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Kitty Tales: Uncle Johnny

By: kitty4bi



KITTY TALES EPISODE 2 part 1: Uncle Johnny

This little story is dedicated to Sherrie in Mississippi and all the other women who contacted me. I loved your comments. I'd like to chat with ya girl, but your e-mail address was bad. Hope you like the story. Thanks for the feedback on my first story, everyone. I hope you like the first part of this one. The second part will be written shortly. It just got too long. It was a very wild weekend to write about.

A little over 10 years ago, my sex life took an interesting turn. In retrospect, I'm not ashamed or embarrassed. In fact, now that my uncle has passed away, I'm glad I did what I did. It's funny how situations that seem embarrassing at the moment tend to morph as you remember them later. Of course, I'm not a shy person and my perception of sex is that it is for recreation, not procreation, which may influence my memory of the weekend. In fact, I'm sure that it has.

I was in my early 30's when my favorite uncle's wife passed away unexpectedly. Johnny had always been my favorite relative, until my cousin Lynn moved in with my husband and me for a month or so, which is another story I will write about.

Johnny was around 55 at the time we spent a glorious weekend together. He lived in northern Alabama, close to Huntsville. By the way, I get a kick out of driving I-65 around Huntsville, because of the rocket that stands adjacent to the interstate. If the clouds are right, it looks like it's blasting off to fuck a white, puffy pussy. I wonder if that rocket (subliminal phallic symbol?) means that Alabama is a "dick" state? Anyway, it does remind me of my uncle every time I see it.

I hope you noticed that I said the "wife" of my uncle. Although she was technically my aunt, I never liked her much. She was always rude to her nieces and nephews, especially the girls. She looked down on all of us because she was from Tuscaloosa society. Can you imagine anyone from Tuscaloosa looking down on others? What's up with that?

She was also a bitch to my uncle. Johnny was a sweet man, and he loved her as much as any man could love a bitch. I know how much he suffered from having long talks with him in which he confided in me about their sex life. For instance, he had not had a blowjob in over 20 years. She was basically one of those prudish, southern women who wouldn't touch a man's dick without some form of disinfectant handy, and Johnny was not the kind of man to cheat on his wife.

A few months after her funeral, I decided that my son, Nick, to visit him for a weekend. Johnny was always great to Nick, and Nick thought the world of him.

As per usual, my husband (ex-husband now) didn't want to go. In retrospect, I'm glad he didn't. The weekend would have turned out very differently if he had come along.

My ex was a real jerk. At the time of this experience, our marriage was on the rocks. As an example, one night he brought home two girls from a local strip club. They came for some drugs, which my ex always had on hand, and paid for it by having sex with him while I was made to watch. Since we liked to have drinks at that club, it was even more embarrassing because I knew both of them. That pissed me off to no end, and I swore that as soon as I could I was giving this guy the heave, which I eventually did when my son was old enough to understand. My uncle Johnny was twice the man my ex would ever be.

I never had any sexual attraction to Johnny. Oh sure, we hugged and on occasion I'm sure I felt a little bit of a woody when he pressed against me in a casual embrace. But I never gave it much thought.

For his age, Johnny was in pretty good shape. He did have a bit of a belly, which is par for the course for middle-aged men, and he had some of his hair, which didn't matter to me anyway. His eyes were his most attractive feature. Oh, Lordy! Those steel blue eyes could melt most any woman's resistance.

Nick and I had a great time driving up to Huntsville. I was dressed in shorts and a blouse. I never wear a bra (the one major advantage of b-cup titties) unless I had to, and I refuse to wear panties. I like the feel of clothes on my breasts and pussy, and when driving with my hubby, flashing truckers is much easier without panties. 

Girls! Have you ever flashed truckers? It's a hoot. One time my current hubby and I were driving up I-65 and stopped in a Cracker Barrel outside of Birmingham for lunch. We bought some of those cherry drops on our way out.

When truckers drove by, I pulled my sundress up to my waist and put my feet on the dashboard. I then took out a cherry drop and inserted it into my pussy. I fingered it around for a sec or two and then pulled it out so that I could feed it to my husband. 


We pulled to the left side of the road so that the truckers could get a better view. Before we knew it, we had a convoy, with CB's a chirping. It's amazing how truckers can continually and accurately adjust their speed to stay right in line with you, regardless of what you do. 

Uncle Johnny was waiting for us when we arrived. It was around three in the afternoon on one of those hot summer days in Alabama. I was tired from the four-hour trip, but thrilled to see him again.

He looked so sad. Those gorgeous eyes were tired and puffy. I knew he had been crying, but he would never admit it. It's a guy thing. He hugged both of us and pulled our luggage out of the car. Some southern men do know how to be gentlemen.

Johnny's house was magnificent. He was an architect and had designed the house for his wife. Of course, she complained about it to no end. It had five spacious bedrooms, family room, den, beautiful kitchen, in-ground pool, etc. It was the kind of house that made you feel comfortable as soon as you entered the foyer. In other words, the house was a reflection of Johnny.

After my son made his perfunctory hugs, he bolted for the bedroom that Johnny had setup with video games. I knew that was the last I would see of my son until he got hungry. If you have young teens, you know what I am talking about.

After our hugs, we eased into some chairs in the family room. Johnny asked me if I wanted some wine to which I immediately agreed. Wine always gets me relaxed. Since I rarely drink, any alcohol I consume goes right to my head. The end result is that I get less inhibited than usual, if that is believable.

After we finished off the first bottle, I told Johnny that I needed a bath. I promised him that I would cook him a southern dinner. I'm one hell of a cook I might add.

As he picked up some of our luggage, he placed his arm around my waist. With his encouragement, we walked to the master bedroom. His arm around me felt like a security blanket. I knew he would take care of me regardless of what happened in my life, and I wanted to try and remove the pain he was experiencing over his loss. I truly loved my uncle and wished that my husband (ex) were more like him.

Johnny dropped my luggage in one of the spare bedrooms and I retrieved the essentials for my bath. For me, a bath is an experience that is held in the highest regard. It is something to be cherished. One of my favorite swinging rituals is to take a bath with the woman of the other couple, while the men take pictures and videos. I do love that.

Stripping naked was no problem. Off came the sandals, the blouse and the shorts. I was naked as a jaybird in five seconds. Ah! I was free of confinement. I love being naked. Sometimes I can spend the better part of the day without clothes, which does make for some interesting talk around the neighborhood I bet.

I pulled my blonde hair up in a ponytail and stepped into the Jacuzzi tub. The sensation was wonderful, especially when I moved around a bit so that a jet stream was pulsating against my pussy. 

As I relaxed in the tub, I heard a faint knock on the bathroom door. It was Johnny asking me if I wanted some more wine. Although I was a bit tipsy already, I told him to come on in and leave the bottle. I was covered with bubbles, so he couldn't see much. Plus, he was my uncle so I didn't give it any thought to inviting him in. He entered a little sheepishly, so I told him not to worry. We were family. 

He poured two glasses and then took a seat on the commode, which surprised me a little. Since he seemed to want to watch, I figured that I might as well show off my legs. I asked him to hand me my razor and shaving cream.

At this point something clicked in me. Through my grape haze, evil thoughts began to sprout. Being the exhibitionist that I am, I decided to put on a little innocent show. I really didn't anticipate anything more than that. Boy, was I wrong.

Since I am now naked in the story, I should describe myself. As I have written in an earlier story, I am blonde, about 5'7" and 115 lbs. I have green eyes, small boobs and ass, and long legs. I have a thick, light brown bush that I need to continually trim, especially around my lips. My nipples and areoles are very pink. My nipples stand out close to an inch when properly motivated. I have a small mouth, but I can deep throat a man with an average dick without leaving tread marks from my teeth.

I think that my best assets are my voice and accent. I have a reasonably husky voice for a woman, but not tranny deep. In other words, I don't screech when I talk, but I don't sound butch either. 

Along with my voice, I have a southern accent, but not a hillbilly accent. It's more a southern belle accent. I guess I'd say my accent is similar to that of Scarlett O'Hara in "Gone With the Wind."

From the lump in my uncle's shorts, I knew that he liked what he saw, or could almost see. I have to admit I was also getting a little excited. His lump looked pretty good in those shorts, and I hadn't had sex for weeks. 

Obviously, he had been spending time outside or at the tanning bed, because his legs and arms were tan. For the first time, I noticed that for a man of 55, his legs looked great. They weren't skinny or flabby. I just hoped that he didn't put on some black socks to ruin the image.

After allowing Johnny to watch me shave my calves and thighs, I told him that he would have to leave or get very embarrassed. I explained that I needed to trim my pussy. The look on his face was priceless. I mean, he went the color of the sand around the gulf coast—we are talking sugar white here folks.

To his credit, it only took a few seconds for him to regain his composure. He responded that he would love to see me trim my pussy, because he had never seen a woman do that before. I could not believe that I was flirting with my uncle, and he was reciprocating. 

I told him that he was gross. But I did say it with a bit of a smile. In mock frustration, I told him that if he wanted to be a gross old man that he was welcome to stay, and I would provide him visual instructions on how to do it for any new woman in his life. I then splashed him with water, which gave him a glimpse of my boobs. The little suckers do pop out now and then.

With that, he laughed and headed toward the door to give me some privacy. He mumbled something about being a tease as he closed the door behind him.

I did need to trim, so I went to work. Well, the trimming only got me more excited. I soon found myself stroking my lips, which were already swollen. It was easy to slip a couple of fingers in my slit, and my clit was aching for some stroking.

I laid back and placed my feet on the side of the tub so that I could get better access to my pussy. As I stroked and fingered myself, I shut my eyes and fantasized about an old girlfriend of mine. It didn't take long until I was moaning. As I wrote previously, I am very vocal during sex.

I was really getting into my little masturbation session when I heard a faint sound by the door. I opened my eyes and saw a shadow beneath the door. Obviously, someone was listening to me fuck myself. I just hoped it wasn't my son. That would be too embarrassing. Duh, like he has never heard it before.

With that, I decided that I should complete the trim and head downstairs to identify the auditory voyeur. I dried off, put on the sarong I always wear after a bath, grabbed my lotion and headed toward the room in which my son was playing video games. I peeked in and said hello, but he totally ignored me. It was obvious that he was oblivious to what was happening outside of his video game world.

I made my way to the family room and spotted Johnny leafing through some "Guns and Ammo" magazines. (Coffee table material in Alabama.) I sauntered over to the couch, which was directly across from where he was seated, and plopped down in an inglorious manner.

The sarong that I was wearing was only mid-thigh, so he got a good look at my freshly shaved legs. He about fell out of his chair as I started to apply lotion to my legs. I'm sure that he got more than one glimpse of my pussy as I adjusted my legs so that I could more evenly apply the lotion. In case he didn't, I nonchalantly opened my thighs a few inches. I left them open for a good 30 seconds a couple of times. It had the effect I wanted.

His face changed from a normal tone to a rose hue as he tried to sneak peeks at me legs and pussy. I felt like a little shit because he was trying so hard not to be obvious, and I was teasing the hell out of him. It's fun to be a woman sometimes.

I decided that he had been teased enough, so I excused myself to get dressed. Actually, I needed a few minutes to think this situation through. Even in my wine-induced state, I knew where this could lead if I didn't stop. Also, what about my son? It would be hard to explain why Johnny's dick was sliding in and out of my pussy if Nick walked in on us. 

