0 comments/ 13947 views/ 0 favorites Darlene By: TheDaliTrauma I was out of a job, out of three grand, and out of my head over Darlene. The money and the job, well those things come and go, but Darlene, well that was something different. Darlene was the kind of woman that made life either worth living or death worth dying. It was hard to tell sometimes. She was a big pretty girl with hair like a starless night and eyes to match. Her lips were full and the color of plums. Everything good in the world seemed to ooze from her movements. Her hips, her ass, her legs, her wrists and hands, all seemed like a magical plot from the other side. Darlene was black magic in the factory town. I was sleeping on the river bank. Drunk each night on Trolley Square and making the money back washing dishes and sweeping the floors. I hopped the rail to Chauncey Town and sold the college kids fake lsd and oregano for cash. It was a good life for awhile. Darlene found me one morning on the river. She took me home, cleaned me up and gave me the best long slow fuck of my life. She’d ride me for hours like a crazed milk-white cowgirl, her pussy clenched around me for dear life, her lips pursed, sucking in the air. My head caught in the swell of those heavenly tits. She reached around me, made a fist around my balls and pumped the juice out of me. Bam bam bam. Over and out and I was spent, my cock still jerking and leaking cum five minutes later as she fixed up at the sink across the room. Darlene could do something no other girl I had ever known could do. Her pussy would squirt when she came. She would cum great blasts of fiery juice all running down my cock shaft, my thighs, my sack. It was amazing. I had never seen anything like it. When I would cum, she would cum, and as I felt that hot explosion inside her, her cunt clenching and releasing furiously, a great flood would be unleashed and in that hotness, my prick would suddenly expand, filling her, a few more strokes and a second atom bomb cum from me. She could save or destroy the world with that feat. I’d sing songs for Darlene. Play the blues on an old box guitar she had in a closet upstairs. I’d play and she’d sing along and listen. When I sang ‘Howlin’ Wolf’ I’d make the wolf noises and she’d get hot. She’d swing a leg up beside me, pull up her dress and I’d sing right into her snatch. The smell of her kitty got me going and I could see how soaked her panties were. That would be it, the guitar hit the floor and we went at it some more. In the mornings she would make breakfast. Toast and eggs. We’d drink coffee, eat the breakfast, I’d look for a job in the papers, then we’d fuck some more. Darlene would really get into my ballsack. She'd get her tongue working on my sack, pushing the nuts around, pressing that wet tongue against my asshole, teasing me like crazy. She'd dribble her saliva over my cockhead that throbbed like mad. I could just feel it over my choad and running down the underside of the shaft. Darlene knew that made me crazy. She'd keep me in that limbo, on that edge, until just when I thought I would explode, she'd take me deep into her mouth and suck the walkin' talkin' life out of me. She'd get the cum too. Deep deep deep in her throat. I'd jerk, spastic shake, explode inside. She'd lay me between her huge tits and rub me hard and raw again. She'd work her pussy in my face until she gave me a shower of pussy juice and then we'd fuck. She had a sister named Marlene. Marlene was from Denver. The rumor around town was that the two of them couldn't stop getting it on with EACHOTHER. So their mom and dad split up, each one taking a horny assed daughter. But now they would reunite sometimes. Marlene was beautiful, but times had been rougher on her. Still, the two of them got it on. They would sit laughing and talking and drinking whiskey. I'd come by and they'd put on a show for me. I thought I would suffocate between that enormous tit sandwich and drown in those hot steaming snatches. But what Marlene really liked was anal. Darlene would work my cock into a frenzy and I would stick it in Marlene's backdoor at the last second. She loved the feel of my cum exploding inside that tight firebox of an ass. Darlene would jam her fingers up there too and pry my aching prick loose. Marlene was in town a couple more weeks, a bunch of bikers fucked her at Snooky's and she rode off with them to Montana. The whole state was without hope. Darlene and I got cozy again and went at it non stop. You know how it gets though. Well, sooner or later, one of us gets restless. Some of the factory girls at the ale house took me out to the lake one night and we had a threesome out on the rocks. They were hot, but no Marlene and Darlene. Well, that was then, this is now. I got straight, got my job as a grave-digger in the Pines, came home late one night and found Andy Salford with my Darlene. He was taking her from behind at the kitchen sink. Darlene gasping and moaning and shouting out sweet obscenities into the night. I felt around my pockets for my knife and thought about cutting Andy Salford up right there, but what was the use. For awhile anyway, I was on top of the world and I had the best piece of ass in town if not the fucking world. I sit and drink in my dark little room. I look out into the factory town night, looking