from teaching, pending a
review of the incident by the school board.) Denise wanted to know if there was
any way that we would allow Lacey to stay with us while things were straightened
out. She thought if Lacey were separated from her older friends and lived in a
quieter locale for a while, that she might settle down. At this point, she was
desperate to find a solution to her daughter's problems.
Carol
immediately agreed to allow Lacey to move in with us, for an undetermined length
of time. I was less enthusiastic about the situation. First of all, I argued, if
she's doing that stuff out there, why would she stop just because she's in
Michigan? She could find alcohol, drugs, new friends, and all the rest no matter
where she was. I felt we were just taking on more problems that we weren't
capable of solving. Carol and I argued about it for several hours, finally
compromising that Lacey would be welcome for the summer, under our rules, and
that at the end of the summer, we'd consider keeping her for longer.
That
night, Carol teased me about the "real" reasons I didn't want a houseguest. We'd
gotten used to going for swims in our pool without using a bathing suit, and had
taken to wandering around the house nude whenever we felt like it. With a guest
in the house, she joked, we'd have to remain dressed. Let me pause this story to
allow you to get an idea of our appearance. We both have light complexions,
getting moderately dark in the summer, but remaining pretty fair the rest of the
year. We've both got dark brown hair and brown eyes. My wife attributes her good
looks to her French background, while my family was Italian and Dutch. My wife
is 5'8", 35-23-34, and a very toned one hundred-thirty pounds. She has a firm
ass, flat belly, and B-cup breasts that have not yet given in to gravity. As
she's never had children, she also doesn't have any of the signs of
childbirth-stretch marks, etc. She's never failed to turn heads, in or out of
uniform. I stand 6'2", and 200 pounds. I'm muscular without bulging, and the
last time I checked my body-fat, I was around ten per cent. Our bodies are the
result of all our years in the military. We were required to remain in shape for
the sake of our careers, and a lot of that mentality carried over when we got
ready to get out. We looked at people our ages with beer-bellies, spare tires,
flabby asses and saggy tits, and made a conscious decision to avoid that road.
We jogged together, exercised at the gym together, and made certain we ate the
proper foods. So despite the fact that I'm thirty-three, I can still wear the
same jeans I fit into at 18. Carol at thirty-nine looks like she's in her late
twenties.
"I don't know," I responded. "Who says we have to change our
habits around Lacey. Sounds like she's already seen it all. Maybe having a naked
man around would actually put her at ease."
"Forget that, buster. She'd
better find a boyfriend closer to her own age, and besides, you're already
taken."
With that, Carol slid close to me and ran her hand down my flank,
ending with my cock nestled in her grip. I tried to be nonchalant about it, but
when she began stroking my cock, it betrayed me, quickly growing to its full
length.
"What's this?" she asked, playfully.
"Why don't you take a
look?" I answered.
She smiled and slithered down my body, dragging her
long, dark hair down my chest and over my cock and balls. Pausing to grin up at
me, she plunged her mouth over my cock and engulfed my hard-on down to my pubes.
Carol is very oral, and absolutely loves blowing me. As a result of her
affection for the task, she's gotten very good at it. I'd slept with literally
dozens of women before I'd met Carol, in addition to a substantial number of
hookers while stationed in Korea (which placed me among the average, or
"normal", crowd over there). None of the women I'd been with were nearly as
talented as my wife.
Bobbing her head up and down over my throbbing
hard-on, she toyed with my anus with one hand, while pinching my nipples with
her other. She paused to wet her finger, then deep-throated my cock and wormed
her now-lubricated finger into my ass-hole, while rotating her body over mine to
give me access to her own ass and pussy. I returned the favor, licking her from
her clit to her rectum, then began tonguing her ass-hole while diddling her
clit.
Carol has a hair-trigger when it comes to anal stimulation, so it
didn't take very long after I began stabbing my tongue into her ass to clench
her pussy tight around my finger while my other hand was busy on her clit. She
moaned deeply with my cock still buried in her throat, going over the edge and
almost taking me with her. Almost before the spasms of her orgasm were over, she
rolled over so she was under me and tugged my hips forward until my cock was
between her tits. She kept her finger firmly up my ass the entire time, and then
pulled it out to squeeze her tits firmly around my cock, replacing her finger
with her own tongue. This was too much for me, and after thrusting my erection
between her soft tits a few times, I covered her tits and belly with my
semen.