As I contemplated the situation, I knew I was in trouble. I have always had a daddy complex when it came to sex. I really like older men. I get a chuckle when younger guys IM me about having sex with a young stud. Sorry baby, but you ain't got no shoes for mama. Now, if you were a younger woman (or older), we could talk.

If the situation hadn't changed, nothing would have happened that weekend. I decided that I didn't have a problem fucking my uncle if he had interest, but I couldn't take the risk of my son catching us. I am very open with my son now about my sex life, but he was way too young back then to comprehend what I was talking about. So, I decided to make the best of it and just masturbate when I went to bed.

After dinner, I washed up the dishes as Johnny fixed us some drinks, which we took to the poolside. It was great fun talking about our lives. Of course, the subject turned to sex on a number of occasions.

We both complained about our sex lives. Johnny complained in the past tense and I complained in the present. We quickly became aware that both of us had not had much sex for quite awhile, and that relief would be nice. Talk about two horny people.

Around seven, my son changed the entire complexion of the weekend. He bolted down the stairs like a hippo in heat and announced that he wanted to spend the night with one of his friends. I knew the family well from our previous visits to the area, so I had no problem. Further, his absence freed me to give thought to my immediate sexual problem. I wanted to get laid, and the opportunity was presenting itself. If I had to, I'd find someone to fuck me if my uncle wasn't interested.

Once my son left for the night (which turned into the entire weekend), Johnny and I reposed to the pool area. As the evening wore on and the drinks flowed, I naturally became tipsy. Now, I don't need to drink to have fun, but sometimes it can relax me if I am a little tense. To say the least, I was totally relaxed.

Around 10, I decided that it was time to check in on my youngin to make sure he was still on earth and hadn't worn out his welcome. When I stood up, my head took a couple of twists that I didn't anticipate, and I fell flat on my ass. 

Johnny was quick to pick me up and while doing so accidentally grabbed one of my boobs. He quickly pulled his hand away when he realized what he had done. In response I gave him one of my pouting looks and said that it was my turn to squeeze something of his. What's good for the goose is good for the gander.

After calling my son and trying not to sound like a drunken fiddler's bitch, I decided that it was time to go for the golden rod. My seduction might fail, but I was willing to give it the ole college try. At the very least I could get a refreshing swim out of it.

I asked Johnny if he'd like to take a swim with me, but he declined. I asked him if he would mind if I did, but in the nude. I explained that I had forgotten to pack a suit. He found out later that I had packed both a one-piece and a bikini (butt floss kind). I fibbed a little.

Since he had a privacy fence and no one could see into the backyard, he said it was safe if that is what I really wanted to do. I smiled at him and said why not. We're family.

A stripped off my shorts and top in a New York second and dived into the pool. The cool water instantly caused a major eruption from my nipples. There they were standing tall and proud. Even Bufford Pusser would have been impressed.

I swam around a little bit on my stomach, and then turned over on my back. Although Johnny was trying to be a gentleman, I caught him glancing at my body about every nanosecond. I guess it was an interesting sight to see my tits and bush poking out of the water like two ships being chased by a furry Godzilla.

After about 10 minutes of this, I asked him to get me a towel so that I could dry off. As I exited the pool, I made sure that I rubbed my breasts against his arms. I was sending all kinds of messages. Sometimes, I'm just not too subtle.

I asked him to dry my back. He did a feeble job of it at first, but started to get into it. As he worked on my back, I asked him to dry of my butt and legs. As he did this, he surprised me by getting down on one knee. He was eye level with my butt as he dried the outside and then the inside of my legs. I spread my legs a little to allow him more room for "drying."

He told me that he was finished, but I corrected him. I still needed to have my front dried. I turned around and his face was now eye level with my bush. I took the towel from him and quickly dried my tits (they were getting cold). He started to stand thinking the fun was over, but I put my hand on his shoulder. I gave him the towel and asked him to finish the job, and that he did, except he didn't even finish drying my legs. Instead, he reached up and slowly parted my pussy lips with his rugged fingers. Of course, I was as wet as an Amazon rain forest. He then leaned forward and nuzzled my bush as his fingers slowly stroked my slit.

A couple of minutes of this and my legs began to give way. He felt me losing it and stood encircling my waste with his arms. The next thing I knew I was being carried toward the lounge chairs on the deck.

I put my arms around his neck and rested my chin on his chest. He smelled great. Later I found out that he was wearing Paul Sebastian. I get wet now every time I encounter that wonderful scent.

My pussy was overflowing. I was in heat and had to be fucked. I didn't care who fucked me, but someone was going to fuck me. I get like that when I am exceptionally aroused. I don't care who fucks me. Hell, the hunchback from Notre Dame looks good when I am in that state.

I came to rest on my back with Johnny kneeling over me. He kissed me for the first time. It was one of the kisses women die for. I was swooning as his tongue gently explored my mouth.

I felt his fingers trace my neck and shoulders as he searched for my tits. Once he was there, he did a masterful job. He squeezed and kneaded them, and pulled on my nipples until they extended to their full length. He pinched them a little too hard, which made me jump a bit. But a little pain just gets me more excited.


Kitty Tales: Uncle Johnny Ch. 02



EPISODE 2 part 2: Uncle Johnny

This story is the second part of Episode 2: Uncle Johnny. It is better to read the first part of the story in order to understand the storyline more fully. As with all of my stories, this one is true with appropriate name changes.

My uncle Johnny looked at me with a "What the fuck are you thinking girl?" expression. I had just invited his three golf buddies to fuck me in order to protect my Uncle from the rumors that were sure to spread if his buddies weren't implicated within our incestuous sexcapade.

With his admonishing stare haunting my thoughts, my eyes averted any contact. I was mortified and nervous. I didn't want to lose my Uncle's respect. I loved his so much. But I also didn't want our earlier encounter to cause him any pain and grief. He had experienced enough of that in his life. I wanted...no, I craved...his love and affection.

Of course, his buddies were beaming at the prospect of fucking a 30-something niece of their golf buddy. The three old geezers probably hadn't had a good fuck in years, and now they were hitting the lottery. I'm sure the only thing they could have wanted more was for me to be barely legal.

I invited the boys to have a seat, and asked them if they wanted some beers. With their orders, I headed toward the kitchen, so they could talk about what they were going to do with the young pussy that had fallen into their laps.

I noticed my Uncle following me as I was entering the kitchen. I was preparing myself for a real ass chewing from him. But I was determined to protect him, even if I had to fuck his 50-something buddies.

To my surprise, my Uncle was pretty cool about it. He told me that I didn't have to do this, and he appreciated the sacrifice I was willing to make. He then said something exceptionally sweet. He told me that he didn't want to "fuck" me in front of them, but he did want to make "love" to me without his buddies present.

I looked deeply into his eyes to try and decipher the emotion behind the words. What I encountered was a caring, loving man who wanted to make love to a woman who loved and cared about him. I realized that I would do anything for this man. All he had to do was ask.

I tried to explain my thoughts to him about the whole situation. I believed that if we could involve his buddies they would be more hesitant to ever utter a word about catching us having sex by the pool. Uncle Johnny half-heartedly agreed with my arguments, but wanted to make sure that I understood fully what I was getting myself into.

I told him that Manny, Moe and Jack would have the times of their lives and I would promise them more of the same the next time I visited. I was sure that the opportunity to fuck me on more than one occasion would secure their confidentiality. There is no way they would screw up a chance for a continual stream of young pussy.

I put my arms around uncle Johnny's neck and whispered in his ear that he could fuck me any time and any place he wanted. I whispered that I wanted to spread my legs and wrap them around his body as his cock pumped his cum into my pussy. I wanted to feel the muscles of his loins as his cock pushed its way through my pussy's grip. I wanted to massage his cock with my pussy as he came in me so that I could milk all of his cum from his balls.

I reached down and slipped my hand into his shorts. I found his cock, and began to stroke it. He closed his eyes and breathlessly moaned as my hand worked it to full erection. His cock was warm to the touch and I felt is spasm, as my hand squeezed its head. I then pressed my mouth to his and explored him with my tongue.

I felt a hand on my ass. His other hand slid down my shorts as he sought my pussy, which was still moist from the earlier tongue-lashing he had given me. He parted my lips and found my clitoris. His fingers pinched it, which sent a shiver throughout my body. His fingers probed the folds of my pussy until he found the spot from before. He'd remembered how my body had reacted to being touched there.

We stood in the middle of the lighted kitchen kissing and exploring each other's mouths and bodies until Manny, Moe and Jack broke the trance. We had forgotten about our guests, but they had not forgotten about us.

All three of them were standing in the doorway to the kitchen witnessing the foreplay in which my Uncle and I were so engrossed. When we reluctantly separated to address our voyeurs, I noticed that my shorts had unsnapped. I was within an inch or two of giving the boys quite a view. 

I looked at each of them and decided that they should get to see the merchandise before buying, so I pulled off my top and dropped my shorts to the floor. There I stood naked in front of my Uncle and his three golfing buddies.

Now, I don't consider myself as model material, but I still get a few looks, and I was in my prime back when this experience occurred. For those who aren't familiar with me, I am about 5'7" and 115 lbs. I have small breasts (b-cup) and ass, and large nipples. My bush is a light brown and thick, so I have to trim it continually. If you want a visual, look at my picture in my Literotica profile. It's a fairly recent picture of me.

Standing naked, I raised my hands above my head and slowly turned around so that the boys could get a good look at my body. I knew they were thinking about how lucky they were to have a chance to fuck me, and I was getting excited about fucking all of them. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as the boys cheered and clapped as I slowly turned.

Once I had my back to them, I decided to take my exhibition one step further. I spread my legs a little so they were about shoulder width, and I bent over at the waist, placing my hands on me knees. This position gave them a great view of my pussy and ass. I then stuck two fingers in my pussy and fingered myself for a minute or so. I finished the show by standing, turning around so that I was facing them, and sucking the pussy juice off of my fingers. To say the least, the boys were eager.

I told them to grab their beers and suggested we talk about how this was to take place. I wasn't overly worried, because they were all middle-aged men who probably didn't have much stamina. But I wanted to set some ground rules before I fucked them. I imagined that a quick blowjob or fuck would probably fit the bill for each of them, but I was wrong. That's why I call them Manny, Moe and Jack: They turned out to be the PEP boys.

As we sat around the kitchen table, I started the conversation. "I will fuck each of you tonight or give you a blowjob if you forget what you witnessed earlier," I offered "I will give each of you a repeat engagement whenever I visit my Uncle. But, if any rumors are spread I will tell your wives about you fucking me."

Both Moe and Jack readily agreed with my terms. They promised to never utter a word of this to anyone. It was clear that they just wanted to get some pussy. Unfortunately, Manny was not as compliant.

As I mentioned in the part 1 of the story, the Moe and Jack were nice and polite. To be honest, Moe reminded me a little of Mr. Wimple from the old Charmin commercials. On the other hand, Manny was not nice or polite. He was a conniver from way back. Manny had done well in business because he was a shrewd bargainer. My impression of Manny was that he was a control freak who had to have everything on his own terms.

