Patty Gannon felt as guilty as sin. The sin, however, was not incest. Betrayal was the name of the dirty game in which she held one of the three hands.
"I love sucking and fucking with Mom and Nicky," she sighed, alone in her room and thinking out loud. "But I love Daddy, too."
If she'd been sure it would straighten her things out, Patty would have gladly told her mother and brother about herself and her dad.
But could not predict what their response might be. And that what really disturbed Patty was her dad's reaction if he found out he had to share her body with the entire family.
"Daddy can handle me and him," Patty said, summing it up the way she saw it, "because I'm his very own little girl. His special piece of ass. The rest of the time, though, he's straight as an arrow. Uptight about almost everything, except fucking me. No, he could never stand coming home to a family where everybody was hopping in and out of bed with everybody else."
And if she was right, Patty thought; that meant her mother was, too. A divorce was the answer.
Still, Patty rejected the inevitability of that Solution. She had to admit it seemed to add up, but she hadn't given up all hope that there was a missing piece of the puzzle that might reveal a different picture than the one now staring her in the face.
"If only there was somebody I could trust, who I could talk to about this," she said. "Somebody who could help me decide what I should do about Daddy. Somebody who knows him inside and out, even better than I do."
There was only one likely candidate, Patty realized. The only problem was that he and her dad had had a falling out over something or other several months ago. But perhaps that would work in her favor, Patty reasoned. Just maybe, whatever had come between her dad and his twin brother was exactly what she needed to get her Uncle Jason to level with her about what really made Ed Gannon tick.
Dr. Jason Gannon was one of the area's leading psychiatrists. Handsome and never married, there was no more eligible bachelor around town than he. More than one woman had gone into treatment with him because her real motive was adding some spice to her life by being alone with such a charmer.
Dr. Gannon didn't let them down-if they were young and pretty enough. Fucking his choicest patients was as much a pad of his practice as the leather couch in his office on which those in his care reclined to pour out their problems. Indeed, spread legs and the couch almost always went together.
The afternoon Patty came to his office, the doctor was at his best.
His patient was pretty enough to be an angel, young enough to be his daughter-and groaning with delight as she came from his big, pumping cock in her tight cunt,
"Oh, Doc, Dad" she cried. "Now you cum, too, before I stop. Fill my thirsty pussy with your jizz, so we're both cumming at the same time!"
"Mmm-hmmm," Jason whispered hotly in her ears, "just what the doctor had in mint"
The girl promptly wrapped her legs around him, pulling his large prick even deeper into her spasming cunt. Then she roiled her hips so her bare ass-cheeks squeaked against the leather couch;
"Cum, Doc, cum, cum, cum!" she steamily chanted, rubbing her tits.
And Dr. Cannon earned his fee by unleashing a load of scalding jizz that did more for his thrilled patient than all the standard therapy in the world would have been able to accomplish. She screamed so loud with uncontrollable pleasure that Jason had to clap his hand over her mouth to keep her voice from carrying outside of his office any more than it already had.
"What was that?" Patty asked, her uncle's nurse as she waited in the outer office.
The middle-aged woman in the starched, white uniform smiled knowingly to herself for a fleeting instant, then resumed her usual frown and said, "The doctor will be free to see you soon. I believe this appointment has been nearly completed."
Moments later, a dizzily grinning girl only a couple of years older than Patty tripped into view. Seeing Patty waiting there, she said, "Oh, honey, if this is your first time here, let me just tell you that you'll love the doc to pieces. He's super. Just glad I got to him today before you did."
"Uh, we'll be seeing you next week at your usual time, Miss Martin," the nurse sourly told the girl. "Run along now. And remind your parents to pay this month's bill promptly."
The girl drifted out toward the elevator as if she were on a cloud. As for Patty, whenever she herself behaved that way, it usually after she'd been fucked really good. Which made her start to wonder about her uncle's method of treatment.
"Go in, please," the nurse snapped. "The doctor doesn't have much time to spare between his regular appointments."
Patty got up and went through the door out of which the other girl had just emerged. Her uncle had been expecting her, but clearly not so close on the heels of his previous patient. He was zipping up his fly.
