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Dirty Little Secrets

By: MWG



The first time I had laid eyes on my uncle, I was ten years old. Even from then, he had a certain appeal that I couldn't get over.

Actually, to be truthful, he was my step-uncle. My mother had gotten remarried; Cliffe was my stepfather's younger brother by about an 8 year age difference. Cliffe was 21 when I was introduced to him at a gathering my mother and stepfather--who was then only her boyfriend--had at Mom's house. 

Even though I was ten and wasn't really awakened to my sexuality at that point, I still remember being quite taken with his presence. He was a very large fellow, standing at about 6'4. He had spiky, deep brown hair and eyes to match. He was built very solidly, and I learned why: he'd been a football player in high school, a linebacker. He was broad, tall, and large, but not fat--the kind of guy you could run at and collide with, and you'd find yourself on the ground as if you'd charged a brick wall. My stepfather was his polar opposite; where Cliffe was interested in sports and had physical capability, my father was more into science and things more exercising of the mind than the body. He was also smaller than Cliffe, more narrow in structure, and a little shorter. It was a little hard to believe that they had descended from the same parents, but they had, and once my mother and stepfather married, Cliffe was officially part of the family.

Which should have translated to "off limits". 

However, as I grew older and began to explore sex and experience attraction, I found myself attracted to Cliffe. He was every bit the type I had realized I went for: broad, strong, but not overly a "muscle man", with dark features and a mid-pitched voice. I didn't like the male voice too nasally, nor did I like a booming bass...an odd thing to contemplate, but as I first began to notice men, everything was a point of analyzation for me. Everything I had discovered I liked about the opposite sex, I saw in Cliffe...only the conflict of interest in that he was family, even if by law, had me in turmoil.

Cliffe visited from time to time, usually to see his brother. He had a passing sort of affection for me; I was a very precocious girl and often found that most people my own age were a consummate bore in conversation. Normally, I talked to my father or mother, and befriended people a few years my senior, hoping to find more maturity than seemed readily available in my age pool. Conversation with Cliffe was rapid, witty, and intellectual, and I began to look forward to his visits more and more as I grew older and, of course, smarter. 

Time passed as briskly as autumn leaves fell from trees. Cliffe had been single and dating for awhile during my teenaged years, but that soon came to an end one day when I was nineteen and in my first semester of college. He met, dated, and soon married a girl named Elaine. When I met her, I liked her; she was smart, funny in a more benign way than the razor sharp wit my uncle often preferred, and educated. She did, however, seem a bit conservative for Cliffe. I've heard of opposites attracting, but something about her just didn't seem to completely fill Cliffe's personality. She seemed like the type to make a model wife, mother, homemaker, and everything else that comes with marriage. Maybe I was wrong, but I always felt Cliffe was the type for a more...risque companion, or at least one that had a little brass to her. Elaine was your typical "nice girl". 

Still, I attended the wedding and wished them well. I had dressed in a tight, basic black sheath of a dress, but in my normal unique fashion, I decided to pair it with a pair of old-fashioned fishnet hose, the kind with a very wide grid pattern and seams up the calves. Black, three-inch, patent leather heels topped it off. I had my own way of dressing for an occasion. I got a few puzzled stares from my stepfamily, but most seemed to enjoy my anachronistic mix-and-match fashion. The whole time especially, I felt my newly married uncle's eyes all over me. Even during the ceremony, as they stood before the priest, his eyes fell on me in a strange way. They almost said to me, "This feels like more of an ending than a beginning." Perhaps he had had the same curiosity about me as I about him, but now that he had tied the knot, nothing was possible anymore.

Which, to me, was a matter of opinion.

Defiantly enough, I felt there was something unfinished between us. Marriage or not, if we chose to finish it, I simply felt that my new aunt had stepped in a trifle too soon. Perhaps it was her fault, perhaps not...but I still felt no guilt over keeping an ever-interested eye on Cliffe. > > > > > > > > I continued typing, not really listening much as my mother carried on the other end of the phone, giving me the news of what was going on with my younger brother's grades, my stepfather's job, and others. It was nine o'clock and I was in my dorm room, finishing up an assignment. I sort of wished she'd reach her point and say goodnight. 

"By the way," my mother added, "your uncle Cliffe doesn't live that far from your campus. If you're going to attend Jim's dedication next week, maybe you should ride with him. It's a long way out to Adkins, and you mentioned that you didn't know how to get there."

"Well, I want to go," I said, fibbing just a bit, "but we're going to have to head off really early to make it on time. Would Cliffe even be willing to go out of his way before he leaves?"

"You could stay at his house that night. That way, you could just wake up in the morning and go," Mom suggested.

"Sounds good. Does he know about this?"

"I'll call and ask him for you. I'm sure he won't mind."

"You think we'll take Elaine's car or his? He still drives that tiny little foreign thing that I'm not sure how he manages to fit into."

"Elaine's not going. She has to leave town a few days beforehand. Her grandfather just died, I told you earlier," Mom said. "I knew you weren't listening because I still heard you typing."

My face grew red, and my hands fell from the keyboard. "Oh. Sorry. That's too bad about her grandfather. But sure...see if Cliffe would mind if I rode with him that morning. If not, I suppose I won't go. Too far, too early, and I'd be sure to get lost."

"Okay, but don't worry. Why would he object?" Mom paused, and I could hear a sneeze muffled in the background. "In the meantime, I need to get to bed. I've caught something, apparently. I'll talk to you later on, okay, dear?"

"Sure. Love you," I said.

"I love you, too. Goodnight."

I hung up the phone, the widest grin playing across my face. > > > > > > > > > > Mom had made good on her offer, and she called me a few days later to inform me that Cliffe said he'd be more than happy to let me stay over and give me a ride to the dedication the next day. I wasn't particularly thrilled about the dedication ceremony--some school was dedicating a building to my grandfather, I wasn't exactly sure what for--but I'd never spent more than a few hours with Cliffe, and especially never at his house. Cliffe was always pretty busy with work, so when he did visit, it was never for long. I would actually be spending the night at his house. And almost as if fate had smiled on it, Elaine would be out of town then. It would be just the two of us. If nothing happened, then nothing happened. If something did happen, however, then nature could properly take its lustful course. I remembered, however, that the interest for all those years had seemed almost totally on my part. He had given me a rare few sidelong glances, but maybe they were just of a familial admiration. Perhaps he wasn't even interested in me at all, not to mention the fact that he was now married, and might have a strong constitution against infidelity.

Still, the prospect was exciting. Anything could happen, and that didn't mean that I couldn't attempt to nudge the outcome in a favorable direction. 

Cliffe had called me, to my surprise, at the dorm the morning of my expected arrival at his house. He told me to come by around four, which was when he normally returned home from work. 

"Basically, we'll just park your car in the driveway and the next morning, we'll take my car to Adkins. When we come back, you can drive back to school from there," he explained.

"Well, what are we going to do from four in the afternoon today, onward?" I pressed, curious as to why I was arriving so early.

"I dunno, we'll do...something. You've never really spent any time over here. The last time I saw you was my wedding. I figured we'd get reacquainted...you know, sit around, shoot the breeze, watch movies if you want. I just got a few new DVD's with a lot of awesome stuff on them, if you're interested," he said, his voice giving away the fact that he seemed to be really looking forward to that afternoon.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you want. I'm not hard to entertain," I said pleasantly. "I'll see you at four today, then."

"At four," he repeated. "I...I'll...see you then."

We hung up, and my brow knitted. He'd never been a stutterer. I shrugged, and started to pack a knapsack with a few things I'd need for the night.

I started to reach for my normal pajamas, a pair of comfortable old sweatpants with the legs cut off to make shorts, and a soft, nearly threadbare old tank top...but something stopped me. I walked to my bureau and rummaged through the top drawer, finding a black silk slip of a nightgown, the hem stopping just below the underside of my ass. To match, I included a very skimpy pair of black underwear, the back of which was cut high to reveal nearly half of my ass. The sides were as thin as twine, almost. I threw those two items into my bag, along with a few toiletries, my brush, a cd player and a few cd's, and a book for the trip to Adkins. 

I left the knapsack by my bed and headed to class. Four o'clock wasn't that far off, but it seemed like eternity. Especially having to sit through poli sci to get to it. > > > > > > > > At around three thirty, I was behind the wheel of my well-worn, but reliable red car, pulling on a cigarette and heading for my uncle's house. He lived in a neighborhood where all the houses were very nice and well-manicured, but all fairly small and structurally identical to one another. They were painted in different colors, but very subtlely different...there were some white houses, light gray, light blue, and light yellow as well. The architecture of them all was identical. Had I not known his actual street address, I could have easily gotten lost. 

However, I found his house without a hitch and parked in the driveway, pleased to see he had beat me home. I pressed the doorbell and he answered, having already changed from his normal slacks and a tie to athletic pants and a T-shirt, his standard casual attire. His hair had been freshly cut, I could tell, and was spiked into its normal style. I stood at about 5'11, very tall for a woman, but still had to reach up to hug his powerful neck. I loved feeling his sturdy arms around me, and even in something as innocent as a greeting hug, a little charge went through me. 

"College girl, huh?" Cliffe said, motioning towards my sweatshirt, emblazoned with my alma mater's name and crest. 

