AUTHOR = Amy Lynn Rogers
E-MAIL = titation22156@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2003 EDITOR's NOTE - Originally posted on 10/26/01 and revised on 6/22/03. |
Dear Betty,
Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe I'm just a slut. Lately, I've become absolutely obsessed with giving blowjobs and having impromptu sex. I especially love to fuck men that are strangers to me, but are well known by my friends. The thought of being together with someone like that and having on the spot sex gives me the chills. My panties get so soaked with my juices, I have to change them or walk around showing wet spots.
Last week, the day after my nineteenth birthday, my stepmother's brother, Uncle Max, came to visit us from Lansing, Michigan. As soon as we met, he looked right at me as if he had never seen a woman before. His eyes looked as though they were ready to pop out of his head.
Over all, he was a reasonably handsome man about thirty-five years old. His height was about five foot ten inches tall, and his thinning hair was light brown. Max's weight looked right for his height, and his blue green eyes radiated total lust. Right away, my eyes fell on his crotch. I saw his magnificent bulge begin to grow more each second. Chills came over me as he sensed my delight.
He smiled ear to ear and said, "I'm glad to meet you again, Amy. I'm looking forward to getting all over you... again." He made his words sound as if he had accidentally slurred his speech.
It took me a second or two, but I finally got what he meant.
My heart pounded. A drop of hot juice rolled down my left leg, and Max's eyes lit up when he saw that same drop. By then, I was sure that he realized that I wore no panties. He instantly gasped for air. Although my stepmother stood next to us during the introductions, she saw and heard nothing that was unusual. Well, at least I didn't think she did.
The door of opportunity flew wide open. "Listen, you two," she said, "I've got to go to the store to buy something for dinner. After that, I'll pick up Alan from his soccer practice." Alan was my younger brother by three years. "In the meantime, Amy, why don't you show Max around the house and garden?"
"I'd like that, Amy," Max said. His grin never left his face as he delivered his second little zinger. "I'd love to see you show it all off."
And, I... I was on fire! Three more drops of juice ran down my left leg. Immediately, two more drops ran down my right leg. The bulge in his crotch stood tall. I fancied the idea of his dick being so hard and long that he could have used it for a third leg.
My stepmother got into her car, that was parked in the driveway about thirty feet from us, and slammed the door shut. Uncle Max and I smiled at each other with eager anticipation. Before starting the engine, she leaned over to her right and rolled down the right front passenger window.
"Max brought his swimming trunks," she called out. "Why don't the two of you go for a swim... you know, Amy... after showing Max around."
She turned over the engine, backed out of the driveway, and bolted down the street. After she was out of sight, I turned back to Max and his mischievous grin. Of course, my smile was just as big.
Hoping for another great comeback I asked, "Twat would you like to see first, Uncle Max?"
"Please, Amy... call me Max. The 'Uncle' makes me feel old. Besides, we're not blood related."
"It's respect, Max. You should feel perverted... uh... I mean privileged," I said.
"What? I should feel perverted?"
"Just kidding, Max."
"You're right. I am perverted," Max said. "Not only that... I like it."
"I think we'll get it on... I mean, get along just fine," I said. I purposely stammered, but continued to smile.
Uncle Max pretended to be shocked.
"To hell with the tour. Let's go for a swim before Mom gets back," I suggested.
"Sounds great," he agreed.
We walked into the front door of the house, and many more streamers ran down both legs. My heart pounded, and my body felt like it was about to explode. That was the first time I'd been that hot.
Immediately, I escorted him to his bedroom. "This is your room," I said. Pointing to the half open door at the back of the room, I added, "And there... behind that door, is your bathroom."
"That'll work... thank you. Oh, one more thing."
I stood in front of him waiting as if something fantastic was about to happen. The suspense was killing me.
"Could you get me a glass of water?" he asked.
"...Uh, what?" What a let down. What a shock.
