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Friend's Daughter is Such a Tease

By billy69boy

Part One

My best friend Joe inherited his parents' shore house after they passed away. He has been living there permanently ever since his divorce several years ago. It is a quaint little bungalow, with an open layout and three small bedrooms. My wife Barbara was away with her girlfriends up in the mountains for two weeks, so I thought I'd spend a few days at Joe's helping him out with various projects. Joe has a disability which prevents him from doing much in the way of physical labor. He is a CPA and has amassed quite a few business accounts in the area, which keep him busier than he'd like at times. He refers to himself as "semi-retired", but in truth he works more hours than most full time workers.

He called me and read off his list of things for me to do (which he laughingly referred to as his "You-Do" list), so I could bring the necessary tools and materials that I would need. I loaded up my van the day before so I could get off to an early start in the morning. As I trekked down south on the two hour journey, I thought about how long it had been since we spent any amount of time together, and I was looking forward to catching up with him.

When I arrived, it was just mid-morning and I noticed Joe's car was gone, so I figured he'd already left for work. I was surprised that his front door was unlocked, although he did know I would be there at some point that day. As I brought my suitcase in, I heard the toilet flush. I was a bit shocked, having expected that I was the only one in the house. Shortly, the bathroom door opened, and out walked Charlene, Joe's daughter.

"Good morning, Uncle Billy!" she greeted me cheerily and gave me a hug. "Daddy told me you were coming for a visit!"

"Hi Charlene, it's so nice to see you. I didn't know you were down here," I replied. I wasn't really her uncle officially, but she always referred to Barb and me as her aunt and uncle.

She laughed: "Oh, Uncle Billy, you're about the last person in the world that still calls me that. Most people just call me Charlie, or even Chuckie!" she said.

"Well, I really like your name. Do you mind if I keep calling you Charlene?"

"Oh no, it's okay, really. It's kind of…sweet," she hesitated, looking for the right word to use.

"Anyway, I'm down for the whole summer. I'm hoping to get some babysitting jobs while I'm here," she explained, "but for right now, I'm just being lazy and hanging out."

"That sounds good!" I smiled enthusiastically, "I haven't seen you in ages. You sure are growing up fast! How's your mom doing these days?"

"She's good. I guess you heard she got remarried," Charlene announced.

"Yeah, your dad told me. Well, I'm going to get started. I've got quite a list of things to do, so times a-wastin', as they say."

As I unloaded my van, I thought about this young girl and realized how beautiful she was becoming as she blossomed like a rare orchid. Her long brown hair flowed easily over her shoulders and framed her face, making her bright green eyes almost glow. She obviously wasn't done filling out her shape, but she did have long slender legs, and her butt was perky and tight. Her mom had entered her in the youth beauty pageant circuit when Charlene was quite young. It was the same organization that Jon Benet was in, bless her poor heart. I guess Charlene gained some self-esteem from competing, but to be honest, seeing such young girls wearing all that makeup and suggestive outfits was kind of unsettling to me. Looking at her now, I could picture her still doing the pageant scene if she had wanted to continue. She was a stunner.

I frowned as I remembered the last time we were together at her father's house. It was some years back, although I couldn't remember exactly how long ago. Barb and I had come down to spend the weekend, and after dinner was over, we teamed up to take care of the dishes. Joe sat down in his recliner and turned on the TV, and we saw Charlene climb up and sit on his lap. We thought nothing of it at first, but she was obviously trying to annoy her dad. She wiggled and squirmed on his lap, and put her arm around his neck. Joe sat totally still, his face expressionless. She kept it up, giggling. Finally, she turned her face toward us and with a clear sparkle in her eyes, she said: "I love making daddy hot!"

Barb and I looked at each other. Neither one of us could believe what we had just heard. We both waited for Joe to respond. To redirect her. To scold her or tell her to knock it off. But he maintained his silence, acting like she wasn't there at all.

We kept silent too. It wasn't our place to discipline her. She was Joe's daughter, after all, not ours. In truth, we really didn't know what he was thinking, but we chose not to get involved. The next night, she sat on his lap again, although she was less flirty than the first night. We left the next day, and the matter never came up again. But I wondered every once in a while what went on when Joe and his precocious daughter were alone.

I perused my list and decided to tackle cleaning out the leaves in his rain gutters first. Start off with an easy task first thing, I reasoned. I raised the ladder in the back of the house first, as there was still some shade back there, although it was fast disappearing. It was going to be a scorcher by the afternoon. Sweat was already pouring out of me, and I hadn't even started working yet.

A few minutes had passed when I heard the sound of running water. It was the outside shower at the back of the house. I remembered how nice it was to use: the shower area was huge, and there was an adjoining changing room that was equally as large. But the most pleasant part was the fact that there was no roof on it. You could shower and look up into the sky all at once. Of course, if someone were to be up on a ladder, that person could also look down into the shower. I wondered if that certain someone showering decided to take her shower at the exact same time that I was up on the ladder. It's not like she was unaware of my presence. Well, I reasoned, if she was going to show off her teenage body, I was damn sure going to look.

And look I did: as she washed her hair, I could clearly see her proud, but not quite fully developed breasts rise up and down. After she finished shampooing, and applying some cream rinse, she began to wash her body using one of those loofah sponges. Her dark tanned skin was slick from the body wash, as she applied it all over her lithe young body. I climbed down my ladder and emptied my bucketful of debris in the trash can, moved the ladder down a few feet, and climbed back up. I was none too quiet about it either. I wanted to give Charlene fair warning that I was getting closer to her. She didn't acknowledge my presence at all. But, now that I was closer to her, I noticed that she didn't appear to show any tan lines. Even her tight round bottom was as tan as her legs…which meant…

I'll admit that the thought of her sunbathing au natural was getting me aroused. I could feel it in my crotch as I continued to work on the gutters. I noticed that she had abandoned her body sponge, and was bent over at the waist, her head facing downward. All I could see was her bare back, but I did notice that she seemed to have filled one hand with shaving cream. It was pretty obvious that she was shaving her pubic area, and then she worked her way down each of her legs.

As if the scene before me, or rather below me, couldn't get any hotter, the next time I looked down, I thought I saw a flash of white. She was holding something else in her hand, and I thought I could hear a soft humming sound. Sure enough, she was holding a plastic white vibrator. I watched as she gripped it with both hands and stood with her legs spread open. She threw her head back, eyes closed, and her face pointing up towards the sun. Damn, I had to stop working for a minute and hold onto the ladder tightly, so I wouldn't fall off. I was mesmerized by the site of her pleasuring herself shamelessly, and I couldn't take my eyes off her for several minutes.