I rolled my eyes. "Don't tell anyone. My parents would have a heart attack, with all the talk I used to do about just heading off to California to break into entertainment," I joked. I had actually wanted to be a musician and still did, but I went to college just in case things didn't work out for me in that department. 

"Liking it so far?" Cliffe called over his shoulder, heading to the kitchen. I was setting my bag down near a couch in the living room. "Yeah, it's not as scary as I thought it would be," I answered. I plopped down on the couch and just sort of sunk back, taking the first breather since I had woken up that morning. He reemerged from the kitchen and handed me a dark brown bottle of Amber Bock beer, my favorite.

I grinned, impressed. "How'd you know?" I asked, sucking back a healthy swig.

"Your dad told me," he said simply. I had pretty lenient parents, and as long as they knew I wasn't leaving the house or driving especially, they indulged me in a little beer or wine on occasion. 

"Dear old dad," I remarked with a smile, taking another sip, relishing the rich, nutty flavor. "So I heard Elaine's grandfather passed on."

Cliffe grimaced. "Yeah. She was pretty upset when she left. She flew out yesterday afternoon. I wasn't sure if she was mad at me for not going with her or what," he explained, shaking his head. "But let's not go into that. I'm sure she'll be alright."

"Yeah. She's a big girl. She'll be fine," I agreed, closing the subject. 

"So anyhow, I usually eat dinner a little early. What say we grab a seat somewhere fairly nice and eat?" Cliffe suggested with a smile. 

"Perfect," I agreed instantly, famished. I had eaten nothing all day but a cherry Pop-Tart earlier that morning.

"I'm in my sit-around clothes. I'm going upstairs to put on something a bit nicer," Cliffe said. "Be down in a bit."

As he ascended the carpeted steps, I set my beer down on the coffee table in front of me and reached for my garment bag. I had brought a dressy outfit for the next day's outing, and one of my fairly nice evening ensembles. I was already wearing a pair of my good jeans. I pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it next to me on the couch. I pulled my dress shirt, a flowing sort of peasant's shirt with embroidery and belled sleeves, from the garment bag. I slipped it easily over my head, and turned around in time to see Cliffe standing at the bottom of the stares, mouth slightly agape as I pulled the shirt down. 

"Oh. Sorry. You left and since I had privacy, I decided to put on something a little nicer, myself. Didn't mean to put on a show," I said casually, even though my ears grew hot at having embarrassed myself.

"It's...you ready?" Cliffe said, seeming to abruptly shut the image from his head. I didn't know whether to take that as a bad sign or not one at all. 

"Sure," I said, letting out my breath. Perhaps I didn't know what I was doing. Or maybe I knew just what I was doing. 

Things weren't exactly going according to plan yet. > > > > > > > > "I'm just saying, that pass interference rule is stupid. I mean, the point of the defense is to keep the other team from getting to their endzone. It's perfectly sensible that a tackler would go for the receiver, and yet they can't tackle until the ball gets into his hands? That's bullshit," I said, following Cliffe up the steps to his house.

"I know what you're saying, but those are the rules, and that was pass interference. The ref called it fairly," Cliffe laughed. We had spent most of dinner watching and arguing over a game playing on an overhead television at the restaurant. 

"It's still a stupid rule," I shot back in mock indignation. 

Cliffe threw his keys onto a small table in the foyer and flipped the lights on. I dropped my coat over the arm of a chair. 

"So what about those movies, huh? Think a movie night is in order?" I suggested, motioning towards his very large flat screen TV. 

"Well, to tell the truth, we've got a pretty early start ahead of us in the morning, and I myself am pretty tired. I was up at five this morning. Say we take a raincheck on that?" Cliffe said politely.

I tried not to make my disappointment too evident. "Yeah...yeah, a raincheck, then," I agreed weakly, reaching for my knapsack.

"I'm going to go ahead and turn in for the night. There are linens in the hall closet, and the couch folds into a bed," Cliffe said, heading for the stairs. "Goodnight."

"'Night," I replied simply. I slumped on the couch dejectedly.

I had been wrong. All these years, it seemed, I had been wrong.

I sighed and picked up my bag, heading to the bathroom to change, and to grab some blankets for the bed. I had brought only the sexy black lingerie to sleep in, so even though I wouldn't be modeling it for anything other than the living room walls, I changed into it. I rummaged in the closet and pulled out some sheets and a quilt, and headed to disassemble the couch into my bed for the night. 

After I had arranged the folding bed to my liking, I decided that even if Cliffe was going to be a party pooper, I would stay up and watch a movie before drifting off to sleep. I sorted through the titles in the cabinet of the entertainment center. Nothing looked really interesting to me. I found a few that would do if I didn't find anything I hadn't already seen. I then noticed, towards the back, a separate black nylon DVD holder. I grabbed at the strap and pulled it out, unzipping it to reveal the contents. 'Carnal Coeds', 'The Lust Factory', 'California Fornicating', and so on.

Cliffe had pornos!

I replaced the other movies I had previously set aside, and decided to choose from this lurid little selection. I found one, called, "Valley of the Virgins" starring a cast of well-hung men and pre-teenaged looking women (the box insisted all actors were 18 or older, but from the looks, I had a hard time believing that about the movie's feature heroines). 

If I wasn't getting the real thing tonight, at least I could watch some people who were. > > > > > > > > I had settled back on the couch/bed, the remote beside me, and had started the movie. The movie was a collection of disjointed stories, all of older men seducing younger girls, and sometimes vice versa (what an ironic selection for me, given the night's failed agenda). Even though the acting was typical of most porno movies--awful--the sex was actually quite intense. I found myself growing wet after a few minutes of the first scene.

My nipples were hardening and I could see their outlines, straining through my nightie, in the glow of the television. An insistent throb had settled into my netherparts, and I eased one of my well-manicured hands under the thin fabric of my panties and caressed my slit gently, putting a little pressure on my hooded clit. Even without spreading myself open, I could feel a leaking wetness on my outer lips; I realized that most of this frustration wasn't from the movie, but from my botched attempt to be with my uncle Cliffe. Failure can be a pretty potent aphrodisiac, especially when the goal is sex. 

I easily slipped a single finger between my outer lips, feeling the moistened, sultry core. I could distinctly feel my own accelerated pulse, the throb that my arousal had sent shuddering through my pussy. I opened my eyes a little to see where the scene had progressed during my fun, and I saw that the actor was behind a very young looking girl, his cock buried deep within what must have been a glove-tight pussy, his balls slapping her smooth, unblemished ass. In my mind, I superimposed my face and my body into that scene, and behind me was none other than Cliffe, his cock the one breaching my vagina like a steel beam wedged into the tiniest of pores.

I was soon masturbating with abandon, not really aware of what noise I was making, the things I was saying, the vulgarity of my position...all I could concentrate on was the burgeoning ache deep down in my pussy. I writhed and moaned, burying my fingers inside my cunt, my skin flushed with sex fever...I was vaguely aware that, in the midst of my groans, I was murmuring, "Cliffe...mmmmm, Cliffe..." My imagination was really on him, so much that between the suggestive action of the movie and the realness of my own fingers touching myself, it almost felt as if he was there, pleasing me the way I so badly wanted.

However, some sense, something that managed to permeate my lust fueled excursion, made my eyes open suddenly. And there, standing above me, was the object of my lust, an imaginary apparition come to life.

Cliffe had seen the whole thing. > > > > > > > > I sat up suddenly, mortified beyond all belief. My mouth flew open, a million excuses flying all at once through my head, my brain trying desperately to pan through and find one that would even come close to explaining why I was masturbating here, in his house, watching a skin flick, and calling his name.


Dirty Little Secrets



My name is Jack and I live in a small town called Petersville.

Petersville oozes respectability on the surface, mostly white in its population make-up and all very much middle class and well to do but if the truth be known it is a little town with a lot of dirty secrets, and even more dirty linen that is kept hidden from the outside world and its prying eyes.

As the town's Doctor's son I am privy to a lot of these unspoken secrets, when I hit my late teens I started to help my father in his surgery, I did all of his filing for him so that his receptionist of 20 years could get on with other more important office duties and because of this I found out a lot of interesting things about many of the local townsfolk.

You see my father kept very copious notes on his patients, he was not only their Doctor but their confidant too, and he was a meticulous man with a meticulous mind and his notes were very revealing.

I wondered what his patients would think of him if they knew he wrote very impersonal notes about their private lives and kept them in a filing cabinet that wasn't even lockable.

As Bart Simpson would say, "they'd have a cow if they knew!"

For example one of my father's patient was Mrs Arabella Jones, she was the wife of the local Bank Manager, she was 38 years old, had two teenage sons who I had gone to school with, but when she was 18 years old she'd got so drunk on cherry brandy she had put out for the whole school football team in the locker room after a big game, she got knocked up, not surprising really and ended up giving the baby up for adoption.

What she didn't know was that her daughter, the result of the football gang bang was living in town and was dating her eldest son Paul!

Her very respectable family paid for it all to be covered up, none of the boys in question wanted to be known as "gang bangers" so Mrs Jones secret was kept in the dirty linen closet where it belonged.

Mrs Jones had got married very quickly after she secret birth of her bastard daughter, and had another child within ten months of her marriage to the son of one of a city lawyer who kept a holiday home in Petersville.