"Water... would you get me a glass of water, please?"
"Yeah, sure... right back," I answered.
How disappointing. I was so certain he was going to make his move right then. As it turned out, I'm glad I didn't give up on him, because Max's next move was a complete surprise.
The door to Max's bathroom was hinged to push in and to open from left to right. When I reentered his bedroom, the bathroom door was gapped by about two and a half feet, and revealed Max's left side. He stood stark naked in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, which he had stood upright on the floor and leaned against the bathroom sink. From my line of sight, the mirror completely revealed the frontal reflection of his manly glory. He used both hands to cover and rub his face with a washcloth and, as long as he continued to rub his face, he couldn't see me.
He had an average looking physique, no tattoos, and no suntan. But to me, he looked just fine. His best feature, of course, he had a dick that hung three quarters hard and, as he scrubbed his face, his pecker swung back and forth in rhythm to his motions. If I didn't get relief soon, I was going to explode. My body began to ache as it trembled. The insides of my thighs were covered with pussy juice, and the rest of me was covered with goose bumps.
Then it hit me.
"Wait a minute," I thought. "He had deliberately removed the full length mirror from the back of the bathroom door, leaned it against the bathroom sink, and then left the bathroom door open. I was watching the premiere of the Uncle Max Swinging Dick Show."
I couldn't take my eyes away from him. He finished washing his face and casually looked into the mirror. In an instant, he turned towards me enough to have seen me, but he acted exactly the opposite. Instead of acknowledging me, he instantly turned back to face the mirror.
"But, he must have seen me," I reasoned. "How could he not have seen me?"
It was then that I reached my ultimate limit. Without further concerns of my stepmother coming home early or of a neighbor dropping by unannounced, I ripped off my clothes.
I pushed the bathroom door to full open, walked in, closed the door behind me, and then looked Max straight in the eye. Not only was I naked, but my pussy was hairless from shaving it last night. The look on his face was priceless. As the saying goes, he checked me out, "up one side and down the other."
"Dressed for success, are we?" he asked.
"Yeah, ...custom made. I hope you like it?"
"We have matching outfits. Of course, I like it."
"I'm sure these outfits will make a lasting impression out on the dance floor."
While talking to him, my right hand gently surrounded his dong. Max's eyes slowly closed as he drew a deep breath. After about two seconds, he opened his eyes about halfway.
"Mmmm... what brought this on?' he asked. "Your mother said you were a such a good girl."
"I'm not good, Max... I'm great!"
I began stroking his pecker up and down, again and again.
"...And, what brought this on, you asked?" I said. "I want this as a hard on." I paused for a second or two. "Besides Max, something like this needs to be tested."
"Tested?"
"Yeah, you know, taste tested. We need to make sure it's not poison."
"You and I think a lot alike."
"Yeah, but you can't bend over that far," I said, laughing through my words. "I got you on that one."
He smiled from ear to ear and said, "That's all right. We've got lots of time."
"I think we need to get busy. I don't want to be interrupted in the middle of a test."
"I'll bet this test will make you a straight A student."
"Nope." I had to have the last word. "This test will maintain my straight A status."
I bent over at my waist, flicked his dick head with my tongue. All around the head and upper shaft, I licked his dick like a lollipop, and then slowly dragged my upper and lower lips over the head. I imagined I was eating a cock flavored ice cream cone. Max gasped in pleasure with each new move. Flick, lick, suck and stroke, I never knew that in-laws tasted so good. I caressed his dick gently on its underside with my tongue -- just behind the head.
After a few minutes, my back muscles felt strained. I stood up, held his dong in my hand, turned both of us one hundred eighty degrees, and sat down on the closed toilet seat, which was directly behind me. I placed my hands one on each butt cheek and resumed my oral extravaganza.