I saw her rise up and down on her toes several times while she penetrated her young body again and again with her vibrator. She held onto it with one hand while she rubbed and squeezed her budding breasts with her other hand. Finally, her head turned side to side rapidly, her mouth agape, as her entire body shuddered in ecstasy, as she completed her solo journey to Nirvana.

I was exhausted just watching her, but my own lust was enough to keep my cock at full attention. Besides witnessing such an intimate expression of sexual abandon, I had two questions in my head that would eventually require further investigation: Did she really not notice me up on the ladder? She never acknowledged my presence for even a second. And my other question was: Where did such a young girl come into possession of a vibrator?

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Part 2


I moved my ladder around to the front of my friend Joe's house just in time to have the shade working in my favor. I busied myself with the task of finishing cleaning out his rain gutters. I will admit that my mind was still on the show I just enjoyed around back, whether or not it was intentional. I was lost in my own thoughts, and when I walked around the house to get an empty trash can, I was startled back to reality:

"Oh! Uncle Billy, Uncle Billy?" I looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Charlene lying prone on a chaise lounge, leaning up and holding her electric blue bikini bra against her chest with one arm.

"Would you help me?" she implored innocently enough. I walked toward her and saw that she was holding up a bottle of sunscreen. "Would you rub some of this on my back? I can't reach," she explained, a sweet look of helplessness on her face. Again, I couldn't figure out if her request was born of young naiveté, or if I was being duped by this sly teen. Regardless, I reluctantly took the bottle from her hand. I already knew that her bra had been unhooked beforehand, and she had no qualms about presenting her bare back to my touch.

I squirted a generous amount of sunscreen onto her back, and began to rub it in. Her tender skin was smooth and pliable and without blemish. It had been so long since I had touched such beautiful young skin. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't stop myself. I said nothing as I swirled my hand around her shoulders and worked my way down to the small of her back. Charlene seemed to be quite relaxed, and she laid her head on top of her folded arms. I don't know what it is about girls who shed their tops and display their naked backs in public for all to see, but it is still something that gets me and every other red blooded male excited to see. And here I was, being asked to apply sunscreen to a sweet young person's back, in the middle of a secluded yard on a hot summer's day. Life is good, I thought. But I wasn't quite aware of just how good life could be.

As I did my best to make sure that my charge had the proper coverage of sunscreen, she reached down to her bikini bottom without looking, and undid the two side strings that held the piece intact. She didn't just brazenly drop the whole bit of material down past her bottom, but she did show just the top of her bottom, if that makes any sense. It was just enough of her skin showing that caused my erection to stand at full attention once again. And, once again, I had to try to determine if she was acting innocently, or if she was playing me like a Stradivarius. For the moment, I didn't care which. She had given me tacit approval to rub some more of the lotion a little closer to all of our desired destinations, and I was eager to oblige. When I had reached the point of questionable decency, I stood up abruptly, and announced that I had to be getting back to work. With a grown of disappointment, Charlene acquiesced and thanked me for my help. I took the trash can and limped away, impeded by the stiff rod riding awkwardly in my pants.

That evening, I was just heading out to the outside shower when Joe pulled in. I couldn't wait to get rid of all the sweat and grime my body had accumulated during the day. Joe assured me that he and Charlene would get right on making dinner, and he thanked me for doing the work I had done for him.

As I took my time showering, I could smell the burgers cooking on the grill. I fantasized how it would be if Charlene was up above me on a ladder, looking down and watching me masturbate. I had to admit, it probably wouldn't have been quite as exciting as what had occurred earlier in the day. I thought about that little vixen pleasuring herself with her vibrator in the shower, and yet I still couldn't decide if she was that innocent, or just that much of an accomplished tease.

When I walked back into the house, the table was set and dinner was served. I didn't realize how much of an appetite I had worked up, until I realized I hadn't eaten all day. I scarfed down a couple of burgers and various accompanying side dishes until I was bloated and sated. The cold beers didn't hurt either.

When I looked up from my plate, I was astonished to see the TV on, Joe in his chair, and his daughter sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Talk about a flashback! I was taken aback completely. It was unseemly enough back in the day, but now it just seemed completely creepy. I was so shocked; I was worried about keeping my meal down. I popped up and cleared the table, and began to wash the dishes in silence. The two of them seemed oblivious to anything other than their own reverie, if that's what it was. All of a sudden, I felt like an intruder. I shouldn't be watching this, I thought to myself.

As I dried the last dish, I saw Joe excuse himself, and make his way to the shower inside the bathroom. When the door closed behind him, I motioned Charlene over, and I whispered that I'd like for her to come see me in my room after her dad retired for the night. She nodded enthusiastically. I wasn't sure if she had any idea why I wanted to talk to her in private. But time would tell.

When Joe emerged, all clean and refreshed, he told us that he was tired, and he would be going to his room. Charlene and I nodded and wished him a good night. She then stood up and announced that she had to rinse all that sunscreen off, and she headed for the shower. I took it as my clue to retire to my room also. (Charlene's and my room were next to each other on one side of the house, while Joe's was on the other side.)

I lay on top of my bed covers, listening to the shower and picturing Charlene under the spray, feeling up her tight body, and probably pleasuring herself again, while she was at it. My erection reemerged, but I tried to ignore it. I was determined to have a serious talk with this young lady, and I didn't want any distractions.

After the shower turned off, I was surprised at how much time had elapsed before the bathroom door finally opened and the light was turned off. The quiet tapping at my door erased all my previous concerns. I jumped up and opened it. And then I understood: Charlene stepped confidently into my room, and I closed the door behind her.

She was dressed in a partially opened thin white summer robe, barely concealing a delicate pink negligee and what looked to be matching lace panties. Her hair had been blow dried and brushed out, and her smiling face was radiant. Immediately, I was alarmed that I may have sent her the wrong message. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I meant to say what was on my mind.

I spun her around gingerly, and sat her down on the side of my bed, while I took a seat at the desk. Sensing a vibe that she didn't quite understand, she crossed her legs and pulled her robe around her body. Her arms were crossed in a defensive position.

"Charlene, I asked you to come in here tonight because I wanted to ask you a few questions," I started out, being intentionally vague. She nodded silently.

"I couldn't help but notice that you still sit on your dad's lap." Again she nodded in acknowledgement.

