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Karen and Me

By: Oldguy45



This is my second foray into the transsexual genre. It is also an incest story. I set out to create a truly appealing, sexy heroine. I hope I succeeded. Enjoy the story. I hope I didn't offend anyone. I certainly didn't set out to. I welcome your feedback.

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The name's Dominic, "Dom" for short. I'm a diesel mechanic. Maybe I'm a little rough around the edges. But hey, I have my sensitive side too. Didn't I cry when my cat Sammy died last year? I've been known to tear up at sad movies, too.

So when my baby sister called the other night and asked if I would take her son Kevin out on his birthday, I thought about it for just a second before saying yes. He's turning 21 this year, and she's going to be out of town, and would I help, blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, this wouldn't have even come up if Kevin and I didn't live in the same city, away from our hometown. You see, Kevin is going to cosmetology school, and I work for a heavy equipment company, and we both live in a seaport town two hours from home. There's a cosmetology school in our town, but Kevin chose to move away because he wanted a new start. Besides, some guys from high school may have been hassling him.

You see, in his senior year in high school, Kevin confirmed what everybody in the family already knew by coming out as gay. He had always been somewhat effeminate, but after he came out, and after the ensuing tumult had subsided, he had relaxed and become even more so. It had made a few people in the family uncomfortable, but we had all come to accept him.

I had heard from Kevin from time to time. We had talked on the phone, and I had seen him at home on the holidays. Kevin had always been friendly, and had given me a big smile and hugged my neck. He got my name once in the family lottery (that's what I call it) for Christmas gift-giving, and had given me a very nice set of insulated driving gloves.

After I hung up with my sister, I called Kevin on his cell phone.

"Kevin, this is your uncle Dominic."

"Oh hi, Uncle Dom! So nice to hear from you."

"Yeah. Well, I was calling about your birthday." I found myself suddenly nervous.

"Yes?" he said.

"Well, your mom called me and asked if I would take you out and I said..."

"Okay, I'll go," Kevin said quickly.

"Well, uh..." I stammered, "Don't you have plans?" I hadn't expected him to agree so readily.

"Well, the girls are giving me a little party at school, but that's about it. Are you trying to weasel out, Uncle Dom?" He sounded a little hurt. I hastened to clarify the situation.

"No, no, Kevin! I'm happy to take you. I just thought that a popular guy like you would have a, uh, significant other, if you know what I mean."

"No, Uncle Dom. I don't have a boyfriend, if that's what you mean." He emphasized the "boy" in boyfriend. Probably to make me squirm. It worked. "I'm actually a homebody," he added. "Most nights I stay home and study."

"Well, what do you say to a nice dinner and a movie for your birthday?" I asked.

"That sounds wonderful. I accept."

"Okay. I'll pick you up Friday night. Wear something nice, 'cause we're going somewhere swanky."

"I'll be ready," he said.

We set a time and place. I would be picking him up at seven at his apartment.

Now, like I said, I'm a diesel mechanic. But I do pretty well for myself. I have a nice apartment, a truck, a nice car, and a bass boat. (Diesel mechanics are in high demand.) I also know how to dress, when I have to.

On Friday evening, I drove over to Kevin's apartment. He lived in an area that had seen better times. On the way into the apartment complex, I saw one or two groups of young men hanging out on street corners.

I was dressed in gray wool dress pants, a crisp yellow shirt, and turquoise tie. I had on my nicest soft brown leather dress shoes and my cream-colored cashmere cardigan. I was driving my Buick Lucerne instead of my work truck.

I knocked on Kevin's door and waited. When the door opened, I was taken aback by what I saw. A lovely young woman stood before me. Her hair, glossy and black, was parted in the middle and shaped smoothly around her face. Her eyes were big and blue and bright. A thin silver chain accentuated her slender neck, matched by tasteful dangly earrings. She wore a dark green cowl neck dress over a petite, almost coltish figure. The hem of the dress ended just above her knees, revealing finely muscled calves and nicely shaped ankles. Her makeup was perfect, and her red lips parted in a smile when she saw me. She extended a feminine, manicured hand to me and said, "Uncle Dom! So nice to see you!"

"Um, hello. I was looking for Kevin," I managed to stammer.

"It's me, Uncle Dom. It's me, Kevin," the lovely young woman said.

I couldn't say anything. I just stammered some more.

"Kevin? How could it be...?" I managed to get out.

She grabbed my hand and led me into her apartment. I was so surprised that I let her lead me to a chair at the kitchen table. She sat down across from me.

"I should have warned you what to expect," she said.

"I can't believe it! Is it really you, Kevin?"

"Yes it is, Uncle. Only now I go by the name Karen."

"Well, I mean, what happened?"

She grabbed my rough, calloused hand in her feminine one and asked, "Are you disappointed?"

She was smiling, but I saw her lower lip tremble, and there was a plea in her eyes.

I smiled at her pretty face, her beautiful eyes, and said, "No, I'm not, Karen. Not at all. You look lovely."

Tears glistened in her eyes. She blinked, looked away. "Thank you," she said quietly. She got up and walked over to the couch, grabbed her shawl and handed it to me before turning away and standing there. For a moment (moron that I am), I didn't know what she wanted me to do. Then I remembered my manners and placed the wrap on her shoulders. She looked at me in a way that made my knees weak.

"By the way, happy birthday," I said quietly.

"Thank you," she said demurely.

Karen was so feminine, so ladylike, that I found it extremely difficult to remember that this young woman was actually a young man. We got to my car and I held the door open for her and helped her in.

When we were both settled, Karen reached over and put her hand on top of mine. "Thank you, Uncle Dom, for this. It means a lot to me."

"You are welcome, Karen," I said sincerely.

"You have a nice car, Uncle Dom," Karen said, appreciatively running her hand over the upholstery.

"Thanks. Not bad for a mechanic, huh?"

"Not at all," she said.

Karen looked over at me. "You look very handsome tonight, Uncle," she said, her voice a little bit husky.

"Thank you," I replied, suddenly acutely aware of her powerful femininity.

I took my time driving to the restaurant. We had plenty of time, and I wanted to talk and catch up. She found a radio station she liked, but turned the volume down so that we could hear each other.

We discussed the usual things: school, friends, family, work. We did not talk about her transformation from a young man into a beautiful young woman. (I hoped to bring that up later.)

I ordered a bottle of wine when we got to the restaurant, in honor of her 21st birthday. It was a nice red, and when Karen drank, she drank as if she knew what she was doing. (Oh well, for all I knew, she'd been drinking for years.) I had a steak. She had soup and salad. She nibbled on a little bread and drank some more wine.

"You can eat what you want, Karen," I chided her. "Don't be bashful."

"Thank you, Uncle, but a girl's got to watch her figure."

It was right about then that I noticed something. Karen had the beginnings of breasts. I looked closely at the dress, the way it hung on her, and, sure enough, Karen was developing breasts. That really brought it home to me: my nephew had become my niece. Kevin was serious enough about the transformation to do whatever was necessary to grow breasts. I wondered if his, I mean her, mother knew.

I ordered another bottle of wine and poured for us both. By this time, we were both feeling the effects. Emboldened by the food and drink, I had the courage to ask, "So Karen, what happened? I mean, when did you decide to make this change?" I was putting it as delicately as I could so as not to hurt her feelings. But I was curious.

She took a large swallow and said, "Uncle Dom, I think I've always known. I've always known that I would be more comfortable living as a woman. Heaven knows I fought it for as long as I could. Heck, I fought being gay for a while, but eventually I just had to give in. I'm gay and there's nothing I can do about it. Becoming female took a little longer, but I eventually had to give in to that as well."

I took a bite of steak and a swallow of wine. "Have you told your mother yet?"

She looked down at her salad. "Not exactly. I have warned her that I've changed. I just haven't told her what kind of change to expect."

"Well, this is going to be a real eye-opener for her," I said.

"I know. And I'm dreading it," she said quietly.

I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. "If it will help, I'll be there when you tell her."

For the second time that night, I saw tears in Karen's eyes. "I would really appreciate that, Uncle Dom," she said.

We passed the rest of the meal talking about my work as a mechanic. She seemed interested, but I'm sure she wasn't. I mean, does a young attractive woman really care about diesel engines? But it lightened the mood and gave us a chance to change the subject. 

By the time I put down my knife and fork, we were both a little tipsy. I suggested coffee, and she readily agreed. When the waiter appeared, I also ordered a slice of carrot cake, which this restaurant was known for.

The coffee and cake arrived a few minutes later. At first Karen demurred, but I convinced her to share the cake with me. We sipped coffee and nibbled cake, and I asked, "Are you having a good time, Karen?"

"Oh yes, thank you, Uncle Dom. It's been wonderful."

"Well, what movie would you like to see?"

"Actually, I have a suggestion," she said. "Let's go to your place a watch a movie there. We could stop on the way and pick up ice cream."

"Whatever you want. It's your birthday. Tell you what, I'll give you your present at my place."

Karen's face lit up. "You got me a present?" she asked smiling, showing white even teeth.

"Now what kind of uncle would I be if I didn't get you a present on your birthday?"

Just then, I had a worrying thought. What if she didn't like it? Damn! With my guard down from the wine and her attention, I had let on that she had a present coming. But I'd bought the present for Kevin, not Karen. Oh well, too late now. I'd have to go through with it and give it to her.

Truthfully, my head was reeling a little. I had come prepared to take my nephew out, and had ended up taking my niece out. And she was no masculine-looking crossdresser, either. Kevin had transformed himself into an honest-to-goodness woman. A damned attractive one. She was sure making my head spin.

The coffee sobered both of us up, and by the time we started for home, I was back in control. We stopped at a store and picked up a quart of Rocky Road ice cream. At my apartment complex, I pulled into my parking space beside my boat and my truck. As I handed Karen out, she looked appreciatively at my boat and said, "Holy cow, Uncle Dom! Is this yours?"

"Well, mine and the bank's," I said. "Mostly mine. It's nearly paid off."

She put her hand through my arm and looked up at me. "Any chance I might get to ride on it sometime?"

I looked down at her and became aware, once again, just how sexy and appealing Karen was, and said, "I'd say there's a very good chance you'll ride on it sometime. Maybe sooner than you think." (Now what the heck did I meant by that?)

"I'm going to hold you to that," she said.

When we got to my apartment, she asked where the bathroom was so she could go freshen up. I told her and went to my bedroom, where I changed into soft flannel pajamas. I was glad to get out of the shirt and tie I'd been wearing.

When I got back to the living room, Karen was looking over my DVD collection. I was a little surprised at her appearance. The dress had been replaced by a man's white tee shirt. Her legs were smooth and white and she wore little pink and white booties. When she bent over to inspect the DVDs on the lower shelves, I could see that she was wearing panties with little red hearts on them, and that her butt cheeks were shapely and utterly adorable. 

I couldn't help but notice the modest bulge between her thighs.

I guess she heard me come up behind her because she asked, "See anything you like?"

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

"To watch, silly," she said with a throaty laugh. "What did you think I meant?"

"Uh, I don't know," I said, embarrassed at being caught in the act of looking.

She straightened and turned to me. Up to this point, I hadn't realized how short she was. I'm five-nine. She couldn't have been more than five even. Her eyes were enormous as she gazed up at me. I caught a whiff of her perfume. "I have a favor to ask, Uncle," she said.

"Anything," I replied, meaning it.

"I really don't want to go back to my apartment. Is it all right if I stay with you tonight?"

I might be a little slow, but I wasn't sending this delightful creature away.

"Of course you can stay," I replied.

"Oh good! Thank you!" she said. 

And then Karen lowered her gaze, closed her eyes, and gave me a little curtsey.

It was at that moment that I think I fell a little bit in love with her.

Then she held up a DVD and said, "I want to watch this, if it's all right." It was Conan The Barbarian. The one from the '80s, not the newer one. It's actually one of my favorites.

"Good choice," I said. "Do you want ice cream?"

"Yes, please!" she piped, turning around and bending over to put the disc in my player. For just a moment, I admired the view once again, knowing I was weak, knowing there would be consequences, and not really caring.