Panting, I rolled off her, and twisted around until we were
side-by-side on the bed. She scooped up my sprayed cum from her belly and licked
her fingers clean, and licked as much of her own tits as she could reach, then
drew my slowly deflating cock back into her mouth to get the last bit of oozing
juice.
Finally sated, she padded off to the bathroom to wipe herself
clean, and returned to me with a damp towel to wipe me clean as well. Carol then
cuddled up next to me, and we drifted off to sleep.
Within a couple of
weeks, I'd purchased most of the materiel and supplies that I'd need for my work
in the carriage house, and had arranged for both an electrician and plumber to
take the time to stop by and assist me on the work I wasn't qualified to do on
my own. I was anxious to begin the new project, and grumbled a bit when I had to
postpone the start to pick Lacey up from the airport. Carol reminded me that she
wouldn't be able to take the entire morning off work to drive with me to the
airport, and I recognized that it would be too far (and awfully unkind) to
expect Lacey to take a cab all the way to our house from the airport.
I
was watching for my niece to get off her plane, but was caught completely
off-guard when a very attractive young woman placed her hand on my
arm.
"Uncle Don?"
"Lacey?"
She smiled and wrapped me in a
hug, which I returned, then pushed her back to get a second look at her. The
skinny little girl with the angelic face was still there, but she had blossomed
into a slim little hard-body. A lovely, well-tanned face with rosy cheeks, full
lips and perfect white teeth smiled up at me, and a tiny diamond sparkled from
her left nostril. She had firm little B-cup breasts that stood out pointedly
from her chest, a narrow, tapered waist, and slim, yet curvy hips. Her silky
hair was cut to hang just below shoulder level, and was sun-bleached blonde. Her
glossy hair contrasted brightly against her golden California tan. The tiny top
she was wearing left her arms, belly and a good portion of her swelling breasts
visible, while her faded and ripped jeans hung low on her tiny hips. A gold ring
winked at me from her bronzed belly button, and several more gleamed through her
sandals on her tanned toes. When she spun around to give me a full 360-degree
view of the beautiful vision she'd become, I saw her small, firm ass and noticed
the muscles of her well-toned legs flex and flow under the close-fitting jeans.
Although she no taller than five-feet and one-or-two-inches, she was perfectly
proportioned, and had looked taller from a distance. I had to drag my eyes up
from her traffic-stopping body to meet her amused gaze.
"So. How you
been, Uncle Don? Getting' any?" Same old irreverent sense of humor that I
remembered about her.
"How was the flight, sweetie?"
We exchanged
the usual pleasantries as we went to pick up her luggage, and stopped for a
quick lunch before the drive home. Lacey tried to order a beer with her lunch,
and ordered with such casual assurance that she might have gotten away with it
if I hadn't told the waiter to bring a couple of iced teas, instead.
We
tried to catch up on things, and all of my fond memories of her as a youngster
returned, but we carefully steered away from the real reasons for which she was
there. After lunch, we stopped at the supermarket to pick up some fresh
groceries and anything she might need. Wherever we went, heads turned to stare
at this incredibly hot-looking girl. I was thinking about sports, computers,
engines, and anything else to take my mind off sex to minimize the odds of my
getting an erection in front of her.
Finally we were done and back in the
car for the ride home. She was still very easy to talk to, and the conversation
continued to flow easily until we pulled up in the driveway of the new
house.
"Whoa! Uncle Don, this place is sharp!"
"Thanks. The old
owner hadn't gone in for much landscaping or gardening, so it took a bit of
effort to get the place looking good, but I think we did alright."
"Yeah,
it looks great! Show me around. I want to see the whole place."
She was
practically bouncing like a rubber ball as we went through the house,
complementing us on our improvements, and squealed with delight when I showed
her the bedroom that would be hers. It was on the first floor, and on the
opposite side of the house from the master bedroom. Carol and I had hoped this
would give both her and us a little more privacy.
