Jim Stacey - Oral Nieces

"We left the party and got into his car. He drove to a quiet spot, just outside town. It was something like a lovers' lane. He parked the car and started kissing me. I liked it, but then he started to unbutton my blouse and press his hand against my bra. He scared me. It was all happening too fast.

"I guess I struggled and he tore both my blouse and my bra off, then pressed his face against my breasts and started sucking my nipples. I was afraid and I fought him. He hit me. The son-of-a-bitch hit me, right in the face.

"I passed out, or something, and the next thing I knew, I was naked on the car seat and he was fucking me, sticking that big thing of his in and out of my pussy. It hurt like hell and I started screaming. He hit me again, slapping the side of my face.

"I stopped screaming and let him screw me. He started pumping faster and after a minute or two I felt his cock throbbing inside me, shooting his stuff into my hole. I felt sick to my stomach, like I was going to heave, but I didn't.

"I rearranged my clothes as best I could, then he drove me home. He kept saying he was sorry, all the way back to my Aunt's house, and that he didn't know what had come over him. It didn't do him any good, though. As soon as he pulled up in front of the house, I ran inside and burst out crying.

"My Uncle wasn't home. He never was. But my Aunt Sally took me in her arms, all the while asking me what was wrong. She led me into her bedroom and we sat down on the bed. She was only wearing a sheet nightgown and, accidentally, my hand was pressing against her breasts. I could feel their naked softness under the thin material. It felt so comforting.

"After awhile, I stopped crying and told her what had happened, and she started saying things like 'all men were animals,' and that she just knew something like this was going to happen. Then I heard her crying softly as she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. I could feel her breasts pressing against my own and I started to feel real warm. I didn't understand it at the time.

"'Sandy dear,' she said softly,*your Uncle won't be home tonight. Would you be more comfortable sleeping with me instead of by yourself?'

"I told her that would be nice and she smiled understandingly. I stood up and after she turned down the bed she helped me out of my torn blouse and skirt. Reaching behind my back, she unhooked my bra. It was the first time she had ever seen my breasts. Strangely enough, I wasn't embarrassed.

"I got into bed and she covered me with the blanket. Leaving the bedroom, she returned in a couple of minutes bringing me a glass of hot chocolate. 'Drink this,' she said, 'it will make you feel better.'

"I took the cup from her hand and drank it down quickly. I felt its warmth going to my stomach and I did feel better.

"'There,' she said, 'How's that?'

"'Much better. Thank you, Aunt Sally.'

"She took the cup from my hand and set it on a table beside the bed. Walking around to the other side of the bed, she stood beside it for a moment and then pulled off her nightgown. I stared openly at her naked body. She was beautiful. She had large breasts with huge, brown nipples. Lower, her stomach was flat, flaring out to her hips, rising above a dark, thick patch of pubic hair. I could even see her cunt lips poking out from between her legs. She was so beautiful.

"'I hope you don't mind,' she said,*but I always sleep in the raw.'

"'No,' I said, 'I don't mind.'

"After turning out the bedside light, Aunt Sally got into bed beside me. I could feel the warmth of her body next to me. It felt sooooo good.

"We had been lying in the dark and in the silence for a few minutes when she asked me if I was still planning on dating boys. I said I didn't know.

"'You know how you feel now, don't you?'

"'Yes.'

"'Well, how would you like to feel that way all the time? There is only one thing that boys are interested in, and that's fucking you, sticking their dirty pricks into your sweet little cunt.'

"Her words shocked me, but she was right. That night proved it. I suppose it was then that I made up my mind. I was through with boys. They would never get a chance to touch me again. Aunt Sally leaned over and kissed me good-night, pressing her warm, soft lips to mine. Her lips were so much softer than my date's. I'll never forget that kiss, even though there were to be a lot more than that.

"After that night I started looking at girls the way guys do. I would see them on the street or in school. Remembering how soft my Aunt felt, I would wonder what they would feel like in bed. I still didn't have any knowledge of sex between girls; it's just

that I liked the way Aunt Sally felt that night and I wanted to feel it again-but with other girls.

"Every time I would see a real cute girl after that, I would start getting all itchy between my legs. For example, one day I was at a hamburger stand having some lunch and this girl walked in. God, was she gorgeous. She had long blonde hair that came way down past her shoulders. From the size of her breasts she looked to be a lot older than I was. She was really big!

"Without realizing it, I was staring at her. Suddenly, she turned and our eyes met. I didn't turn away. I couldn't. She smiled at me and invited me to join her in the booth she was sitting in. Trembling, I got up from the counter and walked over to her. She made room for me and I sat down.

"'What's your name?' she asked, her voice soft and light.

"'Sandy,' I said.

" 'I'm very happy to meet you Sandy. My name's Cynthia but my friends call me Cyn.' She smiled and revealed two rows of even, pearly white teeth.

"'You know, you're very pretty, Sandy. I'll just bet that you have a lot of boyfriends.'

" 'No,' I said, shaking my head.

"'Really? Why not? I'm surprised.'

"We got to talking and I told her all about what had happened that night with Ron and how I was through with boys forever. From the way she looked at me, I could tell instantly that she understood how I felt.

" 'I'll tell you a secret, Sandy,' she said. 'The same thing happened to me a couple of years ago,' Then she began talking slower, more softly. 'But there is another choice if you don't like boys.'

"I felt excited. Maybe this was the answer.

"'What is it?' I asked anxiously. 'What's the other choice?'

"'Let me ask you this, Sandy. How do you feel about women?'

"I thought back to my Aunt and how she made me feel that night when I slept with her; how warm and how comfortable. I told Cynthia about it.

"'Well,' she said, smiling, there's your answer. Sleep with other women instead of boys. Personally, I think it's a lot nicer.'

"'Do you mean that you sleep with… with women instead of men?'

" 'Yes? that's right Sandy. In fact, I would like very much to take you home with me and show you just how nice it is. I'm sure you'll be very happy. Would you like that?'

"'Oh, yes, Cynthia. I would like that very much.'

" 'Good. Let's go then.'

"After getting up from the booth, Cynthia paid the check and we left. She had a car parked in the lot and we drove to her apartment. It was a short, fifteen-minute trip. She parked in front of a large, modern apartment building and we walked into the lobby. There was an elevator waiting for us that took us to the eighth floor.

"Cynthia was all smiles as she opened the front door and let me in first. I walked inside and looked around an impressively furnished living room.

"'Should you call your Aunt and let her know where you're at?' Cynthia asked.

"'Yes, maybe I should.' Walking over to the phone in the hall, I lifted the receiver and dialed my number.

"'Hello, Aunt Sally. Tm just calling to let you know that I met a friend today and that I'm over at her apartment now, alright?'