Did I fight with myself? Yes I did. But the fact is that I'm 38 years old with a good job, a nice home, and most of the toys I've ever wanted. But I have no wife or girlfriend. The last woman in my life had been Marie. We'd been semi-serious for about a year, and then it had fizzled out. There had been no tearful breakup, no catastrophic argument. One day, I hadn't called. And that day had stretched into the next, and then a week had gone by. When I did call, Marie hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, she hadn't seemed interested at all. So we'd left it at that. Occasionally we would see each other at the Walmart. We would speak pleasantly, then go our separate ways. It had been almost a year, and there had been no one since.

I work at construction sites and maintenance shops. I work with men, mostly. The women I run into are either attached or not attractive to me. I don't go to church (although I should), and I rarely go to bars. I am attracted to petite, feminine women, not really the kind found on construction sites or in maintenance shops.

As I dished up ice cream, I was fully aware that what was happening was wrong on so many levels. I wondered which was the bigger issue: the incest issue, or the same-sex issue? I had always been friendly with Kevin, but I'd never had any idea that he harbored any "special feelings" for me. Yet Kevin had transformed into Karen, and she was in my living room in a tee shirt and panties, smelling and looking like a million bucks, and unless I was completely wrong, aiming to seduce me tonight. And I was vulnerable. I was lonely, and I missed the company of women. Of a woman. And as I said before, Karen was the type of woman I was attracted to. Did it really matter that Karen was really Kevin, or vice versa? Not really. The person in my living room was undeniably female. Did it matter that she was related to me? Not (apparently) to her it didn't. And at that moment, it didn't to me either.

When I got back to the living room, Karen was on the couch under a blanket. She was studying the remote, trying to make sense of its many buttons. I handed her her ice cream and she handed me the device saying, "That thing's too complicated for me."

I pushed buttons, started the movie and adjusted the volume. Karen asked, "You want some blanket, Uncle?"

"Sure," I said.

She scooched over closer and placed the blanket over both of us. As she leaned over me, I caught her womanly scent again. It was warm and sweet and slightly musky. Through the armhole of her tee shirt, I caught a brief glimpse of budding side boob. I looked up at her face. From this close, and in this light, it was possible to see a hint of masculinity. It was more a sense than something you could actually put your finger on. There was something about the squareness of her jaw or the look around her eyes. But many women have masculine jawlines or mannish eyes. It doesn't detract from their femininity or beauty. And so it was with Karen. As she draped the blanket over us, I was aware of only one thing: her blinding, overwhelming femaleness. I was totally caught up in it.

We ate ice cream and traveled to ancient Cimmeria, home of Conan. I have always enjoyed the movie, and I could tell Karen did, too. We grew quiet and watched, drawn into the story. Gradually, I became aware that Karen had moved closer. Our thighs were touching, and she, from time to time, would grab my arm.

"Wow, you have muscles, Uncle Dom," she whispered, squeezing my arm.

"Thanks," I whispered back.

A few minutes later, her head was on my shoulder. She put her arm through mine. My hand was now resting on her slender, smooth thigh. It seemed that Karen couldn't keep still. She kept shifting and squirming. Not a lot, just a little. She seemed to get comfortable after a while.

Conan is a fairly long movie. A little more than halfway into it, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I was soon struggling to stay awake. Close beside me, Karen was breathing softly and deeply. She had dozed off. I leaned over and whispered, "Karen..."

"I'm awake," she murmured sleepily.

For a few minutes at least, we both watched the movie. But eventually we both dozed off again.

When I again awoke, the movie was over. The TV was quiet. The room was dark and still, but Karen and I were warm under our blanket.

It was then that it happened. I shifted a little, my hand moved, and I felt myself touching Karen between her legs. And there it was, all right. Her cock. For just a moment, I felt its semi-hardness. I started to pull back, but Karen's hand closed over mine and pulled it right back into her lap. She rubbed against me several times. I could feel her getting hard. I was getting hard, too.

"Oh Uncle Dom," she sighed

Before I could respond, Karen had shifted her position to straddle my thigh. Her arms went around my neck. Her smooth, supple girl's body was against mine. I felt her breath on my ear. Her lips traveled down my jawline and our mouths crushed against each other in the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced. My arms went around her slim waist and I pulled her to me, hard. She gave a little moan and we sought each other's mouths hungrily. I was overwhelmed by the fervor and intensity of the kiss. I reached down and cupped her tight little buttock. "Yes!" she moaned again.

"Karen, I'm not sure we should be doing this," I managed to croak.

"I know, I know, Uncle Dom. But I've had a crush on you forever, and I've waited so long and I..."

She kissed me again, rubbing her crotch with its now erect cock against my thigh and my belly. I felt her warm small hand snake down and enter my pajama bottoms.

Oh my God, I was powerless to stop her. It had been a long time for me, too.

She grasped my steel-hard rod firmly and jacked it up and down a few times. I groaned in spite of myself. It felt so good. We kissed again and again.


Karen and Me Ch. 02



Part 2: The Fishing Trip




I opened my eyes a few minutes before the alarm went off. I looked. It was 6:28 and we were going fishing. By we, I mean myself and my transgender niece, Karen.

A little background is in order. My name is Dominic, Dom for short. I live in a coastal city where I make a good living as a diesel mechanic. I'm in my early thirties. I wouldn't call myself fat, but I am a little...burly. I have thick black hair, graying slightly at the temples, brown eyes, and the large hands and forearms of someone in my field. I'm about five-eight. When I said I make a good living, I meant that I have a nice apartment, a truck, a car, and a boat. I'm not devastatingly handsome, but I'm not ugly. I'm normal-looking, I guess.

My niece is Karen. She used to be my nephew Kevin, but now she is transitioning to being a woman full-time. Karen has black hair (currently streaked with purple), blue eyes, and a slight build. She recently got a tattoo on her shoulder, in black, of a flock of birds in flight. Karen is a cosmetology student, which sort of explains the purple hair. She actually borders on goth, favoring black clothes and dark eye makeup.

Karen recently caused an uproar in the family by announcing to everyone that she was planning to begin living as a woman. This was the second uproar she'd caused, the first being when she came out as gay. The family was still reeling from that little nugget. Anyway, she had driven home one Friday afternoon dressed completely as a young woman, makeup, clothes and all. When Karen had pulled into the driveway of her mother's (my sister's) house, she hadn't recognized her at first. That showed how far along Karen was. To all outward appearances, she was female. During a long, loud and anxious weekend, Karen had tried to explain to our family how it felt to be a woman trapped inside a man's body. There had been tears, plenty of them, all around. I was there to support Karen, but in the end, I heard it from everyone. They all wanted to know if I had known what was going on. I told the truth and said yes. My sister wanted to know why I hadn't called her. I told the truth again: Karen wanted to tell the family herself, in her own way. There were questions and arguments and shouting and hugging. Boy was there hugging. By Sunday evening though, the furor had died down. Reluctantly, the family realized that Karen was who she was, and she wasn't going to change. I followed Karen back to our town and made sure she got safely home.

So far so good, right? Now here comes the sticky part. Karen and I are deeply into an incestuous sexual relationship. I know that's going to turn a lot of you off right away. I understand. But it's true, so there's no point in beating around the bush. (I know, poor choice of words.)

Karen doesn't live with me yet. I would like her to move, if not in with me, then to someplace safer, but she's been resistant so far. We live separately to maintain appearances with our family. Needless to say, they don't know how intimate our relationship has become. It will have to be dealt with at some point, I know, but not now. It's the elephant in the room, so to speak.

The whole thing started about three months ago. My sister had asked me to take Kevin out to dinner on his 21st birthday. Imagine my surprise when I got to his place and Kevin was really Karen. Well, we went out anyway, had a really nice time and then went back to my place. We were watching a movie on the couch. We got comfortable and fell asleep. When we woke up after having snuggled together in our sleep, well, nature took its course.

Since then, Karen and I have spent lots of time together, both in and out of bed. We are, in fact, dedicated lovers. Okay, so there, it's out. I, Dominic, am having sexual relations with my 21 year-old transgender niece. Love? Of course I'm in love. I loved Kevin as my nephew. I love Karen as my lover and my niece. I know she loves me back. She's said so.

You could say that I'm taking advantage. Maybe I am on some level. But not really. Karen is of age. She's an adult and she had her eyes open when we started this thing. I've never made any demands on her. She comes and goes at my place as she pleases. We have a good time together. Yes, I do help her financially, at least sometimes. I've bought her books and groceries a couple of times. But hey, she's family, right? And she knows how to show her appreciation. Karen can be very appreciative, if you know what I mean.

I reached over and turned off the alarm before it could go off. Then I laid there for a few minutes enjoying the warmth of the bed and Karen's closeness. My mind returned to the previous night. Karen and I had cooked out on the grill, watched a DVD, then gone to bed and made love. Twice. We had used out hands and mouths and cocks on each other in a variety of ways. Until I met Karen, I didn't know I could cum so many times. My niece is an eager, passionate lover, the lover of my dreams, except that she has a cock instead of a pussy.

She snuggled closer to me, mumbling something and pushing her butt against my crotch. Her smooth warm skin rubbing against my penis caused it to harden, and soon I had a full erection. I reached down and rubbed the head against the tight little button of Karen's anus. Though still asleep, she pushed back against me.

I really wanted to fuck her again, but it was Saturday morning, and we were definitely going fishing. Still, I needed some relief. My hardon was really insistent. So I reached over and turned on the lamp on my side of the bed. I carefully pushed the covers down, exposing Karen's smooth white butt. She shifted and mumbled, but she didn't awaken. Carefully, I knelt beside her on the bed. For just a moment I admired the view. Karen's ass was smooth, curved, absolutely hairless, and very feminine. I ran my hand caressingly over the silky globes, gently prying them apart and gazing at her tight puckered asshole. The night before, I'd done my best to loosen it with my bare, eight-inch cock. But this morning, it looked as tight as ever. I fingered her pucker for a moment, then grabbed my cock and began stroking it. I might not fuck her this morning, but I intended to cum.

Karen mumbled again and shifted her legs a little, opening her ass cheeks just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her little rosebud. I continued stroking my very hard cock, keeping my eyes focused on the delectable target in front of me. I was intending to "mark my territory," so to speak.

The pleasure in my loins built steadily as I pulled on my cock. I put a little baby oil on my hand and continued stroking. The smoothness and oiliness of my palm increased my pleasure and I could feel my climax building. Karen turned her head to one side. I could see her sweet lips now, her long lashes. I imagined those lips sliding up and down on my shaft, feel her tongue as it licked and tasted me. I could imagine Karen's big blue eyes on mine as she lovingly fellated me. Her eyes promised everything.

My pleasure was peaking now. I could feel my sperm gathering in my balls. Another few strokes and I would explode. Karen swallowed, smacking her lips softly. She turned a little more towards me. Her eyes came open and met mine. She smiled a little. "Hi, Uncle," she whispered. The sound of her husky yet feminine voice did it for me. The semen gathered in my balls overflowed and rushed out of my cock, landing in thick white ropes on Karen's ass as pleasure shot through me. Three, four, five times I spurted onto Karen's white butt. The sperm pooled in viscous white globs, dripping down onto the bed and into her crack, coating her pink-brown butthole.

"Uncle! You're an animal!" Karen exclaimed, looking up at me. She was smiling, though. I bent over and smeared the cum around with the head of my dick, chuckling as I did so.

"Whew! What a great way to start a great day," I said. I slapped her on the ass and said, "Rise and shine, baby girl. It's time to go fishing."

Karen groaned. "What time is it?" she asked.

I told her and she groaned again. I got off the bed and headed for the shower. I was letting the warm water cascade over me and humming loudly when Karen joined me. My shower isn't huge, but it's large enough for both of us. We washed each other's hair, rinsed, and then I turned off the water while we soaped each other up.

Karen scrubbed my back with a washcloth, remarking, as she always did, on how much hair I had back there. "You're like a frickin' national forest, Uncle Dom," she said laughing. She scrubbed me front and back and top to bottom, kneeling in front of me and tenderly washing my cock and balls. She smoothed her hair back and looked up at me. "I'm in love with you. You know that, don't you, Uncle Dom?

I knelt down, soapy as I was, and said, "I know, sweetheart. I'm in love with you, too." I stood up, pulled her up and began soaping her. I used my hands. I lathered her neck and shoulders, moving down over her budding breasts. Then I did her back, using my nails a little, the way she likes it. After soaping my hands again, I lathered her buttocks well, slipping two fingers in to wash her anus. She turned around and I continued on her front, marveling at her smooth white skin. Karen was not pudgy, nor was she hard and muscled. Instead, she was smooth and firm, with just the right amount of fat. Her body was a wonderland for me. I loved exploring it with my hands, my mouth and tongue, and my cock. Now, as I soaped her front, I found myself kneeling in front of her. Her semi-erect penis was right in front of my face.

