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Wild Child Ch. 01

By: TxRad



How the hell do I get myself into these messes? If I ever figure that out, my life will be dull and boring, believe me. Right now it's sure not dull nor boring. The fact is that, if a couple of people find out what I did, I'll probably be dead. The fact that they are my best friends won't help a bit. Yeah, I should have known better but what can I say, other than that I let my little head do my thinking for me in this matter, I have no excuse and make none. I wouldn't have missed this for all the money and fame in the world. 

What am I talking about? Every lecherous, dirty old mans biggest dream and favorite fantasy. What is that you ask? Only teaching a young virgin the ins and outs of sex, that's all. Be very careful what you dream about, it might come true and then where would you be? In a hell of a mess, like me, probably.

*****

My best friend, the guy I think of as the brother I never had, and I finished up a thirty-day job and I followed him home. He lives half the distance from the job as I do and we were both filthy from rigging our equipment down. I hate oil base mud with a passion. Oil companies love it because it makes drilling wells easier, faster, and cheaper. The fact that only Dawn dish soap or diesel will take it out of your cloths or get it off your skin isn't their problem.

When we got to his house, he hit one shower, while I hit the other one. His wife had handed each of us a bottle of Dawn and a dark green towel, a big grin on her face. "I'm not kissing or hugging either of you until you get that crap off." She had told us as we came through the back door. 

It took a while and a lot of hot water to get clean. I got out of the shower and dried off as best I could in the steamy little bathroom. Finally, I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door to let it cool off in there. 

I was using a smaller towel to dry the mirror when something caught my attention and I glanced toward the open door. Across the hall was the door to Rita's room, and she was sitting cross legged on her bed, hugging a pillow, a big grin on her face. Rita is my best friend's eighteen-year-old daughter, whom I have known, most of her life. She had always called me Uncle but we weren't related in any way. 

"What are you grinning at, rug rat?" I asked as I picked up the can of shaving lather and squirted some on my fingertips. She didn't say anything for a minute or so, as I started to shave. 

"I'm just sitting here daydreaming," she said and sighed deeply.

I glanced her way and asked, "I thought you were at your friend's house for the week? Something about studying for some tests. At least that's what your mom said."

"She's too flighty to study seriously, anyway she has a date for Friday night, and I didn't want to be a third wheel," she replied and sighed again.

"Why don't you have a date?" I knew she had been seeing the son of one of the local farmers. A nice young man, I had met him a couple of times. 

She made a snorting noise and I looked at her. "That bad, huh."

"Worse. He's been helping with the early planting for the last three weeks and by the time he gets home and cleaned up; it's too late to go anywhere. The one Saturday night we did get to go somewhere, he fell asleep on me by nine o'clock."

"Hey, at least he works, that's more than you can say about a lot of them," I said.

"He's a little boy, most of the time. Fun, but not a real man." She told me and sighed again.

I laughed and said, "Give him a chance; it takes time and experience to grow up. Believe me, I know, I'm still working on it."

She laughed. "Uncle Rick, you're crazy."

"And your point is?" I asked with a chuckle. She laughed again.

I finished shaving and rinsed my face. After I dried it off, I looked at Rita and asked, "Don't you have something better to do, than to sit there and watch an old man shave?" 

She shook her head and grinned. "No, not really. Anyway, I like watching you."

"Boy, do you need to get a life or what? Go do something before your mom puts you to work; you know how she hates to see you just sitting. She hasn't figured out that it's a part of being young. You need the time to work on your mental state which is mostly confusion."

"Uncle Rick, why do you understand things like that and my mom don't?"

I turned and grinned at her as I answered, "I've already raised my two kids, and I'm still a kid myself. Seriously though, I still remember what it was like when I was your age. Yeah, I know, that was a long time ago and we had dinosaur for breakfast, but some things never change, even if we want them to."

Rita grinned at that and laid the pillow aside. "Am I pretty?" She asked out of the blue, with a serious expression on her face.

I stared at her for a second in surprise at the question and at the changes in her since I had last seen her, some five months ago. She had filled out dramatically. I took a deep breath to stifle a grin and then replied, "Yes darlin', you are beautiful."  

"Come on Uncle Rick, I'm serious. Am I as pretty as mama?"

I wondered just how serious I should treat this. I looked her over for a second and then grinned as I replied, "A cute face, a great body; yeah, I'd date you and try to get into your pants, if I was a hundred years younger."

She stared at me with the same serious expression for a moment and then a grin slowly spread over her face. "I bet you could to, if you set your mind to it."

I laughed and shook my head. "Not on a bet darlin', If you didn't kill me, your mom would. Seriously though, you are beautiful and any man worth his salt would be honored by your company. You were lucky and inherited your mom's good points and added to them on your own."

"Added to? What do you mean, Uncle Rick?" She asked.

I grinned and said, "You have the boobs that your mom always dreamed about and you have her great ass and long, strong legs. You also have her good nature and great sense of humor. I think you also have her curiosity and probably her wild side also."

Rita sat there looking at me as she thought over what I said. I had my hair brushed and halfway dry by the time she crawled off the bed and walked across the hall and paused at the bathroom door. 

"Thanks, Uncle Rick," she said with a grin before she turned and went down the hall.

I leaned out the bathroom door and watched the sway of her ass, which was getting to be so much like her mom's, that it was scary. "Yeah, she's going to be a wild child, just like her mom." I thought to myself. I just wished I was young enough to be the lucky young man who was on the receiving end of that deal. If he lived, he'd have a memory for life. I know, I had one of my own but that was a lifetime ago.

*****

I ended up staying there for a couple of days before I got ready to head for my house. I started to mention the conversation I'd had with Rita to her mom, but for some reason, I hadn't ever gotten around to it. The timing never seemed right and there was always someone around. 

I was packing my stuff up, when my friend walked into the guest room and asked, "Can you stick around for a few more days?"

"Sure, no problem. What's up?" I asked in return.

"It's my dad, he's in the hospital. We're heading up there as soon as we can get some things packed. Rita has school today and tomorrow, both of which will be her final tests for the year, otherwise, we'd take her along. It's really short notice to find someone to stay with her, so if you could stay it would really help us out."

My mind flashed back to the talk I'd had with Rita and I started to say no, but if I did, then I'd have to explain things and I didn't want to cause any problems. So I said, "I can stay, I ain't got anything to do that can't wait. Rita will be no problem; you guys go do what needs to be done."

*****

That's how I ended up alone with Rita and where my problems begin. She was surprised to see me when she came in from school. I explained why I was still there and where her parents had gone. She asked about her grandfather and I told her that I hadn't heard anything but I'd keep her posted if and when I did hear anything.

She nodded at that and then a grin spread across her face. "At least I won't have to put up with old Miss Emily. She's a nosy old busybody and she smells funny. She never gives me a moment to myself. I think she was a prison guard when she was younger." 

I chuckled at that and shook my head. "Okay. How'd you do on your tests today?"

"They were a breeze, the hard ones are tomorrow." She replied as she tossed her backpack on the kitchen table. "I brought my books home, so I could go back over some of the stuff that is most likely to be on the tests."

"Good girl. You study; I'm going to go surfing on my laptop. When you get hungry, yell and I'll go get us a pizza or some chicken." I told her.

I grabbed a beer and headed for the office.

*****

I was talking in chat with a friend of mine in South Africa, who couldn't believe that someone had actually trusted me to baby sit, when Rita came padding into the office on bare feet. I looked up and just stared as I took in the outfit she was almost wearing. The hot pink tank top was straining to cover her boobs and it was very obvious that there was no bra under it. I could make out the large dark circles under the large tents of her hard nipples. The shirt ended about the middle of her belly. The men's boxer shorts below were pulled up tight into her sex and the waist band was rolled down a couple of inches below her navel. All in all, she was sexy as hell and reminded me of her mom, more than ever. I had seen her mom dressed this sexy on many occasions before she got married.

I decided not to acknowledge the outfit and asked, "Are you hungry yet?"

"Nope, I'm just taking a break. Since there's no one here but us, I decided to get comfortable in my own style." She replied. "What are you up to; ogling the pretty naked girls, I'll bet." She looked at the computer screen and frowned as she saw the chat screen scrolling slowly along.

I chuckled and said, "No, actually, I'm talking to a bunch of old fogies like me."

"Well, heck, that's no fun. I wanted to look at the dirty pictures and learn something," she said with a chuckle. 

"Are you trying to get me killed, because that's what your mom would do to me," I said with a chuckle of my own. "You need to get back in the kitchen and study before you get me in trouble."

She grinned at me and turned to head for the kitchen. "Slave driver," she said softly as she walked across the room.

My eyes were glued to the swiveling sway of her hips that reminded me so much of her mom. Damn, that would be such sweet trouble, I thought to myself. Once she was out of sight through the door, I let out the breath that I had been holding. That I should call old Miss Emily and get the hell out of there also crossed my mind. Well, she was just a young girl trying out her female wiles for the first time. I could handle it, I told myself. The hard tent pole in the front of my shorts, should have told me different.

*****

The next time she came into the office, I was looking at pictures of a naked woman. I minimized the screen and asked her if she was hungry. She looked at the desktop on the screen for a second, as a grin spread across her face. 

"I am starting to get a little hungry but I'm not starving. What are you looking at now? I know its dirty pictures because you shut it down when I came into the room," she said, still grinning.

"They are not dirty pictures and if you must know, they are pictures of your mom. In fact, she's dressed a lot like you are now." I told her.

"No way. Mom doesn't dress like this. She doesn't even let me dress like this," she said, the grin disappearing.

"Yeah, I know she doesn't now and I know how she lets you dress. I've started several times to tell you to go get dressed," I said softly.

Rita looked at me sharply and then she smiled shyly before she said, "I've been kind of teasing you and myself for that matter. It makes me feel sexy to dress this way, especially with you around. You like looking at me and I like you looking. Does that make sense to you?"

"Perfect sense," I said and then took a deep breath. "The only problem is that I'm a man and a dirty old man at that. Don't get me wrong, I love looking at you, but I shouldn't be thinking some of the things that I am. And yes, they are the same things that are boiling around in your brain. I remember being your age remember, and I also remember your mom when she was young. She was a wild child and so are you." 

I probably shouldn't have said a few of those things but I wanted to be as honest with her as possible. I wanted to be honest with myself also.

She grinned and said excitedly, "You and mom had a thing for each other at one time, didn't you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

I shook my head and said, "Smartass," under my breath. 

She laughed and asked, "Can I see mama's picture?"

I looked at her for a long second before I turned to the computer and clicked on the last picture I had been looking at. "If you ever tell her that I showed you this, I'll have to kill you. Although, I'd probably have to haunt you because your mama will kill me."

The picture showed her mom sleeping on a couch wearing a pair of silk boxers that were small on her and a tank top. The picture was an old Polaroid that I had scanned. Rita leaned over my shoulder and studied it for a while. I was well aware of the warm firm young breasts pressed against my shoulder and back. 

"She looks almost the same as she does now, just a little younger. You're sure right about the titties, mine are a lot bigger. Hers hardly raise a bump in that shirt," she said and then giggled as she rubbed hers against me.

I ignored what she was doing and said, "Yeah, they were small and still are, but they sure were sensitive. Just brushing my fingers across her nipples made her gasp and get wet." Suddenly, I remembered who I was talking to and hastily said, "I didn't say that, and you didn't hear that, you got me." 

Rita giggled and nodded as she leaned more firmly against my back. "And while you're at it, back off, rug rat, before you get us in trouble." She laughed this time but she did move away from me. Not far but not touching me either.

She sighed deeply and asked, "Do you have any other pictures of her?"

I nodded and replied, "Yes I do, but they're not for you to see, they're just for me."

"Oh, Uncle Rick, let me see them," she begged.

"Sorry but no, some things are private. Your mom posed for those pictures for me, one day when we were up at an old fishing lodge. We used to go up there to walk in the woods and talk. It was the only place that no one bothered us." I said deep in the memory.

"They must be something else, if you won't let me see them," she said, trying to wheedle me into showing her.

"Yes they are, but probably not in the way you mean," I said softly. I took a deep breath and went on, "She's wearing my old leather vest, hat, belt, and a pair of white socks, and that's all. We were acting crazy and she dressed up that way and posed for me." 

"Uh, what was she wearing before she dressed up?" Rita asked slowly.

I laughed and said, "Just the white socks."

"Oh!" she said sharply. I could hear the gears turning in her head.

"No, we weren't having sex, if that's where your mind is going. We had been caught in a rain storm while we were out for a walk. When we got back to the cabin, we were soaked and I built a fire. We took off our clothes and hung them up to dry. She had a pair of dry socks in her purse, why I don't know but she did. We wrapped up in a blanket and sat in front of the fire. Then she saw my camera lying on the table and decided to pose." I stopped talking and let my mind wander back over the rest of that day. 

Rita's voice brought me back to the here and now and I asked, "What did you say?"

She laughed and said, "You were sure lost somewhere."

I chuckled and said, "More like some when."

"I sure would like to see those pictures, Uncle Rick. I won't ever tell anyone about them, I promise," she said slowly. "I just want to see how mama looked."

I thought about it a minute and decide that showing her would be better than what her imagination might supply. "Ok, turn around, while I get them together. There's some other stuff on here that you don't need to see, and don't even think about trying to get me to show you those. The answer is a flat, non-debatable, no. And no, they have nothing to do with your mom," I said to her.

"Yes sir," she said as she turned around.

I brought up three of the six pictures from that day and then closed that directory. "Ok rug rat, you can turn around now." 

I put up the first picture. Her mom was standing in a doorway wearing a leather vest, a wide brimmed hat, a wide belt, and white socks. She was turned slightly from the camera, with her ass stuck out to the side and her hand on the back of the hat. Her bare right breast was clearly visible in the open front of the vest. She had a mischievous grin on her face.

"Wow!" was all Rita said as she once more leaned against me for a closer look. 

I closed that picture and opened the second one. Her mom was dressed the same way in this picture but she was facing the camera, with her arms above her head, her hands holding onto the top of the door fame. She was standing on one foot with the other slightly raised and her knee over a little to the right, hiding her sex with her thigh. The vest covered her breasts but showed she was naked from her head to the socks. She still had that grin on her face but to me there was a lot of love in her eyes. Even today, that look from her, melts me and it always will.

"Damn, I didn't know mama could look so hot and sexy," Rita said softly, more to herself than to me.

I laughed and nodded. "That she was, and that she is," I said in a whisper.

"You love my mother, don't you?" Rita asked in a soft voice.

"Yes, I do. I always have, since the very first time I saw her and yes, I will, until I die." I replied in the same soft voice.

"Why didn't you guys get married or something?" She asked quietly.

I shrugged and shook my head. "I don't really know why. It just wasn't meant to be, I guess. We both had things we had to take care of and somehow we never got it together." 

We both stared at the old picture for little while in silence. Finally I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ok, show time is over, let's go get something to eat," I said as I closed the picture.

I moved the mouse up to shut the computer down, only to have Rita say, "Hey, there's one more picture down there."

"It's almost like the last one," I said.

"I'd like to see it," she said.

I chuckled and replied, "Ok." 

As I clicked on the picture, I realized that it was the wrong one. I quickly closed it but not before I heard a gasp from Rita. 

"Oops, wrong picture," I said hastily. 

"No it wasn't," Rita said. "Can you bring it back up; I really want to see it. I've never seen that look on my mama's face before."

"And you won't either," I said softly, more to myself than to anyone else.

"Why was she looking that way? She looked sleepy but there was something else in her face? I don't know what, but it scared me, well, kind of. I'm not sure that's it either, it's more like it excited me." She paused and thought a moment. "I can't explain how it made me feel. I just don't have the words."

"You will one day, rug rat, believe me, you will," I said and shut the computer off.

Rita stood there looking at me for a moment and then she grinned and said, "I guess I want chicken. Can I go with you to get it?"

I don't see why not, I'm going through the drive thru. I'll get my keys and money while you get dressed," I said to see what she would do.


Wild Child Ch. 01



Faye tucked a curl behind her ear and climbed off the man below her.

"Where're you going?" The blond guy exclaimed. Faye gathered the things strewn on the dresser and dropped them into her handbag. She took her lipstick from the side pocket and dabbed it on her lips. Pursing them, she looked into the mirror and smoothed a few flyaway curls.

"Oh, it was nice," she murmured, dropping the lipstick back in and turning to slip her feet into her heels. 

The confusion on the man's face was amusing. She smiled to herself, then leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks for a good time," she whispered, running her hand down his naked torso and grasping his semi-hard cock. 

He gasped and spluttered as he watched her turn and leave the room, catching the last glimpse of her face as she flashed a smile at him.

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"So..how was Blondie?" The willowy redhead leaned back in her chair and sipped from her tall glass.

Faye shrugged. "Well you know me, Steph. He was all right, I suppose. A little young, a little eager, but all right."

Steph's eyes widened. "Faye! He was my best ever!"

Her friend laughed heartily and swirled her spoon in her mug of coffee. 

"You really need to settle down, y'know. You can't just go around like this forever," Steph frowned. She plucked the lemon half from her glass and popped it into her mouth. 

Faye watched her grimace and shrugged. "I don't know why you do that. And yes, I know. Someday." She looked out at the street where people walked by. "Just not right now."

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"So, you like poetry and long walks on the beach?" The dark-haired young man shouted over the din into Faye's ear. She strained to listen, body moving along with the mass of dancing people in the club. When she realized what he'd said she laughed and clutched at his shirt with one hand. 

"No, not really, I prefer to fuck," she shouted into his ear.

She watched as his face changed, a smug smile at the corner of her lips. If she could hear him over the beat of the music he'd be stammering right now. He recovered quickly, though, and leaned back in. 

"That's an activity that I like, too," he yelled. 

Faye laughed and threw her head back. As she danced, she spotted a tall man at the edge of the crowd. He was watching her. Pursing her lips, she ran her hands down her body as she moved to the music. He was dressed impeccably in a dark dress shirt and immaculate tailored pants. His hair was short and neat, except for the lock that fell in his eyes. It was too far to tell, but his eyes seemed to be a dark greyish blue. 

The man in front of her was dancing a lot more enthusiastically now, edging up to her and pressing his body into hers. Smirking Faye let him, but she turned so that mister smart in the corner could watch. 

Faye arched her back into her companion's front, sliding down his torso and feeling the rigid curve in the front of his pants pressing against her. She locked her eyes on the man in the corner, and he sipped his drink as he watched her turn to face the man she was with, moving her hips against his.

Mr. Happy behind her was getting a little too happy. Faye took his hands from her hips and put them away. She turned and walked to the back of the room, where the tall man stood by the bar.

"B-but I thought," 

Faye ignored his protests as she slunk to the back of the room.

"A glass of water please," She said in a sultry voice.

"Just a glass of water?" 

His voice was rich and quiet at the same time. He raised his eyes and looked at her. Yep. They were greyish-blue, flecked with darker tints in the shadows.

"Well. I like water," Faye took the tall glass handed to her and leaned against the bar top. She cast a glance at him over her shoulder. 

"You're a little dressy for this dump, aren't you?" She murmured.

A smile hovered at the corner of his lips.

"I like dressy." He walked slowly around her and stood by her. "My name's Tristan."

"Oh, we're introducing ourselves now?" Faye laughed. "My name is Faye." She tipped her glass back and tucked a curl behind her ear. It uncurled again and she pushed it back slightly irritably. Tristan watched her. 

"You should wear them long. They'd be tamer with the weight," he said. Faye worked her jaw. 

"I like them short. Why should I pander to your notions of femininity." She answered, tossing her head. 

Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Well. You certainly looked like you were exploiting your femininity on the dance floor," he remarked.

"What?" Faye swung to glare at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just. What it means." 

The dark-haired buffoon stumbled past the moving bodies on the dance floor and reached for Faye's hand.

"Did I do something wrong? Because I have no problems whatsoever with your preference of.. activity," he panted, clutching her hand.

Faye cast a glacial look at Tristan.

"No you did nothing wrong. Let's go," she snapped.

Tristan watched as Faye left the club, the stumbling youth in tow.

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"You're so beautiful," the young man stammered. Faye hooked her finger in the back of her bra and undid it. His jaw dropped. 

"Oh come on, it's just breasts. What's your name, anyway?" She took his shirt off and put a finger in the top of his jeans, pulling him to her.

"A-Alex," he mumbled, watching her as she undid his belt and unfastened his jeans. 

As she tugged Alex's jeans down, Faye looked up at his face. Was that a blush forming on his cheeks? How old was he, anyway? 

Alex stifled a gasp as Faye stripped him to his underwear and stopped to lick the skin on his stomach. He shivered. She pushed him on his bed. The next thing he felt was cool air on his bare cock, bobbing almost-nervously against Faye's face, and then her mouth slick and tight, sucking on his aching flesh.

He groaned low in his throat and clutched at her arms. 

"Oh-that feels so..so good," 

Faye grinned up at him and took more of his length into her throat. Alex made a guttural sound and bucked up involuntarily into her mouth. He didn't taste half bad, she thought to herself, laving her tongue around the flushed head of his cock. Tightening her lips she moved her head down over his erection and pushed as much of it as she could into the warm channel of her mouth.

Alex was in ecstasy. Nobody had ever deepthroated him before. His eyes rolled up and he shuddered as he savoured the sensations Faye was creating with her mouth and tongue.

When Faye felt the tell-tale trembling and tightening of Alex's ball sacs she stopped sucking him and looked up. She laughed low in her throat and climbed up his body to kiss him. Alex choked slightly at her fierce kiss and placed his hands awkwardly on her butt.

"Eat me," she whispered in his ear.

Alex gulped. He eased Faye onto her back and positioned himself between her legs. Tentatively he rubbed his thumb over the center of her panties. He was rewarded with a raw moan from Faye. Gaining confidence Alex pulled the fabric down past her legs and leaned back in.

He slid a finger down the strip of hair leading to her moistness and circled her clit with his thumb. Faye groaned and bucked against him. Leaning in he spread her lips and licked up the length of her labia. The sounds she made urged him on and he suckled her clit with his mouth, laving his tongue over the hard bud and dipping lower in her folds to taste her juices.

Faye closed her eyes and opened them again. Alex wasn't half bad at eating out a girl. His tongue felt exquisite n her, moving tirelessly against the sensitive flesh at the juncture of her legs. The sensations of his wet tongue sliding slickly over her clit and spearing into her pussy had her arching up into his mouth. She closed her eyes shut and gripped the sheets on her bed as he licked, licked, licked and licked at her. She felt his fingers prodding at her entrance then slipping into her aching passage. Curving his fingers against her he curled his tongue over her clit and she felt herself on the edge.

"Lick me," she breathed raggedly.

At her words Alex fingerfucked her harder and ate her pussy with abandon. She arched strongly against his mouth and he kept licking at her as she came over and over.

"That was..that was good," Faye gasped. She pulled Alex up to her and flipped him on his back. He smiled with anticipation as she slid down and up his body, his cock rubbing between her slick folds.

"So, you like fucking too, huh?" Faye purred. She spread her thighs and eased herself onto Alex's hard cock. His eyes rolled up with pleasure and she uttered hers as she felt him stretching her. "Oh, you feel so g-" 

Faye squealed as Alex rolled her over and poised himself over her, angling his hips and sliding heavily into her. "Yes I do," he breathed, pulling back out and pumping harder into her.

Faye laughed as she moved with the force of his fucking, then quieted and clutched at Alex's shoulders as his hard thrusts pushed her gradually closer to the edge.

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"I had a good time," Faye said softly, reaching down to plant a kiss on Alex's cheek. She stood there for a while, watching his chest rise and fall evenly with sleep, before picking up her bag and walking out the door.

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"So I heard you met a guy again last night?" Steph enquired, stirring her iced lemon tea slowly.

Faye thought of Tristan. 

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Rach saw you leave with some young fellow."

"Oh. That guy. Yeah. He was fun." Faye cut a piece off her apple pie and popped it in her mouth.

"Fun? So you didn't give him your number or anything?" Steph asked. Faye gave her a look of mock shock.

"No! Why should I? He's just some.. guy I picked up at the bar." 

Steph sighed. "I've told you countless times. You must find someone to settle down with. Someone good who holds your interest."

Again, Tristan's face flashed in Faye's mind. She shook her head as if to clear it of the image.

"Yes yes. Someday. Maybe." The tart tang of the apples filled her mouth. "Do you think I should wear my hair long?"

Steph stilled. "Why the sudden question? I always loved your curls. You used to wear them long all the time, remember, back when you were with-" 

Faye looked up. Her best friend stopped what she was saying and paled. "I mean. Yes. But you look good anyhow."

Faye tried to stop the memories that filled her mind. Memories of a time when she'd been happy. When she had loved. When she had shared her life with someone. Someone who was cheating on her all the while.

She shut her eyes tightly. 

"Wanna come clubbing with me tonight?" She asked, changing the subject. 

"I have to work, you know. I don't have the luxury of time that freelancing affords," Steph answered. She watched Faye's face. "Oh all right. Just once. And no crazy antics or anything like that."

Faye cheered up. "Okay. Promise."

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"Remember no crazy antics!" Steph yelled in Faye's ear as she was pulled into the mass of lights and throbbing bodies. Faye laughed and started dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Steph giggled and followed her lead.

The strobe lights and the thudding beat had her mindless in no time. Mindlessness was just what she needed. Mindlessness was the best thing you could get when --

"Hello," a masculine voice sounded in her ear.

Frowning Faye turned to see who it was.

"Tristan? What are you doing here?" she yelled. 

"Dancing. What are you doing here?" He answered, dapper as ever in a dark suit.

"Dancing!" 

Steph peered curiously at Tristan. Faye pulled her closer.

"This is Steph! Steph, Tristan!" 

Tristan smiled and took Steph's hand in his, raising it to his lips for a kiss. Steph blushed. Faye felt a strange fluttering in the pit of her stomach. 

"Pleased to meet you!" 

Steph smiled sweetly and looked at Faye.

They danced through the night. Shot after shot ensured Faye was limber and up for anything. She felt the familiar buzz in her body as she danced with Tristan. He was stark sober and never made any lewd moves toward her. What a shame. Faye leaned into him and giggled into his ear.

"You're handsome," 

Tristan smiled.

"But sooooo uptight," she drawled.

He frowned.

"Come on, loosen up a bit," Faye breathed on his neck, rubbing her body against his. Tristan looked down at her face. 

"Faye," Steph blurted. She stood bent at the waist, her hands on her stomach. "I don't feel so good,"

"God, Steph, you're wasted," Faye muttered. She turned to her and led her outside. Tristan followed behind.

Faye patted Steph's back as she retched in the street. The stench and the chill air sobered her a bit and she turned to look at Tristan as he stood beside her.

"Will she be all right?"

Faye grimaced. "I think so. But I gotta get her home," 

"Wait here." Tristan disappeared.

A sleek dark car pulled up a few minutes later. The window rolled down.

"Get in," Tristan said. Faye opened the door and pulled a semi-unconscious Steph into the car. 

"Where to," Tristan looked in the rear view mirror.

"To my place. Second avenue," Faye said, looking down at her friend. Tristan checked the mirrors and drove off.

-------------------------

" I guess she'll be all right." Faye looked at Steph, who lay sleeping on her guest bed. She looked up at Tristan, who stood beside her. "Thanks."

He smiled. "No problem. Well, I guess I should be going," 

"Wait," Faye reached out and touched his arm. He looked back at her. "You're just leaving like that?"

"Well.. Yes.. It's late and I have work tomorrow." 

"Oh." Faye frowned slightly.

Tristan smiled. He tipped her chin up and gazed into her eyes. She felt a tinge of something deep in her bones. When he leaned in she closed her eyes and lifted her lips. 

Tristan kissed her on her cheek.

"I'll see you around,"

A flash of pearly whites, and he was gone.

Faye sank onto the bed next to Steph. 



Wild Child Ch. 01



"If you're going through the drive thru, then I'll wear what I've got on, if that's alright with you," she said softly.

"What if one of your friends from school is working the window, you've got to think about your reputation," I said. "Me, I'm just a dirty old man and I sure won't say anything to anyone. I like living to much."

She laughed and pulled a big old sweater off the coat rack. "This will keep my reputation in tacked, but still give me the thrill of running around this way."

I shook my head and went to get my stuff. I was playing with fire and I knew it. I wasn't joking when I said her mother would kill me, if she ever found out about any of this.

*****

Rita carried the sweater as we walked out to the truck. I unlocked the passenger door and watched as she climbed up to sit on the seat. I shut the door and took a couple of deep breaths as I tried to clear the vision of her beautiful sweet ass from my mind. Those boxers pulled up the way they were, just accentuated her ass and sex as much as they covered them. I walked around to my side and got in. 

I got the truck started and backed out of the drive. As I started down the highway, Rita slid over next to me and said, "I feel naked dressed like this. I've always dreamed of riding around like this or naked, its one of my favorite fantasies."

"You're closer to naked than you need to be around me," I said.

"I trust you, Uncle Rick," she said and kissed me on the cheek.

"Yeah, but I don't trust you and I sure as hell don't trust me." I replied.

She sat there beside be quietly until we were almost into town. Then she slid forward on the seat and peeled off the tank top. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked loudly.

She laughed and slipped the sweater on. "I'm going to enjoy my few minutes of freedom," she said and sat back on the seat, wrapping the sweater around herself.

"Damn girl, you're going to be the death of me yet," I said in mock anger. Actually, I was enjoying her rebellion, if you want to call it that. Letting her wild side free is more like it.

She turned in the seat and opened the sweater, flashing her tits at me. "You're not really mad, are you?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

I laughed and shook my head. "I should have my head examined and the rocks rearranged," I said. "No, I'm not mad but quit doing that before you cause me to have a wreck. I can just see the headlines now. Half nude teenager found in wreck with a dirty old man, mother taken into custody for mangling his body even more beyond recognition than it was." I ended with another laugh.

Rita laughed along with me. A moment later she said, "Okay, Uncle Rick, I'll behave while we're in town but I want to ride home naked."

"Oh, Dear Lord," I said. "If you don't cut it out, I'm going to spank you."

She giggled and replied, "Would you please, right on my bare butt."

I laughed at that, as memories of her mama saying the same thing flashed across my mind. At that point, I knew I was in total and complete trouble. My life was now in the hands of an eighteen year old, female woman child. She was of age, so all they could do was kill me; I couldn't go to jail and end up with a boyfriend named, Bubba. Lucky me.

*****

True to her word, Rita was good while we were in town getting the chicken, but as soon as we hit the city limits sign, she pulled off the sweater and wiggled out of the boxer shorts. The fact that she sat on the far side of the truck and covered up with the sweater was all that kept me from having a heart attack. I didn't say anything; my mind was to full of visions of her tight sweet body. I just drove and watched her out of the corner of my eye from time to time. 

For a few miles, she kept the sweater over herself. Then she lowered the upper part, exposing her breasts. They were twice as large as her mothers but still small enough to fit her slim body. Where her mothers were cone shaped, Rita's were rounder and fuller. They had the same puffy aurora under the large hard nipples though. Once, she reached up and ran her hand over them. This made her take a shuddering breath. So I knew they were just as sensitive as her moms. 

We were almost to the turn into her house, when she finally got the nerve up to remove the sweater completely and laid it on the seat. I grinned as I drove right on past the driveway. 

She looked over at me and asked, "Where are we going?"

"I thought we might have a picnic at the park down by the river," I said nonchalantly. "There shouldn't be anyone down there at this time of the evening and it's cool enough that the mosquitoes won't carry us off."

She grinned and sat up a little straighter, turning slightly on the seat, so she could pull her legs up under her. She gave a little shudder and I asked, if she was cold. 

"Just a little cool." She replied. "At least the outside of me is," she added with a giggle.

I turned the heater on low and chuckled softly. "I can understand that. You're mother used to love to ride around naked. She didn't want anyone to see her but the thought that they might, would get her so turned on that she couldn't stand it."

Rita nodded and grinned. "I know exactly how she feels. Every time I see a set of headlights coming toward us, I have this urge to duck, even if it is dark. I know they can't see me but it makes me tingle all over to think that they might. The fact that you are watching me is just adding to the excitement. If I touched myself right this second, I'd explode."

That vision floated through my mind for a second before I said, "Please don't, or at least wait until I stop this truck. I'd wreck for damned sure if you do."

She laughed and licked her lips. "I might not have to touch myself; the thought of you watching me, has me right on the edge," she said in a soft halting voice as she squirmed in the seat. 

I reached up and turned the overhead light on. When I did, she groaned deeply and her stomach muscles jerked in a series of spasms as her orgasm washed through her body. I left the light on until she started to settle down and then I turned it back off. She took a deep breath and blew it out noisily. 

I made the turn off that led down to the river and then glanced over at her. She smiled and then grinned. "That's never happened before, I mean without me touching myself, that is." 

I didn't say anything so she asked, "What kind of effect, am I having on you? A good one, I hope."

I was driving slowly and slowed even more as I reached up and turned the overhead light back on. "I'd say it was good," I said, indicating the tent in the front of my shorts. When I flexed my ass muscles and made my manhood move under the soft silky material, Rita giggled. I reached up and turned off the light.

"Hey, why did you turn off the light?" Rita asked.

I chuckled and replied, "I'm about to turn into the park and I really don't want to give anyone a free show, if there's anyone here."

"Oh," she said and reached for the sweater. She didn't cover up with it; she just kept her hand on it.

It had been dark on the highway, and the side road, the only light coming from the dim glow of the dash lights and reflected light from the headlights. Here in the park, there were several streetlights spotted along the road in, and around the two parking lots. 

I pulled to the back of the second lot and parked as far from the light as possible. I hadn't seen any cars as we drove in, so I assumed that we had the place to ourselves. At least I hoped so; I was having a ball watching Rita.

I grinned as I opened the door and got out. With the overhead light on and me standing up, my hard-on was even more obvious. Rita's eyes locked onto the front of my shorts and she licked her lips, which made my shaft jerk on its own accord. 

"Come on; let's eat at the table over by the playground," I said and reached behind the seat for the bag of chicken and the cokes.

Rita looked around but really couldn't see with the light on. "Are you sure there's no one around here." She asked.

With a grin, I replied, "I think we're alone but you can never be sure."

She frowned for a second and then she grinned. "Well, what the hell, I wanted excitement and now I've got it. I can't chicken out now," she said as she opened the door and got out of the truck. 

She shivered, whether from excitement or the cool breeze, I wasn't sure. "That wind is chilly," she said and reached for the sweater. 

I closed the truck door and took our supper over to the table. When I turned to look at Rita, she had slipped the sweater on and had one button buttoned. She had a big grin on her face as she walked toward me. 

"I can't believe that I'm actually naked or very near it, in this park. I'm almost too excited, to eat," she said.

I chuckled and handed her a coke. She took a sip, as I unwrapped the chicken strips and opened the gravy. "Well, just keep an eye on the front gate; if anyone comes out here, we'll be able to see them long before they can see us."

*****

Excited or not, she did a good job of helping me polish off the chicken. When we finished, I bagged the trash and tossed it into the large drum near the front of the truck. While I was there, I got a cigarette and lit it. I also saw my digital camera and picked it up.

Back at the table, Rita saw the cigarette and frowned. "I thought you were quitting, Uncle Rick."

I chuckled and nodding. "Yeah, I am. I'm down to about five a day. The ones after a meal or with a beer are to hardest ones to stop though. I'm getting there, after smoking for nearly thirty five years, two packs a day, I'm doing pretty well."

With a mischievous grin, Rita pulled the sweater back, revealing her right breast. "Here, suck on this instead, it'll help you quit."

I laughed and put my hands up, making the sign of a cross with two fingers. "I don't think so, that would be far more dangerous to my health than cigarettes have ever been."

She laughed and said, "Chicken."

"Yeah, and a live smart chicken to boot." I replied with a chuckle.

She laughed and got down off the table, where she had been sitting. Seeing the gray case on the table she asked, "What's that?"

"My camera case," I said.

She looked at me for a second and then asked, "Are you going to take my picture, like you did mamas?"

"I can, if you want me to," I said. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. I just thought, I might get a few pictures to ogle, I mean look, at in my old age." 

She laughed and picked up the case, handing it to me. "How do you want me?" She asked and then giggled. "That didn't sound right, but you know what I meant."

"Talk about a loaded question. You nearly gave me a heart attack," I said with a grin. "As for the pictures, use your imagination. Let's see what you can come up with."

She thought a moment, as I got the camera out and checked to see if the flash was on. With a grin, she climbed up on the table and sat down. She turned slightly sideways and opened the sweater and then held it together with both her hands, just covering her breasts. I stepped back a ways and snapped the shot. The flash bloomed brightly and then it was once again dim light. 

"That was a good one," I said softly, encouraging her

She grinned and shrugged the sweater off her shoulders and then took up the same pose. I took the picture, another good one. She giggled when I told her so. 

She put her hands slightly behind her and leaned back on them. Now the sweater didn't cover any of her except her upper arms. Her full breasts were displayed to perfection as she arched her back. Her nipples were hard enough to be slightly puckered looking from the cool night and her excitement. She also had that same grin, which I had seen on her mom's face, so often. I took the picture.

Sitting up, she slipped the sweater off, and said, "I want to play on the playground stuff. Do you think it's safe to get that far from the truck?"

"We can take the sweater with us; it's almost long enough to be a dress on you," I said.

She giggled and said excitedly, "Then come on, this is fun. I like having my picture taken, even better when I'm naked. It gives me such a rush."

Who was I to argue? I thought, as I followed her toward the playground equipment. 

*****

She spent almost an hour, climbing, sliding, and swing. I took nearly thirty pictures. Some of them were spontaneous but a lot of them were of her posing as she wanted to. The one of her hanging by her knees from the monkey bars was spectacular, as was the one of her lying on her side on the top of them, one leg straight and the other held high up in the air. 

She was on the swing, when a set of headlights appeared at the front gate. When I told her, she jumped off the swing and ran to where the sweater was hanging and slipped it on. The car took it's time driving in and we were back at the truck by the time it got to the back parking lot. Rita got in and buttoned the sweater up. 

I opened my door and took a moment to light another cigarette. I needed it after watching Rita's beautiful naked young body for so long. I also needed for the raging hard-on I'd had for so long to calm down. I also didn't want to appear to be in any hurry to leave, in case it was the sheriff. 

It was. He pulled up by the back of my truck and rolled down his window. "The park closes at ten and I'm going to lock the gate on my way out," he said.

"Thanks officer, we were just leaving." I replied. 

He nodded and rolled the window up, as he drove on down toward the restroom area.

I got in the truck and had us on our way very shortly. Rita alternated between, giggling and saying, "We almost got busted." Until I was out the gate. 

Once we were on the road again, she unbuttoned the sweater and slipped it down off her shoulders. She squirmed around on the seat for a second and said, "Damn, I'm so wound up I could just explode. If I don't do it before we get home, I'm sure going to help it along when we do get there."

I chuckled and whispered, "Wait until I get the camera back out, ok."

She groaned softly and said, "Damn, Uncle Rick, you sure do know which buttons to push on a girl, don't you. Now you've got me thinking about you taking pictures while I finger myself." She groaned again and bit her lower lip. 

When I chuckled, her eyes snapped open and she said, "It ain't funny, you know."

"Yes I know," I said with a grin.

*****

Rita was quiet, the rest of the way home except for her occasional soft moan and her squirming around. When I stopped the truck in front of the house, she whispered, "You'd better get that camera out in a hurry. I've been holding myself in check, by telling myself, I had to wait until we were home. Well, now we are, and I'm not sure how long I can hold it back."

I grabbed the camera case and opened it, as she turned on the seat and brought her feet up. She leaned back on the door and spread her knees apart. I took her picture. She moaned at the flash and her left hand went to her right breast, as her right hand slipped slowly across her stomach to rest lightly on her mound. Her fingernails combed the sparse hair there for a second. I took a second picture. 

She moaned again and allowed her middle finger to slowly slip down between the folds of her sex. As her body jerking at the start of a monster orgasm, I took another picture. She yelled and came even harder. The climax rolled over her in wave after wave, going on for several minutes. 

About the time she started to calm down, I took the last picture I had left in the camera, but for this one, I leaned in closer and captured just her upper body.

With a smile, I put the camera away. Now, she will know what that expression was on her mothers face. It was on her face, right this minute. 

*****

The phone rang a few minutes after we got in the house. I went to get it, while Rita headed for the bathroom and a shower. She'd made quite a mess, and we would have to wash or rinse out that old sweater before her parents got home.

After I said, "Hello." My buddy asked how things were at the house. 

I answered, "Well, they're not too bad. The fire department got the fire out in record time but I need to ask. Did you always have a swimming pool in the basement?"

"What!" came out of the receiver, loud enough for me to move it back from my ear. Then there was a quick pause and then he went on, "Asshole! We don't have a basement."

I laughed and said, "Everything is fine, Rita did well on her tests today. She brought some books home and has been studying her little ass off. We went and got some chicken for supper and took it out to the river park for a picnic. Now she's in the shower and getting ready for bed. How's your dad?"