Arabella was under the impression that her baby daughter had been adopted out of town.

She had been but the family had moved to Petersville when little Candy was two years old, and of course the only person who did know this was my father who had said nothing to either Mrs Jones or Candy's adoptive parents.

In his notes on Mrs Jones file, he had put, "It matters not that Candy is dating Paul, it was a private adoption and Candy will never find out she is adopted because the birth certificate has been changed and to all intents and purposes she is the real daughter of Mr and Mrs Willows, anyway Paul is a healthy boy who needs to get his rocks off and Candy is putting out for him on a regular basis, she is sensible about the pill which is more than can be said for her mother all those years ago."

My father I soon realized was actually quite indifferent to the people he cared for, in fact after reading quite a few motes on various patients I got the distinct impression he didn't like most of the people he treated though he hid it well and did his job as the town's physician efficiently and to the best of his ability.

After I started reading the private notes on each file that I put away I soon realized that I didn't much like some of the residents in Petersville but I kept my council because I soon realized that knowledge a good thing, and that what I knew I could use for my benefit, and pleasure, discreetly of course.

Because of my father's notes I got into the panties of the local Parson's daughter. Her name was Nora and she was in the year above me at school and it appeared she had a real penchant for doing blow jobs.

She had come to see my father about it as she felt it was not normal that a girl should like to be on her knees sucking a man's cock whenever she got the chance.

My father told her that she was experiencing what he called "normal" sexual desire and as a long as she was discreet, had regular medical check-ups she could continue giving blow jobs until she didn't want to do them any more. 

In his notes he put, "Nora is destined I think to end up as a working girl, she has no morals, is ruled by her desire for the penis, and strikes me as being that rare being, a born whore, this is not a medical observation but my own personal feeling on the matter, I have advised her not to indulge in her little fetish here in town, there are many secrets here and most are kept, but her father is not a popular man and there are many who be only too happy to tell him his daughter is a whore, luckily Candy thinks just like me, she hitch hikes to her Aunt's town 150 miles away every two weeks, her parents think she is taking the coach, but she saves the money and gets a lift from a truck stop just outside of town, she changes into her slut outfit as she calls it at a wash room at the truck stop, the truckers all know her very well and call her the Cock-Sucking Nora and she pays for her lift by sucking their cocks, she told me she usually does 12 or so cocks going to her Aunt's and 15 coming back, every ten miles or so she gets handed onto the next trucker until she is back home, very ingenious I have to say if very sluttish of her."

It wasn't too difficult for me to get access to Nora as I often helped her father at Church by handing around the collection plate, and very soon I was complementing Nora on how nice she looked, carried her books home from school and was generally very pleasant to her.

Nora was not an overly beautiful girl, she was actually quite plain if truth be known, but she had a nice body, a firm rounded butt, a nice pair of jugs, big but not too big, an oval face, with a mass of wavy gold hair, small piggy like blue eyes, a nose that needed to be perhaps a bit smaller for her tiny face, and a mouth that was actually too big for her head. She had large red lips, which were thick and luscious along with gleaming straight white teeth, and a weak Roman chin that receded slightly.

She had no idea I knew her little secret, so at first I pretended to find out by accident, one day I "just" happened to be in the vicinity when she got out of a truck on the edge of town.

I had worked out where she was most likely to be dropped off by one of her trucker friends and then pretended that my car had broken down.

When she saw me leaning over my car engine the colour drained out of her face, and she put her hand to her mouth and let out a little cry of dismay, I in turn managed to put a shocked expression on my face.

"Jack!" she gasped and I looked her up and down, she was wearing tight red hot pants that dug into her crotch, white stiletto high heels, loads of make up, and a tight almost see through top that barely covered her tits which weren't in a bra by the way but were bouncing all over the place free for all to see.

She clutched at her bag and I stood up tall.

"Oh boy," I said.

Of course she had to explain, she was so shocked to see me she told me the truth, I expected her to bluster, try and talk her way out of it but she didn't, she told me everything which was a bonus because it made what I intended to do all the more easier. 

I surprised her by being somewhat sympathetic yet also conveying the fact I disapproved of her actions, we sat in my car in the back seat and I listened to her confession.

"You're lucky no one has caught you yet," I told her and she flushed and squirmed in her seat.

"This is a pretty remote spot," she looked momentarily suspicious but I sighed deeply and my explanation convinced her that me being there was just a bad bit of luck for her.

"Yeah, tell me about it, trying out my new wheels and the damn engine went, just about fixed it, I guess I should give you a lift home, but you need to change."

She looked worried, licked her lips and then made a decision to deal with the only way she knew how, I jumped when she gently laid her hand on my crotch.

"You won't tell Dad, will you?" she wheedled and I bit my lower lip.

"I dunno," I murmured and I pretended to edge away from her hand, panic filled her eyes, we both knew that her father would kill her, the Reverend James Parsons was not known for his forgiving nature, man of God or not.

He believed in using the rod and not spoiling the child, Nora's mother had a regular prescription for a cooling salve that my father wrote wryly up in his notes as being, "what she gives to her offspring to put on their penitent bottoms after their father administered chastisement for their wrong doings."

He also added in his notes that Nora's older sister Florence got through a lot of the salve, (told to my father by the girls mother and also by Florence herself) and often could not sit down because she was so sore, it seemed that it was not only Nora who had a fetish, Florence apparently liked going to her father's study for physical chastisement, Florence had it seemed told my father she purposely misbehaved, knowing it would result in her bottom suffering the consequences.

Afterwards she would beg her father for forgiveness, cry as prettily as she could, promise to be a good and sin free girl and then as soon as was prudent she would misbehave again and into her father's study she would go, where she would submit to her punishment.

Florence had told my father that she felt her father enjoyed punishing her too, and in turn she felt guilty about it, in fact recently she had suggested to her father that he administered the belt to her bare bottom father than through her clothes and he had not even blanched at her suggestion, he had agreed, saying to his daughter, "If it hurts you more, then perhaps you will behave better for longer."

Nora however feared her father's wrath and his physical brutality, and her fear made her desperate.

"Please Jack," Nora begged me and her fingers gently tweaked at the bulge in my pants, "He'll kill me, oh God, I can just imagine what he will do and say, you know what he is like, he's such a prude, he'll beat me black and blue."

"Okay," I said and the relief in her eyes was obvious but she wasn't going to trust me to keep my word, I might have a bout of conscience and tell her father, so she said in a husky voice.

"Let me thank you properly."

She unzipped my pants so quickly I jumped in surprise, her long slender hand slid into my boxer shorts and my cock felt the warmth of her fingers running up and down the hot flaccid shaft.

She smiled at me, a languid smile and then lowered her head and began to lap at the tip of my cock with her thick red tongue, probing gently, pushing and rolling, nibbling and gently kissing it with all the expertise of a girl who loves her cock.

I jerked, cried out and she wrapped her lips and tongue around the helmet and sucked and from her throat she let out a long moan and said when she removed the cock momentarily from her before she started properly.

"Hmmmmmmmm, you taste so damn good Jack!"

I think she was somewhat surprised at how big my cock was when it started to increase in girth. Her mouth moved back and forth on it, whilst her tongue rolled and lapped, finally she had to use both hands to hold it as it was getting too heavy for just one hand and she looked up at me at one point when the cock was out of her mouth and said.

"You are so big!"

I smiled back down at her, my back was arched and I groaned in pleasure.

"All the better to fill your mouth up with," I said and she giggled and opened her mouth as wide as she could and I watched in delight as my cock began to disappear inside her cavernous mouth and the strong sucking sensation was out of this world.

"I like how you say thank you!" I gasped out.

She began to rub my hot throbbing balls with her slender hands, I think she was startled at the size of them too, she looked at bit worried for all of about a second but I could tell she was real excited too.

I decided to take a chance and I reached over and slid my hand into her blouse. She moved slightly so I could access her tit.

I pinched it, she jerked, grunted and her mouth took my shaft deeper down her throat, she did it slowly, she gagged slightly at first but it seemed her throat was as elastic as her mouth, I watched in fascination as she she took me further into her mouth, one short stroke, then one long stroke, her lips rippled, her teeth grazed the ridges on my shaft as she began the process of deep throating me.

I bucked gently against her face, that startled her but she didn't object, in fact I could feel her nipple hardening under my touch, she was turned on.

Very soon her lips were pressed against my pulsating balls, she had taken me so far down her throat she was able to get her tongue out and wrap it around my balls and lick my sacs.

"Do you do this for the truckers too?" I asked with a groan, she bucked against me then and I grinned, she obviously did but I got a feeling I was bigger than they were.

She rolled her mouth off my cock as she felt me getting near to a climax, I was throbbing from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, I was also sweating like mad, so was she, her face was red and beaded with sweat. This girl sure knew how to give head.

"Think you can swallow it all? Or shall I jack off over your face?" I said.

I might have been new to this but I knew how to make myself last, I had been jacking off a long time, and I had learned how to maximize the pleasure I got.

She was cupping my balls again, feeling the weight of them, she rolled her tongue over her lips and then said in a dry husky voice.

"How about you put it in my pussy?"

My eyes widened, I wasn't expecting that response but who I was to refuse such a delicious offer. 