The instant Jason Gannon realized that his niece had seen what he was doing, he darted behind his desk. He punched a button on the intercom to apparently chew out the nurse for allowing someone to walk in on him before he was ready. But there was no reply.
Patty glanced back through the doorway, saw no one outside anymore, and said, "I think your nurse has gone to lunch, Uncle Jason. And don't be angry at her for letting me pop right In…"
She briefly paused, trying to decide if she would say what she really wanted to next.
"Fact is, Uncle Jason," she told her father's brother, "I'd already pretty much figured it out for myself. It was written all over that other girl's'face."
Jason Gannon hemmed and hawed, trying to deny what his niece was talking about. But the truth was written all over his face, which was blushing as red as a beet.
"Don't be embarrassed, Uncle Jason, I understand completely," Patty said recklessly, calm on the outside, but with a squadron of butterflies in her stomach-and, most telling, a moist knot between her legs. "She was a very attractive girl. You lust did the same as any normal man would naturally do if he had the chance."
Patty paused again. Her pulse boomed in her ears as she got ready to speak the bottom line, while her glassy-eyed uncle stood there like a zombie.
"Yes, Uncle Jason, any other man would've fucked that girl, if he thought he could get away with it!" Patty said.
"Okay, all right, so you've got me dead to rights," he said, then started to weasel to save his career. "But I'll make it worth your while to forget all about it. Just me get my checkbook and I'll write out any amount you think you deserve to keep your mouth shut about this."
Patty was sorely tempted. Squeezing a thousand out of her desperate uncle would be no trouble at all. But, once again, she fell into the pattern of not being sure what she'd say until she heard it herself.
"No, Uncle Jason. Money's not what I want from you."
"Then name it," he said. "Anything, Patty, baby, I mean it!"
"Well, you can start by coming out from behind that desk."
Jason did as he was told, his movements awkward.
"Wh-what did you want?" he stammered.
"You'll figure it out quick enough," Patty answered. "And if I can't get you to give it to me without blackmail, then I'm not the girl I think I am. Tell you what, Untie Jason, just think of me as another one of your patients. Same as, uh, your last one."
Patty began unbuttoning her blouse. As it fell open, her tits swelled in her bra. And so, too, did her uncle's crotch.
"Mmm mm, glad to see you're already getting the idea, Uncle Jason," Patty purred, her eyes pointedly focusing below the belt. "But we still don't want to leave anything to chance, do we?"
Her blouse slid down her arms to the floor, then Patty went to work on her bra. It was the kind which clasped between the cups in from. Suddenly, her naked tits had jumped out at Jason, while her discarded bra joined her blouse at her feet.
"DO you like my tits, Uncle dear?" she asked, flicking her erect nipples with her fingertips.
It was an unnecessary question. The answer bulged in her uncle's pants a hard-on that was as glaring as a neon sign.
"You can see for yourself what kind of shape I'm III," Jason muttered.
Patty nodded, then added, "But both of us seeing more of me be even better."
She wore a wrap-around skirt. Then, within seconds, she wasn't wearing it anymore, having unfastened and swirled it away so she stood before her uncle in just her yellow bikini panties, their crotch stained gold with leaking pussyjuice. Rather than peeling them off next, though, she pulled them in the opposite direction, tugging them up into her pussy's gash so the meaty lips and puffs of her cunt-bush oozed and bristled in exposure.
"And now," she said as she posed, "the next move is up to you, Uncle Jason. What's it gonna be? I'll get dressed and leave if you want me to. My lips sealed. That simple, you won't owe me anything. Or, if you want me to stay… well, prove it!"
Jason took such a deep breath it seemed as if it might be his last. Then, holding all that air in his lungs, he tried to make up his mind what he should do. But, really, his mind had become a temporarily useless instrument by now-his cock was doing his thinking for him at this point.
Down his hand went, finding the tab of his zipper and yanking at it so the metallic whine of his lowering fly filled the air. Then his hand was quickly in and out of his open pants, emerging with twelve brawny inches of throbbing hard cock in his white-knuckled grasp.
