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"My turn," said Karen. "I think we might all be fighting for second place on this round, but this is MY third raciest story.
"Wait!" said Tracy, "bathroom and drinks!"
"More lingerie!" said Sandy.
After a new round of drinks, and a new set of lingerie, even racier than before, they settled back on the bed, and prepared to hear Karen's story. Sylvia kept the green babydoll, as she was getting comfortable with how it looked on her, and she didn't have anything else.
When they got back on the bed, Popper got up and made the rounds as before, checking out his domain. Sylvia was feeling good from the drinks, and the exhilaration of Sandy's story, and was not paying attention. She was taken completely by surprise, when he not only gave her a big sniff, but a big lick, as well.
Sylvia gasped, but was unable to say anything, for several seconds, as her slightly inebriated body reeled from the sensation of the hot tongue running up her labia and across her clitoris. Before she was able to recover enough to warn them, she heard a similar gasp from Tracy, and then from Karen, and finally from Sandy, who said, after her gasp, "Popper, NO! Sit!"
Popper gave a little growl, but then curled up between her thighs again, his boner insolently visible to them all.
"Horny little bastard," said Karen. "If you think you're going to stick that thing in me, bud, you might just get it broken off."
"Tell your story," Tracy laughed. "You can play games with the dog later."
Karen laughed herself, then, and said, "he does have a better tongue than some of the lovers I've had. Sylvia's eyes widened, as she realized she'd never had someone use his tongue on her, but the sensation was still reverberating through her body. It actually felt as if his hot tongue was still in contact with her labia.
Under the pretense of adjusting her hair, Sylvia leaned forward to check herself out discreetly. She was surprised to see that her outer labia were VERY swollen, and her inner labia and clit were sticking out, looking very wet. As she sat up, a little unsteadily, she realized she had the same ball of fire in her stomach that Sandy had been talking about.
"He does have a good tongue, at that," said Sandy. Thinking she had been caught looking at herself, Sylvia looked over at Sandy, but Sandy was talking to Karen. When she glanced back at Tracy, though, she caught a knowing smile.
Karen began her first story. "My third raciest story starts just a bit older than Sandy's. I was thirteen, and we also were visiting country cousins. My cousins were three boys, all younger than me -- the oldest was ten, I think. I played with them a bit, for form, but I really found that age boring. They were just obnoxious, thinking it was cool to make all their humor about farts and other bathroom things, and while they were starting to be interested in girls, it was only in how much they can torment them. Horrible creatures.
"One of the things they were doing was spanking my bottom, every chance they got. When I tried to spank them back, they screamed bloody murder, and I got in serious trouble. My parents wouldn't listen when I tried to say that they were hitting me; they only said I was older, and therefore I should learn how to handle myself with the little monsters.
"To the boys, of course, that meant they had carte blanche permission to torment me the whole week, and it was only Sunday. They started spanking my ass even more, and then they started teaming up to grab my breasts, too -- I had already gotten some decent breasts by then. They didn't know what they were doing, so it HURT.
"The madder I got, of course, the more they loved it. I managed to keep them off of my tits, because that REALLY hurt, but that meant they could all hit my ass even harder. I tried locking myself in the bathroom, but they got a screwdriver and opened it anyway, even when I was sitting on the toilet. I solved that one, though, by screaming at the top of my lungs, as though I were being flayed alive. My uncle came running, and found the boys running away from the bathroom, with an open door, and me sitting on the toilet, my shorts and panties around my ankles.
"He looked for a moment in shock, and then he closed the door. I heard him bellowing for the boys, but I think they were outside by that time.
"That got me about an hour's respite, before they were at it again. They were getting bored with just hitting me with their hands, though, so they started hitting me with a belt and a couple of ping pong paddles.
"The most disturbing thing of all, though, was the feelings it was starting to generate in me. The more my ass got spanked, the more my nipples started to tingle, and the more I started to tingle in my pussy. I had been playing with my pussy for the past year, and I had learned how to masturbate, by listening to a couple of women talking about it, walking down the mall in front of me. I hadn't put anything IN there, yet, but I knew I wanted to, someday soon.
