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Tara's Tale

By: Ragdollz



I knew I had a lot of explaining to do. It was Friday night – or morning, I realised as I glanced at the clock behind my uncle's head. Already way past two am, I realised I could hardly say I was just back from the part-time job which was supposed to end by nine pm. My uncle didn't look ready for any explanations as his eyes were definitely blazing.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Frank, I didn't take note of the time. . ." I began nervously, twisting my fingers.

"I can imagine," he said through gritted teeth as he folded his thick shirted arms, blocking me from proceeding past the hallway and into the main house. "Your aunt was worried sick, you know that?"

My aunt was his wife, who was my mom's elder sister. Aunt Sheila was a nice lady, though quiet and a bit laid-back on some issues. I knew she'd have been concerned but she wouldn't be looking this mad with me as Uncle Frank was. But then he took most things seriously.

"I'm really really sorry about that," I breathed, sighing. "I just. . .I lost all track of time, my friends were having this party, I didn't know when it got so late. . ."

"For a twenty-one year old, you sure act pretty dumb at times," he snapped. "You could have rung to say you'd be late."

I remembered that I hadn't charged my cell phone for days and it had been off all night – but of course I couldn't use that excuse or I'd look even more dumb. I felt totally responsible for the ticking off my uncle was giving me. After all as my Uncle had so rudely pointed out, I was a grown twenty-one year old woman living with her aunt and her family for the past two months while I worked in the city and saved for furthering my education. I was broke but had a lot of friends, and was more preoccupied with having fun than anything else really. My mom had asked her sister to take me in for a while so I could get myself settled while I made plans. I had a part-time job, made a little money, but would have made more if I was more serious with my life. It was safe to say I wasn't.

"You're not a child, Tara," I heard my uncle say more calmly. "Why do you keep acting like one? You know your aunt and I care a lot about you."

I looked up at him with more embarrassment. Yeah, he'd been nice to me ever since I moved in two months ago. He was an aloof kind of guy, handsome and fortyish, with the build of a boxer though he had a successful corporate career. Once in a while I speculated about him and how he got hooked up with a plain though sweet-natured woman like my aunt. I'd have thought him to have more. . .exciting tastes.

"I know, uncle, and I'm sorry," I said once more, almost rolling my eyes now. I just wanted to go up to my room, have a shower and jump into bed. Gosh, I'd had a rough night of drinks, dancing and a bit of fooling around with my boyfriend and his pals. I didn't need any more of this. I tried to walk past my uncle, but just as I brushed against him, I felt his hand grip my arm and I stilled.

"Saying "sorry" doesn't make everything alright, Tara. No matter how many times it's said."

His hold was firm, almost hard, and it bit into my arm through the thickness of my coat. It was somehow electric, and I instinctively tried to shove it off. That sent my coat falling apart and his eyes widened. "What the heck do you have on?"

Good question, I though acidly, feeling like an idiot for not buttoning properly. Let's just say, a little strip tease had been part of the evening, and all I had on was a mere slip of a dress. My underwear had been "seized" during the night on some pretext or the other by my raunchy friends. I could see my uncle staring at my fat, dark pink nipples and full breasts sticking through the thin material of my dress. It was short and exposed my bare thighs with my long legs tapering to tiny feet in heels. I wanted to hold the coat back closed but Uncle Frank held both wrists to stop me.

"Gosh, you're practically naked!" he snapped, though I wished he'd look at me when he said that and not at my semi-exposed boobs. They were sort of huge, emphasized further by my small waist. It felt somewhat arousing to watch him look at them with a kind of helpless fixation. My aunt had modest assets, so I guess it was a while he'd seen so much boobs on display. I found myself struggling to break free- but weakly. I kind of liked the idea that he probably was turned on.

"Uncle Frank, can I please go up to my room? I'm tired," I said quietly, forcing him to meet my gaze, which was expressionless. He let me go abruptly. He didn't say another word, just shook his head at me. I walked past and up the stairs of the quiet house. My aunt slept like a drugged being till the next morning, so she couldn't have heard or seen the exchange. And my two cousins, Anthony and Felicia, had rooms on the other side of the house. I could feel my uncle's eyes on me as I climbed the stairs, but I didn't look back.

Up in my room, I showered luxuriantly. I loved the feel of the rushing water down my naked body. I closed my eyes as I soaped my breasts. Somehow, my uncle's face appeared, his eyes darkened and wide as they'd stared down at me. I stroked my nipples, sighing. A familiar ache arose from my loins. I wasted no time in slipping my wet soapy fingers down to my lightly furred pussy to play with the pinkish little folds. I hummed at the delicious feeling. But it was never enough.