I hadn't sucked her. Yet. I had given Karen lots of handjobs and reach arounds. We had done frottage together—laid our cocks next to each other, touching along their length, and masturbated them together. I had fondled her and kissed all around her pubic hair. I had even nuzzled her cock. But I hadn't put it in my mouth.

So there I was, kneeling in the shower, both of us soapy, Karen's cock at full attention right in front of me.

So I kissed it. Just a peck, but a kiss nonetheless.

I kissed it and looked up into her eyes. She was smiling. "Finish soaping me, Uncle. It's time to go fishing," she said. I washed her cock and balls gently, lovingly, a little in awe of her hardness. I suppose that I took mine for granted. But to feel another cock besides your own, feel its length and strength and rigidity. Well, it's an eye-opener.

When I had washed her feet, she turned the water back on and we rinsed off. Her erection started to subside a little. We dried each other, enjoying the moment. I carefully dried her semi-erect member and she lovingly dried mine, giving it a squeeze and a pull. By the time we were finished, I had made up my mind about something.

***

To make things easier, I had done most of the preparations the night before. The boat was already hitched to the truck, the snacks and drinks ready, the fishing gear stowed, fuel tanks full, etc.

That meant that all we had to do was get dressed and go. Still, it took Karen a while to decide what to wear. Me, I was wearing a tee shirt, cargo shorts, and sneakers. I had my Costas, my cell phone, my hat, my wallet and keys. I was ready.

Karen, on the other hand, had several shorts and shirts laid out on the bed. I didn't say anything, but she could tell I was getting impatient. Finally she decided on a pair of short shorts, a tank top, a loose gray sweatshirt, and her nice Nikes. I noticed she packed her bathing suit as well.

"You'd better pack some sunscreen," I said.

"You are so right. I'll burn for sure," she said, and went to find it.

When she was dressed, she presented herself to me. "Well, Dom, am I ready for fishing?" she asked.

"More like a day at the beach," I said, then added, "Carry a pair of long pants, just in case."

I looked at my watch. Almost seven-thirty. She saw me looking and rushed to get the long pants. Then she rushed again, mumbling something about rainbow flip flops. I blew slowly out through my nose. Karen picked up her bag and said, "Ready to go."

As soon as we got in the truck, Karen grabbed her sweatshirt, wadded it into a pillow, and tried to sleep. "You want coffee?" I asked.

"Later," she said. "I'm still sleepy, Uncle. Nobody gets up at this hour."

"What are you talkin' about? It's a beautiful day. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, the birds are singing. Hopefully the fish will be biting."

"Hmmph," she replied, her eyes closed.

It's about an hour's drive to the lake. Karen dozed almost the whole way. About ten minutes out, she sat up and said, "Coffee. I need coffee."

I pulled into a McDonalds and got two coffees and a sausage biscuit. Karen didn't want anything to eat. "Do you think we'll catch anything?" she asked.

"I hope so," I said. "It's a nice day. Hopefully the water will be right."

A few weeks earlier, when I'd been planning this trip, Karen and I had gone together to get her fishing license. In our state, one has to produce a driver's license in order to get a fishing license. The problem was that Karen's driver license listed her as a male named Kevin, while in fact she lived her life as a female named Karen.

We'd actually had an argument of sorts about it. Karen had wanted to insist that her fishing license (even as little as she'd probably use it) reflect the way she lived now. I could see what a can of worms (catch the fishing pun?) that would open with the "authorities." She was being very stubborn about it. Finally, I just said we could forget the whole thing and call off the fishing trip. My disappointment must have been evident because Karen suddenly relented. She agreed to go as Kevin to get her license. I was so happy that I hugged her, hard. "Uncle! You're squeezing me to death!" she exclaimed.

On the day we went to the sporting goods store to get her license, Karen wore no makeup, no eyeliner, no lipstick. She put on a ratty old black tee shirt and blue jeans, and wore hiking boots. She still looked like an effeminate boy, but at least she looked like a boy.

I still thought she looked great.

The old guy at the store looked at her driver's license and back at her. Then he looked again. Karen said nothing. He gave me a searching look as well. I looked him right in the eye and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"No. No problem," he stammered.

"Well, we're in kind of a hurry," I said.

He blushed a little, but processed the license. I handed over the money. He said, "Good luck." I nodded curtly to him and Karen and I left. When we got to my car, Karen threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips.

"What's that for?" I asked, surprised and pleased.

"You were great in there, Uncle Dom. The way you stood up to him."

"It wasn't anything. You were the one with real courage," I said, meaning it.

"Are you trying to say I've got balls?" Karen asked, smirking.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," I said, joining her in laughter. "They might be bigger than mine."

"I doubt that," Karen said, chuckling, "but we can compare them when we get home."

As soon as we got to my place, Karen was stripping off her clothes. Shirt, pants, boots were left in a pile on the carpet. (She had worn pretty panties under her clothing.) She immediately went to the bathroom, washed her face, and put on makeup, eyeliner, and lipstick. Then she put on one of my white tee shirts and walked around the rest of the evening with a hardon.

That night, as we lay in bed together kissing and kissing, our cocks touching, she had told me she was falling for me. I replied in kind. We made gentle love then, both of us achieving orgasm with my cock buried in her ass and my hand gripping her penis. As I spurted into her, she erupted copiously all over her chest, belly, and the bed.

We pulled out of the McDonald's and headed to the lake. When we got to the landing, there was already a line of trucks and boats waiting to launch. When our turn came, I had Karen hold on to the rope attached to the boat's bow. I backed the trailer into the water, the boat floated free, and I pulled out to park the truck and trailer.

When I got back, Karen was standing there on the dock looking uncomfortable. "Something wrong?" I asked.

"Not really. Just some guys flirting with me."

"Just flirting? Or were they being insulting?" I had my fists balled up.

"Just flirting, Dom. Nothing more," she said

"Where are they now?" I asked.

"Over there," she said, pointing to a boat heading off across the lake. "Look, it's no big deal," Karen said placatingly. "I'm just not used to guys paying attention to me."

"Well, you are a good-looking woman," I said, grabbing her by the waist and giving her a kiss.

"I love it when you're like this," she said, her hand on the back of my neck.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know. Protective of me."

"Get used to it," I said.

I got into the boat and held it tightly against the dock while she boarded. I held her hand tightly so she didn't stumble. I got her settled, life jacket and all, started the motor, and off we went. I kept my speed fairly low to give us a smooth ride. Karen sat in the front of the boat, hair in the breeze, sunglasses on, enjoying the ride. I steered the boat to one of my favorite places to fish, a little cove with fairly deep water, sheltered from the wind and nearly invisible until you were right on top of it. Most people motored on by without even seeing it. We settled in, dropped anchor and let the place get quiet around us.

The sun was still behind the trees, so it was a little cool. Karen put on her sweatshirt. She looked at me and said, "Uh-oh."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I forgot to pee before we left. Now the coffee's working on me."

"There's no one around, Karen. Just hang your butt off the side of the boat."

"Are you kidding? What if I fall in?"

"You're not going to fall in," I said, laughing. "If you want, I'll hold you."

"That won't be necessary, Uncle. I can pee by myself," she said huffily.

I wondered how she was going to manage. I knew full well how a genetic female would pretty much have to pee. I wasn't entirely surprised when Karen kneeled at the rail and peed like a man. I guess convenience won out.

"Don't way a word," Karen warned.

"Hey, I'm not saying anything. That's how I would have done it," I replied.

"Okay Uncle," she said when she had settled back down, "teach me to fish."

We had discussed this before. Earlier, I had asked Karen, "You've never been fishing? Really?"

"No Uncle, I really never have. Do I look or act like a fisherman to you?"

"I guess not," I admitted. "Then why go with me now?"

"You said it, Dom. I get to be with you," she said, emphasizing the "with."

We had picked out a rod and reel for her previously. I picked up the box of worms, handed it to her, and said, "Okay, pick out a worm."

With a look of fright and disgust, Karen very gingerly began picking though the dirt in search of a worm.

"Eeeek!" she squealed.

"What is it?" I asked, in the middle of readying my own equipment.

"They're slimy, Uncle Dom."

"Well, they're worms, Karen."

"I can't do this," she said, thrusting the box of worms at me.

"It's no big deal, Karen," I said. She watched in horrified fascination as I dug through the box and produced a fat red wiggler.

"That's gross," she said.

"Wait till you see what I do next," I said, relishing her discomfort, and threaded the worm onto the hook.

"Eeew! Eeew! Poor thing! Karen said as I baited the hook.

"It's a worm, Karen. They are food for any number of animals, including fish."

"I know. I just feel sorry for them."

"I'll show you how to cast later," I said. "For now, just hold on to your rod and watch the bobber."

I cast her line into a likely spot and handed her the rod.

"What do we do now?" she asked.




Karen and Me Ch. 02



"We wait," I answered.

I cast out one of my lines with a bobber, hook, and worm. The other I cast out using an artificial lure. The sun rose higher. It got warmer. Karen took off her sweatshirt. I reached down into the bag I brought and got out the insect repellent and the sunscreen.

"Here," I said, tossing both bottles to her. "Put these on. You'll thank me later."

"Do I really need the sunscreen? I was hoping to get some sun."

I looked at her white thighs and arms. I loved her skin, loved its feel, its smell. Hell, I even loved the taste of it. "Suit yourself, sweetie. But if you don't use sunscreen, you're gonna burn."

"Maybe later," she said. "I will put on some repellent, though. I hate bugs." She rubbed the insect repellent on her slim bare arms and shapely legs.

After awhile, she got out her phone, plugged in her earphones, and began listening to music. The morning passed. I cast and retrieved. Our worms remained undisturbed.

Finally, about an hour after we'd gotten to the little cove, I noticed something nibbling on Karen's line. She was relaxing in her seat with her eyes closed. I nudged her with my foot. She opened her eyes and looked at me questioningly. I pointed to her bobber, which was now moving around. Karen's eyes got wide and she put her phone down. "What do I do?" she gasped.

"Pick up your rod. When the bobber goes under, pull back on the line and start reeling." We watched for a few more seconds. The bobber moved around, then suddenly disappeared.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!" Karen squealed.

"Okay, reel him in!" I said excitedly.

Her rod bent. She struggled to pull the fish in. I could tell her fish wasn't especially big, but Karen said, "Oh my god, Uncle! He's huge!"

"Just keep reeling," I said.

Karen was concentrating now, her lips a tight line. Gamely she reeled until she'd brought the fish, her first fish, alongside the boat. I reached down, grabbed her line, and pulled a small bream into the boat.

"I caught him! I caught a fish!" Karen squealed.

"Yes, you did," I said proudly.

The fish, about four or five inches long, flopped around on the bottom of the boat. I caught him and started to hand him to Karen. She put her hands behind her back.

"I don't want to touch him, Uncle Dom. He's slimy and fishy and he'll make my hands stink.

"Really, Karen? You don't want to handle your first fish even a little?"

"No. And you're going to put him back, aren't you?"

I actually had planned to return the fish to the water. It was too small to keep. But I feigned surprise. 

"Why no. I was going to keep him. I'm planning to eat this puppy."

"Dom! How could you? He's so small."

"The smaller they are, the tastier," I said, smacking my lips.

"Uncle Dom, you put that little guy back in the water right now or I'm...I'm never going to speak to you again!" She looked scared and desperate that I might actually keep the fish and eat it. So I removed the hook and reluctantly put the fish back in the water.

"Ha—ha! I caught a fish and you haven't!" she crowed, dancing a little and shaking her ass at me.

"Well, we'll just see, little missy," I said.

I baited our hooks again. She still refused to bait her own, and we threw our lines back out.

Unfortunately, hers was the only fish we caught for the next forty-five minutes. The sun rose higher and it got warmer. Karen dug around in her bag and got out her swim suit. It was a two-piece, rather skimpy bikini in dark blue and black. I watched admiringly as she slipped out of her shorts and tank top and put the bathing suit on.

She modestly turned her back to me as she undressed. I enjoyed the sight of her sweet little butt, but I couldn't help seeing her cock and balls dangling between her legs.