"I'm concerned about, er… it's just that…well; don't you think you might be a little too old for that sort of thing now?" I asked.

She cocked her head and looked at me like she had no idea what I was implying. Again, she was a master of duplicity.

I just wonder if you have any idea what that does to your dad?" It was obvious that she put me on the defensive. She was winning this discussion and she hadn't said a word yet.

Again, she gave me that look of ignorance as to the direction of my questions. But at least she finally did reply:

"Daddy has never told me to stop," she reasoned.

"Well, perhaps by now maybe he should have said something," I replied.

"What do you mean, Uncle Billy?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Okay, honey, let me put it this way: what is the first thing he does whenever he asks you to get up?"

She looked at me, not having a clue what I was getting at.

"Doesn't he go right in and take a shower?" I blurted out in frustration. She nodded her agreement.

"And what do you think he does in there, besides get clean?" Another blank look from her…and finally:

"Oh! You mean that he…uh, you know, satisfies himself?" It was apparently a revelation to her.

"Exactly!" I blurted out in exasperation. "Charlene, all these years, and you never knew the effect you were having on him? You've been sitting on his lap since you were a baby. Don't you remember a few years back when we were visiting, and you told us how you 'loved to get your daddy hot'?" I finally got it out. She stared ahead blankly.

"No…no, I don't remember that!" she exclaimed, frowning.

"You've been turning him on all these years, sweetheart," I explained as gently as I could.

"He…he never said anything to me," Charlene explained, "I had no idea!"

"Charlene, tell me something. And please be honest: have you and your dad ever done anything…sexual with each other?" I asked, hesitantly, and with great gravity.

"What? Me and daddy? Ewww, NO! GROSS!" she shot back. "Oh, that's disgusting, no! Me and daddy? Yuck! That would be so wrong! No Never!" she assured me. She stood up and began to pace the small room in dismay.

"Ok, ok, you've convinced me. But you must know how attractive you are, and how you're growing up to be so…beautiful. You have to learn to be aware of how you affect people," I explained gently. She calmed down some, silently nodding, but deep in thought.

"Now, while I'm asking some rather personal questions, may I ask you a few more?" She nodded her assent, even as she still seemed lost in her thoughts. "Are you still a virgin?" I asked. I figured, while I had opened this can of worms, I might as well try to find out more.

"Yes! Er…no. Well, not exactly. Uh, I guess it all depends," she said cryptically.

"Depends on what?"

"Well, on your definition of the word 'virginity'," she explained, baiting me. "If you're asking me if I've ever been fucked in my pussy by a real cock, then, the answer is no, I haven't." She sat down on the bed, bouncing in defiance.

Her blunt words cascaded over me, and my penis tingled, along with my naughty mind. I hoped that she would continue to answer my intimate questions. She sure had my full attention.

"Are you okay with my questions?" I asked her directly.

"Of course, Uncle Billy, I've always felt comfortable around you."

"Okay then, why are you saying you 'may be a virgin', then?" I asked, trying to gain some clarity.

"Well, just that I've had some, er, experiences, but I have never gone all the way like that."

"Would you like to explain?" I asked.

"Well, okay, fine," she let out a long sigh of resignation. "When I was younger, I had trouble nodding off sometimes, and my mom would give me back rubs to help me relax. But, when she started working the night shift, she gave that job to Ron."

"And who might this Ron be?" I asked her.

"My step-father," she replied in exasperation.

"Oh, right, sorry," I responded quickly, "go on."

"At first, he would do the same thing as mommy, rubbing my back over top of my pajamas. But after we started to be more comfortable with each other, he told me it would feel better if I lifted my shirt up so he could rub my bare back. I wasn't nervous. And he was right, it did feel better that way," she smiled up at me impishly.

I was beginning to see where this was going: good old Ron was playing it smooth as silk, biding his time. Neither one of them was going anywhere soon, so what was the hurry?

"Things went on the same way for a long time. And on weekends, when mommy was off from work, she began to rub my bare back too. But, after a while longer, Ron started running his fingers under the elastic of my pajama bottoms too. It felt a little naughty, but I didn't say anything."

I could feel the blood rushing up to my head, as I was getting more and more turned on by her narrative. I wanted to go after this Ron guy and punch him out, but I also wanted her to slow down and give me all the juicy details too. It was fair to wonder who was the bigger pervert, Ron or me.

"Go on, sweetheart."

"Well, it was summertime by then, and all I had was a fan in my window, so Ron suggested I take off my pj's altogether, and I would feel cooler in just my panties. Plus, that way, he could rub my legs too. It made perfect sense to me, so I took them off. I'm not gonna lie, it felt kind of exciting lying there in front of Ron in just my panties, but he didn't seem like it was a big deal.

"So, now he was rubbing my back, sliding his hands down the sides of my hips, and rubbing my legs too. It felt great. I tried to stay as still as I could, but his massaging really got me excited. I noticed he kept avoiding rubbing my bottom on the way down, and I asked him why. He just mumbled something about taking things slow, and he went about his business."

"Did you notice anything about his…ah…bulge?" I asked, aware that I was shamelessly 'leading the witness'.

"You mean the bulge in his shorts?" she laughed and blushed a little, "At first I didn't know what it was. It took me a little while before I figured it out."

"What did you think about it when you figured out what it was?" I asked.

"I loved it!" she giggled, and then caught herself: "Oh, you mean like, why did I think it got big? Well, to be honest, I didn't understand until later."

"Later?" I asked.

"Well, after a few times, I was frustrated that he kept avoiding my bottom when he massaged me. It was like there was something wrong with it or something. So, one night I suggested that I was sure it would help me relax if only he would rub my butt when his hands came down that way. Ron laughed a funny kind of laugh after I said it, but he said he would do it if that's what I wanted, and I agreed eagerly.

"His big strong hands felt so good as he gently ran them over my round bottom and then down my legs. As he got more relaxed, he would sometimes run his hands down the sides of my hips, and his fingertips would slip through either side of the elastic on my panties. It tickled at first, and made me giggle. He immediately pulled back and asked me if I was okay, like he was really paranoid or something. I told him I was just fine, and called him 'silly'. This seemed to relax him again, and he got back to his routine.

"After that, he seemed more at ease rubbing me, and on one of his times of rubbing my bottom, he hesitated a little, and kind of gently spread my cheeks apart before heading down my legs. I thought it was a little weird at first, but I did have to admit that the cool air that rushed into my crack felt good when he did it.