Once I was done, I pulled on an old t-shirt and plopped on the bed. There was only the reading light on at the head, so I lay back and opened the novel I'd been reading all week. Some light erotica, mild enough yet tantalizing sweet. I was tired and fell asleep to the thought of how nice it would be to be pleasured deeply by another. . . 

I didn't know when my bedroom door opened. Or did I? Somewhere in my hazy subconscious I should have known what was happening. After all it was mere minutes after I'd shut my exhausted eyes.

My mattress dipped to a weight far heavier than mine. A warm, gentle hand fell on my left thigh. With my face in my pillow and belly down, I could hardly tell who could be running smooth, firm fingers all over the soft skin of my legs and up to the hem of my short tee, which was slowly, noiselessly rolled up to reveal my bare bottom. Caresses, sweet and slow, followed all over my exposed skin, squeezing at my waist, my ass, like one savouring the taste of a delicious dish. I felt deeply aroused, and groaned deep in my throat at the gentle touch. But I didn't wake up. 

I didn't even flinch when minutes later, those hands were joined by the feel of equally soft and equally firm lips. They licked, they practically chewed, on the flesh of my ass and thighs and waist. It was quite ticklish in fact, but I decided I didn't want to interrupt by complaining. After all it felt good to be eaten, somewhat. I could hear hard, harsh breathing now, that wasn't mine. I still kept my breath low, deep, relaxed, like that of one peacefully sleeping. I think I wanted to see where this would lead.

One hot tongue pushed through the generous globes of my bottom to slather my tight little crack, and this time I couldn't help but shudder a little. Gosh that felt great. A lot of slobbering ensued, as I was licked and sucked and eaten so wetly by a hungry, seeking mouth. My legs were drawn apart now, and I could only imagine how much of my privates were exposed to devouring eyes and lips. Even those hands were never still but restless all about my frame, even underneath my tee and all over my back, stroking, kneading hungrily as sounds of laboured breathing filled the otherwise quiet room. 

I shifted a little, suddenly, and everything went still for a moment. No breath, no touch, like something had been put on hold. Of course I didn't want it to stop so I relaxed back into my sleep mode, letting only a single sigh of encouragement slip from my lips. It took a few moments before the onslaught continued. Several minutes of suckling and fondling later, I felt myself being turned slowly, gently on my back. My head rolled to the side and yet, through the corner of my eye, and even in the shadowed room, I could make out a familiar figure, a face I recognised. He was looking at my face, and I wondered what he was thinking. Did he think I looked beautiful, with my dark, silky long hair and small, oval face? I knew I had thick, long lashes, a nice little nose and full, pouty lips. My chin had been described as "elfin" by one or two ardent admirers, but I didn't know how well that went down with me. In any case, I knew I was good to look at. 

But he wasn't looking at my face any more. He was gazing down at my body, as he carefully starting rolling up my flimsy tee shirt. A short gasp escaped his throat as he left the tee in folds at my nape, my breasts now bared to his burning gaze. Through half-slitted eyes, I realised that he'd been watching to check if I was truly asleep. He seemed convinced of this now, as his large hands lifted and fell to cover my generous mounds, firm and succulent and full. I loved to be touched there, I loved to be suckled and fondled too. I saw no reason to stop him when he proceeded to do all three.

"Hmmmn," I couldn't help but sigh. He was very good at this, I realised, though he seemed so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't noticed I'd made a sound. His lips were fastened to one nipple as he sucked so hard it almost hurt, and his hands caressed just as hungrily. He lathered his tongue all over one breast and then the other, squeezing and stroking in turn. He had to know I was getting hot from all this, as by now my head swung from side to side, though my eyes stayed tightly closed. I guess by now he didn't really care.

One hand at this point slid down my belly to nestle between my open legs, as he came to lie almost wholly on top of me. I could tell from the slick, mushy sound that I was very wet. Nothing I could do to hide that. I heard his breath get even more belaboured, and by now I could feel an unmistakable hardness poking through his trousers against my upper thigh. It felt reassuringly

large and thick, even without me touching it.

And how I ached to do so!! My own hands virtually twitched to lift themselves from the sheets and hold that aroused cock, to free it from its cage. I was cock crazy, could never have enough of it. That was one thing in the world I could get freaking serious about. But I kept as still as I could, still feigning sleep or at least an indication of it. As he suckled at my breasts, he played with my pussy, tweaking my freaky little sex button and finger-pounding me in turns. It all felt so blasted good I was willing now to let him fuck me if he decided to do so. 