"What are you looking at," she asked over her shoulder.

"Nothing," I said, smirking.

One she had her bottoms on, she turned around. As I said before, Karen was starting to develop small breasts.

"They're getting a little bigger, don't you think?" she asked.

"They are," I agreed.

"Do you like my little titties, Uncle Dom?"

"Yes, sweetheart, I love them."

I was rewarded with a smile.

At that very moment, when Karen was displaying her tits to me, a boat with several young guys roared by on the lake outside the cove. They were still close enough to see Karen, though. As they went by, they clapped their hands and hooted.

"Shit!" Karen said, grabbing her top and holding it in front of her.

"What's the problem?" I teased. "They're only admiring a pretty girl."

"They're ogling my tits, you moron."

"And very nice ones they are," I said.

"My tits are only for you to see, Uncle."

"You're getting a little pink," I said, noticing the way her shoulders and arms and the tops of her legs had started to burn. "Better let me put some sunscreen on you."

"Yeah, maybe you'd better," she agreed.

All the while keeping an eye on our rods, I rubbed Karen down with the sunscreen.

"I don't know, baby, you may have waited too long," I said.

"I feel all right," she said.

"All the same, let me raise the sunshade and you take a break from the sun."

I raised the sunshade and Karen got under it.

The morning wore on with nothing more than a few nibbles. At twelve, I said, "Let's move to another spot I know. It's cooler and out of the sun."

"I you say so," she said.

I pulled up the anchor, started the motor and headed out of the cove. We putted slowly up the shoreline to another of my favorite places. Karen dozed a little in the shade. We reached my other inlet. Luckily, it too was deserted. I pulled into it, anchoring behind a line of trees, effectively shielding us from view.

I pulled out a pallet I had stored in the stern and unrolled it on the floor of the boat, under the sunshade. I took off my shirt and shoes and lay down on the pallet. Karen was dozing in the seat.

"Hey sweetie," I said, nudging her, "come down here with me."

She opened her eyes, saw where I was, and joined me on the pallet. Under the sunshade, the breeze was cool. The boat rocked gently. It became quiet.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked.

"Mm-hm," she said, her eyes closed.

"This is nice, isn't it?"

"Mm-hm," she said again. "It's nice being with you, Dom. I'm pretty happy right now. Not just today, but in my life. You've been so good to me."

"I'm going to continue to be good to you, Karen, no matter what."

She frowned a little, probably thinking of our families. "I don't really want to think about that right now. I just want to enjoy being close to you."

"Me too. But I want you to consider moving in with me." I looked at her, moved her hair back over her ear, pulled her down, kissed her.

"I don't think our family would understand," she said quietly.

"Not if we told them the truth," I said. "Yes, it would involve lying. But I don't like your being in that apartment. It's not safe. You'll be safe with me."

"I know, but how would we explain it to our moms?"

"We just tell them that you needed a better place, couldn't afford it, and asked to move in with me until you got on your feet. You are family, after all. I would just be the uncle helping his nephew, I mean niece."

"Yeah, there's the whole nephew-niece thing, isn't there?" she said, laying her head on my chest.

It was true. Although Karen had told the family about her living as a young woman, there were still aftershocks from that little earthquake. If Karen had been living as a male, then moving in with me probably wouldn't be an issue. We'd just be two men living together. But the fact that Karen lived as a woman, and was attracted to men, would surely set tongues to wagging.

It was another difficult hurdle in a relationship fraught with perils of many kinds. Karen and I had found happiness and fulfillment in each other. Granted, neither of us had taken the usual route. But we had found it in each other. Here I was, in my thirties, a diesel mechanic for heaven's sake, in love with my twenty-one year old transgender niece. Our backgrounds and life experiences couldn't be more different. And yet, Karen had opened up a part of me I hadn't known existed. I had always been known as a "nice guy," but I had begun to doubt whether I would fine a mate, a soul mate. I didn't necessarily want children. What I wanted was a lover and friend, someone to share my life with. I admit to having strong physical needs. I love sex. I love the heat, the intensity, the intimacy, the pleasure. But I also love going to movies, a good book (once in a while), and, of course, fishing. I loved that Karen was willing to share those things with me. I loved that she gave her body to me. My transgender niece was an eager and passionate lover, the best I'd ever had. It mattered not a whit to me that Karen had started out as Kevin. As much as our lives would allow, I planned for Karen to live as a young woman if she chose. I was glad for the opportunity to live it with her.

Simply put, Karen had taught me the meaning of love.

"What are you thinking about, Uncle?" Karen asked quietly, her head still on my chest.

"I was thinking about what a lucky guy I am to have a smart, beautiful girlfriend like you. And I was thinking, even though out relationship is not easy or even accepted by most people, I wouldn't give it or you up for anything in the world."

"Oh Uncle Dom, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me" she said, kissing me searchingly on the mouth. "Hey, I've got an idea," she said.

"What?"

"Want to do something a little daring?"

"Uh, I don't know. What did you have in mind?"

"How about a nice blowjob?"

"Here?"

"Yes, here. On the boat. Right now."

I thought about it. We were in a secluded spot. There was nobody else around. The fish weren't biting (at least not right then).

"Sure, why not?" I said.

"Good," she said, smiling.

Karen began kissing my chest and my nipples, slowly working her way down- ward. As she did so, I felt my cock begin to harden. She rose up and put her arms around me, opening her mouth and tracing little circles with her tongue on my skin. She kissed and licked until she got to the waistband of my shorts. Deftly, she unfastened them and pulled down the zipper. She grasped the waistband, said, "Raise up," and pulled my shorts down to my knees.

My cock was fully hard now, bulging in my underwear. "Well, what do we have here?" she said, bending down to kiss and mouth my cock through the fabric. "I do believe we have a problem. Don't you, Uncle Dom?"

"I think it's a big problem, honey, and it's getting bigger by the second," I managed to croak.

"Well, let's see what we can do about it," Karen said kittenishly. She pulled my underwear down, exposing my hard, eight-inch cock. I took in a deep breath as the cool air reached it.

She began kissing my balls, licking and sucking each one into her mouth in turn. Then she fastened her sucking mouth on the root of my cock and slowly worked her way up to the swollen head, where with a little moan she engulfed me, taking about half of me into her eager mouth. She sucked strongly and I could feel her tongue sliding along the shaft, savoring the taste, the warmth and hardness of my erection.

I moaned out loud, unable to help myself. I heard her chuckle, her mouth full of me. She was enjoying herself. I thrust a little, gasping, "Take that cock, girl. Swallow it. Take it like a good little cocksucker." Her head bobbed up and down, swallowing me deeper each time. I felt her hand hefting my balls gently, lovingly then moving up to grab the shaft.

"How is it?" she asked.

"It feels so, so good baby," I whispered, involuntarily thrusting in her hand.

"Ready to cum?" she asked.

"Anytime, sweetheart," I said.

With a chuckle and a moan, Karen once again took me in her mouth, sucking ardently and working the shaft with her hand. I took a deep breath and let my mind wander, taking in the blue sky, the gentle breeze, the rocking boat, and the slowly spreading pleasure in my loins.

I put my hand gently on her head and urged her on, "Suck my hard cock, baby girl. Daddy's got some hot white cum for you. Lots of it."

"Do I get all your cum, Daddy sir?"

"All of it, sweetie. All my hot thick cum is yours."

"That's good, 'cause I want it all."

Karen began sucking again, sucking for my climax.

She cupped my balls in one hand and worked my shaft with the other. Her tongue was swirling over the head, loving it, tasting my copious pre-cum. As my orgasm neared, pleasure and warmth began spreading through my lower half. It became more intense, more centered. A tendril of exquisite sensation began at the base of my spine and climbed upward to my brain, where it blossomed. My orgasm hit me then, suffusing my entire body in a wave of feeling. The semen that had been gathering in my balls spilled out, rushed through the shaft of my cock and burst in copious gouts of thick salty fluid into Karen's hungry suctioning mouth. I pumped gobs of hot white seed into her; she took it all, sucking and swallowing. At last I was drained. I felt Karen run her thumb along the underside of my cock, squeezing out the last drops, making sure she got it all.

"Mmm, good stuff," was what she said as she raised her pretty head and looked at me. I laid there on my back, recovering, listening to the birds and feeling the rocking of the boat. The intensity of the orgasm had waned, but I would feel it for hours. Karen carefully put me back in my shorts and zipped me up, then asked, "I there anything to drink?"

"What?" I asked, smiling, "Do I taste that bad?"

"No silly," she said. "I just need some water. I think I'm getting a little dehydrated."

I got up, rummaged in the cooler, and brought out a bottle of cold water. As I handed it to her, I pulled her to me and kissed her on the mouth. Sure, I could still taste my cum, but I didn't care. At all.

"I love you kisses, Uncle," she whispered.

"I love yours, girl," I replied.

Getting back to business, we cast our lines again. I passed her a sandwich and some chips. We ate and fished, and actually caught a few. I caught a nice-sized bream with my artificial bait. Karen caught a couple of small ones which she would not touch and which she insisted be thrown back.

Around mid-afternoon, I saw her shiver. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm starting to feel a little icky," she said. "I may have gotten a little too much sun."

"Let's head back then. I'm done fishing anyway," I said. I began pulling up the anchor.

"Are you sure, Uncle Dom? I can tough it out for a while longer," Karen said.

"Yes, I'm sure. Like I said, I'm done for today."

She put her sweatshirt on and I helped her put her long pants on over her bikini. Then I made her comfortable in the front of the boat while I motored back to the landing. When we got to the dock, I helped her into the truck and turned the air on low. I loaded the boat onto the trailer with the kind help of some bystanders. One of the said, "Your lady's not feeling well?"

"A little too much sun," I replied, and thanked him for his help.

Karen was quiet on the way home. She dozed quietly in the seat, curled up on some folded clothes.

"You all right?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she murmured.

"We'll be home soon," I said.

When we got to my place, I backed the boat into its space, unhitched it and drove to the parking space. I helped Karen into the apartment and installed her on the couch with a bottle of water and some ibuprofen. Then I went back out and stowed the boat and gear and made sure everything was shipshape. 

When I got back inside, Karen was sitting up on the couch with her eyes open. She looked like she felt better.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Better," she said. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"No problem. Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Okay. Would you like to lie down?"

"Actually, yes, but after I have a shower."

"A cool shower might do you good," I said.

We went into the bedroom. I undressed and then undressed her. Yes, she had burned, but it could have been worse. Karen's arms, shoulders, and the tops of her thighs were pink. She winced when I touched her there. "We'll put some Noxzema on those areas," I said, steering her into the shower. I turned the water on cool and we got in.

"Ooooh! That's cold!" she squealed.

"Stay still. I will get better," I said.

I soaped her from top to bottom, then washed her hair. "I like your tattoo," I said as I rubbed soap on her shoulder.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

When I was done with her, I quickly soaped myself and washed my hair.

We stepped out of the shower. I quickly dried off while she stood, shivering, then dried her.

"Bed or couch?" I asked.

"Couch for now," she said.

I helped her into her flannel pjs, then covered her with a blanket while I got us a couple of glasses of tea and some pills for her. I turned the lights down low, lit a few candles and got out the Noxzema.

"Are you hungry? Can I get you something to eat?" I asked.

"No thank you," she said.

I got on the couch behind her, pulled down the blanket and pulled up her pajama top.

"How does it look?" she asked.

"Well, it's pink but I've seen worse," I said.

I opened the Noxzema and began applying it. "Oooh!" she squealed again as the cold cream hit her skin. I rubbed it on her shoulders, taking care not to rub too hard.

"How's that feel?" I asked.

"Cold at first, but good," she said.

"When your hair dries a little more, I'll brush it out for you."

"I appreciate your taking care of my, Uncle Dom," she said.

"No problem, sweetie."

I finished her back and moved around her to her front. Her pajamas were long ones, so I had to pull them down to her ankles to get to her thighs and legs. I crouched in front of her, and pulled the bottoms down. Her semi-erect penis popped into view, followed by her pink-topped thighs. I was having trouble getting close to her, so I said, "We might as well take them all the way off."

"Okay," she said.

I pulled the bottoms off her ankles and she spread her legs so I could get between them. I scooped Noxzema out of the jar and dabbed it on her hot pink skin while she shivered and squealed. As I gently massaged the cream in, her cock got steadily more erect.