"Well, it wasn't his heart but they're not sure what it is," my friend said. "He's still unconscious. Mom found him on the floor of the bathroom and called an ambulance. It might have been a stroke. They need to run some more tests and we're waiting for him to wake up. We'll be here for a couple more days at least."

"Well, don't worry about us; we've got everything under control here. You take care of things there and say hello to your mom for me. I'll fill Rita in on what you've told me," I said.

"Ok. I'll call you tomorrow, if they find out anything by then. If not, you have my cell phone number. If there is a problem, don't hesitate to call me."

"Everything will be all right." I told him.

"I hope so; I'm not sure how my mom would handle it, if something happened to dad. Ok, I'll talk to you later. Goodnight," he said and hung up.

*****

I went into the office and started my laptop. I opened my camera and got the card out. I was downloading the pictures when I heard Rita coming down the hall, calling my name. 

"In the office," I said loudly.

"Was that mom?" She asked as she came through the door.

"No, it was you dad," I said before I turned and looked her way. 

I grinned at the towel wrapped around her head and smiled at the other one, wrapped around her body, covering it from under her arms to mid thigh. What the hell makes a woman, any woman, so sexy when she's dressed in just a towel? I grinned at the answer that floated through my brain. "You know that they are naked under there."

I filled Rita in on what her dad had said, all but the last part about her grandmother. When I finished, she walked over and leaned on the corner of the desk I was sitting at. 

"Do you think grandpa will be alright?" She asked in a whisper.

"I sure hope so," I said. "He's a tough old bird; I've known him longer than I've known your dad and your grandpa is a fighter." I paused a moment and looked into her eyes. "Look, medicine has advanced a long ways since I was a kid and lost my grandmother. They can do things today; we would have called miracles back then. So don't worry little one, we'll just have to wait to hear from your dad."

Rita's eyes were filling up with tears quickly and the next thing I knew, she was in my lap with her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her and rocked her gently. She never really cried but she sniffled from time to time. 

After a while she asked, "Why do people have to die?"

I hugged her and said, "He's not dead and he's got a good chance of living." I took a deep breath and went on, "People die to make room for new people. It's the way of nature; there's nothing mean or vengeful about it." Rita nodded her head against my chest.

We sat there for a long time, until Rita yawned. "Ok, rug rat, it's time for bed; you have school and tests tomorrow."

She nodded her head but didn't move for a few seconds. Then she sat up and kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you, Uncle Rick," she said and stood up.

"You're welcome dear," I said in reply.

She stood there, looking down at me for a moment, and then she said, "Goodnight."




Wild Child Ch. 01



"Goodnight, sleep tight." I replied.

She smiled and headed for the door. At the door, she paused, and looked back at me. "Aren't you going to tuck me in or something?" She asked softly.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nope. I'm going to sit right here and be a good boy."

She grinned and pulled the towel off her head, shaking her damp hair out. Then she dropped the other towel and whispered, "You don't know what you're missing."

With a grin of my own, I said, "Of yes I do, now go to bed like a good girl, before you kill me or make me commit suicide."

She giggled and said, "I had to tease you." Then she disappeared down the hall.

My hands were shaking as I reached up and ran them over my face. I took a deep breath and blew it out noisily, as I went back to downloading the pictures I had taken earlier.



Wild Child Ch. 02



Friday afternoon, I was sitting on the patio, sipping on a beer, when Rita came running around the corner of the house. When she saw me, she yelled, "I'm free, I'm free."

I laughed and shook my head. "So you finally made it out of high school, congratulations. I never had a doubt that you wouldn't make it. Now, let's see if your grades are good enough to get you into a good college." 

"Well, I'm not quite out yet, but there's only two days left next week and it'll be a month before they have all the grades out," she said as she danced around the table, I was sitting at.

"How'd you do on your tests today?" I asked.

She sat down on the table near me and laughed before she replied, "Pretty good, once I got the daydreams about last night out of my head. I was so wound up this morning, feeling so much a woman of the world from running around naked and letting you take my picture. I just wish I'd seen the pictures." 

She paused a moment and grinned. "It's probably best that I didn't, I had a hard enough time getting to sleep as it was. Then when I did go to sleep, all I did was dream of what might have happened, if you had followed me to bed." She paused again and took a deep fluttering breath. 

I chuckled at her exuberance and took a sip of my beer. She looked at me with that look, the one I loved on her mothers face. Then she grinned and asked, "Can I get naked again today? You can take some more pictures of me. I'll bet it'll excite me even more in the daylight than it did in the dark."

I frowned and replied, "I'm not to sure that's such a good idea. I made it through last night, without getting myself into bad trouble. I'm not sure I can handle two days in a row."

"Oh, come on, Uncle Rick, it'll be alright. I promise, I won't tease you anymore than I can help or that comes naturally," she said and then laughed.

"What comes natural is what scares the hell out of me," I said under my breath, which made her laugh even more.

"Ok then, let me see my pictures. You go fire up the computer, while I change clothes. I'm tired of wearing these jeans," she said as she slipped off the table and kissed me on the cheek. "Come on, Uncle Rick, I'm all wound up and need to do something."

I grinned up at her and stood up. "Ok," I said. "But I don't want to see you wearing anymore Boxer shorts."

She grinned at me and heading into the house at a dead run. 

*****

I had the computer fired up and the pictures resized down to full screen size by the time she came walking into the office. I watched as she walked toward me and stifled a grin. She wasn't wearing men's boxers but what she did have on wasn't much better.  

The tube top had a knot tied in it between her breasts and one on either side of them. This just emphasized them all that much more. They were completely covered and the material wasn't transparent but your eyes were drawn to her breasts anyway. The waist band of the flared skirt she had on was several inches below her navel and ended about mid thigh. 

She watched me, watching her as she walked up to me and then she grinned and said, "See, I'm dressed decent."

"Where are you getting these clothes, I know your mother doesn't let you wear stuff like this," I said as my eyes wandered over her bare belly. There were a couple of stray hairs from her mound just visible at the waistband. 

With a grin, I added, "You also need to trim the hair at the top of your mound, if you're going to wear things that low on your hips."

She glanced down to see the hairs and giggled. "I've just recently start to get any hair down there. It's kind of a new deal for me. I know mom keeps hers trimmed short on her mound and shaved around her sex but I haven't decided what I'm going to do with mine. Until I do, I'm just going to keep it trimmed up neat."

She took a minute to tuck the hairs out of sight and then looked at me. "As for the clothes, my girlfriend and I pick up things at the thrift shops and then we modify them until they look like we want them to. I keep most of them at her house but I keep a few in an old box in my closet. We wear them in our rooms or around the house when no one is home. We wouldn't dare wear them anywhere else. Our mom's would probably kill us if they ever found out, but what the heck, a girl's got to do, what a girl's got to do."

"Your mom might just surprise you one day, when she finds those clothes. I've seen her dressed up in some pretty sexy outfits, in her time," I said with a smile at some distant memories.

Rita looked at me for a moment and then said, "Since I saw those pictures of mom, I've thought of her in a little different light. It just blows me away, how sexy and beautiful she was, and I guess she still is. But she sure stays on my case a lot. If she was as wild as you say she was, then why does she come down on me so hard?"

I chuckled and replied, "Because she sees a lot of herself in you and it scares her. She doesn't want you going through some of the same shit, she went through. Your real dad was an asshole and treated her very badly, I'm sorry to say. Your new dad is a much better guy and treats her right for the most part. No marriage is perfect but some are a lot better than others."

She looked at me for a second and leaned her hip against the side of the desk, as she thought about what I had said. After a few minutes, she nodded and said, "Yeah, I know you're right about my real dad, I remember some of the things he used to do. I still love him because he is my dad, but not like I used to, before I found out about some of that stuff. My new dad is hard on me too, but he's fair about it. Most of the problems we have are my stubbornness and his lack of patience with my absentmindedness. I know he's good for and to mom, so I guess it's all right."

She stood there staring off into space for a few moments and then she stood up straight and grinned down at me. "Ok, now I'd like to see the pictures, if you have them ready."

I did and I brought up the first one I had taken with her on the picnic table. She studied it for a moment and then she whispered, "Wow, I look a lot like mom did and I'm almost as sexy."

I didn't say anything; I just brought up the second one. She looked at it and then she grinned. "Damn, that is sexy." 

She leaned closer to the screen and rested her hand on my shoulder. "I like that picture, you can't see anything but I look so sexy and so grown up." 

Then she chuckled and added, "I've got mama's grin, too."

I nodded and pulled up the third picture. Rita just stared at it with her mouth slightly open, her eyes flicking from one point to another. "Holy shit," she whispered softly. "I didn't know I looked like that."

I chuckled and said, "Well, you do. The camera doesn't lie."

She glanced at me and went back to looking at the picture. "One of these days, I want a copy of this picture, when I'm grown up and out on my own. I want to blow it up and hang it on the wall above my bed." 

I smiled and said, "Then I know what I'll get you for your twenty first birthday but only if you let me help you hang it." 

She chuckled and kissed me on the cheek before she said, "Well, that would be one way to get you on my bed." I turned and looked at her sharply. She only laughed and then looked back at the screen.

I started going through the rest of the pictures from the playground. Most, made her laugh or at least giggle. A couple of them, she thought were sexy and a couple she blushed at. One of those was one of her on the slide. She was holding onto the hand rail at the top and she had her legs spread over each side of the slide. Her sex was clearly visible, as were the thin inner lips and the bright pink of her slit. 

"Uh, I got a little carried away, didn't I," she said. 

I chuckled and went on to the next picture. She was on the swing, holding onto the chain, as she leaned back, her legs spread wide apart. Her sex was also very visible in this one and it was very obvious how excited, sexually, she was. 

She giggled and whispered, "If that car hadn't showed up, I think I could have come right there in that swing. Between the caress of the wind as I swung, and you being damn near between my feet at the top of each swing...." She let the sentence trail off.

I clicked on the next picture, which showed her leaning back against the door of my truck, her knees raised and spread wide. She had one hand on her stomach and the other just below her breasts. She had this wild expression on her face.

Rita didn't say anything, so I went on to the next picture. She was in the same position but her left hand was cupping her right breast and the fingers of her right hand were on her mound. Her eyes were closed now but the wild expression was still there.  

Rita gave a little shiver next to me and whispered, "I was so turned on right then, all that mattered was my getting off. The funny thing though was that I wanted it to last as long as possible." She chuckled and added, "The antsy feeling of anticipation that is, not the orgasm itself. Although, when it did hit me, I thought it would never end."

I flicked to the next picture that showed her middle finger in the top of her slit. Rita shifted her weight from foot to foot as a shiver ran through her body. With a grin, I brought up the last picture and looked up at Rita's face as she looked at it. She stared at it for a long time with a funny expression on her face. Her gaze flick to me and then back to the screen. 

She took a deep shuddery breath and whispered, "Now I understand that last picture of my mothers." She shivered again and added, "You were sure right, when you said, I'd have to have that look before I understood it." 

Then she looked at me with a big grin. "Both of mama's hands were on her breasts when she had that expression; so what were you doing or rather, what had you been doing?"

I grinned and replied, "I'll never tell." Then I licked my mustache. 

Rita's eyes got big for a moment and then she started to laugh. I tilted my head to the side and just looked at her. When she calmed down, I asked what was so funny.

Rita shook her head and replied, "I wasn't laughing at you Uncle Rick, I was laughing at something mama said, when we had our sex talk. She explained the dangers of sex before I was married and she did a very good job of it. She didn't scare me but she made it very clear what could happen. When she finished, I decided to be a smart ass and said something about oral sex being okay. She got this funny look on her face and told me not to get smart mouthed with her. It wasn't what I expected from her, and I never understood it. Now I think I do."

I chuckled and shook my head. "No, you don't."

Rita turned and leaned against the desk and looked down at me with a quizzical expression. "What do you mean?" She asked.

I shook my head and replied, "I don't think it's my place to tell you about it. Maybe you should ask your mom about it."

"I couldn't do that; she'd want to know why I was asking and what I'd been up to," Rita said with a frown.

"Start out by reminding her of your sex talk and then tell her what you just told me, that her answer about oral sex had confused you and why did she have such a funny expression on her face." I paused to grin and then added, "That way, you come off as an attentive and thoughtful daughter."

This made Rita laugh. "Yeah, right, she's really going to buy that. Next, you'll be telling me that we can have world peace in my lifetime."

"Funnier things have happened," I said with a grin. "I know your mom pretty well and she will answer any question you have. If she thinks it's an honest one and or, that it will help you. What have you got to lose?"

"The answer to my question," she replied with a deadpan expression. 

I chuckled and shook my head. "It ain't my place to answer it."

Rita looked at me for a second and then grinned. "Ok, I believe you. I'll ask mom about it." She giggled and added, "I'll tell her, that you told me to ask her about the time you two had oral sex."

I stared at the girl standing in front of me, trying to decide if she was serious or not. I didn't think she was, so I said, "If you do, then be prepared for me to come back from the grave and haunt your little ass."

This made her laugh as she bent over and kissed me on the cheek. "I wouldn't do anything like that Uncle Rick, I love you to much. Anyway, mom would kill both of us and end up in jail herself. That's not a good way to end a family."

I nodded and said, "So true." Relief ran through my brain. 

There wasn't anything particularly bad about what she wanted to know, it just involved too many people she knew, and information she might not really be ready for. Basically, it boiled down to her real dad expecting a blowjob anytime and anyplace he want one, but he didn't return the favor to her mom, he considered it dirty. Me on the other hand, I considered it a pure pleasure to eat her mom's sweet pussy. Hmmm, the sweet memories that came flooding back.

*****

Rita, sitting down on my bare thigh, brought me back to the present with a jerk. Where her sex was pressed against my skin, through the thin skirt, was like a branding iron. She looked back over her shoulder with a questioning look. 

"I just wanted to go back and look at a couple of the pictures again. I hope you don't mind me sitting on your knee," she said with a grin. "It's much more comfortable than bending over and you can look with me."

The hair on my thigh felt like it was catching on fire but how do you tell an eighteen-year-old girl to move before she melts your leg. I nodded at her and decided to grin and bear it as long as possible. What was keeping her from bursting into flames was beyond me. I'd never felt heat like this from another human body. 

The semi hard-on that I'd had since we had started looking at the pictures, was now climbing to stand up straight against my lower belly. I sighed and looked past her shoulder as she skipped from one picture to another. She paused at the one of her hanging upside down from the monkey bars and giggled. 

"Oral sex in this position would probably be interesting."

I chuckled and said, "Only until you had your orgasm, let go with your legs, and fell on your head." 

"My toes are hooked under the bar on the other side, I couldn't fall," she said, glancing over her shoulder at me.

I laughed and said, "Then you've never had your toes curled yet, if you think that would keep you up there." She looked back at me and started to say something, but I cut her off, "Don't ask, it's another thing you'll find out about one day."

She sighed and then grinned. "It seems that I have a lot to learn."

"Don't get in any hurry little one, things will happen in they're own good time. It's what keeps life interesting and fun." I told her.

She smiled at me and then looked back at the screen. She clicked on the next picture and tilted her head slightly to the side. 

"I think that is the best picture of the whole set from the playground."

In the picture, she was lying on her side, her head propped up on her hand, as she faced the camera. Her right leg and foot were pointed level with her body and her left leg was sticking straight up at a ninety degree angle, her toes pointed to the stars. I had been a little too far back from her but it added to the mood of the picture, somehow.

Rita nodded and said, "I like it best too. The monkey bars kind of blend into the background and I seem to be floating in the air."

That's exactly what it was. It reminder me of some pictures I'd taken of a friend years before. She was naked, doing crazy jumps off a rock into the lake, while trying to do fancy poses. She had been a model for a company I had worked for. What she saw in me I never could figure out, except maybe for the fact that I was as crazy as she was, and didn't treat her like a possession, like everyone else did.

With a grin, I reached past Rita and pulled the pictures up. Rita looked at the first one and looked over her shoulder at me. "Who's this? She's gorgeous. Was she a model or something?" She asked as she looked back at the screen.

"She was a friend and yes, she was a model." I told her. "That picture of you, reminded me of these."

Rita flipped through a couple of the pictures and whispered, "I'm not even in the same class as this woman."

I chuckled and reached up to gather her long hair up in a bundle and pulled it straight down her back. "In your own way, yes you are," I said softly. "She was beautiful and crazy but she had a lot of bad problems to go along with the good in her life. I'm sorry to say, that the problems ended up killing her."

Rita looked at the last two pictures and then whispered, "I'm sorry to hear that. She looks so happy in the pictures and like she's having a lot of fun."

"Yes she was; she used to tell me that, that was one of the best days of her life." 

Rita looked back at me and asked, "Did you two have a thing for each other?"

I shook my head and smiled, "Don't I wish; we were just friends for a short time. I ended up getting fired for going out with her. I wasn't the type they wanted her seen with. We would sneak off from time to time, and have some fun but then they moved her to some big city up north and I never saw her again. I heard about her death on the TV news one day and got drunk for about a week. It was such a waste."

Rita turned, put her arms around my neck, and hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry Uncle Rick."

I hugged her back and whispered, "So am I, little one, so am I."

After a long moment, Rita sat back and looked into my face. "I've known you most of my life and I think this is the first time I've ever seen you sad. In fact, that word has never been associated with you in my mind before. It's funny how you think of people just one way, until something happens and then you see another side of them," she said and kissed me softly on the lips. My arms tightened around her but I resisted kissing her back. 

When she quit kissing me, I whispered, "I think it's time for you to get off my lap." She looked at me for a second with a pensive look, so I added, "No, you didn't really do anything wrong, but I need a break before we do."

She smiled sheepishly and nodded her head. "I think you're right," she whispered back. "I am mostly a virgin and I plan on staying that way for a while longer."

I looked at her sharply and said, "Mostly? Uh, you either are or you aren't, there ain't no mostly to it."

She giggled and lowered her eyes as she said, "I borrowed one of mom's toys, one night while they were out. I was curious and I got a little carried away with it." She paused with another giggle, "So it's mostly now."

"Uh huh," I said.

"Really Uncle Rick, I've never even seen a real dick. Just the ones in my girlfriends, dad's, old magazines," she said quickly.

"Oh, I believe you. It's just that, if your mom ever finds out about last night or you seeing my pictures, there's no way to prove we didn't do anything," I said slowly.

She looked at me hard and whispered, "Oh shit, I hadn't thought about that." She stood up and turned to sit on the edge of the desk. My eyes automatically followed the hem of her short skirt as it slipped up along her thighs. She grinned at me and then lowered her eyes to look at the tent in the front of my shorts. The grin got even bigger.

"Don't even think about it," I said sharply, having a feeling what was coming next.

She glanced up at my face and then returned her eyes to my lap. "But Uncle Rick, you've seen all of me. It's only fair that I get a peek at you. What can it hurt?"

I shook my head and said, "You'd be surprised what it might hurt."

She got a pouty look on her face and said, "Please, Uncle Rick, pretty please, with sugar on it."




Wild Child Ch. 02



Squinting her eyes, Faye tilted her head to scan the titles of the books arrayed on the library shelves. "Faulkner, Feehan, ah." She reached out and pulled out a dusty book. "Fitzgerald." 

"Jay Gatsby is a great character."

Startled, Faye looked up. 

He stood with a slight smile on his face, looking very much at ease against the backdrop of muted carpet, sprawling shelves and dark brown furniture.

"I'd have thought you more of a Jennifer Crusie or Marian Keyes type." Tristan placed a finger lightly on the book Faye held.

Her jaw tightened.

"That's what you think." Turning in a huff she went to the borrowing point. She took out her library card and swiped it angrily on the card reader.

"That's a good look," Tristan remarked, looking at the old picture of Faye on her card. She looked at it. She was not wearing any make-up. Her hair was long and slightly ruffled. Also, she was smiling. A smile that she really felt. 

"It was a long time ago," she muttered. After checking out her book and dropping it in her satchel Faye turned to look Tristan in the eye. "What are you doing here anyway."

He raised an eyebrow and gestured around him. "It's the public library. I came to return books and see if I could borrow any. And I saw you, bent over, looking intently at the shelves. I thought I'd say hi." The lock of hair on his forehead drooped slightly and he flipped it back. 

Faye lifted her chin. "Well, you've said hi," she said tartly.

Tristan looked at her for a long time.

"You know. You'd be so beautiful if not for the frown that is always on your face. Right.." He raised a hand and slowly brushed his thumb over Faye's brow. "..there."

She found herself blushing furiously. "Well, nobody asked for your o-"

"Faye!" Steph came bustling up to her side, her arms full with six romance novels. Tristan smiled at her. "Oh hi! Tristan, was it? Oh, god I have to thank you for sending me home that night. I was sooo wasted. And Faye promised me that it wouldn't be wild!" She tittered brightly, shoving her books one by one on the borrowing station nearby. Faye pursed her lips.

"It wasn't. You drank too much that's all." 

Hastily swiping her card, Steph ignored her best friend and looked eagerly at Tristan.

"Come up for some coffee? Or lemonade? I make my own you know. Are you free now?" 

Faye opened her mouth to protest but Tristan smiled warmly at Steph.

"I'd like that very much."

Faye's mouth dropped slightly and she turned to glare at her friend, who remained oblivious. 

"Great! Let's go. Faye gets moody when she doesn't have enough caffeine." Steph took her books and led the way to the broad doors.

"I can see that," Tristan said, looking at Faye, who walked sulkily behind them.

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"Just take a seat, and I'll be right back with the drinks," Steph chirped and disappeared down the hallway, into the kitchen.

Faye sat stonily opposite Tristan, in the chair that was "hers", after years of friendship. The chair was deep scarlet and had coloured patches here and there that she had sewn on herself, since Steph couldn't sew a straight line.

"Well.. You have.. A lovely friend." Tristan offered. Faye felt a twinge of jealousy. She shoved it aside and focused on a worn patch on the arm of her chair. 

"Yes. She is. We were ten when we first knew each other. Steph is.." Faye slowed and looked at the adornments around the house, most of them Disney-related. "A romantic." 

Tristan followed her gaze. She looked at him as he eyed the ornaments. His face was so straight, yet strangely handsome, just like – 

"Yes. I can see that." He looked straight at her. "And you're not?" 

Faye's eyes darkened. "No."

Steph arrived in a cloud of noise, with the lemonade on a tray.

"Here, that's for you, and that's your cup, Faye." She handed a tall translucent mauve glass with a single rose like the one from Beauty and the Beast to her best friend. Faye took it absently. "Oh, I forgot! I have some muffins leftover from last night. I'll go warm them up." Steph returned to the kitchen.

Tristan looked at the glass that Faye held. He took a sip from his and placed it on the table. "Where did you get that?" He reached out and took the glass from her. Shocked, Faye tried to grab it back. "Don't touch it!" Startled, Tristan lost his grip and the glass toppled onto Faye's light yellow shirt. The lemonade spilled over her in a brilliant flush. Faye gaped down at her shirt in shock.

"I'm so sorry," Tristan said, slightly flustered. He took out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket, large and square with tiny dachshunds on the edges, and dabbed at the liquid at hadn't soaked into the fabric.

Bemused by the uncharacteristic panic that Tristan showed, Faye did nothing but watch him as he slid the hanky over her neckline. When his hand went lower and crested the tops of her breasts she looked at him to watch his eyes. He noticed the sudden quiet and returned the look she gave him. Realization dawned on him as he felt her chest heave slowly in and out with shallow breaths, but his hand did not move from where it was. 

Faye covered Tristan's hand with hers, and moved it lower, between the swells of her breasts. She watched as his eyes grew perceptibly darker.

"Who wants chocolate muffins?" Steph burst into the living room.

Tristan jumped and Faye drew back. Deep flushes started in both their cheeks.

Steph stood with the tray in hand, looking from one to the other. 

"Faye! That's good lemonade you spilled! Come, I'll get you a new shirt, silly." Grumbling, she left the muffins on the table and led Faye to her room.

Tristan turned to watch them leave.

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"So you're sure that nothing happened?" Steph prodded.

"Yes. I told you. He spilled the drink on me, and then he tried to mop it up with his handkerchief. That's all! He wouldn't touch me otherwise," Faye murmured, lifting a forkful of noodles to her mouth.

Steph thought for a moment, then speared her vegetable dumpling and stuffed it in her mouth.

"That's strange. I could've sworn I felt something in the air when I walked in."

Faye rolled her eyes.

"Anyway! You know what I always say. You should find someone soon." Steph said, busily dipping another dumpling in sauce.

"Yes! God how can I forget when you remind me all the time!" Faye replied exasperatedly. 

Sheepish, her best friend smiled at her. "Oh well. We don't know what he does for a living yet, but Tristan is both gentlemanly and nice." She nibbled on the skin of the dumpling and thought. "Well, I guess he is perhaps too chaste for you."

Faye stared into her noodles and remembered the look in Tristan's eyes as she drew his hand over her skin.

"I wouldn't know about that," she murmured.

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It was raining heavily. Faye looked out at the slanting sheets of rain, deep resentment growing in her. Always, it was raining heavily when she had to submit a rare manuscript to a publisher that actually hired her for her freelance work. The precious documents were stored in a clear plastic folder that she held possessively in her arms.

She looked up at the sky and decided that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Taking a deep breath she stepped out from the shelter and made her way hurriedly across the street, keeping her eyes on the ground to make sure she didn't slip.

A loud honk and the metallic sound of gears biting jolted her gaze from the ground. The flash of headlights in the grey rain caught her eyes and she felt herself being grabbed and hurled to the side by strong arms.

The car swerved past and on, someone's fist shaking in the distance, and Faye turned to see her folder on the floor, burst open in a large puddle specked with falling rain.

"My manuscript!" She gasped, and without even turning to thank the person who had helped her she scrambled to get the papers up and into dry safety. Large square hands entered her view and scooped up as many sheets as they could. Faye looked at her benefactor.

"A little damp for a walk, huh?" Tristan yelled over the heavy rain.

Faye looked at him in a mixture of disbelief and surprise. They gathered the papers and hurried for shelter, where they stood arranging them and shivering in the cold.

"I live just round the corner, we could dry these and you, as well," Tristan shouted over the roar of the increasing rain. Faye eyed her waning manuscript and had no choice but to nod.

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When Tristan elbowed the door open with a dripping limb, Faye looked curiously to see an apartment that was very masculine indeed. Brown everywhere, with shades of dark blue here and there. Shelves of books, a large TV and – to her surprise – a deeply unhappy-looking pug.

"There, be nice to our guest, Kitty," Tristan said absently, removing his footwear and squelching across the wood floors to the kitchen counter where he took out the sheets of wet paper from the folder and laid them side by side.

"Kitty? What kind of name is that for a pug like him?" Faye exclaimed, taking a tentative step toward the dog. It trotted closer to her and sniffed her.

"Her. Kitty's a girl," Tristan called. He frowned as he tried to separate pieces that were stuck together.

"A girl?" Faye said incredulously. Kitty sniffed harder and seemed to decide that she liked Faye. He dropped his head and licked her bare ankle. Giggling slightly, Faye moved it from her reach.

Tristan looked up with interest. "That's strange. She seldom likes girls. Gets jealous." He said, smiling. Faye looked at him, an answering smile on her face. When he held her gaze she dropped it and looked away hurriedly.

"Well. It's.. quite a nice place you've got." She mumbled, walking over to where he stood.

Tristan nodded. He looked down at her. "I think.. we should get you out of these clothes."

A strange heat started in the pit of her stomach. 

"Wouldn't want you catching a cold." 

"Oh." Feeling embarrassed Faye let Tristan lead her to a guest room. He gestured to the fresh towels on the rack in the corner. She nodded and he left the room.

Faye looked at the empty hallway where Tristan had disappeared. She sighed suddenly, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was stuck to her head and her light makeup was ruined. Her clothes were plastered to her. It would be hell getting off those jeans.

Cursing, Faye tugged painfully at the long-sleeved shirt she wore. After much aching she managed to pull it off, albeit inside out. Grumbling she dropped it on the floor and reached down to tug off her jeans. She hopped around in agony but the fabric held. Pulling with all her strength she arched her back – and fell to the floor with a loud thud, bumping over the lamp on the side table as she went.

The loud crash brought Kitty tottering into the room, her paws clicking on the floor.

Tristan followed not long after. 

He saw Faye on the floor, clad in a wet cream bra and jeans. He didn't know whether to laugh at her awkward position or cry at the broken lamp. He laughed, in the end, kneeling down and reaching for Faye. He pulled the stiff button out of the fastenings and tugged the zip down. With his strong hands he slid the tight fabric off her legs.

"There. I would've thought you could at least undress yourself properly," Tristan laughed. He eased the jeans off Faye's ankles and looked up.

Faye looked into his eyes, greyish-blue, and at the lock of hair low on his forehead. Tristan's hand was still on her left ankle. As he caught her gaze his laughter stilled and he seemed to realize what he had just done. Almost helplessly his eyes dropped slowly from her eyes to her mouth, parted slightly on a slow intake of breath, down to where her breasts lay snugly in lace cups. Her nipples were taut against the thin fabric. He looked lower, to the light skin on her stomach and the dark colour of her panties.

She didn't know what made her do it, even when she thought back on this day many times later. But Faye reached back for the catch on her bra and released it.

"I can," she said in a low voice.

The lace cups fell away from her body and Tristan froze.

He caught her gaze, heated and slow, and seemed to struggle within himself. Finally his eyes cleared and he looked back at Faye. His hand on her ankle lifted and he leaned closer to her, touching her face with that hand. He said nothing but looked at her, searching her eyes with his as he leaned in and kissed her.

His mouth, warm on hers was the sweetest thing Faye had felt in a long time. He smelled like strong, heady man and his tongue was exquisite, sweeping inside her mouth. She moaned lowly and pulled him closer. When he hesitated she took his hand and lowered it down her neck to the curve of her breast. He yielded and swept his thumb over her taut nipple. She moaned loudly and he drew his head back, dipping it to her breast and taking it into his wet mouth. Faye gasped and clutched at his head. When she felt his other hand trail down her legs to the aching juncture of her thighs she thought she'd pass out with the anticipation.

His fingers were blunt and strong, cresting the curve of her femininity, over the light fabric of her underwear. He traced her through the cotton and she bucked against him. She could feel her slickness already. 

"Touch me," she whispered raggedly in Tristan's ear. His eyes flashed and he lifted his hand higher to slip inside her panties. When his fingers touched bare flesh she dropped her head back to gasp loudly. 

"You're so wet," Tristan murmured against Faye's neck. He licked the delicate skin there and stroked her gently with his fingers.

The light stroking was driving her mad. Faye arched against Tristan and reached down to pull her panties off.

"Touch me please," she breathed, pulling him closer. Obeying, Tristan stroked the damp flesh between her legs, sweeping over her hard clit and dipping a finger in her folds. She groaned and held him closer. Blindly Faye took his head in her hands and pulled it toward her legs. He followed her lead and found himself looking at her pink folds, spread open for him. Her clit was swollen with desire and she was slick with need. Leaning in he licked up her clit with the broad surface of his tongue and she shuddered against him. Gathering her in his arms Tristan pulled her flesh closer to his mouth and ate at her, slowly but steadily. The maddening pleasure of his tongue slick and warm on her sensitive folds soon had Faye pulling him up by his arms. "I need.." 

Wordlessly she dropped Tristan's arms and unbuttoned his shirt in a frenzy. Startled, Tristan watched her undress him, tossing his wet shirt aside and struggling with his pants. He was straining against the front of the fabric. Flushing slightly he moved her hands away and undid them himself.

Faye looked up where Tristan stood over her. He pulled his pants and briefs off in one swift move.

Her gaze fell on the very erect evidence of his need for her.

"I'm not sure if this is a good-" 

"Hush," Faye answered, gripping the throbbing shaft in her hands and getting to her knees. She stroked his flesh repeatedly, looking up to see Tristan's eyes go hooded with desire. She felt the raw strength of him in her palm, straining against her skin. Leaning in she took the broad head of his erection into her mouth.

Tristan groaned loudly, unable to keep it in. The warm, wet suction on his aching member was such sweet, painful pleasure. He looked down with unfocused eyes at the woman sliding his cock slickly down her throat.

God, what was he doing?

Suddenly, Faye felt herself being pulled up by strong arms. She looked at Tristan in confusion.

"Wha-what?" 

Tristan took the towel from the rack and pulled it around her.

"Please. I can't. I'm. I'm sorry." He ran a flustered hand through his hair and left the room. Kitty, who had been in the corner licking her paws, got up and followed him.

In shock, Faye sat on the floor, the white towel draped around her.

When she realized what had just happened her eyes grew fierce and her mouth was drawn into a thin line.

She put on the clothes that Tristan had laid out for her and walked outside.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I can dry those myself."

Angrily Faye picked up the drying papers on the countertop, where Tristan stood in a hastily-worn shirt and shorts. She swept them into the folder and stuffed them in her bag. She looked at him icily.

"I'm sorry to have imposed myself on you."

"No, it's not like that-" Tristan reached out for her.

"Don't. Touch me." 

Faye clenched her teeth. She stared at him for a long time. Her eyes turned from rage to sudden sadness.

"I'm sorry to have imposed myself on you." She repeated.

Tristan reached for her again but she turned and left the house.

Kitty pawed at the closed door.

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"The nerve of him! How could he!" In a blustering rage Faye tore around Steph's house, cleaning everything she could lay her hands on in a huff.

"Well.. Maybe he has his reasons. I mean, not every guy you meet is as gentlemanly as he is, you know," Steph offered, helpless on her couch.

"Gentlemanly!" Faye snorted, dusting the porcelain while Steph trembled. "Gentlemanly my ass! He was no gentleman when he – when he-" She shut her eyes tightly at the image and groaned loudly.

"I'm just saying you might not know the full story yet," Steph ventured.

"What story could there possibly be??" Faye exploded.

Steph thought for a long while, trying to get her words right. "Well. I'm just saying that..sometimes there are deeper meanings behind the things that we hide from others."

Faye stopped in her tracks. She looked at the tall mauve glass standing in the corner. She closed her eyes for a long time. When she opened them they were determined.

"You're right. And I will find out just what he is hiding."



Wild Child Ch. 02



I chuckled at her girlish tone and shook my head. "Not no, but hell no," I said. 

Before I could stop her, she shot her hand out and wrapped her fingers around my manhood, squeezing it gently. I heard and felt a soft grunting groan in the back of my throat. 

Then I heard myself saying, "Damn it girl, you're playing with fire."

She giggled and said as she squeezed me again, "It is burning up, so hot and hard." Then she grabbed another handful of my dick with the other hand. "Damn!" she whispered softly, "I didn't think it would be that big."

I grabbed her wrists and tried to pull her hands away from me, but she held on tighter, which brought the grunting groan back to my throat. 

"Let go," I said more forcefully than I meant to. 

Rita looked up at me like I had slapped her and then she took off out of the room. I got up to follow her but the hard-on in my shorts made me sit back down and take the time to shut the computer down. By then maybe, I would calm down enough to deal with this new problem.

*****

I tapped on Rita's closed door lightly and waited for her to reply. When she hadn't after a moment, I tapped again and called her name. When she didn't answer that time, I turned and walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. I wanted to go out to the truck and get me a cigarette but I resisted the urge. 

I sat there trying to relax and to get better control of myself, as I waited for Rita to calm down. I absently rubbed the top of my left thigh at the memory of the heat there; I had been about half surprised to find that it wasn't blistered.

About thirty minutes later, Rita came out of her room and went into the bathroom. She was now wearing a regular pair of shorts and a big tee shirt, which was tucked into the back of the shorts but came down to her knees in front. 

When she came out of the bathroom, she came into the living room and sat down in the corner chair. She pulled her legs up under her and hugged the throw pillow that had been laying there. She never looked at me.

I was trying to figure out what to say when she spoke softly, "I'm sorry Uncle Rick, I got carried away. I shouldn't have grabbed you."

I thought a moment and then I replied, "No, you shouldn't have, but it's all my fault. I've let this whole thing get out of hand. Your parents left me in charge and I've made a hell of a mess out of it. I thought I could handle it, letting you have a little fun as you let your wild side loose. I should have known better. I had no better luck with your mom." I ended with a chuckle.

Rita looked over at me and then she was on the couch with me, hugging my neck. "I'm so sorry, I knew what you were doing, you were letting me stretch my wings, but I went too far and spoiled it," she said in a soft halting voice.

I hugged her back and stroked her hair. "Well, you know good old, fun loving, Uncle Rick; he means well but ends up screwing it all up. I think I'm so good at understanding people, but I don't even understand myself."

She pulled back from me and looked at my face. "Can we start again? I promise to behave and I don't want you mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you and I never was. You scared the hell out of me, is what it was. I was having to work really hard to control myself and then you played grab ass, or something close to it," I said softly and then kissed her lightly on the sweet lips. She returned the kiss in the same manner for a moment and then hugged me tightly.

After a moment, she whispered, "I love you Uncle Rick."

"I love you too, little one," I whispered back.

*****

We sat there and held each other for a while in silence. Then Rita asked softly, "What happened with mama? Did she do something stupid, like I did?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "No, I did."

She pulled back from me and said, "Huh?" questioningly.

I grinned and said, "I made the second biggest mistake of my life; I let her get away."

She looked into my eyes for a second, a puzzled expression on her face. "No, I meant, why didn't you have any better luck with her," she said.

"Oh, I thought you meant, why we weren't together." I sat there in thought for a second before I went on, "We had some wild times together, she and I. We thought we could just go with that and keep it on a friend's only basis. I was wrong and so was she. We had to part before it went too far. You see, if you want the whole truth, we never had complete sex. Oh yeah, we played around a lot, petting and arousing each other, even oral sex, but we never went all the way. Somehow that would have ruined everything and made it wrong. She was still married to your real dad and I was living with a woman. We both were on the verge of major life changes and we used each other to get through them." 

Rita's eyes got big as I talked and I knew I should have shut up but I had gone on anyway. "Now, I don't want you to think badly of your mom or to use us as an example of how things should be. As you pointed out earlier, sometimes people have to do, what people do."

Rita looked at me for a long time without saying anything and then she hugged me again. I hugged her back.

*****

Time stretched on in silence. After a long while, I asked, "Are you ready to go get something to eat." She nodded against my shoulder. 

With a smile I went on, "Ok then, go take off those shorts and that bra, leave on the tee shirt. You can wait in the truck, while I go in and get us a pizza."

I heard her try to stifle a giggle before she said, "Okay." 

She sat up on the couch next to me and grinned as she asked, "Then the wild child can spread her wings a little more?" 

When I nodded and grinned, she kissed me on the cheek and jumped up off the couch. She raised the tee shirt far enough to unbutton and unzip the shorts and then wiggled out of them. She pulled her arms in through the arm holes and shortly her bra fell to the floor. Still grinning, she said, "I'm ready."

I laughed and replied, "I'll just bet that you are."

*****

Once we were in the truck and on our way to town, Rita sat close to me but separate as she asked, "Can I take this shirt off?"

It was still daylight. I thought about it a moment and then I answered, "Let's keep it on, until after we eat. Then we'll take a little ride out in the country, on the back roads. Then you can get as naked as you want."

She grinned and nodded, "Ok, I can wait." Then she giggled and added, "I think." 

I laughed and looked over at her. When she saw me looking, she reached up and pinched her own nipples through the cloth of the tee shirt. Then she moved over by the door, turned toward me, and brought her legs up onto the seat, her knees lifted. Her sex peeked out from between her thighs as she lifted the tee shirt to pull it down over her knees to her ankles. 

I chuckled and said, "Now there was a subtle flash, if I ever saw one. It looked like something your mom still does to me every once in a long while."

Rita laughed and said, "What? My mom flashes you? No way?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Yes, way," I said. "She's very good at it and almost always makes it seem like an accident. Although at times, when she's in a playful mood, she does it very blatantly."

"I can hardly believe that my mom is a flasher. Oh God, have I been blind or what," she said with another laugh. "No wonder it turns me on so much, it's a family trait or something. Like mother like daughter, I've always heard."

I chuckled and nodded. "In the case of you two, that's a yes. You two are so alike it's scary to me. I see your mom in most things you do."

Rita cocked her head to the side and looked at me for a long moment before she said, "I am my mother, when she was younger. I find that hard to believe but then again...." She let the sentence trail off and sat in silent thought for the rest of the trip into town. 



Wild Child Ch. 03



As we came into town, we passed the Sonic Drive-in. Rita looked out the side window and said, "Can we eat there, instead of having pizza. A hamburger sounds better to me and we can eat in the truck."

I turned down the next side street and made the block coming back to the drive-in. I parked toward the back of the place and in an area where there were no other cars. I placed our order over the speaker and then relaxed.

Rita sat as she had been, with her back against the truck door and her feet up on the seat. As I looked at her, a slow grin came to her face and she slowly pulled the hem of the tee shirt up along her shins. When it was about half way to her knees, she moved her knees apart. Her sex was once again peeking at me, but this time, with me not having to watch the road, I had a clear view and a chance to really look at her. I gave her a leering grin, which made her giggle. 