We finished the tour of
the house, and went out into the backyard to get a better look at the
surrounding woods and the carriage house, saving the pool for last.
"Why
do you call that a 'carriage house'? Looks like a barn or a garage, to me," she
asked.
"Well, in the days before cars, when people had carriages and
horses to pull them, they built them a little bit apart from the house for
consideration."
"Consideration of what?"
"Have you ever smelled a
horse's stall?
"Ohhh... So when people stopped using carriages and
horses, and started using cars, why would they still build these suckers so far
from the house?"
"Dunno. Maybe just because they could."
By then
we were in the carriage house, and I showed her my plans for remodeling the
building.
"Cool. Maybe I could give you a hand out here."
"That
would be welcome, but don't feel obligated. We want you to relax first, and then
we'll find a rhythm." Time to broach the topic. "Lacey, I'm not sure what you
had gotten used to back home, or what you thought it would be like here, but
we've come up with some rules for you, and we'll expect you to follow
them."
"Like what?" Her voice had gone a few degrees cooler, and I could
see the inherent distrust of authority behind the mask that was settling into
place.
"Nothing too traumatic. We're giving you a reasonable curfew,
setting up a few boundaries for what we'd rather not see you doing, that sort of
thing. We're pretty flexible, and we're willing to negotiate if you disagree
strongly with anything we've come up with. We're not trying to jail you or
anything like that. We've just been hearing about some of the things you've done
at home, and they all seem to boil down to trying to grow up too fast. We just
want to make sure you have the opportunity to be a kid before it's too late."
She didn't seem entirely convinced, but the mask had been set aside. "There.
Does that seem so awful?"
"Nooooo... I guess I could give it a
try."
"That's all we're asking. Now let me show you what I've been saving
for last."
We followed the brick path up to the pool, and when we came
around the corner of the privacy fence, she got her first good glimpse of it.
She paused for a moment, and then smiled and picked up her pace to catch back up
to me.
"Theo didn't skimp on this sucker. The rest of the yard wasn't in
too bad of shape, but this area was positively pampered. That's the pool-house,
over there." I pointed out a small building, four feet by six feet, with a
couple of windows and a screened door. He'd built it from scratch, and done a
good job of it. The windows and door gave it plenty of light and air, but blinds
were in place to ensure privacy. One wall held plenty of towels, and
miscellaneous crap, and enough room was left to be able to change into a
swimsuit without feeling claustrophobic.
"And there are plenty of chairs
and tables and such out here-"
My commentary was cut off by a splash. I
turned to see Lacey stroking underwater to the far side of the pool. She'd
slipped her sandals off and skimmed out of her jeans, and had dived in wearing
her top and a tiny pair of panties. I was able to watch her smooth, graceful
journey a few feet under the surface, and was left in awe of her body as she
swam economically the length of the pool. Her muscular legs kicked strongly, and
her arms pumped with steady, sure strokes. The thong panties left almost nothing
to the imagination, and revealed that if she had a tan-line, it wasn't
noticeable.
She finally came up for air at the far end of the pool,
flicked her hair out of her eyes, and stroked cleanly across to me. She stood up
in the shallow end, and left me speechless: with her wet clothes, she might as
well have been naked.
Her light-colored top was completely transparent,
and had plastered itself to her chest like a second skin. The cool water had
caused her nipples to harden, and the dark aureole were painfully obvious. Her
skimpy thong clearly indicated her dislike for pubic hair, as it was molded to
her mons, emphasizing the smooth expanse of skin and lack of hair beneath. As
she stood for a few endless moments, her feet spread somewhat apart, chest
softly heaving, shoulders back, and chin lifted proudly, I drank in her nubile
strength and beauty.
After several heartbeats had passed in silence, I
tore my gaze away from her figure and caught her eye. She was smiling proudly,
obviously pleased with my reaction. I had to forcibly remind myself that she was
first, my niece, and second, only fourteen.
"Can I bring you a towel,
Lacey?" I was astounded that my voice remained even
"Thanks. That'd be
nice. Why don't you get a couple and join me in here? The water's
terrific!"