"One night was kind of odd: it was a weekend night, I remember, because mommy was home. But instead of her rubbing my back, Ron showed up instead. He told me that mommy had a headache and needed to lie down, and that she sent him to take her place. I was fine with that, as Ron and I had a pretty good bond by then. I lie there wearing just my panties as usual, and Ron took his place on the side of the bed. He began his ritual, and I could feel myself relaxing already after just a few runs up and down my body.

"When his hands spread my ass cheeks open a little, I must have squirmed some after I felt the cool air between them. This must have made him brave or something, because the next time down, he slipped both his hands past the sides of my panties and laid them on my bare butt, rubbing and squeezing my cheeks. I gasped in surprise, and he pulled them out right away. 'No! No! It's okay. I was just…er…surprised, that's all,' I said, trying to reassure him.

"Well, I guess that's all the help he needed from me, because the next time down, he stopped completely at my butt and lightly traced the crack of my ass up and down over top of my panties several times. I froze for fear of having him pull away again. It felt so good, and I didn't want to discourage him. I must have opened my legs a little, even if it wasn't on purpose, and the next thing I knew, he traced the line right down and across the line of my pussy too. I groaned out loud. I couldn't help it! And my legs spread themselves open even more, making him run his finger up and down my crotch harder and faster. By now, I was writhing all over the bed, moaning a lot, and he finally put his other hand over my mouth and shushed me, so I wouldn't wake up my mom. I kept quiet, so he would keep doing it to me. I was beside myself when his finger finally slipped into my panties and he ran his bare finger over my wet pussy lips.

"I remember grabbing my pillow in a death grip and burying my face into it as I felt his fingertip flicking my clit, and then penetrating me down there. I was on fire, and I bounced up on my knees and wiggled my bottom shamelessly as he stood behind me and drilled my quivering cunt with two fingers, as fast and deep as he could go, until he saw my whole body from the waist down shake and shudder, as I orgasmed for the first time with someone besides myself."

Wow, I was shaking some myself, just from hearing her description. I noticed a sparkle in her eye, as she figured she had me under her spell. So, I had to think fast and find a way of diffusing this volatile atmosphere in the room.

"So, does your mother know about all this?" I asked. I could see the life going out of her eyes, like the air leaking out of a balloon.

"Mommy? Oh no, of course not! Well, er, I don't think so, anyway. Um…I'm not really sure, actually," she stammered, as she tried to decide the correct answer.

"Would you care to explain yourself, Charlene?"

"Oh, I know, I know how it must sound to you. But it's complicated! For some reason, mommy was really nice to me the next morning. Ron had to go in to work early, and it was just mommy and me eating breakfast together. She held my hand with both of hers and asked me if I was alright with everything. I told her I was fine, and she seemed relieved. Later on that morning, she told me she had been going through some of her old things, and asked me if I wanted one of her old negligées - this pink one that I'm wearing, in fact - and I said yes. I asked her why it still had the tags on it, and she looked surprised. She hesitated a little and stuttered something about it being old, but she had never worn it before because she didn't like how it looked on her, so it was actually kind of new after all! I just nodded my head and thanked her for it. I thought it was cute how she was still trying to dress me up, just like in the old days of the beauty pageants she used to enter me in."

"So do you believe her?" I asked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's new. I'd been all through her stuff a million times, and I never saw this nightie before. I really like it, so what's the diff? Do you like it, Uncle Billy?" She grinned and blushed at the same time.

"Of course I do, Charlene, but let's get back to our conversation," I gently guided her.

"Okay, well, everything seemed to be back to normal again. Except now Ron was giving me a backrub and an orgasm every night before bed. It felt great! I couldn't wait to lie down on my bed and feel his thick fingers slide into my hot wet opening and jerk hard, back and forth inside me. He got me off in a matter of minutes.

"Then, on the next weekend my mom said she was tired and wanted to go to bed early, so would it be alright if Ron gave me my backrub. I said 'sure', and mommy suggested I wear my new negligee for him. It sounded good to me. I thought it might help Ron to think of some new things to add to our routine. And I was right."

"It looks like you were getting pretty good at this," I said, chuckling softly. Charlene's eyes got big and a guilty smile crossed her face, but she said nothing.

"Ron said he liked my nightgown and then he started his usual massage. He got to my favorite part, where he worked his fingers under my silky pink panties, and started twirling his fingertip around my clit. As I moaned, I thought I heard one of the floor boards creak in the hallway outside my room, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't spend too much time thinking about it, because our big moment was coming up soon. Or so I thought: instead, Ron whispered in my ear to roll over on my back. 'Something new', I thought, and I flipped over like he told me to do. I could hardly contain my excitement!

Ron knelt at the foot of the bed, pushed my legs up to my chest and whispered for me to hold them there. I felt his fingers grab each side of my thin pink panties, and pull them down over my ass, and up my legs to my knees. I trembled in anticipation, and I watched him lean over between my legs and put his mouth on my pussy. I couldn't help but squeal a little, and he put his hand over my mouth. He looked me in the eyes and just shook his head back and forth. I got the message. Now I just concentrated on feeling his tongue lick me all over down there, and then run it in and out of my hole. Sometimes he would lock his lips on me and just suck my juices out. I came in record time. It was the best feeling ever! But, when I looked up after we were done, I noticed that my bedroom door was open a crack, and I was sure I had shut it tight after Ron came in.

"I don't know how my door had gotten that way, but the next day, my mom was all lovey-dovey again. She asked me again if everything was okay, and I nodded my head. And then she asked me if Ron liked my negligee, and I nodded again. I though her questions were kind of strange. Later that day, mommy asked me if I found any new presents lately under my pillow. I said 'no' and she told me I should go look again to make sure. I found this white plastic thing in a fancy box with a clear lid on it. It said "massager" on the box, and there were 3 big batteries next to it. Mommy told me that it might help Ron with his massages."

"So, it seems like you may have figured some things out…" I suggested vaguely.

"Like what?" she asked, looking at me with that innocent face she was so good at conjuring up.

"Like about your mom?" I hinted.

"Like what about my mom?" She asked, changing her facial expression to: clueless. I just looked at her in frustration, and she finally woke up.

"Oh, that she probably knows what's been going on with Ron? Maybe, I guess."

I could see that this was quite enough for one night's conversation.

"Okay, thanks for such stimulating conversation, Charlene, but it's getting late now, so let's call it a night, shall we? I have a lot of work to do tomorrow for your dad."