At last he removed his fingers and, lying on top of me, began to hump me. He buried his face in my neck and bumped his clothed rod against my open cunt. This was somewhat disappointing yet, still enjoyable. I wanted much, much more. When his lips searched for mine, I wondered if I could let him kiss me and still pretend to be asleep. Could my mouth fall open reflexively at the touch of his searching lips? It seemed it could. My lips parted to welcome his, and he groaned with pleasure as he kissed me moistly and hotly. I was so freaking turned on now I felt I could come any moment. The whole scene was so incredibly erotic and unexpected. It was like I'd summoned him out of my fantasies back then in the bathroom as I'd showered. And now he was here, kissing me and touching me and mock-fucking me. 

I couldn't decide how long I wanted this charade of being asleep to continue. Though there was some element of erotic quality in being made love to while pretending to be asleep. Though how any body could sleep through this was beyond me!!

He released my lips to trail his way down my arched neck and back to suckle at my nipple. Aaaah yes, I loved that. He humped and sucked himself up to a point when I heard him whisper my name almost lovingly. I think I heard him say how lovely and sexy I was. A pleased smile cross my lips.

I stretched a little now beneath him, and felt him go still again. I pretended to blink myself awake, and gasped when our eyes met in the darkened room. "Uncle Frank!" I half-whispered in exclamation, my eyes flying round. "What. . . how.. ."

He was immobilized right there between my wide-spread thighs, his hands still glued to my boobs. His face was a mask of passion and disgrace. "Oh lord, Tara, I'm sorry," he gasped, his eyes almost wild with desire. "I don't know what's come over me." He sighed raggedly. "I just wanted to look at you. . ."

"But. . Uncle Frank!" I cried as loud as I dared, shifting underneath him. "Have you been kissing me? Have you been sucking my boobs?" My eyes were accusatory, alarmed and appalled. He seemed to change colour.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't control myself. You're so beautiful and sexy. Don't be mad – "

"Well what should I be? Being practically violated in my sleep. . ."

"I said I was sorry - - - -"

His words broke off as he saw my eyes now dancing in humour up at him. It took a moment for it all to sink in. Earlier he'd berated me for saying those same words over and over, and now he was in my shoes. 

He looked far from humorous though when he said, "No amount of "I'm sorry's" is going to make what I've done right," he said in a lifeless voice, as he suddenly went limp on top of me. "What I wanted to do. . ."

He meant to roll off me just then, but my arms slipped round his waist. "And what was it you wanted to do, Uncle Frank?" I asked softly. "Fuck my brains out? Even as I slept?"

He grunted in a semi-laugh. "Like I'd have gotten away with that."

"You might have," I said musingly. "But I was enjoying it so much I wanted to experience it with my eyes wide open. And wide awake."

He was staring down at her in surprise and a look of growing need. I saw him swallow convulsively. "I guess you're not your Aunt Shiela. She usually falls asleep by the time I finish making love to her." He shrugged. 

"Sometimes I have to take it while she's deeply sleeping. That's the only way she'd allow me do it."

"Poor uncle Frank," I purred, lifting my hand to stroke his strong, square jaw. "Well, I'm definitely not aunt Shiela. And I'm going to let you fuck me as much as you want tonight, and enjoy it fully awake. If that's all right with you?"

"Ohh, Tara," he groaned, closing his eyes briefly in desperate passion. I didn't want for any more permission. I reached for his shirt and unbuttoned it quickly. He shouldered it off as I freed myself from my tee. "Get out your cock, uncle Frank. I want to see it."

He licked his lips as I kneeled naked before him, and I watched as he hastily unbuckled his pants and got them off in record time, kicking them off the bed. He was fully erect and springing to attention, kneeling there on the bed with me. I gazed down at it with appreciation.

"What a monster," I breathed, as it was my turn to swallow. I wanted to get that stuffed in my mouth as soon as possible. I loved to suck cock, most especially big, long and thick ones. And my uncle's dick was right there at the top with the biggest I'd ever sucked – which was a damned lot.

He had a flat belly, not athletic but not flabby. I pushed against him and made him lean back, supported by his arms, as I lowered my head to give him one of my trade mark blow jobs. It took me moments to work my way up his cap to the root close to his swinging, big balls. My fingers played with those heavy bags as my lips and mouth encased his throbbing fat member.

Uncle Frank was gasping, he was groaning and grinding into my mouth. I withdrew slightly to suckle that wet thick cap, and he bucked his thighs. I chuckled, then lifted a hand to hold the shaft, now slick with saliva. I stroked him expertly, enjoying the sweet musky taste of hot man meat. I could never get enough of this. I'd sucked two dicks earlier that night. My boyfriend's and that of a random stranger we'd met at the party. They'd both come on my breasts, and I could still remember the heady feeling of pleasuring two cocks simultaneously. Little had I known I would get a third treat before the night was up.