"I don't think I'm ready for a swim, yet. I think I'll get
dinner started for Carol, instead. You enjoy yourself, though."
I grabbed
a beach-towel from the pool-house, and tossed it down on a lounge chair near her
discarded jeans. I restrained myself from looking at her, partly for fear of
staring again, as well as to hide the rapidly expanding erection that was
beginning to tent my slacks. I marched on into the house and went straight to
the kitchen. I splashed cold water into my face and pondered the actions of my
niece. I knew that part of it was a normal flirtation from a teenager
experimenting with people's reactions to her newly forming physique. I suspected
that part of it stemmed from her well-established sexual identity, seeing as how
she'd been sexually active for over a year already, and most of that time with
an adult lover. I didn't know if I should fear the show had been meant as an
overt invitation.
I don't know how long I stood that at the sink, waiting
for my erection to subside, and reviewing the events of the afternoon. I
fast-forwarded through the conversation. Did I say anything she might have
misconstrued? Did she say anything that I might have misunderstood?
I was
startled out of my reverie when the object of my thoughts spoke up a few feet
from behind me. I'd never heard her come inside.
"Do you need a hand,
Uncle Don?"
"Uh, no Lacey. I can-"
As I started to turn around,
the rest of my words died in my throat. She was standing in the entrance to the
kitchen, wearing nothing but her jewelry. Although her hair was still a bit
damp, she'd taken the time to thoroughly dry herself. Her nipples were still
standing out stiffly, and her smooth pussy was slightly flowered open. She made
no effort to hide herself, and met my shocked gaze evenly. A remote part of my
brain dryly remarked that, yep, there weren't any tan-lines. As the moment
stretched out between us, she slowly padded toward me, oozing her sexuality from
her very pores. In the swing of her arms, the sway of her slim hips, her body
was shouting, 'Look at me! Desire me! Want me!'.
I did. I wanted to feel
that firm, tanned body under my trembling hands, and to trace every graceful,
muscular line with my tongue.
She didn't stop until she was directly in
front of me. We were separated by only a few inches. She licked her lips and
spoke to me again. This time it was in a whisper that caused me to lean forward
to hear.
"I asked if you needed a hand. It looks like you could use more
than that, though."
Lacey kissed a fingertip, and raised it to my lips. I
reflexively kissed it as well. She then trailed the finger down my chin, down my
chest, down my belly. She stepped even closer to me as she wriggled her hand
under the waistband of my slacks and jockeys. She made contact with my throbbing
erection, and her hand felt so cool and dainty against the heat my cock was
throwing off.
"You want that hand, or not?"
I remained
silent.
She let go of my cock long enough to unbuckle my belt, unsnap and
unzip my trousers, and then plunged both hands into the sides of my underwear,
sliding them around to my ass as she closed the distance between us. She dragged
her rock-hard nipples across my shirt, and I could feel them poking my belly. My
painfully erect cock was sandwiched between us, and she ground her own belly
against it.
She tilted her head up, eyes slitted hungrily, and parted her
lips. Her tongue darted out and flicked past her pearly teeth, drawing my mouth
down to hers almost as if by magic.
My hands finally came up from my
sides to cup her face gently between them. I held her head, my fingers tangled
in her still-damp hair, while our tongues danced. For several long minutes, this
was enough for us, then her hands became more insistent. She began squeezing and
kneading my ass, and my hands drifted down her face, down her neck and finally
cupped those tits that had been distracting me so much this
afternoon.
When she began tugging my pants down, I stopped her by gently
gripping her waist and lifting her up until her legs reflexively wrapped around
my hips. Then I cradled her against me, and slowly walked out of the kitchen,
down the hallway, and into her bedroom.
The soft, warm breeze was lazily
blowing through the curtains over her windows, and brought with it a smell of
the first flowers blooming in the new beds beside the house. As I lifted her
from my hips and lowered her down to her bed, she knelt before me on it, and
lifted my shirt up. I helped her pull it over my head, and then she was pushing
my pants and underwear down over my ass, and down my legs. I stepped out of my
loafers and kicked off the last of my clothes, and then I was naked before my
niece.