The licking, sucking and stroking went on and on. The repeated motions -- pull him in, push him back, pull him in, push him back -- caused his rod to continually slip back and forth in my mouth -- a true face-fuck to behold. With every motion, I slid my tongue back and forth, gently caressing the little clump of foreskin directly under and behind his pecker head.
Being careful not to scratch his dick with my teeth, I gave it just enough suction to maintain a firm contact. My tongue slipped back and forth, again and again. He moaned gently, as his head and shoulders swayed slowly left then right.
Sucking, licking, and stroking, it seemed endless. He gasped for air, and held his breath as his cock swelled for one last time. His first blast of cum shot to the rear of my mouth. It was strong, and felt like it could have blasted through the back of my head. Lieutenant Colombo would have had no trouble figuring out how this girl died.
Immediately, he fired his second and third cum blasts. His powerful squirts suddenly turned into a constant hot flow that filled my mouth to overflowing. He came more and more, and I swallowed more and more, but my efforts were futile. There was no way for me to stop his burning jizz from running down both sides of my mouth and onto the bathroom floor. Finally, it was over.
"Ahhh... yeah... oooo, fuck me Agnes," he said. Max's loud voice filled the house.
For a second or two, it looked like he was going to faint and lose his balance, but he managed to stop himself from falling by catching and bracing himself against the wall behind me. I leaned against the back of the toilet to prevent his stomach from hitting me in the face.
"Yo... baby," he went on, "they didn't teach you that in college, did they?"
"Fuck no," I answered laughing at the same time, "I learned it in the Girl Scouts."
He stood up straight again. His cock had lost very little posture.
"I'll bet there were a lot of guys that got their cookies off on you."
"I made the Scout Leaders List five years in a row."
To get the laugh I added. "...And I was a Girl Scout for only three years."
"Oh really, what made you quit the Girl Scouts?" he asked.
"I started the Eleventh Grade."
My orgasm was yet to be fulfilled, and my good ol' Uncle Max was not about to leave me unsatisfied. He got on his knees, and used his hands to prop up both of my knees to my shoulder height. He placed his head between my legs, rested my thighs against his shoulders, and buried his face in my snatch.
"Ohhh... yeah, yeah, yeah. Have the main course. Eat me alive," I said. Ecstasy, oh my yes.
Max soon proved himself as the Lick Fest Master of the new Millennium. He formed his tongue to a point and repeatedly licked the left side and then the right side of my clit. Imitating a tiny fist hitting against a tiny punching bag, he used the tip of his tongue to make my love button flutter with joy.
As he ran it from my pussy hole to the exposed tip of my clit, he held his tongue at a point and wiggled it from side to side. I gasped for breath the instant he touched home. The orgasmic pressure in me rose faster than it had at any other time. He wiggled my clit back and forth; slowly at first, and then he picked up speed. My body trembled like it was going into a fuck seizure.
My eyes rolled up into their sockets, and my head turned left and right in rapid movements. I couldn't breathe and every muscle in my body tensed beyond control. It was a definite struggle to remain conscious. At last, I exploded. I yelled in a loud voice that filled the house, "Ahh, shit. That's it, that's it... ohh... fuck yeah."
At last, my chest muscles let me inhale and exhale. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," I said. "You're just how I like 'em, Max -- an eight inch tongue and you can breathe through your ears."
Max made no comment. He just continued his majestic artistry. He placed the tip of his tongue over my fuck hole and then plunged deep inside. I gasped from the shock.
I couldn't seem to get enough; I knew it was only minutes before another giant cum. He wiggled his tongue in and out, side to side, and in little circular motions. Then he repeated his steps from the beginning.
Within a few more repetitions, the tension in my body became almost unbearable. He curved the tip of his tongue slightly forward and, like a plow, he repeatedly drove his tongue from the entrance of my twat to the head of my clit. At the end of each pass, he stopped and flicked my love button. Each time, he brought me to a higher level of excitement. Each time, I thought I was going to scream.