"Tara, gosh. . .you're fantastic. Aunt Sheila would never do this," his mumbled, his head thrown back as he continued to rock his hips. My experienced hands and mouth continued to be devoted to his massive cock, which seemed to thicken even more. I was almost panting now for him to penetrate me. 

"What else would my dear aunt never do, hmm?" I asked, lifting my mouth yet still keeping my hands working the shaft. I looked up into his passion glazed eyes. "I bet she never lets you fuck her doggy style. Would you like some of that, dear uncle?"

I knew my words were pushing him close to the edge. Dirty talk always got me feeling even hornier, especially when I was the one saying it. It had a lot of effect on him too, obviously, as without even bothering to reply, he took hold of my naked waist and flipped me on my hands and knees. Yes, it was time he took control. In moments, and without further ado, he'd rammed up into me from behind with an almost punishing thrust.

"Hell yeah," I breathed, keeping my voice low. It wouldn't do to wake up the house to the knowledge of this incredibly fantastic fuck my uncle was giving me. His big cock slammed into me again and again, up to the hilt, his hips banging against my pert little ass. I loved each painful jab, my pussy widening convulsively to encompass his ravaging dick. I slipped a finger down the middle to stroke myself in order to ease the sweet ache of his huge cock up my tight cunt. Damn, I hadn't been so completely and totally stuffed in a long time! How could my aunt not want a load of this all night, every night, I wondered? She was as foolish as I'd imagined!

"That's it, fuck me like you mean it Uncle Frank," I gasped, my words punctuated by his hard, deep, forceful thrusts. He seemed incapable of speaking I guess, because he didn't reply, obeying me by ramming into me even more strongly. I almost cried out in pain but it felt equally good too. His hands rubbed at my bottom, and I felt him lean down unto me till his breath was harsh and loud in my ear. He gave my ear one frenzied lick, even as his hips moved faster, pounding into me harder.

"You're a dirty little bitch, aren't you?" he let out with difficulty, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck, driving in with one deep stroke, then two. I groaned. "I knew you were not what you seemed to be."

"Neither are you, uncle Frank," I replied half-mockingly, twisting a little so our lips could merge briefly. My aloof uncle was actually a randy old dog, it seemed. He was grunting and slamming up against my ass with such fervour it almost made me laugh if it wasn't so fucking fantastic. I could even feel his balls swinging somewhere against the top of my cunt, which was so freaking hot too. I felt myself shudder as he reached round to give both my boobs a hard squeeze. 

"You could make a monk turn into a sex-mad beast, you know that?" he murmured, and from the hoarseness of his voice I figured he was close to the limit, as I was. I felt my thighs quiver, saw the black spots popping behind my eyelids as even a buzzing sound went through my ears. My mouth fell open in a tiny little scream as I prepared for the greatest cum of my life. . . .

"What the devil is going on here?"

I almost yelled in dismay as my uncle withdrew almost instantly at the unexpected sound of that voice. I was so fucking close! I almost cried out angrily at the interruption, my pussy virtually throbbing from the sudden withdrawal. And then I came to my senses as I realised we weren't alone in the room. I turned at the waist to see who it was, giving out a deep sigh of relief to find it was just my cousin Anthony and not my aunt as I'd feared.

My uncle and I seemed frozen on the bed, although he was no more inside me, as his son gaped at us with his mouth hanging open in shock. He was my annoying younger cousin, and we hadn't really got along since I came to stay. He was the sulky nineteen year old, a bit overweight and a little too fond of smoking pot. He was nothing like his father, and had a mean little pair of eyes that seemed to follow me everywhere when ever we happened to cross paths. I usually stayed out of his way, just to keep things smooth around the house. And now this. My head fell to hide my face behind my long hair as I let his dad handle this.


Tara's Tale Ch. 02



I woke up the next day not believing all that had taken place just hours earlier. My whole body ached inside out so I guess that was a good indication!! I had a long soak then went down stairs for some brunch since it was already close to noon. I met my aunt in the kitchen chopping some veg and I could hardly look her in the eye.

"Had a nice night?" she asked with a friendly smile as I sat down to some cereal which was all I could stomach right then. My insides felt like they'd been churned through and through, thanks to the glorious pounding I got from both my randy uncle and horny cousin.

If only you knew, was my silent reply, though I mumbled that I'd slept well. She went on with some small talk about a message from my mom but I was hardly listening. It was strange I felt no sense of guilt. I really felt like I was harming nobody. After all, it wasn't like I'd initiated it all. It was Uncle Frank that had come into MY room. Also, cousin Anthony had had a choice to tell his mom – but he'd chosen to get a piece of the action. How was I a bad person then?