With a tinge of gruffness in his voice, Manny told me, "If you want me to agree to this, you will have to meet three conditions. If you don't meet them, then the deal is off. You can take your sweet ass up to your Uncle's bed and fuck his brains out for all I care. But you can never be sure that something accidentally won't leak out"

Moe and Jack about fell out of their chairs when they heard Manny's veiled threat. They just wanted to get laid, and Manny was fucking it up. My Uncle looked furious. I know he wanted to take a swing at Manny, but I put my hand on his forearm to calm him. I wanted to assure him that there was nothing that these men could do to hurt me emotionally.

Piquing my curiosity, I asked Manny what were his three conditions.

Manny continued, "I want you to fulfill one sexual fantasy for each of us, I want to do this tomorrow morning, rather than tonight. But I want a taste before we leave this evening." 

These conditions threw my plan into a bit of a tailspin. First, I had thought that they would be satisfied with a blowjob or a little fucking. Second, since it was almost eleven on a Saturday night, I didn't think that they time to do much before they had to get back home. My plan was now in the crapper.

As I thought over Manny's proposition, I felt like an escort negotiating the fucking of three clients. Interestingly, I didn't feel degraded or humiliated. Rather, I was getting excited about being treated like a prostitute.

I quickly examined the alternatives that were present. If I refused Manny's conditions, Moe and Jack would be pissed that they missed out on some young pussy. The problem was that Manny would probably spread the rumor now because I had challenged him. He'd do it out of simple spite. However, if I gave in, Manny would be a hero to Moe and Jack. Plus, I would wager that Manny would have additional conditions for me to meet when I visited.

Rather than allow the negotiations to come to an impasse, I made a counteroffer to Manny and the boys, "I will agree with your conditions as long as you all three agree to a condition that I have." 

"Let's hear it," Manny retorted.

With a little trepidation in my voice, I countered, "If you want to play with me like a whore, then you have to pay me like a whore. I am planning on leaving my husband and I need to build a financial safety net. I want $1500 from each of you every time I fuck you, starting tomorrow. I will give you a freebie tonight as an act of good faith."

I knew that $1500 was high, but all of them were professionals with businesses. They could easily afford it, and they could just as easily hide the payments from their wives. Hell, they probably blew that much on strippers each month, and I would fuck them better than a stripper would.

As I anticipated, Manny countered me. "I don't have a problem paying you like a whore if you fuck like a whore," he said. "But I think that $500 per fuck is more in line with the going rate for whores in the area."

To his caddy remark, I replied, "I had already planned to fuck you like a whore. I will do whatever you want, but I need at least $1000 per fuck. If I get $1000, then I will voluntarily become your fuck slut for the time you paid. If not, then we are just wasting our time. Keep in mind that you get to fuck your buddy's niece each time. That has to be worth the extra $500."

The boys all looked at each other and I knew the deal was done. I was to get paid $1000 from each of them every time I fucked them. Cementing the deal, Manny stated, "Do we all agree to meet here around nine tomorrow morning, and does everyone agree to bring $1000 cash to pay the whore?"

All three of them nodded to the agreement, but I added, "Since my son is staying with some friends for the night and will be back tomorrow afternoon, we have to be finished by noon."

No one had a problem with this, so I asked, "What kind of taste did you have in mind for tonight?"

Without another word spoken, Manny stood up and rested his large hands on my shoulders. "Well missy," he stated. "I think you should hop on the kitchen table and show us your pussy. That's right, I want to see those pretty thighs spread real wide like the whore you are."

I knew that I was in trouble when Manny made those comments. He was pissed that a woman would stand up to him, and he was going to make me pay for my insolence. I was in for a rough time, and I hoped that my Uncle would step in if things got out of hand. By the way, Manny was over 6 foot tall and weighed over 250 lbs. To me, he was huge and could easily hurt me if he tried.

Manny pulled me from my chair and lifted me to the table. He then positioned me so that my ass was half hanging off the table. As he did this, Moe positioned an armchair so that it was facing my pussy and I could rest my feet on the arms.

Manny pushed me down on the table and leaned over my face. With a wry smile told me to masturbate in front of them. He wanted to see me cum before he tasted my pussy. He just loved a juicy pussy to eat. It reminded him of eating at Wendy's. They all laughed at his little joke.

Without a word from me, I slid my hands down to my pussy. Hell, talk about wet. I was causing a fucking flood. God! I wanted to be fucked so badly. I was so frigging turned on by all of this that having an orgasm was not a problem.

I started finger fucking my pussy with abandon. Manny laughed about how the whore loved it, which I did. I fingered my slit and massaged my clit for only a couple of minutes before I came. Pussy juice was flowing down my ass and was dripping on the table and floor.

Manny nudged Moe and Jack out of his path so that he could gain access to my pussy. He took a seat and pulled his chair forward until his face was within tongue shot of my pussy. 

Instead of licking my pussy lips as I had expected, Manny nipped my pussy lips and clit with his teeth, which sent shivers of both pain and pleasure cascading through me.

My pussy lips and clit were quickly becoming sore from the abuse, but I kept on flowing. I was actually building to another orgasm as he assaulted my pussy. Before I could cum, however, Manny stood, grabbed me by the hair and rolled me over on my stomach. 

I was now leaning over the kitchen table with my ass exposed to the view of Manny and his comrades. Manny grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them as far apart as my body would allow. 

"Man, check this out boys," Manny exclaimed. "That is one fine looking piece of ass. I can't wait to fuck it. That will be my treat tomorrow. The bitch's pussy is my treat tonight."

His finger was playing with my anus, but I didn't expect what he did next. Without any warning, he jammed his thumb up my ass. Since I wasn't expecting it, I didn't have a chance to loosen my sphincter. It naturally tightened when the intrusion occurred. A white light of pain streaked through my body and I let out a whimper of complaint.

"Ah, is the fuck slut in pain?" Manny questioned. "I thought fuck sluts liked it up the ass."

As I regained my control, I loosened my sphincter so that Manny could thumb-fuck my ass without causing me any discomfort. As I was just getting used to the thumb up my ass, I heard Manny tell Moe to bring over the spatula from the kitchen counter. 

I used that spatula making dinner and I remembered that it had a lengthy, thick handle. It didn't dawn on me what he planned to do with it until Manny told the boys that he was going to see how much ass fucking a whore could take. I was scared shitless; he could hurt be badly if he really impaled me with it.

Petrified of what was coming next, I felt Manny preparing to shove the handle of the utensil up my ass, when my Uncle stepped in and stopped him. My Uncle grabbed the spatula and told Manny it was fine to get a little rough, but he was overstepping the limits.

Manny mumbled something inaudible, and then slapped my ass. It was not a playful slap. We are talking about a knock you on your ass slap. It hurt like hell. I wondered if I would have to explain a bruise on my ass to my husband. 

The next thing I heard was a zipper. I knew what was coming next, but my pussy was so wet that I didn't believe that I would have a problem taking his cock as long as he wasn't hung like a Clydesdale.

I was right, his cock slid right in my pussy. But the fucking I got was purely animalistic. He fucked my like a dog in heat. He pounded my pussy for all he was worth. Hell, the damn table was actually moving across the room from the force of his thrusts. He fucked me so fast that I couldn't get any kind of rhythm, so I decided just to ride it out until he finished. I could then milk his cock with my pussy muscles after he finished.

"Damn, this is one tight pussy, and man is it hot inside her. How did you get such a hot pussy?" Manny asked me. "You boys are in for a treat when you fuck this split tail. Her pussy feels like a fucking hothouse."

A small smile crossed my lips as Manny continued his assault of my pussy. I had heard on a number of occasions that I had a tight pussy, and that it was incredibly hot. I had no idea why my pussy was always hot. Maybe it was because my natural body temperature runs a little higher than average. Whatever the reason, it certainly was one of my assets.

I soon felt Manny's cock preparing to drop his load in my pussy. When he did cum, it was a quite a copious amount, and much more than I expected. He must have saved that one up for weeks. He climaxed with three or four strong strokes and then started to rest his deflating cock in my pussy. At least he had the common decency to allow his cock to atrophy inside my pussy and didn't just pop the damn thing out.

But I wasn't finished with his cock just yet. I used every muscle in my pussy to milk that son of a bitch until it was too soft to grip. I made sure this whore gave him every dollar's worth. I wanted every ounce of cum out of his fucking balls. Maybe there wouldn't be much spunk tomorrow, I reasoned.

Once he was finished fucking me, he demanded that I stand up. I started to move, but I guess that I was a little too slow for him. He pulled me up and pushed me down in the chair.

"Damn, look at that. My dick has all kinds of cum on it. I can't let my wife smell that," he remarked. "I guess our slut should lick my dick clean. How about it slut? Want to clean my dick?"

Hell, I never have a problem cleaning a cock after sex, I actually enjoy the taste of my pussy juice and a man's cum mixed together. I covered his entire cock with my mouth as I ran my tongue over every inch. I actually got a reaction out of him as I rolled his cock in my mouth using my tongue. I then slid my face under his cock so that I could clean his balls of any cum that had trickled down. I guess I didn't get low enough because Manny pushed on top of my head so that I could lick him clean just above his asshole.

When he had enough oral ministrations, he pulled his cock away and zipped his pants. "Damn, look Johnny, the slut's pussy is leaking cum on your chair. Something should be done about that," he commented with false concern.

I looked down and sure enough, some of his cum was trickling out of my pussy onto the chair. It wasn't much, but enough to get noticed.

With a look of pure joy, Manny told me, "I want you to put your fingers in your pussy and pull out all of the cum you can. Make a puddle of it on the chair."

I did as he asked and succeeded in creating a small puddle.

"Now, my little fuck toy. Get on your knees and lick it up," Manny demanded. "I want you to eat every drop of my cum. I don't want to see even a trace of cum on that chair."

I crawled out of the chair and got on my knees. As I looked up I saw my Uncle staring at me. The look he gave me seemed to be a combination of lust and pity. 

As I licked the sperm/pussy juice cocktail from the chair, I stared at him with the most "fuck me" look I could muster. I wanted him to know that I wasn't upset and I was not affected by Manny's attempts to humiliate me.

After I had finished my chore, my Uncle told the boys that they had to leave. He rationalized that if they wanted to fuck me in the morning, I had to recuperate from tonight. (No shit!)

Jack and Moe weren't very pleased with not getting a taste, but I consoled them by reassuring them that they would get plenty tomorrow. 

Manny looked at me and spat, "Tomorrow sweetmeat, I am going to fuck you until you plead for mercy. I'm getting my money's worth out of your pussy, ass and mouth."




Kitty Tales: Uncle Johnny Ch. 02



As my Uncle escorted the boys to the door, I sat back in the chair that I had just cleaned with my tongue, dropped my face to my hands and cried. I couldn't help myself. I just had to have a good cry. I wasn't really that upset. I just wanted to get it out.

My uncle Johnny returned and placed his hand on my shoulders. He stroked my hair and tried to comfort me. He sat down next to me, waited for my tears to subside, and asked me why I was crying. 

Between my sobs I tried to explain myself, but I did a poor job, because I really didn't know why I was crying. In one day I had seduced my Uncle, allowed his golf buddies to abuse me sexually, and offered myself as a prostitute. That's a lot to accomplish in 24 hours.

For the life of me I could not understand why I allowed all of this to happen. Heck, I didn't just allow it; I fucking encouraged much of it. I know that I deeply cared for my Uncle and loved him in a way that most would never understand. Few would have approved of my behavior toward my Uncle, but I did what was in my heart regardless of what's acceptable or unacceptable to others.