My balls throbbed, my cock twitched, it was sticky with saliva and pre-cum and it was waiting like me for whatever was going to happen next.

"Okay," I said and she quickly scrambled up off the car floor, straddled me, and I helped her undo her hot pants, she had no panties on and I could smell her juices, hot and raw with the spice of sex, she was real wet down there, and together we guided my throbbing cock to her equally throbbing cunt lips.

She was tight, instinct served me well, I didn't just show my cock inside though I would have loved to, instead I took a long deep breath to gain control over the urge I had to ram myself inside, and I rubbed my sticky helmet up and down her dripping swollen slit.

She let out a heart felt groan when my hard cock head rubbed against her clit, and she quickly took over from me, grasping my cock with one hand and rubbing it up and down on the place where she would get maximum sensation. 

I turned my attention to her lovely jugs, I yanked open her top and started to play with them. I squeezed, I pinched, I pulled at them with my fingers, and she cried out in pleasure.

"You have great tits!" I said and I latched onto one with my mouth, grabbed another with my hand to roughly fondle it whilst I sucked and pulled on the other, making her cry out even more and jerk back and forth but not so much that it made me get inside her properly.

As I sucked and caressed her, I began to push upward with my hips, she was very tight and I realized that she was still a virgin, that surprised me as she had been sucking a lot of cock for the last year or so, obviously that was all she had been doing.

She strained against me, her eyes tightly shut but I was big, very big and though she was dripping wet, she was very tight inside, I decided to help her.

I let go of her tits, gripped her rolling hips and pulled down...HARD so that within two seconds she was sitting down on my balls, my cock deep inside her her now very stretched and not so virgin cunt.

I swear to God her eyes shot open as if someone had just shoved a red hot poker up her ass, I think her eyes even went out on stalks, they bulged in her head as if they were going to pop out of their sockets and land in my lap, a huge gasp of breath exploded from her body, spit bubbled in her mouth, she let out a gurgle of pain, shock and pleasure.

"URRRRRRRHHHHOOOOHHHHGOOOOOOOD!"

I grinned and pulled her toward me and whispered in her ear, "Now the cock sucking girl, is a cock cunt slut!"

She went rigid in my arms for a moment, she trembled and then I suddenly gripped her bare buttocks and pinched them, really hard, she screamed, her cunt moved up my shaft as she rose up and I dragged her back down.

"Work at it slut!" I ordered her roughly, "You're not a fucking virgin any more, work your dirty slut ass, come on, do it you little bitch, or your father gets to know what a whore of a daughter he has!"

She gurgled again, I saw tears fill her eyes, and I laughed because I felt her cunt contract against my cock, she was turned on!

"I-I-I-I'm n-n-not a w-w-whore!" she choked out but as she said the word her cunt contracted even harder around my cock and we both knew she was lying.

"Yes you are!" I said laughing with pleasure at her discomfort and desire, "You're a cock sucking little whore, say it Nora, say it!"

Smiling I pinched her again, she squealed tried to move away but I stopped her, I began to slap and pinch her butt, I wasn't gentle, her bottom rose and fell with his pinch and slap, her cunt began to contract even more rapidly and soon my car was full of her wails of pleasure, the sound of our bodies squelching together, with me calling her a dirty little whore and a slut who should have Cock Nora tattooed on her ass which excited her as much as me ramming my meat into her cunt.

"Say you're a cock sucking whore and how much love being one!" I roared at her as she rose and fell on my massive shaft, "Say it you dirty little slut!"

She opened her mouth to scream a denial, tears were running down her bright red face but I could feel her physical enjoyment, she was having mini orgasms, not the real thing, but enough for it to send her wild and make her want more, much of the pleasure she was feeling and finally she out a heart felt wail of "YES!!!I'M A COCK SUCKING LITTLE WHORE! YOU ARE RIGHT AND I LOVE IT, OH GOD I LOVE IT!"

I let out a crow of delight, and thrust up inside of her as high as I could, I imagined I was aiming for the bottom of her throat, via her cunt and she screeched out her enjoyment and begged me to fuck her to glory and back!

Finally though the inevitable happened, even I can't last forever though I made it last as long as was humanly possible.

I was moving faster and faster, I could feel my whole body going into spasm, I felt like a train entering a long hot tunnel in which there was no point of return for either of us and then it happened, my balls just exploded, spunk gushed forth I emptied myself into her more than willing cunt.

Nora screamed when I came, I didn't let out a roar of pleasure myself because I was by then sucking her tit so hard and squeezing the other one that I didn't get a chance too but Nora made up for me.

"OHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYESSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed throwing back her head, her face bright red, sweat rolling down her forehead, "OH YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSIIRREEEEEEEEE!"

She had come too, I could feel it, her cunt was going into overdrive, and she was rocking back and forth, screeching and wailing as the sensation of cumming got the better of her.

I thrust my cock harder and harder into her cunt, each thrust filled her pussy with stream after stream of cum, and finally it was over, my balls were empty, her cunt was full and she was lying against me, shaking, crying, trembling, and jerking as she came down from a gigantic orgasm that had literally blown her mind.

I slid out of her and fell a rush of my spunk and her juices down my legs, I smiled contentedly as the sensations began to slowly recede and then as I gently began to push on Nora's shoulders. She looked dazed, her body was still trembling, it was taking her longer to come down from her orgasm.




Dirty Little Secrets



"Wha....?" she moaned, "Wha...oh..God.."

"Clean up time Nora," I said to the girl whose eyes could barely focus on me, "I don't want to see your face until you've licked up the last drop of spunk from my cock and balls, come on, or you're going to be late home and you know your Dad won't be happy if you are too late, right?"

She didn't protest too much. She resisted a little at first, let more tears run down her cheeks but to no avail and I increased the pressure on her shoulders until her head was where I wanted it to be.

I heard her sniff, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand and opened her mouth and began to clean me up.

I watched her head bob up and down, slowly she began to get into it despite her attempt not to, I heard her gentle reluctant licks turn to rapid slurping, her tentative licking become more frenzied, her slow lapping with her tongue which turned into cooing and little baby grunts of pleasure.

At one point I lifted up my butt so she could get her tongue around my balls to lick them, by then she was really concentrating, and she was moaning even louder than I was.

Of course her tongue and mouth had the desired effect on my cock again, and I rose to the occasion as I expected too, this time though I stayed inside her mouth and came down her throat, she had too swallow like mad but my spunk still flooded out of the sides of her mouth and then I pulled out before I'd finished and let the rest of my cum spray over her face.

"Nora," I said looking at her cum covered face, the spunk dribbling out of her mouth,"You are one dirty little bitch is all I can say, finish cleaning me up and then get your dirty little slut ass out of my car, I need to get home."

She stared at me with a shocked expression on her face, I smiled at her. She had thought she was in control, making me beholden to her now that she had put out for me in more ways that one. It was with shocked realization that she realized that I knew exactly what she was up to, well she didn't know how to react at first.

"Do it," I said gently, "Or I tell your Dad what you get up to when you go and visit your Aunt every two weeks, I wonder what he will think of Cock Sucking Nora and her dirty little habits?"

Terror filled her face and she shook her head frantically as, my words sank home, she was too frightened of her father to be angry with me and she was turned on too despite herself, I knew because I had was pulling at her tits again, and they went rock hard when I spoke.

"Don't tell him Jack, he'll kill me, oh God, don't tell him!" her head dropped between my legs and her tongue rolled over my shaft, up and down it in frantic strokes, and I sighed with pleasure as she licked and sucked me clean, she even zipped up my pants and kissed me on my covered crotch, soft butterfly kisses that made me wish I had enough time to fuck the slut again, but I didn't, I had to get back to the surgery and do some more filing.

She didn't say a word at first when I pushed her out of the car and I got back into the front seat to drive off.

"You won't tell him, will you?" she said pleadingly to me and I smiled.

"Not if you give me more what of you gave me today," I said as I started up the engine, "When I want it!"

She nodded her head, licking her lips, she grateful to me, perhaps on a subconscious level she was angry at me too, but she was also relieved, I would keep my part of the bargain, and keep her filthy little secret but she had to do the same.

I left her standing on the side of the road, cum still on her face, her blouse wide open and my spunk still running down her legs.

Nora put out for me for a year before she left town, ostentatiously to go to college, but I know that my Dad's prediction came true, she ended up working in a strip joint for a while after dropping out of college and she is now being pimped out of a trailer by her boyfriend.

From what I have heard Nora isn't too unhappy with her lot, she gets to do what she likes to do, and that is suck cock and fuck men. Well you know what they say about Preacher's daughters don't you?

For the moment I continue to live my life in Petersville, with my father's private notes to help me have a lot of fun. I know a lot of dirty little secrets that their owners don't want made public.

I have a diary in which I keep a list of who I screw, literally and metaphorically.

On Mondays I see the delectable Arabella Jones, she is very willing to accommodate my demands, now that she knows I know her dirty little secret. She's good in bed, very good in fact.

On Tuesday it is Widow James turn, she's 48 but as trim and as fit as a 25 year old. She is also a kleptomaniac who has a penchant for Hershey bars and frozen chickens, but as the widow of a once prominent town dignitary she can't afford the scandal, so she is more than happy to for me to fuck her brains out, it doesn't take long, as fit and as good looking as she is, she is not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree.