"Oh, okay, I understand. I guess I could use my beauty rest too. Good night, Uncle Billy."

"Good night honey," I said. We stood up and hugged. Her body felt so hot in my arms. But I knew it was time to stop for tonight. She stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed me on my cheek.

"Thanks for listening, Uncle Billy," she whispered.


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Part 3


After she slipped out of my room, I couldn't get to my swollen dick fast enough. I banged one out that was incredibly strong, with a big payload to boot. I hadn't orgasmed like that since back in the old days, when I was 'young, dumb, and full of cum'. When I got up to use the bathroom, I quietly walked past Charlene's bedroom. Her light was still on, and I could easily make out the steady hum of her vibrator. No doubt, it was the same one she had used outside in the shower: the one her mom had put under her pillow.

I pondered Charlene's complicated situation in my mind: her father says nothing to admonish her for writhing around shamelessly on his lap; her stepfather is giving her regular massages that end in orgasms; and now her mother is apparently getting off on the whole idea, as well as aiding and abetting with 'gifts' that are designed to encourage her new husband to further take advantage of the girl. I began to think about hatching a plan of my own.

By the time I came out of the bathroom, Charlene's light was off, and her room was quiet. I slipped into my own bed and was out before I knew it. It was one of the most restful slumbers that I could remember. Maybe it was the salt air, or perhaps it was the sex in the air.

When I awoke, Joe was already up, eating a bowl of cereal. I joined him, and we discussed my jobs for the day. Charlene didn't get up until well after Joe had left for work. I jumped right into my chores, taking advantage of the cooler morning temperature. I started by digging up a wild tree next to the outside shower that had grown so fast, it was over ten feet tall already. I had already cut it down a few times in the past, but it kept sprouting up again as if to defy me. This time, I not only cut it down, but I dug it out by the roots to make sure it wouldn't miraculously pop back up again.

That done, I went about replacing the hinges on the saloon-type doors that led into the changing room in front of the shower. That salt air was brutal on metal, and the old hinges were rusted so badly, the doors would hardly swing anymore. As I looked up, I was startled to see Charlene wrapped in a towel and clutching a handful of red material that I assumed would be transformed into a skimpy bikini after her shower.

"Good morning, Uncle Billy!" she called out cheerily, "do you mind if I take a shower?"

"It's fine by me, sweetheart, but you can see I am fixing these doors," I pointed out.

"That's okay, I don't mind!" she called out over her shoulder. The only thing now between her and me was the flimsy shower curtain. I heard the water go on, and tried to concentrate on my work. I couldn't help but look towards the shower, and sure enough, the curtain was open about six inches. At this point, it didn't really surprise me. But I still couldn't figure out if she was being innocently absent minded, or sly like the fox she was.

I couldn't see her whole body, but she showed me regular glimpses of her long legs and her bent-over ass. I was having trouble just walking around with this stiff stick appendage pushing against my work shorts. Damn, she was hot! I couldn't stop looking at her.

All of a sudden I hear a shriek coming from her direction. The shower gets turned off abruptly; I see a bath towel swinging wildly in the air, and the shower curtain is flung back in a panic:

"Uncle Billy! Come quickly!"

I dropped my screw driver and rushed towards her.

"What's the matter, Charlene?"

Pointing at the wall, she exclaimed: "Right there! The biggest spider you've ever seen! Kill it!"

I took a few steps towards the "spider" and laughed.

"Honey, it's not a spider, it's a Daddy Long Legger. He's harmless!" I declared.

"Okay, then kill it!" she demanded, as she half-heartedly struggled to keep her slim body covered with her towel.

I picked up the scary intruder by his leg and carefully walked him outside and released him. In the process, I noticed Charlene staring at my crotch. Of course, it was my perpetual hard-on pushing its way toward the front of my shorts. I chuckled to myself, as I thought of a church I could open: "Our Lady of Perpetual Erections".

Curious what she might come up with next, I walked back into the shower area, pretending to be looking for any more intrusive "spiders". She wrapped her towel around her torso a little tighter, but she didn't stop staring at my bulge.

"Are you okay now, Charlene?"

"Er, yeah…I mean like: wow! Look at that! I mean, um…can I see it?" she inquired.

"See what?" I replied. Two could play her 'innocent' game, I reasoned.

"Your, uh…your cock, Uncle Billy!" she blurted out in exasperation.

"Whoa now, young lady, not so fast!"

"But, but, I've never seen one so hard as yours," she pleaded.

"Oh, what about Ron's? You never did tell me what happened with his cock," I reminded her.

"Oh yes, well when I tried to touch his, he slapped my hand away, and he told me it was off limits. He said it was for my mom only."

"Hmmm, I see. So you figure I'm more reasonable than Ron?" I asked her.

"Well, no…or I mean yes! Yes! We are a lot closer to each other. And you are definitely more understanding!" She seemed to be trying hard to make her point.

Seizing my opportunity, I acquiesced: "Well, okay. I guess it won't hurt for you to take a look," I said evenly, as I undid my belt and dropped my shorts. My hard cock sprang out, and her eyes got really wide. Her jaw dropped, and she reached out to touch it. I stepped back quickly and pulled my pants up. The look of shock and disappointment enveloped her face immediately.

"But…"

"You said you wanted to see it. You didn't say anything about touching it," I explained calmly.

"But, I've never touched one, Uncle Billy," she whined.

"Well, I'm not even sure I can trust you yet, Charlene. You know I could get in big trouble if someone found out," I cautioned.

"Oh, Uncle Billy, of course you can trust me! I wouldn't tell anybody, honest!"

"Hmmm, well you told me all about you and Ron…" I pointed out.

"Well, yeah…I mean, that's because I trust you!" she reasoned. I had to laugh at her logic.

"Okay, here's what we'll do: I'll let you touch it if you swear to do everything I tell you to do for as long as I'm here. Deal?"

"Okay: Deal!" she answered without hesitation, her gaze never leaving my crotch.

I had her: hook, line, and sinker. And she had no idea what I had in mind for her. I undid my shorts again, and let them drop to the floor. My cock stood proudly in front of me. Her eyes lit up. She was immediately mesmerized. She nervously reached out and wrapped her hand around it gingerly; while she clasped her towel tightly around her frame with her other hand.

"It's…it's so hard! And bigger than what I expected!" she declared. She was giddy with unbridled excitement. She got bolder, and gave it a little squeeze. Then a bigger squeeze. Soon she was gently pumping it up and down, and I was feeling my knees turn to jelly. I pried her fingers off the shaft and dropped her hand.