for someone like her, but knowing god damn well I never will… Darlene F Self, M/F, Spanking, Bondage, Humiliation = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I found this story on an old backup disk that I was checking for content before destroying. MANY years ago while I was in college, I got into a "discussion" with an English major about writing - specifically writing porn. Since I wasn't an English major, Darlene said that I couldn't possibly understand how to create a good erotic story. After bickering back and forth for most of a semester we came up with a contest and wager that would prove which of us could write better erotic fiction. The plan was simple. Each of us would write a "letter to the editor" format story and the one that got published was the winner. A further requirement was that each of us would write the story in the other's name. I would write as though I were a woman, and she would write as though she were a man. Since we were talking about erotic stories, the bet was also erotic, but no real sex. If she won, I would be her naked slave for a weekend. Primarily she wanted me to clean her apartment in the nude, then make dinner for her and her apartment mates and serve it to them dressed in just cuffs, collar and bow tie. If I won, she would end up getting a naked-ass spanking on the bench under the flagpole in the center of the quad. Obviously, that would have to be in the middle of the night. It was a teacher's college and this was a LONG time ago. I was tempted to update the story to remove references that are out of date, but I decided to leave it as written and let the reader better guess how long ago it was written. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It was just before five on Friday evening. I looked angrily at Darlene's reflection in the mirror. Her hands were stained with various colors of ink. Her white dress had large splotches of chocolate across it. Her face was smudged with ink where she had pushed her hair up out of her eyes. She looked just like she felt, all messed up. Darlene had been a very bad girl today. First she went out at lunch and picked up a cheeseburger and fries rather than drink the diet mix she had brought from home. Then, because she was running late, and against office rules, she brought her milk shake back to work to finish at her desk. Naturally, she spilled it not only all over herself, but also all over a stack of overhead projector transparencies on her desk. One of the salesmen had left them there for her to put in protectors so he could use them at an important out-of-town sales presentation tomorrow afternoon. The transparencies were all smudged, and when Darlene attempted to clean them, the ink smeared and most of them were ruined. Mr. Ericson had very, very kindly let Darlene come home early and clean herself up after she had printed new slides out of the computer and prepared a special overnight delivery package to be sent to the salesman's hotel. Without the transparencies, the presentation would be wasted. "Because you went out to lunch", I began, "you will wear your slave chains all weekend and clean the apartment in the nude with all the curtains open for anyone to see you like the useless slut that you are. Because you spilled your milk shake all over your good dress, you will wear nipple clamps until the apartment is spotlessly clean." I looked Darlene directly in the eyes and continued, "Mr. Ericson should be the one to punish you for ruining the transparencies. The salesman had to leave without them in order not to miss his plane, and overnight packages are not cheap. The package will even cost extra because it has to be a Saturday morning delivery. That little mistake will cost you twenty-five hard ones with the paddle. Now strip and prepare to receive your punishment." Darlene quickly removed her clothing and stood naked in front of the mirror. I got out the "special purse" that I make Darlene keep in her closet. It contains the slave chain and other necessary items for Darlene's punishment. It also contained a large vibrator with various attachments for those rare days when Darlene is a very good girl. I began by locking on the slave chain. The slave chain is actually just a length of solid chain and two padlocks. First it is put around the waist like a very tight belt with one of the locks connecting it in back. Then, the remaining length of chain is brought forward between Darlene's legs and locked to the front of the chain. When I first bought the chain, I made Darlene go back to the hardware store twice to have links cut off so that it would fit exactly. The clerk wondered why she blushed such a deep red when he said, "I hope this fits tightly now." Today, because Darlene had been such a bad girl, I pulled the chain extra tight so that two links were hanging loose past the lock. The chain fit between Darlene's buttocks and pressed tightly against her puckered anus. In front, it dug deeply into her pubic hair. Looking in the mirror, Darlene could see that her tender cleft was split by the chain. She could feel the coolness of the links pressed against the insides of her labia. I was just getting ready to attach the nipple clamps when the phone rang. "Darlene?" "Yes" "This is Mr. Ericson. Where is that package you were supposed to