So there I was, poised between Karen's thighs, applying Noxzema, while her hard cock bobbed just below my chin. I could feel the heat radiating from it, see its need. The room grew very quiet.

"Karen," I said.

"Yes, Uncle Dom."

"I'd like to."

"Are you sure, Uncle? You don't have to, you know."

"I know I don't have to. I...I want to. I want to make you feel good."

She looked at me intently for a few seconds, spread her thighs a little more, and said, "Go ahead."

I had never sucked a cock. Never. Not even when I was young. You know how some young boys experiment with each other? Well, I never did that. I was going to grow up to be a macho diesel mechanic. It had never crossed my mind to take a man's cock in my mouth. Eat pussy? Yeah, I'd eat it all week and twice on Sunday. But suck a cock? Never.

Yet here I was. And here was my transgender niece's respectably-sized cock right there, right at my mouth, practically begging to be sucked.

I told you before I had made up my mind about something. Well this is what I had made up my mind about.

I was going to suck Karen's cock.

"I'm not sure if I can take your cum yet," I said a little sheepishly. "I can try."

"Do what you feel comfortable doing, Uncle. It's all good to me."

I put down the jar of cold cream and looked down at the penis before me. Karen's cock was average-sized and fairly thick. She was uncircumcised, with a nice straight shaft, and a thick little tuft of pubic hair. Karen carefully her pubic area shaved, but she left a groomed patch of hair.




Karen and Me Ch. 02



Hesitantly, I put my nose and lips on the hard shaft. I inhaled her scent: warm skin and soap. I kissed up and down, little pecks, feeling the warmth of her phallus. I opened my mouth and the pecks became sucky kisses all around the shaft and the head. I picked up her cock and nuzzled it, a great feeling of sensuality spreading though me. I got caught up in the moment, my attention, my senses, my being centered on her marvelous cock. I moaned out loud. I was swirling my tongue around the engorged head when Karen said four urgent words: "Suck it, Uncle Dom!"

Immediately I engulfed the head in my mouth, feeling/tasting its goodness. She tasted of soap and pre-cum. I sucked hard, trying to keep my teeth clear. Karen hissed and grunted a little, and I felt her push her cock in a little deeper. I regretted not being able to swallow her the way she swallowed me, but that would come later. I bobbed up and down on her, sliding my mouth off the head and exploring the shaft and the patch of hair at the base.

"You're doing just fine," she said.

I went lower and began kissing and nuzzling her lightly fuzzed balls, even carefully taking one in my mouth. (I had seen that done in a porno.) I pushed her legs farther apart and said, "Scoot forward a little, honey." She did so and I knelt in front of her and spread her cheeks with my hands. Nestled inside was her puckered little butthole. I was about to treat myself to something very special.

I leaned in and put my tongue on her anus. "Mmmm," Karen moaned quietly. I pushed in deeper, swirling around the opening, wetting her, tasting her. I was surprised at how good she tasted down there. She was clean and sweet, even a little cinnamon-like. I kissed her with my open mouth and pushed my tongue in as far as it would go. Karen squirmed in pleasure, angling to get more of my tongue inside. I was as close to my niece as I could get. I was tasting her most intimate part, and it was good.

"Would you like a finger?" I asked quietly

"Yes, please, but not too deep."

I wet my finger and inserted it slowly, then returned to her dripping cock. I put my mouth over it and sucked ardently, the taste and smell of this lovely young woman filling my senses. I could feel Karen's tight asshole gripping my finger. I marveled at how smooth and muscular her anus was. I moved my finger in and out, gently fucking her. She was thrusting with her hips now, her hard cock sliding over my tongue, lubricated with her salty copious pre-cum. Gamely I kept her inside my mouth, kept her thrusting, kept my finger in her. I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around her and began working the shaft as I sucked for all I was worth. I was going to have Karen's semen tonight!

"Oh Uncle! Oh! I'm gonna cum soon!" she cried out, steadily working my mouth, hand and finger.

In truth, I was loving what I was doing. It was a sensory delight for me to be this close and involved with Karen and her body. I took my mouth off momentarily, looked up at her and said, "Good, huh?"

"Oh yeah! Don't stop, Dom! I'm almost there," she gasped.

I took her back in and continued sucking. All I wanted now was to feel the hot jet of her semen into my mouth. I wasn't sure what I'd do with it once it was there, but suddenly the most important thing in the world was for Karen to cum.

And she was close. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" she managed, then "Oh god, I'm cumming, Uncle Dom!"

Her movements became jerky and erratic. She uttered a series of yelps. I felt her butthole convulsing around my finger, and then her sperm gushed out of her cock and into my mouth. I was a little surprised at the force of her ejaculation. The first bolt literally hit the back of my throat. It was followed by several other spurts in quick succession. What followed next was a reflex: I swallowed. I had a mouthful of salty semen in my mouth and I did what came naturally, I gulped in all down. As I did so, a great feeling of pride and accomplishment came over me. I had done it! I had sucked a cock and swallowed the cum! Karen was writhing in ecstasy under me and it was my doing. What a feeling, to be able to give so much pleasure.

And the taste of sperm really wasn't so bad.

I kept on sucking until she was done, then gently let her go and took my finger from her butthole. I crawled up between her legs. Her arms came around my neck. We kissed, oh how we kissed! They were the best kisses of my life. Karen took my breath away with her passion.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Oh Uncle, it was too much! You were wonderful."

"Not bad for a first-timer, huh?"

"Not bad at all," she sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too, Karen," I said.

I put her pajama bottoms back on and got behind her with a brush. As I said before, Karen's hair was black with purple strands in it. It was thick and soft, well taken care of. It only fell about to her neck, but it needed brushing. So Karen leaned forward and I gently brushed out the tangles. She liked it parted on the side, so I carefully brushed it into the style she liked.

By this time I had a monstrous hard-on. Karen felt it poking her in the back and said, "I feel that, Uncle Dom. Would you like me to take care of you?"

"I'm good, baby. I just want to take care of you tonight."

I looked at her tattoo. A flock of small birds in flight. "Does your tattoo have any special meaning" I asked.

She shrugged a little. "Sort of. I kind of feel free and yet protected since we've gotten together, Uncle. The birds symbolize my freedom to be me."

"It's not going to be easy, you know. Our family will not understand."

"I know that," she said. "That's why for now, we don't tell them. We've got to get past the whole transgender thing first anyway. We'll tackle that and then, maybe later, we'll tell them about us."

"Karen, I want you to know that I'm not going to make any demands on you. You are free to do what you want."

"I know, Uncle, and right now I want you, and for us to be together. Oh, and one other thing."

"What's that?" I asked, hoping.

"I'd like to move in here with you, if you'll have me," she said, looking at me closely.

"Yes, I'd like that. Please come live with me, Karen."



Karen and Me



Overwhelmed, out of control, I asked gruffly, "Do you suck cock, girl?"

"Yes. Oh yes sir, I do."

"Then suck mine."

Karen hastened to obey. She got down on her knees on the floor between my thighs. She tugged my pajama bottoms down (with my eager help) and then she was gazing longingly, lovingly at my erection. She put her face to it, rubbing it over her nose and around her lips, touching it to her eyes. Then she began kissing it delicately, from root to tip. When she got to the engorged head of my cock, she ran her warm, wet pink tongue around the crown a few times before pursing her lips and lowering them over my member, engulfing it slowly.

The feeling was indescribable. I grunted a little, spread my thighs, and put my hand on the back of her neck. I pushed gently, causing her to open wide and take my eight-incher deeper and deeper. It was all I could do not to force her mouth down over my straining phallus, but I was able to restrain myself and let Karen set the pace.

She was an eager cocksucker. I could feel every stroke of her tongue on my shaft as she swallowed me hungrily, gurgling and sighing as she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing out with the suction.

She came up for air and looked at me with shining eyes. "Is it all right, Uncle? Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing great," I said, meaning it.

I had never, ever had my cock sucked so lovingly, so earnestly, so avidly. She clearly wanted my semen. This was not a foreplay suck. This was a cum-in-my-mouth suck. I was going to have to surrender my sperm to her hungry mouth.

She grunted quietly as her small head bobbed up and down on me. And then I felt her hand grasp me near the root and begin stroking up and down in time with her warm wet mouth. He grip was light at first, then firmer. The pleasure suddenly doubled and then tripled. With just the right pace, Karen moved up and down, sucking hard, releasing, stroking, then repeating.

A familiar tickle, almost an ache, started in my balls and spread throughout my lower body. I knew what it meant. I was only moments away from climaxing.

"Okay sweetie, Uncle Dom is about to cum," I gasped.

She released me, but only for a moment. "Go ahead, sir. I want it in my mouth. I want your hot cum in my mouth." Then down she went again, sucking and stroking.

The tickly ache grew and spread, and soon I felt my semen build. I tensed. I was seconds away. "Oh baby!!" I sobbed, "Here it comes!" My muscles spasmed as I released my sperm, shooting gob after gob into Karen's sucking, loving mouth.

Spurt after spurt erupted, and Karen swallowed it all. I could feel her throat muscles working as she took all of my thick, hot jism. When I could cum no more, she released me, sucking me clean on the way up.

She snuggled up on the couch close to me while I recovered. We kissed and yes, I tasted myself. I didn't mind as much as I thought I would.

"Whew! I'm going to have to recover from that, girl," I said.

She laughed throatily. "Was that all right, Uncle Dom? Did I do all right?"

"You did, Karen." I looked at her. "Now I have to be honest. I don't know if I'm ready to return the favor, so to speak."

"That's all right, Uncle. I'm not expecting a blowjob. There are other things you can do to please me, if you want to."

She took my hand and placed it on her erect penis. In a sweet, girly voice, Karen said, "Now, if you wanted to give a girl a hand, so to speak, I wouldn't mind."

"I could probably do that," I said.

"Good. Then let's go to bed, Uncle. I'm dying to get naked with you." 

She got off the couch and pulled me up. I suddenly picked her up in my arms, holding her close. She sighed and hugged my neck as we walked down the hall to my bedroom, looking into my eyes.

Once there, I laid her on the bed and began stripping off my pajamas. She quickly shrugged off her tee shirt and panties. I got on the bed with her and took her into my arms. Her cock was about six inches long, and very hard. We kissed again and again, pressed close together. It was strange, but exciting to have our cocks rubbing against each other.

Karen's body was amazing. Her skin was a soft as any genetic woman's I've ever felt. Her breasts were little buds but exquisitely sensitive to my touch and my lips. When I caught one in my mouth, she gasped and arched eagerly towards me. I rolled to my side and looked at her closely in the light from the bedside table. She stretched languidly, allowing me to look at her. I touched her cock, moving my hand up and down on the shaft. Karen spread her legs and thrust her pelvis at me. I let her go and turned her over. Her buttocks were silky smooth and perfectly curved. I spread her cheeks a little and inspected her dainty little pink-brown butthole. She opened herself for me, allowing me to touch it, explore it. I leaned over and ran my tongue across it. She tasted sweet and musky, almost like cinnamon.

"Do you like?" she asked.

"Oh yes, darling. Is it possible for me to...?"

"Of course, Uncle. I wasn't going to leave you with just a blowjob tonight. As a matter of fact, you will be my first down there."

"You mean you've never..."

"No sir. In fact, you were one of my first blowjobs as well."

"Haven't you been with, um, a guy before?"

"Only a couple. I'm not a slut, Uncle Dom."

"I never thought you were, Karen. I suppose that I thought that an attractive, um, person like you would have had at least a few, um, 'special' friends. Oh shit! I'm messing this all up. I'm truly not trying to be insulting. Truth is, this is all happening so fast, and I don't know how to refer to you."

She turned to me, put her fingers on my lips, and said quietly, "Don't concern yourself, Uncle. What's important is that we're here together, and you are one of my firsts since I began my new life. I only ask one thing."

"Anything, my lady," I said.

"Go easy on me back there," she said. "I won't be able to take it too rough, at least the first few times."

"The first few times? Does that mean we're going to be doing this more than once?"

"As many times as I can convince you to."

"Are you ready now, sweetie?" I asked.

"Yes, Uncle darling. You look ready too," she said looking at my rock-hard cock. "How do you want me?"

I'm a traditional guy, so there's only one way for me.