"Mmmm, that's not only better," Patty moaned, seeing that her uncle was hung even more than she'd expected-even bigger, it looked, than her brother, "that's the best?"
"The couch… the couch!" Jason whispered.
Patty eagerly went there, removing her panties on the way.. She stretched out in the nude on the leather cushions, knees raised and thighs apart to offer her teenage cunt in the classic fucking pose.
Her uncle followed her there. Standing over the couch, he loosened his tie with one hand while dropping his pants and shorts with the other. After kicking off his shoes, he stepped out of the puddle of clothing, stripped from the waist down except for his long, black socks.
He was, Patty thought, like a Mr. Right who'd stepped out of every young girl's fantasy about an older man. So sleek, so handsome so hung. Indeed, Patty had forgotten all about the other older man in her life-her father, and how she'd originally planned to discuss him with her uncle.
"Qh, you stud!" she said to Jason. "Jut seeing your huge cock when it's hard is almost enough to make me start cumming even before you fuck me!"
Reaching up to touch her uncle's magnificent cock for the first time, Patty did, in fact, aim. And, as she climaxed, she guided his knobby cock-head to her watering mouth and treated herself to a salty, sucking taste. But she did not turn it into a blowiob, having too much of a craving for an immediate cuntful of all that male cock-meat to settle for anything less.
"Now fuck me, Uncle Jason, fuck me!" she cried when her flash orgasm had run its course. 'Tuck me just like I'm one of your crazy patients!"
"With pleasure I" the doctor replied, ready for his specialty.
The leather couch was large, nearly the size of a bed. And Jason Gannon had performed his services on it so many times that it was almost like a second home to him, the most familiar part of his office. He expertly climbed aboard, no wasted motion in his smooth approach. And then there was his line-no matter how many other girls he'd used it on, Patty made herself believe she was the first one to whom it had ever been spoken.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever fucked" Jason said to his niece. "And your emit is the most beautiful part of you of all. It's a privilege for me to do this…"
Patty moaned that the honor was all hers, as her uncle slipped his big cock deeply into her welcoming cunt. And, once again, she came on the spot.
"Ahhh, I can just tell that this is' gonna be one of those fucks where I don't stop cumming the whole time," Patty groaned.
To help keep her orgasmic juices boiling, she wrapped her legs around her uncle's waist to jog him in the cradle of her thighs for maximum friction. The fit between cock and cunt was perfection, and the movement of male and female loins was poetry in motion.
"I feel like we're fucking on a cloud!" Patty said. "I've had it just about every way you can think of-rough and gentle, straight or kinky, like I was a little girl, like I was a whore-but this fuck is in a world of its own!"
"I've heard a lot of things on this couch," Jason Gannon answered, and there was no way Patty could detect that he was being anything but truthful, "but never anything as sexy as what you just said."
"And flattery will get you everywhere," Patty murmured. "Especially with your fantastic cock fucking my pussy to go along with it!"
"How about this, too, princess?" Jason asked, lowering his face below his niece's chin.
"Oh, yes… yes, Uncle Jason," Patty said, "Suck my tits while you fuck my pussy. Suck me, fuck me, and make me cum twice as hard for you!"
Jason proved to be every bit as much amaster with his mouth as he was with his cock. Squeezing his niece's teenaged breasts together, he wound up nursing both nipples at the same time. Patty could feel wondrous vibrations all the way down in her cunt, adding mightily to the pressure on her clit from Uncle Jason's big prick pumping between her legs.
"God, I'm starting to cum almost too good!" Patty declared. "Don't know how much longer I can take it!"
"Want me to ease up some, then?" her uncle asked.
"Don't you dare!" Patty yelled. "You've already given me as much as I can stand, Uncle Jason-now go even farther!"
Anxious to please her, Jason dropped his mouth back to her tits and experimented with his teeth. It was just what the doctor's patient had ordered.
"Fantastic! Bite me! Oh, bite my tits!" Patty squealed with painful pleasure. "Hurts soooo goooood!"
But she still wasn't finished getting the most out of her uncle. With her tits and cunt accounted for, there was one logical place for him to thrill her more.