prepare for the sales presentation?" I suddenly realized that in my hurry to clear my desk so I could leave I had put the overnight package in my desk drawer with my other work. "Oh, It's in my desk." "YOUR DESK IS LOCKED!!" screamed Mr. Ericson. "And because you lost your key last week and I loaned you the original, you have the only key to your desk. I need you to come back here immediately before the courier has to leave." Then he added, "And I do mean IMMEDIATELY!!!" "Mr. Ericson," I said, "I just got home. I'll be there as soon as I change into something more appropriate." "I don't care if you come down here naked," he replied. "I want that key here in five minutes or there will be hell to pay like you have never seen before in your twenty-three years of life on this earth." It normally took me almost ten minutes to drive to the office so I stammered, "Yes sir." and hung up the phone. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment and then thought, "What the hell, the coat covers everything." I grabbed my keys and my coat and headed for the car. I was half-way to the office before I realized that because I was so flustered I had grabbed my special purse rather than my regular purse. The only keys in the special purse were the ones to the padlocks on the slave chain. Luckily my desk key and my car keys were on the same ring. It took me eight minutes to get to the office. Mr. Ericson was pacing furiously up and down next to the front door all the while talking rapidly to the courier. "Open the damn desk!" he barked as I came through the office door. I had never seen him so angry. I quickly opened the desk and handed him the package. He gave it to the courier, looked at his watch, and said, "Only five after five. It still goes out tonight, correct?" The courier nodded and walked quickly to the door. I turned around to leave when Mr. Ericson's voice stopped me in my tracks. "You're not going anywhere. I am going to lock the front door so we are not disturbed while you take off that coat and wait for me in the office. Then you and I are going to have a little talk about your future with this company." "But..., but Mr. Ericson," I sputtered. "Don't give me any buts, young lady. Those transparencies mean keeping or losing a major client. I had to give that courier fifty dollars of company money to convince him to wait for that package. I am still trying to decide whether that fifty comes out of your regular pay, your severance pay, or the skin of your ass. Now take off that coat and go wait for me in my office. I expect to find you standing in front of my desk when I come in there." She didn't know what to do. At first she was filled with fear and panic, but then a sudden calmness came over her as she realized that years of fantasy were suddenly becoming reality. She wasn't standing in front of a mirror in her apartment telling Darlene what to do or telling Darlene how she would be punished. Mr. Ericson was doing the telling and Darlene was going to do as she was told. Darlene did exactly that. Darlene did what she was told to do. She dropped the coat off her shoulders as she walked into Mr. Ericson's office. There was a surprised gasp behind her and hurried footsteps as Mr. Ericson quickly locked the front door and then came into his office. He was carrying Darlene's coat when entered. He set it on the desk as he sat down in his chair. "That's quite an outfit, Darlene. Do you care to explain it?" "It's a fantasy game I play with myself, sir. If Darlene has been a bad girl she has to wear this slave chain and clean the apartment in the nude with all the curtains open. If she has been a very bad girl, she has to wear nipple clamps while she cleans." Mr. Ericson looked at Darlene's naked breasts. "Did you think that what you did today was only a little bit bad?" "No sir, I was a very, very bad girl today. But you called just as I was about to attach the clamps to Darlene's nipples. I had also sentenced her to a hard spanking." "How do you spank yourself?" "There is a paddle in the purse in my coat. Darlene's offense with the transparencies called for twenty-five hard swats on the behind." Mr. Ericson opened the purse and dumped the contents on the desk. He picked up the shiny black paddle and slid it across the desk. "Do it," he ordered. The paddle looked like a leather footprint lying there on the glass desk top. I reached for the stiff piece of leather, but I couldn't bring myself to pick it up. No one had ever seen me spank myself before. The humiliation was overwhelming. I turned a deeper shade red than I ever thought possible. "Do it NOW!" ordered Mr. Ericson. I leaned forward on the desk with one arm. With the other I picked up the paddle. I closed my eyes and began to spank Darlene. After two swats, Mr. Ericson said, "You don't even know how to spank someone. Start over and make Darlene count them out loud." "One, Two, Three, ..." As I counted, I felt Mr. Ericson's hand on my right breast. His touch caused a sudden, almost electric, feeling between my legs. He rolled the tip of my breast between his fingers and murmured, "You forgot something, didn't you?" Then I felt the sudden bite of the nipple clamp. As I felt the other clamp close down on my left nipple I heard him say harshly, "Did I tell you to stop spanking? When you