"Okay, that's enough of that for now," I admonished. She seemed disappointed, but she didn't protest.

"Wow, Uncle Billy, thanks! It must feel so good to have it…" her voice trailed off.

"Oh, Charlene, that's another thing: I may be a little more liberal than Ron is with his cock, but there is one thing I do agree with him about: It's not my place to take your virginity either, so you can get that thought out of your mind, do you understand?" I warned her sternly. She seemed crestfallen, and looked down at the floor dejectedly.

"Cheer up, honey, there are a lot of other things we can do that you will enjoy," I reassured her.

"So, what do you want me to do now?"

"Okay, get er…dressed, and then come out to the big shed. We are going to clean it out together," I said dryly. The look on her face was priceless. She wanted to pout and complain in the worst way, but she had agreed to do whatever I told her, so she forced herself to remain silent.

I went out to the shed and opened up the doors and windows. It was a big storage room, actually. It even housed a couple of old wooden chairs and a small table. It was presently stuffed full of Joe's parents' old clothes. They had both passed away years ago, but Joe could never bring himself to get rid of the clothes. He asked me to bag them up and donate them to the Salvation Army in town. He needed some extra storage space for his own clothes and all the stuff he'd accumulated over the years.

I checked the shelf to make sure my small camera was switched to video, so all I had to do was push the start button and it would record whatever might happen. I had a whole roll of plastic trash bags, and I started to fill one with clothes, when Charlene ambled inside, looking completely unmotivated. I hardly noticed her sullen mood, because I couldn't take my eyes off her and her tiny red bikini that probably weighed no more than an ounce or two, tops. The bra barely covered her moderate breasts, and the bikini bottom was nothing but a bunch of shiny red string with a small triangle patch covering her womanhood. She looked around, seemingly disinterested.

"Wow, look at all these antique clothes!" she said, laughing sarcastically. This looks like a wardrobe on a movie set from back in the Roaring Twenties or something!" she declared, as she began to rifle through the outfits hanging on either side of the shed.

"Check out all these ties of Grandpa's! There must be a krillion of them!" she exclaimed, her mood seeming to lighten up some.

"Do you see any ties that you like?" I asked vaguely.

"Like? What do you mean, 'Like'? Any that I would like to wear?" She seemed confused by my question, as I stuffed more clothes into the bag.

"Well, yeah, sort of…like wearing one as a blindfold, and maybe some other ones around your wrists and ankles," I suggested. It took a few seconds for it to sink in.

"Oh! You mean to tie me up with? Oh, Uncle Billy, no one has ever done that to me before!" She didn't actually agree, but she started leafing through the collection of ties, pulling one out here and there, then another one, and pretty soon she had a small pile of potential restraints. This was going to be fun, I thought, now that I had her attention.

"Look under this side: see all those boxes under there? They are filled with your grand mom's shoes. Check them out. Some of them might fit you," I explained.

Her eyes got wide and she quickly knelt down and began to pull out shoebox after shoebox of vintage shoes. She slid one of the chairs over and sat down to try on her favorite selections. I was sufficiently amused by her new found enthusiasm, and I kept working while I watched her feverishly go through tons of shoes and try them on. When I heard her whistle, I stopped and looked to see what caught her eye. She pulled out a pair of black patent leather spiked high heels. They looked brand new. She tried them on, and they fit her perfectly.

"Leave them on," I ordered sternly, "can you stand up in them without breaking your ankles?"

She stood up unsteadily, but successfully. Immediately, her young frame was transformed into that of a sophisticated, classic beauty. I was so stunned; I dropped my bag and approached her. I picked up one of the ties from her favorite pile and tied it around her head, covering her eyes. I left her standing there while I repositioned the chair and secretly turned on my camera. I went back for her, and helped her navigate the few steps to the chair. I slipped around in front of her and sat down. I guided her closer to me, and had her straddle my closed legs as she remained standing in her sexy heels. She was wobbly at first as she adjusted her stance.

"Keep your hands on my shoulders and don't move them, no matter what. Remain standing at all times, do you understand?" I instructed. She nodded her head in silence. I hesitated for a few seconds while she awaited her fate. I had no idea if she knew what was going to happen next, but she was about to get paid back for all her 'innocent' teasing. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, and I had yet to begin.

I slowly ran my hands up and down her almost naked body. I felt the curves of her hips, her taut, almost nonexistent waist, her smooth legs which quivered in anticipation, and her long, silky hair. I felt her perfect body for several long minutes before I abruptly pushed her flimsy top up over her firm breasts, boldly exposing them to my greedy eyes fully for the first time. I ran my fingers gently across them, grazing her already hard nipples, which caused a shudder to run up my spine. I heard her gasp as I cupped her mounds in my hands and squeezed them firmly enough to cause her to inhale audibly. I could feel her nipples getting hard immediately.

I worked my way down to her waist, and teased my way around the strings that pretended to be her bikini bottom. I grabbed both of her bare ass cheeks in my hands and separated them, playfully running my finger up and down the lone string between her buttocks. I brought my hands around to the triangle patch in front, and allowed my fingers to slide under the tiny piece of material covering her slick pussy. She inhaled deeply again, as I let my fingers roam around her smoothly shaved love mound. I could feel her fingers grasp my shoulders tightly, as I teased her clit with my index finger.

My cock was literally throbbing at that point, and I wanted to plant it deep inside her young quivering pussy in the worst way, but I kept my composure. Instead, I spread my legs open a few inches, causing her to have to open her stance as she was straddling my knees. She was about as vulnerable as she could be now, and I untied her side strings and slowly slipped her bikini bottom completely off. I ran my hands all over her naked ass and her wet labia, and I glided my finger deep into her soaked pussy with ease. Her legs buckled at first, but she was able to regain her equilibrium, as I added my middle finger as well. I felt her hands squeeze my shoulders, as I spread my legs a few more inches, causing her to readjust her stance and open up wider for me.

"Oh My God, Uncle Billy! Oh, jeez, I'm going to explode!" she announced, almost yelling. I was immediately encouraged, and I began to pick up speed and depth with my fingers doing the work that I wished my cock was doing. Still, it was with great pleasure to watch her enthusiastically succumb to a colossal finger fucking that had her writhing wildly, even as she struggled to stay standing in those shiny black heels. Nothing was going to get in the way of her impending orgasm, and she bucked against my fingers as hard as she could, even as her grip on my shoulders stiffened.