She slowly moved her feet father apart as she said softly, "This is fun and very exciting."

"Yes it is," I said, also in a soft voice. "Just remember that you can't do this with just anyone. Make it something special and make sure who you do it to or for, is just as special."

Her grin changed to a smile and she nodded. "I understand completely Uncle Rick. I really am a good girl and I may act a little boy crazy at times, but I'm in no hurry to get anywhere near serious. I'm very curious about sex and all that goes with it, but I won't die if I don't find out right away. Well, at least I don't think I will anyway."

I smiled at her and said, "Good for you, I knew you had good sense under there somewhere." I glanced at the rearview mirror and grinned before I said, "Now, get decent, here comes our food."

Rita's head flashed around to the back window and she said, "Oh shit," as she quickly lowered her legs and pulled the shirt over her knees. "That's my girlfriend; I forgot she was going to work here but I thought it was next week, after school was out."

I chuckled and said, "Well, so much for her hot date tonight." 

Rita laughed and said, "Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that. Boy, I bet she's pissed. I think tonight was supposed to be her big night. Her and her boyfriend have been talking about marriage for the last couple of months, right after school is out, if you believe him. I don't but I can't tell her anything."

A cute little blonde's head appeared at my window and she told me how much the order was as she hung a tray on the window. I handed her a ten and a couple of extra ones and told her to keep the change. She said, "Thanks." And then turned away, headed back to the main building. 

Rita watched her through the back glass. "I guess she didn't see me," she said after a moment, a little sound of disappointment in her voice.

"She doesn't know my truck, so why would you expect her to be looking for you," I said as I handed her, her hamburger. 

Rita giggled and said, "Oh yeah." As I pulled out the cup holder and placed her coke there. "I was at least hoping that being here with you would make her curious or maybe even a little jealous. She has this big fantasy about an older man that is worse than mine." 

She took a bite of her hamburger and quietly chewed for a while. Before the next bite she said, "I wonder what she would think, if she knew I was naked under this tee shirt and that I had just been flashing my pussy at you before she got here." 

I decided that the question really didn't need an answer that she was just talking to herself and teasing me with it. We ate in silence for a while and then she said, "That look on my face and mom's were pretty close to the same, intensity wise that is." I thought about where her line of reasoning was going and stayed silent.

I had finished my hamburger and she still had a bite or two left, when she asked abruptly, "What do you think of my girlfriend?"

"She's a nice looking girl." I replied, glad that she had changed the line of her thinking.

"If she were willing, would you go down on her, you know, have oral sex with her?" She asked.

"What!" I said sharply and then I busted out laughing. 

She looked at me funny for a moment as I continued to laugh. When she frowned, I waved at her and tried to control myself. After a moment, I asked, "You're kidding right? What would a cute young girl like her or you for that matter, see in an old man like me? I might be alright to flirt with or to tease but sex of any type is out of the question. First of all, both of you are way too young and well, I'm way too old."

Rita's frown slowly changed to a smile as she took the last bite of her Hamburger. She took a slow sip of her drink and then rolled up the trash and put it into the bag the burgers had come in. Sliding across the seat until she was right next to me, her smile became a grin, and then she leaned across, between me and the steering wheel, to place the bag on the tray at the window. As she straightened up, she kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips very softly. 

"You're not old, Uncle Rick. You're a very good looking older guy, kind, gentle, and knowing. Sexy too. Just the things you know are enough to get me antsy and squirmy. I probably can't imagine all the neat and sensuous things you could do to me and I have a pretty active imagination."

I shook my head but I chuckled and said, "I've never been buttered up with a shovel before."

Rita laughed and kissed me on the cheek as she cuddled up against my side. After a moment of me hugging her gently, she sighed and said, "Seriously, Uncle Rick. I am going to learn somewhere, from someone; I just hope he's all the things that you are. Kind, gentle, knowledgeable enough to carry it off without hurting me, mentally or physically."

I was wondering what I was going to say to that, when the blonde headed girl appeared at the window again to get the tray. I hadn't seen her approaching. 

"Hey, Mary," I heard Rita say.

Mary started for a second and then moved forward more, to look around me. Seeing Rita, her eyes got big and then they flicked back to me for a second. I could see all sorts of things running around wild behind her eyes. 

Her eyes jumped back to Rita and she said, "Hey, Rita."

"You know my Uncle Rick, don't you?" Rita asked her.

Mary looked at me for a second and then recognition set in. "Oh, yeah, hey, Uncle Rick. How have you been?"

"Fine Mary, it's been a long time since I last saw you. Are you graduating this year too?" I asked making conversation to get her mind off of Rita snuggled up to me and my arm around her.

"I sure am. Then I'm getting married and getting out of this one horse town. I want to see what the big city has to offer me," she answered with a big grin.

"Isn't being married, going to cramp your style and limit what you can do? Then what happens if you get pregnant and he decides he doesn't want to be married anymore? It happens a lot that way, you know." I asked.

She looked at me for a moment and then glanced at Rita. "Hey, don't look at me," Rita said. "All I told him was that you were planning a big date for tonight and that you were probably going to sleep with your boyfriend. That you two had been talking marriage for a couple of months now. You know I don't like the guy. You can do better."

Mary frowned and looked back at me. I shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, I should have kept my opinions to myself. I don't know you or him, so...." I let the sentence trail off.

She took a deep breath and let it out slow. She looked at Rita and shrugged. "Your Uncle is probably right. I've had a lot of time to think tonight." She paused and looked back at the office. "Look, can I come by so we can talk tomorrow?" She asked Rita.

"Sure girlfriend, anytime, anyplace, you know that." Rita replied and leaned across me again to squeeze her friend's hand.

Mary's eyes ran over the front of Rita's tee shirt for a second and then she glanced up at me with a grin. Looking back at Rita she asked, "Didn't you forget something? Like maybe your bra?"

Rita giggled and nodded, "My panties to, I'm naked under this tee shirt." Mary's eyes got very big and her mouth opened slightly. "You keep your mouth shut, you hear. You go blabbing, and me and Uncle Rick are dead. You know my mom."

Mary glanced up at me and then back at Rita, as a big grin spread over her face. "You go girlfriend, I want to hear all about it tomorrow."

"I'll show you the pictures," Rita said and laughed. Mary's eyes got big again and her mouth dropped completely open this time. "Ok, you get back to work and I'll see you tomorrow."

"But, but..." Mary muttered and then she looked toward the office and whispered, "Oh, shit." Then she grabbed up the tray and head that way.

I looked over at Rita with a frown, but I didn't say anything. She looked up at me and smiled. "It'll be alright, you'll see, Uncle Rick. I think we did a good thing for Mary tonight. I think your questions mirrored her own too close and made her see some things she need to see."

"I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about you telling her you were here with me nude. Damn girl, you'll get us killed yet."

Rita laughed and then hugged me as she said, "Mary will keep her mouth shut, I know too much about her and she'd end up dead too. Like, she's the one that streaked the boy's gym class last year on roller skates. She had on a mask and the skates, and that's all. She can't talk; I'm the only one who knows about that. I helped her hide afterwards, until she got dressed and rid of the skates."

I chuckled as the vision of that floated behind my eyes. I started the truck and slowly backed up. Rita was still cuddled up to me, so I went out the back way. I stayed on the back streets until I came to a small county road going north. 

*****

There was about another hour or so of daylight left as we left town behind us. Rita wiggled around and pulled the tee shirt up around her waist and raised her feet up onto the seat to curl them up next to her bare butt. Suddenly, she leaned forward to turn on the radio. My arm had been around her shoulders, just as suddenly, I found my hand on her firm, warm, bare ass. 

I quickly moved it, but she turned and grinned at me. "You can leave it there if you want to," she whispered. "It felt wonderful."

I put my arm up on the top of the seat and grinned back at her. "Yeah, it felt wonderful all right. A little too wonderful and it was an accident. We'll leave it at that and my arm where it is now," I said with a smile.

She smiled and turned back to the radio. "I hope there are a few more accidents. The thought that there might be, has me all tingly in a certain spot," she whispered. I didn't tell her about the throbbing hard-on in my shorts, hidden by my tee shirt. I didn't dare. 

She found a station she liked and I turned off onto a small dirt road, running out through the woods. I had worked in this area for five years and I knew the back roads very well. Rita looked around and then grinned as she slipped the tee shirt off over her head. She laid it on the seat next to her and then stretched her hands over her head, pressing her palms against the roof of the truck. Her breasts would move ever so much as she rolled her shoulders, her nipples getting harder and harder as she displayed herself for me and anyone else that might accidentally see her. 

My hand moved almost of its own accord, ending up on her back at her shoulder blades, and slowly ran downward along the center of her spine. She gasped softly and arched her back farther and farther as the hand went lower. I paused at her tailbone and then started the return caress back to her shoulder blades. As I held my hand still, she whimpered and lowered her hands to her breasts, softly caressing each one, before she pinched and rolled her nipples. This brought a soft moan to her throat. I returned my hand to the seat back. 

She pulled on her nipples for a second and then sighed as she released them. She sat there on the edge of the seat and looked straight ahead for a moment before she turned her head and smiled at me. 

"Now, who's teasing who?" She asked as a little shiver ran throughout her body.

I smiled back and winked at her. "Tease? Who me? I'd never do anything like that," I said as I drove along slowly.

She giggled, looked back forward, and said, "Yeah right, I forgot, you're an old man that no girl could possible want to have anything to do with."

My hand moved to the seat and two fingers just barely brushed her skin as they climbed her spine from her ass to her neck. She gasped again and arched her back. My hand moved over and slowly caressed her side from just under her arm to her hip. She shivered and took a quivering ragged breath. 

"Are you about to come?" I asked in a soft voice. 

She nodded quickly, so I returned my hand to the seat back. She sat there with that slight shiver for a few seconds and then she took a deep breath and let it out raggedly. A moment later, she sighed and leaned back against the seat. 

"Under control again?" I asked in the same soft voice. 

She nodded slightly and then grinned. "Mostly," she whispered. 

I chuckled and caressed her hair softly. "Okay little one, I'll let you relax and enjoy your nude ride."

We rode a while and then she asked, "If your touching my back and side turned me on so much, I wonder what would happen if you.... You know, touched me other places."

I chuckled and replied, "You would come suddenly and sharply, and that would be it. A sudden release and nothing more. The excitement would die slowly after that, most likely. This way, you build up and then coast down, to build up again. Kind of like a roller coaster. Remember last night when you were keeping yourself from coming by sheer will. Remember the intensity of that first touch when we got home?"

She nodded and then gasped lightly. "Oh, yes." 

I grinned at her and she grinned back. 

*****

I came to a crossroads and took a left, and then turned right through an old gate into a narrow track going out through the woods. Rita took a couple of sharp breaths as we hit a hole and kept on going for another twenty yards. There was an opening in the trees to the left and I pulled into it, stopped, and turned the truck off. 

Rita sat up on the edge of the seat and looked around. "Where are we?" She asked.

"We are in the National Forest about a half mile from the lake. Do you still want me to take some more pictures of you?" When she grinned and nodded, I said, "We can take a walk down toward the lake and I can take pictures as we go. You might even get the chance to go skinny dipping."

She grinned and moved over to kiss my lips gently. "Will you get naked with me, please?" She asked softly.

"We'll see," I said in the same kind of soft voice.

She grinned as she slid across the seat to open the door and get out. "I'll take that as a maybe." she said with a giggle.

I got my camera and a large beach towel from behind the seat. Thinking about her maybe comment, I took off my tennis shoes and tee shirt. I emptied my pockets, except for the truck keys. These I hid behind the left front wheel of the truck.

With Rita's tee shirt and the towel under my arm, I locked the truck and came around to her side. When she saw me, she grinned and winked. "I got part of my maybe." 

I grinned and winked back at her. "Be very careful what you wish for, you might just get it. Then you'd have an ugly, naked old man on your hands, so to speak. I don't think you'd ever get over the mental shock of that."

She grinned and cocked her head to one side. "I saw you in your Speedo, remember. We were down on the river for a float trip, a couple of years ago. You looked pretty good to me; you're in as good a shape as my dad or step dad. Better in some ways and they are far younger than you."

"I remember that trip but you sure didn't look like you do now. You were a skinny little girl for the most part, with a little baby fat, here and there," I said with a big grin. 

She moved away from me, out into the bright sunlight and then took up a pose, with her hand behind her head, her body slightly angled to the side. I snapped her picture. Then she turned around and placed one hand on her hip and looked back at me over her shoulder. I took the picture as the thought that she really did have an outstanding butt, just like her mom, crossed my mind.

"I'm not sure which makes me drool more, your boobs or your butt," I said with a laugh.

She giggled and bent more at the waist, sticking her ass out prominently. I whistled and took a picture. She grinned and bent even more, placing her hands on one ankle, just above her foot. I moved a little closer and knelt down to take this shot. When I finished I stood up and blew out a big breath. 

"That's enough, you're killing an old man." She giggled and stood up. "Come on," I said, "Let's take a walk before I get into trouble."

She laughed as she followed me down a trail into the woods. "What makes you think you'll be any safer in here?" She asked. 

I looked at her and frowned, which made her laugh again. "Ok, I'll behave. As much as I can anyway."

"For some reason that's not real reassuring," I said with a grin.

We walked a couple hundred yards and then the woods opened up to large widely spaced oak trees, with long sweeping limbs. Most of the lower limbs came all the way down to the ground. As we passed one, Rita looked over at me with a grin and then ran over to climb up on it. I dropped the towel and her shirt as I scrambled to get pictures. I took a couple more as she walked up along the wide branch. 

When she was about ten feet off the ground, she paused and stood on one foot with her arms spread and her other leg as far out to the side as it would go. Then she bent at the waist and brought the raised leg back to stick straight out behind her. I took several pictures as she went through a series of dance and gymnastic poses. I marveled at the limberness and flexibility of her beautiful young body. My mind laughed at the thought that at one time I was that way.

She ran out of poses and walked on to the trunk of the tree. She stepped into the wide fork, squatted down, and looked down at me. "Come on up," she said with a wide grin. 

I shook my head and then took her picture before I replied, "No way. My tree climbing days are over. Anyway, if I did, who would be down here to catch you if you fell out of there?"

She laughed and said, "I ain't going to fall, I love climbing trees." She giggled and added, "It's even more fun naked, especially with you down there, watching me and taking pictures." 

She dropped one of her hands between her spread thighs and rubbed lightly at her slit, which made her shiver. "I better not do that or I will fall out of this tree." 

She looked at her fingertips and then rubbed them together for a second. She bent farther forward and looked down between her thighs and giggled. "I'm so wet that I'm dripping." 

Unconsciously, I licked my lips, which made her giggle again. 

Suddenly she stood up and quickly walked back down the limb toward me. As she got about even with my shoulders, she turned and squatted down again. Spreading her knees wide apart, she said, "Get a picture of this close up so I can see just how wet I am."  

I took a picture from where I was and then moved closer and took another. She was wet alright. I could see the glistening and shine on her inner thighs and the area around her sex had little drops of moisture clinging to the sparse hair there. I licked my lips again, not even realizing that I did it.

Rita giggled and asked, "Want a taste?" She dropped her hand back to her sex and touched a finger to her opening, slipping it inside to the first knuckle. I took a picture as she made a soft grunting groan. When she removed the finger, it was slick and shiny. 




Wild Child Ch. 03



The beads of sweat rolling between the crests of her flesh were strangely appealing. 

Faye laughed as she arched her back, feeling the pleasurable pull of a mouth on her nipple as she rolled with him and landed on her back.

She looked up at the lightly-tattooed man above her. He was of average height, but charming as hell and seemed to know what he was doing. What was his name again?

"Luke," he said, raising himself on his lips with a smile and pressing his hips into hers.

"Luke, huh?" Faye murmured, smiling coyly. She traced his skin with her finger, up his arm and over his clavicle. Looking into his eyes she flexed her hips against his, feeling his length inside her. "I'll have to remember that."

Eyes darkening, Luke dropped his head in the hollow of her shoulder and surged forward within her. Faye gasped slightly and clutched at his arms, feeling him press deep inside her, hard and full in the deep ache between her legs.

This was good. The mindless fucking was just what she needed. Something to get her mind off that uptight prick.

Faye frowned. Luke felt her sudden stilling and stopped. He looked down at her, panting slightly. 

"What's wrong, love," he said.

"Oh nothing," Faye flashed a smile at him. She pulled his head nearer to her and whispered in his ear, "Make me forget,"

Luke tilted Faye's legs up and hooked them over his shoulder. Giving her a roguish grin he took his hard length in his hand and slipped it over her wet clit.

"That I can do." 

Sliding his slick cock into her welcoming entrance, Luke pumped harder and harder, and the rising pleasure had Faye falling into the sweet oblivion of orgasm.

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"Have you spoken to him at least?" Steph asked, slipping a tray of chocolate chip cookies into the oven and setting the temperature.

Faye scoffed from where she lay on the sofa, a bag of chips in her lap, idly channel-surfing.

"About what? How he rejected me? In my face?" She popped a chip in her mouth and crunched it viciously. "Or how he hasn't contacted me at all?"

Steph sighed and slipped off the oven mittens she had on. She poured some water in Faye's glass and handed it to her.

"Well. You never know what he's going through.. or what he's been through," 

Faye stared stonily at the screen.

"What about the guy you left with last night. What's his name?" Steph drew a chip from the bag.

"Luke. Oh he was okay. A bit miffed when I left him in the morning." Faye thought for a bit. "A lot miffed, actually. Said something about..how nobody ever does this to him." She shrugged.

Steph frowned. "That sounds..worrying."

"Oh don't worry about it I'm sure he's gotten over it. Hey you're free tomorrow aren't you. Let's go clubbing." 

"Again? I was really wasted the last time." Steph pursed her lips.

"Yes but that was Your fault not mine. Come on, Steph," Faye nudged her in the ribs.

"All right all right," she laughed.

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The flashing lights and throbbing beat were as familiar to Faye as the pump of blood in her veins. She pulled Steph onto the dance floor, laughing as she went.

A tight dress made of gauzy fabric clung to her body as she danced, and short curls were pinned back from her face. The familiar buzz of alcohol was in her limbs and the faceless people milled around her, stripping her of everything but the thump, thump, thump of now.

"Hey," Steph called, tugging on her arm.

"What??" Faye yelled.

"Isn't that Tristan?" Steph pointed at a tall figure in the corner.

Faye's eyes went cold as she looked at him. He stood quietly dashing in his work clothes as usual. He met her gaze and she looked away.

"So." She turned her back to him and kept dancing.

It was early in the morning when Faye stumbled out of the club. Steph was not far behind, in even worse shape than her.

"You always said – never gonna get wasted, Faye," Steph mumbled, clutching onto her friend's arm and giggling. "But why.. do I always end up like this," 

Faye looked at her and started to laugh. She laughed till her knees went weak and she buckled against the wall. 

"Get lost, redhead," a deep voice sounded from the shadows.

Steph looked up in confusion as a tattooed man emerged from the side and took Faye by the arm. 

"Wha-?" 

She watched, groggy and helpless as her best friend was pulled into an alley by the stranger.

"What do you want," Faye grumbled. She squinted at her accoster's face. "Luke??"

He held her by her wrists and looked at her.

"Why'd you leave me like that, huh, love?" He lowered his head to her neck and kissed it. "I told you nobody leaves Luke." 

Faye frowned and pushed at his head. 

"I don't stay for anybody, Luke," she drawled. "Nobody I ever wanted stayed for me so I don't stay for nobody," 

Luke furrowed his brow. "I want you. I'm staying for you."

Faye snorted. "But I don't want you! I want the.. the tall guy. Whatshisname," 

Anger flashed in Luke's eyes. He pressed her against the grimy wall and tugged strongly at her dress. It ripped along the seams, halfway up her thighs.

"Fuck! This dress is expensive!" Faye hissed. 

Luke ignored her and palmed her thigh. She struggled against him but he was stronger. He leaned down and bit her shoulder where it met her neck. Pleasure-pain shot through Faye's skin. She arched against him.

"Let me go, you lout," she growled. 

He pressed his hand into the softness between her legs. She was wearing lace, and he could feel the ridges of her flesh through the fabric.

"Luke I said let go!" Faye struggled against him.

"The lady said let go." A quiet voice echoed in the dark alley. 

Luke looked up and was met with a glancing blow that had his neck swung back.

Tristan held Faye by her arm.

"Let's go." 

Faye frowned at him. "Where have you been, you stupid pig." 

Tristan bustled her into his car where Steph waited anxiously.

They left Luke in the alley, nursing his chin.

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"What were you thinking, getting drunk and almost getting raped by some deadbeat," Tristan muttered, stirring the cup of cocoa on his tray. 

Faye and Steph lay sprawled on his sofa. Kitty sniffed at their legs.

"She wasn't thinkin that's what," Steph said in a garbled voice.

Tristan handed them each a mug of cocoa.

"Drink this and then it's off to bed," he said sternly. 

They sipped their cocoa in grumpy silence.

When they were done Tristan showed Steph to the guest room, where she fell on the bed immediately.

He took Faye's hand and she slumped against him.

"Can't you walk properly," he murmured. 

He led her to his room and laid her on one side of his bed. When he turned to leave the room she held on to his arm.

"Don't go," she mumbled. Tristan looked at her. "Why'd you leave me," 

Faye buried her face in his arm and started to weep.

"I loved you but you left me for some slut," 

Tristan looked down at her. Her hair was mussed, some of her pins were sticking out of her head. He reached down and slid them out, laying them on the dresser. Her tears were wetting his skin.

"Hush," he said, leaning over her. 

Faye tugged at his shirt and he stumbled, landing on top of her.

She looked up at him with clear eyes.

"Stay with me," she whispered.

Tristan stilled for a long moment. He watched her face, tired but soft, and his gaze caught on her lips. Slowly he leaned down and their lips met.

Faye made a little sound in her throat and her arms encircled Tristan's body. He leaned into her, reaching up to cup her face with his hands. She kissed him slowly and he relished the sweep of her tongue against his. They kissed leisurely, a slow meeting of tongues and desire. 

Faye tugged at Tristan's shirt. He hesitated and guardedness came into Faye's eyes. He saw it and stopped for a while. Then, smiling slightly he stood up and slid his shirt over his head.

Faye watched as he did, heat rising in her body. His body was leanly muscled and his arms flexed as he slipped the shirt over and off his torso. Leaning back in he raised himself over her and tucked a curl behind her ears.

"Hey you," he whispered. Faye smiled up at him. She pulled him close to kiss him again – how could his kisses be so sweet? 

Tristan pressed his lips into Faye's. Slow, drugging kisses. He moved his lips to the side of her mouth and kissed down her chin, to the skin of her neck. Faye turned and breathed harder as he did. She felt his wet mouth moving down her neck and brushing the tops of her breasts. She eased the fabric of her dress down and looked at him with heated eyes.

Her breasts were perfect. Already her nipples were tight and pebbled against her fair skin. Tristan swallowed. 

"Get this dress off me," Faye whispered.

Tristan obeyed, pulling the fabric down past her shoulders and off her feet. She lay before him in a pair of dark lace panties. He felt his cock rising in his pants.

Faye tugged at Tristan and he fell against her. She could feel him hard against her.

"I want you," she whispered in his ear. Tristan shuddered against her and pressed his hips reflexively against her. "Hurry, I want to feel you inside me," she urged.

Tristan undid his pants and slipped them off. He caught Faye's gaze on the juncture of his thighs. There was a hungry look in her eyes that he felt in his bones. He eased his briefs off, feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

"Oh are you blushing?" Faye teased as Tristan straddled her. She brushed the light red in his cheeks and laughed. He reached down and felt her through her panties and her laugh was cut short. His cock was hard and warm against her palm when she reached down and grasped him. Shuddering, Tristan bucked involuntarily in her grip. 

"Fuck me," Faye breathed harshly in his ear.

Ripping her panties off, Tristan eased himself between her legs and spread her thighs. He watched her as he took himself in hand and rubbed the plump head of his cock over her moist flesh. Faye returned his look with a drugged gaze, flexing her hips against him.

"I will," Tristan answered, holding Faye close and entering her in one smooth stroke.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gasped at the pleasure. He slid out of her and stroked back in again. The delicious friction had her arching against him, meeting his thrusts.

"You feel so good," Tristan whispered in her ear, enveloping her in his arms and spreading her pussy lips with his thick length. She shivered in response and bit him on the shoulder. 

Kitty sat on the floor and licked her paws as the two humans moved on the bed.

"Kitty, go away," Tristan muttered, waving his hand at his pug, his cock still lodged in Faye's tightness. Faye laughed. Kitty grunted and tottered out of the room.

"Now where were we," 

Faye grinned and flipped Tristan on his back. She felt him deep within her and folded her knees under her, leaning up to impale herself back on him. He groaned low in his throat and she relished the pained-pleasure expressions on his face. 

"You don't know how much I've wanted this," Faye said in a low voice, riding him slowly. He looked at her, feeling her taut channel clasping him up and down. "I've wanted this too," he said quietly.

Faye stilled.

"Why didn't you look for me," she asked.

"I didn't want it to be a one-time thing. I knew you would leave." Tristan answered. 

Faye studied his face.

"Why are you doing this now, then." She said.

Tristan shrugged slowly. He reached for her.

"Maybe because I want to try and make you stay this time," he turned her so that her butt faced him and he spread her legs, watching as he eased his cock into her pussy. He flexed his hips against her and she moaned loudly. 

Tristan reached down and felt between Faye's legs. He found her clitoris, swollen and slick with her juices and rubbed it as he pumped strongly into her. Her mouth fell open as the sensations overwhelmed her and her knees went weak beneath her. 

"I'm..gonna-"

"I know," Tristan answered, sucking the lobe of her ear into his mouth as he thrust harder into her and kept stroking her clit. 

Faye gasped as the first of the shudders overtook her. She came in a series of convulsions and he kept thrusting into her. His thrusts became less controlled and a strangled groan escaped his throat as he shuddered against her.

He pressed his face against the side of Faye's and he withdrew from her slowly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm on the pill," Faye offered. Tristan smiled tiredly down at her.

"You should get some sleep," he said, lying beside her. She smiled softly as she felt his body snug against hers, and his arm draped over her.

------------------------

Morning came with a throbbing headache. Faye blinked her eyes slowly. Steph tottered into the room.

"What happened? I'm late for work!" She squeaked. 

Everything came back to her and Faye lay on the bed and laughed. 

"Wash up. I'll drive you." Tristan appeared in the doorway. He looked at Faye and she blushed. Steph looked from her to him.

"Am I missing something here?" She said, half-delirious. Faye got up and pulled her to the bathroom.

"Come on you need to get to work."

As she passed Tristan Faye brushed her body against his and he smiled slightly at her. She glanced back at him and returned his smile.



Wild Child Ch. 03



She held it out toward me and asked again in a very soft voice, "Want a taste?"

God, what a temptation. I shook my head but didn't take my eyes off her finger. I caught myself licking my lips. She chuckled and said, "Come on, you know you want to."

I caught myself as I moved forward and quickly turned around. I took a deep shaky breath and blew it out. "If I do then we are in some really deep shit," I said, my voice shaky.

She didn't reply and suddenly I heard her feet in the leaves right next to me. I turned my head to tell her to stay away but she stuck her finger in my mouth. Out of reflex, I sucked on it, tasting her sweetness. I felt myself moan softly before I jerked my head back, releasing her finger. She stood there with a big grin on her face as I took a step back and a very deep breath.

She started to say something but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Go put your tee shirt on and go get in the truck."

She stared at me for a moment and the she said with an edge in her voice, "What the fuck, I'm not poisonous. I thought you liked oral sex."

"If you don't do as I say, I'm going to throw you down on the ground and eat that little pussy of yours until your head caves in. After that, I won't be responsible for what else happens," I said loudly. 

Rita got a shocked look on her face for a second and she took a couple of steps back from me. She stepped on the beach towel, which made her look down. When she looked back at me, she had a big grin on her face. She bent down and picked up the towel and unfolded it. Stepping back a little more, she spread it on the ground and laid down on it. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She asked in a whisper.

I groaned softly as I knew my bluff had been called. I had one more card to play but I knew it wouldn't matter. I slowly pulled my shorts down. As I did, Rita got a big grin on her face; that is until my manhood sprang free from the cloth. Then her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened and closed slowly. Her eyes were locked on my hard manhood as it jutted out from my loins. I clenched my ass and made it jump and jerk. Rita took a deep quivering breath and held it. 

"Are you very sure about this?" I asked in a soft quiet voice.

She swallowed sharply and her eyes flicked to my face and back to my dick. "It's so big," she whispered. "It felt big but nothing like it looks now. Nothing in Mary's dad's books looked anywhere near this big." 

There didn't seem to be any fear in her eyes, just awe and surprise. There was something else starting to materialize there, something that I had seen on her mother's face many times. Lust, pure and simple.

She took a deep breath and grinned up at me as she lifted her knees and slowly spread them wide. "I'm not to sure about that." She used her chin to indicate my manhood. "But I would like to find out what it's like to have my pussy ate," she said with a quiver in her voice.

"We should be somewhere a lot more comfortable and private than here on the ground." I replied, hoping she would change her mind and suggest we go home. It wouldn't change anything though, just postpone it.

I found myself walking toward her, and then I was knelling between her feet. "Are you sure about this?" I asked one more time. 

She shivered as she slowly nodded her head. I leaned forward between her knees and rested my weight on my hands as I lowered my head and licked around first one hard nipple and then the other one. She drew a long hissing breath whenever my tongue touched her breasts.

"Oh God!" She whispered and then she groaned loudly as I sucked a nipple between my lips and ran my tongue over it. 

When I sucked and licked the other nipple, the groan was even louder and her stomach muscles jerked and rippled as her knees closed to squeeze my sides in little sharp spasms. I took my lips off her nipple and licked, and kissed both her breasts randomly. 

Her knees quit squeezing me after a while and she whispered, "I think I just came from you sucking my nipples."

I raised my head and smiled down at her. "Yes, I know, little one. Your mother used to do that when I sucked hers," I said before I flicked first on hard nipple with the tip of my tongue and then the other one, alternating back and forth. 

It wasn't long before I heard a soft whimpering begin and it slowly built to a loud moaning groan as I quit licking and started to suck on her nipples again. Again alternating back and forth. 

I watched her reaction and timed it so that I quit sucking just a moment before she came. She let out a little yell and started to move her hands off my head and onto her breasts. I caught her wrist and held them gently. She whimpered and withered under me. I waited patiently and let her calm down. 

After a while she sighed and opened her eyes. I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Why did you stop, I was almost there." She asked in a ragged whisper.

"Roller coaster," was all I said. She grinned and then sighed deeply.

"That's what I figured. I still don't understand though," she said softly.

"Well, it's this way; women can have many orgasms in a row. They can be a bunch of small fast ones or they can be a bunch of strong long intense ones. The big ones take a little time and patience to build to. What you had last night was one of those, what you just had was one of the small ones." I explained as best I could.

She looked at me for a moment and then understanding was written on her face. "Ok, now I get it."

I grinned as I released her hands and lick one nipple and then the other. She sighed and arched her back slightly. I moved between her breasts and kissed and licked my way down her chest to her belly and on to her belly button. She giggled as I circled it and wiggled my tongue in it.

Slowly, I let my tongue wander lower down her body. When I made slow arches over the very top of her mound, she sucked in a hissing breath. Her hands coming back to my head, instinctively. I teased her mound and then down both sides of her sex, getting close to it but not touching it. She was whimpering and slowly wiggling, trying to capture my tongue on her sex. Her sweetness was everywhere around her sex. 

The first time I took a lick up along her inner thigh toward her knee, she moaned loudly and her leg quivered and jerked. I moved to the other thigh and licked my way down almost to her sex. She had the same reaction. I spent a few minutes, licking up as much of her sweetness from her thighs as I could get without touching her sex. By the time I quit, she was moaning loudly and withering around totally wrapped up in what my tongue was doing to her.

I paused and breathed deeply, breathing in her heady flowery smelling scent. I licked my lips in anticipation of the main course. Her sex was right in front of my face and the outer lips were open; the thin inner ones were opening slowly, unfolding like a flower. I knew that as soon as my tongue made any contact with her there, she would literally explode. I waited for her to relax and calm down a little.

Finally, she whispered fiercely, "Please, Uncle Rick, please."

As my tongue ran over her outer lips, her stomach jerked, and her knees closed against my head, a deep moan coming from her throat. I dipped my head a little and took a long slow lick right up the center of her sex. The moan started up in volume and turned into a yell as my tongue touched her swollen clit. I circled it once with the tip of my tongue and then I was hanging on to keep from getting my neck broke as her orgasm washed through her body. 

Her thighs had a death grip on my head and her hips were bucking and jerking. She had a double hand full of my hair and was trying to sit up, her stomach muscles quivering and jerking in time with the rolling waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

I had immediately removed my tongue from her clit but her movements were brushing it against my lips and chin. Her orgasm went on and on, until I raised my head a little by shear brute force. Even then, it was a long time before she started to relax any at all. 

I gave her a few minutes and waited for her thighs to release my head. When they did, I slipped my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted. There was a river running down the crack of her ass. With a grin, I started to feast on her juices, from her tailbone to her sex. Her hips would give a sharp jerk whenever my tongue brushed against her anus or took a quick shallow dip into her open sex. I looked up along her body to watch her hands lightly and slowly caress her own breasts. Her eyes were closed and her face was a picture of total bliss.

I lowered my head and slowly wiggled my tongue into her hot sweet center. Her hips rose even more and she gave out with a loud gasping groan. Then I raised my head to suck and lick on the thin inner lips, I would lightly nibble on first one and then the other. Her ass shivered as I did, an even louder groan coming from her throat. Releasing her inner lips, I used my tongue to smooth them out and then I took long licks along the bottom of her slit from her sex to just below her clit. 

Every few strokes of my tongue, I let my nose brush against her clit. When I did, her hips would climb higher and a gasping moan would come loudly from her chest. Her hips moving around, searching for the source that was teasing her swollen clit.

I lowered my head and stabbed my tongue sharply into her hot wet sex. As I twirled the end of my tongue around inside, she yelled as her hips rolled up and back, trying to force more of my tongue inside. I was treated to another flood of her sweet nectar, which I lapped up like a kitten at a saucer of milk. Her orgasm subsided but her hips kept moving against my lapping tongue. 

When I had the flood under control, I lowered my head and took a long slow lick from just below her asshole to her clit. I let my tongue bump over the tight ring of her anus, dip into her sex, glide slowly along the bottom of her slit, and finally to flick lightly at her clit. I would pause a second and then do it again. Her reactions were varied. 

When I tickled her anus she would gasp and jerk her hips, when I dipped into her sweetness, she would moan softly and roll her hips up. As I glided along her slit, her hips would slowly rise as a shiver ran up her body and when I flicked her clit, her stomach muscles would contract and jerk, a sharp yell coming to her lips.

I kept this up until there was an almost constant shaking and quivering all along her body. Then I attacked her clit with my tongue and lips. She exploded like a bomb. Once again, I was holding on for dear life. I kept after her clit as her orgasm rolled on and on, until she was actually pulling my hair, trying to get my mouth off her clit. Slowly, I let her pull my head away and then I sat up.

I looked down at her, a grin spreading across my face. I picked up my camera and took several pictures of her. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her mouth slightly open, a picture of total ecstasy on her face. Her hands were half cupping her breasts, a thumb against each nipple, as her stomach muscles were rippling and quivering. 

She had one leg, now straightened out and laying on the towel, the other one was still bent at the knee and out at right angles to her body. The thin inner lips were spread wide over her outer lips and there was a trickle of clear fluid below her sex, which was wet and shiny. Her clit standing up, completely uncover and a bright reddish pink. 

She was the perfect picture of a young woman who had just had her brains eaten out for the first time. I chuckled as I thought of the same look on her mother, just after the first time I did the same thing to her. I had a picture of her from then and it would be very interesting to compare it to the ones I just took.

I glanced down at my rigidly hard manhood, with the glistening sheen of precum coating its head. It gave a twitch as I squeezed my butt cheeks together; thoughts of how easy it would be to just lay down and slip it into her hot wet pussy, floating across my mind. I grinned and shook my head. Nope, that wasn't to be, I told my dick, we'll find another way for you to get some relief. It gave another jerk, a clear drop of fluid appearing at the opening.

I chuckled again and then sighed. 

*****

The sun was well down toward the horizon and mostly hidden by the trees by the time Rita sighed deeply and opened her eyes. She stared straight up for a little while and then she lowered her eyes to look into mine as she smiled shyly. I smiled back at her. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked. The shy smile blossomed into a big grin. I chuckled and said, "That good, huh." She nodded and sighed deeply again, the grin staying on her face. "Well, when you feel up to it, we need to get back to the truck. It'll be dark soon."

She started to sit up and then groaned and lay back. After a moment, she whispered, "I may just have to sleep right here. I feel as though I've been wrung out."

I chuckled and held out my hands to her as I stood up. "Come on, I'll help you up. You'd think that a healthy young girl like you could handle a dozen or so orgasms better than this."

She giggled and reached up for my hands. After I helped her to her feet, she held onto me for a moment and took several deep breaths. 

Then she said, "Man, I feel like I've been run over by a truck.

I laughed and replied, "Nope, just by a little old tongue." When I licked my lips, she giggled again. 

She let go of me and took a couple of steps, groaning at each one. She leaned against the limb of the oak tree and looked at me over her shoulder. "Now I know how you stay so young. You suck the youth out of young girls." 

I laughed at that and then said, "Come on grandma, I'll help you hobble to the truck."

I picked up the towel and shook it out, noting the large wet spot on it. I picked up her tee shirt and my camera and shorts, before I stepped over to her and offered her my arm. She grinned as she took it. We slowly walked a couple of steps, her arm going around my waist and mine going around her shoulders. Half way up the trail, she finally got some energy back and was walking almost normally.

At the truck I got the keys and opened her door. She climbed up onto the seat and then suddenly leaned out and kissed me on the lips softly. I returned the kiss for a moment and then stepped back. 

She smiled and whispered, "Thank you."

"The pleasure was all mine," I told her as I shut her door. 

*****

As I drove toward the road, Rita shifted around on the seat and leaned back against the door, her feet tucked up under her cute ass. She grinned at me and asked, "Are you going to ride home naked too?"

I grinned back at her and replied, "I don't see any reason not to."

I took a different route back toward the house. As it got dark, I turned on the headlights. Rita stretched, arching her back with a soft groan. 

"When we get home, you crawl into a hot bath and then I'll rub your back for you."

She smiled and replied, "Oh, that sounds great." Then she moved over next to me and cuddled up under my arm. She sat there quietly for a minute and then she looked down at my semi hard manhood and asked, "Would it be alright if I touched you?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "I don't know about that."

"Please, I want to give you something for what you gave me," she said shyly as she laid her hand on my bare thigh.

"Darlin', you gave me one of the greatest gifts a woman can give a man. I don't need anything else." I told her.

She sat there in silence, her fingertips moving restlessly on my thigh from time to time. I could feel my manhood slowly growing to its full length as it stood up against my belly. Her eyes would flicker down to it every so often. 

We were a couple of miles from the house when I said, "Ok, you can touch it but if I tell you to stop, please do or we'll have a mess all over the place."

She grinned and moved her hand over to run it flat, up and down along my length. I stifled a groan as my shaft jerked and twitched. She giggled and said, "It seems to like me petting it." I chuckled and then I did groan as she wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a gentle squeeze. She looked up at my face and smiled as she said, "You seem to like it too."

I licked my lips and nodded. She ran her fisted fingers along the length of me from the base to the head and back. I groaned as she did, my stomach muscles jerking as she touched the sensitive head. 

"It's so big and so hard, and it's so hot," she whispered, more to herself than to me. She slowly ran her hand up and down along it with a feathery grip. 

I had to catch her hand and stop her. "Okay, little one, that's enough for right now. I'm right on the edge of coming."

She held her hand still and looked up at my face. "What'll happen if you do?" She asked in a husky whisper.

I chuckled and said, "We'll have a mess from my lap to the roof."

She looked back down to where our hands were and said, "Oh." After a minute, she said, "I want to make you come, I want to see what happens."

I took a deep breath and blew it out. "Not here in the truck, maybe later at home, it'll be less messy there and a hell of a lot less dangerous. I'm having trouble concentrating on driving as it is."

She giggled and took her hand away. "I know that feeling. The one of being disconnected from everything." She sighed and added, "Okay, I can wait."

I chuckled and sighed. "I just hope I can." This made her look back at my manhood and giggle. Luckily we were almost home.

*****

We turned into Rita's driveway and I came to a sudden stop, there was a car sitting back near the patio. I was scrambling for our clothes as Rita laughed and said, "That's just my girlfriend Mary's car. She'd shit if we got out of the truck naked."

I handed her, her tee shirt and asked, "What if her boyfriend is with her; would he do the same thing?"