She leaned forward, toward my twitching cock that was so
conveniently located in front of her, and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the end
of it. Her soft lips nibbled the length of my hard-on, pausing to suck my balls
into her tiny mouth, and then continued back up the other side of cock. When
she'd returned to her starting point, she wasted no time in sucking my one-eyed
monster into her mouth.
One thing I realized quickly was, that in the
year of so she'd been fucking, she'd learned a hell of a lot about sucking cock.
Due to a combination of the situation, my pent-up arousal, and her talented
technique, I didn't last very long before I was ready to shoot. Not knowing if
she'd want me to pull out or stay in, I decided to play it safe and tried to
lift her head away from her new toy. She was having none of that, though, and
held on to my hips securely, increasing the speed of her ministrations, and
moaning gutturally when the first heavy slugs of my cum hit the back of her
mouth. Despite the force of my ejaculation, she didn't miss a drop. And to
ensure that nothing was wasted, she licked my gradually softening prick until
she was certain she'd gotten everything.
A welcome side effect of this
cleaning procedure was that I never completely lost my hard-on before it was
back with a vengeance. Ignoring its greedy insistence, I lay Lacey back on her
coverlet to return the favor.
As soon as my tongue made contact with her
steamy pussy, she stiffened with her first orgasm. She bit her lip and pulled my
face harder against her pussy as her orgasm peaked, then slowly subsided. I
wasn't letting her off easy, and stayed put for a while. She tasted so sweet and
fresh. I could have stayed down there for hours, lapping up her generous juices.
She started to tense again, and moaned when her second orgasm swept through her.
After this one, she lay limp on the bed, too weak to move. This didn't stop her
from starting a running commentary, though. As I licked and sucked and played
with her sopping pussy and protruding clitoris, she urged me on, promising me
what she would do to me during her stay with us. She promised me access to every
orifice in her body, and said she would do anything I asked of her.
I
stayed down there, my mouth on her pussy, until she began to tense up for her
third orgasm. As her breath started to catch in her throat, I moved up until my
cock was poised at the entrance to her young, smooth pussy.
"Oh, yeah!"
she cried out, grabbing my waist and pulling me down on her. She came on that
first jab, as the head of my cock sank in past her slippery lips. She made the
most noise yet, groaning loudly and whimpering my name.
I sank in a good
two or three inches on that first stroke, and if I close my eyes, I can still
feel the heat and moisture, and incredible grip of her teenage twat. She gasped
at the sudden intrusion of my cock. I'm not all that big, about seven inches,
but I'm pretty thick. When I jack off, my fingers don't quite meet my thumb
around my cock, and when she was grabbing it, she didn't even come close to
getting her smaller hand all the way around it. Now, slowly edging forward into
her soaked box, it looked even larger. With her slim hips and tiny waist, it
didn't look like she'd be able to take it, but take it she did. She even urged
me deeper and harder while I was trying to give her time to adjust to
it.
When I finally bottomed out, looking down at her shaved puss, she
looked even younger than her fourteen years. I thought for a second that she
could be just nine or ten, at the stage where her hair hadn't started to grow in
yet. Then I lifted my gaze to her heaving tits, her firm, full breasts standing
up from her narrow ribcage, and her dark, hard nipples bouncing under me as I
plunged into and pulled out of her. I looked at her enraptured face, wanton lust
competing with heavenly contentment as she writhed under my slow and steady
thrusts. Just then, she opened her eyes and saw me watching her. She smiled and
pulled my face down to hers for a quick kiss, then began trembling as her fourth
orgasm rocked through her on the heels of her third.
A remote part of my
brain recognized that she was beginning to experience multiple orgasms, and I
hoped that I could last long enough to let her enjoy them all.
She lay
beneath me, babbling in her release, alternately writhing with pent-up
excitement, and collapsing again in helpless exhaustion while one climax after
another hit her in rapid succession. I was getting close myself, and was
desperately trying to postpone my own release, but it wasn't easy with this
gorgeous girl urging me to fill her up. Then she told me that she wanted it in
her ass. She told me that she wasn't on the pill yet, and I couldn't cum in her
pussy, but she wanted my cum in her ass.