My whole hand was soaking wet when her spasms subsided and her body went limp with exhaustion. I slowly slid my fingers out and put them to her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth and accepted my warm, juicy digits into her hot mouth. She sucked them clean as she struggled to breathe through her mouth, and then she collapsed on my lap, trying desperately to control her breathing. I held onto her for several minutes, and it was really like holding a bit of heaven in my arms. Her skin was so soft and smooth and warm in my arms, and to hear her breathing so deeply and desperately as a result of my actions was very rewarding indeed. And we were just beginning.

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Part 4


I would have been content to have stayed in that one spot with my arms wrapped around this hot little nymph, but my devious mind was already thinking of other possible things I could teach her, now that she was willing to do whatever I told her to do. But before I could move on, reality presented itself:

"Gosh, Uncle Billy, that was unbelievable! But, um, if you don't mind, I have to pee," she said almost apologetically.

"Okay, sure, Charlene," I said as I helped her to stand up so that I could stand as well. I flicked the camera off and then removed her blindfold. She blinked her eyes and looked around for something to wear.

"Here, throw this dress on," I said as I pulled something from the rack. By now, I could see that she was struggling to keep from peeing right there in the shed. "And you can leave the heels," I added. She slipped the garment over her head and it didn't quite cover her bare ass."

"This isn't a dress, it's just a blouse!" she announced.

I looked up and smiled: "Oh, so it is! Well, you'd better hurry before you have an accident! And while you're at it, bring us back a couple bottles of water." She nodded and started out of the shed, but I grabbed her by the arm: "And also bring that massager your mom gave you too," and then I let her go.

I grabbed the camera and flicked it on. It followed her as she made her way through the yard to the back door, her fine little naked ass swaying in plain view underneath the blouse. While she was away, I took the opportunity to switch batteries in the camera; just to be sure it wouldn't die out on me. The camera's video feature took a lot more power than taking regular still pictures.

"So, what did you think of being blindfolded?" I asked her when she sashayed back to the shed and handed me one of the water bottles and the white vibrator.

"It was kind of fun, but I thought you were going to tie me up too," she answered, sounding disappointed. Her eyes were glued to my crotch, which showed my full blown bulge, which had grown stiffer just since she had returned.

"Well, you needn't be in such a hurry," I admonished, as I pulled the small table away from the wall. "I have a couple of ideas that you might like."

"Oh, Uncle Billy, tell me! I'll do whatever you say!" she gushed with such fervor, it gave me chills.

"Put your heels back on and come over to the table, and we'll see what happens next," I told her rather mysteriously, "and leave the blouse on." I gathered up a handful of her grandfather's old neckties, and stood by the table as she approached. Silently I bent her body over until her chest rested on the table, and commenced to bind each of her wrists to the corresponding table leg.

"This is exciting already!" she exclaimed. Next, I moved around to the other side and did the same with her ankles, spreading her legs wide. Finally, I retied her blindfold into place. I stood up and admired my handiwork. I made sure the camera was at the proper angle and turned it on. I stood behind her and lifted the blouse up to the small of her back, exposing her clenched buttocks to the camera. I gently rubbed her back, squeezed her ass cheeks, and ran my hands tantalizingly down her legs, causing her to moan contentedly.

"Oh God, Uncle Billy, I'm shaking all over, and you haven't even started!" she gushed enthusiastically.

I decided to warm her up a bit more by using the vibrator on her moist labia and clit, causing her to squirm around some until she settled down and reveled in the sensuous feeling of the vibrations subtly coursing through her hormone heightened loins. I grabbed the camera in my other hand before I dropped down to my knees and stared at her sex up close. I pointed the camera towards her vulnerable bits and slowly worked the device into her vagina, a little deeper with each motion. She wiggled her butt in appreciation, and I fucked her cunt with the toy pretty intensely for a few minutes before I abruptly removed it altogether and just as she was working her way towards another orgasm.

"Hey! What?" she blurted out in protest. I said nothing as I repositioned the camera back on the nearby shelf. I placed the vibrator next to the camera and knelt behind her outstretched legs. I squeezed and kneaded her eager buttocks with both hands, and she seemed to forgive me for interrupting her fun. That's when I moved in closer. I spread her cheeks wide and gently licked her wet pussy, eliciting a deep groan that was low and dripping with sexual want. I teased her with my tongue, purposely tickling her bold clit with the tip as I continued to massage her cheeks. And then I worked my way up and ran my stiff tongue right up the crack of her quivering ass.

"Whoa!" was all she said, but I knew she was surprised by the sensation. It was something new for her, and I was determined to make her first anal experience a memorable one. I attacked her forbidden passage without restraint, licking and sucking her ass, and then darting my tongue in and out with her ass cheeks spread as wide as possible. She writhed and thrashed against my now glistening face as I tongue-fucked her sweet asshole with all the finesse and power I could muster.

"Oh, Christ, Uncle Billy! What are you…I never felt…Ron never…Oh God! That feels so fucking good!" she blurted out, as she shamelessly pushed back against my face.

I reached over for the vibrator, and I pushed it deep into her dripping cunt as I continued to eat her ass. While she concentrated on the vibrator, I slid the tip of my index finger into her dark pucker. She let out a groan, half from confusion and half from ecstasy. I let her adjust to the new sensation before I pushed more of my finger in deeper, all the while continuing to fuck her cunt with the plastic toy.

I knew she was getting close again, and so I backed off and stood up, despite the howls of protest from my bound subject. I was going to fuck her ass, but I thought she should have the opportunity to get my shaft nice and wet first. I didn't want to hurt her, after all, and our saliva was the only lube we had at the time.

I dropped my shorts, grabbed the camera and made my way around to the other side of the table. My eager cock was swinging and standing up as proudly as a teenager's. When I steered the head toward her lips, I was afraid I might blow any second, so I knew I couldn't linger if I planned to have her ass. I rubbed it against her lips and she knew what I was up to:

"Oooooh!" she cooed, smiling and giggling lustily as she opened her mouth and invited me in. I made sure to aim the camera at her face perfectly.

"No, honey, not your mouth. Not yet, anyway," I said softly. Even though her eyes were covered, I could see the confusion on her face. "Just your tongue. Stick out your tongue and lick it. Get it all nice and wet and juicy…ah, yes, just like that! Good! Lick it up and down, oh yes, honey, that's it! You're doing a great job!" I declared, encouraging her. It felt so good having her velvety hot tongue making its way around my cock, getting me all wet. I was sure the close-up video would be great too.