She frowned and took the shirt. As she slipped it over her head, she said, "She wanted to talk to me so I figure she's alone but I guess we had better not take any chances."

"Good thinking," I said as I struggled to get into my shorts with the steering wheel in the way. After that my tee shirt was easy.

Once we were dressed, I pulled on down the driveway and parked next to Mary's car. I didn't see her in it. Rita opened her door and got out. I grabbed my camera and the towel before I got out joining her. As I rounded the front of the truck, Mary walked out from behind the hedge around the patio. 

She had a big grin on her face as she looked at Rita and said. "You've been out riding around naked with him, haven't you? That's why you had to stop at the end of the driveway."

Rita grinned and glanced over at me before she replied, "Actually, we were both naked." 

Mary's eyes got wide and her mouth dropped open as she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "No shit?" she whispered softly.

Rita giggled and nodded. "Hey!" she said. "I thought you were coming over in the morning? What are you doing here tonight?"

Mary frowned and answered, "Greg came by just before I got off work and wanted me to go out to Lookout Point with him. When I told him no and that I thought getting married next week was too soon, he went ballistic. He yelled some nasty things at me before he peeled out and left. I called mom and told her that I need to talk to you and here I am. She thinks you're such a good influence on me." Mary glanced at me and grinned. "What she doesn't know won't hurt you or me."

Rita glanced at me for a second and then said, "You're sure messing up my plans but come on, we'll talk."

Mary looked from Rita to me and back before she said, "Oh." She looked at me and then Rita again a big grin coming to her face. "Just how big were those plans?" She asked.




Wild Child Ch. 03



Rita laughed and shook her head. "Well, I had planned..." She paused a second for effect and then went on. "To take a hot bath and maybe get a back rub. What the hell were you thinking?"

In the half light, it looked like Mary blushed but I wasn't sure. She did drop her eyes for a second as she said, "Well, you know me and my active imagination."

Rita laughed as she moved to put her arm around her friend. "Yeap, I sure do. Come on, we can talk while I get that hot bath." Looking around at me she asked, "Is it okay, Uncle Rick?"

I nodded and smiled. "You go ahead; I need to use the computer for a little while," I said as I showed her the camera.

She grinned and then laughed as Mary's eyes got wide again and she asked, "You really did let him take pictures of you? Were you naked?" When Rita nodded, Mary added, "Holy shit, this I got to see."

"Later," Rita said, "Right now, I need a nice hot bath." She looked at me and grinned and winked. "I'll see you in a bit, Uncle Rick." 

Then she herded Mary into the house. I followed them slowly, with a grin on my face as I the thought that my troubles may have just doubled.



Wild Child Ch. 04



I downloaded the pictures from my camera to the laptop and resized them. It didn't take long for my dick to return to its former shape of rock hard and standing up against my belly. I pulled up the picture of Rita's Mom from years ago and compared it to the last two I had taken of Rita. Man, other than the backgrounds, they could damn near have been the same person. 

Well, Rita's got twice the boobs that her mom does but other than that, their facial expressions and the way their sexes look, there's very little difference. My mind drifted back over this afternoon and then wandered down memory lane from years ago.

I was startled by a sudden gasp from behind me. I closed the graphics program quickly and looked around to find Rita standing right behind me with a towel on her head and nothing else. She had another towel in her hand. Her eyes were still glued to the blank screen and then she shook herself slightly and looked at me. 

"That was my mother, wasn't it?" She asked in a whisper. "That's the whole picture of the one I saw of just her face, right?"

I nodded and opened the program back up. Rita moved closer and looked over my shoulder, studying each picture intently. After a while, she whispered, "Wow, other than the boobs, we look like twins. Even our expressions are the same." She glanced at me and asked, "Was that mama's first time too?"

I nodded and whispered, "Yes, it was. She was on that old twin bed at the cabin and I was on my knees beside it."

"What happened next?" She asked softly.

I chuckled and replied, "She fell asleep, and I climbed up to cuddle up with her. After I covered us up, I fell asleep also."

A grin spread over her face slowly and then she asked the next logical question, "What happened when you both woke up?"

I laughed and answered, "Don't try to read ahead and you might just find out. You already know that we never made full and complete love but we had fun anyway."

Rita turned, sat down in my lap, and kissed me. I kissed her back. The kiss started out soft and sweet but soon the passion grew quickly. Just as quickly, I could feel the heat from her sex on my bare leg go up about two thousand degrees. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and laid her head on my shoulder, our breathing ragged and quick. About then, Mary cleared her throat behind us and we both jumped; Rita getting off my lap and grabbing her towel.

Mary giggled and said, "Hey, girlfriend, take it easy. You looked so natural kissing him and sitting on his lap." 

Rita was trying to wrap the towel around her bare body, when Mary reached out and stopped her. "You can leave that off, if I can take mine off," she said looking from Rita to me and back.

Rita looked at me and said, "That's up to Uncle Rick, it doesn't matter to me. I've seen you naked before."

I shrugged and then grinned. "I'm getting used to having you running around naked, as much as I can stand anyway. If you're cool with Mary being naked, then it's cool with me," I said slowly.

Rita grinned and tossed her towel over onto the old sofa next to the wall. Mary looked at her friend for a second and then she slowly took the towel off and tossed it on the couch also. Rita and I both looked Mary over from her feet to her head and back. As our eyes traveled over her body, she blushed a deep red from her small boobs up to her blonde hair. 

Her trim, slim legs led up to a set of wide flared hips, with a small blonde vee of very fine hair covering her mound. The rest of her sex that I could see with her legs closed as they were, was shaved smooth and bare. Her narrow waist and flat stomach made her hips look even bigger than they were. Her very small breasts were nothing more than small mounds but the nipples sticking out of them were thick, long, and hard. As my eyes reached her cute face, 

I smiled and said to Rita, "You have one mighty fine looking friend here."

Rita nodded and smiled as she said, "Yeah, she is but she thinks her boobs are way too small and her hips are too wide. I keep telling her not to worry, that her breasts might still grow and anyway, she won't ever have to wear a bra or worry about them sagging."

I nodded as Mary blushed again. "Yeah, and get a load of those nipples; they could poke an eye out. I'll bet you a dollar, that she goes boom big time when the boys suck on them," I said with a grin. 

Rita giggled, reached her hand out toward Mary's nipples, and said, "It doesn't even have to be the boys."

Mary blushed even deeper and yelled, "Rita, shut up!" Her hands coming up to cover her tiny breasts and large nipples. As her hands touched them, she shivered and made a soft whimpering sound.

"And just what were you doing sucking on her nipples?" I asked Rita with a grin. 

Rita giggled, shrugged, and replied, "She slept over one night, and we got to wrestling on my bed. Her pajama top came unbuttoned and she had me in a headlock. It was right there in front of my face and I already knew how sensitive her nipples were. So I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. Man, she went ballistic, yelling and moaning like I had bit her. Later, I noticed a big wet spot in the crotch of her pajama bottoms. When I said something about it, she got all mad and blushed like crazy. I couldn't figure out whether she came or peed but either way she had an accident."

"I didn't pee," Mary said quickly and defensively. Then she grinned and added, "Yeah, girlfriend, you gave me my first orgasm from someone other than myself. Actually, the only one that way, so far." Then she grinned evilly again and asked, "Doesn't that make you a lesbian or something?"

Now it was Rita's turn to protest, "Hell no, I ain't no lesbo."

I laughed and said, "Technically, you gave another woman an orgasm, so that makes you one, whether you want to be one or not."

"Hey, I thought you were on my side," she said heatedly.

I laughed and shook my head. "Nope, I'm on the side of truth, if I'm on anyone's side. I don't play favorites."

"All right!" Mary said, "This is sure going to make our sleeping together a lot more interesting."

Rita looked at her friend a moment and then looked over at me. Slowly a smile came over her face. "Hell no, I'm not a lesbo; I'm bisexual, my gates going to swing both ways." 

Moving toward Mary, she went on, "Well, I guess I'll have to start with you. Get your little ass over on that couch so I can practice my pussy eating. Uncle Rick can eat mine again as I do."

Mary's eyes got as big as saucers as she looked at first Rita and then at me. Her mouth was hanging open. Rita paused as she pushed Mary back toward the couch and asked, "What? You don't want to be my first piece, I mean, victim?" When Mary shook her head, Rita let go of her and said, "Hey, I was just kidding, don't freak out on me."

"No, no, it's not that. It's the last thing you said, about him eating your pussy again." She stressed the word, again. "Like in, he's already eaten you once?" She asked.

"Oops!" Rita said as she looked over at me, a scared look on her face. When I frowned, she added, "Sorry Uncle Rick, I didn't mean too."

I nodded and said, "Yeah, I know but what happens when you make that kind of slip around your mom? Mary shouldn't know but she can keep her mouth shut." I looked at Mary and asked, "Right?" 

Mary nodded quickly and made the sign of a zipper across her lips. "My lips are sealed," she said.

"Man, I hear those rocks rattling around in my head again," I said softly as I shook my head.

Rita moved over and sat back down on my lap and hugged me. "It's too late to chance things now, I'll just have to be more careful and think before I speak. I can do that if I put my mind to it," she said.

"I sure hope so," I said equally as soft as I kissed her forehead.

To lighten the moment, I said, "Ok, now, get your hot little ass off my lap before you put another brand on it. If that little pussy of yours didn't stay so wet, you'd burst into flames."

Both girls giggled as Rita stood up. Then she ran her hand over my thigh and found the hot spot. "Damn, that is hot. I didn't realize...." She let the sentence die as she giggled again. "Mine is as hot as yours is."

"Uh, how do you know how hot his is?" Mary asked.

"He let me touch it on our way home." Rita told her and then looked at me. "Anything else she knows can't do any more damage than what she already knew," she said to me.

"That's true I guess." I replied and then I looked at Mary as she nodded in agreement. Then a slow grin crossed her face. 

"What?" I asked as if I didn't already know. I was surprised it took her so long to figure it out; after all, Rita had said she had a big fantasy about an older man.

"Well, it's like this, Rita seems to be having all the fun, and all I'm doing is hearing about it," she said slowly.

Rita giggled and said, "Well, we could show you the pictures, although, what you said, sounds a lot like blackmail."

Mary looked at her friend for a second as a grin came to her lips. "Yeah, it does, doesn't it and that's the second time you've mentioned pictures. Now I've got to see them."

"If Uncle Rick will show them to us, I don't mind you seeing them," Rita said and looked at me. 

"It won't take a second to pull them up. Do you want to show her all of them? The ones in the truck are the ones, I mean," I said.

Rita licked her lips and glanced at Mary, after a second she said, "Yeah, you might as well, I'd end up telling her about it anyway. We girls have to teach each other as we learn. It's the unwritten code of women."

"Yeah, tell me about it," I muttered as I got the pictures together and set up a slide show. The girls both giggled and moved to stand, one on each side of me.

I brought the first picture up of Rita sitting on the picnic table at the park. "Wow," Mary whispered. "That's so sexy."

"You ain't seen anything yet," Rita whispered as I displayed the second one.

"Holy shit, you're beautiful," Mary said. 

When I opened the third picture, Mary didn't say a word. When I looked up at her, she had her mouth open and a strange look on her face. She noticed me looking, closed her mouth, sat down on my knee, and leaned closer to the screen. 

"Holy shit!" I said under my breath; she was as hot as or even hotter than Rita had been on my leg. 

Rita heard me and grinned as she sat down astraddle the other knee. Now I had two branding irons pressed to me. 

"Oh, shit," I whispered as I let out a soft groan. 

When Mary looked around at me, Rita grinned and told her, "We're about to set fire to him. You must be as hot as I am down there."

"No shit!" I said, "Now I know how a calf feels at branding time." 

Both girls giggled and wiggled their bottoms; the heat went up as if that was possible. I put a hand on each of their hips and said, "Sit still before I do go up in smoke. You're making it even hotter."

"Poor Uncle Rick," Rita said before she kissed me on the cheek.

"Yeah," Mary said as she kissed the other one and then giggled.

I ran my hand up Rita's side and cupped her left breast with my hand. She took a shuddery breath as I gave her a gentle squeeze. I reached with my right hand and pushed a key to switch to the next picture, the start of the playground pictures.

Mary looked over at my hand on Rita's tit and whispered, "Hey, you can do the same to me, I can push the button to change the pictures." She giggled as my hand slide up along her side and added, "Well, I think I can, anyway. You'll be the first man to touch me there or anywhere else, for that matter." 

When my fingers bumped over her rock hard nipples and then cupped her whole breast, she gasped loudly and then groaned deeply, the heat from her loins getting even more intense. Her hips rocked back and forth for a second, and then there was a wet heat just above my knee, as she came long and hard.

Rita and I both watched as her body jerked and trembled through a giant orgasm. I had to hold onto her side to keep her from falling off my knee. Rita reached out and put a hand on her friends shoulder as a funny expression played over her face. Then she smiled and looked up at me as it turned to a grin. She winked and blew me a kiss. I grinned and winked back, as I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was thinking of the way she had exploded when I first sucked and licked her sensitive nipples.

When Mary started to come down, she leaned forward and laid her head on her arms at the edge of the desk. I ran my hand up and down her back, petting and caressing her. Rita caressed her neck and shoulders before brushing her fingertips along her cheek and jaw line.

Mary blew out a big long breath and then sighed. After a moment, she whispered, "I don't know where that came from but it liked to have killed me." She took a deeper breath and blew it out noisily. "I knew my nipples were connected directly to my pussy from playing with them or brushing against something but I wasn't ready for the intensity of that. It was even more jolting than when Rita sucked on it." 

She slowly sat up and added, "Maybe it's the fact that I'm naked and sitting on your Uncles knee or that I'd been looking at naked pictures of you. Hell, it was probably hearing about him eating you out. God, I'd probably die or explode if he did it to me."

Rita giggled and said, "He could, you know." I gave her a sharp look and a frown. "Well, maybe that might not be such a good idea."

I moved my hand back to Mary's waist and slowly caressed her side as I moved it upward. I stopped at the first swell of her breast and brushed my fingertips along the bottom of it. I moved my hand and cupped just the bottom third, keeping my hand away from her sensitive nipple. She sighed and took a deep breath arching her back to press her breast firmly against my hand. 

"This is good enough for right now," she whispered softly after I gave her a little squeeze.

Rita stepped us through the rest of the pictures of the playground. At the one of her on the monkey bars, Mary said, "Oh, I like that one." 

Then she laughed at the one of Rita hanging upside down. "Now that's interesting," she said as she grinned at Rita. "It causes things to run around in my imagination. If your head was low enough and the guy was tall enough, it would be an interesting sixty nine position."

Rita laughed and said, "Dirty minds run in the same gutter, I had the same thoughts."

Mary looked over at Rita and blushed as she asked, "Uh, you haven't, you know, sucked on him or anything have you?"

Rita squirmed on my knee and replied, "No, but I thought about it a lot, especially when I was touching it. You know me and my oral fantasies." She glanced around at me and grinned. 

"Don't even think about it, either one of you. In the state I'm in, I'd blow your head off your shoulders in a matter of seconds," I said in a whisper. My body giving a little shudder of its own.

Mary looked at me funny for a second, but before she could say anything, Rita giggled and said, "Anyway, I don't think I could get the damn thing in my mouth. Well, the head maybe." Mary's eyes moved over to her girlfriend. 

Rita grinned and added, "He's bigger than what we saw in your dad's girly books."

When Mary looked back at me and started to open her mouth, I shook my head and said, "No way. You two are enough of a problem with my shorts on. I'm crazy enough as it is, so lets not get carried away. Go on, look at the pictures, and leave me out of it." 

Mary sighed and looked back at the computer screen. Rita changed the picture and Mary leaned forward to look at the picture closer. This was the one of Rita on the slide. 

"Damn girlfriend, you're kind of showing it all off, aren't you?"

Rita giggled and nodded, "I was having fun teasing Uncle Rick. There was a hell of a tent in the front of his shorts and with him looking at me and taking pictures I was hot and wetter than I'd ever been in my life. I wanted to touch myself but...."

She flipped through the rest of the park pictures and then she came to the first one of her in the truck, when we got home that night. Mary looked at the picture for a moment and then said with a grin, "I know that look, I get it when I tease myself to the edge several times in a row and then hold back." 

Rita changed to the next two pictures, the one of her hands near sex and then the one with her touching herself, in quick succession. Mary laughed and whispered, "Get you some." 

When Rita flipped to the last shot, the one of just her face. Mary gave a little shuttering shiver and whispered, "Damn, you did, didn't you?" 

She glanced over at Rita and then licked her lips. "I've tried to see what I look like as I get off but it's hard to do, even with a mirror. Anyway, I keep forgetting to open my eyes and look, but it does make for a good excuse to masturbate." He ended with a giggling laugh. Rita joined her.

"Horny little brats," I said under my breath, which made them laugh again. "Ok you two, get off me for a minute, while I get the burn cream for my knees, and load the rest of the pictures."

They got up giggling. Rita asked if Mary wanted a coke and they headed for the kitchen. I watched them walk across the room and then gave a big sigh as they left the office. Damn, a man should have his head examined for messing with two young ones like that but.... I thought as I turned back to the computer, not daring to go past that but.

*****

I had the pictures pulled up by the time they got back and Rita brought me a beer. They sat back down on my knees as I thanked her and brought up the first picture; the one of her standing out in the sun. None of us had seen any of these, except for me. 

Both girls liked the first two and at the third one, the one of Rita bent over from the rear, Mary said, "Now, there's a really great ass. Mine is too small and my hips are too big. Talk about being screwed up, that's my ass." 

I started to chuckle as she said the last part of that and then I broke up, laughing my ass off. Both girls looked at me sharply for a moment and then Mary must have figured out what I was laughing at, because she started to blush even deeper than she had earlier.

Rita looked from me to her friend and back again a couple of times before her eyes lit up and she started to laugh. "Hey, that's not what I meant and you know it," Mary said quickly but she chuckled a little herself and added, "Well, we could call it a Freudian slip, I guess."

Rita looked at Mary sharply and said, "Huh?" 

Mary blushed lightly and glanced at me before she said, "Well, it feels good when I touch my asshole with my finger and I've even made myself come just playing with it. I know it sounds perverted but what can I say, I like it."

"That's gross," Rita said and giggled.

I chuckled and said, "You'd be surprised how many women like it."

Mary grinned and Rita looked at me funny. "See, I knew I wasn't the only one," Mary said.

I nodded at Rita and asked her, "Do you remember when I touched it with my tongue? For someone who didn't like it, your hips were sure jerking and jumping."

Now it was Rita's turn to blush lightly. She looked back at the screen and whispered, "Everything you did was driving me out of my mind. What can I say; I was totally out of it." She brought up the next picture, the first of the ones of her in the tree. 

Mary grinned and said, "There she is folks, Jungle Rita in all her glory. All you need is a long vine to complete the picture."

Rita laughed and said, "Uncle Rick had the long vine, although it looked more like a pole than a vine at the time."

"Hey, I had good reason to be in that shape," I said and chuckled. "Naked women in trees, does that to me."

They laughed and Rita reached back and ran her hand over the front of my shorts, lightly touching my rock hard dick. "Naked women sitting on your lap, seems to have the same effect," She said with a laugh. "Hell, that things been hard ever since I first came in here dressed in my trampy clothes."




Wild Child Ch. 04



Steph leaned down to peer through the window.

"So..you guys gonna be okay?"

They nodded.

"No hanky panky?"

Faye looked at her best friend and burst into laughter. Tristan pretended to tip his hat at her and smiled as he drove off.

Faye leaned back in her seat. The weather seemed nice enough. She wondered if she should point out that interesting fact to Tristan. Slanting her eyes she snuck a peek at him. 

"You can look right at me y'know," 

Faye flushed. She studied the dashboard that suddenly seemed really intriguing. 

"I wasn't."

Tristan looked over at her, a faint smile about his lips.

"So..where are we going?"

"I don't know.. I don't have anything on any-" Faye fumbled in her bag. "Shit someone's calling. Who could it be at this.." Frowning, she looked down at her phone before casting an apologetic look at Tristan. "Sorry, it's a potential employer I gotta take this."

Tristan nodded and put a finger to his lips.

"Hello?" Faye pursed her lips. "Yes.. yes. Oh, that's..that's wonderful. What.." Tristan reached over and took her hand. She started in surprise. "Um.. yes.. sure. That soon? I mean sure I'll be there. Yes. Thank you." 

Tristan listened to the sounds of her cellphone being put away. "So..."

"So, I'm sorry but I have to go," Faye patted Tristan lightly on the back of his hand that was still on hers. 

"Sure. Where to?"

"Uptown, you know. I think I landed a job!" Her face was glowing with excitement. Tristan looked at her. 

"That's great news." His smile was warm and genuine, and Faye couldn't help feeling a certain something in her chest. She ran her thumb over the skin of his wrist. 

When they got there Tristan got out and opened the door for Faye. She met his gaze and smiled nervously. 

"I hope everything goes well," she said. Tristan put a hand to her face and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. 

"I'm sure it will." Leaning in he kissed her gently on her mouth. Faye beamed at him and turned to leave.

"Thanks for the ride!" She called.

"Oh, my pleasure!" 

Faye flushed slightly again, then mentally hit herself for flushing so much these days, and entered the building.

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The plants were fake, the carpet looked like someone had thrown up over all of it and then ironed a layer of plant fertilizer over it, and the receptionist was so frosty Faye could just about feel her eyes misting up.

But, this was good. It was.

Lifting her knuckles to the heavy wooden door, Faye knocked.

"Come in!"

The door opened to a spacious office. A large expensive couch was sprawled in the corner, a couple of -- hey, real -- plants stood green in their pots, and.. the sunlight poured in through the wide glass windows. Sitting at the desk was..

"Mr. Lexington." 

"Call me Samuel." He stood up and shook her hand. It was a good, firm handshake. "Well, I've looked at some of your work and I must say I'm impressed."

"Thank you, very much."

"No no thank you. You'll be an excellent addition to our team. Now, all we have to do is to discuss the little details. If you'll just sit,"

Faye's eyes misted over for real this time.

It was happening. For the first time in her life, everything was coming together.

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"And then he offered me that sum, and I was.. well I was be-something!"

"Be-something." Tristan laughed, helping Faye out of her coat.

"Yes! Be-something, bewildered or something. I still can't believe it!" Kitty tottered up to her and sniffed at her legs. "Hey Kitty how's it goin," 

Faye tossed her bag on the couch and fell back on the pillows.

"Do you want something to drink?" Tristan asked. Faye smiled at him. She reached up and pulled him closer by his tie. 

"Actually I want something to eat." 

A small smile formed on Tristan's lips. "You do, huh." He stroked her face.

"I do." Faye stretched up and lifted her mouth to his. He tasted so good, so warm and familiar already. Kitty sat down patiently in a corner. "You." Faye pulled back and traced Tristan's lip with her finger. He looked at her.

Faye jumped slightly when she felt Tristan's hand moving down her stomach.

"Hey somebody's moving fast," she exclaimed. 

Tristan hid a smile in her shoulder as he turned her around so she was sitting on her lap. "I've waited all day. Don't think that counts as fast." 

Faye picked up the remote control and turned the television set on. 

"Hey they're showing reruns of That 70s Show. It's that episode where Eric.. oh.."

Faye closed her eyes as she felt Tristan slide his hand down the front of her panties.

"Eric is having a..birthd-" his fingers pressed into her flesh. Parting her legs wider Faye pressed her hips back into Tristan's lap. "That feels..good." Tristan pulled her shirt down so he could kiss her bare shoulder. His fingers kept stroking between Faye's legs. She let her mouth drop open as she savoured the sensation.

"Tristan.." Faye turned on his lap so she could look at him. Tristan pulled his hand out of her underwear and kept his eyes locked on hers as he put his finger in his mouth. Druggedly Faye watched him as he licked her juices off his hand.

"Okay bed now." 

Tristan laughed as she jumped on him and he stood up, hoisting her by her bum as she clung to him, and headed for his bedroom.

"Well hello beddy bed." Faye stretched luxuriously.

"Oh beddy bed. Someone's getting comfortable here." Faye froze for a bit, but relaxed when Tristan settled next to her. 

"Come on, let me undress you." Faye got to her knees.

"Gladly." Tristan lay back on his elbows, watching her contentedly. She ran her hands over his broad chest, smiling to herself. The tie went off first. One button, then two. He had such a delicious chest. Absently, Faye stroked Tristan's skin. His eyes were dropping lower and lower as she took off his clothes, article by article. 

"You're wearing too many clothes," Tristan muttered when Faye had stripped him down to his boxers. With an easy heave he turned her on her back. 

"Tristan!" Faye laughed. "That tickles."

He looked up at her from her stomach, smiling devilishly into her skin. He pulled off her shirt, her work pants, her inner shift. When Faye was down to her undies she curled up, suddenly shy. 

"I didn't know you had it in you to be shy." Tristan pulled at Faye's arms, opening her up to him. She shook her head, smiling. Lifting himself over the length of her body, Tristan lay over Faye. She felt his arousal against her. His eyes were heavy.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered into her ear, opening his mouth and licking the sides of her neck. Faye shivered beneath him, hooking her legs behind his back and trying to grind against his erection. 

"Uh-uh," Tristan reached back and unhooked her legs. He smiled roguishly at her. "Me first." 

Faye felt delicious desire spiking in her blood, centering between her legs as she watched him. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear as his hand went roaming on her body.

"I know you want this," his hand clasped the curve of her breast, encased in her black bra.

"And this," he trailed his fingers down her body, over her chest and her stomach -- where she quivered and arched toward him -- and teased with the ribbon on the top of her panties.

"You want me to touch you, don't you?" Faye nodded wordlessly, lifting her hips toward him but he kept following her movements. "Tell me what you want."

Faye looked at him, his eyes dark with arousal, a lock of his hair over his eyes. She arched closer to him as she spoke. 

"Touch me. Make me feel good,"

Tristan's eyes flashed and he cupped her through her panties. Faye squirmed under him and he stroked her through the fabric. He could feel her clit swelling between her soft folds and he rubbed it slowly. Faye gasped. She was going mad. He kept rubbing her through her panties..if he didn't stop -- Tristan pulled his hand away and she opened her mouth on a note of protest but his hand returned and this time delved beneath the cotton of her panties. 

Faye opened and closed her mouth as she felt his fingers tease her, going up and down the sides of her pussy lips. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Laughing lightly Tristan reached down and took her mouth. She lost herself in his kiss, his warm tongue delicious in her mouth, feeling each stroke between her legs as his fingers swept over her wetness. He poised two fingers at her entrance and she looked at him as he pressed them in gently. She felt herself open up to him and moaned low in her throat as he pushed deeper and stroked her where her ache was deepest. 

"Tristan.. Tristan I can't.." Faye struggled against him as he pleasured her. She felt his hard cock heavy against her and reached down instinctively through the gap in his boxers and took his warm length in her hand. Tristan shuddered and paused for a moment but soon continued stroking her between her legs, moving his hips into Faye's hand in tandem with his stroking.

The pleasure grew and grew and Faye felt her eyes glazing over. Tristan saw it and slid down swiftly between her legs. Before she could react he pulled her panties down her legs, parted them and began to lick her pussy. Faye gasped quietly. Her thighs had already started to tremble and when she felt Tristan's head move between her legs, his tongue slipping into her moist folds she clasped her thighs about him and mindlessly moved her hips against his pleasuring mouth. 

Tristan looked up at Faye's face. She was lost in the pleasure he was giving her. His cock ached but he pressed it against the bed and kept licking her, moving his head side to side against her pussy, feeding on her sweetness. When he felt her muscles start to tense he spread her pussy lips and pressed his mouth against her, moving his lips over her swollen flesh and licking deeper into her.

Faye gripped fistfuls of the bedsheets and bucked involuntarily against Tristan's face. She..she was coming..he was licking her so good, it felt so good, he wouldn't stop eating her as she came over and over, shuddering into his mouth. 

When she had stilled Tristan lifted himself over her and smiled faintly.

"Hey you."

Eyes still closed, Faye smiled back.

"Hey yourself." Her small hand went down his stomach and grazed the outline of his heavy cock in his boxers. "Looks like somebody needs attending to." 

Tristan almost blushed. He turned on his back following Faye's guidance. Her mouth looked bruised and her hair was in wisps about her face. She looked thoroughly sexed up.

He wasn't prepared when Faye slid between his legs, pulled cock out of his boxers and began sucking on him with gusto.

"Ahh.. a---hhhh Faye, Faye keep it..keep it slow or I'll.." Tristan worked his jaw, trying to regain his grip as he felt Faye's lips wrap around his length, licking up and down. Her mouth was liquid pleasure. He gritted his teeth and looked down. Not that the visual helped any -- seeing Faye between his legs, her eyes drugged and looking right back at him, his cock impaling her mouth, was enough to send him over.

With great effort Tristan reached down and pulled her up. He flipped her on her back, squealing lightly, pulled off his boxers and with one smooth move speared his cock deep into her. Faye gasped, rocking her hips back up towards him, wanting more of him. Tristan made a sound in his throat halfway between a growl and a moan and shoved his hips deeper into her. Her liquid center, so warm and tight around him. He pushed her higher up on the pillows with each thrust, heavy and uncontrolled, thrusting breathlessly into her. All he felt was the pleasure spiking, his flesh entering hers, her sweetness surrounding him, and he wanted more, more, more -- his hips flexed forcefully against her center, and she found herself close to the wall with each heave.

Faye moaned loudly with each thrust. Tristan's eyes were dark and unseeing. She reached up for his face and pulled him down. He kissed her as he drove into her over and over. She moaned, feeling the pleasure mount higher and higher inside. Looking up, seeing his face lost in pleasure and feeling him shove insistently inside her was too much and she felt herself riding out a deep orgasm.

Tristan felt Faye start to come. He pulled his cock almost out of her and slammed it back deeper. She writhed under him and he withdrew and pounded her harder. His own release was near -- he could taste it, but he had to draw out her pleasure first -- she was coming around him, her pussy clasping and releasing and he was helpless, plunging back into her and flexing his hips quicker, the sweet bloom of orgasm went over him and he came, jerking inside her.

Exhausted, he fell to the bed beside Faye. She reached for his arms and curled them around her.

In the corner of the room Kitty went to sleep. 



Wild Child Ch. 04



"Which ones?" Mary asked quickly. 

"The boxer shorts and the tank top." Rita replied. 

Mary grinned and said, "I told you that, that outfit would put a hard-on, on a stone monkey." Both girls laughed at that.

Mary had glanced at the tent in my shorts from time to time and several times her hand had hovered over it. Her hand was hovering now, and as she said stone monkey, she lowered it to rest on my hard shaft. When it jumped involuntarily, she jerked her hand away. 

With a giggle she said, "You're right, it is hard and hot." Her hand hovered for a second and when I didn't say anything, she lowered it again and let it rest on me. Slowly her fingers wrapped around it and she gave it a little squeeze. 

"Damn, that's an iron bar," she whispered as she gave me another squeeze. 

"Ok, that's enough," I whispered. 

She took her hand away and grinned at me before she looked back at the screen. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Rita stepped through the pictures until she came to the one of her squatting in the fork of the tree. 

As she showed Mary the next couple and then the two of her touching herself, she said, "I was so wet that I was actually dripping. When I touched myself it was such a jolt that I had to be careful. I didn't want to fall out of that tree."

She flipped to the next picture of her squatting on the limb nearer the ground. The next one was a close up of her sex and it showed just how wet she really was. 

Mary giggled, and whispered, "Wet hell, you were having a flood."

"Yeah, I know and Uncle Rick wasn't helping a bit. He kept on licking his lips and you know what I was thinking," She whispered back. Mary giggled and nodded her head as she squirmed on my knee.

The next pictures showed Rita touching herself and slipping a finger inside her sex and in the next one, she was holding her finger out toward the camera. 

Mary glanced at Rita for a second and asked, "Are you showing how wet you are or offering him a taste?"

Rita laughed and said, "How do you think I ended up on my back with him eating my pussy?"

"Oh wow!" Mary said softly. "How many times did you come? About a hundred, I'll bet."

Rita grinned and looked around at me and blew me a kiss before she answered, "Not really, about a dozen little ones and three mind blowers. That was all I could handle." She shivered and added, "That last one was like coming forever and then some. I didn't know up from down and didn't care. There could have been a brass band marching around me and I wouldn't have known it."

Mary's eyes were big and her mouth slightly open, as she looked at her friend in awe. When I reached over and flipped the screen to the next picture, the one of Rita afterwards, her eyes got even wider. 

"Oh shit." she whispered. "You look totally wasted."

Rita giggled and whispered back, "Don't I though." She reached up and flipped to the next picture and froze.

"Who is that?" Mary asked and then she said, "Holy shit, that's your mom?" The picture was the one where I had put Rita's picture and her mom's on the same graphic, side by side. I had forgotten to remove it.

Mary leaned forward and studied the picture and then she looked at me hard as she asked, "What's your Uncle doing with a picture like that of your mom and where did he get it?" She stressed the word, Uncle.

Rita said, "I only call him Uncle, he's not related. He's known mom since...." She looked at me quizzically for a second and then went on. "Well, a long time anyway, since I was little. He and mom had a thing, a long time ago, before she married my step dad."

Mary was looking at the pictures again and said, "Damn, you two look like sisters in these pictures, twins even. Of course, there are those big boobs of yours. Your moms are more like mine. Well, they are big compared to mine but small, compared to yours. You know what I mean."

"Yeah, we're a lot alike, as I'm finding out," Rita said, looking at me. She closed the picture and leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips. 

"Thanks," she whispered afterwards.

I smiled and whispered back, "You're very welcome."

*****

We sat there looking into each other's eyes for a moment, until Mary stood up and stretched. She had her hands high above her head and then she bent to the side, her long hard nipple right in my face as I turned my head. I knew better but reflexively, I sucked it between my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. 

Mary's hands came down to my head as she yelled and grabbed me, trying to push me away and pull me tighter to her breast at the same time. Her hips were jerking as her stomach muscles rolled and trembled. She had gone boom again, big time. With a mental shrug, I sucked more of her nipple and small hard breast into my mouth. By the time I had all of it in, she was shaking so hard that I had to hold her up and guide her back to my leg. God, I've never met anyone with nipples so sensitive.

Rita grinned and leaned over to kiss her friends neck and reached around to lightly pinch her other nipple. This just drove Mary higher and she yelled again. There was a hot wetness on my thigh where she sat, the heat of her sex like a branding iron, once more.

I released her breast and flicked the nipple again. Mary was pulling my head and groaning loudly as she rocked along, deep in her orgasm. I heard Rita whisper, "God, what's going to happen when someone licks her clit, if this happens when she gets her nipple sucked." 

The same thought had been running through my mind. Some poor guy would get his neck broke if he wasn't careful, was the answer my mind gave back.

I released her nipple and just held her, rocking her gently as she slowly came back to earth. Rita grinned at me and laid her head on my shoulder, her arm around my neck. Mary was still breathing hard and fast when Rita kissed her on the shoulder and said, "I came too the first time he sucked on my nipples, his mouth was so hot, and his tongue felt so good." Mary just nodded, took a deep breath, and blew it out noisily.

After a moment, she sighed, turned her head, and looked into my eyes. She kissed me lightly on the lips and then stood up shakily. "I think I'll remember this night for a long, long time," she whispered as her hands came up and slowly covered her breasts. She shivered as they did and then she added, "I think I like my boobs after all."

Rita swatted her lightly on her ass and said, "There's nothing wrong with this either."

Mary moved away and rubbed her hand over the spot where Rita had popped her. "Hey, don't bruise the merchandise. It ain't much but it's all I got." 

She looked at me and asked, "Can you take a picture of it. I want to see what it looks like. Looking in a couple of mirrors, doesn't give the whole picture, if you understand me."

I grinned and reached for my camera. Rita stood up and said, "Come over here to the couch. Stand by the arm, and then lean over, and put your hands on it." 

When Mary did, I took a picture. Rita said, "Move your feet back more and look over your shoulder." Mary did as she was told. I took the picture. Rita went on directing, "Ok, now spread your feet wider apart." I snapped the picture. "Come up on your toes." Rita said, "And hold it." I took a shot from where I sat in the chair and then moved to the floor to get another. 

Mary's open sex and slit were glistening wetly, and there was moisture all along her inner thighs. She was as wet as Rita had been in the tree. 

"Turn around and sit on the very end of the arm." Rita said.

When Mary did, she had a big grin on her face. "I didn't know having your picture taken could be so exciting." 

I took her picture and then she spread her legs wide and leaned back on the arm. The thin blonde hair on her high mound was glittering with moisture. Her inner lips were short and very thin, mostly up high in her slit, around her clit, which was large and prominent. I licked my lips and took her picture. 

"I see what you mean about him licking his lips. He looks like my brother does when he sees a cheeseburger," Mary said with a giggle.

Rita laughed and said, "I think my pussy looks like that when I bend over with my legs together, and it sure felt like one, after Uncle Rick finished munching on it."

"That would give my brother the biggest hard attack, you ever saw, if you showed it to him. He'd be so confused, he would come in his jeans trying to figure out if he should eat it or fuck it," Mary said with a laugh.

"Yuck, he ain't doing either, he's a nerd. Even if he is your brother, he's just too ugly." Rita replied with a laugh.

"Tell me about it," Mary said with a laugh as she lifted her right foot and put it on the seat of the couch, spreading her legs and sex wider. 

I licked my lips again and took a picture. Mary dropped her hands to her lap and rubbed her fingertips along her inner thighs. "Damn, I'm wet down to my knees." 

She brought one hand higher and touched her slit with a fingertip. She groaned softly and said, "I'd better not do that right now. I'd probably die and I'd wake the neighbors up for sure."

"Yeah, I noticed that you're a little loud when you get off," Rita said with a giggle.

"Now you know why I keep the stereo up so loud," Mary said with a grin. "Otherwise my parents wouldn't get any sleep." She giggled as a thought struck her and she added, "I come by it naturally anyway, my mom has woke me up quite a bit over the years. Sometimes more than once in a night. That's a scary thought isn't it?" 

Rita giggled and nodded in agreement.

"Why is it scary? Your parents had sex before you kids were born or you wouldn't have been, and they'll have sex after they have kids. Kids just limit when and where, you do and can have sex," I said as I slowly stood up. 

I looked at Rita and grinned, "You've got nothing to giggle about. What? You think your mom doesn't have sex just because she's quiet about it? Think again, she's quiet because she was raised that way and she stuffs half a pillow in her mouth." I grinned and added, "That is, if she doesn't already have something stuffed in her mouth."

Rita's eyes got big at that last part and she started to ask about it but I held up my hand and laughed, "Nope, I ain't saying anything else except, she is very, very good at it and could teach a lot of women a thing or two. So, file that away for future reference. She might tell you some things after you're grown and on your own. Preferably after I'm dead. That way she can't kill me for telling you this." I ended with a laugh as I sat back down in the swivel chair.

Mary had sat up and put her foot back on the floor. She looked at me and sighed deeply. I chuckled and shook my head. "No little one, it ain't my place to teach you about that. It'll happen in its own good time and with the one that's right for it. Just remember, pick the right one carefully, its something very special, as is most things having to do with sex. You only get one try at getting it right the first time."

Mary nodded and said, "I think I understand that better now than I did earlier today. I also think I made the right choice in backing away from my boyfriend and his plans to get married after school is out. They were his plans and not mine, I've decided." She grinned at Rita and said, "I can do better, much better."

"That's my girl," Rita said with a big grin of her own.

Suddenly Mary asked, "Hey, what time is it, I'm probably late."

I looked at the computer clock and said, "A quarter to twelve. Damn, is it that late?"

"Shit I have to be home by twelve," Mary said with a sigh. "I'll have to see my pictures another time. I need to find my clothes."

"I meant to ask you earlier, why you were dressed in a towel when you came in from the bathroom?" I asked.

She giggled and said, "I took a quick shower, I had been working and I smelled like French fries and burgers. Anyway, if I had nothing but a towel around me, it would be easy to drop it and flash you my goodies."

I laughed and then grinned evilly. "You shouldn't have taken that shower; I love French fries and Hamburgers. I just might have eaten you up." I told her.

Her mouth dropped open and then she replied, "Damn, just my fucking luck. I find the absolute aphrodisiac and then I wash it off."

This had us all laughing our asses off. When I finally calmed down I winked at her and said, "Go get dressed little one, and I was just joking about the French fries. One of these days, somewhere in the far future, think about me and sigh as you think about what I missed, not giving you a tongue lashing from hell. I know I will."

She winked back and grinned as she replied, "For some reason, I think I'm the one who is missing out on something special." 

She walked over to me, bent down, and kissed me gently on the lips and groaned deeply. "Thank you," she whispered. 

As I opened my mouth to tell her, she was welcome, she stuck a very wet finger in it. I jerked my head for a second and then sucked on it, tasting her sweet, musky flavor. 