stop you have to start over. Begin again." "One, Two, Three, ..." I knew Mr. Ericson was sitting in his desk chair watching me spank myself. I tried to imagine myself back at my apartment. I tried to tell myself that this was just like the many other self-spankings I had given Darlene, but I couldn't. This time everything was different from any other time before. Maybe it was because I was at work in the office. May it was because my boss was watching me. Maybe it was because I had dreamed of Mr. Ericson spanking me every time I had messed up something at work in the three years I had worked here. For whatever reason, this spanking was different. Each swat seemed to add fire to the chain between my legs. The warmth moved up my belly, and my hips began to move involuntarily with each swing. I could feel the padlock bouncing against my clit. The chain was beginning to get moist with my own juices. It started slip a little deeper into me with each slap of the paddle. It felt like the insides of my thighs were wet almost down to my knees. "... Twenty-four, Twenty-five." I knew my ass was bright red. I could feel the heat of where each paddle had stung the flesh. But I didn't care. I didn't want it to end. I leaned against the desk, breathing heavily, my eyes closed tightly. "Open your eyes and look at me." Mr. Ericson was standing beside me now. He turned me slightly so he was looking directly into my eyes. "I trust your judgement. You gave yourself twenty-five for what you did at lunch. How many swats do you think you deserve for making me waste company money on a courier and for forcing me to make you come down her tonight to unlock your desk?" I lowered my eyes to the floor and whispered, "Fifty." "Look at me when you answer. And speak up when you are asked a question. How many?" I looked straight into Mr. Ericson's eyes and said firmly, "Fifty, sir. I sentence Darlene to an additional fifty swats with the paddle." He walked around his desk and sat down on the couch. "I will execute sentence this time. Bring the paddle to me." I walked over and handed him the paddle. "Lay across my lap", he commanded, and I stretched myself out over him. "Remember to count each one or I will start over. And, if you make me stop, we begin again. Do you understand?" "Yes," I answered weakly, and he began. "One, Two, Three..." My ass was already burning from the first spanking. Each stroke seemed to explode against the flesh of my cheeks. Of course, Mr. Ericson could spank harder that I ever could. And he changed the strength and time of each stroke so I didn't know when it was coming or how hard it would be. And sometimes between strokes he would tweak my nipples or pull on one of the nipple clamps. It was excruciating, but at the same time it was ecstasy. "Thirty, Thirty-one, Thirty-two..." I could no longer feel the paddle on my skin. It was as though each stroke was liquid fire going directly into my clit. I pressed myself against his lap and could feel him move beneath me. Suddenly I felt the beginnings of an orgasm boiling up faster and faster within me. I could no longer count. I could no longer think. All I could do was scream with each swat, "Oh... Oh... Oh... " Suddenly it was over. I don't know when the actual spanking had stopped, but my orgasm seemed to continue long after I could no longer hear the crack of the paddle. After a few minutes, Mr. Ericson said, "Get up." I stood and faced him. " I should make you start over," he said, " because you lost count. But, you have an apartment to clean. And when you are done cleaning your apartment, you have my whole house to clean. Do you agree to that?" I silently nodded my head. Before you clean your apartment, however... before you show all your neighbors what a slut you really are, there are two things you need to do here." "First, I want you to sit down at the receptionist desk - yes, the one out front by the windows - and I want you to type out everything that happened today. Let me look at it on the word processor before you print it out and sign it. I think the world should know what your slutty fantasies have brought you to. So, I am going to mail your story to my favorite magazine and share you with the world. Do you agree to that?" Again I silently nodded my head. "After you finish that, I want you to type out your resignation effective three months from today. Even if I do own the company, there is a company policy against my wife working in the office. Do you agree to that?" It took a moment for his last statement to sink in, but then I nodded happily and said, "Yes. Yes!" "Good. If you do a good job writing up what has occurred today and if you clean my house properly tonight, I will see what kind of reward I can think up for you being very good. Tomorrow we will go shopping to see if we can find an appropriate silver chain for you to wear under your wedding dress." I stared at him for a moment and said, "OK." So, here I sit - naked except for a slave chain and nipple clamps - in front of a window where anyone driving by on the highway can see me - trying to write out the long story of what has happened to me today. I could have made it much, much shorter by just saying that today my best fantasy ever has become reality. But, after all, Mr. Ericson wanted to share me with the world, and maybe