I nearly came right then and there, just watching her eager tongue working on my steaming erection. I could have just plunged my hard cock into her hot young mouth and exploded, but I was determined to fuck her virginal ass, so I didn't linger. Once she had my shaft glisteningly wet, I moved back around and stood before her outstretched legs. Her sweet tender ass was at the perfect height and angle, and I wasted no time. I bent over and licked her brown entrance until she squirmed shamelessly.

"Oh, Christ, Uncle Billy! That feels really good!" she declared. I stood upright and ran my stiff member up and down her ass crack, mixing her saliva with mine, and then I gently pushed the tip of my cock into her reluctant asshole. She obviously knew what my intention was, and she stayed completely still as I worked my shaft into her hot slick forbidden tunnel, an inch at a time. She said nothing, but I could hear her inhale deeply as she endured the invasion I had planned in my mind.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Y-yes, wow, yes, but it does hurt a little," she confessed.

"I know, sweetheart, but it will only be for a little while, and after that, you'll love it," I whispered reassuringly. A few seconds of silence followed:

"I already love it, Uncle Billy," she offered calmly, causing me to get even more aroused and determined to give her a memorable first ass fucking.

Encouraged, I pushed into her with more authority, and even though she winced and pushed back against my advances, she allowed me to penetrate her ass deeper and deeper with each new thrust. Soon after, I was rocking back and forth, my full length disappearing into her nether region and then back out again before slamming into her once again. I had quite a bit of forward motion going on, and I pounded her tight little ass with complete abandon.

I had wanted to pull out at the end and cum in her mouth, but it was too late for that: I emptied my hot load deeply into her rectum as she gasped and moaned her way to ecstasy.


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Part 5


I looked at my watch and realized I hadn't gotten much done in the way of helping my friend Joe. Not that I was complaining. I switched off my camera and proceeded to untie my sexy young charge, leaving her blindfold for last. As she blinked from the light that she had been denied, she stood up and wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tight.

"Thanks, Uncle Billy that was awesome! You really know how to show a girl a good time!"

"No, thank YOU, Charlene. You are the one who made this such a special time," I countered.

She smiled that knowing smile, tacitly acknowledging that she knew how much she turned me on.

"So, what's next?" she asked, apparently ready for more.

"I want you to go down to the bay, after you put your bikini back on, of course," I began. "Remember when you were younger and we used to go down there with our plastic bags in hand, and collect those beautiful stones we found on the beach?"

Charlene grinned and nodded.

"Well, I want you to take a bag with you, scoop up a handful of wet sand right from the water's edge, and put it in the bag. Then, I want you to collect, oh say, thirty smooth round stones and put them in the bag. Understand?"

She nodded, even as she tilted her head, not understanding. I handed her the two small pieces of flimsy material that constituted her bikini, and watched as she put them on. I was already back to stuffing more bags full of the vintage clothes that still hung on the racks. I was way behind.

I watched her as she glided out of the shed and made her way down the street to the beach. I spent the next half hour feverishly loading clothes into bag after bag. I was determined to empty the shed of Joe's parents' old clothes if it was the last thing I did.

Charlene got back from her stint at the bay quicker than I had anticipated, and I had to come up with something creative to occupy her so that I could continue to complete my mission.

"Hello Uncle Billy, I'm back!" she sung out, grinning mischievously. She knew something was up, but she wasn't sure what I had in mind. Give her credit though, because she was certainly up for trying new things, and apparently she placed her trust in me to see to it that she was enjoying her new adventures.

I had filled about twenty large black plastic trash bags full of clothes by then, so I could afford some time to spend with Charlene. I had her lie down on her back on the table this time, and I proceeded to tie her arms to the table legs, and then I tied her legs bent up and touching her body, making her about as vulnerable as could be. I took the tie that served as her blindfold and put it into place without her so much as commenting. I silently placed the camera in such a position that it was focused on her shamelessly displayed pussy. My cock was already throbbing in anticipation, and pushing against my shorts.

I brought one of the chairs around and sat between her bound legs. As I picked up the bag full of stones and wet beach sand, I peered down at her already wet sex and admired my handiwork. I dropped the plastic bag on the floor momentarily, and began to gently play with her smooth labia, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She wiggled under my touch.

"Oh, Uncle Billy, you have such a way of turning a girl on!" she declared. I said nothing, but I penetrated her with two fingers, as I leaned forward and licked her clit at the same time. She groaned her approval immediately, and it didn't take long for her to shudder and spasm from another orgasm. She was at that age where almost any type of physical stimulation caused her to orgasm, and I just loved to help her out with that. As for myself, I enjoyed getting off too, obviously, but there was no way I could match her orgasm for orgasm at my age. But I enjoyed getting her off every time.

"Okay, now let's see what we have here," I said, as I picked up her bag full of beach treasures. I took a few fingers full of fine sand and rubbed them on her juicy pussy, eliciting a soft moan from my charge. Encouraged, I took more sand and pushed it into her love canal, causing even more animated groans of pleasure from her. Soon, I had pushed almost all the sand deep into her love orifice, and then I started with the stones. I inspected each stone for its smoothness, rejecting any that had a sharp edge of any kind. I pushed the first stone into her quivering cunt as deeply as I could get it, making her push her body up towards the foreign object penetrating her most vulnerable opening.

One stone lead to another and pretty soon I had packed 20 stones into her pussy, mixed with the beach sand, rejecting the other ten stones as being too sharp and dangerous. She writhed and bucked against the intrusions, but she didn't protest. I rubbed her clit with some of the leftover sand, sending her into another writhing climax. She was so easy to bring to orgasm that I began to feel like I should take all the credit.

Remembering her vibrator, I turned it on to high and ran it all over her stone packed pussy, introducing the head past her labia, and then holding it on her clit until she came again. Wow, youth, I thought to myself: those raging teenage hormones at work.

"Oh, Christ, Uncle Billy!" she almost shouted out, as she calmed down from her latest taste of ecstasy. By the time she had settled down, I had moved around to the other side of the table and stood behind her head. She sighed as I slowly ran my fingers through her hair. I cradled her head in my hands and leaned over and kissed her sexy young lips. I didn't know how much experience she had with actual kissing, but she responded positively to my tongue penetrating her hot mouth. Soon our tongues were doing the time-honored love dance in unison.