"Just something to remember me by," she whispered with a grin. "Anyway, when I brag about this great looking older guy that's tasted my pussy; I won't exactly be lying, now will I." She pulled her finger out of my mouth and kissed me again softly.

Looking over at Rita, she grinned and said, "Come on girlfriend, help me get my clothes together. It'll take me a few minutes to clean up this mess I have between my legs and we can talk for a second. Then I need to get my little ass on the highway, for home. All I need is for mom to call here and your Uncle answers the phone." 

As if on cue, the phone rang. "Oh, shit!" Mary said. I grinned and picked up the phone, motioning the two of them away. 

"Hello," I said. I was Rita's mom and she was apologizing for calling so late. "No problem." I told her. "I was looking at some dirty pictures on my laptop and I'm wide awake."

She laughed and said, "You're such a dirty old man and I love you so much. Where's Rita?"

"She's in the other end of the house, talking to her little girlfriend," I said. "Those two are a pair, aren't they?"

She laughed and agreed with me and then she asked, "They're not giving you any trouble are they?"

I chuckled and told her, "No, not really. We ran into Mary up at the Sonic when we went to supper, she's working there now. She was having some second thoughts on the boyfriend and marriage thing and came by to talk to Rita about it. I think the marriage is off and maybe the boyfriend too if I understand it right."

"Good, I didn't like the little asshole anyway. He thinks he's God's gift to women and he would end up hurting her. I take it you had something to do with the conversation. Doing you usual knight in rusty armor thing," she said with a laugh.

I chuckled and said, "It wouldn't be rusty, if you hadn't got it so wet, so often."

She gave a low chuckle and said, "And just whose fault is it, that I stay wet around you all the time? I always have and I always will. I do love you, you know."

"I sure do. I wouldn't do what I'm doing this weekend, for any other person in the world and you know it," I whispered.

"It's going well, then." She asked breathily.

"Yeah, very well. I'll tell you all about it one day, when we're old and gray, and I might even show you a couple of pictures that'll blow your socks off," I said.

I caught the catch in her breath before she said, "This was my idea but I just hope I'm right in doing it. I know how I was after I escaped from my ex and how she's going to be as school gets out and she heads for college. You helped me so much without compromising my beliefs and helped me get my sexual head on straight, before I got into some very bad trouble."

"It'll all work out believe me. I can see the change starting already. The mystery is slowly getting replaced with confidence and knowledge. You know that's the best weapon in the world," I said. "By the time you get home, you'll see a dramatic change and yes, it'll be for the best. She's exactly like you, in all things."

I could see the grin on her face, even if she was five hundred miles away. "We'll be back Sunday night, early. His dad is awake and talking. They think it was a mild stroke but we really can't see any damage from it. They're putting him on some new medicine and hopefully it's keep him from having another one. They're supposed to release him on Monday and mom can take it from there," she said in a more normal voice.

"That's good to hear. I was worried," I said. 

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I just know you were, but about whom the most? Most likely yourself. Has she killed you yet?"

"Not yet but she is sure working on it and keeping it very hard," I answered with a chuckle.

The voice on the phone dropped to a low whisper and said, "Good, because I'm going to do that job myself, when I get there. I hadn't had any for about three weeks before we left there and I ain't getting any here for sure. So get ready, I'm going to tease and please the hell out of you, the first chance I get."

"One look is about all it's going to take, I've been hard since you left me here with little miss hot pants in there or I should say, hot boxer shorts. I've got more wet spots in these shorts than a fraternity house laundry room," I said with a laugh.

This cracked her up and she laughed. After a while, she was down to a chuckle and said, "Yeah, I found those and the rest of that stuff. That's another reason. You just be careful around little Mary, she ain't your problem and she can be wilder than Hogan's goat."

"Mary is basically a good girl, she's learning as she goes, just like the rest of us. Rita, will make sure Mary gets the benefits of what she learns. They are best friends after all."

I was watching the door to the office and Rita stuck her head in and looked questioningly. "It's your mom; do you want to talk to her?" I asked, more to let her mom know she was around as anything else.

"Hey, mom," Rita called loudly as she walked toward me. "I'll talk to you when you get home, I love you." 

Her mom heard and replied through me, "She loves you too," I said to Rita. 

To her mom I said, "Ok, I'll see you two on Sunday afternoon. Be careful on the drive home."

There was a chuckle at the other end of the line and then Rita's mom said, "That would be an interesting talk, if I told her that I set up this little fun weekend. Well, all accept her grandfather getting sick that is." 

She paused to take a deep breath and then went on, "That wouldn't be a good idea would it, so I'll play the dumb little mother. Okay, I'll see you Sunday night early. I love you, and I owe you big time."

"Okay dearest, I love you too and don't worry, everything is fine and will be," I said as I grinned at Rita. Rita grinned back as she walked over and sat down on my knee, facing me. God, that branding iron ass of hers almost made me groan. 

Her mom said, "Okay, I'll get off here and damn, I wish it was me there with you, all alone for a whole weekend. I know that I would be fine and I sure wouldn't be horny, like I am now."

"I'll take care of that when you get home, don't worry," I said softly.

She laughed and whispered, "I'll just bet you will." Then she hung up. 

*****

I reached over, hung up the phone, and filled Rita in on her grandfather. When I finished, she slid along my thigh and put her arms around me, hugging me tightly. 

"I'm glad to hear that," she whispered. "I love my adopted Grandpa as he calls himself. He treats me as a grown up. His wife is a neat lady but she treats me like a kid, like mom does."

I chuckled and said, "In some ways you are a kid and in others.... Well, you're growing up. Your mom and Grandmother are always going to try and over protect you to some extent. That is, until you pick the right guy and get married. Then you get to join the mothers club, when you have a kid of your own. Then you'll understand it all, believe me."




Wild Child Ch. 04



She chuckled and nodded, "I think I understand, most of the time anyway. At times, it gets to be so overbearing though and I have to rebel or bust."

"Welcome to the world of trying your wings to see if they fit, and people trying to tie you to the ground, because they're afraid they will fit," I said and grinned. 

She laughed and then kissed me on the lips softly. The kiss lingered a moment and then she broke it off and said, "That was from Mary and she said goodnight and thanked you for letting her spread her wings a little. She said she'd see you again one day." 

Rita kissed me on the lips quickly and added, "I'd watch out Uncle Rick, I think you could be her older man real easy. If you do, let me know first, so I can take the pictures of the two of you." She ended with a laugh and then said, "That wouldn't work because I'd be piling in with you two."

"I'll just have to worry about little Miss Mary when and if it happens. As for you piling in, are you still considering a bi life?" I asked as a joke, with a big grin.

She looked at me with her had tilted to the side before she replied, "I'll worry about that when and if it happens." Then she giggled. "Who knows what life will hold in the future. I'm starting to think that I'll just let it happen as it does, instead of chasing it. Hey, I have forever to try anything and everything I want too, so I don't need to be in any hurry."

I grinned at her and said, "That's my girl, I was hoping you'd figure that out on your own." She stifled a yawn to grin back at me. "That looks like your bedtime, what do you think? It's been a long hard day, on me at the very least and probably for you too."

She nodded, laid her head on my shoulder, and cuddled up, her arms going around my shoulders. "Okay, I found me a nice comfy spot and it's so warm and cozy," she said.

I laughed and said, "Yeah and it would keep it hard on me all night long." 

I hugged her tightly and kissed her shoulder. "Ok, off to bed with you. I'll empty the camera and be headed that way myself in a few minutes. I need a shower first."

She lifted her head and grinned at me as she stifled another yawn. "I want to see Mary's pictures but they'll have to wait until in the morning. Come sleep with me, I promise, I'll behave."

I chuckled and shook my head. "I'm afraid I couldn't make the same promise and keep it. We'll both be safer with you in your bed and me in mine," I said as I kissed her lips softly.

She smiled and then pouted. "Spoil sport," she whispered. "I could put on the pair of bike shorts I have in the closet, it take an act of God for me to get them on and off. That would keep us safe."

I laughed and hugged her tightly again. When I released her I said, "I'd chew my way through them in a few seconds and then we'd be in a world of trouble." I paused a second as she laughed and then I kissed her gently. 

"No little one, you go sleep in your bed and cuddle with your pillow. I'll see you first thing in the morning. We have all day tomorrow and half of Sunday to have fun and we will, I promise."

She smiled and got up off my leg. She stood right there in front of me and slid her hand down across her stomach to let it rest lightly on the dark hair of her mound. She grinned as she spread her feet wider apart and slowly let her hand move lower, her middle finger parting her slippery outer lips. She tried to keep from moaning but she couldn't. By the time her hand was cupping her sex, she was shaking. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. I knew that when she moved her hand or fingers in any way, she was going to come, big time.

I grinned at her, knowing that she needed the relief, to tell the truth I needed some myself. I stood up, dropped my shorts, and sat back down. Her eyes popped open at the sound of the chair squeaking and she watched me intently. Once I was seated, I reached up, wrapped my fingers around my shaft, and slowly ran them up and down over my length. 

My groan was mirrored by one from her. Her eyes were glued to my hand and dick but her hand moved slowly in sync with mine. I could see her ass tightening up and her back straightened as she tried to hold her orgasm back, waiting on me. She didn't have very long to wait. My balls had been aching for the last couple of hours and my light strokes had them tightening up within a few seconds. 

I paused at the head and gave it a few quick strokes. That's all it took, I came with a rush and a gush. As I did, I pointed my dick at her and the first hot jet hit the bottom of her left tit. She yelled and her body jerked hard as her orgasm hit her. My second shot hit her neck and left a string of pearly cum between her breasts. 

She groaned loudly when it hit her and she moved closer toward me, her hand trapped tightly between her legs. Her hips were jerking and bucking as other waves of pure pleasure washed through her. I reached out with my free hand and steadied her as she staggered more toward me. 

My right hand was covered with my own cum, so I used the edge of it as I needed both hands to get her turned and sitting on my lap before she fell down. She was holding the hand she had had between her legs away from her body, until I reached up, pulled it to my mouth, and started to lick it clean. 

Her eyes flew open and she groaned, as I sucked on first one finger and then the next. By the time I had all her fingers clean, she was moaning softly and rocking back and forth on the verge of another orgasm. 

When I released her hand and reached up to rub the slippery cum on her left breast in, she gasped loudly and came, a hot wetness flooding my lap. She shivered hard and then her stomach muscles were jerking as her hips rolled and flexed. I continued to caress her chest and neck until she started to come down from the rush of it all. Slowly she leaned over against my chest and laid her head on my shoulder. I held her gently and rocked her slowly. I was drained myself, so I knew how she felt.

After a while, her breathing calmed and she sighed deeply. "Come on Little one, we both need a shower. Then we'll go to bed," I said.

She nodded against my shoulder and whispered, "Okay, that is if I can find the energy and my legs. I think they fell off, some time ago, along with most of the rest of my body." 

I chuckled and said, "I'd carry you but I seem to be having the same problem. We'll rest a little longer and then we'll help each other, all right?"

She nodded again and sighed deeply.

It was another half hour before we finally got headed for the shower.



Wild Child Ch. 05



I'm not sure who was messier, Rita or me. We finally got the energy to hit the shower and the hot water felt good. I used my hands to lather her up as she washed her face. She had her back to me as I washed her breasts. My slippery hands had her squirming and whimpering softly. She leaned back against me as my hands worked their way down across her belly, sides, and hips. 

She gasped loudly as my hand slipped down over her mound and between her thighs. She took a step to the side, spreading her legs and then came upon her toes with a loud groan as my fingers traced her slit down to her opening and back several times. 

"Ok, turn around," I said, moving my hands back to her waist.

She gave a little shiver and did as I asked. I washed her arms one at a time and then moved to her shoulders and worked my way down her back. By the time my hands reached her butt, she was leaning against me again, with her arms around me. I soaped my hands again and massaged her ass as much as washed it. When I drew a finger up the deep cleft between her cheeks she came back up on her toes and gasped loudly, as I touched her asshole. 

Grinning, I used a soapy fingertip too teasingly massaging the tight ring of muscles. Ever so often, I would press against it, letting my fingertip slip just inside before going back to massaging the area. Each time, she would give a deep shiver and press her ass back against the intruding finger. 

She was trembling by the time I said, "Okay, sit on the seat and let me get your legs."

She released me and moved to the end of the shower and took a seat. I knelt down in front of her and picked up her right foot and soaped it up, working my way upward along her leg to her knee. I did the same to the left but didn't stop at her knee; I continued on up to wash her thigh, all the way to her sex. 

As my fingers brushed her there, she squirmed and slid forward on the seat, trying to get my fingers to make firmer contact. I moved to the right thigh and washed it the same way. 

"You're done. You can rinse the soap off now," I said with a grin.

Rita looked at me with a lusty look and squirmed on the seat. "Uncle Rick, you're mean. I love you're washing me and all but damn, I'm so turned on right now...." She let the sentence trail off into silence. 

"That's the idea," I said still grinning. "Now, rinse the soap off."

With a groan, she stood up and moved under the water to get the soap off. "Make sure and rinse good, I'll be checking to see if you got it all." I told her. 

I rinsed off the shower seat and then got the soap to wash myself. When she finished rinsing, she started to open the shower door. "Hey, we're not finished; sit over on the seat while I finish washing off. You two girls got me all sticky and messy but I wouldn't have missed it for anything." 

Rita sat there and watched me as I washed my manhood and then on down along my thighs and legs to my feet. 

My manhood was only semi hard and Rita said with a chuckle, "This is the first time you haven't been hard, and standing up with me around, since mom left." 

She then reached out, wrapped her slim fingers around it, and gave a gentle squeeze. I washed my chest and arms as she slowly ran her hand up and down along my shaft as it slowly hardened. Her other hand moved to my balls and cupped them, lifting and gently rolling them around. 

I smiled down at her when I was through and asked, "Are you having fun?" She giggled and then nodded. "Ok then, let me rinse the soap off." She released my now ridged shaft and watched as I stepped under the water and rinsed off. 

I moved over in front of her and knelt down. She grinned as I said, "Now, I'll see if you got all the soap out of all those nooks and crannies. Lean back and relax, this will only take a moment." 

When she leaned back, I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and ran my tongue lightly over it. She took a gasping breath, her hands coming up to my head. I released the nipple and licked and nibbled at her breast and then across the valley to the other one. She gave out with a soft whimper from time to time as I did and then gasp loudly again as I sucked her other nipple between my lips. I could feel her hips squirming as I flicked the tip of my tongue against the hard bud of her nipple.

I lifted my head, holding a light suction on her breast until it gently popped out of my mouth. A shiver ran up her body and I grinned as I said, "Well, there's no soap on those."

As my head moved lower to lick and kiss her upper belly, she moaned loudly and slipped down on the seat more, her legs opening wider on either side of my legs. 

"Oh God, you're going to do it to me again," she whispered and then groaned loudly as my tongue licked at her belly button. When I lifted my head and started to sit back, she yelled, "No!" And pulled at my head, trying to pull me back down to her stomach.

I slowly let her move my head back down until I could lick lightly at her mound. She shivered and whispered, "Oh, yes!" When I did. 

As I licked down along her parted outer lips, I could see the inner ones unfolded and her clit standing up hard and proud. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up the center of her slit from her opening to bump gently over her clit. With a long drawn out moan, her hips bridged up higher and higher as I did. I cupped an ass cheek in each hand and lowered my head to stab my tongue sharply into her wet opening. She yelled and hunched against it as she exploded, her hips and legs trembling and jerking.

As her orgasm subsided, I lowered her gently back to the seat and sat back licking my lips. I'd have to wash my face again before I went to bed; I had her literally from ear to ear. I grinned at that thought and sat there on my heels looking at her, all sprawled out in the afterglow of her passion. 

When her eyes fluttered open I said softly, "You got all the soap but you need to rinse your sweet little pussy off, you got it all messy again."

She grinned up at me and giggled, "I think I had some help with that, Uncle Rick."

I grinned and nodded. "Yeah I know, I need to wash my face." She laughed at that and then looked up at my manhood as I stood up.

I stepped back under the water and was rinsing my face, when I felt her fingers wrap around my stiff manhood. The touch of her hot tongue to the head of my dick made me jerk. I got the water out of my eyes in time to see and feel her suck the soft spongy head into her mouth. I made a soft groaning sound and tried to move my hips back, but they didn't seem to be working right as her tongue fluttered madly over the sensitive head she was sucking on.

My knees were to the point of shaking when she lifted her head, literally popping me out of her mouth. She looked at it for a second, licking her lips and then she looked up at me. With a big grin, she said, "I had to check you for soap to, didn't I?" 

I nodded quickly as my voice didn't seem to be working either. Damn, I was falling apart.

She slowly stood up but she didn't release my dick. She ran her hand up and down its length for a moment and then asked, "Was I doing it right? I've only read about it in a book once and then I tried to do as the book said. I practiced a couple of time on a banana."

I blew out a noisy breath and said, "Either that was one damn good book or you inherited your moms natural talent. You were doing an excellent job believe me." 

She grinned up at me and started to bend over but I grabbed her shoulders. "Oh no you don't, you'll end up with a big surprise that that banana didn't have to give you."

She looked at me funny for a second and then I saw the light of understand click on. "Oh!" she said, her eyes getting wide. "You mean like earlier when you shot me in the booby."

"Yeah like that," I said. "Now rinse that hot little putty cat of yours and let's go get some sleep before you hurt this old man." 

She giggled and moved under the warm water to rinse herself off. 

*****

We were out of the shower and drying ourselves off, when Rita asked, "What do I do if you do shoot off in my mouth?" I must have had a shocked look on my face or something because she grinned and added, "You know I'm going to do it again, if I get the chance."

I nodded and then grinned. "Yeah, you're your mother's daughter after all. If it happens then you have a choice, swallow it, or spit it out. It's mostly protein and won't hurt you if you do swallow. Some women do and some women don't, it's their choice. I've always tried to give a warning, if at all possible."

She nodded and asked, "Does mom spit or swallow?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Little one, that's one of the first things you need to learn. If you want to know something that personal about someone, ask them. A gentleman doesn't talk about his lady friends; that is if he wants to keep them." I told her. "Now if women would just show us guys the same courtesy." 

She looked at me funny and I held up my hand. "Don't ask, you'll find out all about it believe me."

She yawned and I said, "Come on, its night, night time."

*****

I walked her into her room and put her to bed. She looked up at me and held up her arms. I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. She held on to my neck as I started to stand up. 

"Sleep in here or at least cuddle and hold me until I go to sleep. I promise to behave. Please." she pleaded softly.

I smiled and said, "Ok, I'll cuddle you for a bit and then I'm going in the other room." 

I lay down on the bed and had her turn on her side, so I could cuddle up behind her, spoon fashion. She wiggled back tight against me as I slipped my arm under her head. Her warm firm ass was pressed up against my slowly hardening manhood. I could feel it slipping in to nestle in the cleft between her cheeks. She wiggled and sighed deeply. I put my other arm around her and hugged her to me, my hand cupping her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

She made a soft sound of pleasure in her chest and whispered, "Thank you, Uncle Rick, this feels better than I even imagined it would."

I kissed her hair and whispered, "Sleep tight, little one."

*****

The sun lancing across my eyes through a crack in the blinds, is what woke me up. Rita had turned over at some point and now had her head nestled on my shoulder, facing me. Her right arm was across my chest, her firm breasts pressed to the side of my chest. Her right leg was between mine, her thigh warmly on top of my semi hard manhood. I could feel the heat of her sex pressed against my hip.

I sighed, moved my head slightly to get the sun ray out of my eyes, and remained motionless, just enjoying the feel of her warm young body against me. She reminded me of her mother so much, in so many ways, that it was scary at times. Looking at her sleeping face right now and the way she was snuggled up to and on me was one of those times. I sighed again softly.

*****

The next time I woke up, it was from a wonderful sexy dream. When my eyes opened, I found that the dream was true. Rita was sitting astraddle my hips, her hot wet sex rubbing slowly and steadily, up and down along the bottom of my hard manhood. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she had a hand on each of her breasts, massaging them gently. Her face had that slack, other world look of a woman lost in passion.

I watched her for a moment or two and then whispered, "And a good morning to you too."

Her eyes flew open and her hips gave a jerk. Then she moaned softly as her eyes squeezed back shut and her stomach muscles gave a couple of large spasms, causing her upper body to rock forward as she came in a warm flood over my shaft. I smiled as I reached out and ran my hands over her tight thighs and quivering hips. 

"That's a great way to start a day, isn't it?" I whispered with a chuckle.

She was grinning as she lay forward onto my chest and hugged me, her head cuddling against my chest. She gave a big sigh and nodded her head slowly. "Wonderful." she whispered softly.

We lay there for a while, I was beginning to think that she had gone back to sleep. Then she asked, "Do you want some coffee? I can go make it if you do."

"Little one, at my age coffee is the lifeblood of the morning. No coffee and the brain doesn't want to start. Of course, what you were doing works better but...." I let the sentence trail off.

She chuckled and said, "It sure relaxed me, I do know that. Now I know why mama's so happy some mornings and so grouchy on others."

I laughed and hugged her to me. "Little one, you are one smart cookie. Now, get your horny little ass off me, so I can go to the bathroom and clean up this mess you made." 

She giggled and lifted her head to kiss me lightly. "Okay, but I get to help, I'm just as messy."

I laughed and rolled us over until she was flat on her back. "Well, that's one mess that I like to clean up in my own special way," I said before I kissed her on the nose and scooted down to flick the tip of my tongue against first one swollen nipple and then the other. 

She arched her back and grabbed my head. "Oh, yes," she whimpered softly. 

As I sucked on a nipple, she moaned and whispered, "That ain't helping the mess any, Uncle Rick." 

I switched to the other nipple and she added, "You're just making it worse."

As I kissed my way down her stomach, I said, "I'm just hunting the source right now." I licked my way lower and as I tasted her sweet juices on her mound, I added, "I think I'm getting close."

I took a long slow lick along each swollen outer lip and looked up at her face. She took a long hissing breath that matched my licks perfectly. I used the tip of my tongue to flick the very end of her clit a couple of times. Her hips jerked and bucked as I did. 

My hands slipped under her ass and held her hips up as I whispered, "Oh, there's the problem. This little switch is stuck in the on position. I guess I need to turn it off." 

I flicked her clit again firmly and then swirled my tongue over it as she yelled and came with a rush. 

When her fingers tangled in my hair, tried to pull my head away from her clit, I let them. Then I proceeded to devour her from her tailbone to her slit and back again. Her little ass never quit bouncing and bucking the whole time. By the time I settled into a steady rhythm of licks from her ass to just below her clit, her hips had settled down enough to match me with a steady rocking, lifting motion.

When I paused to stab my tongue into her opening, she would whimper quietly and flutter her hips against the intruder. The first time I tried that with her anus, she gave a jerk and then groaned loudly as she worked her hips slowly against my mouth and tongue. I grinned as I teased and toyed with her asshole. 

Her mother could come just as hard from a dick in her ass as she could with one in her pussy. Her biggest fantasy was to get fucked both places at the same time by me and her husband. It would probably never happen but you never know.

My tongue made slow headway for a few moments and then the ring of muscles gave way as she relaxed and fucked back against the intruder. She moaned softly each time I pressed the tip of my tongue into her. I lifted my head slightly and stabbed my tongue deep into her sopping wet pussy. She groaned and lifted her hips higher. When I slipped a fingertip into her ass, she jerked her hips and yelled. Then she was grinding her ass deeper onto my finger and her sex harder against my probing tongue. 

A whining growl was growing louder in her chest. When my finger was as deep as it would go, I lifted my head and slipped my thumb into her open sex. My mouth came down on her clit as I started to move the digits slowly in and out of her two holes. The growl got louder and as I flicked her clit, it turned into a loud yell as her hips took up a fast fluttery motion, matching my tongue. There was a warm flood across my thumb as the yell got louder and her hands feebly tried to push my head away. 

I let her lift my head but I continued to slowly stroke her pussy and anus. The jerking and bucking of her hips slowed and then took up a rhythm to match my fingers. Rita had her eyes tightly shut and as her breathing slowed, they fluttered open and focused on my grinning face. 

"You're trying to kill me right?" She asked breathily.

I shook my head and replied, "Nope, I just showing you all the options that you have in life and that they are special with the right person, at the right time."

Rita smiled for a second and then her eyes slowly closed as a soft groan came to her lips. "Oh yes. I'm fixing to go boom again if you don't quit." 

Her hips were moving a little faster and I had matched her with my fingers. Now, I pressed my fingers forward and stopped moving them. 

"No!" she yelled as her hips moved even faster and stronger against my motionless fingers. When the low growl in her chest returned, her hip movement stumbled. 

I moved my hand, pulling the finger and thumb almost all the way out and then I jammed them back in sharply, several times. The fifth time I did, her hips rolled up to meet my hand and she yelled as she came again. I grinned as I marveled at the power and willingness of her young body. I rammed my hand forward and back a couple more times and then just held it tightly against her ass and sex. Her hips fluttered and jerked even harder as her orgasm rolled on and on. 

After a while her hips slowed and then stopped moving. I slipped the finger and thumb out of her and sucked on my thumb. Damn she tasted so sweet. "It looks like I didn't do much good in cleaning up that mess. In fact, I think I made it worse," I said as I moved up and softly kissed her on her parted lips. 

She giggled softly through her hard breathing and nodded.

With a grin I rolled over and got off the bed. I stood there looking down at the beautiful sight she made sprawled out as she was. I leaned over and brushed my lips over hers before I said, "I'm going to wash my face and then I'll make the coffee, I don't think you're in shape for it."

She chuckled and nodded slowly. Between deep breaths she said, "When I get a little energy, I'm going to try to go to the bathroom myself. God, I'm drained." 

I chuckled as I headed for the bathroom. 

*****

I had the coffee started and four slices of bread in the toaster by the time she came into the kitchen and put her arms around me from the back. She hugged me for a second and then said, "The coffee smell extra good this morning for some reason." 

When the toast popped up, she looked around me and laughed. "I hope that's for me, I'm starving."

"I wonder why?" I asked with a chuckle. "Yes, half of it is for you. Grab the butter and some jam, we'll have our breakfast out on the patio."

I put the toast on a plate and dropped four more slices of bread into the toaster. Rita buttered the bread as I poured two cups of coffee. I doctored the coffee and we headed out to the patio. 

At the door, Rita paused and asked, "We're going to eat out there naked?"

I laughed and asked back, "Why not? No one can see us from the road and there's no one behind the house, is there? You're mom and I have had coffee out here naked a lot of times."

She followed me outside as she laughed and replied, "It just feels weird, exciting, but weird. I like it." Then she laughed again.

We ate in silence as we enjoyed each others company and the cool morning, with its light gentle, caressing breeze. After a while I went inside to get the toast and to make up a carafe to bring the coffee out in. When I returned to the patio, Rita poured herself another cup of coffee and started spreading jam on the toast. 

"Uncle Rick, can I ask you a question?" 

"Sure, anything, you know that." I replied.

"What happens after this weekend? I mean, well, I'm not sure what I mean." She chuckled softly and went on, "Every time I see you, I'll think about this weekend and my panties are going to get soaked."




Wild Child Ch. 05



The late morning sun filtered through the curtains and a single gold bar of light fell across Faye's face. Grimacing, she opened one eye and looked beside her. Tristan lay asleep, tangled in the sheets, his right leg still hooked around hers. Smiling slightly, Faye reached out for the clock and squinted at the time. 10 a.m. on a Saturday. Plenty of time for a leisurely sleep-in. Yawning, she stretched her limbs and folded the covers back. 

A hand reached out and held her by the wrist.

"Where're you goin," Tristan mumbled, his head still in his pillow. Faye laughed and tried to pull her hand out of his grasp.

"To wash up? Where else?" 

Tristan retained his grip. Faye chortled and slid back in bed with him. She straddled his back and ran the fingers of her other hand down the muscle of his arm. 

"C'mon...I needa brush my teeth.." 

"Mmmnnngg," he answered, eyes still closed. 

Laying flat atop Tristan's back, Faye feathered her fingers down his naked torso, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, toying with the light hair that began at his belly button and disappeared into his shorts. A small smile formed on Tristan's mouth. 

"I thought you needed to brush your teeth," he murmured, relishing the feel of Faye's fingers slipping inside the top of his shorts. She made no reply but tucked her head into the nook of his shoulder and reached all the way into his pants. His hips instinctively bucked up and she cupped his balls in her hand. Tristan uttered a moan into his pillow and Faye bit into his shoulder, squeezing lightly and moving her hand up to palm his stiffening cock. She eased the slickness of his arousal into the skin of his hard shaft and massaged it slowly in her palm. 

"You're killing me," Tristan said in a clearer voice. He began to turn but as he did he loosened his grip on Faye's wrist and she leapt away lightly, laughing. Tristan arched his brows as he watched her. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and made a move for her when a phone rang.

"Oh, wait, it's mine," Faye chuckled. She reached for her handbag, which lay perched on the bedside table, and rummaged for her phone. Tristan came up behind her and circled her waist with his arms.

"Haha hold on, it might be important," she chided. "My bag is an abyss. It's impossible to find anything," She felt Tristan's hand move lower down her stomach and a low heat started between her legs. Her fingers made contact with her vibrating phone just as his fingers slid beneath her panties and found her soft flesh. He held her firmly against his body so that she couldn't move. His arousal was hot and firm against her lower back.

Opening her mouth on a soft moan as she felt Tristan's fingers rub her slickness over her pussy lips, Faye looked at the number of the person that was calling.

"That's strange, I don't know this number."

Tristan put his mouth to Faye's neck and pressed a lingering kiss to it. She frowned and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Faye."

Her eyes went wide with shock.

"..."

"Faye, it's me."

Tristan felt her stiffen and pulled his hand out of her panties. He looked at her.

"It's me. I've been looking for you, it's so hard to get hold of you,"

Faye's mouth tightened.

"Don't speak to me. I have nothing to do with you anymore. We're through."

"Please, I just need to see you, just let me talk to you,"

"No. Don't call me again."

Faye hung up, turned her phone off and threw it into her bag.

Tristan looked at her, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Who was it?"

Faye looked away from him and walked to the bathroom.

"Nobody."

The bathroom door closed and Tristan sat on the edge of his bed, smoothing his hair back with his hand, wondering what had just happened.

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Faye opened the door to her apartment listlessly. She needed time to think. She was starting work on Monday and this was really not a good time at all for the douche to make a reappearance in her life. Especially not when things were finally looking up, what with Tristan in her life now. 

Tristan. Faye closed the door behind her and removed her cardigan. Tristan, quiet but understanding, silent but strong. Tristan. The love she thought she would never find. His hands, always firm and comforting on hers, and his mouth -- Faye blinked away the thought when her doorbell rang. Frowning, she went to the door and looked through the peephole. There was nobody. 

Carefully, Faye opened the door just a fraction. A strong hand reached out and spread it open wider.

"Faye."

A tall man stood in her doorway. His eyes were dark and smouldering, but his mouth wore lines of worry.

"Get out!" She cried.

"No, just let me in, I need to talk to you," he pleaded, taking her hand in his.

Angrily, she snatched her hand away and tried to close her door.

"No! How did you find me! Leave me alone!"

"Lexington. Samuel Lexington. He's my friend,"

Faye gasped in shock. She pressed a hand against her intruder's chest and pushed him with all her might but he was stronger. He pushed the door open with his foot and entered the house. Faye stumbled back and eyed him warily.

"What do you want, Fabian." 

"I just realised what an idiot I was, I never should have cheated on you. I came here to see if you'd take me back, please," 

"Take you back. Take you back?" Faye's eyes flashed with anger. "You fucking slept with that bitch. For months behind my back. No way in hell am I taking you back. Besides, I don't want you back! I have someone now!"

"Someone?" Fabian frowned. "Someone? Who's someone?" 

"It's none of your business!"

"Well it is my business cos you're my girl!"

Faye spat in Fabian's face. He reeled back in shock.

"Not anymore I'm not." She hissed, opening the front door. "Now get out."

Fabian looked at her face, flushed and set in stone. 

"No." He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the spit off his face. "I'm not getting out till I make you mine."

His words sent a disturbing chill up Faye's bones. She looked at him guardedly as he walked nearer to her. He held her by her chin, turning her face this way and that, looking at her features.

"You look like you've been fucked lately. I could always tell. Your lips, so soft and bruised," he ran a thumb over her mouth and she struggled fiercely in his grip. "I'm gonna fuck you."

Faye flinched.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, that you're gonna leave that lowlife and come back with me." Fabian smiled suddenly, leaning down to press his lips against Faye's. She struggled and bit into his lip. 

He yelled with pain but did not release his grip. Anger flashed in his eyes and he dragged Faye to her bedroom. Faye tried to scream out the door but Fabian muffled her cries with his hands.

He threw her on her bed. Faye struggled up and tried to get further from him but he closed the distance between them quickly. 

"I'm-" he reached out and ripped her clothes off her body.

"Going-" her panties slipped down her thighs.

"To-" he lowered his pants and fit himself to the juncture of her legs.

"Fuck you." Faye screamed as loudly as she could. She felt the head of Fabian's cock pressing insistently at her entrance and she tried to close her legs but he was so forceful. He pushed past her resistance and entered her. 

"Get off! Get off me!" She screamed. Fabian reared up on his arms and flexed his hips urgently against Faye, ramming himself into her. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to rid herself of all sensation but she could feel him thrusting fiercely into her. The bed shook with his force.

"What the hell is going on!" A voice rang out in the doorway.

Faye's eyes flew open.

"TRISTAN," she gasped. He stood in the doorway, his eyes perplexed, his face drawn with deep shock. "Tristan it's not what it seems! He-"

Fabian looked over his shoulder and grinned.

"So you're the one who's been bedding my girl," he withdrew and pushed his cock deeper into Faye. "She's a feisty one isn't she," 

Tristan flinched. He looked at Faye.

"He forced me, please help me, I didn't want this," she cried in despair.

Tristan stood there, his jaw working for the longest time, and Fabian ignored his presence, thrusting harder and faster into Faye, his arms holding her down. Finally he uttered a guttural groan and came inside her. Smiling, he lifted himself off her body. 

Faye stumbled to her feet, clutching her covers to her naked body and went to Tristan's side.

"Please you have to believe me, it's not what it looks like," she clutched his arm pleadingly but he shifted her fingers away. 

Tristan looked down at her. Her face was streaked with tears, her naked shoulders trembling. In the light he could see cum dribbling out of her pussy.

"You can have her," he said to Fabian, who reclined on the bed.

He left the room and Faye tried to pull him back but he ignored her. She followed him to the front door, weeping quietly.

Before he left, Tristan turned and met Faye's gaze. His eyes were filled with sadness.

"I thought you'd changed." 

Before she could say anything, he'd left.

Dazed, Faye slid to the floor and wept into her hands.



Wild Child Ch. 05



I laughed and nodded. "I can understand that. Now, let me tell you a little secret; you're moms will be the same way. She's had her weekend and then a whole lot more. Plus several things you haven't experienced yet."

Rita sat there staring at me for a few moments and then she laughed. When she stopped laughing, she said, "Me and mom. Both of us with wet panties at the same time, for the same reason. God, just how outrageous is that. It's even more so because I'll know and she won't." 

I grinned and nodded as though I agreed with her. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. 

Rita munched a piece of toast for a while and then asked, "What have I missed out on experiencing? I can't think of much except maybe full intercourse and you said that you two had never done that."

I chuckled and replied, "There are a lot of little things about sex that happen that affect different people differently. A touch here or a lick there may not turn one person on, but another person will go through the roof from the same thing. It takes time to try everything and then a person's mood or sensitivity can change that from one time to the next." She nodded her head slowly as she thought over what I said.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of tires on the gravel of the driveway and said, "Inside, someone's coming down the driveway."

We scrambled into the house and headed for Rita's room. I grabbed my shorts and tried to remember where my tee shirt was. Rita grabbed her big tee shirt and slipped it on as I headed down the hall for my room and one of my own. 

"Hey, anyone here?" I heard Mary's voice ask from the back door.

I felt the tension drain away from me as I answered, "Yeah, we here." 

Rita trotted by my door as she headed towards the back door. She gave me a wink and a grin as she passed. I shook my head and followed her slowly, carrying my shirt.

*****

Mary and Rita were talking softly as I entered the kitchen. Mary looked up at me and smiled shyly, "Sorry Uncle Rick, I couldn't wait to see my pictures. I didn't mean to interrupt your breakfast. Anyway, I needed to talk to Rita."

I looked from her to Rita and back again before I said, "We were through eating." I paused and grinned at Rita before I went on. "We were relaxing and down to an after breakfast coffee and talking."

Mary glanced at Rita, who grinned back at her and asked, "Do you want some of what I had for breakfast?"

Mary looked at Rita, her eyes getting wider as she glanced over at my grinning face and then down to my shorts. Rita laughed for a second and then added, "I think there's more bread for toast and I know there's some jelly left."

Mary's eyes snapped back to Rita as she asked sharply, "You're teasing me, right?" 

Rita shook her head and laughed again. Suddenly, Mary giggled and shook her head. "Well, you can't blame a girl for dreaming now can you?" She sighed loudly and looked over at me as she added, "No thanks, I've already had a breakfast like that."

I laughed and said, "I'll get another cup for coffee, we were having ours naked out on the patio before we were interrupted."

"Yeah, talk about a mad scramble when you turned in the driveway," Rita said with a laugh. 

Mary put her arm around Rita's should and said, "Like I said, I'm sorry. I guess I should have called first but I've been wound up all night about those pictures and couldn't wait a second longer to see them. I promise to get out of your hair when I do. Please."

Rita laughed and looked at me. "We can finish our coffee while we look at them." Rita asked.

I grinned and shook my head. "Ok, you go get the stuff from the patio and I'll download them into the computer. The first one to spill coffee on me gets a spanking though."

Rita grinned and whispered, "Promises, promises." I had to laugh, she sounded so much like her mama.

*****

I headed for the office and the girls toward the patio. It only took a moment or two to get the pictures ready and they were by the time the girls brought my coffee and stuff in. Rita had ditched the tee shirt and Mary wore only a grin. "Well, I see you two made yourselves comfortable."

Rita sat the tray down on the table next to the desk and handed me my coffee. Mary giggled and said, "I didn't want to get my shorts any wetter than they already were."

"Yeah, right. Sounds like as good an excuse as you could think of to get your little ass naked around me again, is what I think." I replied with a chuckle. 

Mary giggled again as Rita laughed and said, "I think he know us to well but that's all right, we love him anyway."

I chuckled and replied, "You damn well better, I'm taking my life in my hands here, in more ways than one."

Both girls laughed and moved over to sit one on each of my knees. Their little branding iron asses weren't quite as bad as they had been last night but Mary's was quite a bit hotter than Rita's. I held my coffee in my left hand and reached out and keyed up the first picture, the one of Mary bent over, leaning on the arm of the couch.

"Hey girlfriend, that's a damn sexy picture and like I keep telling you, there's nothing wrong with your ass," Rita said with a grin.

Mary squirmed a little on my leg, the heat there going up a notch. I clicked to the second picture and then the third, where her legs were spread wider apart. Mary leaned forward and looked closely at it before she whispered, "I'm as wet as you were in that tree picture."

Rita chuckled and nodded. More to herself than us, Mary added in the same whisper, "I wonder what it would feel like to get licked in that position." A shiver ran up and down her body.

"It sure would be easy for someone to play with your little asshole, with you like that," Rita whispered back. Another shiver ran through Mary's body. "I bet my mom's vibrator would slip right in there, what do you think?"

Mary gave out with a soft groan as she wiggled her ass on my leg. "I think I'm going to go boom big time if you don't shut up," she whispered in a hissing voice.

Rita laughed and leaned over to hug her friend. "Okay, I won't tease you for now but you do have a good looking ass."

I clicked on the next picture and Mary giggled and said, "I'm really showing off the goodies in this one." 

This was the one of her sitting on the couch arm with her legs spread. In the next shot, she had raised her foot to the cushion of the couch, and lay back more. Her sex was even more on display. 

"Damn," Mary whispered softly. "I look raunchier than most of those girls in my dad's girly magazines. Talk about letting it all hang out. I know it was making me hotter than hell."

Rita laughed and said, "I didn't see anything hanging out except Uncle Rick's tongue."

Mary laughed and said, "Yeah, that was part of what was getting me so turned on. He kept licking his lips and I was wishing.... Well, you know what I was wishing. As it was, I ended up rubbing myself all the way home. I had to pull over one time, I was coming so hard. Those work pants were a mess, I had to wash them this morning before mom found them. My pajama's from last night also. Man, I must have come two dozen times before I finally fell asleep."

"Damn, all I did was to take a shower and go to bed," Rita said grinning at me.

I click off the last picture and Mary asked, "Is there a way you could put those on a disk for me. I sure would love to be able to look at them every once in a while. You don't have to worry about my mom finding them; she doesn't know a thing about computers and doesn't want to know."

"How about your brother?" I asked.