I knew that I had a daddy complex. I loved sex with older men. Maybe my daddy needs were what drove me to agree to fuck these men. I could rationalize my behavior toward them by focusing on how I was protecting my Uncle, but I wasn't sure that the protection of my Uncle was my primary motivation for agreeing to fuck them.

I know that I liked sex a little on the rough side, and I loved to be treated as a whore, in bed anyway. But it could easily have gotten out of hand had my Uncle not stepped in to stop it. Manny would have raped my ass with that spatula handle had my Uncle not been there to protect me. 

This raised some additional questions for me: Why do I like to be treated as a slut, whore or prostitute? Why do I get so excited when a man wants to degrade and humiliate me? How willing am I to place myself in danger and why am I willing to do so?

Finally, was the idea of pulling a train a motivation for my behavior? I had been gangbanged once in Tampa when I was in my early 20's. My boyfriend had taken me to a sleazy strip/sex club. After we had a few laps dances and a lot of drinks, he took me upstairs to the sex club. They had rooms where others could watch you fuck on some dirty, cum-stained cot. 

Not only did my boyfriend fuck me in front of these strangers, he allowed a number of them to fuck me while he watched. In fact, he charged each of them fifty bucks to fuck me. Was this experience acting on my unconscious so that I wanted to relive it with the boys? Did I want to be gangbanged again? (Sort of a geriatric gangbang)

I was exhausted and not making any sense. Someday, I may understand what motivates my sexual behavior, but for now it was unknown. However, I knew that I had to keep exploring, and to find someone to explore it with me.

All I wanted to do now was to clean up, slip into the sheets and cuddle with my Uncle. I knew that my pussy and ass were going to receive some substantial punishment the next day. Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a day, but I would have $3000 to show for it. But that is what a whore deserves. 



Kitty Tales: Uncle Johnny Ch. 03



This story is the third part of Episode 2: Uncle Johnny. It is better to read the first two parts of the story in order to understand the storyline more fully. As with all of my stories, this one is true with appropriate name changes.

As I climbed the stairs toward the bathroom, my mind was whirling with the events that had transpired that day. I had seduced my Uncle Johnny into having some sexual play, been caught naked by three of his golf buddies, allowed one of them to sexually abuse me in front of my Uncle, and agreed to become the whore of the golf buddies in return for their silence and some financial support. On top of all this, the three buddies, Manny, Moe and Jack, were coming back in the morning. I had agreed to allow each of them to act out one of their sexual fantasies with me. How about that for a day's work?

I ambled into the bedroom where my luggage was kept and retrieved what I needed to clean myself up. All I wanted was a nice to soak in a hot tub and to crawl into the sheets until morning. I just didn't have the energy or fortitude to face my Uncle at the moment. I knew that I had a lot of explaining to do for my behavior. I cared very deeply for Johnny. In fact, I know that I loved him more than I did my husband. I thought that I had lost his respect. It isn't every night that an Uncle witnesses the humiliation and degradation of his Niece by his closest friends.

I didn't bother to put on any clothes as I drifted toward the bathroom attached to my room, so I was stark naked when my Uncle stuck his head in and told me to use the Jacuzzi in the master bath.

"Are you sure that it's ok for me to use the Jacuzzi?" I queried. "I know you need your privacy and I don't want to intrude."

"Nonsense, sweetie," responded my Uncle. "Take a long hot bath and maybe we can talk a little when you are finished."

Damn, he wanted to talk. This may be the longest bath of my life.

Naked as a jaybird I made my way to the master bath and started filling the Jacuzzi. I can't believe that just a few hours ago I started the ball rolling with my Uncle while shaving my legs. It seemed like an entire lifetime ago. So much had changed now.

The Jacuzzi started to bring my body back to life. I had already purged any semen from my pussy left over from being fucked by Manny, and the sensitivity of my pussy lips and clit was decreasing markedly. I guess when you are still in your early 30's your body recovers quickly.

As the warm water of the Jacuzzi soothed by aches, my mind drifted back to the fucking that I had received from Manny. Damn, that boy sure did a number on my pussy, and almost raped my ass with the spatula handle. My Uncle literally saved my ass.

The possibility of being ass raped brought back a flood of memories for me. I've been raped twice in my life, but I am certainly not alone. Experts say that at least a third of women are raped at some time in their lives. I don't know if that statistic includes unreported rapes, but I know that I didn't report either of mine.

I lost my virginity to my first rapist, but I didn't have the heart to tell my parents. It would have crushed them. When I fantasized about losing my virginity, I always thought it would be such a romantic moment, with someone I cared about who was kind and gentle. Unfortunately for me, it was far from romantic and I sure as hell didn't give a damn about the person who raped me.

The second time I was raped was a little over 10 years ago. I was only 20 at the time. I was spending the weekend with a girlfriend of mine while her boyfriend was out of town. We were both attacked and raped in their apartment by a couple of guys who were pissed at her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was a lowlife and owed them money. Probably something to do with drugs was my guess.

Since he was gone and there was no money in the apartment, they sent him a message by raping us. Actually, it was not just one rape. They spent the night and next morning raping us whenever they had the urge, which was quite often. I guess they were waiting for him to come back so they could take care of him personally or they just enjoyed raping us over and over. We were lucky to survive.

It's so hard to make sexual confessions to those you care about the most. They should be the ones with whom you can confide, but the possibility of hurting them or being rejected by them makes it difficult. I have always found it strange that it's easier to confess to someone totally anonymous than to someone you know very well. At least that's the way it is until you find someone who won't judge you and will understand no matter what you have done. Unfortunately, in order to attain unconditional love, most people have to get a dog.

With this cacophony of thought jumbling through my blonde head, I stepped out of the Jacuzzi. Before getting some sleep to prepare myself for the fucking I was going to receive in the morning from three middle-aged men, I needed to take a gander at my body to assure myself that I would be attractive to my Uncle. I still hadn't made love to him.

As I inspected my body in the full-length mirror, I noticed that my tits seemed to be getting smaller. I couldn't believe that they could get much smaller than a b-cup. Heck, if it hadn't been for giving birth to my son, I probably would never have made it past an a-cup.

My legs looked good. They were long, thin and muscular. My legs were always in great shape because of the work I did. Thank goodness my calves were defined. I have always been worried about having no definition to my calves. I guess that is one attribute of wearing heels all day.

My stomach was still as flat as a pancake. Well, if you are 5'7" and only weight 115 lbs, your stomach should be flat. Unfortunately, I didn't have much in the hip department. I have always had a small waist but not much flare to my hips. I guess I'm not a baby maker.

My ass looked damn good, even if I do say so myself. I guess all the walking and bending over I have to do at work kept the ass and legs in shape. I love it when a man or woman plays with my ass, and dearly love anal sex. I guess it is a good thing that my butt looks like it should be fucked.

Ah, the bush. What can I say? I really like it when a woman has some bush, although mine may be a little over the top. I have to keep it trimmed, especially close around my lips. I like the look of a bush on a woman, but I also hate to pick my teeth after munching on pussy. Plus, I am a stickler on hygiene. If you are naked as much as I am and love to fuck both men and women as much as I do, you have to always maintain a high standard for hygiene.

Once I concluded my inspection, I pulled on my nightshirt and picked up my stuff. I planned to just call it a night and head to my bedroom. I wanted to talk with my Uncle tomorrow morning, and have some intimate sex with him before the boys arrived.

I turned out the lights of the bathroom and opened the door to find the master bedroom dimly lit. Only ambient light sources provided any light at all. I stopped in my tracks so that my eyes could adjust.

From the darkness I heard my Uncle. "Why don't you sleep in here tonight? There is no need for you to mess up another bedroom," he joked.

I was surprised at his invitation, but I didn't want to get into a major discussion about the events of the day. If he wanted to make love to me, I was all for it. But I just didn't want to talk.

I agreed and made my way to the bed he already inhabited. I dropped my things on a side chair and climbed into my Uncle's bed. The sheets felt cool to my skin and the bed was soft yet firm—the way I like them.

Not knowing what to do, I curled up next to my Uncle with my back to him, and told him goodnight. I hoped that he would do something, but I wasn't about to initiate intimacy. 

"Is that any way to treat your Uncle?" he said with a sexually laden tone. "You started something today, missy. And you aren't going to sleep until you finish what you started."

I couldn't believe my ears. My Uncle still wanted to make love to me after all that I did with his golfing buddies. I thought for sure that he would disown me. His invitation brought me back to life. I had no intention of sleeping just yet. I wanted to consummate my love for my Uncle by spreading me legs for him and taking his body into mine.

Yet, I had some lingering doubts about how making love to my Uncle would affect our relationship. He already knew I was a slut, and would fuck his buddies for cash.

Sensing my hesitation, he confessed, "I have loved you as both a Niece and as a woman for such a long time. I watched you grow from a child to a beautiful woman over the years, and as you matured, my love for you changed. I have wanted you as a lover for such a long time, but I never thought it would become a reality."

"My life with your deceased Aunt was an abomination," he continued. "It was the time that you and I spent together that brought joy into my life. I know that we can't ever be more than just casual lovers, but I want you know that I will always cherish you. I love you with all my being and want to take you to bed and love you with all my body."

With those words, there was no going back for me. I placed my fingers to his lips to quiet him. I pulled my nightshirt off and lowered my face to his.

Gazing into his eyes, I experienced one of the most cherished moments of my life. I realized that I had not seen love in a man's eye until that moment. I wish more men understood that such a look would cause a woman to totally submit herself.

I pressed my lips to his and softly kissed him. I gently ran my tongue over his lips and gave him tiny kisses on his mouth. My hand instinctively touched his face. I love to touch a man's face when I really want to give him pleasure. 

My delicate fingers traced the outline of his jaw. I felt the stubble from the short whiskers on his chin. I traced my fingers down his neck to his chest, and touched his nipple.

There was a lingering scent of Paul Sebastian on his body that sent my pussy into immediate action. I actually felt it begin to tighten in anticipation of sex. Scent has always been a source of sexual arousal for me.

My fingertips gently circled his nipple as I kissed his lips, cheek and throat. His nipple hardened from my touch, and I could feel him reacting to my touch. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could.

I lowered my face to his chest and ran my tongue around and across his nipple. I gently flicked his nipple with my tongue and then took it into my mouth. Using my lips, I tugged it gently.

I felt a hand on my head pressing me into his chest. I felt another one reach for my breasts. As I licked and nibbled on his nipple, he fondled mine to full erection.

The hand on my head pressed me downward. I knew what he wanted. He wanted my mouth on his cock, and so did I. I wanted to taste the manhood of my lover. He told me to straddle him with my pussy over his face so that he could lick my pussy as I sucked his cock. 

My hand pulled his cock to my cheek as I ran its head over my face. I felt his fingers exploring my inner thighs. His touch was electric. My legs began to tremor with anticipation.

I stroked his cock so that I could start the pre-cum flowing. When the tiny drops began to appear, I gently licked the tip of his cock with my tongue. I asked him, "Does that feel good, baby?" His only reply was a low moan.

I placed my lips on his cock and lowered my head, making sure to press my lips on his cock as I descended. When I had taken all his cock in my mouth, I paused for a second and began the assent, with a gentle sucking and pressure from my lips. I wanted to take all the time I needed sucking his cock. I wanted to give him the blowjob of a lifetime.