"On your hands and knees with those sweet buns of yours in the air."

Karen immediately complied. I was soon greeted by the sight of her smooth shapely ass. In the middle was her demure puckered asshole, and down below, a little disconcertingly, her hanging testicles. Still, it didn't bother me that much.

I may be traditional, but I'm no prude. When I saw that little asshole, I had to taste it. Trembling with eagerness, I kissed the silky skin all around Karen's pucker, then put my lips to her hole, and kissed wetly. I ran my tongue around and around, rimming her thoroughly, then plunged inside as far as I could. I'd done this to my previous lovers, and all of them had loved it. Karen was no different.

"Oh Uncle Dom, that feels heavenly," she sighed. "Stick it in nice and deep, please sir!"

I didn't need any urging. Karen was clean and sweet, and her musky little anal pore tasted wonderful. I practically slobbered over it, tasting and smelling it fully, getting it as wet as I could.

"Are you ready for me to put my cock in you?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Uncle! I've waited for this for a long time, fantasized about it many times. Please fuck me, sir!"

I got behind her and then, remembering something, I reached into the bedside table.

"Are you getting a condom?"

Actually I wasn't. I was going for the lube that I kept in the drawer.

"Well, I um..."

"Don't, Uncle Dom. Bareback me."

"Are you sure, Karen? It's no trouble to..."

"I'm sure I trust you, Uncle. Just fuck me, and do it fast!" She buried her head on the bed and wiggled her ass impatiently at me.

I grabbed the bottle of lubricant and squeezed a little onto my hand. I applied a thin coat to my engorged cock, then reassumed my position behind my niece.

"Okay, baby doll. This is it."

"I'm ready," came the muffled reply.

I place the purplish mushroom-shaped head of my dick at her anal opening. I pushed gently. Karen was tight, no doubt about it. But I applied gentle, persistent pressure, and slowly she opened up for me.

"Oh Uncle, you feel huge!" she sighed.

"Thank you, baby," I said. By now, there was no stopping me. The sight of her bent over like that, taking me, made me feel powerful and good. Her warm, snug anus slowly yielded to me, accepting my yearning cock. Pleasure flowed through my cock and spread through my body. A wave of tenderness and, yes, love washed over me, and I suddenly felt closer to Karen than I'd ever felt to anyone.

I had fucked other women in the ass before, but (it seemed to me) only after pleading and cajoling, and with reluctance on their part. It was something they got through as quickly as possible. Not so with Karen. She wanted me in her ass. She wanted me right where I was, snug inside her butt, and pushing forward.

I popped past her ring of muscle and she closed tightly around my shaft.

"Oh God Karen this is so sweet," I groaned.

Karen gave a deep moan and said, "I know, Uncle. I know. You feel so good, so right inside me."

"Can I go further?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, yes, go on in. Just slowly. It feels good, but it hurts a little, too. I'm just getting used to it."

I spread my legs a little to get more leverage, then pushed my cock in as far as I could. I heard Karen draw breath, but she didn't say anything.

"Just say when I can move, sweetie," I said quietly. "I won't do anything until you say so."

"It's okay now, Uncle. You can move. Fuck me, Uncle Dom. Fuck your little niece."

I pulled out a little, then thrust back in. Then again, and again, until I had established a regular rhythm. I was fairly gentle at first, but then lust got the better of me, and I began fucking her in earnest.

Man, it felt good. Even though I'd already cum once in Karen's mouth, there was another load ready and waiting. I was grunting at each thrust, and Karen was going "Ooof!" each time I hit bottom.

After only a couple of minutes of this, I was close, very close. I decided to change position.

"Okay honey, we're going on our sides," I said.

Without disengaging, Karen and I lowered ourselves onto our left sides. She snuggle into me, turning her face to that I could kiss her lips.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Uncle. It's, it's wonderful."

"Okay," I said, "spread your pretty legs and throw you right one over me." She did so. Now she was completely open to me. Her cock was smallish but fully erect. I slid my hand across her smooth flat belly and gripped her penis. Gently I began masturbating her, trying to give back some of the pleasure I was receiving.

After a few strokes, Karen moaned, "Oh yes! That feels good! Keep doing that."

Pressed intimately against her, I buried my face in Karen's neck and inhaled her feminine scent. She was the most intensely attractive female I'd ever been with. She looked, smelled, and tasted so utterly delicious that I was thrusting hard into her bottom without even realizing it.

We were both moaning in pleasure. I could feel Karen's penis getting harder and harder. She was muttering, "Don't stop don't stop."

I started to feel the tingle which for me always presaged orgasm. We were moving smoothly together, my niece and me, swimming in a sea of carnal, intimate, given-and-received pleasure.

"Cum for Uncle Dom, Karen. Show him your cum," I whispered in her ear.

She gasped and groaned prettily, girlishly. It was pure music to my ears. I loved giving women pleasure, absolutely loved it.

"Come on, baby! Let me see you cum!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Uncle! I'm gonna... Cum... Now!" Karen wailed. She tensed and arched and I saw white drops and ropes of semen begin flying as she bucked against me convulsively, out of control, yipping in pleasure as the sperm pumped, and then flowed out of her girl-cock.

She slowed down, trembling with pleasure. I tried to take my hand away, but once again she kept it on her, straining for the last nuance of sensation.

Chest heaving, she closed her eyes and nestled into me. I heard her sob. 

"Hey, are you all right?" I asked gently.

She turned to me, grabbed my face and kissed me hard and passionately. "Oh yes, Uncle Dom. I'm all right. I'm better than all right. I'm wonderful."

"That's good, baby, because Uncle Dom needs to cum now."

Immediately, Karen began moving her hips, her ass up and down on my cock. With each thrust, she took it all. It was exquisite, the feeling of her warm muscular ring as she plunged all the way down to the absolute root of my dick. I grasped her hip and helped her ride me. Her anus was looser now, but still snug. She felt wonderful. Pretty soon, I was close to cumming.

"Just a little more, my love," I growled.

"Anything for you, "she said back.

A couple more strokes and the tingling exploded through my whole body in a tsunami of feeling that swept me up and carried me along. I felt a bead of pleasure so acute it was almost painful travel up the length of my buried cock and erupt out the end, followed by a flood of hot gushing semen and an orgasm that seemed to go on and on as I pumped what must have been gallons of my sacred sperm into Karen's virgin asshole.

I moved until I could move no more. For a few moments we laid there, trying to catch our breaths, floating in a mist of pleasure and afterglow and a feeling I can only describe as love.

Slowly I disengaged. Karen immediately turned to me, crawling into my arms and pressing into my chest. I felt her tears on my skin. I lifter her face to mine and kissed her tears away, then kissed her sweet mouth.

"Well," I said, "that was really something."

"Yes it was. Are you regretting it, Uncle Dom?"

I looked down at her pretty eyes. "No Karen, I don't regret it at all. And right now I don't want to think about anything except how good you feel and how good I feel."

She smile up at me and we kissed again.

I started to doze off. She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, her ass wiggling fetchingly as she did so. Dimly, I thought just how completely Kevin had become Karen. Her looks, gestures, walk, and mannerisms were all those of a young woman. I heard water running in the bathroom, then it stopped and Karen came back with a warm, damp washcloth. She cleaned me gently and thoroughly, then crawled back into bed beside me. "Hold me, Uncle," she whispered. I put my arm around her and we went to sleep.

The next morning, I opened my eyes to sunshine slanting in the window. Karen was sitting on the bed cross legged, looking at me. Her hair was combed, but she hadn't put on makeup. She was wearing the tee shirt from the night before, but no underwear. Her penis lay at rest between her thighs.

In the morning light, with the sun on her face, a little more of the young man that was Kevin could be seen. It was enough to make me pause and consider the situation.

"Good morning," she said quietly.

"'Morning," I replied.

She looked scared, vulnerable. It reminded me of the way she'd looked at me the night before, in her apartment. We had enjoyed an intimate, intense lovemaking session. Our passion had gotten the better of us. We had done things that couldn't be undone. But now morning had arrived and the light of the sun was on us. Not only was Karen my sister's child, but she was also, genetically at least, a male.

Karen watched me closely, waiting for me to freak out, get angry, throw her out of my house. For just a second, a part of me wanted to do just that. But then I looked at her again, and maybe the light had changed, and it was Karen and not Kevin on my bed with me.

And I didn't want her to leave.

"Is there coffee?" I asked.

Karen's face lit up and she said, "Yes! I made a pot just in case." She was up off the bed, saying over her shoulder, "How do you like yours?"

"Cream, no sugar," I said to her as the bounced lightly down the hall toward the kitchen.

A couple of minutes later, she came back with two cups of coffee. I sat up in bed and took my cup. As she handed it to me, she leaned in and kissed me. She sat beside me while we drank. Mostly we were quiet, but we did manage a little small talk. And then I remembered something. I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. There on the kitchen table was Karen's present. I had forgotten all about it the night before. I brought it into the bedroom. 

"Here's your birthday present, Karen. Happy birthday," I said, handing it to her.

"My present! You shouldn't have, Uncle Dom! Thank you so much!"

"I hope you like it," I said. I didn't tell her that I'd bought it before her, uh, transformation. 

She opened the box. It was a man's watch. A nice one, a Seiko with all kinds of dials and bells and switches and alarms and such.

She was thrilled. "It's beautiful, Uncle! Thank you!"

"You're sure it all right? It's not too big, is it?"

"Not at all," she said, trying it on. (It was way too big for her.) Lots of girls wear men's watches nowadays. I'll just get the band cut down. I love it." She raised up and gave me a wet kiss, in the process rubbing her little titties on me.

When we had both finished our coffee, I set my cup aside and asked her, "So what's next? What would you like to do today?"

Karen, my niece, my lover, pushed me back on the bed, pulled the covers down, curled up around my cock, and took it into her mouth. Between long, ardent sucks, she said, "I would like to give you a blowjob, Uncle Dom."

What could I say? I'm a sensitive guy. I couldn't hurt her feelings by saying no.

As for the future, I don't know. There are issues to work out. Lots of them. But I'm not going to abandon the relationship. I know it's wrong in so many ways. But sometimes things that are wrong can also be right.



Karen & Mitch's Story



My wife Karen and I have been married 15 years and what was once an active sex life has, in recent years, taken a back seat to both our careers. We make up for it, however, by planing little romantic getaways as often as possible. During these trips we make up for lost time and missed passion. What is usually once a week becomes once an hour, if you know what I mean. Our trip last month, to New Orleans, was no exception. In fact, it was the wildest time yet.

We had just finished a wonderful dinner at a romantic French Quarter restaurant. Candles on the table, view of the Mississippi, a bottle of champagne and an Et Tu Fey so good it made you cry. After dinner we decided to check out a funky little club located at the end of the Esplanade. We sat at the bar and ordered drinks. We were on our second round when this pretty co-ed steps between us to order a drink. As she’s waiting for the bartender, she starts a conversation with Karen. Her name was Cheryl and she just had a fight with her “no fucking good dick of a boyfriend” and she “doesn’t understand what she ever saw in the bastard in the first place” and on and on she went. She was becoming very friendly with my wife and her new boyfriend, Mr. Jim Beam.


Now over the years Karen & I can and have gotten quite kinky in our lovemaking, but we’ve never participated in, or even talked about group sex, threesomes or lesbianism. This was about to change in the next few seconds.

I noticed Cheryl get this look in her eyes. You know, the “I’m horny & I want you right here, right now” kind of look. Only, she wasn’t looking at me, she was looking at Karen. She starts to lean forward toward Karen and I’m thinking to myself “she’s going to kiss my wife, I’d better do something”. But before I can get my ass off of the barstool, Cheryl plants a big wet one on Karen. Instead of being repulsed, my wife opens her mouth and swallows Cheryl’s tongue like it was a piece of candy. I was flabbergasted, but the real shocker was, that when they finally came up for air, my shy demure and totally straight wife looks Cheryl in the eye and says to her “why don’t you come back to our hotel with us and let my husband and I help you forget that boyfriend of yours”. She nodded her consent; I paid the tab and followed the two women (now walking arm in arm) out of the bar and into a waiting taxi. During the 10-minute ride back to the hotel, Cheryl and Karen were kissing and fondling each other while the cab driver was constantly adjusting his rearview mirror to get a better view of the show in the back seat. I swear he never looked at the road. How we weren’t killed is anybody’s guess.