"He has his own computer and thinks mine is a piece of shit, so he leaves it alone. I'll put the disk up in a place he won't find it." Mary replied with a grin.

"Okay, hand me one of those disks over there." I told her. 

"Do you want any more coffee, Uncle Rick?" Rita asked as she stood up. "I know I've had more than enough."

I chuckled and replied, "No I don't think I need any more. You two sitting on my lap has me wire for sound right now as it is."

Rita took the coffee tray to the kitchen while Mary watched me copy the picture files over to a disk. When I finished, I handed her the disk. Taking the disk, she stepped over to me, sat down on my thigh, and put her arms around my neck. 

"Thanks, Uncle Rick," she said softly just before she planted one hell of a kiss on me. 

Rita was timid and unsure of herself in kissing; Mary on the other hand didn't seem to have that problem. She had been kissed before and knew how to kiss back. My arms almost automatically went around her narrow waist and back. What the heck, I figured and kissed her back as I would have any other woman. That was something of a mistake as I soon had a very horny young lady burning a hole in my thigh. 

Suddenly, there was an equally hot spot on my left thigh and I opened my eyes to see Rita grinning at me over Mary's shoulder. "I told you to be careful Uncle Rick or you'd end up being her older man," Rita said with a chuckle. "I dare you to touch her ass. If you do she'll explode into a million pieces or at least one giant orgasm."

Mary moaned softly into my mouth as Rita said that last and I found my hands sliding slowly down her back towards her ass. When I cupped an ass cheek in each hand, she moaned a little louder and rolled her hips back and forth. I came to my senses suddenly and broke the kiss. Mary made a whimpering whine and tried to kiss me again.

"Okay, that's enough. You're going to get us all in a lot of trouble if you don't behave," I said sharply.

"Rita's the one, she keeps talking about my asshole, and you know how much that turns me on. I've been on the edge of coming twice just from her talking about it," Mary said sharply. "Now someone's going to play with my ass or there's going to be hell to pay. Right now I don't care who or what it is." She reached down, grabbed my dick through my shorts, and gave it a hard squeeze as she said the word what.

"You can forget that young lady, it ain't happening. First of all, it wouldn't fit without a lot of foreplay and tender loving care. Secondly, it's not my place as I told you once before," I said looking into her eyes. 

She sighed deeply and nodded as she slowly released my manhood. "Yeah I know, my damn finger is a tight fit but it feels so good. Anyway, just the thought of that thing in there makes my heart race and my little pussy all tingly."

I felt Rita shiver on my other leg and I glanced at her. She smiled shyly and nodded her head. "Me too," she said shyly. "When she first said something about liking a finger in her ass, I thought she was crazy or something, but after last night in the shower, I understand what she means. It feels so good and it's so thrilling for some reason."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I looked from one girl to the other, my brain running around in tight circles and not getting anywhere. After a while, I said, "Look you two, we're getting into something here that we shouldn't. This started out as a little freedom for Rita, a chance to try her wings a little. Now you're involved, which I didn't plan on in any way, shape, or form. One of you I can handle but the two of you is too much. Three people in a situation like this, is hard enough when they are all experienced adults." I paused to gather my thoughts.

Mary slowly stood up and stepped back from me to lean against the desk. "I'm sorry; I seem to always jump in without thinking things through. I'll go get dressed and get out of here and leave you two alone," she whispered softly, her eyes on the floor.

Rita looked at her friend with a worried and concerned look on her face and then she glanced at me, I could see the confusion and the questions there as plain as day. She wanted me to help but didn't know how to ask or even what to ask. I wasn't sure myself but I had to try to keep a wedge from getting driven into their friendship.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Mary, where does your mom think you are and what time are you supposed to be home today?"

Mary glanced up at me and whispered, "I told her I was coming over here to visit with Rita. I really didn't say what time I'd be home. When I come over here on the weekends, I usually stay all day and sometime spend the night, although I call her when I spend the night. Why do you ask?"

"Rita, do you have another one of those big tee shirts?" I asked.

"Sure Uncle Rick, no young lady would be caught dead without at least a half dozen in her wardrobe." She replied.

"Good. Go get Mary one and find yours, we're going on a little trip," I said with a grin. "Mary, call your mom and see if it's all right for you to spend the night. Tell her that you're going out with Rita's family for a little graduation celebration."

Mary and Rita both grinned as they headed out of the office. I opened my computer bag to look up the phone number of a friend of mine, who had a small fishing cabin down on the river. I had to be totally nuts to even consider anything like this but as they say; if the shoe fits.



Wild Child Ch. 06



In less than thirty minutes, the three of us were headed out of town. I had made a stop at the market and bought supplies while the girls waited in the truck. I returned to find them wrestling around on the seat and giggling. I laughed as I put the stuff in the back of the truck. 

When I got in, I asked, "Ok, what have you two been up to?"

"Nothing Uncle Rick." Rita replied sweetly as Mary nodded sharply and giggled. "We were just messing around."

I started the truck and backed out of the parking space. As I pulled out onto the street I asked, "Then what was the wrestling all about?"

"She flashed me and then started to flash a guy in the parking lot. I grabbed her before she could and then you showed up," Rita whispered.

"I was joking around with her," Mary shot back. "I was just kidding."

"Uh huh," I said as I pulled into the Chicken Shack parking lot. 

I ordered a family pack to go and then sat back looking at the two of them. They looked at each other and out the window but not at me. I pulled up and paid for the chicken and then pulled up to wait for it.

By the time the kid in the window passed me the chicken, both girls were squirming around in the seat and nervous looking. I pulled out onto the road and headed south. 

"Ok now, what were you two up to? And this time, I want the whole story." They exchanged glances and then broke up giggling. "This aught to be good," I said more to myself than to them.

"I flashed her first, Uncle Rick. Then she flashed me back. That had us both laughing as we had seen each other naked already and wasn't all that thrilling, but funny all the same. Then we got to daring each other to flash people walking by. Well, this guy that Mary knows walked by and she got to talking to him. She told him that she was naked under her tee shirt and he told her to prove it. She got up on her knees like she was going to. I grabbed her before she could and he walked off laughing like it was a joke. She got mad and we were wrestling when you showed up," Rita said in a rush.

"I was pulling her leg, I wouldn't have done it, really I wouldn't," Mary said her eyes going wide before she dropped them to the floor.

"Uh huh," I said softly. After a moment or two, I went on, "Do you know how much trouble you could have caused if you had and someone saw you. My ass would be in a sling with everyone and you two would both be dead, when your parents found out."

"I'm sorry Uncle Rick, it won't happen again, I promise," Mary whispered. "I just figured, he'd pay more attention to me if I blew his mind; he'd think I was some kind of cool. Anyway, I wanted to get one up on Rita. I didn't really think beyond that."

"Uh huh. This is no contest; just remember that. Anyway, I seem to remember hearing that you flashed or was that streaked a boy's gym class," I said and then drove on in silence.

Mary's eyes flashed to Rita and I heard her mutter under her breath, "Big mouth." 

Rita grinned at her and shrugged.

*****

About the time we were on the highway out of town, Mary climbed across Rite's lap and kissed me on the cheek. "Ok, Uncle Rick, I'll behave." Suddenly, she let out a sharp yelp and attacked Rita. 

I noticed that Rita's hand was under Mary's tee shirt and trapped up near her breasts. Mary had Rita down flat on her back on the seat; both of their shirts were up around their waists. As they wrestled around, Mary lifted her ass up. With a grin, I goosed her in the ass. She yelled and jerked forward and to the side in surprise, ending up on the floor with Rita on top of her. Both of them were giggling their asses off.

Now Rita's ass was sticking up, so I figured what was good for one was good for the other, so I goosed her. She yelled but had nowhere to go as she struggled to get up out of the floor. My finger zeroed in on the tight pucker of her asshole, which made her yell again and wiggle her ass around. This just made the finger slip inside the tight ring of muscles. This brought a loud groan from her lips. 

Mary's legs were still up on the seat and as she tried to get Rita off of her, she spread them, placing one against the seat back for leverage. Her small sex was spread wide before my eyes and I couldn't resist; I flicked a fingertip against her large exposed clit. She jerked and sucked in a sharp breath. I flicked it again with the same response. 

I raised the finger and dipped it into Rita's wet opening, which brought a soft moan from her. I moved back to Mary's clit and gave it a flick. I alternated back and forth for a few moments as I drove down a straight stretch of road. Mary would give a short sharp gasp and Rita would moan softly. Then it got quiet and I realized that they were kissing each other. I thought that was interesting.

There was a turn coming up, so I turned my full attention to my driving. As I made the turn, Rita lifted her head and looked up at me, a big grin on her face. "You think you're something else, don't you?" She asked as she struggled to get up. 

I got the truck lined out on the new road and smacked her sharply on her raised bare ass. She gave a sharp yell. "I am something else." I replied with a chuckle.

She finally got a grip on the dash and pulled herself up to kneel on the seat. Mary was laying on the floor laughing as Rita rubbed her ass cheek. 

"That ain't funny," Rita said and reached down to pinch Mary's nipple. 

Mary batted her hand aside and said, "Quit, that's how we ended up on the floor to start with." Rita laughed and Mary joined in. 

I chuckled and shook my head. "I wonder what the people we passed on the road thought of your wrestling match." That brought a quick, sharp end to their laughing. 

"Oh shit," Rita whispered. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Me either," Mary added and struggle to get up on the seat. Rita gave her a hand. Once she was seated, she said to me, "Like you were helping us get up, right."

"More like, helping himself," Rita said with a chuckle.

"I didn't want it to be a boring drive." I replied with a chuckle of my own. 

"For who? Us or you?" Mary asked sharply. 

I laughed and replied, "Both." I paused a moment and then asked, "What was the kissing all about?"

The girls looked at each other for a second and then looked away. They didn't look at me and they didn't answer the question. I just grinned and let it go for the time being.

*****

Another ten minutes and I was driving down a narrow track across a pasture, towards an old fishing cabin nestled in the trees, not a hundred yards from the high bluff of the riverbank. As we pulled to a stop, I told the girls, "You can take the tee shirts off and run around naked all you want, there is no one down here but us, and the gates are locked."

Rita and Mary looked at each other for a second and then Rita asked with a grin, "Does that mean that you'll be naked too?"

I looked at her and Mary for a second and had to chuckle at their expectant expressions. "Well, I guess it does, doesn't it."

"Yahoo!" the girls yelled together and then laughed.

"Now, let me point out one thing, nothing has changed, I'm still the adult here and you two will have to behave. I know, the rocks in my head are rattling again. Fun will be fun, but I don't want things getting out of control. When I say enough, then enough is what I mean. Do you both understand what I'm saying?" I said with a stern expression. 

Mary and Rita looked at each other and then they both nodded. 

"Good. We are out here because it is private and it's a good place for me to let you run wild without the possibility of someone getting to nosey. Now, out of the truck and have fun. Just stay close to the cabin and away from the river for now. We'll check things out around here, in a bit."

The girls looked at each other and then scrambled out of the truck as tee shirts flew over their heads. I headed for the back of the truck and started to unload the food and drinks. For all their excitement on getting out of the truck, they hadn't left the shelter of the side of the cab and the door. 

I looked around that side of the truck and asked, "Is there a problem? I figured you two would be running around like a pair of wild Indians."

Mary replied softly, "It's so open here."

"Yeah." Rita added, "It's not like being naked in the truck or at home. I was excited yesterday when we were in the woods and this morning on the patio but this is different."

I grinned and nodded. "You don't know this place and yes it's open, but no one is around for a couple of miles. Trust me on this. Come on and help me unload this stuff into the cabin, once you look around a little, I think you'll like it here."

The girls moved back to the rear of the truck shyly. I handed them the sacks from the store and the chicken as I grabbed the ice chest. We headed for the cabin, with me bringing up the rear. I was enjoying the pair of rears in front of me as we made our way across the open area between the truck and the low fence around the cabin. 

Rita opened the gate and held it as Mary and I went through. As I passed by, Rita giggled and said, "I think Uncle Rick likes looking at our asses, Mary."

Mary stopped and looked questioningly back at Rita. She saw the direction Rita was looking and looked that way. I heard her giggle as she saw the bulge in the front of my shorts. I grinned as I sat the chest down and reached above the door for the key. I unlocked the door and stepped aside to let the girls pass into the glassed in porch. As they went by, I smacked each of them on the ass. 

Rita yelled and giggled. Mary yelled and asked, "What was that for?"

"No reason other than I wanted to," I answered with a chuckle. "And yes, I do enjoy looking at your asses. They are both beautiful and sexy."

I scooted the ice chest inside, got the key to the main door from its hiding place, and opened that door. I reached in and flipped the light switch and motioned for them to go on in. Rita turned a little sideways as she passed and then giggled as I frowned and lowered my hand. Mary watched me closely and then started through the door, her ass turned slightly towards me. I popped her on the butt. When I did she yelled and looked back over her shoulder with a big grin on her face. I filed that away for later.

*****

The cabin is small. The main room is the living room, dinning room, and kitchen, all in twenty by thirty five feet. The kitchen is separated from the living room/dinning room by a wide counter. Windows line the front wall and the wall facing onto the porch. There is a fireplace on the left wall and a door leading to the small single bedroom. 

We were putting things away when Mary asked, "Uh, Uncle Rick, where is the bathroom?"

"Through the bedroom door and to the left," I answered.

A while later, I heard her call to Rita, "Hey, come check this out." 

I was sitting on the couch as they returned to the living room. "There's only one bedroom and one bed," Mary said to me with a big grin. "Where are you going to sleep?"

I shrugged and replied, "There is the couch here in the living room."

"Oh no, you can sleep with us in the bed," Rita said.

I chuckled. "Who said I was sleeping on the couch?" I said stressing the word I. 

Both girls looked at me sharply for a moment and then they laughed. I chuckled again and said, "We'll figure out the sleeping arrangement when we have to. Right now, let's get out and have some fun.

The next thing I knew, I had two warm, wiggling, giggling, girls on top of me, trying to get my shirt and shorts off. I resisted for a moment and then allowed them to get the shirt off. 

The struggle for the shorts had us all on the floor and laughing hard. Rita was on my feet and legs pulling on the shorts as Mary tried to wrestle my hands off the waist band. Mary got one hand loose and laughed as she pulled it away. I pulled the wrist up and then out. Mary followed the arm up onto her knees and across my body; then she slipped and ended up sitting on my face. 

My tongue flicked out as if it had a mind of its own and took a lick right up the middle of her slit. She gave a sharp yell as a shiver and shudder ran up her body. Her ass jerked up and then slowly lowered back to where it was. I figured in for a penny, in for a pound, and took another lick. 

The tip of my tongue found the large nub of her clit and flicked it back and forth sharply. Mary groaned deeply as her hips fluttered in time with my tongue. Rita was still pulling my shorts down and had them down around my knees before she realized what was going on with Mary. 

I heard her whisper, "Oh shit." Then she giggled and I felt her hot wet mouth surrounding the head of my manhood. Her dancing tongue brought a groan to my lips in only a few seconds.

About the same time, Mary exploded all over my face. She slammed her little pussy down again, almost hard enough to break my nose. I grabbed her hips and held on, my tongue burying itself in her hot wet opening, feasting on the abundant flow coming from it. 

She was yelling, "Yes, yes, yes!" over and over again as she ground her sex tightly against my mouth. 

I finally had to lift her up so I could get a breath. When I did, I glanced down under her and saw Rita with both hands wrapped around my shaft as she sucked and licked at the head. I groaned at the sight, which made her glance up to lock eyes with me. She released me from her mouth and grinned. Mary leaned forward and blocked my view, breaking the spell.

I turned my head slightly and licked along the inside of Mary's thigh. She groaned softly and then giggled as she rose to her knees. Looking down at me, she grinned and whispered, "I think I got my licking, didn't I. I told you I would."

"I'm going to give you a licking all right. Right on that cute little ass of yours. You did that on purpose." 

Mary wiggled her ass from side to side as she continued to grin at me. "Promises, promises," she said.

When I raised my hand to swat her on the ass, she scrambled away and up onto the couch. "That's twice now, give me one more reason and I am going to spank you," I said in mock seriousness.

Rita giggled and asked, "Can I watch?"

I looked down at her; she still had both hands on my dick, and leaned over to lick the head with a soft fluttering of her tongue. "If you don't quit that, you're going to get your head blown off and then I'm going to spank you to. That is, if I live through it," I said with a smile.

She grinned and replied, "Getting my head blown off might not be so bad; at least I'd find out whether I'd spit or swallow." She paused to giggle. "But I'll pass on the spanking for now, okay. That's more along Mary's line. She told me once, that she almost had an orgasm when her dad spanked her."

"Shut up big mouth," Mary said sharply.

"Uh huh," I said, looking over at Mary. "In that case, I won't spank you; you'd enjoy it to much. I'll have to find another way of punishing you. Maybe I'll make you stand with your nose in the corner or something."

"I've got a place you can put her nose while you spank her. Then I can get my cookies and so can she," Rita said with a giggle as she sat up.

"Hey, don't be giving him any ideas now. I ain't no lesbo and you know it," Mary said, turning toward Rita. 

"I sure couldn't tell it from the way you two were kissing, earlier," I said teasingly.

"Oh Uncle Rick, that wasn't the first time we've kissed," Rita said shyly with a grin.

"Oh yeah," I replied.

Mary giggled and whispered, "How do you think we learned to kiss? We practiced on each other before we ever even dated a boy." 

"Is that all you practiced on each other?" I asked with a grin. Mary and Rita exchanged quick glances and Mary blushed deeply. "Oh, so there is more to this then?" 

Neither girl answered me so I said, "Well?"

"Oh Uncle Rick, it wasn't anything bad, it was just normal curiosity. We touched each other's clit and pussy, just to see if it felt any different from touch it ourselves," Rita said in a voice just above a whisper. She glanced at me and then at Mary before adding, "I did taste my finger once, just to see if she tasted different from me. I think she did too." 

"Rita!" Mary said sharply.

"I can't keep secrets from Uncle Rick," Rita said back. 

"Does she taste different?" I asked.

Rita giggled and replied, "I really couldn't tell." She looked at me a second and asked, "Can you tell the difference or a difference?"

I thought a moment and shrugged, "I really hadn't thought about it."

Mary's eyes locked onto my hard shaft and she licked her lips. "I would like to try a taste of that, though I've never done it before and...." 

She let the sentence trail off for a second as she glanced at Rita. "You seem to know how to do it. Is there something you haven't told me about?"

Rita chuckled and shook her head. "Nope, I just read about it in a book and practiced what it said on a banana." Rita glanced at me and grinned. "I did get a little practice on the real thing earlier." 

Mary moved off the couch and down by my hip. "That ain't no fair, you're always getting to do things that I don't." 

She reached out, wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and lifted it up. She ran her hand up and down along its length and then gave it a gentle squeeze as she glanced up at me. 

I chuckled and grinned at her. "Don't look at me, you were talking to Rita. I'm just going to lay here and be the practice dummy; that is if Rita wants to show you what she knows. Just remember, that thing is loaded and it's a hell of a lot more dangerous than a gun ever thought about being. It won't kill you but it sure as hell can screw up your life, if you're not careful."

Mary grinned and said, "Not if I keep it on this end of my body and out of my pussy. I'm a virgin and I plan to stay that way for a long time. I was stupid when I thought I could get what I wanted with my ex boyfriend by giving it up to him. I know better now." 

She paused a moment to giggle and added, "Of course, there is that thing about my ass that has nothing to do with my virginity anywhere else." She glanced over at Rita and grinned. "Okay girlfriend, show me what to do and I want to read that book as soon as we get the time. You have been holding out on me."

Rita grinned at her and leaned forward to lick the flare below the head of my dick. Her warm moist tongue gliding over the sensitive flesh felt so good that I groaned softly. 

"Let me try," Mary whispered.

"Lick it like you would a drippy ice cream cone," Rita whispered back. 

Mary took a shy jerky lick and Rita laughed. "Doing it like that, your ice cream will be running down your arm. Do it like this." Rita ran her tongue around and over the head in a long slow spiral. 

I groaned softly again and whispered, "Doing it that way is going to make a mess on the ceiling if you're not careful." She grinned and did it again. Again I groaned, only louder and longer this time.

"Now, you try it," Rita said to Mary.

Mary took a deep breath and slowly ran her tongue around the head and down under the flare. When I gave a soft groan, she grinned up at Rita and did it again, with more confidence. By the time she finished, my hips were quivering. 

"How was that?" She asked, grinning at me. 

I blew out a noise breath and muttered, "You're getting the hang of it."

Mary giggled and replied, "It ain't hanging; if anything, it's harder than ever."

She bent her head down to lick again and I stopped her with my hand against her forehead. "Whoa! Time out! Just a minute! Give me a minute or two or there really is going to be a mess," I said quickly. 

Both girls giggled and dove for my dick at the same time. I stopped Mary but Rita got in a lick or two before I twisted away. "Ok, enough!" I said sharply. More sharply than I meant to. Both girls moved back and looked at me with wide eyes. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 




Wild Child Ch. 06



The girl under him was soft enough, he supposed. Tristan flexed his hips against her. She moaned at all the right times. His cock was full with arousal. Arousal and perhaps, anger. He brushed away the thought and withdrew his flesh from the woman's, before slamming against her. She groaned. 

"Do you like to be fucked?" He said in a low voice.

"Yes," she answered breathlessly. "Yes,"

He pulled her legs tighter around him and slammed hard into her again. She writhed under him. 

"Hard?" 

She nodded wordlessly, her mouth opened in pleasure.

He rolled his hips against her, each movement rubbing her clit against his bottomed-out cock.

"You like to cheat on your lover by fucking someone else?" 

The woman's eyes opened in confusion. 

"Uh..."

"Is that what you like?" Tristan repeated. He pushed the woman's hips up and pressed his face into her. She groaned and arched her back, ignoring his question under his expert tongue. He lashed her wet folds with his tongue, dipping inside her and eating her out with deep pleasure. She squirmed under his mouth. When he felt the beginnings of an orgasm start in her, Tristan pulled back and plunged his cock into her. She arched harder against him and he pounded them both to completion. 

With deep disdain, he got dressed.

"I don't have a lover," the woman said. He looked at her with no interest. 

"I'm not cheating on anyone," she continued. 

Arching a brow, Tristan picked up his jacket and left her house.

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Faye sat with her legs up on her bed. 

Steph entered with a tray of cookies and orange juice.

"Faye, honey you have to eat sometime you know." She sighed, sitting beside her friend.

Faye looked away.

"Faye, it will be alright. Do you want to file a report against-"

"No," Faye said. "No, I want to forget about it."

Steph looked at her worriedly. "Well, I'm asking my bouncer friend to make sure he doesn't come here again," she offered.

Faye sat, unmoving.

"Dear, you know Tristan will come round soon," Steph said gently. Faye flinched. "He'll realize that it wasn't what he thought it was, and he'll come round," Faye looked at her. She shrugged.

"Well. You can't stay home all day. Let's go to the library, at least, you should return that Gatsby book you borrowed weeks ago. It's probably way overdue." 

Faye let Steph bustle her about the house, gathering things and books for their little trip to the library. 

She felt nothing. 

She hadn't felt nothing in years.

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There weren't many people in the library. But then, there never are. So when the bell tinkled and a tall man walked in with a young lady, Faye wasn't surprised to see that it was Tristan. Steph gasped.

"Uh, ma'am these books are for return," she said hurriedly to the librarian, chucking her books at her. 

Faye eyed the couple. Her face remained as set in stone as ever. 

Tristan made no indication that he had recognized her. He drew the female closer to him.

Steph battled within herself. Taking a look at her friend, then at the stony-faced Tristan, she pressed past the shelves and tackled Tristan to a corner.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" She hissed.

Tristan looked at her expressionlessly.

"She didn't cheat on you, you dimwit! She was fucking raped!"

A muscle moved in his jaw.

"Stop being an ass! What's with all these women! You're turning into Faye before you! Before she met you!"

Tristan leaned in to speak in Steph's ear.

"Well, I must say there are some merits to it."

He turned and walked back to his companion.

Steph bristled.

"YOU ASSHOLE."

The librarian hushed her fiercely.

Tristan walked to the exit with the perplexed female he was with. Before he left he turned and looked at Faye. She did not look at him.

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The hand moving down the front of his chest was small and leanly-fingered. Absently, Tristan took a chip from the bowl on the table and ate it. The crunch was loud in his quiet apartment. Kitty sat in the corner, eyeing her owner with churlish disapproval. The new girl smelt odd, clung to her owner way too much for comfort, and worst of all, didn't like dogs. She could tell. Kitty could always tell. Grunting harshly she curled up in her bed, with her neat rump to them and went to sleep.

The girl was insistent. 

"Somebody's happy," she purred, her long limbs tangled around Tristan's body from where she sat behind him on the couch. He shrugged noncommittally from his perch on the floor. Another chip followed the first. Idly, he flipped through channels on the TV. Her hand dipped past the waistband of his pants. 

She was trying, nobody could say she wasn't. This man, he was prize male. He smelt of money, and handsome aloofness. No girl could resist a moneyed, good-looking man who didn't really want her. She increased her efforts, walking her fingers past the beginnings of hair down Tristan's abdomen, to where he lay nestled in his briefs, snug and asleep. She drew the tips of her fingers over the bump in the cotton. Tristan chewed quietly. Undeterred, she spread her hand over the warm surface of his balls below, and massaged firmly. Tristan cleared his throat. The girl stroked her fingers up again, feeling the outline of him solidify under her coaxing touch. 

"Mmm," she cooed, tracing the plump head of his cock through the fabric of his briefs. Tristan turned his head and looked at her. She smiled at him encouragingly, but he did not break a smile. He turned his gaze back to the TV and she hid her frustration. Brusquely, she eyed the channel he had landed on. "This show is crap," she muttered. "Seriously, That 70s Show? Even I don't watch that junk." 

She was startled when she felt him tense beneath her. 

After a taut silence, he stood up. 

Anxiously, the girl curled her limbs up and wondered if she had said something wrong.

His eyes were expressionless as ever as he knelt and picked her up, slinging her over his back in a fireman's lift. She squealed, and the sound stirred Kitty, who tottered after Tristan as he made his way to his bedroom. To her deep displeasure, Tristan closed the door in the pug's face.

She didn't know what was going on, but this was good. Tristan stripped off his shirt lazily, and she watched with rising anticipation, greedily eyeing the taut lines of his body, the low rise of his pants on his hips, the sculpted muscle leading to the faint arrow of hair that disappeared into his briefs. He met her eyes with the closest to a smile that she had seen so far, and after shucking his pants and underwear in one motion, put a knee on the bed and hoisted himself over her.

She swallowed slightly and looked down. It rose in an almost-graceful arc, pressing against his belly, full and plump-crowned. He knew where she was looking and he dipped his head into the curve of her neck, his mouth tracing a delicious path on her skin. She shuddered against him as he reached back and pulled the sheath of her dress over her head. His eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her, one strap of her bra fallen over her shoulder, her panties snug against what was surely moistening flesh. He pulled the lowered strap down so that the pale flesh of her breast was exposed to him. A faint blush feathered her cheeks. He noted it with absent surprise as he kissed the underside of her breast, firm and curved, and watched her nipple tighten. He put out his tongue and licked it. She almost whimpered. With his right hand, Tristan felt the skin of her thigh. It was smooth and pliant, and when he skirted the front of her panties with his hand she bucked involuntarily up toward him. He followed the rise of her movement, denying her the contact she sought. She clicked her tongue slightly in frustration, and he silenced her with a kiss. 

She wasn't expecting his kiss, and the sweet musk of his lips, his tongue delving into her mouth was unexpectedly pleasing. She curved up into his kiss, finding herself wanting more. Tristan noted the breathlessness in her kiss and gave in, sliding his fingers snug over the front of her panties, stroking her through the fabric. She breathed heavily, savouring the touch of his hand on her, still teasing her with his light strokes through her panties, cupping her sex with his hand and stroking the swell of her clit with his thumb. She realised her eyes were half-closed with arousal and she opened them, looking up into his eyes. What odd eyes he had. They never seemed happy. Wordlessly, she reached down, running her hand over his naked form, his strong chest and taut abdomen, and clasped the rigid, warm shaft that grew from between his legs. He jerked slightly against her, and she was pleased to know that he did have a weakness, after all. Encouraged, she slid a finger over the moisture of his cock and stroked him slowly. 

Tristan found himself flexing his hips into the girl's grip. He stilled, fighting to regain full control, and swiftly pushed his hands past the barrier of her panties, flexing his fingers through the top of the fabric. He felt her soft, moist lips part for him, and she moaned softly, her eyes closing again, and he coaxed the pleasure from her, strong, even fingers in her slick wetness. She looked almost delectable, he found himself thinking, and brushed the thought away as quickly as it came. She was lost in sensation, her body lithe and undulating under his touch. He slipped a finger into her and she shuddered. He slid in another and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She looked like she was about to come any minute. Pursing his lips, Tristan drew back and removed her panties in one swift motion. He sheathed his cock with a condom and before she could gather her senses about her, aligned his hips with hers and thrust heavily into her.

She shuddered under him, feeling that exquisite pleasure-pain of a thick, warm cock first penetrating her flesh, and he gave her no time to recover, tipping her up against the pillows and thrusting into her. Pleasure flooded her senses and she clutched at him tightly. He thrust unyieldingly into her, knowing nothing but the warm, slick clasp of her flesh on his, and she gave in to his fierce lunges. 

When she came, she arched against him, writhing in almost-agony, her legs stretched in a vee around his body. She could feel his cock jerking inside her as he followed, his face etched from his orgasm, and feel his balls clenching against her.

Tristan lifted himself off her, disposed of the condom, and went back outside to the living room, as if he had done nothing more than have a cup of tea.

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"Are you going to work, today, Faye?" Steph asked from the kitchen. Faye shrugged.

"I guess," she murmured.

"You guess?" Steph balked, emerging with lunch. 

"You haven't been in days! Aren't you worried you might get sacked? And you just got this job, Faye!"

Faye looked at her lunch with distaste.

"Yeah.. I'm going..." she said. "In fact I'm going now, I don't have any appetite." She stood up, took her bag and left through the front door.

Steph hurried to the gate.

"Be back soon as you're done!" She called, just glimpsing Faye's wan figure disappear round the corner. She sighed. "Like her mother more than her sister nowadays," she muttered. She looked into her empty house. "Maybe I should get a cat," she mused.

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"Miss Clearwater, we have strict rules in this organisation," Samuel Lexington intoned. He had his back to Faye. She eyed the potted plants idly. 

"Disappearing for days with no notice, and turning up late suddenly, that is not to be tolerated," he continued sternly, turning round and looking at her. Faye remained still. He studied her for a long time. 

"I will let this pass this once. Don't let it happen again." Faye nodded and turned to exit the office. As she opened the door he added, "If it were not for Tristan I would never let such misconduct arise in the first place. Be grateful, Miss Clearwater."

Faye stilled in her tracks. She turned and looked at her employer. He was surprised by the look in her eye.

"Tristan? You hired me because of Tristan?" Her voice was low and quiet, but the menace in it was foreign to Samuel. 

Before he could answer, she left the room.

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The king knocked his sceptre on the side of his throne. Once, twice, thrice. What the – The girl woke up from her dream to a loud banging on the door. She looked up blearily from her place on the fold-out sofa-bed. Kitty was scrabbling at the door with her paws. Frowning, the girl looked in the direction of Tristan's room. The door was firmly closed. She shooed Kitty away and peered through the keyhole. There was a woman outside, with short hair and fierce eyes. What the hell? 

She opened the door a slight notch.

"Who are-"

Faye pushed the door wide open and walked past her into the apartment. Kitty barked, a short, happy bark, and followed close at her heels.

"Hey man! Who the hell are you?" the girl demanded to know.

Faye barely acknowledged her presence. She walked straight to Tristan's room and opened the door.

"You ass!" She screamed. He was asleep on his bed, and woke slowly. Faye climbed onto the bed and hit him with a pillow. "You lying, snivelling prick!"

He was shocked to see her, but had no idea what she was talking about. Her face was flushed red from anger, and she bristled in her work-clothes. 

"Mind giving me some idea of why you're throwing an incomprehensible fit in my bedroom?" He said, sitting up with some difficulty.

"SAMUEL." He blinked.

"SAMUEL LEXINGTON, YOU BIG FUCK." He blinked again, and noticed the girl standing behind Faye in the doorway, watching the curious scene unfold with bewildered eyes.

"Gayle. Please leave us," he motioned with a hand.

turned and looked at the girl properly for the first time.

"Gayle? Seriously? You're fucking some girl named Gayle?" She spat. "How old is she, nineteen??"

Gayle frowned and retreated to the living room. Kitty watched her go with satisfaction. 

"She's a stranger," Tristan said quietly. "She's not exactly someone I once loved."

Faye looked at him in disbelief.

"Seriously?" Her shoulders, tense with anger before, now sagged. "I don't want to do this anymore." She spun on her heel to leave in a huff, but Tristan bolted from his bed and took her wrist.

She struggled against him but he held fast. Emotion welled in him for the first time in days and he took her face and kissed her.

Spluttering, Faye withdrew from Tristan's embrace.

"Let me go!" She screamed. 

"No," he answered. He drew her close with his other arm, steeling himself against her struggling.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight," he continued. She still thrashed in his grip. "I couldn't handle seeing that, I ..I didn't know how.. I don't know how," he added, pulling her closer in his arms. She began to still, her face pressed against his bare shoulder, her anger morphing into pain. He held her as she wept, and Kitty tottered out of the room. She paced past Gayle, who stood in the living room, listening to the two of them.

Her face unreadable, Gayle left the apartment quietly.

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The words were many, and the emotions as well, but after an hour of talking they had managed to come to peace with each other. 

Faye lay against Tristan in his bed. His arm was around her, as it had used to be.

"So I guess I'm jobless again," she said, playing with the fingers of his hand. Tristan smiled. "Well, that just gives us more time together," he answered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry I got Samuel to give you a place in his firm. I thought it was what you wanted." 

Faye frowned. She tilted her head up at him.

"Noooo, what I want is to know that I've earned my own employment," she socked him in his pectorals. He faked pain and she relented, rubbing his skin gently. "Not cos my partner is some loaded dude in high places." 

Tristan laughed. "Partner, eh," 

"Well, for now, you're still on probation, Mister." She squinted her eyes at him. 

Tristan laughed and took her hand in his. Her eyes softened when he gazed at her. He didn't think he would miss her this much. Touching the line of her jaw with his hand, he tipped her chin to his and kissed her. 

She broke the kiss.

"Nuh-uh, I'm not taking leftovers of some young punk girl named Gayle," she huffed. Tristan tried to hide his smile. 

"You're not, she can't compare to you," he said in her ear. Reaching for her right hand, he drew it under the covers, guiding it to him. Her fingers clasped on his hardness. "She can't do to me what you do." 

Faye laughed. 

"I'll think about it," she murmured. 

Tristan flipped her over, and she smiled against him as he pressed his naked body against hers, still fully clothed.

"I can make it up to you," he said. She looked into his serious eyes, a hint of playfulness in their corners. She feigned ignorance and looked at the ceiling. 

Tristan skirted the collar of Faye's shirt, slipping his hand inside. He reached past her thin bra and palmed her breast, plumping the gentle mounds in his hands. Faye swallowed a gasp. He reached down, fiddling with the button on her pants. The sound of her zip being lowered was loud in the heated silence. He pulled at her slacks, and she yielded to him. Soon she wore nothing but satin panties. 

"I still won't take some girl's leftovers," she muttered. "Some girl named Gayle. I still can't get over the name sounding like mine," 

Tristan smiled and raised himself higher over her body to whisper in her ear.

"There was one thing I didn't give her," he said. Faye listened. "I didn't eat her out," She bit her lip.

He held her gaze as he returned to his position between her thighs, her soft thighs on either side of his face. He propped them up on his shoulders, and felt a faint shudder ripple through her. With something akin to shock he realized that she had probably remained chaste while they were apart. Shame filled him and he pressed an apologetic kiss on her inner thigh. 

Faye looked down at the delightful spectacle that was Tristan between her legs. She breathed heavily in excitement, but tried her best to curb any signs of it. When she felt him press an open-mouthed kiss on the satin of her panties she couldn't help flexing her hips against him. He looked at her, dragging his tongue lazily across her slit. The barrier of the satin prevented maximum sensation but the satin was getting wet. Her senses melted into each other as he swirled his tongue over the apex of her thighs. 

Tristan watched for the right time, and when he saw Faye's eyes drift closed, he pulled her panties aside with one finger and looked at her. Her plump, wet lips, swollen with arousal, met his hungry gaze. He pressed his mouth to her and licked through her slit. She shuddered against his face, her hands reaching down to clasp his head to her. With her thighs clamped around him and his mouth open on her wet pussy, she was all he knew, all he felt, smelt and tasted. Her spiced, familiar musk filled his senses and his eyes drooped with deepening arousal. He ground his stiff cock into the bed. Shifting his head, he licked at her, tracing the shape of her clit with his tongue, laving the sweet juices from her center. Faye bucked unevenly against him. She was lost in sensation, knowing nothing but the wet pleasure of his tongue against her, swirling against her, insistent on her, his lips closing around her entire sex, his low moans against her as he breathed her in, ate her out. She felt fuzzy with the sheer decadence of it all. 

Tristan's face was smeared with Faye's arousal. He pulled back slightly and licked the sides of his mouth clean, savouring the taste of her that he had so missed. She opened her eyes and looked at him. They were dark with arousal and he found himself snug against her, his cock between the lips of her pussy, wet from his mouth and from her desire, and he thrust against her, watching the arch of his cock slip over her, not entering but slipping over her slick surface. She kept her eyes on him as she reached down and fit him to her. He said nothing. She angled him properly and flexed her hips up. He slid into her depths and she groaned, clutching at his arms. 




Wild Child Ch. 06



A sudden fierce lust spread in his extremities and Tristan began pushing into her. He fed his cock all the way into her, to the hilt, till he felt his balls tight between their slick bodies. She shuddered under him and he watched her face, feeling ashamed again that he could have doubted her. He blinked away the emotion and picked her up with his arms so that they were sitting upright together, his body still impaling hers. She followed his lead, crossing her legs behind him. She let out a small cry at how deep he was, and he eased out of her and flexed his hips, fucking her. Fucking her truly and properly, after so long. Faye slipped a stray curl behind her ear, riding him as he rose to meet her. Their bodies moved in unison, growing slicker with each thrust. He dipped his head to her shoulder and his eyes lost focus as he held the small of her back tightly against him and shoved into her insistently. She flailed against the force of his thrusts and he pressed her back into the bed, lifting his hips and driving his cock into her. She gasped under him, their passion meeting and fusing as their bodies met and fused, over and over, him into her, her into him until all they knew was sweet sensation, until she felt him tremble in her arms, losing himself to her, and she opened up and took him, and the room was silent as it witnessed their love, and the damp satisfaction that they found in each other was more than they could bear, as they curled up with each other afterward, knowing that from then on, it would never be the same again, because they had gone past mere romance and the niceties of sex, because they had fallen apart and back together, and this time they were set to stay.

Outside, Kitty grunted in her sleep.



Wild Child Ch. 06



"This is what I meant about staying in control and enough being enough. Either one of you could and would be the death of me, but the both of you together, is pure suicide. I think I need to concede defeat, pack us back up, and head for home."

"No," Both girls yelled at the same time and then they were both talking at once.

I sat up, turned around to lean back against the couch, and then raised both my hands for quiet. I sat there a moment, looking from one to the other and back again. Neither of them said a word but I could see the pleading in their eyes as plain as day. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 

"Ok, we'll stay," I said and then held my hands up again as they both started talking. 

When they were quiet, I went on, "Either one of you alone is temptation enough but the two of you...." I let the sentence die as I thought about what I wanted to say. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm only human and a dirty old man to boot. If I'm not careful, I could lose control and do what I really want to do and that's to have my way with one or both of you. I don't want that to happen, lose control that is." 

I took another deep breath and went on, "We need to take this slow and carefully. You both have things you want to try or to at least experiment with and I want you to do just that. I just want to make sure that no one is hurt in the process. Do you both understand what I'm trying to say?"

They looked at each other for a second and then Mary nodded. Rita smiled shyly and looked at me as she said, "Yes Uncle Rick, we understand. I hadn't even thought of all this from your side."

Mary looked at me for a second and then said, "I hadn't either. I guess it's hard on you." Then her eyes dropped to my semi hard manhood and she giggled. "Well, not right this minute but you know what I mean."

I chuckled and nodded, "I know what you're trying to say." I reached out, patted her thigh, and then caressed Rita's leg. 

"That's something you both need to learn. To try and look at everything from both persons view points, and I'm not just talking about sex, but almost everything in life. It will save you a bunch of trouble and heartache in the end, if you do."

Rita got up to her knees, came over beside me, and kissed me sweetly on the lips. "Thank you, Uncle Rick. I know I've said it before but this time I really mean it. Before, I didn't understand what you were going through and just how much you were giving up for me." She kissed me again and then hugged my neck.