Again, Max completely covered my clit with his mouth and tongue and, very gently, he began to suck on me. He used the same sliding tongue action on my clit that I used on his dick. He occasionally altered the back and forth motions by wiggling the tip of his tongue.
The oncoming orgasm rose to such an intensity, I thought I was going to crush Max's skull between my legs. When I came a second time, I actually passed out for a fleeting moment. I had reached a peak from which I felt I would never return.
My twat gushed.
Never before, had I experienced a cum so intense. As I climaxed to near insanity, I practically ripped Max's ears from his head. The thrill of fucking my stepmother's brother, coupled with the chance of being caught, created a fuck fantasy beyond belief. And that fantasy added an extra bite to an already incredible cum. Max's genius as a Lick Fest Wizard was absolute.
It ended. I could breathe again, or so I thought. I opened my eyes to see Max standing in front of me with his dick still as hard as a baseball bat.
He looked down at me and said, "Hey, let's play hide the weenie."
"More?" As if I didn't know.
"Fuckin' A Jack. It's been a long while since...."
"Well... okay," I said.
His pecker slid into my pussy hole smooth and easy, like an ice pick passing through Grape Jelly. To my surprise and delight, I started gasping with excitement. A new orgasmic detonation was on the way.
"We're both lucky, you know," I said, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. "If I were the screamer type we'd have the Fire Department here by now."
"Fine with me, as long as they know they can't join in."
"...Not without taking a number, anyway," I answered.
The man was awesome. Each thrust was totally captivating. I felt every bump on his rod as it slid in and out, again and again. The tingling returned, and it grew more and more intense -- more and more exhilarating. Within a few short minutes, I came a third time.
"Oooh... hoo... yeah... definitely the kind," I yelled. My voice was loud and uncontrolled, but I didn't care.
Max held his eyes closed; his breathing became more like huffing and puffing. His thrusts became faster and faster -- harder and harder. For a forth time, the urge to cum completely took over my body. I held my breath and gripped the man with a crushing Bear Hug. My legs gripped Max's body like a Boa Constrictor. He gasped for his second wind as he got ready to cum, and his grip became just as strong as mine.
We got off together -- big time. It was hell trying not to scream. Our bodies shook so much that I almost fell off the toilet seat.
Max belted out the words between breaths, "Whew... shit. Fuck me dead." He was a man of unique expressions.
The man filled the inside of my snatch with hot wad. Some of it dripped out of my cunt and rolled down over my asshole. For a man on his second cum, he sure had a lot left over.
Barely able to move, my feet touched the floor, and it was a struggle for me to sit up.
"Now, that was something worth writing home about," Max said with his limp wet dick nearly poking me in the face.
"Oh, yeah," I agreed, smiling from ear to ear. "Next time, let's take pictures."
"We can use them for Christmas Cards," Max added.
Then, it hit me. "Oh shit! My mother."
All of a sudden it did matter if we were caught. I ran into Max's bedroom, grabbed my clothes, and ran into my own bedroom. Lucky for me, my two piece bathing suit lay on my bed. I put on my bathing suit much faster than it took for me to take off my clothes.
About five minutes later, Max and I dove into the swimming pool. Before I could get used to the cold water, my stepmother appeared from inside the house. Alan, still in his soccer uniform, followed close behind her.
"Hey you two, we're home. Everything fine?"
"Great Ma, great," I answered.
"Max, will barbecued spare ribs be good enough for dinner?"
"Fabulous, Peggy, fabulous."
My stepmother looked at me and asked, "Amy, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, sure Ma. Why do you ask?"
"Well... ah... before stepping outside, I looked in Max's bathroom to see if it needed to be cleaned. There was some kind of mess on the floor. It looked like someone had spilled drops of hand lotion, or something."
Well, that's it Betty. What do you think? Am I crazy, or am I just a slut?
Signed,
Amy
ANSWER:
Dear Amy,
Based on what you wrote... You're a slut.
THE END