Once we were back at the hotel we ran to the room and undressed in less time than it takes to write about it. Cheryl was gorgeous. A stunning red head standing about 5’ 7” she towered over 5’ 3” Karen. Her tits had to be at least a 38D with large nipples pointing straight up to heaven. Karen and Cheryl jumped on the bed and started kissing and folding each other. Karen couldn’t get enough of Cheryl’s big tits. 

I was beginning to feel like the odd man out, so I just sat in a chair opposite the bed and started to play with myself. My dick was as hard as a rock. Karen came over, grabbed me by my dick and led me back to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed as I stood in front of her and swallowed all eight inches of my dick. My God, that felt so good. Nobody, but nobody, can suck cock like my wife. While her head was bobbing up & down on my shaft, Cheryl snuck up behind me, drooped to her knees, and started reaming my anus with her tongue. That was it. I lost all control and shot my load down my wife’s throat. Or so I thought. As Karen let my dick dropped from her mouth she looked at me with a sly smile on her face. She opened her mouth to show me she hadn’t swallowed my load at all. Instead she went over to Cheryl and kissed her open mouth, and shared my juice with her. The two women then tumbled on to the bed together. After a little maneuvering they wound up in a 69 position with Karen on top of Cheryl. In the meantime I went back to by chair to watch the show and recuperate. From where I sat I could see Karen’s ass and Cheryl’s head between her legs licking at her clitoris. From the sounds they were both making Karen had also found Cheryl’s button. Cheryl reached up and pulled Karen’s ass cheeks apart giving me an unimpaired view of my wife’s rosebud. I’d swear it was winking at me. Of course by now I was as hard as a rock again, not that I every really went soft. In a flash I ran to the bathroom, rummaged through my wife’s makeup case until I found a bottle of baby oil. I put some oil in my hand and rubbed it on my cock as I walked back to the bed. When I got to the bed, I put a little more on my hand and started to rub it into Karen’s anus. I had gotten two fingers up her ass when she lifted her head from between Cheryl’s thighs and screamed back at me “Never mind you fingers, hurry up and put your dick in my ass and fuck me!” I dripped some more oil into her butt, then removed my fingers and brought the head of my dick in line with her asshole. Applying gentle pressure I eased the head slowly past her sphincter but Karen would have no part of this gentle crap. She was too hot and too close to an orgasm to care. Instead she pushed back hard impaling herself on my dick and letting out a scream of both pain and pleasure. Her ass felt so incredibly tight & hot that I thought I would come immediately. She shuddered and moaned as I started to pump in & out of her ass. I could feel the contractions beginning deep in her bowels and I knew her orgasm was about to begin. With just a few more strokes, Karen exploded. Her screams of pleasure muffled by Cheryl’s bush. As she bucked & rocked like a mad woman I felt my balls tighten and I started to come with her shooting load after load into her ass. Next it was Cheryl’s turn. I heard her shout “My God, I’m coming…Don’t Stop… Suck my clit…Suck it….” Her orgasm was so intense and wild that neither of us could hold on and Karen & I fell to the floor. We lay there laughing hysterically at our predicament. 

After a few minutes we calmed down and I suggested we all take a shower. The great thing about luxury hotels is that they have stall showers bigger than most people’s bedrooms. This one was no exception. We all fit in quite nicely with plenty of room to frolic. And frolic we did. We had a lovely time soaping each other up and playing with the shower massage. You would surprise to find out how quickly women can orgasm with one of those things. Both Karen & Cheryl will attest to that.

After we dried ourselves off we went back to the bed for a second round of fun & games. By this time my dick was starting to show signs of new life, and not being one to waste a good hard-on (I mean how many times could I do this in one night, I’m not a young man any more), I was quite anxious for a repeat performance. This time I wanted Karen underneath Cheryl so I could get into Cheryl’s ass. Karen, however, had a different idea. She kissed me long and hard, exploring every inch of my mouth with her tongue. When we broke the kiss she said to me “Darling I want to watch you fuck Cheryl. Lie on you back and let her mount you.” Who was I to argue? I lay down and Cheryl climbed on bed between by legs and took my dick in her hand. “Lick his dick first” ordered by wife. Cheryl flicked her tongue over the tip of my dick. “No, not like that” ordered Karen, “lick all of his dick like it was an ice cream cone. But don’t put it in your mouth. I want to see your tongue.” My wife was becoming quite the voyeur. Cheryl did exactly as she was told. With the flat of her tongue she licked up & down my shaft starting at my balls and working her way up to the tip and back down again. When she had my rod completely covered with her saliva Karen told her to sit on it. When Cheryl didn’t move fast enough, Karen reached over and swatted Cheryl’s ass hard. “I said sit on his dick you horny bitch”. The loud slap startled us both. Cheryl straddled my hips, reached behind her to hold my dick up while she slowly lowered herself onto me. I slid easily into her. She was tight wet & warm. After fifteen years of fidelity it was both strange and exciting to feel another woman’s pussy caress my shaft. Karen came over and laid her head on my chest and played with herself as watched my dick slide in and out of Cheryl’s cunt. Having come twice already I knew I would last a long time. I asked Karen to suck my nipples. She turned her head and popped one into her mouth. I have incredible sensitive nipples that at times seem like they’re wired to directly to my dick. Up to this point I had just been lying there, letting Cheryl do the all the work, but once Karen’s tongue touched my nipple I bucked upward driving my dick deep into Cheryl. The quick movement caught her by surprise and, moaning loudly, she screamed for me to fuck harder. She cried out “Faster lover, I’m going to come, grab my tits and pinch my nipples”. Karen was quick to oblige. She got up and kissed her on mouth and took hold of Cheryl’s massive tits. As she twisted her nipples she swung her leg over my head and lowered her pussy onto my face. She was so wet that her honey dripped from her cunt and I greedely swollowed every drop. I pulled her closer until I was able to find her clit with my tongue. 

With Karen on my face I couldn’t see what she was doing to Cheryl but, by the way Cheryl’s cunt was squeezing my dick, I knew she was about to explode. I quickened our rhythm and it became a race to see who would come first. I lost. Cheryl orgasm came in wave after wave. She shuddered and moaned until she couldn’t take it any more. She rolled off of me and lay beside us still shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm. 

Karen leaned forward taking hold of my dick in her hand and lowered her mouth over the tip. In long, slow strokes she lowered then raised her head over the entire length of my dick quickening her rhythm with each stroke. Faster and faster her head bobbed until I couldn’t hold back any longer and, for the second time that night, I came in her mouth. As I shoot into her mouth I bit her clit and she came hard, grinding her cunt into my face.

Then she turned herself around and kissed me. It had been a night of firsts for me. The first time with two woman; the first time since marriage with another woman; the first time I ever had a tongue up my ass; and, I realized as my tongue entered Karen’s mouth, the first time I tasted my own semen. Karen hadn’t swallowed.

Karen whispered in ear “I love you, darling” I put my right arm around her as Cheryl snuggled against my left side. We feel asleep like that, me between the two women.

When I awoke the next afternoon, Karen & I were alone. I got up to pee and on my way back to bed, I notice the dresser. I srugged my shoulders and climbed beck into bed. Karen opened her eyes, snuggled against me and asked, “Where’s Cheryl?”

“Gone” I said “along with our cash and credit cards.”

“What!” she said.

“I said she’s gone and she took our credit cards and cash along with her”

“You mean we’ve been robbed?” My wife has a real grasp of the obvious,

“Yes, we’ve been robbed” I responded, “What do you want to do? We can call the cops and tell them that some woman came up here, fuck the shit out of us and then stole our money; or we can call the credit card companies, tell them we lost the cards and have them overnight new ones to us, and take a loss on the cash. Hell, I only had about $300 left, anyway.”

“You’re right, honey” Karen replied “ I only had about $200 and there’s been nights when we’ve dropped more than that at the crap tables in Vegas. Besides” she went on “shooting craps was never this much fun”

“It was good last night, wasn’t it?” I said.

“Lover, it was great. I didn’t know I could come so often for so long or so hard. I though I’d never stop. I even had an orgasm just watching you fuck that little thief.”

“So no regrets?” I asked.

“Only one,” she said as she put her arms around me, “I never did get fucked in my pussy last night.”

I laughed, “Honey” I said, “if you think you can get it up, its all yours”.



Karen & The Pool Boy



To put it simply, Karen McMillan was bored. She was bored of the endless rounds of drab social engagements with her corporate big-shot of a husband, bored of the obligatory ski trips to overpriced resorts, bored of the late afternoon lunches at the country club with all the other equally bored, equally rich wives. Karen had even become bored of running up her husband's credit cards and driving around in the brand new Italian sports car he had purchased her for her thirty-eighth birthday. She was bored with all of it.

Lying poolside one hazy summer afternoon, with a sullen expression on her lovely face, Karen wondered again why she felt such apathy toward the life she led. After all, she hadn't always felt this way. In fact eighteen years ago, when she first married Phil, Karen had been in heaven. Well-bred and destined to become president of his father's multi-million dollar company, Phil was a real catch and Karen knew it. He, in turn, had been enchanted with her. And why not? Karen was neither dumb nor falsely modest and she knew that her assets were more than enough to attract a man like Phillip McMillan. 

Physically she was stunning, blessed with features that any woman would envy: perfect porcelain skin that tanned easily in the summer sun, luxuriant locks of thick black hair that cascaded down her shoulders almost to her waist, wide almond-shaped hazel eyes framed with sooty black lashes, and a lush mouth that most often curved into a welcoming smile. As lovely as her face was, Karen also had a body that was beyond compare: petite and curvy, her breasts were generous and her waist was narrow yet her hips flared out to provide her with the always-coveted hourglass shape. She looked sensational in just a pair of jeans and she looked even better in nothing at all. To top it all off, her intelligence and charm drew people to her like bees to honey. 

Karen knew what she had going for her and when she met Phil, she used every single bit of it to land him. After only a three-week courtship, they wed over the objections of almost everyone in his entire family but Phil didn't care. He adored Karen and Karen adored the attention, not to mention the money. After all it wasn't every day that a girl from a trailer park in Hodunk, Indiana married into pure blue blood. But as the years wore on, her infatuation with the houses, the jewels, the clothes and the extravagant trips began to wane. Phil had been so exciting when they first met because she had only been twenty years old at the time and she had known virtually nothing of men. He had seemed worldly and debonair and the fact that he was eleven years her senior had made him seem utterly fascinating. 

Now with marital bliss far behind them, Karen could see him for what he was - a stuffy uptight workaholic who, at forty-nine, was starting to lose his mojo just when she was reaching her sexual peak. The other bone of contention between them was children. Karen had no interest in ruining her figure and popping out a rug rat just to provide Phil with an heir to his fortune. They fought about it many times, especially in the past few years, and Karen staunchly refused to be swayed. She toyed with the idea of leaving him but the pre-nup they had signed was airtight and though she was unhappy, she wasn't stupid; there was no way she was going to give up life in the lap of luxury and go back to nothing, not even if she died of boredom. But how could she go on like this?

Karen pouted and trailed her big toe in the crystal clear turquoise water of the swimming pool, her leg dangling off the edge of the chaiselounge. She was clad in a white string bikini that showcased off her lush figure and her dark, glossy locks were left loose around her shoulders. She still had her knockout looks thanks to good genes, careful dieting, and her gym membership. Not a day went by that appreciative stares weren't sent her way and she knew that could easily have had an affair. But the men she saw on a regular basis were either married to her so-called friends or even worse, they were just as boring and stuffy as Phil. As for strangers on the street who liked to leer at her, that didn't appeal to her either. Strange as it might have sounded, Karen was picky in her own way. She was looking for something special, her very own brand of excitement. And as usual, she wasn't willing to settle for just anything.

Just then, the back gate swung open and interrupted her reverie. Caught off guard, Karen sat up, pulling her sheer silk chemise on over the bikini. A moment later the familiar form of Jared the pool boy could be seen loping into the back yard, toting his pool cleaning equipment from his pickup truck. Karen relaxed slightly and reclined again. She'd been so caught up in her pouting and daydreaming that she'd forgotten it was three o'clock and that was Wednesday, which meant that it was time for Jared to show up and perform his regular duties. She smiled at him and waved as he approached. "Hello there, Jared. I'll be out of your way in just a moment."