Mary moved over to kneel on my other side and kissed me on the cheek. "I think I need to thank you also," she said. "You didn't have to bring me along and have all these problems, but you did and I'm very grateful for that."

I laughed and shook my head. "I would have had problems even if you weren't here. In fact, I'd probably have worse problems than I have now. With you around, I have a better reminder of what I'm supposed to be doing and a check on what I want to do."

Mary grinned at me and then said to Rita, "See, I'm a good influence on him and keeping you from losing your virginity."

"What virginity?" Rita whispered and then grinned back at Mary. Mary's mouth dropped open and her eyes got wide. Rita laughed and added, "I lost it to my mom's vibrator by accident; I got a little carried away."

Mary's mouth finally closed and then opened again. On the second try she got out a loud, "What?" 

Rita laughed again and leaned across me to kiss Mary on the cheek. "A vibrator; you know, the one my mom keeps under her side of the bed. I showed it to you, remember."

"No, not that, the accident part. How did you do something like that by accident?" Mary asked heatedly.

"It wasn't all that hard," Rita said with a laugh. "I got to playing with it and the next thing I knew, it was stuffed almost all the way in, and I had been coming like crazy for hours." 

Now there was a look of awe on Mary's face, as she asked, "Didn't it hurt or something?"

Rita grinned and shook her head. "Not that I noticed at the time. There was a little spot of blood on the sheet the next morning and there was a burning sting when I took a bath, but that's all I remember. Like I said, I had been having one orgasm after the other, just rubbing it on and around my clit and then I rubbed around the opening. It was like an electrical shock from the vibrations, so I pushed it in a little ways. That's when I lost it completely in the biggest orgasm of them all. Like they say, after that, it was all over but the shouting or rather the screaming. I'm glad mom and dad were gone or I would have been dead meat."

Mary just stared at Rita. After a long silence from all of us, Mary finally asked quietly, "When did this happen and when were you going to tell me about it?"

"It happened a few months ago and I hadn't found the right time or place to tell you about it." Rita replied.

"Shit girlfriend, we've been together a lot and had all the opportunities in the world to talk." Mary shot back at her.

Rita looked down at the floor and sank down to sit on her heels. "Yeah, I know." She sighed deeply and went on. "I just wasn't sure how you would react and I was a little scared to tell anyone, even you. Uncle Rick was the first person I told and that was only because, I thought he needed to know. I wanted to make sure he understood what had happened in case there was a problem and mom found out about us and our time together."

"Holy shit! I hadn't even thought about that," Mary said. 

"There's no way for you to prove that you didn't have sex with her, is there." Mary said, looking at me. 

I shook my head and replied, "Nope. It's just another reason I'll probably be dead before long, if anyone ever finds out about this."

Mary looked back and forth between us for a second and then a big grin covered her face. "Hell, you might as well, go ahead and do it. You're both going to die for it anyway, if your mom ever finds out. I know I sure would, under the same circumstances."

"Nope, we've or rather I've already decided against it," I said, with a look over at Rita. 

She nodded her head. "Yeah, we have," she said, emphasizing the word we. "We could but it wouldn't be right. Mom never has, so I can't."

"Huh?" Mary said.

"Just take our word for it," I said to Mary. "It was decided from the first and agreed on by both of us."

"No, no, the thing about her mom," Mary said. "Her mom never has what?" She asked hurriedly.

"Never had sex with me," I answered truthfully. Well, mostly, anyway.

"Oh," Mary said and looked over at Rita.

Before she could ask any more questions, I said, "Why don't we go have a look around, like we started to a while ago?"

Rita grinned at me and said, "That sounds like a good idea."



Wild Child Ch. 07



The trail leading down to the river is steep and winding but has steps carved into the hard clay and rock. It ends on a very large flat topped boulder about ten feet above the water. I had led the way down and had paused at the edge of the brush line just above the boulder to look around before we came out into the open. We were all three naked except for towels over our shoulders.

The river is well over a hundred yards wide here and has a slow lazy looking current. Mary looked down over the edge and commented, "The water sure is clear, I can see the bottom."

I chuckled and replied, "I should hope so, it's only about knee deep on this side. The main channel is on the other side. If we want to swim instead of wade, we need to follow the bank down stream a little ways to where a creek feeds in. There's a pool about six to ten feet deep at its mouth. You both can swim, right?"

Rita grinned and nodded, "I swim like a fish and Mary can dog paddle enough to keep her head above water."

I looked at Mary for a moment and then said, "Well, I guess that'll have to do but you be careful and stay away from the current. It's not very strong but if you don't swim well it could carry you a ways down stream before you could get out of it. We're not exactly dressed for cross country hikes."

"Yes, sir." She replied and then added, "I swim good enough underwater to stay out of trouble, I just have a problem with the floating part. I sink like a rock."

"Yeah, it's all that lead in her ass," Rita chipped in and then laughed as she smacked her girlfriend solidly on the ass.

"Hey, at least I've got an ass," Mary shot back and danced around, trying to return the slap.

Rita moved away laughing and said, "I can't help it if I got the tits and you got the ass."

"Yeah, between you, you'd make a pretty decent woman, if you mixed the parts right," I said with a grin. That got me a slap on the ass from Mary as they ganged up on me, protesting all the way.

With a laugh, I danced away, and headed off down another trail along the river back. "Okay, okay, I take it back. You're both beautiful in your own ways. Come on, let's go get wet."

This trail was flatter than the first and screened from the river by small trees and bushes. At the end of it, there was a steep section down to a small sand beach at the mouth of the creek. Large willow trees and oaks overhung the water on three sides but there was a large open section out toward the river. A rope swing hung from a large willow limb above the deepest part of the wide pool. 

I went on down the steep incline but the girls paused to look around. I hung up my towel on a tree limb and waded into the cool water of the pool. Two steps and it was above my waist. A sound from up river caught my attention and I grinned as I recognized it as an outboard motor. This should be fun, I thought as I turned to watch the girls.

They were talking quietly and didn't seem to hear the motor or at least it wasn't registering. I waited, as the sound got louder and louder. Finally, I called to them, "Are you two paying attention? That sound you hear is an outboard motor and it's probably attached to a boat loaded with at least a couple of fishermen. Now, you might not realize it, but you're both stark ass naked and you'll probably cause those poor guys to have an accident, if you continue to stand where you are."

Both girls just looked at me for a second and then Rita said, "Oh shit, what should we do?"

I laughed and answered, "Either hide in the bushes or get down here in the water. I'd just decide and do it quickly if I was you, they'll go by here any minute now."

Mary started down the hill and Rita started back up the trail. Then they both reversed directions and nearly ran into each other; it was a Chinese fire drill for a few seconds before they both headed up the trail and squatted down behind some bushes. I was laughing my ass off and they were staring daggers at me. I had a feeling that I would end up paying for the laughter but what the hell, I had to have a little fun, didn't I.

As the boat passed, I waved at the man and woman in it, and they waved back. As they motored around the bend below the creek, I turned to the girls and grinned. "Okay, you can come on down, if you want to. I think it's safe now."

Mary stood up first and said, "You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Yeah!" Rita added as she stood up. "You could have warned us earlier."

I chuckled and replied, "Just think of it as a lesson in paying attention to your surroundings when you're out and about naked. You have to look and listen, or you'll end up flashing people that you might not want to. The guy in the boat probably wouldn't have minded a bit, but his wife wouldn't have appreciated it in the least."

They had walked down the hill as I talked and were hanging their towels next to mine. Mary turned to Rita and said, "He thinks he's so smart."

Rita giggled and replied, "Well, in a lot of ways he is, or at least he has all that experience to draw on. We'll get there ourselves one day, if we live long enough."

"Yeah, I hear you but it still gripes me. He could have warned us earlier," Mary shot back.

"If I had, then I wouldn't have had the fun of watching you two, running around like a pair of chickens with their heads cut off," I said with a laugh. 

They looked at each other for a second and then both of them were on top of me, trying to drown me. I was laughing so hard that they nearly succeeded. 

I finally grabbed Rita around the hips, tossed her out into deep water, and picked Mary up around the waist, with her back to me. I held her up out of the water and asked, "Are you ready to join Rita?" 

She wiggled in my arms and shook her head. 

"Ok, then," I said and started to lower her to her feet. As I did, my rampant manhood slipped between her thighs and ended up pressed tightly against her hot sex.

She clamped her legs together and wiggled slowly back and forth along its length; little sounds of pleasure coming from deep in her chest. Rita swam up to stand in front of us, a frowning, questioning look on her face. 

"Hey, what are you two up to?" She asked suddenly.

Mary moaned loudly and moved her hips faster. I stifled a moan of my own and replied, "She's doing what you did this morning, sliding up and down on a sausage. Only she's got it squeezed tightly between her legs and against her sex."

Rita grinned and then I felt her hand touch the head of my dick, when it came out from between Mary's thighs as she moved back and forth. About then, Mary let out a soft yell as her hips jerked and shook as her orgasm washed through her body. The heat along my dick went up another hundred degrees. 

"Get you some, girlfriend," Rita said with a laugh. "I'm going to have to try this." She added with a grin in my direction. 

With a long groan, I came all over Rita's hand, which made her jerk it away for a second, in surprise. With a laugh, she grabbed it again and gave it a light squeeze. "It looks like I may have to wait a while." 

I could only nod my head and hold onto Mary, who was mostly limp and whimpering softly as her hips fluttered and twitched gently in the afterglow of her pleasure. 

After a moment, I blew out a noise breath and whispered, "I think I need a nap."

Rita laughed and moved closer to kiss me over Mary's shoulder. A second later, she yelled and jumped back, grabbing at her left breast. I heard and felt Mary chuckle. 

"Now we're even," she said. "You pinched mine and I bit yours."

"Next time, just suck on it, mine are just as sensitive as yours are," Rita said in return.

"Ain't that the truth?" I put in and then laughed. "Right now, I'm the one with a sensitivity problem."

Mary giggled and flexed her hips against my still semi hard manhood. We both groaned softly and she pulled away suddenly, which brought even louder groans from each of us. I released my hold on her waist and she had to grab onto Rita for support, as her legs didn't want to hold her up. 

After a second or two, she sighed and then giggled, "I think I may need a nap myself, for some unknown reason, I don't have the energy to stand up by myself."

"Hmmmm, it couldn't have been that house burner of an orgasm you had, could it? I kept expecting to see the water boiling and steaming there for a while." Rita told her, with a kiss on the cheek.

I laughed and said, "I don't know about the water boiling but I've got a cooked wiener. I'd hate to think of how it would be, if I had actually been inside her. It would probably be a cinder."

Rita giggled and said softly, "Well, maybe you'll find out tonight when you fuck her in her cute little ass. She wants you to, you know."

"Hey, big mouth!" Mary said sharply. 

Rita giggled and hugged her, saying, "That's alright, girlfriend, I want him to do the same thing to me but I'll wait until we get back home." Then she rubbed her breasts against Mary's collar bones and added, "Of course, I've got to figure out a way, so your face will be stuffed into my pussy, while he does fuck you."

Mary yelled, "Hey, now!" And struggled to get out of Rita's bear hug, but not before I noticed the slight shiver that ran up and down her body.

Rita must have noticed also because she just hugged her tighter and whispered, "You know you want to taste my sweet little pussy, all hot and juicy on your tongue." 

Mary froze for a second, a shocked look on her face. When she did, Rita kissed the shit out of her. Mary struggled strongly for a few seconds and then moaned softly as she gave in to the kiss. I just stood there with my mouth open during this whole exchange.

Rita broke the kiss suddenly, a wild look on her face. She looked at Mary for a moment and then glanced at me. I grinned at her and nodded. She grinned back and whispered, "That was a surprise. I don't know where it came from but...." She let the sentence die as if she wasn't sure what she wanted to say or how to say it.

"Uh huh," Mary whispered softly, staring at Rita. 

Rita giggled and I think she blushed under Mary's gaze. Mary grinned shyly and added, "That wasn't like our practice kisses. Not at all like them." 

Rita nodded slowly and kissed Mary softly on the lips. When Mary kissed her back the same way, she moaned softly and pulled Mary's naked body tighter against her own. This brought a soft moan from Mary. Rita's hands were wandering over Mary's back and when one dropped under the water to caress her ass, Mary moaned louder and kissed Rita harder. I just grinned at them and shook my head as I thought about later tonight. It should be very interesting to say the least.

I'm not sure who broke the kiss but when they did, they just stood there looking into each other's eyes. After a time, Rita whispered, "Girlfriend, I think we have a problem."

Mary grinned and nodded. Then she took a deep breath and said, "Maybe not, we're supposed to be trying new things aren't we?"

"Yeah, but trying each other wasn't one of the things that had ever crossed my mind." Rita replied.

Mary nodded in agreement and said, "Then we'll just have to wait and see what happens and where it will go. We've been friends forever and we know most everything there is to know about each other." Then she smiled shyly and dropped her eyes as she added, "I have thought about it, more than once, if the truth be known."

Rita giggled and whispered, "Me to."

Mary giggled back and kissed Rita on the lips. Rita noticed me watching her and grinning like a fool. She blushed deeply, and broke the kiss. Suddenly, Mary looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Oh shit, I forgot about you Uncle Rick."

I laughed and shook my head. "Damn, I give a girl the orgasm of her short lifetime one minute and then the next; she's kissing her best girlfriend. I can see where you would forget me." 

Mary started to protest but I laughed and went on. "I'm teasing you. I know what you meant and I understand the reason."

"I'm glad someone understands because I really don't," Rita said shyly. "I've never done anything like this before and while it feels funny, it also feels right, somehow."

"Love is love." I told her. "It doesn't matter who it is, a boy, your best girlfriend, an Uncle, even if he's not related to you. Mary is your best friend and confidant. Sure, you love her, and in the sexual atmosphere we're in here, it's only natural for it to turn somewhat physical. How physical, is up to you two. Just give it some thought first and make sure that it won't interfere with or hurt your friendship."

Both girls nodded and then Mary giggled and said to Rita, "He's is pretty smart, isn't he?"

Rita smiled at me and nodded before she replied, "Yeah, he is. Maybe that's why I love him so."

Mary laughed and said, "Lust is more like it, you're a horny little bitch."

"Look who's talking," Rita said and kissed Mary softly.

When this kiss broke, Mary grinned over her shoulder at me and said, "First, she wants you and now she's after me. What's next, the cows in the field or the deer in the woods?"

Rita laughed and said, "You're enough of a cow for me." 

Then the wresting match was on, as Mary tried to dunk her under water. I laughed and turned to swim across the pool and back.

*****

When I got back to the sand beach, the girls were sitting side by side on the bottom, just their heads and shoulders above water. I settled down to sit near them, breathing hard. 

After a couple of minutes, Rita asked, "Uncle Rick, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, you can ask me anything, you know that. I might not answer you, if it's too personal, but then again you never know." I replied.

"Well, uh, well," she stammered for a moment.

"Look, just ask straight out. I doubt that you will shock me." I told her with a grin. I had a feeling that this question was going to be something else, if she was this flustered just asking it.

"Have you ever had sex with another man?" Mary suddenly blurted out and then covered her mouth with her hands. 

I chuckled at that and with a grin, replied, "I got a blow job from a guy once, many, many years ago but other than that, no." 

I paused a moment as I thought about where this question had come from and where it was going. "I've never met a guy I was that attracted to. Anyway, I have a dick to play with, so why should I play with someone else's. I'd much rather play with a warm willing woman." I ended with a laugh.

"See, I told you so," Rita said to Mary.

"Yeah, I figured as much but I had to be nosey." Mary replied and then giggled. "Especially, if I was going to stick my nose into someplace it had never been before."

Rita giggled and said, "Make that noses or more likely three noses. I figure Uncle Rick's will be stuck someplace or the other."

Mary giggled and whispered, "It ain't his nose that I'm wondering about. It's something much longer and harder." 

She looked over at me and asked, "Is it going to hurt when you, huh.... You know do that to me?"

I grinned as I asked in reply, "You mean, when I fuck you in the ass?" She nodded but didn't say anything, so I went on. "Not if we take our time and get you relaxed and ready. I figure a good spanking, followed by a nice oil rub down of those hot red cheeks, should get you all wound up and ready. Then it will be time to lay you over a couple of pillows and start to loosen you up. I'll start with my tongue and then a finger. Then two fingers and finally my dick." 

I paused a second to let her think about what I had said and then asked, "How does that sound to you?"

Her eyes had gotten wider when I mentioned the spanking and then she shivered as I talked about my tongue and fingers in her ass. She took a little shuddery breath and nodded her head, quickly. Then she swallowed hard and whispered, "I think I'm in trouble."

Rita giggled and asked, "How's that?"

"I'm not sure if I can handle that all at once," Mary answered and then she shivered again. "I'm not sure I'm as ready as I thought I was." Then she giggled and added, "I'm close to coming right now, just thinking about it."

"Me too," Rita whispered and then she took a couple of deep breaths and said, "I think we need to swim or something."

"Good idea," Mary whispered and got to her feet and waded out to deeper water. Rita followed her. I sat where I was and watched them paddling around and splashing each other. 

Rita splashed me and said, "Come on, Uncle Rick."

I chuckled and shook my head. "I think I'll save my energy for later."



Wild Child Ch. 08



After supper, we were all relaxing. The girls were watching TV, lying on a blanket on the floor with a couple of pillows. I was napping, off and on, or so I thought, on the couch. I woke up slowly, the TV was off and the girls were nowhere in sight, all the lights in here were off. The only light came from the bedroom door. 

I lay there on my back, listening for a moment and then heard them whispering from the direction of the bedroom. I was trying to decide what I should do, when Rita walked out of the bedroom and came over to sit on the couch next to me. When I first saw her, I had closed my eyes and now I watched her through my lashes. 

She sat there looking at me for a moment and then she called softly, "Uncle Rick? Wake up Uncle Rick." I opened my eyes and smiled at her. "It's time for your shower," she said with a big grin.

"That sounds like a good idea," I said as I stretched, a couple of joints popping in the process. "I must be getting old, that little bit of swimming and horseplay this afternoon, has me sore, and stiff. 

When I said stiff, her eyes dropped to my manhood, which was soft. 

"Muscles, dear, muscles," I said with a chuckle.

She giggled and stood up as she replied, "Well, it ain't this way often, so I wondered."

"With a couple of beautiful horny young ladies around, is it any wonder?" I asked, more to myself than to her. 

She laughed and said, "Come on, we've got your shower all ready."

I wondered what they were up to, as I sat up and put my feet on the floor. Whatever they had planned, should be interesting, to say the least.

*****

Mary was in the bathroom, when we entered and smiled shyly at me. "You get to wash me first, like you did Rita, last night," she said softly. Then she grinned and added, "Then we get to check each other for soap."

I chuckled and nodded, seeing where this was going. "Okay, but who washes Rita?" I asked.

"We both do." Mary replied and with an even bigger grin, added in a soft whisper, "And if, I don't lose my nerve, I'm going to be the one to check her for soap."

"Uh huh," I said, my dick already on the rise.

Rita noticed it and reached out to brush her fingertips along its growing length. "I think this means that you approve of the plan, right?"

I looked at her and then back at Mary. "Both of you, turn around," I said suddenly. 

They looked at me funny but did it. 

"Now, bend over and grab your ankles." 

They looked at each other and then did as I said, with a pair of giggles. 

I reached out with both hands and ran one up and down over each of their sexes. In both cases, my middle finger slipped easily into the wet, slippery folds. Both girls tensed and then squirmed at my touch. I fondled both of them for a few seconds, feeling their wetness grow, and then I said, "You both seem to approve of the plan also, from the feel of you." 

Both girls giggled and squirmed even more as I rubbed finger up and down their slits. I used one fingertip to tease Rita's opening and she wiggled back against it, until it slipped inside. She moaned softly as I worked the finger back and forth in a short, slow, sawing motion. 

Mary on the other hand, gasped loudly and jerked away, when I touched her opening. I slapped her hard on the ass and said, "Stand still." 

She did like she was told and I ran the fingertip up along her slit. I rubbed around and round her clit a couple of times, which brought another gasp to her lips. Only this time, she wiggled her ass, pressing herself tighter to my fingertips. 

"That's better," I said softly, as I again moved a fingertip to her wet opening. She tensed but didn't jerk away. "That's much better." 

Rita started to tremble, her sex squeezing and grabbing at my finger, as she fucked herself on it. When I slipped it out of her, she whimpered softly and then moaned, "No Uncle Rick, no."

"Slowly, little one, slowly, remember." I told her gently. "Anyway, it's time to start working on Mary's tight little asshole. Come give me a hand, why don't you?" 

She straightened up slowly and turned around, her legs slightly unsteady.

"I was just about to come," she whispered as she moved the step or two over next to me. 

Then her eyes locked onto my fingertip as it ran around and over the opening to Mary's sex, just dipping into its wetness. Mary shivered and made a soft moaning sound deep in her chest. 

I moved the slippery fingertip up and rubbed it lightly over the tight ring of muscles guarding her asshole. Mary gasped and jerked away. I swatted her hard on the cheek of her ass. 

"I said, stand still."

When she eased back into position, I touched the ring again and she jerked away again. 

"Ok, that's enough," I said sharply and moved over to sit on the toilet seat, pulling her with me. "Now, you get that spanking, you so dearly wanted."

She gasped loudly, her eyes getting big. "No!" she said sharply. "I was only kidding."

"I'm not," I whispered as I pulled her down across my lap. 

She struggled to get back up, until my hand landed solidly on her left ass cheek and then she kicked her legs and yelled. I cupped my hand a little more and applied it to her right ass cheek with a loud smack. She yelled again and kicked her legs harder. I continued to spank her, alternating from one cheek to the other. I wasn't spanking her hard but my cupped hand made a loud noise each time it hit her ass. I wanted her ass a good hot cherry red but I didn't want to leave a bruise or a hand print.

Rita was right about Mary liking to be spanked. In less than a dozen strokes of my hand, she was lifting her ass to meet me. She had quit yelling but was moaning loudly and almost continuously. Then she was yelling again, her ass bouncing up and down, as she came big time. I stopped the spanking and rubbed her hot ass slowly. This had her yelling even louder and coming even harder. 

I heard Rita whisper, "Holy shit!" 

I looked up and grinned at her. She grinned back and reached out to run her hand over the hot red skin of her girlfriend's ass. "She did come from a spanking. I wouldn't have believed it, if I hadn't seen it," she added shaking her head slowly.

I slipped my fingers down between Mary's legs and rubbed her sopping wet sex gently. She lifted her ass and spread her legs wide, moaning loudly. With my fingers well lubed, I rubbed one against the pucker of her asshole and pressed gently. She didn't jerk away this time, she pressed back against the finger. 

With a little more pressure, it popped through the tight muscles and slipped inside. She yelled and humped her hips, driving it even deeper, with each backward movement of her ass. She was coming again, hard, and fast.

"Lightly rub the red part of her ass on each side," I whispered to Rita. 

When she did, Mary yelled again and humped even harder against my finger. I held my hand still and let her do as she pleased. I could feel wetness dribbling on my thigh under Mary's sex and then a hot stream as she lost control of her bladder and squirted on me.

I slipped the finger out of her ass and moved Rita's hands away. Mary groaned loudly and her hips moved in a frenzy, trying to find the finger. 

"That's more than enough for right now," I said to Rita with a grin. 

Rita had this look of almost awe on her face as she nodded slowly.

Mary's ass slowed its hunt for the finger and then settled to a rest as she gave out with a soft sobbing moan. I rubbed her hot ass cheeks and she gasped and pressed up against my hand. 

"That tingles so good, doesn't it?" I asked her. 

I hadn't expected an answer and didn't get one. I ran my hand down between her legs again and felt her abundant wetness. "Oh baby girl, you've made one hell of a mess, all over you, and all over me."

I grinned and held my wet hand up to Rita. "Want a taste? You'll never have a better chance." 

When she hesitated, I brought it up to my lips and took a long lick from the heel of my hand to my fingertips. I licked my lips and held it back out to her. She hesitated a moment longer and then she gave my hand a long strong lick as she moaned softly deep in her chest.

When she moved her head back, I returned the hand to Mary's ass and spread her juices over her red ass. I dipped the hand between her legs again and then applied more to her ass. Now it was hot and slippery. Mary moaned loudly and flexed her ass against my hand. 

I looked up at Rita and grinned, as I asked, "Well, how was it? Does it taste different from yours?"

She grinned and reached down to run a finger along her slit and then up into her own sopping wet opening. She moaned softly and her eyes slowly closed. With a shiver, she pulled the finger out, and sucked on it. She moaned softly again and returned the finger to her sex. She moved it in and out slowly a couple of times and the shiver returned. When she removed it this time, she opened her eyes and slipped it into my mouth. When I sucked on the finger, she moaned a little louder.

As I released the finger, I said, "You're both very tasty and taste very similar." 

Rita nodded and whispered, "Yeah, I think so too but I'm not really sure."

I moved my hand away from Mary's shiny ass and whispered, "Here, try another taste or two. I'll bet that she'd love the feel of your hot tongue on her stringing ass, right now."

Rita gave out with a little whimpering moan and slowly dropped to her knees behind her girlfriend. Her eyes were locked on Mary's ass, which was more of a deep hot pink than a red by now. She glanced up at me for a second and then moaned softly as she bent forward and ran her tongue up one ass cheek and then the other. Mary's ass jerked at the first touch of Rita's hot tongue and then, she was pushing her ass higher in the air to make firmer contact.

"See, I told you she'd like it," I said softly. "You like Rita's tongue on your ass, don't you Mary?" Mary just moaned softly and flexed her ass. "Oh yes, she likes it," I whispered to Rita. 

Rita whimpered softly and licked harder. I grinned as I reached across and used both hands to spread Mary's ass cheeks apart. "Here, try a lick in here but watch your nose if you touch her asshole. She'll buck like a wild horse."

Rita took a deep shivery breath and did as I asked. She was rather tentative at first and then she reached up and used her hands to spread the cheeks apart. She took a longer firmer lick and then she grinned up at me and dropped her head lower. I could see her tongue flick out and Mary yelled as her ass came up hard and fast. Rita jerked her head back just in time and giggled. 

"I see what you mean," she whispered excitedly.

"Okay, little one, let's let her rest for a little bit and then we'll get her in the shower," I said as I rubbed Mary's ass again.

"I want to do just one thing before we do," Rita whispered and then dipped her head down and took a quick lick at the center of Mary's sex. 

Mary yelled loudly and bucked up again, knocking Rita over backwards. Rita lay there on the floor laughing for a moment and then she said, "I did it. I really did it. I nearly got my nose broke, but I did it."

*****

It was nearly ten minutes before we could get Mary to her feet and then all she wanted to do was to go to bed and sleep. "Oh no you don't, you're way too messy to get in any bed with us. Come on and get in the shower. We'll get you squeaky clean and then you can go to bed." I told her with a chuckle. 

Rita helped me get her into the shower stall and held onto her as I got the water going. Mary was so out of it that she just stood there and let us wash her. She did give a little shivering jerk as I gently washed her ass and a soft moaning quiver as I washed her sex. We got her out of the shower and dried her off. I finally picked her up, carried her in, and put her to bed. 

Rita grinned as I came back into the bathroom and said, "I don't think she's going to get her little asshole fucked tonight."

I laughed and shook my head. "I think she's had all that she can handle and then some." I gave her a leering grin and asked, "How about you? Think you could handle it?" 

She glanced down at my rampant manhood and then back up at my face. She swallowed and licked her lips before she whispered, "I don't know."

I chuckled and said, "Good answer. Come on, it's time for me to get cleaned up. You to."

She grinned and opened the shower door. "Now, that I can handle," she said as she reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft, pulling me into the shower behind her.

*****

We took our time washing and caressing each other. I was enjoying the feel and responses of her young body and she was having a ball exploring my body. I let her do anything and everything that she wanted. By the time the water started to get cool, she was on her knees, sucking on my dick, and doing a damn fine job of it. 

I reached over, turned the water off, and then moaned softly as she tried to swallow me completely. I wasn't too surprised when she did; her mother could after all. Her nose bumped against my pelvic bone a couple of time and she moaned deeply around my shaft. 

I think she was coming but she continued to suck and then started to bob her head up and down along the entire length of my manhood. I groaned and whispered, "You're fixing to find out if you spit or swallow, if you're not careful."

This just made her suck even harder and move her head up and down faster. I groaned deeply and came with a vengeance. As the first spurt left my shaft, she moaned loudly again, and swallowed me to the hilt. She just kept on sucking and fluttering her tongue along the base of my shaft as the second and third jet erupted. 

In the back of my mind and somewhere far away, a little voice whispered, "She swallows. Unlike her mother, she swallows." I felt myself smile as I put my hands on her shoulders for support, as my knees and legs trembled.

Rita was still sucking greedily at the head of my dick as I returned to the present. It felt so good but it was almost to the point of being painful, I was that sensitive. I held her in place and pulled my hips back, taking it away from her. She whimpered softly and tried to go forward. 

I chuckled and whispered, "Whoa, little one, whoa. Let an old man rest, you're about to kill me." 

She looked up at me as a big grin spread across her face. 

I chuckled, leaned against the wall, and added, "Yeap, you're your mother's daughter alright."

Rita laughed and stood up to hug me. I hugged her back and she whispered, "I swallowed. I didn't mean to but I was coming so hard that I didn't even think about it, I just did it."

"I thought you were coming but I wasn't sure," I whispered back.

She giggled and said, "I've made a big mess and I'll have to rinse us off before we go to bed."

I laughed and said, "Rinse you off maybe, but I'm squeaky clean. You didn't leave a drop of me anywhere. I may have to rename you little Miss Hoover." 

She giggled at that and lifted her head. I kissed her sweet lips that held a hint of my musky taste. When I broke the kiss I whispered, "Don't worry about rinsing off, I feel like a midnight snack. The same snack I had for breakfast, if I remember right."



Wild Child Ch. 09



I left the bathroom light on and the door open a crack as Rita and I went to bed. Mary was curled up on her side, snoring softly. 

"We'll wake her up," Rita whispered as she climbed on the king sized bed.

I chuckled and shook my head. "We couldn't wake her up with a brass band." I told her in a loud voice. Mary didn't move. Rita laughed and lay back. 

"Oh no, I want you the other way. Roll over," I said with a big grin. 

She cocked her head to the side, looked at me for a second, and then rolled over. 

"Up on your knees." I directed her. 

She came up on her hands and knees. I folded up the big pillow and put it under her hips. "Now, lay down." 

When she did, her ass was high in the air. She giggled and whispered, "This is an interesting position, kinky even." She wiggled her ass and then spread her legs. "All kind of interesting things are going through my mind," she added with a giggle.

"Mine to," I said as I climbed on the bed behind her. I kissed her right ass cheek. "Oh yeah, mine to," I whispered again as I took in the beautiful view in front of me. 

Her sex and small puckered asshole were displayed to perfection, framed by her pale thighs and the twin mounds of her perfect ass. After a moment or two, I added, "I'm glad that I came just a few minutes ago or you'd be in a world of trouble."

She giggled and whispered, "I'm glad you came to or is that, we came?" 

When I licked one ass cheek and then the other, she moaned softly and added, "I think I'm going to be coming again very soon." 

My next lick was from her clit to her tailbone and she did come with a long moaning groan and a fast flexing of her hips. After that, I concentrated on cleaning up all of her sweet juices that I could find and there was plenty to find, believe me. All down her inner thighs and even up in the crack of her ass. As my tongue tickled and played with her asshole she moaned loudly again and pushed back against it.

If I had been hard right then, I would have fucked her silly in both places. As it was, I moved up to rub my semi hard shaft between her satiny ass cheeks and then along her slit. 

I didn't even realize it but I whispered, "Yes, you'd be in a world of trouble." 

With a deep sigh, I moved away from her and softly said, "I think we need to join Mary, before we get into big trouble."

Rita nodded her head quickly and whispered, "I want you to do it to me, but then again I don't." She gave a fast shuddery shiver and rolled over off the pillow. She looked up at me and smiled shyly. "Come cuddle me, I like it when you do, I feel safe and warm." 

I moved to lie down between her and the edge of the bed but she grinned and said, "No, here between me and Mary." Then she giggled and went on, "That way, if she wakes up horny, she'll get you first." She giggled again and added wistfully, "Although, it might not be too bad if she got me first, I sure enjoyed getting her off."

I laughed and lay down on my side between the girls. Rita scooted over next to me and then wiggled back to press her ass against me. I was a lot firmer than I had been just a little earlier, but I tried to push that thought away as my shaft slipped between the warm cheeks of her ass. I pulled the covers over us and wrapped my arms around her. She sighed deeply and snuggled back tighter. I fought to keep my hips still as I hugged her to me. Sleep was slow coming but it did finally.

*****

I awoke to soft whispering and giggling from the direction of the bathroom. I lay there listening for a moment but couldn't make out what they were whispering about. I eased off the bed and moved closer to the door. I could tell that it was Rita whispering but I still couldn't make out what she was saying. 

Suddenly, I heard Mary say loudly, "The hell you say? I don't remember none of that and I don't know if I believe you or not."

I opened the door and asked, "Believe her about what?"

Both girls jumped and then Rita grinned and said, "Good morning to you too." 

"Good morning," I said and looked at Mary sitting on the toilet. "What don't you remember or believe?" I asked her. 

When she just sat there with her mouth open, I asked, "Do you want another spanking?"

Her eyes got very big and she shook her head sharply. "No sir." 

She rocked a little on the seat and winched before she added with a giggle, "Well, yes but my ass is still a little tender from last night. That part, I remember and coming my brains out when you did it, I remember. I remember you sticking your finger in my ass. Oh God, do I. I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. After that, it gets a little hazy but I do know that you were licking my ass, not her."

"Now, just how was I doing that? You were stretched out over my thighs. I'm old and fat; I can't bend far enough to lick your ass from bottom to top, now can I?" I asked and then grinned.

Her eyes got narrow for a second and then wide as she looked from me to Rita and then back again. "Oh shit! I hadn't thought of that." She looked at Rita and her mouth worked a couple of times but nothing came out.

"I told you," Rita said with a big grin.

"Did you tell her the rest?" I asked softly and then grinned as Rita's head snapped around toward me, a look of near panic on her face. I laughed and said, "I take that to mean, no."

"Rest of what?" Mary asked slowly, looking at Rita.

"You don't remember?" I asked back. When she shook her head with a confused look, I grinned at Rita and asked, "Do you want to tell her, or do you want me to?"

The look of panic returned for a split second and then she sighed and whispered, "You tell her, I wouldn't know how to say it right and I'm already embarrassed enough as it is."

"If she doesn't remember then it won't do any good to tell her about it," I said as though I was thinking aloud.

I saw relief flash across Rita's face and Mary said loudly, "Uncle Rick, that's not fair. You mess my mind up and knock me out, and then you won't even tell me what I missed. That's totally unfair."

I chuckled and said, "Yeah, we did overload you a little, didn't we." 

I looked at Rita for a moment, and then asked, "Well, should we or shouldn't we? It's up to you; you're the one that did it." Indecision was written on her face, so I asked, "Are you ashamed of it or just embarrassed?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment and then replied, "Embarrassed." After another moment, she added, "If I got the chance, I'd probably do it again."

"We could always show her," I said thoughtfully. "That is, if she ever gets off the pot." Mary actually blushed. "What, you don't want to wipe your twat in front of us? Last night, you were coming your brains out and peed all over my leg but now you're embarrassed around us this morning. I find that hard to believe."

Mary looked at me sharply and said, "What? I didn't pee on you."

"Oh yes, you did," Rita and I both said at the same time. 

Mary's mouth dropped open and I chuckled as I said, "Don't worry about it. It happens to a lot of women when they get overloaded with a big orgasm. It's natural; they lose control and squirt a little or a lot, as the case may be."

Mary closed her mouth, looked from me to Rita, and then back again. She took a deep breath and turned slightly to unroll some paper and then she wiped herself and dropped the paper between her legs. "There, now are you satisfied." She said as she stood up and flushed the toilet. Rita and I both laughed at her girlish tone. 

She giggled and whispered, "I knew we were going to do new things but this is ridicules. Potty training 101, all over again."

We all laughed and Rita stepped over to hug Mary. "I love you, girlfriend," she said softly.

Mary grinned and hugged her back. "I love you to but I still want to know what I missed."

Rita glanced over at me for a second and then whispered, "Sit down Uncle Rick," She moved out of my way taking Mary with her. Once, I was seated, she said to Mary, "Lay down across his thighs like you were last night."

"Whoa, I couldn't take another spanking this soon," Mary said hastily.

Rita laughed and I chuckled. "No, he's not going to spank you. I'm going to show you what you missed last night and maybe a little more."

Mary looked at her friend sharply but didn't ask any of the questions that had to be flying around in her head. She turned and draped herself over my lap with a soft giggle. "I'll remember this position for the rest of my life and then some," she whispered and then wiggled her ass from side to side. 

I rubbed her ass and she gave a big shiver and pressed her ass up against my hand. "Oh yes, I remember that to; it made my ass feel like it was on fire. Only there was an electric wire sticking in my asshole and pussy, or at least that's what it felt like."

"You remember getting your ass licked right?" When she nodded, I asked, "Do you remember me rubbing you like this?" I dipped my right hand down, cupped her sex, and then rubbed up and down. "It's a lot dryer today than it was last night," I said with a chuckle.

Mary giggled and Rita whispered, "No shit, it looked like a lake last night or rather a river. Uncle Rick could actually rub it all over your ass." She hesitated for a second, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Actually, I took a lick of it off his hand once and then licked your ass again after he made it all slick and shiny. I even stuck my finger in my own pussy and then sucked on it to see if we tasted the same."

"Do we?" Mary asked breathily, her ass wiggling and flexing against my hand. She took a sharp breath as my middle finger slipped between the folds of her sex. She was wet and slippery there. When my finger brushed her clit, she gasped and another shiver ran up and down her body. 

"Tell her or better yet, show her how you licked her ass," I said softly.

"I remember that part," Mary whispered quickly.

"I don't think you remember all of it," I whispered back and then chuckled. "Show her, Rita." 

Rita knelt behind her friend and placed a hand on each of her ass cheeks. She lightly stroked each one as my finger slid up and down Mary's slit. I moved my hand up until the finger was right in front of Rita's face. She could see the wet shine on it. She shivered slightly and leaned forward to lick it. When I moved the finger away, she leaned on over and slowly licked first one cheek and then the other. 

Mary took a hissing breath and lifted her ass slightly. "Oh yes, I remember this. You're tongue is so hot." 

Rita took a shuddery breath and used both hands to separate the cheeks. Her head dipped and she took a slow lick up the deep cleft. Mary jerked forward slightly and then pressed back against her friend's face, a groan growing louder in her chest as Rita continued to lick her.

Rita was slowly working lower and lower in little increments. When Rita's tongue brushed the puckered ring of her asshole, Mary jerked forward and gasped loudly. 

"You didn't remember that, did you?" I asked Mary softly. "You would have broken Rita's nose, if she hadn't moved as quickly as she did."

Mary lifted her ass slowly and moaned softly as Rita's tongue flicked back and forth over the tight ring of muscles. "Of course, she's doing a much better job now, than she did last night. You were far too sensitive for her to do more than to give you a quick lick."

Suddenly, Mary yelled, tilting and lifting her hips as she came. Rita as suddenly, found her tongue flicking back and forth in Mary's very wet pulsing sex. Mary yelled even louder and ramming her ass back hard. Rita groaned loudly but didn't move away, she just licked harder and faster. 

I became aware of just how hard my dick was about then, as Mary's side moved up and down, rubbing against it, as she hunched her sex against Rita's face. I heard a groan escape my lips to mix with theirs. The difference was that they both were coming and I wasn't.

After a moment or two, Rita rocked back to sit on her heels, her eyes were closed but there was a wild grin on her face. Her right hand was rubbing slowly down between her legs. I moved my right hand back to where it had been earlier and I caressed Mary's sopping wet sex gently. She moaned loudly and pressed back against my hand. 

"Now, that's more like last night," I whispered.

Rita opened her eyes and looked into mine for a second before she raised her hand and licked it. I grinned and lifted mine to hold it up next to hers. She licked it and then whispered, "Yeap, we're about the same but I'm a little stronger."

I licked both hands and nodded, "Yeah, you're a little muskier. It's probably from the cork being out of the bottle," I said teasingly.

She giggled, licked my hand again, and then her own. "I like the taste of both." She looked up at me thoughtfully for a second and then grinned, as she asked, "Why don't you put her over a pillow like you did me last night and clean her up." An evil element slipped into the grin as she added, "I'll hold her head and keep her quiet."

I laughed and replied, "I just bet you know the perfect way to do that to, don't you." 

She giggled and nodded. 

"What do you think of that idea, Mary?" I asked. 

Mary mumbled for a moment and then groaned softly. I chuckled and said, "I thought you would feel that way." 