Grabbing one of Jason's wrists, she guided his hand to where she wanted it.
"That's right, my ass!" urged Patty. "Fingerfuck me where I shit, Uncle Gannon. The doctor's middle ringer probed into her tight, gritty shit-hole. Patty excitedly farted in reply, widening her narrow shit-channel, so her Uncle automatically added a second finger Patty asked for more.
"Two's company, but three's a crowd!" She tuned again. Her uncle responded us she'd hoped he would, with a third finger up her asshole. The trio of fingers in her shitter was like an extra cock to go along with the real one already fucking her cunt.
The dual effect was just as striking for Jason, too. The result, as far as he was concerned, amounted to A sensation of jacking himself off through the thin skin between his niece's ass and pussy, while he fingered the one hole and lucked the other a notch away. The friction on his cock had been doubled, and no man could stand that for long without answering nature's call.
"I-I'm cumming!" Jason blurted out, abruptly past the point of no return.
His prick exploded with gushing force into his niece's cunt, there was too much of his jizz for Patty's cunt to hold it all. As Jason's prick continued to spurt, though, she immediately called out with a suggestion to keep his dreamy dim from going to waste.
"Hurry," she said breathlessly, "before your cock's finished shooting! Hurry and pull it out of my pussy and finish cumming in my mouth!"
Jason acted on cue. Out of Patty's swamped pussy and toward her face lurched his squirting prick. Her open mouth surged to swallow every inch of his cock-meat, and his balls were drained the rest of the way by a deep-throating blowjob.
"Oh, baby!" Uncle Jason sighed to his niece when his load of cum was drained. "No man could turn down the kind of sucking and fucking you put out. Now that I've had my share, I know that any guy who passed you up would be the one who needed help-no matter who he was."
There was something about what he said and his wistful tone which snapped Patty out of her orgasmic afterglow and put her on alert. She couldn't resist going fishing, sensing in her gut that she just might reel in something even bigger in its own way than her uncle's cock.
"What are you talking about, Uncle Jason," she said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "You have anybody, uh, particular, in mind?"
Jason's face was suddenly red again, just as it had been when his niece had first started coming on to him.
He muttered, "Aw, forget it. I was just talking.., didn't mean nothing special by it- except, of course, how special you are."
Now an absolute siren had gone off for Patty. "Didn't mean nothing special," her uncle had just said. And he was a doctor, a man who'd received the finest education money could buy. No way, Patty reasoned, that somebody with that kind of background would use such terrible grammar unless he was uptight as hell about something. Now, how to pry it loose from him? she wondered.
Patty went for broke.
"Uncle Jason, this other guy-are you, by any chance, talking about somebody you know who's already fucked me?"
Jason didn't admit anything. But the most telling part of his silence was that he denied nothing either. Patty felt like a bloodhound on the trail of a kill.
"Tell me!" she cried. "Tell me who he is!"
Jason tried to look away. But Patty wouldn't let him. If her hot body was as irresistible as her uncle bad already indicated, then she'd be a fool not to use it here to get what she wanted. Drawing back her legs, she reached down to seductively spread her rear ass-cheeks.
"It's as simple as this, Uncle dear," Patty said. "If you want to fuck me in the ass, tell me what you're biding!"
Jason helplessly stared at his niece's inviting shit-pit. Even more helplessly, his bard-on jumped back up to full, massive power.
"I'd die to fuck that ass," he confessed with continuing helplessness, talking more to himself than Patty.
"The price isn't that high," Patty said. "All I want is the truth about Mr. X, in trade for what you want-your big cock up my tight ass. So, who is he?"
Dr. Jason Gannon had made a handsome living by coaxing the secrets from other people's minds through out his career as a psychiatrist. But now, he was the one on the hot seat. His patients confessed because they'd be wasting a hundred dollars an hour if they didn't. But in his own case, the stakes were far higher fucking the sweetest young ass he'd ever seen.
Jason was many things. A respected professional, almost rich, and handsome enough to turn any female head-but, most of all, he was a typical, human male. And, faced with such an exquisite female asshole for his cock to fuck, he was a prisoner of sex, tortured by temptation.