My father isn't very complementary about the widow in his notes saying "Colette James kleptomania is I think getting worse, thank goodness I have sorted out with the local store for her "thefts" to be paid for each month when she pays her account, she has no idea of course, she likes the excitement of stealing she tells me, she addicted to it, she's not too bright though, but then her mother was the same, as thick as two short plants as my English born father used to say."

On Wednesday the Sheriff's wife Jeanne comes for a visit, ostensibly to give me extra English lessons (she is the local elementary school teacher by the way) but me knowing about her not actually being divorced from her first husband who is also a Con serving time makes her realize that discretion is the better part of valor.

She calls me a "little bastard" when her anger gets the better of her but I have felt her tits harden when I fondle them, her moans are real, though she tries to subdue them, and she now lets me kiss her, but the reason I know she is enjoying herself is because she has not told me she is pregnant, I know because my Dad wrote it in his notes recently, I haven't said anything, but I know I am the father, you see her husband only fires blanks, he doesn't know it and never will as my father has written in his notes, "Sheriff Tuskly hasn't gone any lead in his pencil so to speak, mumps as a child have seen to that, I have decided not to tell him this because he is always talking about how he wants a big family of his own to carry on the family name, I have told his wife though and have advised her to either have some one nights stands if she wants children, or I'll give her the name of a good fertility clinic if that is too sordid for her."

My father is surprisingly open minded about these things, and it looks like Jeanne has decided that one nights stands aren't for her, I'll do instead, I don't mind, after all I am getting what I want from her, so why shouldn't she?

On Thursday I see the delectable Taylor Twins, they are the red headed, green eyed daughters of the town's divorced vet: it seems they have a very loving relationship with their father.

My father has written in his notes, "I don't approve of course, but the girls have confessed to me that they are willing participants in their father's bed, they adore him, and enjoy what he does to them, if I reported this to the police, it would ruin their lives, yes Robert Taylor would go to prison, but then Alison and Jackie would be the ones to suffer the most so it is best that I do nothing. I have put them both on the pill and will leave it at that.

The twins are now putting out for me along with their father who recently found out about me and now regularly asks me over to stay: it seems that our town vet has another foible that father is not aware of, it seems he likes to share his little girls with other men, both Jackie and Alison have not mentioned this to my father, I think they know that he would change his mind about helping them if they did.

Friday I enjoy the most, I see the lovely Candy, she's been cheating on Paul who is a "sweet guy" her words to my Dad but a "boring fuck in bed", but as they are now engaged she is terrified he will find out about her extra curriculum activities and dump her, something she doesn't want as Paul might be boring in bed but he was a good catch in small town like Petersville.

He won't find out I assure her each time she gets on her knees to give me a tasty blow job but all things especially silence do have a price and she pays it willingly, just like the others.

On Saturday Florence, Nora's sister comes around to see me, I'm actually dating her, well one has to be respectable, doesn't one? Florence now has her younger sister's voracious sexual appetite along with liking her bottom to made as red as red can be be, I popped her cherry too, she took a little more persuading than Nora did but I got into her panties eventually.

She's not all that keen on cock sucking but she does it because I insist that she does, Florence you see has a liking for being dominated, humiliated along with her love of physical chastisement.

She also is a snob, and lives for respectability, and she is terrified people will find out that she is a "sexual deviant." I have great fun with her, like the time I made her come with me into some men's toilets out of town one time, go into a cubicle, kneel on the cold urine stained floor and suck me off, she was terrified we would be caught, she was crying as she undid my trousers, begging me not to make her do this.

"The faster I come down your throat," I told her, "The faster we leave."

Of course I stretched out her discomfort, and to her horror someone came into the toilets just as she was zipping up my pants and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and went into the cubicle next to us and realized what we were up to!

Well I had no intention of being done for misbehaving in a public place so I invited him to join us much to Florence's horror and he did.

It was the best sex I have had in a long time I can tell you, just looking at Florence's face as I pushed into her cunt from upfront and the stranger pushed into her ass from behind was real peachy, it was a tight fit in the cubicle but that made it all the better for the three of us.

Florence's body was responding, and despite herself she was moaning, she moved her head so the stranger could nuzzle her neck, and she only whimpered slightly when I yanked open her blouse and pushed her bra over her tits so me and our "new" friend could have a good feel.

Eventually Florence was begging us to suck her titties which we did of course, along with fucking her so hard she could barely walk afterwards.

She hobbled up the steps of the toilet, blushing furiously, and clutching at her blouse which had lost three buttons when I had torn it open. She had come at least two times in the cubicle that I knew of and later she admitted to me she had come five times but she begged me not to do such a thing to her again but of course I did!

I probably will marry Florence, she will make an excellent mother, but what is even better, she makes an even better whore in the bedroom, and lately she has been hinting that she wants us to swing, I think i can arrange that, don't you?

I leave Sunday for myself, I rest and get ready for another busy week with the town folks of Petersville.

At some point I will leave Petersville, with Florence of course and start a new life elsewhere, in a place where I don't know all the dirty little secrets that lie undiscovered in people's closets, (unless you happen to be a Doctor's son with a father who should be the next Harold Robbins) after all you can get too much of a good thing can't you, or can you?



Dirty Little Secrets



As all amazing things do, the most amazing thing in my life started simple. The doorbell rang. I watched my wife head for the door as I tended to the plate of snacks for party night. Her full ass went along with her voluptuous breasts to paint a delicious 5'5" picture. She opened the door to reveal her direct opposite. Pale where my wife is tan, slim where my wife is curvy, short hair versus long, and more interestingly gay where my wife is straight. She hugged her best friend and said, "Damn, Allie, what are you wearing, you smell great." 

"Heh, a blonde." 

"You're so gross..."

My wife Gloria and I had a group of friends that we met every other weekend to hang out, drink, and play games with. They were some times drinking games but mostly traditional games like Poker, Monopoly, Life and such. Last time we got together however, our friend Marlene brought her friend Amy. Amy is an overtly sexual person, and we all had noticed that her attitude was starting to rub off on Marlene. 

Marlene was in charge of bringing the game that night, and we were all wondering what she would come up with. Turns out the game was called Dirty Little Secrets. In it, you end up telling intimate secrets to the other participants and in doing so you learn a lot about them too. Some of the questions in it were fairly racy causing lost of blushing. The most interesting ones to watch people answer related to threesomes, homosexuality and sex with someone outside of your relationship. I was astonished that almost everyone there had a similar attitude... including my wife. The consensus was, that given the right persons and the right time and place they would all be at least willing to experiment. This blew my mind. Just when you think you know your friends, ya, know? I had figured the group for relatively conservative with my self being the rare horn-dog exception. 

That is where I started thinking. My wife and Allie are best friends and the two have never experimented with each other, but their answers indicated that they were both curious. My wife and I are the best of friends too, and if anything would have happened I would be the ...well third to know. It was during this game that Allie had stated, while answering a question, that she often thought about helping initiate another woman for the first time in the art of lesbian love. She had also said that, although having never done it, the thought of a threesome intrigued her. My wife had also made some statements that would help me in my nefarious mission. I knew she had been curious about women in her youth, but now in our early thirties, I figured that it was just a long gone phase. The first statement in the game that she had to finish was, "the thought of a threesome makes me..." And she finished the sentence by saying, "curious." Then a few turns later when the question "would you have homosexual sex with a) someone you barely knew, b) a complete stranger, or c) someone you knew well?" She answered C. Wow. There was my hook...now I had work to do. 

First I had to figure out the scene. They both were football freaks, and were planning on going to a Super Bowl party. I figured that would provide the start to our evening, and then lead into something else without it seeming set up. The night was only two weeks away so I had to make some purchases. A visit to the local adult boutique provided me with a couple of different dildos, a strap on, and a few types of lube. I would be prepared. I stopped by their movie department on the way out, and picked up a couple of amateur all girl flicks (Gloria's favorite), and one about threesomes. iTunes provided some music and a candle store provided lighting. I had to hide all this from my wife so I paid in cash, taking extra out whenever I went to the grocery store. 

Super Bowl came and I offered to be the designated driver. Allie came over and we took our Tahoe to the bar where the party was. It was their favorite bar, and a gay bar. They were both kind of self conscious, and felt that here they could cut loose, so this was their first choice for super bowl. I felt like a king walking into the bar between my two short skirted hotties, their differences complementing them exquisitely. A lot of eyes were on us as I walked in. We were there for several plays when my cell phone rang. I answered it, and told my wife that I had to go unlock the front door at work so the floor guys could get in, but in reality I had paged a friend the last time I had gone to the bathroom then told him I had paged the wrong number. 

I ran home and pulled out all of the new toys and placed them on top of the night stand with our own toys then put candles out but I didn't light them. Music was cued, but not started, as were one of the all girl movies. Happy with my work I headed back to the bar. 

We alternated between drinking, dancing and watching the game, though it wasn't the touchdowns that had me hard as a rock. I got to dance with each woman, and strangely even Allie got kind of dirty with me. During the dirty dancing I commented to the other about how good it felt to be dancing with them and again surprisingly both of them agreed. Then as I was dancing a second dance with Gloria, Allie came up to us and sandwiched Gloria in the middle and we all grinded down to the house music. 