I stuck a finger into her
asshole, easy to do with all the juice and sweat that had run over it from her
pussy. My finger went in easily, and I decided to go for it. I pulled out
abruptly, eliciting a gasp from her, then rolled her over onto her stomach.
Spreading her legs slightly, I lined the purple head of my eager cock up with
her dark hole. I pushed in slowly, expecting more resistance, but went in
easily. I felt my pubic hair mashed up against her firm ass cheeks almost before
I knew it, and was amazed that I had gotten into her ass easier and more quickly
than I'd gotten into her pussy. (She later admitted that she'd gotten into the
habit of letting her lover drill her ass to avoid getting her pregnant, as he
disdained to use a rubber, and she hadn't been able to get effective birth
control on her own.)
Once I'd gotten the full length of my cock into her
ass, I started a slow in-and-out motion, gradually picking up momentum until I
was jackhammering her tender back door. Then, as she started to wail with yet
another orgasm, I lost all control and started spewing my cum up into her. I
grabbed her hips firmly with both of my hands, and grunted as each spurt of
semen seemed to wrench my balls up through my cock, almost as if they were
trying to crawl up into my niece through my dick.
I fell off to one side
in utter exhaustion, while she lay panting underneath me. Neither of us spoke
for a long while, and finally I had enough strength to lift myself up and off
her. I almost expected to hear a "Pop!" as my softening cock slid out of her
ass. And even in it's flaccid state, I was pretty amazed that I'd gotten in
there at all, let alone so easily.
Collapsing back onto the bed next to
her, I stared at the ceiling, wondering what there was to say.
She
eventually propped herself up onto one elbow and looked down into my
face.
"What's the problem, Donny?"
"No matter how I look at this,
Lacey, and no matter how much I enjoyed it, this was wrong. I shouldn't have
hap-"
"Fuck that," she cut me off.
"You know how many times I've
heard that?" Her expression clouded as she went on. "Michael said it to me after
he banged me in his car in front of my house. 'Oh Lacey, this was a mistake, I'm
a teacher and I could lose my job.' That didn't stop him from trying it again,
and again." She was sitting up now, and was starting to clench her
fists.
"Eventually he stopped saying it, when I told him to shut up about
it. What was I supposed to say? 'No, it's cool that you're fucking a
twelve-year-old, then going home to your own daughters and wife?' And Robbie,
the guy from the music store. And Paul, the guy from this real estate office."
She was kneeling next to me on the bed, and leaning over me as her voice grew
louder. "And R.J., he had a house by the beach, and he was, like, forty or
something. They all said, 'Oh, this is wrong.' Well it's bullshit." She
emphasized her point by poking her finger into my chest. "None of them had been
screwing me, I'd been screwing them. You think some guy is going to get in my
pants without my permission? You think you seduced me this afternoon? Fuck
that." Another poke. "I seduced you. And you loved every... minute... of... it."
Four more pokes. "You never would have made a move on me if I hadn't practically
raped your ass in the kitchen. I was getting tired of waiting, to tell you the
truth."
She was finally winding down, and I smiled at her. "That still
doesn't make it right. I did love this, and everything you've said is correct.
But your aunt, my wife, would kill me if she found out. And if she didn't, the
rest of your family would do it for her."
"Only if they found
out."
"Yes, that's what I said."
"So who's going to tell them?
You? You think I'm going to? Shit, the only reason my mom found about me
screwing around was because of some guy who went to her and clued her in. He
tried to get into my pants and I shot him down, and he wanted to get back at me.
She'd had no idea! Once she found out about that, she started digging, and found
out the rest of what she knows. And even that isn't half of what I've gotten
away with."
"Lacey, that's horrible!"
"It's my choice!" she shot
back.
"Honey, you've got all kinds of choices to make, but the kinds of
decisions you've made severely limit your remaining options."
"So now
you're going to tell me how to fix them, right?"