"As the paddle torture continued, my nipples went from tingling to aching, and I'm sure my little pussy was dripping, but I had no place to go. I was a wreck, not only because my ass was so sore from getting hit all day, but because the rest of my body was going crazy with desire, for the first time in my life, and I didn't know what to do.
"In the afternoon, my aunt and my parents were going to take us all out to a water park, while my uncle mowed the lawn. I managed to beg off of the trip, claiming I wasn't feeling well -- I wasn't. I didn't have any doubt that the little monsters would continue playing the same game in the car both ways, and at the public water park.
"As they pulled out, I burst into tears, and realized I was an emotional wreck. I needed an adult, who could help steady me down. I went to find my uncle in the shed, prepping the mower. He had on loose shorts and a t-shirt, for working in the yard. I liked the smells out there, of grass, and gasoline, and the faint chemicals from fertilizer and such.
"As he saw my tear-stained face, Uncle Jim put down the can of oil, and said, 'what is it, doll?' He had always called me doll, even when I was very small. I liked Uncle Jim.
"I just put my arms around him, and cried, my face against his chest. He put comforting arms around me, and said, 'there, there,' or something like that. With my face buried against his chest, I could smell his skin, and his sweat, and it didn't smell bad, not at all. I took a good whiff of the clean sweat on him, and thought it smelled really good. I squeezed him tighter as I got another whiff, and must have been poking him with my nipples, because he eased me away from him, sat down on a couple of fertilizer bags, and sat me down on his lap.
"He cuddled me to him, and stroked my hair, making comforting sounds, while I just bawled, my face in his chest, breathing more of his scent, and getting even more turned on than I had been before.
"Finally, he pushed me away, and said, 'what IS it, doll? Is there anything I can do?'
"I told him my bottom hurt from the boys hitting it all day, and asked him if he could rub it, so it would feel better.
"He looked surprised, and I felt the first stirrings of something underneath me in his lap, before he said, gently, 'I don't really think I should do that, doll.'
"'But it HURTS,' I said, 'and YOUR SONS have been hitting it all day, and you and the others haven't done anything about it. You're the only one here; you're the only one who can make it better. Please, Uncle Jim!'
"So he sighed, and began to rub my bottom over my jeans, and yes, it DID feel better. Oh, my god, did it feel better! It was as if all the pain that had been building up through the abuse all day had been just collecting there, and his gentle hand just transformed the pain into pleasure.
"'Is that better?' he said. 'I didn't realize they had actually been hitting you hard.'
"'Oh, yes,' I said, jumping up from his lap, and dropping my jeans, 'look.'
"He leaned forward. 'Yes, I can see it looks like you might be red, under there,' he said. I realized he was trying to see my bottom through my panties, and without a second's thought about it, I dropped them, too, and kicked them to the side with my jeans.
"'See?' I said.
"Believe it or not," said Karen, "I had no idea what I was doing. I was really hurting, and it felt MUCH better when Uncle Jim was touching me, and I just wanted to show him how red I was. If I had REALLY thought about it, I would have realized that what I really wanted was for him to rub his hand on my bare ass, because it had felt so good over my jeans.
"Anyway, I'm now standing there, wearing my t-shirt with no bra, nipples trying to poke through the fabric, a pussy that was probably darned near dripping, and a bare ass. The amazing thing is that Uncle Jim still showed restraint. He leaned forward, and looked at my ass from a few inches away, and I could hear him inhale. He must have been getting a full whiff of my wet pussy. 'I can see you are very red,' he said. 'I'll make sure they don't do that to you again.' Then he sat back, and said, 'I think you should put your pants back on now.'
"I still wasn't trying to make this go in any direction, but I hopped right onto his lap, and said, 'but Uncle Jim, you haven't rubbed my bottom like you promised!'