Rita giggled and moved back out of the way as I picked Mary up and carried her to the bedroom.

*****

Rita folded the pillow and placed it under Mary's hips as I put her on the bed, on her stomach. Mary had been giggling the whole time I had carried her. "This is twice in a row that you've carried me to bed," she said as she wiggled her ass and spread her legs a little, to get more comfortable. 

"Only this time, I remember getting here. I remember you picking me up, hazily, and heading in here, but after that it's all a blank." Mary wiggled her ass and added in a whisper, "I feel like such a slut laying here like this, with everything hanging out, so to speak."

Rita grinned at her and said, "I know, I did too, and it made me think about all kinds of kinky stuff."

Mary giggled, spread her legs wider, and flexed her hips up and down slowly. "I know just what you mean about that." After a second or two, she asked, "What happened to you after I went night, night?"

Rita giggled and said, "I was worried about waking you up but Uncle Rick almost yelled out "not to worry about it" and you never moved."

"Why were you worried about waking me up?" Mary asked.

Rita giggled again and replied, "Because I ended up on that same pillow, the same way you are now, and it didn't take very long at all for me to come my brains out again. Uncle Rick's tongue felt so good and I was so turned on from sucking him off. I had one hell of an orgasm when he came in my mouth and a bunch of little ones before that."

Mary had watched her friend with big eyes as she talked and her mouth dropped open at that last part. I had moved up onto the bed behind her by then and sat there admiring the view. 

I heard Mary whisper in awe, "You didn't!"

"She did," I said as I bent and took a swipe of my tongue up along Mary's sex. 

She yelled at the first touch of my tongue on her large rubbery clit and hunched her hips rapidly as I tongued her wet open sex and tightly puckered asshole. By the time, I reached her tailbone; she was down to moaning loudly. 

I sat back on my knees and looked at Rita, saying, "She's entirely too noisy, why don't you stick something in her mouth and keep her quiet?"

I heard Mary make a soft whimpering noise, as what I had said sunk in. Rita laughed and climbed on the bed, asking, "Who's going to keep me quiet?"

"I'll just have to find something to gag you with," I said with a grin.

"I know just the thing," Rita shot back with an evil grin, as she licked her lips.

I laughed and shook my head. "You sound just like your mother." 

She giggled and nodded as she sat down on the bed with her feet, one on each side of Mary and scooted forward until her sex was only inches from Mary's face. Mary whimpered softly again and tried to move away but when my tongue zeroed in on her clit, she yelled and moved back forward. 

I heard a gasp from Rita and grinned as I flicked my tongue very lightly against Mary's fingertip sized clit. Mary gave a loud muffled groan, followed by a soft one from Rita. 'We have contact.' Flashed through my mind and I flicked her clit a little harder. 

I couldn't tell what was happening on the other end of Mary but from the sounds Rita was making, it had to be interesting. She groaned loudly and whispered, "Lick harder." Followed shortly by, "Oh, yes."

I slipped my tongue up along Mary's wet slit and stabbed it into her flooding sex. She let out a muffled yell as her hips jerked up and down. Rita's yell about the same time wasn't muffled at all and from its intensity, I could tell that she was coming all over Mary's face. Mary yelled again and I liked to have drowned from the gush of juices from her sex and the hot flood on my chin. She had squirted again as she came. I rode it out until her hips started trying to get away from my mouth and tongue. 

I got up to my knees and looked down the length of her body to where Rita was laying back against the head board, a glazed look on her face. She had her right hand up caressing her left breast and the other was still locked in Mary's hair. Mary had her head to the side and lying on the bed, her eyes were closed. I grinned as I saw Rita's shiny wetness spread over most of the face that I could see. 

I caressed Mary's ass gently and said, "Looks like you two were having fun on that end. I know I was on this one." 

Rita nodded lazily and Mary just whimpered softly. I chuckled and bent to kiss first one satiny ass cheek and then the other.

When I tickled the darker brown circle of her asshole with the very tip of my tongue, Mary wiggled her ass and whispered, "No, please no. I have to rest."

I sat back on my knees and grinned as I replied, "Well, in that case, it must be time for breakfast. Hey, wait a minute, I've already had mine and so have you Mary. That just leaves Rita and I know what she wants for breakfast. The same thing she had for a bedtime snack last night."

Rita grinned and nodded her head but didn't move. "I might just take you up on that, if I ever get the energy to move," she whispered.



Wild Child Ch. 10



I left the girls resting on the bed, napping was more like it and went into the living room. My hand stroked my hard dick for a second and I chuckled. It would have been so easy to come up onto my knees and fuck the shit out of Mary. I wanted to so bad and that was the main reason I had left the room. 

With a deep sigh, I headed for the kitchen to make my morning coffee. The clock on the stove caught my attention and I grinned, it was only six thirty. Then I sighed again, this was my last day alone with Rita, her parents would be home this evening.

As I made coffee, my mind built scenes of the time, when I got around to telling her mom about this weekend. My manhood twitched from time to time and wasn't going down a bit as my imagination was working overtime. Most of the things that my mind came up with would happen and I knew it; that was what was so good about it. 

The soft sounds of bare feet behind me brought me up out of my daydreams and I turned to see Rita walking over to lean on the counter. 

"Good morning." I told her with a big grin.

She grinned back and nodded her head. "Isn't it though?"

"How's Mary doing?" I asked still grinning.

"Washing her face and the other end." She replied with a giggle. "I just had the one end to clean up. Boy did I make a mess."

Mary came through the bedroom door and said, "You sure as hell did, and I'm going to have to wash my hair before we leave." 

Rita giggled and turned to meet her friend with a hug and a soft kiss on the lips. When the kiss parted, Mary added, "And by the way, don't pull my hair so hard next time." 

Rita grinned and then laughed; I had to chuckle myself. "What's so funny?" Mary asked.

"You said next time," Rita told her with a big grin. "Like there would be a next time in the near future."

Mary grinned and asked, "Like, there won't be? As horny as we both stay and without Uncle Rick around, I'll bet money on there being a next time and probably many more after that."

Rita giggled and kissed her again, only a lot more deeply. The kiss broke slowly and both girls sighed as they hugged each other tighter. "I guess we'll both be bi then, in that case," Rita whispered.

"Not me, I'm sticking to boys. Well, that is, not counting you of course," Mary whispered and then giggled. "Sticking, get it."

Rita laughed and nodded, "Yeah I got it, it's about as lame as most of your jokes." 

That got the wrestling and then tickling match going. Finally, Mary called time as Rita had her bent over the counter and held down with her body as she tickled both sets of ribs and her underarms. Rita laughed and let her go. 

She raised her arms and danced around, saying, "Yeah, I'm still the world champion, the one, the only, the greatest of the greats."

I laughed and shook my head. "Come on champ, the coffee's ready. Do you want some, Mary?"

"I always want some," Mary shot back at me with a giggle.

"Coffee, Mary, coffee," I said with a chuckle. Under my breath I muttered, "You don't know how close you came to getting more than you could ever handle of the other."

"Huh?" Mary asked and Rita, who was standing next to me, broke up laughing.

"Lack of sex, makes you deaf," I said with a deadpan expression. This made Rita laugh even harder and Mary giggled. 

I swatted Rita on the ass and asked, "What the hell are you laughing at, you were just as close, last night." I took a sip of my coffee and whispered, "You two are going to be the death of me yet."

Rita stopped laughing and hugged me, whispering, "Yeah, and I would have enjoyed every second of it too."

I hugged her back with one arm as I whispered back, "I would have also little one, believe me. One of these days in the not to far future, I'll come to my senses and kick my own ass all over town for passing it up." I chucked and added, "Passing up both of you for that matter. I need my head examined." I sighed deeply and sipped my coffee.

Mary stood by the end of the counter, looking at us with a perplexed look on her face. Rita chuckled and said to her, "Sometimes you are so dense. He's talking about fucking the shit out of that sweet little virgin pussy of yours when you were draped over that pillow, almost senseless. His dick was probably only inches away and it would have been so easy just to stick it in. What could you have done about it? Absolutely nothing, right?"

Mary's eyes slowly got big and round. "Oh shit, I hadn't even thought about that." 

When her eyes dropped to my rampant manhood, she gave a shiver, and swallowed hard. Her eyes flicked to Rita and then back to my dick as a smile started to bloom on her face. "All I could have done was just lay there and enjoy it, as I came my brains out and died."

Rita laughed and said, "You got that right girlfriend, I would have been the same way, and most of me couldn't have cared less whether I was a virgin or not until later."

"Well, I care and that's not my job. That belongs to some young stud your age that you think you're in love with, to do," I said softly. I sighed heavily and sipped my coffee. "Oh course, I'd love to do it myself, don't get me wrong, but it's not my place."

Rita hugged me tight and Mary took a couple of quick steps and hugged me from the other side. 

"We love you," I heard Rita whisper and I felt Mary nod her head against my chest, in agreement.

"When I get ready, I want you to be my first," I heard Mary whisper so softly that I figured she was talking to herself. 

I let it pass. I also figured that by the time she got around to that, I would be long forgotten. Anyway, it would happen at the end of a long hot petting session with some young guy, probably in the front seat of a pickup truck.

"Me too," I heard Rita whisper.

Mary giggled and said, in a little louder voice, "We'll make a pack on it. The first one to decide to have sex for real will call the other one and we'll call Uncle Rick, together. Then he can come down and we'll all meet here at this cabin and have our own little three way orgy."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Rita said with a giggle of her own. "But shouldn't we do it closer to town? That way, we won't have so far to haul Uncle Rick's dead body after we get through with him."

Mary giggled and then laughed as I said, "Hey, don't talk about death around old people, it ain't polite. Although, the thought of having you two completely to myself and being able to do what I really want to do is very, very appealing to say the least. It would be worth dieing for and anyway, I'd go with one hell of a smile on my face."

I felt a pair of hands on my manhood and both girls giggled as they felt each other's hands and realized that they had had the same idea at the same time. 

Mary whispered, "That'll make three of us, for sure." Then she sighed and added, "I just wish we didn't have to wait to repay you for all you've done for us this weekend."

I chuckled and said, "You don't owe me anything; I'm the one who owes something. I've had the time of my life and wouldn't have missed this for anything. It's the perfect gift for the dirty old man in your life." I paused a second and added, "Hey, now you both know what to get me for Christmas and my birthday." 

I chuckled and whispered under my breath, "Don't I just wish."

Both girls giggled and Rita asked, "When is your birthday?" 

"Much too far away." I replied with a deep sigh and then moved my hips back. "If you two don't let go of that and quit teasing it, you're going to have to mop this kitchen floor."

Rita giggled and went down on one knee. "Oh no, that's much too good to waste on the floor." 

Mary looked down at Rita and then said, "Hey, wait for me." and knelt down beside her. 

Now, there were two hands on my shaft and two tongues on the head. I groaned deeply and leaned back on the counter as I felt my knees tremble. Rita sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue all around it. 

After a moment or two, Mary said, "Hey, it's my turn, don't be greedy."

Rita giggled as she popped me out of her mouth and pushed my dick over in front of Mary. "Here you go."

Mary sucked the head in and flicked her tongue over the sensitive skin. I groaned loudly and felt her suck harder and moan around the obstruction in her mouth.

"My turn," Rita said and I felt Mary shake her head. "Greedy bitch," Rita added and pulled at my shaft. 

Mary giggled as my dick popped out of her mouth. Rita moved her hand down over Mary's and swallowed me until her lips were against both hands. My hips flexed of their own accord from the intense feelings as she bobbed her head up and down rapidly.

I heard Mary whisper, "Damn girlfriend; get you some." Then she giggled and said, "Let me try that."

Rita popped me out of her mouth and said, "Sure, just be careful and don't scrap your teeth on it." Mary's hot mouth engulfed me and moved up and down slowly at first. 

"Suck on it, press your tongue to the bottom of it and let the head rub on the roof of your mouth. I love the way it feels rubbing up there. It makes me tingle in all the right places," Rita instructed.

Mary sped up and did as Rita said; which brought a shudder to my hips and a loud groan to my lips. She followed instructions, damned well. She gave a little moan each time her lips touched her hand. 

Rita whispered, "Move your hand, and try it a little deeper. See how much of it you can swallow."

Both hands disappeared and Mary slowed the bobbing of her head. Slowly she sucked more of me in until I felt the head of my dick touch the back of her throat. She moaned loudly and I felt her body giving small jerks as she came big time. 

Rita wrapped two fingers around my shaft at Mary's lips and whispered, "There's still an inch or so, go for it."

Mary whimpered loudly and tried to force more of me in her mouth. Suddenly, she lifted her head and took me out of her mouth. She took a deep breath and tried to swallow me again. I was staring off into space and doing stupid mental arithmetic to keep myself from coming down her throat as she reached Rita's fingers and no farther. She moaned loudly again and lifted her head.

"Here, let me show you how to do that," Rita whispered as she pulled my dick over in front of her face. 

"You do and you're going to get another drink," I whispered hoarsely.

She grinned up at me for a second and then slowly swallowed me, flicking and fluttering her tongue along my whole shaft as she did. When her nose pressed into the hair on my pelvic bone, I groaned deeply and came, long and hard. I heard Rita moan as a shiver ran up and down her body. 

My hands went to her head and held it where it was as her tongue fluttered madly around the base of my shaft and I could feel her swallowing around the head of my dick. I was in a whole other world.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard Mary say, "Greedy bitch? Look whose calling who a greedy bitch."

I felt Rita trying to giggle around all the meat in her mouth and then she slowly lifted her head, until just the head of my dick was in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive skin and into the opening. I groaned loudly again as my hips jerked and twitched.

Then she slipped me out of her mouth and licked her lips, like a cat after the last drop of cream. Turning to Mary, she grinned and whispered, "Damn straight, I'm greedy. Uncle Rick had you for breakfast; you had me for breakfast, so I got to have Uncle Rick for breakfast. It all worked out even."

"Yeah, but I wanted at least a little taste," Mary said and then giggled as she leaned over and sucked the head into her mouth. She sucked on it hard for a second and then swirled her tongue over the sensitive spongy head. 

Popping it out of her mouth, she frowned and said, "Damn, you slurped it all up."

Rita laughed and glanced up at me as she said, "Just call me Little Miss Hoover. That's my new nickname."

"You got that right," I said in a shaky whisper.

"Hey, he is still alive," Mary said with a grin. "I figured we killed him for sure."

"Close to it." I replied. "Very close to it."

Rita lifted my limber shaft and kissed the head, before she said, "We did kill this." Mary giggled and Rita asked, "Do you think we could blow it back up?"

Mary giggled again and asked, "Why do they call it a blow job when all you do is suck?"

"I guess because it only looks like your blowing something or someone up," Rita said in reply. "Anyway suck job just doesn't have the same ring to it." 

Mary giggled and nodded as she stood up. Rita stood up next to her and looked up at me. "If you can find the energy to move, we'd like some coffee."

"Uh huh," I said with a chuckle as I slid along the counter sideways, making room for them. "You're almost as bossy as your mom is, after you get what you wanted, you know that."

Rita laughed and nodded. "I'm finding that out. In fact, a lot of things about mom are making more sense, now that I have some idea of what is going on and why," she said slowly.

"You can't beat an education," I said with a grin.

Mary laughed and said, "School was never like this. If it was, I'd have much better grades." 

"You and me both," Rita added with a chuckle of her own.

I grinned and said softly, "Yeah, both of you are headed for the A honor roll and I'm headed for the hospital." 

Both girls laughed but there was a look of pride on both their faces.

"Ok, let me refill my cup and we'll move out to the front porch and relax. I for one sure need it."

"You guys go ahead," Rita said. "I'll make another pot of coffee."

*****

Out on the porch was an old glider swing. I sat down on one end of it and propped my feet up on an old wire spool that was there for a table. Mary sat down next to me and stretched her legs out but couldn't reach the table. With a giggle, she turned and scooted to the other end of the swing and propped her feet up in my lap. Mary was using her feet to play with my soft manhood as we sipped our coffee. 

Rita came out onto the porch and stopped, a grin spread across her face as she said to Mary, "Girlfriend, I can't leave you alone for a second, can I. Whenever I do, you're always playing with my toys."

"Hey, I can't help it if it's so much fun. Anyway, you'll have a lot more opportunities to play with it than I will," Mary said with a grin of her own. "Anyway, I didn't get.... Well, you know."

Rita laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I know, you didn't get fucked in the ass like you wanted. You only got about a hundred orgasms instead." 

Mary actually blushed and Rita laughed again. "Look at it this way, you'll have something to look forward to, the next time Uncle Rick is in town. Just think of all the fantasies you can build from that and all the orgasms you'll give yourself."

Mary looked at Rita wide eyed for a second and then grinned. "I hadn't thought of that. I could even find me a toy to play with and kind of loosen things up. That would probably blow my mind among other things." She ended with a laugh.

Rita nodded and said, "Yeah, especially when I give you a licking and a sticking at the same time." 

Mary's eyes got wide again and she squirmed on the swing. Rita laughed and whispered, "That got her attention."

I grinned and nodded as I said, "She could do the same thing to you." 

Rita grinned back at me and nodded, "Yeah, I know, ain't it great." 

I just laughed and shook my head. 

"Well, it would be," Rita said as she walked over and stood in front of Mary. When Mary grinned and licked her lips, Rita backed up and sat down on the table. 

"What's wrong?" I asked with a big grin.

Rita chuckled and replied, "Oh, nothing. I just feel safer over here." Mary and I both laughed, and Rita joined in.

*****

After we finished the second pot of coffee, we decided to take a walk. The girls wanted to go for another swim before we headed home. The walk down to the river was more relaxed than it had been the day before. The girls were more at ease and playful but still kept an eye out for what was going on around them. They had learned from the day before.

It ended up being more of a bath and dunking party than a swim but it was all fun. We had our towels and ended up, moving up the bank, behind some bushes to lie out in the sun and dry off, after we had tired ourselves out. It had been slightly cloudy and foggy earlier but now it was bright sunshine with a cool breeze. 

"We can't stay out here long. You two will end up sun burnt in a few places that would be hard to explain if we do," I said softly.

"We'll have to talk to our mom's about going to the tanning beds," Mary said lazily. "That way we can find a place to do this without getting burnt." 

Rita nodded but didn't reply.

"I think you two like running around naked," I said with a grin. Both girls nodded. "I guess I'll have to figure out a way to take you to the nudist resort, I go to."

"Could we?" Both girls asked at the same time.

"That would be so cool," Mary added quickly.

"That's a fact," Rita chipped in.

I laughed and asked, "Have you really thought about it? There will be a lot of other people there and most of them will be naked. So will you."

The girls looked at me and then at each other for a moment or two. Finally, Mary said to Rita, "I'm game, if you are."

Rita bit her lower lip a second and then nodded, "Yeah, I think I could do it."

Mary giggled and whispered, "It makes me wet just think about being naked in front of a bunch of strangers."

Rita giggled and nodded, "Me to, but it also scares me and I'm not sure why."

"The fear of the unknown," I said. "That and shyness and upbringing. Also the fact that your mom would kill both of us, if she ever found out that I even suggested it."

Rita nodded and replied, "Yeah, that to."

I grinned and then quickly wiped it. Her mom loved to be naked and if a stranger saw her then it was all that much better, but Rita didn't know and it wasn't my place to tell her. I grinned again as I thought about getting all three of them to go, Mary, Rita, and Rita's mom. Now there would be a weekend to circle on my calendar. Rita was sure going to get one hell of a surprise one day and that was for sure. Mary calling my name drew me up from my daydream.

"Earth to Uncle Rick," she said and giggled as I gave a jerk. "Welcome back," she said softly.

"Sorry, my dirty old man brain was off in fantasy land," I said with a grin. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing much, just a brass band and the nude football team," Rita said in a smart assed voice, which made Mary giggle.

"Is that all?" I asked with a grin. "I'm not much on brass bands or nude football players. Now, a nude girl's volleyball team; that would be a whole other story." 

The next thing I knew, I had two warm sweaty female bodies on top of me. 

We wrestled around until I ended up pinning Rita down on her stomach, her arms held high above her head, and my hard manhood pressed tightly into the crack of her ass. 

Mary was on my back and bounced on my ass several times before she said, "You hold her and I'll drive it in."

I flexed my hips; moving my shaft up and down in the slick channel for a moment before I said, "I could drive it in by myself, thank you, if I wanted to." 

I lifted my hips until the head of my dick was teasing her tight little asshole. Rita struggled against my hold on her wrists and lifted her hips sharply. I felt the head of my shaft squeezing into the tight opening. Rita gasped loudly and I started to raise my hips. Mary landed hard on my ass, once more and drove me back forward. 

Rita yelled loudly and wiggled her ass wildly as I sank about halfway into her scorching hot ass. Stuff your dick in a coke bottle full of boiling oil and you'll understand the feeling and why I just froze where I was. 

Suddenly, my brain kicked into gear and I started to pull out but Rita moved up with me, yelling, "No, no! Please don't take it out."




Wild Child Ch. 10



I heard Mary whisper, "Oh, shit!"

"That's close enough," I muttered to myself. 

To Mary I said, "Now you've got a real spanking coming and when I get loose from here, I'm going to make sure you can't sit down for about a week."

Mary giggled and bounced on my ass saying, "I can only get one spanking at a time, and if you don't get free then I'm home free."

I tried to brace for the jolts and not go in any deeper than I already was but I only succeeded in moving in and out a little bit each time she bounced. Rita would yell loudly every time I moved and wiggled her hips wildly from side to side. 

"Quit," I said sharply to Mary.

That only made her laugh and bounce harder, saying, "Fuck her brains out, like you said you wanted to."

I lifted my hips sharply, only to have Mary's weight, drive me back in. Rita gasped loudly and lifted her ass sharply, driving me in even farther. Mary landed hard again and I felt my hips touch Rita's ass cheeks. Rita was rapidly moving her hips up and down in short sharp jerks, moving me even deeper. 

I groaned loudly and gave in to temptation. I started to fuck her with long full strokes. To say that Rita came unglued is an understatement, to say the least. Her ass was bouncing around, up and down, side-to-side, all at the same time. A deep growling groan had started deep in her chest and was slowly growing in strength and loudness.

Mary must have stood up, because from somewhere above me, I heard her say, "Oh shit, he's doing it, really doing it. I was only joking, you know, having some fun."

Too late now, I thought to myself, as my hips moved smoothly up and down, my mind almost totally occupied with the thrill and the sensations of the young body under me. If it hadn't been such a short while since the girls had given me the blowjob, I would have already been up in smoke. As it was, I was good to go on for as long as Rita could handle it, which seemed to be pretty well, for her first time. Her hips had settled into a rhythm to match mine and the growl had settled into a solid sound that undulated with our movements. 

She had slowly spread her knees wider apart and had raised her ass higher in the air. I paused for a moment, which brought a groaning growl from her. I had to; my knees were outside hers and spread at an uncomfortable angle. I moved between her legs and lifted her hips with my hands. She came up onto her hands and knees. When I made a slow experimental stroke, Rita groaned deeply and dropped her upper body until her head was resting on her folded arms. 

The time I had paused had allowed Rita's ass to relax and adjust. When I started to slowly fuck her again, I slid in and out smoothly. Rita's body gave a shiver on each outward stroke and she moaned loudly on each inward one. As she relaxed a little more, she started to lift her hips to meet me at the bottom of each stroke. Pretty soon, my hips were slapping her ass with a loud smack, punctuated with a soft yell from her lips. 

A loud moaning groan to my right drew my attention. Mary was kneeling next to me, her left hand was on her right breast, and her right hand was working a mile a minute between her legs. Her head was thrown back as she was coming, big time, and her body jerking and twitching. 

Suddenly, Rita let out a yell and hunched her ass back hard and fast against my hips at the bottom of a stroke. I held myself still, tightly against her and let her do, as she wanted. My balls were against her sex and I could feel the hot flood as she came and then came again even harder. 

Deep in the throws of her orgasms, she stopped moving and pressed her ass back tightly against me. I could feel her ass gripping and squeezing the whole length of my shaft. Ever so often, a shudder would run through her body, she'd whimper loudly, and slowly moved her hips up and down, which made her whimper louder.

Another loud moaning groan from my right announced the arrival of Mary's second orgasm. I glanced her way, to see her slowly sink down and sit on her heels, as her stomach muscles jerked and rippled. Her left hand still cupping her breast and the right one resting on her thigh, the fingers of the right one were glistening and slick with her juices. 

Rita's moving drew my attention back to her. She slowly moved forward, pulling my hard shaft out as she did, a long drawn out groan coming from her chest and throat. When the head came free, her body gave a long shivering shudder and she lay down flat on the towel under her. I sat back on my heels and sighed deeply. 

A movement to my right caused me to look over at Mary. Mary's eyes were glued to my rampant shaft as she slowly turned and got into the same position that Rita had just been in. She made a whimpering whine as she flexed her hips up and down slowly. She glanced up at my face and then back to my shaft. 

Softly she whispered, "Fuck me, I don't care where, just fuck me."

I looked down at my rock hard dick, all shiny and slick from Rita's ass, and then back over to Mary's raised ass. A shiver ran up and down my back as I found myself moving over behind Mary. I ran my hands over the white satiny skin of her hard little ass and then leaned over to lick her pink asshole. She gave out with a soft moaning whimper as I tongued and probed her there. She shoved her hips back hard as my tongue slipped into her ass, the sound she was making, getting a little louder. 

After a couple of minutes of this, she groaned loudly and said, "Fuck me there, please, fuck me." She was totally out of control, her ass humping against my face and probing tongue.

Being a little out of control myself, I came upright, and moved forward to press the head of my shaft to her asshole, centering it with my hand. I pressed my hips forward gently and felt the head slip through the tight ring of muscles. Mary yelled and rotated her hips as she hunched back against my intruding shaft, forcing more of me into her tight, hot little ass. She was coming for all she was worth as she did.

By the time, half my dick was in her ass, Mary was yelling almost continuously and fucking herself on my shaft with wild abandon. I just held on and let her go. Suddenly, she was quiet and her body froze, except for a shaking quiver in her hips and thighs. Her back sagged downward and I could feel her muscles relax, where I held her hips. 

Surprised, I leaned over to look at her face. It was slack and her eyes were shut. She looked like she was asleep, except for her heavy breathing. "Mary?" I called to her. 

When she didn't answer, I slowly eased my dick out of her ass. Her hips gave another shivering shutter, then they were dead weight, and I was holding her hips up. 

"What's wrong with her?" I heard Rita ask. My head snapped around to see her lying on her side, looking at Mary intently.

A smile slowly came to my face and I replied, "I think she came enough to went." When Rita looked at me questioningly, I added, "She passed out from the overload."

"Oh!" Rita said and then grinned. "She's never going to forget this day and I ain't going to let her. She finally gets what she wanted and then she passes out. Boy, am I going to rub that in," she added with a giggle.

"No you're not," I said softly. "You're going to be a good friend and remind her that she has unfinished business. That way you'll be helping two friends at once." 

Rita looked at me and tilted her head to the side as she tried to figure out what I meant. I grinned and explained, "You'll be helping her by not teasing her, and you'll be helping me as she'll want to try it again, in the pretty near future."

Rita laughed and nodded. "Okay, now I see and by the way, she's not the only one that'll want a rematch. Technically, I'm not a virgin but actually, I am, but what we just did, blew my mind, big time. That time with mom's toy was good but this was much, much better."

A moan from Mary drew our attention. I looked over at her, as her eyes fluttered open. After a second or two, they focused on Rita's smiling face and she smiled back. 

"How are you doing, girlfriend?" Rita asked softly, her smile turning to a grin.

Mary's smile followed suit and blossomed into a big grin that lasted a second or two, before a look of confusion washed over her face. "What happened?" She asked in a whisper, almost like she was talking to herself.

"You passed out from coming your brains out." I told her with a chuckle and then a kiss on her upturned ass.

She gave a jerk at my voice from behind her still upraised ass. "Oh shit, it wasn't a dream," she said sharply. When Rita and I both laughed, she added, "Hey, it ain't funny." 

After a second or two, she giggled. "Well, maybe it is a little. I came and went at the same time."

"I understand, believe me," Rita said softly, "I'm still getting little tingles and shivers, even now. I'm surprised I didn't do the same thing. I was coming so hard and for so long and it just kept getting stronger and stronger. If Uncle Rick had kept moving, I probably would have passed out."

Mary got a funny look on her face for a second and then she glanced around at me. "Were you moving or was it me? I can't seem to remember."

I chuckled and shook my head. "It wasn't me. I made the initial push that got just the head in there. After that, you went ballistic on me." I paused and grinned at her. "You were doing such a great job; all I had to do was hang on. Maybe next time, I'll really fuck you," I said, using her type language from before.

Mary's eyes widened and then she blushed a bright red. "Oh shit, now I remember. I told you to fuck me and I didn't care where," she said before she took a deep breath and glanced over to see Rita, grinning at her. 

To Rita, she said, "Man, I was out of control. Watching him stick that big dick in your ass had me crazy. I must have came a dozen times watching him fuck you and then you moved away from him and there was that big hard dick all shiny from fucking you. All I could think of was getting it in me." 

She seemed to run down at that point, but I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. Slowly she got this sad look on her face.

Rita was watching her girlfriend intently and suddenly moved over to kiss her softly on the cheek. "Hey, don't go there; I can see it in your face. I know you too well and now is not the time for self-pity and all that crap. You're okay and you got what you wanted. Maybe not the way you wanted it exactly, but there's always next time. You got a little crazy. That happens to everyone if they're not careful."

"Yeah, but I was totally out of control and only had one thing on my mind. What kind of a girl does that make me?" Mary asked in a trembling voice.

Rita giggled and whispered, "A damned horny one as usual." 

Mary giggled at that and nodded her head. "That's for sure; I was ready to fuck the balls off of the whole world."

"Then learn from it," I said softly. "Be careful of the situations you get yourself into and knowing that you can get out of control, gives you a measure of control. Use that to your advantage. Losing control at the right time is fine but make sure it's the right time for you and with the right person." I glanced at Rita and added, "You need to learn the same lesson."

She nodded at me and then looked at Mary. "That's what I was trying to say but he said it much better," she said to her friend.

Mary grinned and wiggled her ass from side to side as she replied, "Yes mama, I'll remember and be a good girl. I won't fuck the football team unless they win the state championship." Then she giggled and got up to her hands and knees. 

When she did, I ran a hand under her hips and slapped her sharply on her ass. She gave a yelp of surprise and tried to pull away. I smacked her ass again and said, "You just hold it right there young lady. You've got one hell of a spanking coming, if I remember correctly." 

I popped her on the other ass cheek twice and then I caressed her ass. "Well, maybe I'll let you off easy since you both seemed to have enjoyed yourselves so much."

"Like you didn't?" Rita asked with a laugh. I looked at her and stuck my tongue out at her. "That ain't a threat anymore, that's a treat and you'd better remember it," she said with a big grin, just like the one I'd seen a hundred times on her mom's face.

I released Mary and grabbed Rita's ankles, lifting them and rolling her over onto her back. I spread her feet wide and licked my lips in and exaggerated manner. 

"I'll remember," I said and then grinned. "You'd better remember that there are two of us here and you could get more than you bargained for."

"Okay, okay," Rita said, laughing. "I couldn't handle it right now, anyway."

Mary rolled over onto her back and raised her legs to match Rita's. With a giggle, she spread them wide and said, "Me neither."

I let go of Rita's ankles and sat back on my heels, shaking my head. "You two are going to be the death of me yet," I said with a big gin of my own.



Wild Child Ch. 11



The ride home from the river cabin was quiet, to say the least. None of us wanted to leave but we had to. It was almost noon and Rita's parents would be home around six. Mary had to get home shortly, herself. Her mom had something planned for later and if Mary didn't show up soon, her mom would be calling to check on her. As for me, well, I was still in a daze from earlier. 

When we got home, the girls gave me a hand unloading the truck and then they disappeared. I put everything away and started a load of wash. Passing through the kitchen, I snagged a beer, on my way to the living room. I sat down on the couch, picked up the TV remote, and then laid it back down. 

For some reason, the TV held no appeal to me. I grinned to myself and sipped my beer. There was just no comparison between TV and a weekend with two beautiful naked young ladies. I felt my manhood lengthen and twitch as my mind wandered back over the past few days and especially earlier today.

I had finished half my beer, when the girls came into the room from the hallway. They were both naked and were carrying their tee shirts. Both of them had wet hair, so I assumed they had been in the shower. I grinned at them and asked, "How was the shower?"

"Great." Rita replied, "You should try it. The hot water is the perfect thing for sore and stiff muscles." She grinned as her eyes dropped to the tent in the front of my shorts.

I laughed and stood up. The tent was even more obvious with me standing. Mary giggled and reached out to rub her hand up and down the front of my shorts. As she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gave it a light squeeze through my shorts, she said, "But Rita, this thing is always stiff and I like it that way."

Rita laughed and shook her head. "Yeah you like it alright, especially when it's up your tight little ass."

"Look who's talking," Mary shot back. "I didn't hear you complaining when it was up yours. Yelling, moaning, and groaning, was more like it as you were coming your brains out."

Rita grinned and said, "You've got that right, and I'm planning on it happening at least one more time before mom gets home, so get your cookie snatching little hand off that thing." 

She glanced up at me quickly and added, "That is, if it's alright with you, Uncle Rick."

I frowned and said, "Hmmm, let me think about that for a little while." Rita's mouth dropped open and then she started to say something but I cut her off with a laugh and reached out to hug her tightly. 

"We'll let things happen as they will and being the dirty old man that I am, hell yes, it's alright with me," I said.

I heard Mary sigh and when I looked around at her; she had a sad look on her face. I reached out with the arm closest to her and pulled her into the hug with us. Rita slipped an arm around Mary and kissed her softly on the cheek. 

"I'm sorry girlfriend; I didn't think when I opened my big mouth. I kind of forgot you had to go home."

"Yeah, that sucks, doesn't it?" Mary said softly.

Rita giggled, nodded, and then whispered, "But then again, so do you."

Mary giggled and nodded, "I sure did and I came my brains out when I did, but you ended up with all the cream. You really are a greedy bitch, aren't you?"

Rita laughed and nodded her head. Then she looked up at me and grinned. "I think I know how to make it up to you," she said softly and blew me an air kiss, as she reached out and pulled my shorts down off my hips. "We'll both have a quick afternoon snack," she added with a giggle as my shorts came off. 

Mary laughed and was on her knees before the shorts hit the floor. She took a lick up along the length of my shaft and then sucked the head into her warm mouth to swirl her tongue around it. My hips twitched and I moaned softly. 

Rita grinned and whispered, "Why don't you sit down, Uncle Rick so you don't fall down." 

I nodded with a chuckle and did as she said. 

Mary never missed a lick, no pun intended, following me with my dick still in her mouth. Once I was seated on the edge of the couch, Rita repositioned Mary, between my knees and then had her spread her legs wider apart. Now I knew what Rita had in mind and I grinned at her as she lay down on the floor behind Mary. 

Mary had sucked more of my shaft into her mouth and was slowly bobbing her head up and down as Rita wiggled forward, her head now under Mary's sex. I couldn't see what Rita was doing but I knew the instant her mouth and tongue made contact with Mary's sex. Mary gave a muffled yell around my dick and sucked me even deeper into her mouth, her tongue fluttering around like a mad butterfly. 

A groan from me, mixed with her whimpering moan as she started to bob her head again, pressing her tongue against the underside of my shaft and the head against the roof of her mouth. Damn, that felt good.

Mary's eyes were closed and small tremors and shivers ran up and down her body. I could hear and feel the sounds she was making increasing in volume as she neared her own orgasm. I could also see her hips flexing and moving as she rode Rita's face. Just past Mary's body, I could make out one of Rita's hands, moving slowly up and down over her sex.

I was distracted from my voyeurism by a sudden yell from Mary, as she started to come and come hard, her hips jerking and bucking. Her head came forward and down, her nose bumping against my pelvic bone as she swallowed me whole. Between her wild tongue and the vibrations of her throat, I was very close to the edge myself. 

Suddenly, Mary lifted her head, her mouth coming complete off me. Her eyes were open wide in surprise, her ass rising in the air. Slowly it settled back down as a deep moan escaped her lips. She saw me looking at her and then quickly glanced down at my dick. Just as quickly as she had raised her head, she lowered it and sucked me back into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down rapidly. Now it was my turn to shiver and moan. 

Mary's ass was working up and down in time with her head and she was now making a loud whimpering moan around my manhood. A movement just beyond Mary's ass caught my attention. It was Rita's hand and now I knew the reason Mary had rose up. Rita had a finger or two up Mary's little ass and was fucking her there. I moaned softly at the thought.

Mary's body started to shake and as it did, she swallowed me whole and swirled her tongue around the base of my shaft. I could feel the vibrations of her whimpering moan at her throat. As it got louder and stronger, my orgasm got closer and closer. Suddenly, she picked her head up, sucking hard and wiggling her tongue like mad. She was coming again. 

Just as suddenly, my orgasm hit me and I gave her, her first hot drink. She gave a sharp muffled yelp and swallowed me completely again, sucking for all she was worth. My body shook and I felt as though my spine was being pulled out by my root, so to speak. I sure was glad I was sitting down.

*****

I came down from orbit, to find Mary's head on my thigh. She still had the head of my soft dick in her mouth, nursing on it like a pacifier. Rita slowly sat up and turned around, a big grin lighting up her face when she saw Mary. 

She chuckled softly and whispered, "I think little Mary just got her socks knocked off, big time."

"She's not the only one," I said and then sighed. "You two are going to kill me yet."

"Yeah but you'll have one hell of a smile on, when we do." Rita replied as she moved over to cuddle up on the couch next to me.

The phone rang and Rita picked it up off the coffee table. "Hello," she said into it and then reached over to shake Mary's shoulder. "It's your mom, sleepy head," she whispered to Mary, covering the mouthpiece of the phone. Mary groaned and raised her head, slowly releasing my manhood. 

She took the phone from Rita and grinned as she said, "Hello, mom. I was just about to call you." 

Mary listened for a moment and then said, "Rita and I were up late last night, and we were up early this morning. We've been having more fun and I kind of wore myself out, so I was taking a little nap." 

She listened for a second and said, "Yes mama, I'll be there in about twenty minutes." Then she switched the phone off with a sigh and laid her head back down on my thigh.

Rita laughed and said, "Yeah, you're worn out alright, but you didn't do it all by yourself. You had plenty of help."

"Ain't that a fact? I thought I was going to die there for a while and then it got worse. Between you finger fucking me in the ass and eating my pussy, I was in heaven. Add Uncle Rick's big dick in my mouth and then he comes in my mouth just as I reached the biggest peak ever. I didn't have a chance, I was dog meat," Mary said slowly. "Now I have to find the energy to get up from here, take another shower, and go home. On top of that, mom's got a party planned. All I want to do is sleep but if I do, she'll be on my case for a week and not let me come back over here for a while. Man, talk about your bummers."

Rita giggled and whispered, "Just keep thinking about the reason you're sleepy and how good it'll be when you do come back over here or I come over there. That'll keep your horny ass awake."

Mary giggled and nodded. "You know that's right, girlfriend." She sighed and sat up, adding, "If I thought I could get away with it, I wouldn't take a shower. I'd just go with this big mess between my legs and cum on my breath, but mom has too sharp a nose. I'd get busted, killed, and grounded all at the same time. It wouldn't be worth it in the long run, except for the expression on mom's face. She'd have a cat and nine kittens."

Rita laughed and said, "You've got that right. She'd freak and then she'd kill you and put a contract out on me."

Mary nodded and then started to get up. When she staggered, Rita grabbed her and held on. "Come on, I'll give you a hand. I need to wash my face; you weren't kidding about that big mess. I thought I was going to drown there for a while."

"It serves you right. It was your idea, remember," Mary said with a giggle. "But I wouldn't have missed it for anything."

The two of them headed back for the shower, leaving me alone on the couch. I groaned softly as I pulled up my short, turned, and lay down, lifting my legs up onto the cushions. I sighed, as I got comfortable. I was as wrung out as Mary, if the truth be known. Then I remembered what Rita wanted to do before her mom got home and I groaned softly. I'm a dead man, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

*****

I woke up long enough to kiss Mary goodbye. She was dressed and looked just like she had when she arrived the day before. Damn, was it just yesterday? It felt like forever, but like her, I wouldn't have missed it for anything. I told her that and she grinned and kissed me again deeply. 

"You just remember that I want you to be my first, when I decide to give it up," she whispered with a giggle and kissed me again. Rita walked her out.

After she left, Rita came in to cover me with a comforter and gave me a soft kiss. "You go back to your nap," she whispered and then added, "I'll wake you up before mama gets home." 

I just mumbled and nodded. I needed a nap.

*****

So ends the weekend with Rita. Mary was just an additional piece of luck, among other things. Mom got home before Rita woke me up, it seems she needed a nap also, Rita that is.

Rita's mom, now there is a whole other story.