As we were dancing, I kissed Gloria, and Allie ran her fingers through Gloria's hair from behind. Gloria moved her head back in response, and I grabbed her hips and turned her around. "Isn't she beautiful?" I whispered as I kissed on her neck. Gloria nodded. They were face-to-face now and dancing with their legs mingled. Allie was smiling and seemed to be into it, so I danced around to her back. I put my hands on my wife's hands that were holding Allie tight around the hips. My voice almost didn't sound like my own. "Are you having as much fun as I am?" She nodded. "Isn't she beautiful?" Again she nodded. "I'm going to get a drink, you two stay here and have fun." I felt like a porn star. People only write about this stuff because it doesn't happen this way. But tonight... I squeezed Allie's hips through my wife's hands and moved off of the dance floor smiling to myself.

Although the desire to look back was huge, I did not want to seem out of the ordinary, even though my wife was grinding with another woman on the dance floor. I ordered an energy drink in an attempt at sobering up for the drive home; I was after all supposed to be the DD. After a couple of songs, I went back to the dance floor. They were still at it, and their hands were starting to roam a little. As I stepped up to them, they split and put me in the middle. Feeling two pairs of breasts against you while dancing is a sensation I will not soon forget. Allie placed her mouth by my ear, and whispered sexily, "Mark, will you take us home?" To that Gloria added, "Please," and ran her hand over the growing bulge in my slacks. 

I was so speechless, I couldn't breathe. I only barely managed a nod as my plan was coming to fruition. The walk to the table and then to the truck seemed to take forever, with my heart pounding in my ears and palms sweating. The women however were acting like they were headed to the grocery store to buy canned peas. When we got to the Tahoe, they both got in back, and resumed their game of touchy feelie. This made my driving difficult, with me fiddling with the mirror and all, but I could put up with it. 

"I have a confession to make." Gloria said turning to look at me in the mirror. We have been planning this for about three weeks now." 

I swerved for a second into the oncoming lane before I said, "Wha... what do you mean?" 

"Well remember the game that Amy brought? We bought it for her." Allie began kissing her neck and she let out a low Mmmm...before continuing. "Allie told her that she would like to play it, but she was afraid of what the others would think if Allie brought it." Gloria bent to Allie's neck and returned the favor. Allie finished the sentence for her. 

"And you know Amy... she doesn't give a shit what people think. When we saw how you acted to our answers we just had to do it." Gloria came up for air, and they were both looking at me in the mirror when Gloria spoke. 

"We had been talking about this kind of thing, and I didn't want to do it without you, and Allie agreed." 

I felt I needed to come clean too. "I was sort of planning this too, I guess hoping for the same thing." They didn't seem surprised. They just kept smiling as we pulled into our driveway. 

"Is that what all the toys are for?" Gloria asked while we got out. 

"What?" I stammered. 

"You know, the new toys from the boutique." 

And suddenly I remembered that I was married to one of the nosiest people I had ever met. 

"Do you look at all my Christmas presents for you?" 

"I know you better than to expect you to buy presents early. So I took a chance. They did look fun." 

Allie chimed in and grabbed my butt. "Yeah she showed them to me."

We entered the house and went straight for the kitchen. I started pouring wine and they started pulling shirts off. Working as a team they removed my shirt then one took my belt, as the other pulled off my loafers and socks. Then they both unfastened my pants and as one drew the pants down while the other pulled down my boxer briefs. I stepped out of the offending clothing and stood there exposed in front of them. I handed them their wine and stood there for a second for the first time noting that I was totally naked. 

There were two beautiful women in my kitchen, half naked and flush with the color of passion staring at me. Allie leaned over to Gloria and kissed her deeply. I sat my wine down and caressed a breast from each. Gloria held Allie around the waist, and Allie held her around the neck and buried her fingers in Gloria's hair. I leaned and let my tongue trace a wet circle around all four nipples. Their breasts were hot, and when I moved them against one another, the women squeezed together harder. Soon they broke their embrace and Allie motioned towards the bedroom. I grabbed my glass and the bottle, and Gloria grabbed another bottle from the wine rack. 

We walked into the room, and Gloria looked around. She smiled knowingly, "You have been busy, letting those flooring guys in, then coming all the way over here just to set this up." I smiled guiltily. Then we all kinda stood awkwardly in our room, looking at each other. Gloria walked over to the T.V. and turned the all girl video on. They both looked at me knowingly, and I smiled. I'm not sure how the moans coming from the T.V. could have made the encounter any more erotic, but it seemed to. 

As soon as the girls put their wine down they moved toward me. The fat kid in me took a step back and the girls smiled predatorily. In unison they knelt and gently, Allie reached out and grasped my penis, almost like she had never done so, and my wife moved her mouth onto the head. They sucked and stroked for a few seconds leaving me moving my hips a little and moaning softly. They stopped, stood and pushed me into the chair by the bed. 

The two crawled onto the bed and Allie pushed Gloria onto her back. Allie knelt at her friend's side and leaned in; their mouths met once again, then parted. Allie then licked down her neck to seek out her partner's breast. The licking she gave it was lavish also, seeking out the small ring through Gloria's nipple, and the reaction to this was better than expected. From time to time Gloria's breasts are especially sensitive and today was Allie's lucky day. 

She was almost lost in Gloria's ample breasts, and that only served to turn her on more. Her small hands stroked and caressed down the other's belly, feeling every square inch. Finally one worked its way down to her pubis. Gloria's legs parted unconsciously with anticipation. Allie teased on the outside for a while, just running her fingers over the whole mound, and continuing to lavish kisses onto Gloria's breast. 

She then started to kiss and lick downwards from that breast. The lower she went, the more gasping and shallow Gloria's breaths became. The line of saliva traced down around the belly button, then further down. Allie stopped only to move between the others' legs, then lowered her mouth on to her friend. She licked the sides, careful not to touch the lips and blew softly on the sparse hair there. Gloria's hips lifted at the teasing, and Allie teasingly licked only the outside of the crease. She tasted the sweet musky flavor and inhaled deeply. 

Slowly she lowered her tongue, and traced a line inside the lips but between the vagina's opening, and her button making sure to touch neither. Gloria's moan sounded so sexy and blissful, that Allie moved her own hips and I felt myself harden even more, if that was possible. Allie moved around and continued to lick. 

Suddenly Gloria was aware of a pair of fingers pressing their way into her opening. She pushed against them trying to hurry them along. When they were all the way in, slowly they curled upwards onto her spot as the tongue attacked the small clit for the first time. Involuntarily she squeezed down onto the still moving fingers. The sensation was intense, as they alternated from going simply in and out to rubbing the spot. The tongue as well, changed the pace. Licking only on the button and then licking from the fingers up. 

Allie's hand reached up and toyed with the ring on her nipple. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Gloria's hands were running through Allie's hair, and holding her head, while that head worked slowly on her pussy. The pace started to quicken, and Gloria's breathing once again turned ragged. She started moaning and her hips almost came off of the bed a time or two, but Allie stayed with her. A couple of orgasms washed over her, leaving Allie's hand covered in a white fluid, a testament to the unique orgasms that Gloria has from time to time. 

Out of curiosity Allie pressed a finger to her lips and licked some of the fluid from her finger. Smiling she looked at me and motioned me over to the edge of the bed. Raising her finger up to me like an offering I licked some of the musky fluid from her finger and smiled. Gloria just shook her head at me then said to Allie, "I bet you can do that too." 

Anxious to taste the other woman's lips, Gloria pulled her friend from between her legs, kissed her soft lips and sat up. After getting Allie on her back, Gloria spent several minutes licking and suckling on Allie's pert breasts and neck. Her hand then began to wander, and traced lines up and down the tiny woman's body. Eventually they found their way to the smooth mound of her pussy. 

Gloria had seldom even masturbated, so this was a new and exciting experience for her. She toyed with different motions, mimicking things that I had done to her over the years and watching with amazement what they did to her friend. She teased it at first, running her middle finger up and down between the lips, and then when Allie was really squirming, she circled the tiny button at the top a few times, further accentuating her lovers' squirms. She then resumed her up and down motions. 

Abruptly she pressed her finger into Allie's pussy and Allie brought her hips up to meet the exploring fingers, then Gloria instinctively pressed two into the moist slit. They were engulfed instantly into the hot flesh, bringing a low and long moan from Allie's smiling lips. Slow soft strokes gave way to a quick and kind of rough rubbing that in turn became long slow thrusting. Allie's breathing changed with every change of pace, almost going to the edge many times. 

Expertly, Gloria curved her fingers under and felt the small woman's G-spot. This paralyzed Allie, who just leaned back, and concentrated on breathing. Gloria watched herself touching this woman's vagina and got very into it. As wet as Allie was, Gloria's finger moved easily in and out. She then resumed her up and down teasing. But now at the top she would circle the tiny clit a few times, then at the bottom she would give her a few good strokes, curling her fingers against the other woman's G-spot.

Allie's hips rocked and tiny 'Mmmm's' escaped her mouth as Gloria continued her work. Then Gloria, trying to drive her friend over the edge, leaned over and began sucking on one of her breasts and tugging with her teeth at the small ring there, while quickening the pace down below. Allie held Gloria's head to her breast, and started to moan loudly. "Oh, god..." She gasped. "Oh...Mmmm..Mmmm.." And then a huge orgasm rocked her tiny body, pulling a scream from her mouth.