there is someone else out there waiting for their fantasy to come true. Mine has. Darlene = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. I don't expect much as this was written many years ago. Hopefully, my writing has improved significantly through the years. For the record, I never made Darlene and her apartment mates dinner, but I did have to explain to campus security why I was sitting on a bench in the middle of the quad at 2:00 in the morning with a blouse, skirt and pair of panties laying on the bench next to me. Luckily, he didn't look too closely at the bushes around the back side of the flagpole. Neither did he buy my, "They were there when I sat down!" excuse and had me accompany him back to the security office. He also took the clothing "as evidence in case something is going on." I almost ended up going to jail before they finally decided to let me go and see if something turned up. I guess it really didn't help that I was laughing to myself all the time we were walking back to the security office as I thought of Darlene, with her bright red ass, having to sneak back home wearing nothing but a pair of sandals. Darlene & Gerre Darlene and Gerre – Preparing for The First Meeting It wasn't exactly an earth-shattering phone call. Just the usual mid-week 'how ya doin' while phone call. This one, however, had a slight twist to it, and Gerre (short for Gerrald) had a nice "you're the prize catch" feeling in his mind. He was replaying the call in his head. "Gerrald, it's not a major problem," said his sister Susan, "Darlene's your niece, and she is right there in town near you." "I understand that, but ….. I haven't seen nor talked with her in over 2 years. I think your family reunion was the last time I saw Darlene." "Probably," said Susan, "and now she's a almost a sophomore in college, living literally right down the street." You could be courteous enough to sometimes take her out to dinner." "I guess so," replied Gerre. "I could work something in as long as no one expects too much. I don't want to impose by just showing up." Gerre stood for a moment, just staring at the phone. He said something exceedingly raunchy to himself, and then laughed while putting the cordless phone back in its base. He headed on over to the apartment complex gym center to work out while thinking over what his wife had called to tell him. He didn't miss a chance to do some type of hard workout 3-4 times a week. Gerre had spent nearly 30 years in Navy Seal Teams before he retired. He worked out because he liked being exceptionally fit, and the workout routines gave him time to relax and focus. Not that he disliked his niece; he only remembered her as a pretty, petite young girl. His military career had managed to keep him far away from most of the family for years. And, her parents were capital letter BIBLE THUMPERS, which didn't sit well with Gerre's more diverse, open-minded views on life. His new career as a computer consultant and technical editor was pretty damn dull shit to most outsiders. He knew he'd have to find out what his niece liked or disliked, or face a lot of shit from his sister on his next trip home. Damn, he thought, what if she's turned into a self-sacrificing, whiny ass bible thumper like her mother Rachel, his other sister,? Remembering certain events during the last time they'd been around each other, Gerre chuckled between breaths on the free weights. The bible thumper part he truly doubted He recalled rebellious attitudes, innate curiosity, and a minor incident that was really pretty funny afterward. It could have started a fight with his bible-thumping brother had he known what was happening. The clothing fad at the time of the reunion had been those baggy sweater tops with huge sleeves. He recalled his niece constantly wore one. She was playing music and doing some kind of routine. As he watched her, he realized he could see through the top when she had both arms extended and leaned forward a little. She had no bra or chemise on. From his vantage point, he could clearly see all of her chest and her small, perky breasts. Her taut nipples stood right out like darkened, pink berries on a scoop of vanilla ice cream. He could see a light sheen on her skin, indicating she'd been working out enough to sweat. The view was stunning and entertaining at the same moment. Gerre stood, intending to go quietly tell her she was "flashing" so no shit would happen with her mother. As he approached, his niece turned toward him and put her arm around his waist. As he reached to return the motion, his hand went right inside her loose top. Habit took over; he naturally curved his hand and softly cupped her right breast, the nipple resting on the upper edge of his hand. The touch was pure electricity for him. She looked at him but didn't say a word or appear to object being touched. She did blush a little, giggled, and told him all her bras were in the laundry. She asked him to please not tell her mom she wasn't wearing one. Gerre was still holding her small, warm breast in his hand when her father walked in. Darlene clamped her arm down, effectively trapping the hand cupped to her breast between them but well hidden from her father. She slipped her free arm around her uncle's waist, hooked her fingers in a belt loop, and pulled him into a slow