My aunt was still talking, but I broke in to ask her where everyone was. "Ohh, Uncle Frank barely made it out on time to work, and of course Ant and Felice are off to school. How's your day planned out?"

I ruminated on my reply as I chewed. I was supposed to be working on some research at the moment, and then I had to get to work at six pm. But I figured I'd just laze the day away till I had to get to work. "I'm free for the afternoon," I told her at last. "Need help with preparing lunch?"

"No dear, I just wondered if you'd like to go shopping with me. I need to get a new outfit for a party I'm attending with your uncle next week."

I loved shopping, even when I wasn't actually doing any spending, so I agreed to tag along. We drove to the uptown shopping mall half an hour later. I picked out some nice dresses for my aunt to try, as well as for myself, just for fun of course cos I knew I couldn't afford any new stuff right then.

We both went in to change. All the stall were full so we ended up sharing the same changing room. I watched in curiosity as my aunt stripped down to her underwear to try on her dress. 

"You can't wear a bra with that," I informed her, as the attire had just one tiny mono-strap. To my surprise, she unselfconsciously snapped off her bra. I couldn't help but oogle.

My aunt was slim, petit, with short brown hair. At least thirty five, she had the body of a fifteen year old it seemed. Her breasts were small and pert and high, with tiny attractive nipples. Her belly was flat and her hips trim, and she had nice fair skin. I thought she looked sexy as hell. Those drab clothes of hers really hid a fantastic bod, I realised.

"You have a beautiful figure, Auntie," I said mildly, turning away at last as she stepped into her dress. She hadn't seen me staring, oblivious to my admiring looks. Not wanting to be outdone, I discarded my clothes down to my skimpy briefs. I hadn't even worn a bra underneath my top, and my proud large breasts jiggled as I flung my clothes away.

"Thanks, Tara," she replied, looking up to see my half-naked. "So do y. . ."

Her words broke off as she got a good look at my generous figure, and I paused a few seconds for full effect before I put on one of the dresses I'd picked.

We didn't say much after that, but there seemed a newly-charged atmosphere in the changing room, and suddenly the outside world didn't matter for a moment as I wondered if she was thinking what I was thinking. Two grown women with very sexy bodies in their own right, stuck in the same little room half naked. It was really a turn on just thinking about the things I'd love to do with her youthful-looking body. 

We both changed again and again and sought each other's opinions about the clothes. At last she ended up taking two dresses, and even offered to buy one for me. When I refused gracefully, she insisted. At last I shrugged and thanked her for being so nice.

Back in the car, she decided we could drive over to a nice place for lunch. I really felt kind of funny now because all of a sudden I was finding my aunt to be a very attractive woman and not just the boring nice lady who was letting me stay at her house. She didn't have much to say but it was always sensible, and I was thoroughly enjoying her company. We had a nice meal and it was fun, laughing and chatting about stuff. I even felt a tiny twinge of guilt when I thought of how, only just that early morning, I'd been thoroughly fucked by both her husband and her son.

It was close to evening when we finally got home, totalled by the busy afternoon we'd had. We went to our respective rooms to drop our packages. No one was home yet, just us, and I decided to return to her room to thank her again for the dress before I went out to work.

"Auntie?" I called from the doorway of her room, and found that the door was ajar. Pushing it in, I stepped into the master bedroom, finding it empty. Confused, I called out to her again.

"Oh, Tara! I'm in the bathroom," Aunt Shiela replied, and I could hear the shower running. My heart suddenly thudded at the thoughts that flew through my head right then. I didn't even think it through as I went straight into the open bathroom. Sure enough, she was under the shower, partially concealed behind the frosted shower glass.

"I just needed a quick shower, I felt so hot," the older woman explained, and I could see she was soaping her shoulders. "How about you?"

Her words made me start. "Um, I. . .well, I think I'm in need of a shower too, but I need to be off to work in a bit. . "

"Well, you can just jump in with me, Tara. No need to go back to your room. Come on now, there's room enough for both of us. Felicia and I share the shower all the time, ever since the shower head in her room broke a week ago."

It was like I was dreaming. My aunt wanted me to get into the shower with HER? Shy, retiring Aunt Shiela? I felt like I had to be hearing things.

"I'm not going to bite you," I heard her say jokingly, poking her head through the shower door. I met her laughing eyes and figured it might all be very innocent after all. 

I stripped, then a little hesitantly, stepped into the warm cubicle with her. She was right, it was large enough, though a bit of a tight fit. There was no way we could shower without our bodies touching. Hers felt warm and deliciously wet. I felt the spray of water and it seemed to wash away the last of my inhibitions.