"What was the poor man to do? With another sigh that was half a groan, he started rubbing my ass again. I thought I was going to DIE, it felt so good. I was tingling all over my body now, and I thought my nipples were going to go THROUGH my shirt. For the first time in my life, I could feel my inner labia aching, in and of themselves. It was just my overall pussy that was feeling as if it needed attention; my secret lips wanted something IN them, and they were starting to ache with the need.
"His lap didn't feel as comfortable as it did before, and I shifted myself around until it felt more comfortable. It was more comfortable, because the thing which had been trapped underneath me, now came up between my thighs. Uncle Jim gave a surprised grunt, and I realized it was a painful grunt. I looked down, and saw that the fabric of his shorts was stretched VERY tight, and something was being trapped down there, and it was hurting him for it to be trapped.
"My brain was just not working. All I could think was that he would be a lot more comfortable if it could be free.
"Uncle Jim said, 'I think you should OH!' He stopped with a gasp, because I had pulled the fabric off of he erection, letting his penis come free. As it did, it rested in the place natural for it, which was right between my aching labia.
"Thinking back on it, I don't think he was any bigger than average, but that thing looked like the Empire State Building next to my little pussy. I had put my finger in there, but that was all. The thought of that thing going INTO my pussy wasn't something I had thought about, but only because my brain wasn't working. All I knew was that my labia felt so incredibly GOOD with him right there between them.
"The feeling was like an explosion of fire and electricity, that lit up my entire body, from that contact. Everything, from the roots of my hair, to my nipples, toes, and even my ass under his hand, felt electrified, from the contact on my pussy.
"'Karen,' he said, desperately, 'we can't do this; it's wrong!' He didn't stop rubbing my bare ass, though, and his erection was pulsing.
"I just swung my leg across his chest -- I was flexible enough to do that, at thirteen -- and suddenly, I was straddling him, my legs wrapped around him, and my labia pressed against his erection as hard as I could.
"Believe it or not, I STILL wasn't thinking in terms of intercourse. I knew I was a virgin, and I knew incest was wrong, and I knew he was much too big for me, but none of those things even entered my head. I didn't even imagine him entering me. I just knew that I wanted to press my labia as hard as I could against that thing, because it felt so unbelievably good.
"Uncle Jim showed more restraint than I would believe of any man today, given what I know now. He tried, hard, to lift me off him. His hands were under my ass, and he tried to lift me off him. He was much stronger than me, of course, and could have done it easily, but my arms were locked around his chest, AND my legs were wrapped around his hips.
"When he tried to lift me off him, he only got as far as my arms hitting the underside of his arms. When I got to that point, he had no choice but to put me down, so he could reach under my arms to lift me again. Because my legs were still pulling me against him so hard, when he set me down, he popped in, and I slid all the way down, in one motion. I think it was involuntary, but he spread his legs so I could sink all the way down onto him.
"I felt my hymen tearing, all the way down, but then he was all the way IN me, and I could feel him pushing hard against something inside me, that felt like it connected with my heart and soul.
"Funny thing was, it hurt, but not very much. I was much more sore the next day, than I was in that moment. Mainly, what I felt was relief. All of it, from the tingling nipples, to the sore bottom, to the aching labia and all the rest, were a desire for THIS feeling, right here. THIS was what I had been missing.
"I was crying, but not from the pain of it. I was crying, because it felt so GOOD, even though it also hurt.
"Uncle Jim held me, close, not trying to lift me off, and saying he was sorry, but still very hard, inside me. When he finally asked me if I was ready to get off, I shook my head.
"'Doll, we really can't do this,' he said, 'it's wrong.'
"'I know,' I said, 'but this only happens once for a girl, and I don't want to ruin it.'
"I had manipulated the shit out of the poor man," said Karen, "but I have to say that he really did love me. I was the predator, not him, and I finally knew it, but I also knew that if he pulled that monster out now, I would never have the courage to put it in again, and I really wanted to find out how the rest of it felt.
"After he had held me for a few more minutes, I started moving myself up and down on him. The little bit of in and out brought a whole NEW genre of feelings, running up and down my whole being.
