it. Oh, oh, oh, aaa-iiyyeeee… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, aahhhhh, Mmmmmmmmmm. Oh, that was beautiful, so beautiful… '
'My come, hot and thick, was rolling out of my hole and Uncle Frank eagerly lapped it up, swallowing all of it. At the same time, behind me, Janet was gasping for air as she savagely bounced up and down on his cock, her body convulsing in the throes of her climax. I could practically hear her juice bubbling out of her abused vagina, soaking Uncle Frank's cock.
'I got off his chest and turned around just in time to see Janet roll of his cock. He still hadn't shot his wad yet. Hungrily, I opened my mouth and gobbled his throbbing cock, coated with Janet's come. I liked the taste. Eagerly, I sucked the entire length in and out of my mouth, until finally, with a mighty grunt, he shot a tremendous load into my mouth. My cheeks bulged as I tried to swallow it and suck his prick at the same time. Rivulets of his come oozed out from the corners of my mouth, only to be immediately lapped up by Janet.
'Gradually, his cock stopped its spewing and I swallowed what remained in my mouth. Not until his prick was soft did I release it, and when I did, Janet cleaned my saliva from it with her mouth. It was all so exciting.
'Afterwards, we all leaned back and relaxed. I had a feeling that there was still more to come- and I was right. Janet called her mother to see if she could spend the night and was given permission. Then we returned to the bedroom for more fun and games. Before the night was over, we would end up indulging in every combination imaginable, including Janet and I sucking each other off. Wow, what a trip!'
In the case of Sally P-, we have been able to see the gradual corruption of what was at one time, an innocent child. From having oral sex with her Uncle, to having
heterosexual relations with a boyfriend, at the Uncle's request, to engaging in a sexual threesome, with a denouement featuring lesbianism between Sally and Janet, also at the Uncle's request. At the end of the interview, psychological counseling was suggested to Sally, but, by h «r own admission, she is enjoying her pre-life too much to think of future consequences changing her present habits. It is hoped, after talking to the Uncle, that he recognize the error of his ways and see to it feat Sally receives the counseling she needs, so that in adult life she will be able to live a life free of psychological complications, a life she rightfully deserves.
Chapter 3
'I suppose my life was pretty normal during my childhood. Normal, that is, until my parents were killed in a car crash when I was eight. That's when everything seemed to go downhill for me. My Uncle Ted and Aunt Wanda took custody of me and I went to live with them. They didn't have any kids of their own and they seemed to be really happy to have me.
'I suppose I started developing kind of early. I mean, when I was ten I had already outgrown my training bra. Wands said that in a little while I would be as big as she was. That's when Ted started looking at me funny. It's hard to describe; at least it was then. When he would look at me, I felt as if he were trying to undress me with his eyes. Sometimes, when I would be taking my bath, he would walk into the bathroom to get something out of the medicine cabinet, and as he would leave, he would stand at the door for a minute, just looking at me. It sort of scared me, but at the same time it gave me a funny feeling that I liked; sort of like a tingling between my legs. I still didn't know what sex or fucking was about, but I was soon to find out.
'One night when I was lying nude in bed-ever since I was a tiny kid I would sleep in the nude because I liked the feeling of being naked under the covers-Ted came in to kiss me good-night, and when I raised my face to his, the blanket, covering my tits, fell down. What can I say? There I was, lying in bed, with my naked boobs just a few inches from his face. He looked at them and I could feel myself getting all warm and tingly. I saw my nipples getting hard and I felt myself getting all wet between my legs, inside my cunt.
'Just then, Aunt Wanda called him to come to bed and he left me there, without touching me.
'My nipples felt as if they were throbbing and I could feel my cunt getting wetter. I squeezed my boobs and that seemed to make them feel better, but my cunt kept getting more and more wet. Reaching down, under the covers, I ran my fingers over the mound of my pussy. I still didn't have any hair at that time, just a little peach fuzz. I dipped my index finger into my crack and felt how wet and slimy I was. It felt so good!
'I rubbed my finger in small circles through the juicy meat, and the more I rubbed, the better it felt. I found myself moaning softly, and I hoped that neither Ted nor Wanda would hear me, because at that moment I wouldn't have stopped for the world, it just felt so damn good.
'My hole was getting flooded with my juice, so I opened my legs as wide as I could to rub even more. Pretty soon I was starting to poke my finger into my hole, but I had to stop because it hurt. It felt best when I would rub my clit at the top of my crack. Just touching it would send me off.
'At any rate, there I was, swishing my fingers around inside my cunt, while with my other hand I squeezed my nipples. They were so hard they were like little pebbles. Pretty soon, my fingers were racing inside my pussy. I felt as if I were going to explode or something.
'My thighs were sweating now and the juice was really running down the crack of my ass. While I fingered myself, I took my other hand from my tits and covered my mouth with it, because it was getting impossible to keep from squealing with pleasure. Faster and faster my fingers smeared my juice all over my gash, until finally I seemed to explode. I was writhing on the bed and I could feel all kinds of juice pouring from my hole onto my hand. I'd never felt anything so good in my life. Afterwards, I fell asleep without any trouble at all. I was so relaxed I couldn't believe it.
'The next day, I was anxious to repeat what I had done the night before. I had a feeling that it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself.
'After breakfast, I had to go to the bathroom. Locking the door, I pulled down my panties, sat down on the toilet, opened my legs wide and looked down at my cunt, I could feel the excitement growing inside my body as I watched the golden stream of piss pouring from my cunt. When the flow ended, I parted the lips with my fingers and played with my cunt from one end to the other, feeling my clitoris getting all hard and swollen as I rubbed. It felt so good. I didn't think anything could feel better. Of course, I hadn't gotten fucked yet!
'My vagina was getting all slippery now with the juices that were oozing from my hole. I felt so dirty, but I loved it. I really did. The tension inside me was building. I could feel my stomach filling with tight, little knots. My fingers were racing through the slimy meat of my twat and I knew that I was going to come soon.
'Faster and faster, I slid my fingers around inside my meat, squeezing my clitoris, doing everything that I could do. I was gasping for breath as I felt my orgasm explode inside me, drenching my hand with a load of warm, thick come. Just then there was a knock on the door!
'I started! 'Who is it?' I asked.
'Uncle Ted, Linda. Are you alright? You sound a little funny,' I tried to get my breathing back to normal. 'Yes, I'm fine, Uncle. I'll be out in a minute.'
'Hastily, I wiped my cunt dry and walked out of the bathroom. Uncle Ted was standing outside the door as I walked out. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, but he was really looking at me funny; sort of with a half- smile.
'I guess I was becoming a pretty wild kid. My body was really developing, and by the time I was twelve, there were guys seventeen and eighteen years old trying to pick me up. When I told them I was only twelve, they shook their heads in disbelief. And then one day, I let one of them pick me up.
'His name was Jesse. I was standing on a corner and he pulled up in his car and asked if I wanted a ride. What the hell, I figured, and got in.
''Where are you headed?' he asked.
'I remember smiling at him, real inviting. 'Anywhere you're going,' I said. ''Crazy, baby,' he said, smiling at me.
'Driving fast, he headed towards the mountains. Coming finally to a winding canyon, he pulled off onto a side road and stopped. There wasn't a soul around. My heart began beating quickly inside my chest and I must admit that I was beginning to regret my decision.