Each time my mouth reached the root of his shaft I could feel the tip of his cock probing my throat, and his pubic hairs tickling my nose and mouth. Each time I reached the top of his cock I gently twirled my tongue around his head, paying particular attention to the sensitive area under the head.

I felt his fingers touching my pussy lips. He stroked my outer lips until they were fully engorged. My pussy petals spread for him like a flower in springtime.

The next thing I felt was his tongue probing my pussy. He used his tongue to make long strokes along the folds. My pussy was so wet that I could see a faint shimmer on his mouth when I looked between our bodies. 

His body was responding to my sucking. Given his reaction, I decided to take my cock sucking to the next level, so I rested my weight on one elbow and traced my fingers along his balls toward his anus. I stuck my finger into my mouth to get it wet, and began to gently massage around his anus. I picked up the rhythm of my sucking so that I was now stroking his cock faster.

After a few minutes of stimulation, I pushed my index finger into his anus up to the first knuckle, and massaged the area just inside the orifice. His body was starting to tense some now and I knew he was building toward ejaculation. Again, I increased the rhythm of my sucking. At this point, my head was almost bobbing.

Although I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I wanted him to cum in my pussy more, so I slowed my sucking to decrease his buildup. He groaned when he realized what I was doing. He wanted to cum, but I wanted him to wait. I wanted him to cum in my pussy.

His mouth was now squarely attached to my pussy. He was tongue fucking me with abandon. Unfortunately, he was having little luck reaching my clit, but it didn't matter to me. It felt glorious. 

Although I really didn't want to remove my mouth from his cock, I needed for him to penetrate my pussy. I looked back at him and asked him if he would like to enter me, to which he agreed in a muffed response.

I moved off of his body and then straddled him. I got on my feet in a squatting position with my pussy in alignment with his cock. I wanted this position so that I could enjoy every inch of his cock.

I slowly lowered my pussy on his cock. As he entered me, I heard him groan, "Damn, you are tight and so warm inside. My cock feels like it is being pressed into a wet heating pad."

When I had all of his cock in my pussy, I stopped and rotated so that I could grind my clit into his pelvis. After grinding my clit, I raised my pussy until the head of his cock was just inside my pussy. I gently squeezed his head with very quick grips, while giving his head short strokes. I than began another decent.

A watched him as he peered between our bodies. I knew he could see my pussy stroking his cock and the shine on his cock from my pussy juice. His cock would disappear in my lips and then reappear. Since I have large inner lips, he could see my lips slide along his cock with every assent.

As I made love to him, I watched his face. He closed his eyes and he made soft groans every time I squeezed the head of his cock with my pussy. As his hips began to move to my rhythm, I increased my tempo. 

As our speed increased, I abandoned the head squeezing so that I could concentrate on fucking him faster. I was closing in on an orgasm, and the magnified engorgement of his cock told me he was building toward one, too.

He looked up at me as I fucked his cock. He raised his upper body and in a smooth motion grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward. I adjusted my legs until we were seated on the bed facing each other with his cock embedded in my pussy. 

He was about to cum and I wanted to cum with him. He pushed his cock with all his strength and placed his mouth on mine. As I felt his body tense, his cock erupted. He was cumming.

With our mouths glued together, I felt his cock spasm and the warm stream of cum hit the back of my pussy. As he came in me, my pussy began to tighten like it always does when I reach climax. Our tongues were dancing as he came in me stroke after stroke. My pussy clamped down on him so that I could squeeze every drop of his precious cum.

We sat there static in time as our orgasms subsided. His cock was still embedded in my pussy and I could feel the familiar pussy spasms from a strong orgasm. As my spasms ceased, we held each other tightly, and felt the pumping of our mutual heart slow its pace. Neither of us wanted this moment to end.

Exhausted, we positioned ourselves for cuddling, but I had one more thing to do before drifting off to sleep in his arms. After giving him a kiss, I moved my face to his deflated cock and took it into my mouth. I licked the cum cocktail from his cock, being as gentle as possible. I them licked his balls and the inner parts of thighs adjacent to his balls.

When satisfied that he was clean, I asked him to watch me. As he opened his eyes, I positioned myself so that my face was directly over the rather large wet spot we had created. While looking directly at him, I lowered my face until my tongue was touching the mixture of our cum. As he watched, I licked the cum off of the sheets. This time I didn't pull the cum from my pussy as Manny had made me do. I wanted my Uncle's cum to stay in my body as long as possible. I wanted him to understand that his cum was precious to me.

As he held me tight in a cuddle, my mind shifted to the exhilaration I was experiencing. It's hard to express what it feels like for a woman to have a man's cock in her. Of course there is the physical feeling of having a hard, warm, velvety object filling your pussy, touching the innumerable sensors within the walls. 

But there is an emotional element that is even more important, at least to me. A pussy is a vacuum and all vacuums need to be filled. Having a man, especially one I love, slide his cock into my pussy makes me whole. It gives you a sense of security. It also provides me with a feeling of being needed and cared for. Finally, it makes me feel bonded to the man, because I allow him entrance to my body. Maybe this is the reason that orgasms for most women are primarily mental, while more physical for men.

As we drifted off to sleep, my thoughts of the next morning entered my mind. I knew that I had placed myself in a position to fuck Manny and the boys in front of my Uncle. That was a given. I also knew that my Uncle would not join in fucking me, but would be there to protect me if Manny decided to abuse me beyond my limits, which are rather expansive. Tomorrow would be a fucking, while this was love making. There is such a huge difference for me, but both have their places in my life.

I needed to talk to my Uncle about this tomorrow morning. I needed for him to understand my limits as to what the boys could do to me. After today, he probably won't be surprised.

Morning came way too early. I awoke about 6:30 when the sunlight caressed my face. I felt fresh and glorious. I reached for my Uncle but his side of the bed was vacant. Damn, is he upset about last night?

I got out of bed and went the bathroom to clean up a bit. I put on my sarong and found some clean linen. After changing the sheets and making the bed, I tiptoed downstairs.

I peeked around the corner and spotted my Uncle reading the morning newspaper at the kitchen table. With as little ceremony as possible, I entered the room, not knowing exactly what to expect. To my relief, my Uncle greeted me with one of his lousy Texas accent attempts at "Hi, sug."

Not being much of a breakfast person, I made some toast and grabbed a cup of coffee. I took a seat opposite my Uncle. It was time to talk about our feelings for each other, what I had done and would be doing in a few short hours.

I really didn't know how to begin the discussion, but I could wait no longer. Building my courage, I simply asked, "What do you think of me and what I have done?"

For a moment, which seemed like a frigging hour, my Uncle looked into my eyes. He set his newspaper aside and scooted his chair to the table. I was waiting for the hammer to drop on me and almost choked on my coffee.




Kitty Tales: Uncle Johnny Ch. 03



"Kitty, you know that I think the world of you," he began. "As I told you last night, my affection for you goes well beyond any family relationship. I know we can't make a life together. That is out of the question for us. But I will always cherish the short time we can be together. When I am on my deathbed, my thoughts will be about you and me." 

The deathbed comment shocked me. I had never envisioned this. My eyes started to water.

"No need to cry," he continued. "I'm not going anywhere yet. Hell, I'm not that fucking old. I don't judge people as long as they aren't hurting others. What people do is their business and above my reproach. One of the problems with this world is that most people are extremely judgmental. Most can only feel good about themselves if they can make others feel bad.

"Why are so many people like that?" I queried.

"That's easy," replied my Uncle. "Most people who are quick to judge and criticize others are actually very insecure. They have little lives and are little people. When they encounter something different from their limited comfort zone, they automatically reject it because it reinforces their insecurity. This is especially true in the world of sexual relationships."

I interjected, "But you saw what I did yesterday. I made love to you and allowed your friends to have me. They are coming over in a short time to do even more. How can you find me deserving of your love?"

"Last night, we made love," he explained. "Yesterday, with Manny, you got fucked. So what? There is a time for fucking and a time for making love. Today, you are going to fuck three men and they are going to take advantage of your body as much as I will let them."

"But, I am going to be fucking three of your friends for money. Doesn't that bother you?" I questioned.

Chuckling, he said, "Nope. Oh, I will catch some crap over it on the golf course. But I would catch more if you did a lousy job of fucking them. Seriously, you were doing it, at last partially, to protect me. But I also believe that you enjoy it. There is nothing wrong with that. Sex is not dirty. People should do what they want without having to worry about the disapproval of others. As long as you avoid hurting others and take care of your son, I will always be supportive of you."

I was relieved to hear these words. Unconditional love is so hard to find. But as I was reveling in my relief, my Uncle did provide me a caution.

"There is one thing that I need to tell you," he sighed. "You need to leave your husband as soon as you can and find someone who will be supportive. The tendencies you have in your sex drive can easily lead you down a slippery slope that could cause you great harm. You need someone to guide you through your sexual exploration."

After contemplating what my Uncle had just told me, I had to agree. My sexual exploration could lead me to total exhilaration and freedom or possible destruction. 

"I need you today as my guide," I pleaded. "Without you there, I think that I would be in deep shit. Manny and the boys are going to try and humiliate me, and you know that I get turned on by that. But you can't let them physically hurt me."

"I won't, Kitty," he interjected. "I'll let them do a lot to you because I know you want that, but I won't let them cross the line."

"You know, for the right man, I don't think I have any sexual limitations," I opined. "I can submit to him totally. Not because I am a doormat, but because it will bring him happiness. When he is happy, I am happy. How can that be a bad thing in so many people's eyes?"

"I have sensed that characteristic in you developing for quite a few years now. Only those ignorant of woman think that a sexually submissive woman has to be a doormat. Some are, but many are actually very strong women who prefer to submit in the bedroom," he added. "While we are on the subject, when you visit the next time, I have someone for you to meet. She is a close friend. She's successful, professional, and a sexual submissive."

"Oh! I'd love to meet her. That would be a hoot. You have been up to no good. Is she bisexual? We three could really have some fun," purred the sex kitten.

Laughing, my Uncle said, "Yep, she sure as hell is. I see a ménage a trois in my future next time you're here. Now, get you sweet ass upstairs and get ready for your guests. You have a business deal to fulfill in a short time, and you are going to give them the fucks of their lives. A deal is a deal."

"No prob, Bob," I retorted. "I need you to come upstairs with me. There are a couple of things you need to do to me to prepare me for the studs coming to fuck me." 



Kitty Tales: Uncle Johnny Ch. 04



This story is the fourth (and final) part of Episode 2: Uncle Johnny. It is better to read the first three parts of the story in order to understand the storyline more fully. As with all of my stories, this one is true with appropriate name changes, and a little dramatic license.

As I skipped up the stairs toward the master bath, I yelled back to my Uncle Johnny, "Sweetie, would you bring my luggage to the master bedroom, while I get ready for the boys, please?"

I knew this morning would be something to remember or maybe to forget. Within a couple of hours, three of my Uncle's golf buddies, all in their 50's and 60's, were coming over so that I could fulfill each of their sexual fantasies. On top of that, they were each going to pay me $1000 for my participation.

Without hearing a response from my Uncle, I proceeded toward the master bath so that I could once again languish in the Jacuzzi. As I slid my body into the hot water and started the jets, my mind energized with anticipation. Since my talk with my Uncle this morning, I was emotionally prepared to take on the PEP boys: Manny, Moe and Jack.