He seemed to have trouble finding his tongue and in that moment, Karen had a chance to look at him - really look at him - for the first time in what was probably years. Jared Hall lived two doors down and been the McMillan's pool boy since he was fourteen years old. The industrious boy had come over looking for a way to earn money and Phil, impressed with his work ethic at such a young age, had promptly offered him a job. Karen always considered Jared a cute kid, especially since he was so well mannered and did such a nice job on the pool. But he'd been hired over four years ago and now, Karen could see, he was no longer a "kid" by anyone's standards. 

On this particular afternoon, he wore only a pair of board shorts, the low-slung swim trunks popular with all high school boys, which made it that much easier for her to assess him with her eyes. He stood at least six feet tall in his flip-flop sandals, his body lanky yet lean with muscle after participating in after-school sports for the last few years. His chest was broad with well-defined pectoral muscles and each of them was capped with a flat, brown nipple. His skin was tanned a golden bronze, no doubt from spending the summer cleaning other pools in the neighborhood. He had short blond hair the color of corn silk and a boyish yet handsome face, complete with a strong nose and a sensual mouth. In fact it was his mouth Karen was watching when he finally formed the words to greet her. 

"Um, hel-hello Mrs. McMillan," he sounded like he had suddenly developed a speech impediment and Karen couldn't help smiling. She could deduce exactly what had distracted him - his big blue eyes were drawn like magnets to the cleavage spilling out of her bikini top. Karen's smile widened and became almost coy but her mind was working at a million miles a minute. Could it be that the solution to her little problem was standing right in front of her? She leaned her arm on chaise lounge and let the chemise slide carelessly off of one shoulder, exposing more of her creamy skin to his view. Jared shifted his weight and swallowed visibly.

"It's so lovely to see you, Jared. You're looking well these days," Her voice was friendly, but with a soft, inviting undertone. Jared swallowed again and flashed her a sheepish smile. "Um, thanks Mrs. McMillan," His voice didn't exactly break but it still had that quality of being not quite fully developed.

"You're welcome, hon. You know, I've never had the opportunity to compliment you on what a lovely job you do out here on the pool," She stretched one shapely leg forward, knees parting ever so slightly to allow him a fleeting glance of smooth, taut inner thigh. He was holding a long net in one hand, used for fishing leaves and other debris from the pool, and with her movement he dropped it abruptly, almost jumping out of his skin when it made a loud clattering sound against the cement deck. 

"Oops! Uh, sorry..." He went bright pink under his tan and when he bent to retrieve the net, Karen let her gaze travel over his body again. To her delight, she found that she could detect his level of arousal by the definite lump she glimpsed in the front of his board shorts. An unexpected tingle of warmth trickled its way down her spine and centered directly between her thighs. In that moment, she made a decision. 

"Don't worry about it, Jared." Karen's voice was airy as she slowly rose from the lounge chair, stretching her arms overhead and feigning a yawn. It simply gave her the opportunity to let him gaze unhindered at the soft feminine curves of her body: lush breasts, slender waist, full womanly hips and shapely legs all wrapped up into one very alluring package. Naturally he took the bait; out of the corner of her eye she could see him watching her with rapt intensity and she felt another ripple of delight - one that bordered on arousal - when his hand came forward to adjust the crotch of his shorts. She waltzed towards the sliding glass door with a deliberately sensual sway of her hips, turning just as she reached it to cast a warm smile back at him where he stood at the side of the pool. 

"I'm going to go inside for a little while, it's just so hot out here," She fanned herself lightly, tossing her inky black tresses from her shoulders. He was nodding mutely and she opened the door, then paused. "How about you join me for a minute?" He froze and stared at her. Karen grinned, crooking her finger at him. "Come on, Jared, just for a minute."

It didn't take any more cajoling. Without a word he came towards her and followed her into the cool air-conditioned confines of the living room. She could see that his cheeks were flushed now that he was closer to her, and she smiled at him again. "Please, have a seat. I'll go get us something lovely and cool to drink." 

It seemed as though speech was too much for him at the moment and he moved towards the loveseat as Karen breezed off to the kitchen. She returned moments later carrying two tall glasses of icy pink lemonade and handed him one before taking the seat across from him in the armchair. He quickly downed the entire glass, then sat it on the coffeetable with a thud.

"Gosh, but you're a quiet one." Karen laughed lightly as she brought her glass to her lips for a sip. Jared flashed another uncertain smile at her, his fingers picking idly at the stitching on his shorts. She noticed that he was careful to keep his hand positioned so that her view of his crotch was always obstructed.

"I'm sorry about that, Mrs. McMillan," His voice quavered a bit, on the verge of breaking, but then continued in a lower octave. "I ah... well, I'm just kinda shocked to be sitting here with you... cause you know..." He paused and smiled shyly at her. "You never really paid any attention to me before."

Karen pretended to look hurt. "Oh, Jared, I'm ever so sorry if I made you feel as if I were ignoring you," She purred lightly at him casually resting her hand atop his left knee as she leaned forward. The action caused a sharp intake of breath on his part as he captured his lower lip between his teeth. "I have always thought you were such a nice, well-mannered boy but then..." Her smile widened and became slightly wicked then. "You're hardly a boy anymore are you? Tell me, how old are you now?"

He swallowed, a breath escaping him before he answered, his face flushed. "Eighteen." 

"Eighteen? Oh my goodness, and to think I remember when you were only a little thing," Her fingertip gently traced figure-eight's along the smooth skin just above his knee and she could feel him trembling, both hands in his lap now. His breathing seemed more labored and she looked up into his blue eyes, which were warm with an emotion she could easily name. Still, playing the game with him was half the fun. 

"Jared, is something wrong?" Her voice was pure innocence.

"No, no, Mrs. McMillan, it's just that when you do that... I, uh," His words trailed off as he cleared his throat and Karen canted her head at him slightly. 

"When I do what? This?" She boldly trailed her finger up along his thigh, up under the bottom of his shorts a couple of inches, and then back to his knee, the pad of her fingertip outlining it.

"Yes..." his voice sounded hoarse. "...that. I just... when you touch me... I..."

"You what, Jared?" Karen's smoldering hazel eyes remained locked with his baby blues as she flattened her hand against his thigh, sliding off of her chair and onto the plush carpet in front of him. She folded herself into a sitting position at his feet; her hand stroked along his thigh, and gently urged his long legs apart. His hands remained cupped almost protectively over his crotch.

"When you touch me, Mrs. McMillan... I... I just can't think..." He practically panted, his broad chest rising and falling with each breath, his voice almost tortured.

Karen smiled. "You don't have to think, Jared, that's the beautiful part of it. Here, let me see what it is you've been hiding..." 

She gingerly reached up and pulled his hands away from his crotch, revealing a good-sized bulge in the front of his shorts as his erection strained against the fabric. She felt completely mesmerized by this entire encounter and the fact that this beautiful, shy young man was so obviously turned on by her. It made her feel so powerful, so desired, so sexy - three things she hadn't felt in a long long time. He seemed terribly embarrassed and tried to cover himself again but Karen was having none of it. She smiled reassuringly up at him and pushed his hands away.

"No, I haven't had a good look yet, darling," With that, her own hand came up to cup him through his shorts. A delicious tremor of arousal coursed through her when she felt the warm, heavy weight of his erection against her palm and the feeling intensified when he let out a soft sigh of pleasure, his hips arching towards her in eager response. Karen glanced up at him to find him gazing right back at her, his baby blue eyes half-lidded and dark with unadulterated lust. 

"That's it, baby. Just relax," She murmured softly to him and leaned in to kiss his inner thigh, right above his knee; in response, he let his legs fall open even more. Her heart thundered at that and she rose up on her knees, one hand cupping his erection almost possessively, while she rubbed her bikini-clad breasts along his thighs, enjoying the sparks of friction against her sensitive nipples, which had hardened into thick nubs. 

"Mmmmmm Jared," She hummed his name softly while nuzzling at his belly button, lips making contact with the soft blond fuzz that trailed right down into his shorts towards her ultimate goal. He smelled so good, like a mixture of clean soap and his own sweat, which gave off a heady and distinctly male scent. It was as if she could actually inhale his youth, his virile prowess through her nose, and to Karen it was endlessly exciting.

He moaned softly in response to the tender caresses of her mouth, his hips shifting restlessly, and she knew he was trying to restrain himself. She heard his voice tremble. "Oh, Mrs. McMillan, that feels really good..." 

"I know, baby," She murmured, dipping her tongue into his belly button and that elicited another moan from him. His hands had finally fallen limp at his sides, his head lolling back, and Karen's kisses trailed their way towards the knot at the top of his shorts, which she deftly untied with nimble fingers. She was trembling but it wasn't with nervousness - it was because she was almost overcome with raw sexual desire, her thighs quivering while a delicious moistness gathered between them. 

She gently worked his shorts down, hooking her thumbs into the sides and urging him to lift his hips when she indicated. Slowly, she lowered his shorts until his erection popped free, bared to her eager gaze. He was hard as a rock, the swollen bulbous mushroom head of his cock flushed a deep pink and already drooling precum from its single eye. He was also thick - much thicker than she had expected - and his smooth young cock curved inward towards his rippled belly, the ridges on the underside of his dick exposed to her view. Nestled beneath the base of his cock were his balls, swollen and heavy with cum and covered in the soft, downy blond pubic hair. 

Karen stared at his nakedness for several long moments, rendered speechless by the sight. Oh, but he was beautiful, like an Adonis carved of smooth marble, and he was so young it made her ache. She was brought out of her lusty haze when he whimpered softly, his eyes now closed, and his hips bucked forward again in a silent plea for her touch. It was easily the most erotic moment of her life and Karen leaned in, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock while the other cradled his heavy balls, which were so warm against her palm. 

"Oooh, Mrs. McMillan..." He whimpered again as Karen dipped her head forward, tracing the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock. He jerked slightly, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, and then gingerly playing with her hair. It was such a sweet gesture, juxtaposed with the lewdness of her current position, and Karen felt a hot wave of desire wash over her like molten lava. Between her thighs, her pussy creamed with wetness, her clit throbbing almost painfully in anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to take him into her mouth, to suckle that throbbing, swollen young cock, but she couldn't resist teasing him. He was so sweet. Her beautiful young plaything. "Oh, Mrs. McMillan..."

"Yes, Jared?" Her voice was silky-smooth and smoky with lust. When she spoke, his eyes fluttered open, darkened and unfocused, and he looked at her. "What do you want, darling?"

"Please..." It was a single word, uttered so desperately and he lifted his ass off the couch, trying to get himself into her mouth. But Karen refused to acknowledge his actions until he obeyed her. 

"If you want something, Jared, tell me. Tell me what you want, baby..." She purred softly, the pink wetness of her tongue sliding forward again to bathe the head of his cock in her saliva. She could taste the saltiness of his precum, she could feel the deep shiver that possessed him and he bucked his hips helplessly again. His mouth moved as if trying to form the words she wanted to hear. Karen was highly tempted to just give in to what they both wanted, but she resisted. She needed to savor this moment, this one moment in a life-altering afternoon that had finally opened her eyes to new possibilities.

"Say it, Jared..." she whispered to him, her hand squeezing the thick base of his cock as its twin lovingly fondled his balls. An aching groan escaped his parted lips and he cradled her head with one hand. 

"Oh please Mrs. McMillan, please suck it... please... I'll... I'll do anything you want... just please suck my cock..." He begged her in a needy, desperate voice and Karen, nearly overcome with her own arousal, could not refuse him. Her soft lips parted and captured the head of his cock, swirling her tongue over the tip before taking him into her mouth, inch by sumptuous inch, until he stretched her lips into a perfect taut "O". Her dark head bobbed between his thighs as she found a rhythm with her mouth, her saliva coating him in wetness. She felt more wanton than she had in her entire life and she reveled in it.

"Mmmm... ohhhh shit..." She could hear his voice, even above the wet, suckling sounds of her own mouth, and it was glorious to hear the way that he moaned and murmured, his hands alternating between cradling her head lovingly and raking his fingers against her scalp. His hips bucked in an even rhythm, humping himself against her face, faster and harder as his orgasm approached. Karen kept her lips tight around the thickness of his shaft, creating a vacuum that tugged deliciously at his cock each time he moved. She could feel him swell in her mouth, unable to last long given his youth and level of excitement.