"Uncle Jim finally resigned himself to the facts, and began kissing me, then lifting up my shirt and sucking on my nipples. The kissing was nice, but oh, baby! I had grown up thinking that these things were there to feed babies, and I suppose we are, but that day, I learned what they were REALLY there for.
"I began moaning, and calling out his name, and moving on him more, and that's when he really got into it. He flipped me around onto the fertilizer bags, and started thrusting into me, sucking on one nipple, and caressing the other. I just kept pulling him into me with my heels, and pulling his head to me with my arms, and gasping and crying out with the feelings that were washing over me.
"A lot of it was pain. He was far bigger than I was ready for, and my torn hymen hurt, and my little body was just not ready for interaction like that with someone his body sized. My hips hurt.
"All of that was washed away by the pleasure. It kept rising, and rising, and rising, until my mind exploded, and I was thrashing with the pleasure of it, and shortly after that, he stopped thrusting, and I could feel -- my god, I could FEEL it. His penis rippled down its whole length, and when the ripple got to his head, I could FEEL the pulsing into me. I realized, with a small amount of fear, that I might get pregnant, but that was nothing compared to the wonderful feeling of him shooting in me.
"Then he shrank, and pulled out, and I just lay back, abused, sore, and happy. He picked me up in his arms, like he used to do when I was a small child, and said, 'I'm so sorry, doll! Are you okay?'
"I reached up, and pulled his face down to mine, and kissed him, tearfully. 'Thank you, Uncle Jim,' I said, 'thank you for the best experience of my life.'
"He seemed to relax a bit, but he said, 'we really shouldn't have done that, you know. It's wrong.'
"'I know,' I sighed, 'but I needed it SO badly, and you were there for me, Uncle Jim, just like you always have been. I'll never tell a soul, either, I promise.'
"He set me down, and helped me into the house, because I was getting so sore, I was having difficulty walking. His shorts already had my scent and blood on them, so he used them to clean me up the rest of the way, then washed them, along with my panties and his underwear, in the laundry room sink. While they were drying, he took me into the shower with him, and helped me get cleaned up. He got erect when I was soaping him up in the shower, rubbing the slippery soap on him.
"'Do you like that?' I asked, and he just said, 'oh, yeah,' so I jacked him off with shampoo in the shower. When he came, it hit me square in the chest. I actually found that exciting, but wasn't about to want to try anything else with my sore pussy.
"When we got out of the shower, the shorts and underwear were nearly dry, so we put them on damp and went back out to do the yard. It wasn't all that comfortable, but he said that way, they would be normally sweaty and dirty, and no one would think anything of it.
"He showed me how to do the trimming and edging, and I did that while he ran the mower. We finished at about the same time, and put the tools away in the shed, before closing it up and going back into the house. I sniffed carefully in the shed, and there were no betraying scents there that I could tell. I caught a whiff of Uncle Jim, though, and hugged his sweaty body, burying my nose in his chest.
"'Hey, I'm all sweaty!' he said, laughing.
"'I know,' I said, 'but you smell really good.' I had been offended by the smell of old sweat on a lot of people, but I had never realized that clean sweat could actually smell good. Sore as my pussy was, it was turning me on.
"We didn't do anything then, but went on into the house. Uncle Jim always got himself a beer after working in the yard, but this time, he looked at me thoughtfully, then got a bigger glass than normal, and got two beers out. He poured them both into the big glass, and said, 'come on,' leading me into the family room, and sitting in his big chair. He pulled me onto his lap, and after he had a big swig of the beer, he offered it to me.
"I had tasted beer once before, and thought it was totally icky, but I had just expended a lot of bodily fluids, in several different ways, before spending a couple of hours working out in the hot sun. I was THIRSTY.
"I took a mouthful of the light beer, and could not believe how good it tasted. I drank some more, and he pulled it away from me, laughing. 'Give yourself a chance to get it down, doll, or you're going to be burping all day.'