I had no idea what they would select as their fantasies, but I had to be prepared for the worst. Since I limited them to three hours, they at least couldn't do something such as make me exhibit my pussy to a waiter or something like that. Come to think of it, that might be a fun. 

I anticipated what Manny wanted. After being stopped by my Uncle from raping my ass last night, he was sure to want to fuck me there this morning. Well, that's not a problem as long as I am prepared for the assault.

After finishing my bath, I dried off and walked into the master bedroom, where my Uncle was waiting with my luggage. Plopping my butt on the bed, I asked him, "There are two vibrators in my bag. If you don't mind, would you get both of them out for me and bring the lubricant, too?"

After a little searching, he located both. One was quite long and thick and the other was shorter and fairly thin. 

"What are you planning to do with both of these," my Uncle queried.

Laughing, I retorted, "Come over here and bring them with you. You're going to do something with them. I'm not."

I flipped to my stomach and placed a pillow under my hips. Looking back at my Uncle, I told him to lubricate the smaller vibrator. "Now, work some of the lubricant in my ass." 

I closed my eyes and focused on his thick finger massaging my anus. The sensation drove me up a frigging wall. As his finger continued its manipulation, I sighed and relaxed my sphincter. After a minute or two of massage, I asked my Uncle to insert some lubricant inside my ass.

I jumped a little as his finger pushed through the entrance. Damn that felt good. With a staccato voice I asked my Uncle to gently finger fuck my ass.

The vibrator was next on the anal agenda. "Take the smaller vibrator and turn it on. Now, push it into my ass as far as it will go. Just leave it alone and let me enjoy the sensations."

I was in heaven. I have to admit that there was one thing that I like more than having my ass fucked. I gain the greatest pleasure from having a vibrator stuck up my ass and left there, while having my pussy fucked by a nice thick cock. I get goose bumps just thinking about it.

My Uncle seemed to be getting into watching his 30 something Niece on the bed with a vibrator in her ass. He might have been staring at my ass, but he was concentrating on his cock that he was rubbing to full erection.

Damn, he had a nice dick. It was just perfect for me. Rather thick and about six to seven inches long. It was cut with a purplish head. Cocks can be so attractive. There should be some kind of national contest for the best looking cock. Maybe MTV will sponsor it or it can become a new X game on ESPN. That can't be any worse than some of the crap they show.

I rolled over on my back, and asked him to turn on the larger vibrator. This one was about 7 inches long and had a clit appendage. I told my Uncle to push the second vibrator into my pussy until the appendage was pressed against my clit.

Since I was already wet, the vibrator entered without much difficulty. I just closed my eyes and reveled to the vibrations stimulating my ass, pussy and clit. If this went on for any time, I knew I would cum in a torrential flood.

Since my Uncle had his cock at full mast, I asked him to lower it to my face. Within a second I had his beautiful member in my mouth. Sucking him with the techniques I'd used the previous night, it wasn't long until I could feel his orgasm building. This time, I wanted my Uncle to cum in my mouth.

As my index finger made entrance into his anus, I massaged his ass as I sucked his cock. As I felt his orgasm building, I felt my pussy beginning to spasm, which meant my orgasm was not far behind.

Wanting to cum simultaneously, I told him to fuck me with the vibrator inserted in my pussy so that I could get off.

When I felt his cock enlarge, I prepared to drink his cum. I just love the taste of cum. It's actually more a feeling than it is a real taste. I love the feeling of the sticky goo as I swallow. Although most cum has a salty tinge, for the most part, there is little taste, unless the guy has been eating lots of spicy food.

When his cum hit my throat, I pushed my pussy into the vibrator to stimulate my orgasm. As I drank his cum, my pussy clenched the vibrator in one of my harder orgasms.

With both of us spent, I slowly pulled both vibrators from my body, which I was reluctant to do. I hate the empty feeling I have after a vibrator or man vacates from my pussy or ass. I love to just lie there and enjoy the feeling of fulfillment. Men are just too damn quick about pulling out sometimes.

Noting the time, I realized that I needed to finish getting ready for the boys. They would be here in les than an hour now. I still had to put on some makeup and get dressed.

With my Uncle seated on the bed in a semi-comatose state, I rummaged through my luggage until I found the clothes I would wear. I am a habitual packrat and always bring more clothes than I think I will need. Many times, this bad habit has saved my butt.

I pulled out my black leather miniskirt, and a weird top I found in a sex shop it Atlanta. It was nothing more than a leather bra, with black fringe that extended to about waist level. I then pulled out a pair of Victoria's Secret thigh highs, the kind that don't require any attachments to keep them from falling down your legs. By the way, if you ever buy me thigh highs, the only brand I like are Victoria's Secret.

The last part of my attire was a pair of black, "fuck me" pumps. The heels made me about 6 feet in height. There were no panties to put on. If you have read my earlier stories, you know that I never wear panties.

I decided that it was too late to do much with my hair, so I just pulled it up and secured it with some berets. At least it would be difficult for Manny to pull my hair this way, which he had a habit of doing.

I put on a little makeup of which I don't use much, and decided to polish my nails. I used a deep red color nail polish on my fingernails and toes. I think that a woman should always polish her toenails. They look much more visually appealing.

Once my nails dried, I put on my favorite perfume, Happy, and dressed. I was now ready for the boys. But I wanted to get an inspection from my Uncle. I wanted my stud Uncle's approval before fucking his golf buddies.

I strutted out of the bathroom to show off, demonstrating my sexiest walk I could muster. You know how the runway models walk. They place one foot in front of the other so there is significant movement in their asses. That walk gets the guys every time.

"How does your Niece look, Uncle Daddy?" I purred.

My Uncle damn near fell out of his chair. "Damn girl, you look good enough to fuck," he responded. "They will certainly like what they see. If you fuck as fine as you look, I will be winning golf matches for weeks."

"Too bad you'all had to give up your golf game. Well, at least they will get three holes in today," I quipped. "Why don't you go downstairs and wait for them? Lay down the ground rules when the get here, and let me know when I should make my entrance."

"I probably need to tell you that I have a little surprise for you this morning," stated my Uncle. "I hope you like what you see."

"No prob, Bob," was the only answer I could muster. That's all I needed. On top of a gangbang in front of my Uncle, I was getting a surprise. Well, I would make the best of it. At least I'd have another interesting entry for my diary, which I had been keeping since my teenage years.

I became quite nervous as my Uncle waited for their arrival. For one, I was fulfilling a fantasy of mine of being a high-priced escort. That was a good thing. On the negative side, I was a little worried about Manny and his proclivity for humiliating and dominating me. At least my Uncle would be there to protect me.

Getting caught by my son was another thing that made me nervous. To avoid that problem, I called my son, who was staying with friends, to make sure that he wouldn't interrupt his mother's gangbang. It's hard enough to explain to your children when they catch you having sex with their fathers, but explaining a gangbang would be mortifying, to say the least.

After pacing the bedroom floor for what seemed an eternity, I heard the doorbell ring at 10 minutes to nine. My heart jumped, but I chuckled a little. At least one of the boys was anxious. 

Within five more minutes, I heard the doorbell ring two more times. Well, they were all assembled, and I assumed that my Uncle was establishing our ground rules for the gangbang.

As I was preparing myself to make my entrance, I heard the doorbell ring a fourth time. Now I was really nervous. The agreement was with only the three golf buddies. I had no idea who could be the fourth, or even if there was a fourth. I doubted that it was just a neighbor. It was 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning.

I heard muffled talking and laughter emanating from downstairs. At least it seemed that everyone was in a good mood. I heard some movement of furniture, which started me wondering of what they were planning.

Just as I was getting nervous to the point of biting my nails, I finally got the call from my Uncle to make my entrance. With more than a little apprehension, I began the "Green Mile" to my gangbang.

As I was about to turn the corner to the family room, I hesitated. I needed one last moment to solidify my confidence. As I stood there, I heard the voices of the men. They were joking and congratulating each other on their conquest. I heard Manny comment that he didn't get much sleep because of thinking about fucking my ass. That comment was par for the course for Manny.

Interestingly, I heard a higher pitched voice: the unmistakable voice of a woman. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Kewl beans! Someone wanted me to have sex with another woman. That was not a problem at all for me. Heck, I am very bisexual. I just hoped she wasn't butch or anything like that.

Sucking it in, I turned the corner and announced, "Howdy boys. Here's your fuck toy."

I received the obligatory wolf whistles and comments I had hoped I would get, except from Manny, of course. There was no way that dip shit would give me a compliment.

Then I saw her. Damn, she was great looking. I just stared at her without making a sound. My chin must have dropped to my chest. She sure as hell wasn't butch.

My Uncle broke the silence by introducing her to me. Her name was Sherrie, and she was the close friend my Uncle had mentioned during our morning conversation.

My Uncle explained that he had called her early this morning so that she could come over and assist me. He further explained that she was not present to have sex with Manny, Moe or Jack. She was there to have sex with me only. The previous night Jack had commented that his fantasy was to watch two women have sex, so Uncle Johnny set it up to kill two birds with one stone: assist Jack and introduce Sherrie to me.

I wasn't surprised about Jack's fantasy. Many men fanaticize about women having sex, but many get pissed thinking of their wives involved. What's that all about? At least now one of their fantasies would be fun for me. I could get into having sex with this woman any time, place or circumstance.

Sherrie was approximately my height (5'7') and a little heavier than I. She must have been around 130 lbs or so, and I was about 115 lbs. She was probably my senior by a few years. I guessed her to be about 38-40 years old. Her breasts were much larger than my b-cups. She was a good c-cup. She was wearing shorts, so I got a good look at her exquisite legs. 

She was a brunette, which would be a nice contrast to my blonde hair. Her skin was dark from a great tan, but her skin was olive tone, so she probably was dark year round. When she smiled, she exhibited gleaming white teeth. The white of her teeth made a startling contrast to the dark skin of her face.

It was obvious that she took care of herself, and took pride in her appearance. She looked perfect from where I was standing. I could go on and on about my first impression of her, but to sum it up, she was hot. Nuff said.

After scoping her, I looked at my Uncle and smiled my approval. My excitement grew about tenfold in the last couple of minutes, but I can say about 100 times when she approached me and gave me a hug. 

As she hugged me, Sherrie purred, "You are everything Johnny said you are and more. You are gorgeous."

I just melted in her arms. I embraced her in return and she gave me a light, soft kiss on my lips. She whispered into my ear that we were going to have some fun putting on a show for the men.

Although I was choking a little from anticipation, I managed to respond, "You are one of the sexiest woman I've seen in a long time. I will enjoy making love to you."

Uncle Johnny interrupted us with the announcement that Manny, Moe and Jack had drawn cards to determine the order of their fantasy fulfillment. I was actually relieved to hear that Moe was first, Jack second and Manny third. Manny would be the coup de grasse.

My Uncle assumed the role of Master of Ceremony and asked each to give him the payment for their whore. Jack and Moe immediately presented Johnny with $1000 cash. Manny hesitated.

"I'm only going to give the slut $500 now," Manny spat. "The other $500 I'm going to keep until I am satisfied she can fuck like a whore. I don't want some dumb Alabama hillbilly giving me some lousy fuck and getting $1000 for it."

My Uncle started to challenge Manny, but I stepped in.

