"I don't believe a word you say," Annie Faber whispered. But she kept staring at Sheri. Sheri smiled and nodded slowly. "It's true? A guy with a Lincoln Continental? In his thirties?"
"He was probably closer to forty. He's some friend of my dad's. I think he felt kind of guilty for doing it. But he really liked it."
"You really gave him head?" Annie bit her lip. "I can't hardly believe…"
"Smell my breath," Sheri said, leaning close.
"Wow! Yeah, you sure did."
"But after that he got all weird about what had happened and drove me home. So I'm still sitting on mine." She sighed and pulled a hand between her legs. "And it feels like a hair trigger."
"Well, if I was a boy," Annie giggled, winking. "Yeah, we tried all that a year ago, remember?"
"It was kind of fun, but nothin's better than a cock slipping up your cunt." Annie stretched her long legs. She had on a slip but no panties and Sheri could see her brown cunt hair. If she hadn't known the truth, she might think her best friend was a virgin. There was certainly nothing on the outside which might indicate differently. But Annie was no virgin.
"Maybe I can go find Robby at the University library. He's either there, at class or at home. He's really a bookworm."
"I don't think I could do it with my very own uncle," Annie said, looking at a ragged fingernail. "That's incest."
"Yeah," Sheri said, licking her lips. "It's exciting. I didn't realize exactly why it was so taboo until I starting doing it with Robby. I really don't think that it bothers him that I'm his niece."
Annie jumped up. "Hey, I just remembered how good my electric toothbrush feels when I'm horny. You want to try it?"
Sheri got up, straightened her dress. "No. Think I'll just see if I can find Robby. I know if I can just get my hands on him, he'll give in. He really likes my body. He's always sucking and kissing on it and telling me how pretty I am."
"Well, good luck. I'll call ya up later."
"Yeah, bye." Sheri went down the walk and turned towards the University. Chances of finding her uncle were pretty slim really, but she was in bad shape. And just rubbing herself wasn't going to get the job done.
She hurried through the campus, watching couples with their arms entwined. She had to pause at the library steps. Her coat had rubbed as she walked in and in its swollen state that friction had gotten her half crazy with lust. She went into the old, cool building and entered the stacks. She knew where Robby's study cubicle was. He rented a desk on the third level way back by the anthropology section.
Before she got to the third level, Sheri ducked into on dark aisle and stripped her panties off. She held them clenched in her fist and hurried on. A few undergraduate boys took a long look at her willowy body and long legs as she swept past. Sheri smiled. If only they knew she wasn't wearing anything at all under that short dress.
Robby's cubicle was empty, but some of his books were stacked there and one lay open. He was looking for something down some dark aisle. Sheri started searching, breathless with want now that she was so close to finding her uncle.
She saw him at the far end of an aisle flipping through a book, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. She crept up behind him and hugged him around the waist.
"Who…? What the hell…?" he grabbed her wrist and turned. "Sheri! Christ, what are you doing here?"
"Lookin' for you," she grinned. She pushed her hands under his shirt and rubbed his belly. Then she stuffed her wadded panties down the front of his jeans. He reddened when he saw what she'd done.
"Damn… I think you're a little crazy."
"Crazy about you," she whispered, looking pouty for him. He pulled her panties from where she'd jammed them. Sheri watched him fold them carefully and slip them into his pocket.
"I've got a lot of work to do yet," he said. "I can't really…"
"It's so nice and gloomy back here," she said, looking around. It seemed like they were the only ones in the building. She walked a few steps to the end of the stack and leaned against the wall. Looking directly into his eyes, Sheri lifted the hem of her dress. When the edge came even with her mound, Robby swallowed hard and shook his head.
"Sheri, if your mother knew how you carry on…"
"You're not going to tell her, are you?"
"No. But…" He stopped, his eyes glued to the curls that peeked from under her dress. Sheri rolled her ass and let her eyes flutter closed. She heard him coming over to her but didn't look at him, didn't move.
"Sheri… Oh Sheri baby," he gasped, sliding a hand up the inside of her thigh. She moaned as her juices spilled out over his knuckles. She let her head flop forward on his chest.
"I felt like hell the other night. It's bad enough me being your uncle." Plunging a hand down the front of his pants. She hooked her fingers under his cock and pulled it up straight in his underwear. Robby groaned and worked his finger up into her hole. More hot butter flooded out. Sheri felt some of it dripping down her leg.
"Ohhhhh Robby. I'm so horny! Fuck me darling, please fuck me!"
He lifted her up so that her feet was on the lowest shelf of a rack. It made her body just about the right height. He unbuckled his jeans and unzipped the fly hurriedly. She helped free his slender, hot cock from his shorts and held the tip against her partly open mound. It was swollen open, seeping juice down over the sensitive skin of her uncle's prick. Sheri could smell her own pungent musk, the odor of a female in heat.