twirl while remarking this was a new step she'd learned in her dance class. Doing this allowed Gerre to free his hand and move away without being seen. Her father made some comment about getting busy with dinner and left. As soon as he left, Darlene quickly kissed her uncle on the cheek, thanked him for not ratting her out, told him she liked his hands, and then ran upstairs. Gerre made no big deal of what had happened. To him, it was just a normal 'oops, aw shit, thing', nothing more. Nudity, bare skin, and any inhibitions associated with those behaviors had been happily, and soundly, routed out of his system years ago. After 30 years in the Navy, all the different duty stations across the globe had broadened his opinions and behaviors considerably. His own learned inner quiet nature, and his fortune in meeting unique people had changed him in ways only he needed to know. Those thoughts, and the memory of how cute she was, how soft and warm she felt had stuck in Gerre's mind as he headed into the shower. He realized his cock had thickened some while thinking about that day from the past and was about half erect. Well, sport, he thought, I'll just have to help you along. It had been almost 3 weeks since he had been able to "work on his attitude" as he called it. A well-drained man with empty balls is a happy man, Gerre thought in an old ancient Chinese philosopher mentality, as the showerhead sprayed hot water all over him. The slow, massage-like 'squeeze and release' motion he applied to his cock produced results in just a few moments. He was almost erect at 7 ½ inches, and the more he stroked, the more intense the feelings became. Using a waterproof lotion, Gerre stroked and squeezed his cock and teased his nuts until his cock was rock hard. The head was bright red with blood and heat from the effort as he picked up the speed of his hand on the shaft of his cock. He knew, thanks to an old girlfriend, that his cock would reach 8 ½ inches and nearly 2 inches across before it was fully aroused. The familiar tingle started in the fine hairs as his nut sack tightened signaled tat the pressure in his balls to let loose was almost there. His hand was a blur when he felt the start of that wonderful "kick in the ass" jump-start through the back of his balls. He read once a guy could feel the urge to shoot his load coming all the way down from his toes during good sex. The memories, his nut sack getting tighter still, the sensitivity in his cock head going up rapidly, and his furious jacking himself into cumming were becoming the same emotion. The first spurt of cum came rocketing free of his cock as he clinched his ass muscles. Ropes of hot cum splattered against the shower wall. The first spurts were so intense his knees almost buckled from the muscle spasms in his legs and crotch muscles. He was literally pulling his body forward with the intense strokes on his dick. Everything focused on getting that load out of his balls and past his dick head. The first spurt of his cum shot nearly 2 feet out before hitting the shower wall. Gerre thought, as he finished his shower, if for no other reason, thinking about his niece's tits could certainly made for a decent visual to masturbate himself to success. He had used other visual aids in his life; why not use such a cute image to 'bust his nut'. Just 3 miles away in a dorm on the local university campus, Darlene was wondering how much her uncle had changed since she had last seen him. She hadn't seen him in over 2 years. Not since the family reunion when she had been stupid to enough to work out in that baggy top and no bra. She knew her uncle had no intention of sticking his hand inside her sleeve that day when he put his arm around her. It went in because she raised her arm up to hug him; the angle was, well, just there. The feel of his hand on her small breast had left her speechless. She couldn't tell him no, and she didn't want him to let go, either. She had felt him gently hold, and then cup her right breast. He didn't squeeze her breast, or pinch her like the asshole kid next door used to do when he tried to feel her up. His hand was warm and soft; his finger lightly rubbing against her nipple was absolutely the most thrilling thing she had ever known in months. It was certainly more entertaining than doing her nipples herself! She recalled looking up at her uncle's face when she realized he was holding her right breast. The smile on his face was one of genuine surprise but she could tell he liked holding her as he was doing. She remembered trapping his arm in her sleeve when her dad walked in the room. He would've shit a brick had if he known where her uncle's hand was at right about then. All things considered, Darlene decided she liked her uncle a lot. A damn much a lot! He always seemed calm, didn't take shit from anyone, for any reason, ever. He was usually quiet and that truly irritated her mother. She wanted people to spill their guts to her, blah, blah, etc. She could definitely tell he worked out. It showed in the tailored clothes he wore, how he walked and moved, and how he handled himself with people. Taking with him always made her feel he was treating her like an older adult. Older than the almost 19 years old she was soon to celebrate. Her grandma had told her that her uncle was