"That's not a problem Manny," I countered. "I just hope you can tell the difference between a good fuck and a lousy one. I might be wrong, but you don't strike me as someone who has had too many good fucks in your life."

My comments brought laughs from everyone with the exception of Manny. They loved witnessing Manny getting put into his place. The only problem was that I would pay for it later when he got his turn with me.

Glaring at me, Manny gave $500 to my Uncle, which was the cue for my Uncle to get things rolling in the fuck department. First up was Moe. My Uncle asked Moe to share his fantasy with me.

With a sheepish grin, Moe explained, "I want to fuck your pussy and cum on your face."

I smiled and told him that we could do that and that I would enjoy feeling his cum on my face. I asked Moe, "Do you want me naked or do you want to just pull my skirt up?"

Looking straight into Moe's eyes, I grabbed the hem of my miniskirt, and lifted it until my pussy was in view. I spread my legs a little and slid a finger between my pussy lips, and asked Moe, "Is this the what you want?"

Moe looked like a kid on Christmas morning. He walked forward until he could touch me. He unclasped the top I was wearing and pulled it off of my shoulders.

His stubby fingers caressed by tits. He bent over and took a nipple in his mouth. I peered over his shoulder (he was only about 5'8") and looked at Sherrie. I could tell she liked what she saw. Soon, she would taste it.

Moe's hand reached for my pussy and be fingered me. He was a little rough, but that was not a big deal. I expected a lot of rough play this day.

He pulled me to the couch and told me to lie down. He took my right leg and lifted it over the back of the couch, and pushed my left leg off the couch so that my pussy was gapping. His face descended and he licked my pussy lips.

He pulled down the pants of his jogging suit and his underwear. I took a look at his dick before he entered me. It looked decent. Not huge or anything. Average I thought.

Soon his weight was on me. Damn I hate it when heavy men don't support themselves well with their elbows. He had my ass pinned to the couch as he tried to find my pussy with his cock.

Once he finally located the entrance, he started pumping with earnest. Since I was already wet, penetration was easy. I just kept looking at Sherrie as Moe fucked my pussy.

I told him that if he wanted to cum on my face, he needed to lift himself up by his arms so that I could slide under him when he came. I was so relieved when he did. I could finally breath.

As he pumped my pussy, I felt his belly slapping my stomach. I got a kick out of that. But I wanted him to cum, so I started moaning as if I were getting into his fucking.

"Gawd, you feel great!" I moaned. "Fuck my pussy, baby. I want you to cum on my face. I'm your whore." (yadda, yadda, yadda)

His face was turning a bright red with his exertion. His arms were trembling from his own weight. I knew he couldn't last much longer, so I got ready to slide under his cock. He was either going to cum or die trying.

Within a few of seconds, he yelled that he was cumming. He pulled out of my pussy, and I slid my ass down and opened my mouth. He stroked his cock once or twice and his first shot of cum splashed my face. The first shot hit me in the forehead, but the rest was went into my mouth, lips and cheeks.

I lay there until he was finished cumming. He stood and I was about to clean myself when Sherrie kneeled by my face. She kissed me and licked Moe's cum of off my lips. She then licked the cum off of my cheeks and fed it to me with her mouth. That was awesome. Kissing a gorgeous woman and sharing a man's cum made for a kick ass trip.

Sherrie's mouth was moist and warm. Her tongue pressed against mine as she swirled the cum around my mouth. As she fed me, her hands caressed my tits and tweaked my nipples. 

I groaned a complaint when her mouth left mine, but I had another fantasy to fulfill and we both knew that I had to get to it. A deal was a deal.

I looked at the spent Moe and asked, "Moe, did you get your money's worth, sweetie? That was some sweet tasting cum, baby. Sherrie, did you like Moe's cum?"

Playing along, Sherrie responded, "Oh yeah! Moe tasted like nectar, sexy."

Based on the wicked grin on her face and her response, I knew that Sherrie and I would have a lot of fun together today and in the future.

Moe merely smiled as he sat on a family room chair with his deflated cock resting on his crotch.

Next up was Jack. My Uncle asked Jack to explain his fantasy to me. I waited, with baited breath, for his explanation of what he wanted me to do with Sherrie.

"I've always wanted to watch two women having sex," explained Jack. "But I want to also fuck Kitty and have Sherrie eat my cum out of her pussy."

My Uncle Jack looked over at Sherrie to check her response. Eating his cum from my pussy was not part of the original arrangement between Johnny and Jack.

Without any hesitation, Sherrie agreed, "That sounds good to me. I think that's kinky and we all love kinky."

I turned to Jack and asked him if he wanted me to remove my miniskirt to which he agreed. Unsnapping and unzipping the garment, I pushed it to the floor. I was now completely naked except for my thigh highs and "fuck me" pumps.




Kitty Tales: Uncle Johnny Ch. 04



"Keep the hose on but kick off the shoes," Jack commanded. "I want to feel those hose as I fuck this little slut. I'm with Manny on this. She better fuck good or I want part of my money back."

It was humorous watching Jack try to be tough like Manny. I guess he wanted to increase his status with Manny or something like that. But it was easy to see through the façade. Male false bravado can be so charming at times. I didn't really need to, but I decided to play along a little.

"Come on Jack, when are you going to get this for $1000?" I queried. "Two hot women at one time and you get to watch one eat your cum out of the other. Not too many whores would even think of doing that, baby. You hit the jackpot."

Acknowledging my comments, Jack merely smiled. He knew I was right. No pros would do this. Two submissive females would do it for their Dom or Domme, but not two pros. Plus, they wouldn't get into to the fucking and sucking like we would.

Jack looked at Sherrie. "Strip," he commanded.

Sherrie smiled and pulled off her top. Her tits were fucking outstanding. They were a full c-cup. Her nipples and areoles were as brown as an acorn. There were no tan lines around her tits, so she must have sunbathed without her top on.

She waltzed over the Jack and presented her tits to him. "Ya, like?" she asked.

"Fuck yes," he responded. "Their bigger than the Kitty titties. I like big, fat boobs like yours."

It embarrassed me, but he was right. My tiny b-cups were no match for her tits. But did he say fat? Hell, they were fucking perfect, and they weren't fake. You can spot fake tits a mile away.

Looking straight into Jack's eyes, Sherrie pushed her shorts off her hips. In unison all of us stared at the tantalizing sight materializing before us. Unlike me, Sherrie shaved her pussy completely.

There was a small, untanned area around her pussy and a string across her hips. Most of her ass was tan so she must wear a thong. I know most men and women like it when there are no tan lines, but I am an exception. I find it more erotic when a woman has a small area that is concealed from the sun. It accentuates my excitement that I am seeing something that is forbidden to others.

In awe, I watched her turn toward me and smile. She approached me like a predator claiming its feast, and I wanted nothing more than to be eaten by this gorgeous lioness.

She pulled me to the floor and initiated our mutual carpet munching. My Uncle threw some pillows on the floor so that we could make ourselves comfortable, but it didn't matter to me. Comfortable or not, I was going to have this woman all to myself. I couldn't have cared less what Jack did or didn't do to me. All of my concentration was on Sherrie.

If you know something about me, you know that I am extremely bisexual. Along with older men, my favorite sex is with a woman. I can eat pussy all day and night, and love a woman's mouth on my slit.

Our love making was electric. We slithered together like two snakes embraced in a love dance. My fingers were in her pussy and her fingers were exploring mine as we mutually fingered lips, pussies and clits. 

We rolled on the floor, exchanging who was on top of whom. All the time we fingered each other. We pressed our mouths together in an attempt to devour the other. I felt as if I had integrated with her into one body that was providing itself with pleasure.


With little regard to who it was, I felt someone pull Sherrie's hand from my pussy. I protested to the detachment in a muffled groan. I felt another set of fingers prying my pussy lips apart, but these fingers weren't as gentle. I knew that Jack was about to fuck my pussy.

Jack's voice yanked me out of my bliss. "Sherrie, get on your back. Kitty get on your hands end knees, straddle Sherrie's face, stick your ass up and lower your face to her pussy."

As we repositioned our bodies, Jack slid some cushions under Sherrie's head until her mouth was within reach of my pussy.

"Kitty, eat Sherrie while I fuck you. Sherrie, lick Kitty's clit and pussy while I fuck her. Play with my balls and lick my cock as I fuck Kitty," Jack instructed.

Once I was on top of Sherrie, I lowered my face, which automatically raised my ass to receive Jack's cock. He entered without hesitation, and Sherrie and I continued our love making.

As I licked and sucked on Sherrie, I glanced between our bodies to ascertain what Sherrie was doing. I had a great view of the proceedings if I detached my face from her pussy.

It's hard to describe the stimulation from such as view. Watching a gorgeous woman alternate from sucking on your clit, while licking a man's cock and playing with his balls as he fucks your pussy is probably the most stimulating sexual visual a bisexual woman can experience.

I was somewhat oblivious to the fucking my pussy was getting from Jack. Don't get me wrong, it felt great, but my focus was on Sherrie. There are some women who attest to being bisexual, but when it comes down to it, they prefer that other women eat their pussies. I don't have a serious problem with those women who are more into receiving than giving, but a woman like Sherrie, who is focused on stimulating the other woman, is someone to be cherished and nurtured.

As I switched from watching Sherrie and working on her pussy, I felt Jack's tempo increase. His hands were on my hips now, and he was preparing to cum. I didn't mind him finishing, but it would mean that I would have to stop playing with Sherrie, and Manny was waiting on deck.

Within a few more strokes, I felt his cock enlarge in preparation to ejaculate. I pressed my face to Sherrie's pussy as I heard Jack moan, "Fuck, that's good. Squeeze my balls while I cum, Sherrie."

I felt Jack's cock erupt as he slammed himself into my pussy. He shot load after load into me as he continued to pound. He certainly negated any questions about the sexual prowess of a middle-aged man, even before the days of Viagra.

As his cock deflated, so did my enjoyment. Manny was impatiently waiting his turn with me, and I would probably not have much attention from Sherrie. I couldn't see Manny wanting to share.

After Jack pulled his cock from my pussy, both Sherrie and I remained glued to each other's pussies. I could feel some of Jack's spunk tricking out of my pussy, so I knew Sherrie was getting another taste. Damn, Sherrie challenged me as a cum slut. 

She stuck her fingers into my pussy and scooped Jack's sperm. She told me to open my mouth and she slipped a load of it into my mouth. I sucked her finger until it was clean. She took another scoop and stuck it into her own mouth and sucked her finger. She continued the sequence until my pussy was clean of Jack's spunk.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my long forgotten Uncle. He said it was time to take on my last client of the morning. I knew what he meant, so I reluctantly pried myself from Sherrie and stood.

As I composed myself, Manny announced his "fantasy." "I want you to bend over the dinning room table. I want to fuck your ass, but first I want to spank that sweet ass of yours."

I had no problem with being spanked. In fact, I rather enjoy it as long as it isn't too hard. But with Manny, I knew that a playful spanking was not his plan.

I responded, "Not a problem, Manny. I liked to be spanked."

"Well, you might change your mind some when I'm finished," he retorted. "I plan to spank you with a ping pong paddle 20 times. Then I am going to ram my cock in your ass. You think you will like that spanking? My bet is that you will be wailing."