I could see that she was
already preparing to tune me out. I swallowed the speech I'd been about to give
her and considered things from her perspective. First of all, you couldn't
expect her to just forget the things she'd learned, and the experiences she'd
had. One of the first laws of growing up: You can't un-learn, and you can never
go back. Second: if I tried to preach to her, she'd resist me on general
principles. And third: she had me over a barrel. If Carol ever did find out, she
really might kill me. And if she didn't, there were enough men in her family-and
mine-to leave me dead or hospitalized. I could potentially lose everything I
held dear.
So I started thinking like Lacey.
"No, I'm going to
tell you what it'll take to keep things running smoothly here, and still get
both what you want, and we want."
"What's that supposed to mean," she
said, not sure where I was going with this.
"That means that we can't
pretend we didn't just fuck each other this afternoon."
"No kidding," she
said sarcastically.
"I mean, we should figure out where we take it from
here."
"I've always thought you were cute, Uncle Don. I'd planned on
fucking you as soon as I found out Mom was shipping me here."
"And if
there was a way we could keep on screwing without hurting Carol, or risking my
marriage, would you want to? Or did this afternoon get it all out of your
system?"
"You get that cock hard again, and I'll show you what I want in
my system," she cracked, cupping my balls.
"Well, as I see it, since your
aunt isn't an idiot, she'd figure out pretty quickly if we tried to carry on a
secret affair, in her own house, and under her nose."
"So you don't want
to fuck me anymore, is that what you're saying?" She looked like she was about
to get pissed, again.
"No, I'm saying we have to figure out what we'd
need to do to keep her from getting suspicious."
"What the fuck! You're
talking in circles! What are you saying?"
"I mean, let her know about
it."
"Are you fucking crazy, or what? You just said she'd kill you if she
found out we were fucking!"
"No, I said she'd kill me if she learned we
were having an affair under her nose."
"You just said-"
"I mean,
get her to approve it."
She was speechless at that proposition. Before
she could ask another question, I told her what I had planned.
"Hey!
Where's my favorite niece!" Carol shouted from the front of the
house.
"Come on back here, honey," I answered.
She came out back
to find me working on my tan beside the pool, and Lacey treading water at the
deep end. I was wearing some baggy surf shorts, and Lacey had put on the most
conservative swimsuit she'd brought with her. It was a bikini, but covered a
relatively large portion of her tits and ass, unlike the other thongs and
less-identifiable articles of beachwear she'd pulled out of her
suitcases.
"Come here and give me a hug, you!" Carol said as she joined
us by the pool
"Hi, Aunt Carol!" Lacey said, climbing out of the pool and
walking toward my surprised wife.
She took a moment to admire the figure
of her sister's daughter in the relatively modest bikini, and then wrapped her
up in a warm hug. Carol glanced at me in the chair, lifting her eyebrows in a
silent question. After years of marriage, I knew what she was asking: 'Do you
see this body!' I responded with a shrug. 'What can you do about
it?'
"Oh no. I've gotten you wet," Lacey apologized. She stepped back
from Carol, and sure enough, she'd managed to soak the front of her blouse and
skirt. The white cotton of her blouse had gone transparent, revealing Carol's
full breasts encased in a lacey brassiere, while the damp spot on her skirt
looked like she'd wet herself. Lacey made matters worse by attempting to brush
some of the dampness away from Carol's breasts, stroking her nipples to hardness
in the process.
"Oh, I'm fine, honey. I usually change out of my work
clothes before I go into the pool, though," Carol joked.
"Aunt Carol, I'm
so sorry. You'd better rinse this skirt before the chlorine damages it. Let's
take care of it before it has a chance to ruin it."
Lacey steered Carol
into the house, and phase one of my plan was in effect. She was to ensure that
Carol undressed in front of her, and if the opportunity presented itself, to be
nude in front of Carol at the same time. I left my book beside my chair and
hurried out to the carriage house. Scrambling up to the loft, I adjusted the
telescope to peek into the bedroom window.
Carol and Lacey were just
walking into the door, and Carol was unbuttoning her blouse. She disappeared
from view, probably stepping into our master bathroom to remove her clothes in
privacy, but Lacey followed right behind her. Good girl.