"Ohhh wow, do I want it. Do I ever want it!" She tilted her slim hips to make the angle right. Robby was breathing hard now. She took his glasses off, folded them and put them in his shirt pocket. Then she tilted her face and kissed his mouth. It was a sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue.
Robby moaned with passion and got his hands up under her skirt good. She loved him to touch her trim ass like that. He smoothed each white cheek as he pressed upwards.
Sheri moved her feet a little wider on the shelf she balanced on. Then she knew the angle was exactly right. She knew because the swollen head of her uncle's cock was forcing past the tight circle of muscles where her hymen had once been.
"Nhhuuuhh… Ohhh God, that feels wonderful."
"If anybody comes down this aisle," Robby said, looking around, "I'll just pretend to be kissing you." It was a good idea. Even with Robby's hands on her ass, his cock in her cunt, the dress draped over their carnal act. And she could hold his jeans up, even with them hanging open in front.
Robby moved up into her. Sheri gasped as she felt his shaft slide past her hot petals. Her juices had done their work well. They drenched his dry prick slickly and as it penetrated her, Sheri felt her body open before him. Then he held himself as deep as he could go. She kissed his neck and babbled softly a she rocked her hips back and forth. She rubbed her sensitive clit against the base of his prick in hungry abandon. Robby nibbled her earlobe, caressed her bottom and even let his fingers slip into the plump crevice. She jerked with happy excitement as he gingerly touched her asshole.
"Ghhaaaa… Ohhhh, I could almost come right now."
"Why don't you?" Robby seemed nervous. He kept looking around like he thought somebody was coming. Sheri could tell he was afraid to really fuck hard. If somebody happened to look, he was probably afraid they'd know what was going on. Sheri sighed, plunged her ass in tight circles, hoping to excite him to action.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "Ohhhhh wow, ohhhh shit!"
"You're making too much noise."
"I can't help it! Your cock feels so wonderful inside me…"
"Shhhhhh."
"Oh Robby… fuck me a little… move it in and out!"
"Damn it, Sheri!"
She clung to him, unable to stop jerking and squirming over the stiff skewer of flesh that made her stand on her toes on the shelf. She was stuck full and it felt good. She grabbed Robby's face with both hands and started kissing him passionately. She shoved her pink tongue in and out of his mouth, moaning all the while. Robby was beginning to get excited. He grabbed her ass harder and began to move a little. The stiff rub of his shaft against her dripping parts was lovely. Sheri kissed him all the more feverishly. Her spit dripped down his chin, down his neck. She was bathing him with her hot tongue as she writhed on that steamy barb that had been thrust up into her belly.
"Yessss! Ohhhh God damn!"
"Sheri…"
"Ohhh I can feel it coming… Huuuhhhhh mmmmmmmnnnn!"
The sound of her uncle's cock spearing in and out of her cunt was lovely. She could hear the soft suck of her petals around the stiff thing when he pulled back. And when he rammed again, there was a different sound. A squishy, sliding sound as her young pussy was filled. Holding it inside her deeply, Robby returned her furious kisses. He had her around her small waist, holding her down oh him as she wiggled with breathless passion.
"Thank God I found you," she breathed, nibbling his lip.
"You'd better pull off." Robby's muscles began to tense up, "Damn it Sheri, you'd better slow down!"
"Ohh, I've waited so long! I can't stop now. I'm gonna come, Robby! Let me come darling… please let me come!"
"But I'm gonna come too. We can't make a baby."
"Sheri… Jesus!"
At that instant Sheri remembered something Annie had been talking about that very day. Something about how a girl could cool it for a man if she knew the right place to touch. Sheri had never tried it. But Annie had given her pretty good instructions. It had to do with that powerful gland up between a man's legs, just behind his ballsac. A girl could get to it by shoving a finger up a man's ass. Or she could exert pressure from the outside. Annie hinted that the asshole method was the best. Sheri wasn't sure she wanted to do that. Even if Robby let her, it would be a little rough on him without any Vaseline handy.
But he was breathing faster all the time. She knew that he would jerk away just before he spurted. And if he did that it would spoil her lovely climax. It dangled there before her. It would take only a little more friction, a little more nabbing. A few more seconds having that wonderfully slender prick up inside her softness.
"Wait for me, Robby," she gasped. "Don't come yet!" She touched the place Annie had told her about. There was a lump up inside him. Just behind his balls like Annie had said. She pinched the flesh out with a thumb and finger. Yes, the lump was hard and it was pulsing. She squeezed more and the pulsing stayed about the same. She squeezed oven tighter and the throbbing died away a little. But Robby was making funny sounds in his throat.
"Jeeeeeesus Chriiiiiist!"
Robby's fingers fluttered over her ass like he wasn't sure exactly what to do. But his cock was still very hard. Sheri didn't waste any time. She thrust her hips forward and back with frenzied jerks. Her clit was engorged with blood. It raked the sickened skin of her uncle's prick. She let her weight down on the ramrod inside her, keeping her fingers pinches on his prostate all the while.