"Here's the soap," Aunt Shiela said, handing me the scented bar. Our fingers brushed, and I felt a powerful surge of arousal. My aunt's short hair had curled in lovely ringlets around her face, and her bright grey eyes seemed to twinkle at me. I smiled back warmly, and began to rub the bar all over my body, concentrating on my erogenous zones. She watched me all the while, even as the overhead shower rinsed the foam off her own body.

"Nice," she said with a light tone, as my hand went lower and the soap disappeared between my thighs. I lathered there gently, then handed her back the soap. Without a word, she soaped her pussy too. It was a very erotic thing to be a part of, and my heart began to thomp even harder. Just what did we think we were doing? What if any of the others came home and caught us? I didn't even care about any of that anymore.

She put the soap away, and then retrieved the shower head, bringing it close to my belly. I stepped my feet apart and allowed her to spray the water right against my pussy. I lifted my right thigh and washed any remaining suds with my hands. I saw her lick her lips at the sight.

"You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen," she breathed, right before she rinsed herself off as well. I noticed her own cunt was pretty too, and just as smoothly shaven as mine. I told her this, and she smiled. "Uncle Frank. . .I love him, but he so doesn't know I'm not really into dicks. I'm a pussy woman myself to tell you the truth."

Her words shocked me and thrilled me, and I drew a shuddering breath. She asked me if she could kiss me. Heck yeah, I thought, but replied by taking her face in my hands and drawing close till our lips touched. We kissed, and we caressed each other, feeling over each other's skin, breasts, hips. She was the first person to make the bold move to pussy, and I sighed as her soft small fingers found their way into my melting hub. She stroked me expertly, and in turn, I fingered her hot red cunt lips. It felt good, and I wondered why I hadn't done much girl action in a while. I guess having a dick fixation doesn't give one an interest in much else. I decided that was going to change in a while.

Turning bold, I withdrew from her lips to bend my head to her lovely little breasts, which I suckled one after the other with the gentleness yet passion I would want mine to be given. She purred and sighed, and called out my name. I fucking loved it all. Sucking and fondling her breasts gave a heady, delicious feeling in my belly. And when she caressed my boobs hungrily, I knew she felt the same.

"Let's make eachother come, Tara darling. We don't have much time," she reminded me, even as her fingers began to masterfully thumb my pussy and clit. I gasped out loud over her nipples, throwing my head back as I quickened the pace of the finger-fucking I was giving her. The sloshing sound of our pussies was all we could hear above the noise of the falling shower, as we kissed lingeringly. In moments, both of us reached a simultaneously exploding climax, which amazed me. I thought I was the only one who could pleasure myself into coming so fast. It usually took me less than fifteen seconds to come with self-stimulation, and yet my aunt had achieved this in less time. I was glad I'd been able to do the same for her.

"Hmmn, I fucking loved that," she told me in my ear, and I wanted to laugh at my aunt using the f-word. Well, nothing could really surprise me about her anymore. Even when she added wickedly, "Somehow, I knew you'd be game for it. Your mum and I did stuff like this a lot when we were younger. And you remind me so much of her, Tara. Next time I'm going to lick that beautiful pussy of yours, like I used to enjoy licking your mum's. I'll be eating you for hours."

"That'll be..great, Aunt Shiela," I said, my mind in a whirl as we both rinsed off quickly. In minutes I was dressed and leaving the house just in time to catch my bus to work.



Tara's Tale



"Dad, how could you do something like this?" the young guy raved. "What if mom came in just now?"

Uncle Frank sighed as if to calm himself and his enraged son. "Look Ant, your mom need never know about this. Just walk out and shut the door. I never wanted you to see this."

"I'll bet!" he exclaimed comically, but instead of leaving, shut the door behind him and proceeded into the room. I was confused what to do next. I never saw this coming, really. "I saw you sneak into her room earlier and I wondered what you were up to. Never guessed you'll be fucking my cousin!"

"Watch your mouth, son!" his father snapped, though he didn't seem too authoritative at the moment. His cock was still very hard, slick with my juices, and my ass was still very much in the air. I felt somewhat reluctant to change position, still stuck in my doggy pose. What the hell did one do in a situation like this? I know my cousin was a mean brat and could decide to put my uncle and I both in deep trouble. What we were doing was unspeakable. But blind lust and utter stupidity had put us where we were now.

"I don't think you should be making the commands right now, do you, dad?" Anthony said meaningfully, mysteriously, as he moved closer to the bed. His eyes roved over the sinful image of his naked dad and niece. I could almost see him lick his lips at the sight of my exposed cunt and ass. To my horror, he began to stroke at the front of his trousers.