I gave my Uncle a concerned look. He knew that I had a problem with 20 spanks with a paddle, so he challenged Manny. "That's too much, Manny. I think 5 is sufficient, and no spanks to other parts of her body. No spanking of her tits, legs, pussy or any other part of her body. And you or someone must lubricate her ass well before fucking it."

Manny contemplated my Uncle's comments and his resolve. Sensing my Uncle's unwillingness to concede, Manny countered, "Fine, five swats, but I'm not going to lub her ass. If someone else wants to they can have at it. Oh, one last thing, drop your hair. I need something to grab while fucking you."

I pulled the berets from my hair and walked to the table. All I could think about was the long drive home later in the day with welts on my ass. It was going to be one uncomfortable ride.

I lowered myself on the dinning room table with my face and breasts resting on the surface. I stretched my arms out in front of me and spread my legs. With a pensive look, I turned my face toward Sherrie. I needed her strength.

"Jack, move around the table and grab her arms," Manny commanded. "Pull them tight, so she can't buck. Moe, get under the table and grab her legs and hold them still."

Jack grabbed my wrists and held my arms tight against the surface of the table. Moe did his part, too.

Fully immobilized I awaited my spanking. I felt Manny approach me and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the first swat. The bastard teased me by making comments about how much of an easy fuck I was. The bastard did this on purpose, because he didn't want me to anticipate when the first swat would come. It worked. The first took my totally by surprise.

WHACK came the first swat, with such force that it made me buck so hard I drove my thighs into the table, bruising them. 

WHACK came the second swat directly on the location of the first, as my pain increased tenfold.

WHACK came the third swat, as sweat beaded on my forehead because of the pain and humiliation.

WHACK came the fourth swat, as my ass burned like a lava flow.

WHACK came the last swat, as tears welled up in my eyes from the intolerable pain.

When my spanking was over, I remained on the tabletop as they released their grips on my body. I was quietly sobbing now from the pain, but an ass fucking was still to come.

"Does anyone want to lub her ass before I fuck it?" asked a gleeful Manny. He was so damn proud that he hurt me and made me cry.

I felt soft hands on my ass and a soothing ointment being applied. I looked over my shoulders to see Sherrie gently running her delicate hands over my ass cheeks.

The aloe gel smothered most of the fire emanating from my ass cheeks. I was so grateful that my Uncle invited her, I could have kissed him, if I could have stood at the moment.

I felt Sherrie's fingers work lubricant into my ass. First she massaged lubricant to the outside of my anus, which was a pleasure. She then gradually slid her finger into my ass and pushed copious amounts in my rectum. I heard her tell Manny to pull out his dick.

I heard Manny groan and realized that Sherrie was stroking his cock to full length using the lubricant. It was an effective tactic. Manny got a woman to stroke his cock, and Sherrie made sure that there was plenty of lubricant in me and on his dick.

Manny grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pried them apart. He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my ass and grabbed my hair. He pulled my hair so that I was forced to raise my head and rest my chin on the table. He maintained a constant tension, but didn't pull hard enough to hurt too badly.

Manny commanded Jack and Moe to resume their positions holding my arms and legs so that I was immobile.

I eased my sphincter to prepare myself for the ass fucking I was about to receive. It was a good thing that I did, because Manny wasted no time in pushing his cock into my ass.

With a few short strokes, his cock was past my sphincter and most of was buried deeply in my ass. I could feel his pubic hairs nestling against my ass cheeks when his cock reached its full impalement.

Thankfully, he started somewhat slowly. But as his lust for my domination increased so did his speed. He soon was fucking my ass with full vengeance for the women who had hurt him in the past.

I relaxed as much as I could, but it still hurt. I love being ass fucked, but gently. This was not gentle. This was within an eyelash of raping me with my consent.

He lost his grip on my hair and my chin bounced on the tabletop. Jack was pulling my arms out straight, but Moe had released my legs. He decided that playing with my pussy while Manny fucked my ass was more fun than just securing my legs.

I was getting to the point where I was about to yell for my Uncle to stop the brutal assault, but I felt Manny begin to cum. There was no warning of his ejaculation. He just exploded in my pussy as his cock rammed me like a piston. He blurted out something intelligible when he came in me. I'm sure it had something to do with me being a whore or slut.

Once Manny had finished with me, he unceremoniously pulled his cock from my ass. His withdrawal brought another flicker of pain as my sphincter slammed shut, or at least as close to being shut as was possible at the moment.

The boys released my body, but I didn't have the strength to move just yet. I could feel some of his cum being purged from my ass. There was always a lot of cleaning up to do after a man cums in your ass. 

Manny decided to add insult to my injury. "That was not bad, but not worth $1000 to me. Keep the $500. Fuck better next time if you want a thousand."

I was too exhausted and hurt to complain, so I just said to myself, fuck it. But my Uncle and Sherrie came to my assistance. My Uncle told Manny to pay up. I had done my part. 

Sherrie interjected that she had an idea. Talking to Manny, she asked, "Would it be worth the extra cash if I cleaned her up with my mouth?"

Manny retorted, "That sounds good to me. I like watching two cum sluts going after each other. Sure, suck my cum from her ass and I will give you the other $500. You can do with it what you want."

I felt Sherrie's soft, delicate hands on my ass. As I remained prostrated, Sherrie placed her lips to my anus and licked the cum that had trickled out. I damn near climaxed as I felt Sherrie pull my sphincter open with her fingers, place her lips on my asshole and suck. I actually felt a large glob of cum pop into her mouth from my ass. She then gently massaged the inside of my rectum as far as her tongue would explore, and tongue fucked me. My gawd, it was the tongue fucking of a lifetime.

The boys were whooping it up watching her do this to me. None of them had ever witnessed anything like this before. They chided Manny into throwing the rest of the money on the table.

Once Sherrie was finished, she kissed both of my ass cheeks and helped me to move off the table to a chair. A little more aloe gel would have been nice at that moment.

Uncle Johnny collected the cash and asked the boys to have a beer out on the deck. It was getting close to noon, and my son would be arriving soon, so I had to start getting myself pulled back together.

With some support from Sherrie, I walked toward the stairs. The funniest thing happened while we gradually made our way arm in arm. I thought of the final scene in Casablanca, my favorite movie.



Kitty Tales: Uncle Johnny



As his hands did a number on my tits, I reached for his cock. He was still wearing his shorts, so I could only squeeze his dick. It felt impressive. Now I was certain that I had to have it, so I uttered the two most beautiful words a woman can say: Fuck Me. Followed by the three most beautiful words: Fuck Me, Now!

He stood up and looked down at me. It was as if he were surveying the terrain for the best location to land. In the state I was in, he could have landed anywhere. It was all his to take anyway he wanted.

As he knelt by the lounge, his hands gently raised one of my feet and he began to lick my toes. He started underneath them and then gradually sucked them into his mouth one at a time. When he reached my big toe, he sucked it like a woman sucks a man's cock. It was heaven on earth.

As he sucked on my toes and licked the arch of my foot, he stroked the insides of my thighs, which I opened for him. He had gradually maneuvered himself so that I could reach his cock while sucking me, so I tried to return the favor by squeezing his cock again. Unfortunately, there was no good way to get to his cock in this position, but I knew that I would have it soon. So, I just relaxed and gently squeezed. I did feel a small patch of moisture on the front of his shorts. Obviously, he was into this, too.

He kissed his way up my legs until his face was within a tongue lash of my pussy. I love to have my pussy eaten, so I was preparing for one hell of an orgasm.

He started by nuzzling my pussy and gently blowing on it. My pussy lips were engorged and spread waiting for him to lick. There was a fire running through my body that had to be extinguished and only a hard cock ramming into my pussy or ass would do that for me. 

He began to gently lick the folds of my pussy. At first he used the tip of his tongue to tickle my lips, and then he used the flat of his tongue to give my entire pussy as tongue bath. I about jumped out of my chair when his tongue finally touched my clit. My hips were starting to grind now and I felt one of my preliminary orgasms building.

He had now slid two fingers into my pussy, while his mouth continued to work on my clit. I don't know how he knew to do this but he curled his index finger around so that he could massage the front of my pussy on the inside just above my clit. That is where I am the most sensitive and it just drives me bananas when a man or woman does that to me.

He circled the inside of my pussy with his fingers, exploring every inch, but he continually came back to that wonderful spot. My preliminary orgasms were now building toward the big one. I can cum for three or more minutes at a time when I have the big one. Actually, it's a series of intense orgasms that come one right after another until I am just totally exhausted.

My hips were gyrating to the rhythm of the finger fucking I was receiving. I lost my grip on his cock, grabbed the back of his head and pulled his entire face into my pussy. I swear that I almost drowned him.

I was humping his face with my pussy as he was frantically fucking my pussy with his fingers and sucking on my clit. As I was reaching the point of no return, I felt his other hand on my ass. He was searching for my anus.

Once he located it, he started to tease my sphincter, but I needed more than that. As he gently pushed a finger into my sphincter, I pushed forward with so much force that his finger slid into my ass all the way until I could feel his palm on my ass cheeks. Because of a lack of lubrication except for what had dripped from my pussy, I bolted from the intrusion that I had caused. But the pain quickly subsided as my sphincter adjusted to his finger. He began to finger my ass in rhythm with his fingering of my pussy.

I was now being fingered fucked on both ends, and he was trying to stay with me as I bucked against him. Believe me, no cowboy could have done a better job, and he made it well past eight seconds.

The bucking must have gone on for 10 minutes or more, but I had no concept of time. I was just concentrating on the pleasure that I was receiving. I was a bitch in heat.

When I did hit the big one, my body became so tense that I thought I was going to have internal hemorrhage. It was so intense. I guess that fact that I had not had any sex lately and the thought of fucking my uncle took me way over the top.

Once Johnny felt my body relax, he stopped fingering me. I was in a state of bliss as he knelt by my face. He kissed me again and I tasted my own wetness on his mouth. As he unsnapped his shorts, I turned on my side so that I could suck that beautiful cock. Unfortunately, sucking his cock would have to wait.

Voices startled me from my orgasmic bliss, and Johnny quickly pulled his pants up. I heard a man's voice calling out to Johnny and the gate to the backyard opening. I grabbed my clothes and ran for the house, but I know I was spotted. I wasn't moving too swiftly at the time.

I slipped into the downstairs bathroom and put my clothes back on. As I got my act together, I walked back to the pool area. I was greeted by a wolf whistle from the boys. Three of Johnny's friends, his golf buddies, had come over to cheer him up.

I had met all them some time ago, and they were nice guys, except for one who was a real jack off. They were in their 50's to early 60's and average looking for middle-aged men. All of them were married and had professional jobs. They all had some status in the community, and could lose much if they were ever caught like Johnny was. Getting caught licking your niece's pussy and finger fucking her ass is usually not a good thing, especially in Alabama.

They apologized for interrupting whatever was going on and started to leave. They gave Johnny a look that told me they knew exactly what was going on. Johnny looked mortified, nervous and frustrated. 

I knew from their looks that something had to be done quickly. I was worried that they would spread rumors about Johnny now that I was caught buck naked. So I made a quick decision. Since murdering them was out of the question, another course of action would have to suffice.

My only option was to bring them into the little party so that they couldn't tell anyone for fear of their wives finding out. As they started to leave, I told them that they didn't have to leave. With that, they all turned around, looked at each other and then Johnny, and smiled.