Gloria, stopped her tortures after the pleasure washed over her friend, resting her head on the small breast, and turned to look at Allie's pussy. Allie was looking too, as slowly and teasingly she withdrew her fingers from her friend. There on her fingers was a milky white fluid. "Told you," Gloria said, and curiously licked a finger. Then she looked at me and offered it to me, who with all the restraint of an addict again licked the offered finger clean. Allie started to get up, but was pushed down by Gloria, who had a 'I'm not done' look on her face. 

Climbing between Allie's legs was the sexiest thing I think I have ever seen her do. Slowly she moved, until she was in position to lower her mouth onto the pouty pink flesh. Her tongue came out and delicately traced a line up the slit, pausing for only a second at the top to dart across Allie's clit a few times. Allie's breath caught a few times. Her eyes turned to me. 

"I want to watch you fuck your wife," Allie mouthed without a sound, and smiled at me. Who am I to resist? Slowly and without distracting Gloria from her work, I moved behind her to the dresser and grabbed a condom and some lube and applied them to my penis. I turned to see Allie; eyes closed concentrating on what Gloria was doing. As I positioned myself behind Gloria, Allie opened her eyes and smiled at me. Slowly I moved closer and gently I pushed my penis deep into my wife. Even through Allie's moans, I heard her gasp. Slowly I pulled most of the way out and then slid back in. Each time staying there, buried deep for a few seconds. "Faster," hissed Allie. 

I quickened my pace. I could feel my balls hitting Gloria's ass as I pounded into her. Gloria's licking grew more urgent, and Allie started down the slope to orgasm once again. Her hips bucked and tiny moans escaped. Gloria licked and probed faster and finally the small woman came, shuddering under the intensity of her friend's licks. 

Almost immediately, Gloria rose up onto her hands and pressed her ass into me trying to make me give her an orgasm. Teasingly I stopped completely and held firmly onto her ass as she squirmed trying to get any stimulation eyes closed trying to halt my own release. I had not noticed her move, but Allie had climbed from under Gloria and was now climbing under her face first. As I still held Gloria's ass tight, Allie had already made pit stops at her breasts and was on her way to her pussy. 

Suddenly I felt Gloria's pussy tighten up on me like a spasm then I felt a flickering tongue on Gloria's clit and my balls. I started to move again, and Gloria was moaning almost instantly. The harder I went the louder she got, with that little tongue being relentless on her more than me. 

I could tell that Gloria was almost there, so I stopped and pulled myself out of her. In response I watched her head go down and bury it's self in Allie's pussy. Allie moaned and stopped her stimulation of Gloria. Allie then did something unexpected. She reached with a hand and guided my penis into her mouth. Her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me into her like I was fucking her tiny mouth. I almost couldn't believe it. It felt so amazing and unexpected that I had to pull myself from her to stop from going over the edge. Well Allie had a solution for that. Again she grabbed my penis and guided it into Gloria. She pulled on my hips hard, encouraging me to finish off in my wife. 




Dirty Little Secrets



I started fucking Gloria hard and deep. The next thing I know, I hear little cries coming from Allie, and deeper moans coming from Gloria. This was all too intense, and I came shuddering what felt like quarts, while I listened to the two women finish their orgasms. 

Gloria collapsed to one side of Allie and I fell on the bed on the other. Out of breath and unable to say anything we only moved so we could all face the same way, and hold onto one another. I think Allie was the first to fall asleep, then Gloria. I got the privilege of getting to look at these two beautiful women sleep next to me naked except for a pulled up sheet until I fell asleep. 

As I drifted off I was thinking, 'wow, I wonder how fun things will be when we wake up?' Man did I ever underestimate what could happen...



Dirty Little Secrets



"I...I'm...see, what I...," I stammered, nothing that entered my consciousness seeming to suffice enough. I was totally flummoxed.

"I heard noise from the TV," he said softly, as if trying to explain himself that he hadn't intentionally spied on me. 

"I didn't mean to...wake you...I was really only...," I said breathlessly, my heart pounding so furiously that I thought it would burst from my chest, or leap into my throat. Either way, I'd die, and that would be much better than the chagrin I was facing now. 

"I see you found my private collection...you're watching one of the new ones," he said, sitting on the arm of the couch next to me, but not too close.

"New ones...I am?"

"Yeah. You remember, I had told you over the phone that I got some new DVD's...this was one of the ones I bought," he explained, his voice wavering a bit.

"Oh...you mean...you were going to show me this?" I said, dumbfounded.

He blushed so that I could detect the redness spreading across his face even in the dark. "I was...but I kind of...well...chickened out."

I sat up, a little confused. I still felt a bit uncomfortable, being so scantily clad in front of him. "You just kind of ran off the minute we got home...I thought you were just uncomfortable being around me."

"I am," he answered quickly. "I mean..." Cliffe sighed, trying to focus and becoming annoyed with himself for his lack of words. "You just got beautiful. Just like that; one minute, you were a kid, and then you just shot up and became so...beautiful," he blurted. "First it was the fact that my brother married your mom; then it became the fact that I had gotten married. And I love Elaine and all, and I thought nothing would ever happen because you were family and I didn't think you'd even entertain the idea for a second, which you shouldn't because I'm so much older and we're related and..." Cliffe rambled until he ran out of ways to talk himself out of how he felt.

I soaked everything in, not really believing it. I decided to press onward, to see where it might lead. "How much...how much did you see of...of me...doing what I was doing?"

His face flushed even deeper. "I came down and saw you...going at it. At first, I was going to turn right back around and go upstairs, to give you privacy...but then I heard you calling my name...I didn't know if it was because you had caught me looking, or if...but then I realized you were...I don't know," Cliffe stuttered, not wanting to finish the thought.

"Fantasizing about you?" I finished softly, my guard melting away as I realized that Cliffe only avoided me because he wanted me as badly as, even more than, I wanted him.

"Yes," he said, not looking at me but glancing at the movie distractedly, afraid to look me in the eye.

"Looks like fun, doesn't it?" I said, my tone still low and soft, almost husky. "Kind of appropriate that you bought a DVD of younger girls with older guys."

"I know," he admitted. "I bought it for that reason, actually."

"Well, you know it goes both ways in this movie. Lots of guys seducing younger girls...young, supple bodies...perfect tits, perfect asses," I said slyly. "But the men...they aren't all dirty old men. Some of those girls have dirtier minds than their partners...real jailbait, you know...so I wondered what it was going to be with you."

Cliffe gave me a funny look. "How do you mean?"

Having risen onto my knees on the bed, I came closer, leaning into him as he still sat on the arm of the couch. "If you were going to be the dirty one...coming down in the middle of the night, watching me naked, maybe even touching me while I was alseep," I fantasized aloud. "Or, if I was going to have to be the bad one, and come after you...crawl on top of you while you were asleep...take a peek of your cock, things like that."

My face was inches from his. He appeared stricken with a full-on moral dilemma, and in his position, I could believe it. "You know this is wrong from so many angles," he said. "I don't even know if I could look my brother in the eye anymore if he ever knew, or your mother...and Elaine...what she would do," he pondered, shaking his head.

"Then there's one thing about me you're sure to like," I said hushedly, leaning towards his ear. I stopped when my mouth was barely a millimeter from his ear, close enough for him to feel my lips brushing the fine hair on the sensitive skin there.

"I LOVE dirty little secrets," I told him in a silky whisper. > > > > > > > > > From there, it was all over as far as his resistance was concerned. We had started necking with the fervor of hormone-ridden adolescents. He had somehow managed to carry me up the stairs, never once ceasing the sweet kissing I had dreamt of experiencing for so long. We had collapsed onto the bed, and he descended upon me full-fire, settling between my young, shapely legs. For a while we just kissed, so long that it seemed we used that time just to convince ourselves that we had finally reached that point, that the taboo had been breached and thrown aside, and that we were now lovers instead of brethren. 

"You're so sexy," he gasped in between getting every part of my skin in his mouth that he could muster. "Sooo...sexy..."

"So are you," I breathed in reply, my respiration now an earnest labor as lust completely took over the necessity for everything else, including air. "I've wanted you for the longest time..."

He pushed up the hem of my short nightie, his hands underneath the silk caressing me as he did, and immediately he buried his face in my abdomen, licking, sucking, even nibbling at every inch of untouched skin. "God," he mumbled, almost into my skin, unable to pull his beautiful, sucking mouth from it, "your body...fucking amazing body...I can't imagine the pleasure it's given other men..."

"It hasn't," I replied, my body rising impatiently to meet his caresses, his kisses, his bites. "I'm a virgin."

He stopped immediately then, looking up at me. "You're saying...you've never...I can't be your first, that's not..."

I put a hand to his mouth, silencing him. "I've saved it for precisely the moment I've wanted it preserved for. I want you...no one else...to have me first."

Without another word, he crawled back to my waiting lips, knelt above me as we kissed. He eased my nightie over my head and tossed it to the floor. His palms covered my breasts, thumbs circling my rigid nipples, and my skin prickled with goosebumps. I followed suit and pulled his shirt, a plain white undershirt, off him, exposing the broad prizefighter's chest I had only until recently seen clothed. 