"Mom would be sooo freaking mad if I told her what's going on here," he drawled, pulling down his pyjama bottoms to reveal a rearing cock which he began to fist quickly right before our gaping eyes. I glanced at Uncle Frank in confusion, only to see he was just as dazed.

"Aw come on, dad, don't be so fucking selfish. I've got the hots for my sexy cousin too, you know. Wanted to fuck her teasing ass for weeks," Anthony confessed blithely. I watched his cock grow right before my eyes, almost to the size of his dad's but not quite. He was like what, nineteen, twenty? I bridled angrily within myself at what he was obviously suggesting, even as my love for cock made me lick my lips in glee. Anthony's dick curved up a little as it hardened, and its shape and size fascinated me. That was one big fat juicy cock. And I wanted it, too. Once again, I glanced back at uncle Frank.

He sighed deeply in defeat. "Ant, I don't know what you think you're doing. . ."

"Well, for starters, why don't I get her to suck my cock while you keep fucking her, hmm, dad? Seems like a good idea to me," Anthony said in a conversational tone, even as he stuck his erect dick in my face. I glowered up at him, still not speaking. "Suck my dick, Tara. You know you want to." His eyes were as mean as ever, and I wanted to spit in his face. Instead, I spit on his cock, taking hold of it and stroking up and down even as I looked back to direct my uncle, "Aw, let's give him what he wants, uncle Frank. Or else aunt Shiela is going to know all about this."

"Tara," I heard him groan in uncertainty, but I didn't bother with him anymore. I looked up at Anthony's gloating face as I took him into my mouth, sucking on his meaty cock with slow, determined strokes. I loved the young fresh taste of him, even as I hated his opportunist ways. How could he blackmail his own father? I fumed. He was even more evil than I'd imagined.

Gripping my hair, he twisted it round till he could tug at it as I blew him. "Dad, you might as well fuck her, cos I certainly am going to soon. She's been begging for this to happen since the first week she came here, don't you realise that? To be fucked by the both of us. I think we should oblige her, don't you?"

"Shut up, Ant, just shut up," his father growled, but he was no match for his own animal lusts. He was watching me suck his son, and I could tell he was all up for it once more. I almost hummed in triumph when at last, he penetrated me through the back again, a whimper of shame escaping his throat. His fingers at my waist were hard as he rammed into me as before, his eyes fixed on me dedicatedly pleasuring Anthony's cock. I didn't mind so much when my cousin forced himself deeper down my throat. I loved it rough and nasty most times. What other way was there? This was the only language I understood. He seemed to whoop with glee as he reached down for my heavy swinging breasts, squeezing and fondling.

"Look at those fucking tits," he moaned, bucking against my mouth as he caressed me with forceful hands. I was sure I'd be all bruised and red later. Right then it was only making me wetter as my uncle's thrusts reached a frenzied speed and I could almost sense that he was going to come any second now. And sure enough, moments later, I felt him extract himself, groaning deeply as he jerked cum all over my ass and back. I whimpered with pleasure around my cousin's greedy cock.

"My turn," Anthony murmured, as my uncle fell back exhausted on the sheets. He watched helplessly as my cousin pushed me over on my back, mounting me after drawing my legs as far apart as they would go. His first thrust up me was deep and hard. A cry of pain spilt from my lips, though I shuddered with pleasure. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, cheap bitch," he grinned, beads of sweat popping on his face as he roamed ravenous hands all over my swaying boobs. I could only look up at him with disgust.

"Anthony. . " his father said warningly, but he couldn't help staring at the way his young son's cock drove up Tara's pussy again and again, his ass grinding with each thrust. He knew he was getting hard again at the sight, especially as he could see his niece writhing with pleasure beneath his son.

"Dad, come on, she loves it," Anthony said, panting a little now, his hands going beneath my knees to draw them up to my chin so he could drive in to the hilt, almost tearing me apart. His grin was wicked as he saw my pained expression. "If you know the stuff I've heard about her around the bars in town. . ." He shook his head at me. "She's a good little tramp already, I'll tell you. Why shouldn't we get a piece here at home?"

My face was a little pink now, even as my pussy churned with every hard thrust of his cock. I wanted to come so bad, I could feel it building up again just with Anthony's heavy frame heaving on top of me, and his dick riding hard deep within me. I threw my head to the side as I tried to focus on the centre of my pleasure. I blinked my eyes open when I felt something against my cheek. It was my uncle's cock, meaty and all rearing to go again. I needed no further bidding as I opened my mouth to service his dick, even as I saw his almost apologetic expression. So, they both wanted me to be their little slut tonight. I could do that. Anthony was already coming, I could feel him shuddering to a climax, right before he took out his cock and came all over my belly and breasts. He was growling hard with his release. I felt such power right then, though empty with no cock in my pussy.