in the Navy for about 30 years. He had spent more than 3 years inside Vietnam, which he didn't discuss with anyone in the family. The best part to Darlene ﷓ her mother didn't "trust" sailors, and her father wasn't fond of anyone he couldn't bully into submission. With each thought, her uncle gained points in the "how to piss off parents" mentality contest. Darlene kept trying to recall things she knew, or had heard, about her uncle as she stripped off her leotards and sweats. She still danced for exercise to keep her own body trim and firm. Standing nude in front of her full-length mirror, she checked herself out. She measured just over the 5' 2" inch mark in height, maybe 105 pounds, and had matured into a nicely shaped 34C chest, with a 22-inch waist above smooth 33-inch hips. Lots more "tit" she thought than the breast her uncle had held about 2 years ago. Her trim belly was flat from the lower swell of her breasts to the beginning of her pubic mound. She kept her pubic area trimmed and neat for wearing her mini bikinis, and just because she liked it that way. She enjoyed how she looked, and she knew guys liked how she was built. Trim, tight, and still a virgin. Well, virgin as far as her pussy and ass were concerned, anyway. Some day, she thought, she'd decide who would be the first man up inside her, but no hurry. She knew how to give her boyfriends decent hand jobs, and let them occasionally feel her breasts when she didn't wear a bra. But, no fingers but her own inside her pussy, and only one "technical" blowjob. Technical in that her former boyfriend had forcibly held her, he was drunk at the time, while he forced her down on him and humped her face until he shot his load. She had gagged on his cum when he shot it into her throat but he made her swallow most of it. The rest he shot all over her face and chest when she pulled back. He made her get out of the car and walk home. End of that relationship right then. So, that wasn't her favorite sexual activity. Not yet, anyway. It was a possibility she wanted to learn more about, but in the future. For now, Darlene thought as she stepped into the shower, her own nimble fingers were plenty for her needs. The warmth of the shower felt superb on her body as she slowly soaped herself all over. She liked feeling the pulsating spray of hot water from the showerhead as it beat on her nipples and breasts. She alternated side-to-side, nipple-to-nipple, until she was warm and wet between her legs. Then, slowly sliding a finger lightly on her outer pussy lips, she was teasing herself into more excitement, causing the inner lips of her young pussy to swell and puff outward. She could feel her clit begin to enlarge and slide from under it's hood. Delicious was her word for being so sensitive where it mattered. She started easy, with one fingertip just barely touching the end of her clit. She'd already checked the communal shower area that no one else was around; so pleasing herself was truly a private affair. The focused rush, the awareness of her sexual senses nearly made her cum right then. She spread her feet apart some more, and supported herself at an angle against the shower with her free hand. More comfortable, she used the fingernail on her index finger to softly stroke her pussy lips, tease the fine hair along the edges, and finally move her clit around, up and down, back and forth. Sometimes she'd put one finger almost inside her vaginal opening but she'd stop. She wanted to savor the other feelings and save real first time penetration for a guy with a really stick cock. She knew her hymen was still there, still in place; her recent physical confirmed she hadn't broken it herself dancing or in sports. The teasing became more aimed to the places on her cunt lips that sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. She was flicking her clit back and forth faster, squeezing it and pulling on it like a miniature dick. It stuck out like a sore thumb when she was excited but didn't want to be. Now, she wanted it out there like a railroad signal flag to satisfy her desire, her hunger for the heat she needed, no wanted to achieve to burn off in orgasmic happiness. Creeping up the back of her mind, suddenly she peaked and went over the edge. Squeezing her thighs tightly together to intensify the sexual surge and pressure on her clit, she continued to furiously masturbate her pussy and clit until she was almost on her knees in the shower. Wet hair, dripping shower water, hung down around her face in soggy strings as her breath came in ragged starts and stops. Her nipples were hard, like small hot rocks when she touched them, sending yet another sensual thrill into her mind and body, triggering yet another orgasm. Her leg muscles almost cramped from the constant squeeze she had exerted on herself when she had hit her orgasmic peaks. No matter; she thought as stood up slowly to finish her shower, she'd be dancing again tomorrow afternoon; that would limber her body again. I wonder if my uncle still likes watching modern dance, Darlene thought, as she headed back to her room to change and go to dinner. Her aunt said he had learned how to do a massage that would just melt you into a puddle of pleasure while he was in Japan years ago. I'll just have to find out if and when we ever get together...