I reached for my panties and he stopped me. "Don't you want to see my body?" I asked innocently, not sure why he held me off.

"I will," he purred. "But let me take care of those, okay?'

I nodded and eased back down onto the bed, stretching my body out for him to see clearly. I expected him to peel my panties from me with his hands. Instead, he knelt with his head between my legs, his tongue flicking just below my navel at the pantyline. He bit at the elastic, tugged at it a bit, then let it go. His tongue descended further, tracing over the sensitive patch of skin where my thigh met my pelvis, and sweeping upward over the clothed seam of my pussy. I moaned loudly, my hips rising, pushing myself closer to his mouth. With a hand, he pushed the skimpy panties aside, and gave a long, teasing lick that only penetrated halfway beyond my outer lips. I knew that, nevertheless, he had gotten a potent taste of my wetness down there; just the first kiss had made me wetter than a baby seal.

I eased my fingers down there, and with my first and middle fingers in the shape of a V, I spread my outer lips for him, wanting desperately for his mouth to find that one ultrasensitive button, the one that had sent me shuddering into orgasm so many times before. 

"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned throatily as he finally closed his mouth over my aching clit, the feeling of his mouth and the vibrations from his oralization stabbing at it languorously. My back arched involuntarily, my pelvis jumping in tiny little seizures. He plunged his tongue deep into my folds, teasing my swollen, fully risen clitoris unmercifully. 

"Oo-oohhhhh, Jesus," I murmured heavily. "Yeesssssssss, eat my pussy, uncle Cliffe. MMMMMMmmmmm, don't stop...you're gonna make me come..."

Promptly, he pressed his face harder into my wetness, sucking and biting and tongueing, and oh God, everything he could throw in to bring me closer. My hands were soon in his wet, dark hair, grasping it as if bracing myself for some cataclysmic force that would hurdle me right from the bed. 

"Uuuunnnnnngggghhh, YES...nnnGod, I'm commmming...," I gasped, losing the ability to breathe for a moment, the rippling, forceful pulse clutching every muscle in my body. 

"Come for me, gorgeous," he said as he watched me orgasm, unable to do anything for a split-second except physically exist. 

After I recovered a bit, I sat up, pulling his boxers down determinedly, freeing a very impressive cock. About 6.5 inches fully hard, maybe seven, just the sight of his thick, baby smooth cock made my pussy drool even more. He moaned softly as I ran my hands up and down it, just getting a feel, relishing my first touch of his gorgeous prick. 

"Uncle Cliffe," I whispered, laying back. "Bring it to me. I want a taste."

"I'm right here, baby," he said, seeming confused. 

"No, come up here. Put it in my mouth," I said, licking my lips suggestively. He seemed to get the idea and hesitantly crawled up to me, his thighs on either side of my shoulders. "I don't want to hurt you or anything. Maybe I'd better lie--"

I silenced him by pulling his hips forward, taking his entire cock into my mouth. He leaned forward, grabbing the headboard of the bed, and let me work my magic.

I gorged myself, a glutton for his cock, licking, sucking, and slurping his head like a delectable gourmet lollipop. I could feel the pulse in the veins of his dick, defined and tumescent like tiny hoses, as my hot velvet mouth slid forward and back again upon his shaft. Still stroking him with a wet palm, I traced my tongue around and between his balls, stroked his septum, even gently sucked each testicle into my mouth, massaging them lovingly with my lips each time I released them. Cliffe groaned and thrashed above me, and when I slid his cock in my mouth again, he braced himself on the headboard and began to fuck that hole, using my mouth like a tight, willing cunt. With my hands, I kneaded his balls as he fucked with wild abandon, dug my nails into the cheeks of his ass...by far, it was as filthy as oral sex ever hoped to get in any man's wildest dreams. Cliffe had his dream now, fucking the beautiful candy mouth of his young teen niece. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh...," he moaned in warning. "Jesus Christ, this feels so good...but I don't want to come like this." He rapidly withdrew his cock from my mouth; I lifted my head, kept running my lips on the underside of the head, snaking a tongue around it deviously. I wanted him in every way possible, but I most certainly didn't mind if he came all over my face. He put a hand behind my head, grasping my hair gently, and held me at bay, crawling back down from his delicious straddling of my face. He kissed me deeply, most likely tasting the spice of his pre-cum on my jowls and on my tongue. His cock was still rock hard, and was lying impatiently against my slit. Fervently, I began to grind him, lifting my hips so as to slip his stone hard dick into the folds of my pussy. The thick head massaged my clit as I rocked my hips as violently as I could to facilitate my horniness. 

"Cliffe...fuck me," I demanded hoarsely. "Fuck me now. Put that beautiful cock inside me."

"Are you sure?" He asked, licking my neck and chest, the question almost muffled. "Is it really what you want?"

I grabbed two handfuls of his hair, made him look at me squarely. "YES. Can't you see how fucking bad I want you? How wet I am, how badly I need you to fuck me? Do it."

He moved his hips, placing his cock outside the entrance to my very essence, the epicenter of all my unrequieted desire for him. "It'll hurt...," he started.

I raised my hips a little, accepting an inch of him inside me. "I know...don't stop," I ordered, trying to slide myself further. He slid his palms up my arms, held them above my head as if somehow forcing me to submit to something I wanted more than anything conceivable. 

Then he pushed into me swiftly, breaking me. I winced, a tiny yelp escaping from between my pursed lips. 

He didn't move for a minute, but buried his head in my breasts, sucking, kissing, trying to alleviate the pain in any way he could. The pain had been sharp, but ebbed fairly quickly. I squeezed his cock with my pussy muscles, warming to him again. As my legs closed around him, he knew I was ready again, and began to slide deeply into me and back out.

"God, you're-," he started, his breath labored as he fucked me. "This is incredible...so tight..."

I pushed my hips up with every descending thrust, opening myself to allow him as deeply inside me as he could go. Every nerve in my body had migrated to my cunt, and each nerve tingled and pulsed as he used me, faster and more forcefully now.

"Yesssss," I hissed, my long, perfect nails scratching deeply into his arms and neck. "Fuck me hard...I want it nice and rough." 

"Mmmyeah?" Cliffe prompted, and I could feel both his pace quicken and the turgor of his cock quicken with my dirty request. "Like THAT?" He slammed his hips against me, emphasizing the word "that". I squealed, further fueling him on.

"You LIKE it...NICE and...ROUGH?" Each word punctuated with another powerful, violent thrust, so that I screamed my answer, "Yes!" into his ear. He still gripped my arms, holding them down tightly. My legs now squeezed him so powerfully that it was a wonder he could breathe. 

Instead of hard, quick, start and stop thrusts, he now combined power with speed, fucking me unmercifully. I shreiked, spreading my legs open wide as he drilled me relentlessly. My tits swayed and bumped like globes of Jello; he released my arms and grabbed my hips, using them for leverage to fuck me even deeper. My hands now grasped the headboard. The power of our fucking had the bed smacking the wall, the mattress shaking with the magnitude of an earthquake.

"OOHHHHHhhhhhh, fuck!" I cried out, a tight, warm sensation beginning to spread throughout my deflowered pussy. "Make me come, Uncle Cliffe, don't stop! Make me...coooooome!" With a few more thrusts, my orgasm exploded within me like an overinflated balloon. My scream ceased abruptly for a few seconds when every movement in my body froze in the throes of climax. As it released, so did my cries, my voice nearly running hoarse as I shrilly murmured unintelligible gibberish. Orgasm seemed to grip and flow through me for an unprecedented amount of time. 

Sweat poured from my uncle as he hollowed me out with his cock. As I came, my pussy contracted so tightly that it didn't take much longer for him to join me. "MMMMmmmmmmmm, shit," he bellowed, his eyes shutting tightly. "Coming...coming...uhhhnnNNNNNNNNNNNN!" I could feel his cum shoot deep inside me, bathing my cervix as it shot with the force of a rocket. He came in long, deep spurts, and he held his cock to its hilt inside me until his orgasm subsided. As his muscles relaxed, all the strength seemed instantly sucked from him, and he collapsed forward on his arms, his face resting on my shoulder. The lack of breath and the sweat suggested he'd just run the Boston Marathon.

Regaining strength slowly, he lifted himself, looking me directly in the face. I opened my mouth, mingling my tongue with his once again. We kissed deeply for a long while, entertaining ourselves as we allowed our bodies to slacken, our breathing to slow, and our heartbeats to calm. He rolled off me slowly, sinking back into the rumpled, sweat soaked pillows. 

"You know...," Cliffe started hesitantly. "Maybe this was allowed to happen to get it out of our systems, but...you realize this can't happen again. Not ever."

"I know," I answered simply. 

"But, then again," he said with a laugh. "This was great. The best I ever had, hands down."

"That's because it was forbidden," I answered knowingly. "Because it was an act of great risk and of an illicit nature. I'm extremely young, you're family, you're married, that sort of thing."

"Yeah," he said. "I always wondered what it'd be like."

"So now we know. And we can go back to being just family," I concluded. "Right?"

"Right."

And so it was then that we settled into an exhausted sleep. Things had finally happened as they had meant to, and the desire was from then on purged from me with the satisfied knowledge that things between us finally felt completed.