"He drank some more, and then handed it back for another swig, and said, 'okay, doll, tell me what's been going on.'
"I told him everything. I told him about my feelings, and about what my mother had told me, and about what his sons had been doing, and what that had done to my sexual feelings.
"I have to hand it to Jim. He was definitely freaked out about what we had done, but he loved me enough to answer the questions I had, as fully as he could. He could have just pushed me away, and maybe fucked me up for life, but he held me on his lap, lovingly, and answered ALL my questions.
"I was cuddled to him more intimately than before, but it was still just cuddling my Uncle, not really sexual.
"When I asked him if there was anything he could do about his sons, though, he chuckled, and said, sure as hell.
"We got up, and he took me into his study. There, on the wall, were two paddles. One was labeled 'Mom', and was about a foot and a half long, two inches wide, and a half inch thick. The other was labeled 'Dad', and was two feet long, three inches wide, and a good inch thick.
"He took them both down, and said, 'I promise you, we'll stop that behavior, once and for all, if you are willing to administer some of the punishment yourself.'
"'AM I? Yes, PLEASE!'
"He chuckled again, and said, 'okay, then, we'll give them a choice, when they get home. They can have the Mom's paddle, administered by you, or they can have the Dad's paddle, administered by me. They aren't stupid; they will choose you. Just make sure you make their bottoms hurt much worse than yours did. Start with the youngest, so you can judge how hard you have to hit them, to make it count. Make sure you hit each older boy harder than his younger brothers. They will try to be tough guys, but if they don't have tears, you aren't hitting them hard enough.
"I threw my arms around him, and kissed him on the lips. He returned the kiss, but then he said, 'we really shouldn't do that, you know.'
"'I know,' I said, 'but I'm so thrilled that you love me enough to be there for me.' Then I looked up into his eyes, and said, 'I hope that won't be the only time we do that.'
"He looked down into my pleading eyes with his stern ones, but I could see his resolve melt. He never could resist my eyes. Finally, he shook his head, pushed me back, and said, 'let's give you a chance to heal from this morning first, okay?'
"'Okay,' I said, happily, then skipped away. As I left the room, I glanced back, to see him rolling his eyes.
"When my parents and aunt returned after supper, they were exhausted. The boys had been out of hand the entire trip -- no doubt wound up by their antics with their cousin. Their mother had been threatening them with the paddle all day. She never used it, but she did threaten them with it a lot.
"My uncle brought them all into the study, and there were the two paddles. My aunt and my parents followed. I think my parents only followed, because they were wondering what I was doing in there.
"Uncle Jim asked about what had been happening while they were away, and my aunt filled him in. They were worthy of a spanking just from that.
"'Boys, if you were to choose getting spanked with Mom's paddle, or Dad's paddle, which would you choose?' Both paddles were laying out in front of them, and the boys WEREN'T stupid, just obnoxious.
"They all said Mom's, of course, and then Uncle Jim smiled. 'Good,' he said, 'because your mother isn't going to be swinging the Mom's paddle this time.' When they looked up at him, fearfully, he said, 'your cousin Karen is.'
"They looked over at me, startled, and Jim went on. 'I did not realize, until after you left, just how much you have been hitting and tormenting that girl today. She is going to get some payback for how you've been treating her, and I want HER to make sure you can't sit down for the rest of the WEEK.
"'Not only that, but if I EVER hear about you abusing a lady again, you won't have any choice between the Mom's and Dad's paddle, and I PROMISE you, you won't sit down for an entire MONTH.
"'AFTER she is done giving you what you have been begging for ALL DAY, you are going to apologize to her very nicely, then you are going to apologize to your mother and your aunt and uncle, and then you are going to BED! If there is ANY deviation from that plan, you are going to get the full treatment from the Dad's paddle. ARE WE CLEAR?'
"'Yes, sir!' They knew better than to talk back when he was like that.
"One more thing. I am, here and now, giving her permission to use the Mom's paddle on you this entire week. As long as they are here, if she feels you are so much as LOOKING at her funny, she has permission to use it on you. If you give her any trouble about that, it will be the Dad's paddle.