Sheri knew that a fantastic pressure was building inside her uncle's body. His coming was being held off by the mere pressure of her fingers. But his cock tip had gotten huge inside her. She could feel how it was swelling, pounding. And it jerked with a steady, potent rhythm. If by accident her squeezing grasp slipped… And it was a dangerous time of the month for her, too!
But it wouldn't be long now. She could feel her thundering pleasure. The tickling lust poured through every nerve of her body. Her breasts glowed. Her nipples burned. Her cunt felt as if it was being shot at by some magic ray gun. Pleasure flowed through her in blinding spasms. Her head flopped on her uncle's shoulder as she bucked her young body in delirious excitement.
As she came, she cried out. Robby covered her mouth with his hand but she moaned loudly through his fingers, biting them, licking them. Her ass wouldn't stop now. It was like she was having a seizure. Somehow she managed to keep her uncle's gland pinched tightly. But even that wouldn't work forever. She could tell by the rigid hardness of his cock that his come would explode in a few more seconds.
"Don't come in me," she breathed, fucking her pussy down hard against him. The last tremor of excitement made her twitch and drool against her uncle's cock. Then he was pushing her body up off of him. She felt his prick slip from her pussy. And a he pushed her aside, her grasp of the magic gland between his lets slipped at last.
Robby starred back a foot or two, his cock jutting upwards at a sharp angle. The first jet of cum leaped high in the air. The second spattered white flecks over Sheri's dress. Robby's face looked like someone was whipping him with barbed wire.
"God… Ohhhh shit!"
"Ohh Robby, let me help!" Sheri grabbed his slender shaft and began to jack him.
"Ahhhh… Yeah!" he grunted, relaxing against her shoulder, she milked the hot sap from his body. A puddle began to form on the floor between them and the strings plopped down. At last no more came out. Sheri wiped her hands on her dress and watched Robby force his blood thickened cock back into his underwear.
He kissed her goodbye and patted her bore bottom, mumbling something about seeing her later. Sheri felt good. She took a last look at her uncle wiping his glasses and opening a book again.
As she went up the stain to the main floor, she felt wonderfully wicked. What a naughty thing she'd done. And right in the middle of a stuffy old library.
An attendant at the desk eyed her with obvious lust as she passed through the turnstile. She smiled at him and slinked down the hall and out of the building. She felt the relief that only good sex could bring her. But before she went home, she began to tense up again. Could she want more already? Yes, she did! It was unbelievable, but she could almost feel another cock forcing its way into her body. She wanted to spread her legs and get fucked again. Right that moment! It was kinda scary.
"What's happening to me?" she said aloud as she turned up the walk to her house. "Am I sick or something?"
Sheri stopped just inside the front door. Roger! What was he doing standing there with Mona. He had his arm around her. They were smiling at her. She frowned, tilted her blonde head.
"Roger? Mona?" Mona came forward and hugged Sheri to her.
"Sheri, I have some wonderful news. It all happened so quickly, I'm not sure it's real. But… well…"
"What is it, mother?"
"I guess I'd better start by telling you who Roger really is." She bit her lip, then went on. "I made him promise he wouldn't tell you himself. But I've been a fool. Sheri darling, Roger is your father. Your real father."
Mona looked at Sheri. Sheri felt her knees give. She stared at the tall, blue-jeaned man with hair the same color as her own. He shook his head and frowned, signaling her not to blab what had happened.
"God," she mumbled, "my dad?"
"Yes," Mona gushed, "and we're going to try living together again. We're going to remarry." Mona held Sheri back from her and smiled. "You'll have a father. Won't that be wonderful?"
"Yeah. Sure." Sheri felt like someone had struck her between the eyes. Out of Mona's sight, Roger was still motioning her to keep still. She gave him a brief nod. She was too much in shock to start pouring out the succulent details of their little romp in the woods. Now she could understand why Roger had acted so strangely. She blushed remembering the blatant way she'd thrown herself at him. He'd resisted, but she'd finally broken him down. She'd used her coltish body, her youth, her sexuality. She'd made the temptation too good for him to resist. Even though he washer very own father! She slumped against her mother. The guilt was there. Fucking her dad was pretty heavy. When it came to good old-fashioned sin, it sure beat hell out of making it with Uncle Rob. But as soon as the first shock had passed through her consciousness, Sheri was surprised and a little upset to find her emotions about her father still very much intact. He was a beautiful man. Mature, good-looking. Suddenly she was getting excited. She was thinking about the size of his cock?
"I better go upstairs," she blurted. "I'm very happy for both of you."
"She'll be okay," she heard her mother say.
Sheri closed her bedroom door and sat on the bed.
"Damn it," she hissed, "he's mine! He's my daddy! Mona can't have him. She just can't."