"That was so fucking good," Anthony breathed, as my head bobbed up and down on his father's cock. He chuckled into his dad's face. "Greedy, aren't we? I don't blame you though. I've fantasized for a long time about fucking her at least twice, once up the arse. That'll be good though, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah," Uncle Frank agreed, surprising me. My eyes flew up to meet his and I saw he didn't look so apologetic anymore. Seemed he was getting used to the idea of both of them fucking my brains out.

"I knew you'd see things my way dad," Anthony grinned, scuttling off the bed to rummage through my bathroom cabinet. He returned with some lube. 

By then, uncle Frank was all hard again, and I felt him move away from my lips to position himself on the bed, taking me up to straddle him. "This is going to be the best fuck you ever had, Tara. You might as well enjoy it. We certainly will," he informed me, just before he impaled me on his fully erect massive cock. I wanted to scream but daren't, even though my pussy was virtually being ripped in two by the plank of meat I had inside me. I hunched above him, animal noises escaping my lips as I ground my hips into him, taking in as much of him as I could. He grabbed at my boobs and sucked them hungrily, making me even more wet, even more willing. I threw my head back at the pleasure of it all, feeling the mounting pleasure welling up into one massive climax. I wanted badly to come right then, it was just within my reach. . .

"Let's have a look at that juicy piece of ass, huh?" I heard my cousin murmur from behind me. I knew he was kneeling close to our bodies, and felt him push m down atop his dad so my ass was up and exposed to his gaze. He lubed my crack with his fat fingers, and I twisted round to meet his gaze.

"Like dad said, just relax and enjoy it ok, Tara?" he said with a teasing smile, stroking the lube all around my ass. "Not like you've never been fucked up the ass before." He chuckled when I shot daggers at him with my eyes. But he was right anyway. My boyfriend and I had tried everything – and many times, not alone. Threesomes were a favourite past time of ours. But I'd never envisaged the threesome to include my uncle and his brat of a son! But it was true, I love being fucked up the ass, was looking forward to it right then. He spread my ass cheeks and I sucked in a breath in anticipation, while his other hand fisted his equally lubricated cock into a thick hardness. His father kept fucking my pussy, looking over my shoulder as his son leaned over our bodies and began to ease himself into my tight, juddering crack. 

"Fuck that ass, son," Uncle Frank directed hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the image of me being sandwiched between them. I could barely breathe as I felt a fullness overcome me with every inch of dick that Anthony advanced into my narrow rear passage, the walls widening as I deliberately strove to relax. Gosh, nothing could describe how I felt when he was finally deep within me and both of them could fuck me in unison. I felt like a slab of beef between them as they pounded up my cunt and up my ass, the whole experience so excruciatingly, painfully delicious, that all I could do was squirm and shudder and take every bit of what they smacked into my two holes. I felt like the luckiest bitch in the world right then to be pleasured by two massive, hungry cocks that knew just how to make an ass and pussy happy. At this point I allowed myself to speak out as I chanted at them to fuck me, fuck me harder, mewling with pleasure as they obliged me with faster, deeper thrusts.

"Arrrghhh," Anthony groaned as he exploded deep within my ass, his whole frame a shuddering mass as he rocked against my bum. Moments later, uncle Frank began to buck harder up into my pussy, hitting me right in that spot deep inside that held the fountain of my sweetest pleasure. Both father and son were coming, and soon it was my turn as a flash of lightning seemed to pass right between us. It was funny I should describe it so poignantly, yet it was true, as it seemed I was struck by a force so strong it got me stiffening like I'd been shot. I felt the two cocks spew cum deep in my holes, and that was enough to push me finally over the precipice as I shuddered in powerful release for a whole half a minute. 

"Damn," my uncle swore under his breath, as I collapsed on top of him. They were both inside me still, and even Anthony was so exhausted that he was slumped over my back too. We were a conjoined trio, almost welded together by flesh and bone. I didn't want to move, ever.

"I've heard of the word bombshell, but this is the first time I've seen a woman who fits that description," I heard my uncle say, as I smiled to myself, my face hidden in his chest. I could feel Anthony's chuckle rumble against my back.

"Don't encourage her, dad," he said, adding tauntingly, "She's just a great piece of ass – and pussy." And he guffawed out loud. Gosh, he really was a mean fucker, I decided. But I still felt good about the compliment. Words of praise did a lot for my esteem actually. Especially when it had to do with my sexual prowess. You could say that was one thing I took very, very seriously. . . .