"He looked at me, and said, 'remember what I told you before, about how hard to hit them. ADD onto that what they need as punishment for how they have behaved with your parents and aunt, while they were out. Go.'
"The youngest was eight, and I hit him hard, but not too hard. It really did hurt him, I think, and I THINK his tears were real. His face was certainly red enough. After I gave him ten swats, I think he had broken down completely. I stopped and looked at his father, and he said, 'I think that will do, but definitely never hit him any softer than that.' Then he turned to his youngest son. 'Make your apologies.'
"By golly, he apologized nicely to all of us, then scurried when his father said, 'now go brush your teeth and get in bed, and don't let me see you getting OUT of bed before sunrise.'
"When the next boy got ready, Uncle Jim reminded me, 'harder for this one.' I did, putting more muscle into it, but still not really whaling away. He stayed pretty tough through most of it, until we were about ten strokes into it. After ten strokes, he was starting to stand back up from the desk, when number elven hit him. In shock, he just looked back at me, and then put his hands back down on the edge of the desk. When I hit him with number twelve, he broke. I think he thought I was going to stop at ten, but when he realized I could keep going a lot longer, he finally broke down. I stopped when I got to twenty with him, and he was sobbing. He also made contrite apologies, and left when told.
"Finally, the oldest boy got up, and gave me a contemptuous look. He was the ringleader for all their shenanigans, and he was the meanest of all of them. He was the first example in my life of the predatory, bully male.
"I gave him the first swat, and it was quite a bit harder than I had hit either of his brothers, and he just sneered, and said, 'you hit like a girl.'
"His father just laughed, although I could see he was a bit proud of him, and said, still chuckling, 'okay, son. If you want to make a challenge like that, go ahead, but I think you are going to learn something about the wisdom of keeping your mouth shut.' He nodded at me, and said, 'Go ahead, Karen. Show him how hard a girl can hit. You won't kill him.'
"I wondered if he really meant that, but that boy had been treating me like shit at every opportunity for the past several years, and he had been mercilessly cruel to me on this trip. Now, he was laughing at me, once again. I nodded, and thought, 'all right, you son of a bitch,' and shifted my grip on the paddle, so I held it, two-handed, like a softball bat. I thought back to my batting lessons, and the next swat he got was smooth, straight, and with enough power to put one over the fence.
"He let out an involuntary cry, and looked back with a shocked, fearful expression. He got eight more like that, full power swings, and he was wailing and sobbing louder than either of his brothers, before he was done. His mother wanted to interfere, but his father wouldn't let her.
"When I was done, and he was done apologizing, his father said, 'you are old enough to understand how to treat a lady. I don't EVER want to see you disrespecting a lady again. In case you need help remembering in this particular case, you remember that she can use that paddle on you all week if she wants, just because she doesn't like the color of your hair. So be polite or be absent from her presence. Now go to bed.'
"Except at meals, I didn't see those boys for the rest of the week. All three of them were sitting on cushions at breakfast, but they were very polite. By the end of the week, they were speaking to me politely, but if I even looked at them a little crossly, they almost wet their pants.
"Even when they were older, those boys never gave me a lick of trouble again. Let me get back to that week, though. All that happened the very first day. I think both my parents and Aunt Megan were shocked over the whole paddling episode, and when I suggested that they might like to take the boys out without me, they were only too willing to do it.
"Uncle Jim had lots of work to do on the farm, and I said I'd like to see if I could help him out. As that would keep me away from the boys, everyone was good with that, although it made Uncle Jim nervous. When my parents and Aunt Megan took the boys to go hiking at the river on Monday, they would be out the whole day.
"I found Uncle Jim in the spring house, clearing out debris. He was wearing waders, and swimming trunks, as it was messy work. I asked if I could help, and he said, 'got your swim suit?' I said I sure did, and in a moment, had slipped in beside him. I was wearing the second pair of wading boots, and nothing else.
"He said, 'aren't you sore?' and I said I was, but I was hoping I could learn about some other things. Then I jumped up, and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"He just pulled back, and said, 'whoa! I can see the first thing you need to learn about is kissing.'
"Beside the spring house, there is a steep little hill, that is in shade much of the day. The grass grows thick and lush there, and it is very soft. He laid me down there, and gave me a graduate lesson in kissing. He taught me about tender kisses, and eager kisses, and teasing kisses, and conquering kisses -- and when he did that to me, girls, I WAS conquered, and told him so.
"Then he laughed, and showed me about kisses on the rest of my body. He kissed the base of my neck, and I gasped with the lines of pleasure that ran all over my body from that one place. Then he kissed his way down to my breasts, and that was just as wonderful as when he was making love to me before -- or maybe even better, because I wasn't distracted by anything else.
"Then he went on down to kiss his way across my belly, and I thought, 'no way!' and then, 'oh, my god, he IS going to kiss me there,' and then, just, 'OH MY GOD!'
"I came as hard from his mouth ON me as I had the day before, from his dick IN me. I didn't even know this kind of thing was possible, although I'd wondered about it.
"After my gasping cries and shaking body had calmed down, he held me to him, and I felt, for the first time, the incredible feeling of nestling my breasts around a man who has fully satisfied my body.
"As I did, though, I realized that his trunks were tenting up, and he was probably not comfortable. I pulled them down, and I could hear his breath quicken, but he didn't say anything.
"I said, 'is there anything I can do for you, like that?'
"He said, 'you mean, using your mouth?' I nodded, and he said, 'sure. It's called giving head, and it means sucking on him, until I come in your mouth.'
"I thought about that. 'Do I have to swallow?'
"'No, you don't, although guys really like it if you do.'
"I said, 'They do?' and he replied, 'oh, yeah,'
"'Then that's what I'll do,' I said, and took him in my mouth.
"I actually did not have trouble fitting my mouth around him. He had to coach me, about keeping my teeth off him, and about how to use my tongue, and how to suck, and how to tell when he was getting ready to come. I asked him what it tasted like, and he said it was like a salty custard, and some women didn't like it, but others did.
"It took me a bit of practice, but I finally got to where I could suck hard on him, and he was groaning, and finally, he said, here I come, and it was getting bigger in my mouth, and harder, and then it was pulsing, and shooting all this stuff back down my throat. I couldn't have avoided swallowing if I had wanted to.
"Eventually, though, he slowed down, and softened, and I kept on sucking, until he was entirely soft, then I let him go, and kissed him. It was only then that I really got my first taste of cum, but I had already made up my mind that I was going to love it, so it's no surprise that I did.
"When I put my head back on his chest, he kissed the top of my head, and said that was wonderful.
"For the rest of that week, we tried something new every day. He never put it in my ass, but we did just about everything else. By Wednesday, I could take him in my pussy again, although I was still sore, and he used a rubber. By Thursday, I wasn't sore at all, and was insatiable.
"Friday, he took me from behind for the first time, and that was the best of all, because of the way it felt, when he slammed into my bottom, his huge balls smacking into my little clit. His hands felt like iron on my hips, and I felt helpless, captive to his love. I was surprised that I wanted it that way -- I wanted to be helpless in his hands, and I came harder then, than at any other time all week.
"That was our last chance together," Karen sighed. "My family left the next day, and Uncle Jim died of a heart attack before the next summer. I still miss him, but I'm glad he had a chance to teach me all that stuff. In all the years since, I've never had a lover who even came close to him."
As Karen finished her story, Sylvia felt herself sigh. "That's what I want, in a lover," she said, "someone like Uncle Jim." She did not even know she was stroking herself, as she said it. She hadn't come while Karen was telling her story, but she had felt a really warm glow all the way through it.
"Yeah, me, too. Lingerie break!" said Sandy, and the girls all got up, and hit the bathroom, getting on even racier lingerie. Sylvia stayed with the babydoll, but was covering nothing, anyway.
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