Although some may hold this as being incredulous, Krafft-Ebing states, 'Impressions obtained through the senses of smell and taste, which in the normal man produce feelings of disgust and nausea, are made the basis of the most vivid emotions of lust, producing in the perverse subject mighty impulses to orgasm and ejaculation.'
And so it is with the subject of this case history. It can be speculated that if the subject had not become involved with the uncle, he himself suffering from the same aberration ('I want you to piss on me; I want to drink your piss'), it is possible that her present emotional state would not be nearly as perverse as it is now. However, this is only speculation.
We will now return to the subject's narrative:
'As it turned out, Uncle Henry didn't call until about two in the morning. I was asleep when the phone beside my bed rang. I'm glad I had the bell turned down, otherwise it would have awakened my folks for sure.
'Groggily, I reached over and lifted the receiver to my ear. 'Hello,' I said, sleep still sounding in my voice.
''Hello Carol. This is Uncle Henry.'
'Immediately I was wide awake. 'Hello, Uncle Henry. I've been waiting to hear from you. I was starting to give up hope.'
' 'I'm sorry, but I haven't had a chance to call you all day. Aunt Frieda, you know. What I'm calling for is what we talked about last night.'
''You mean you'd like to fuck me?'
''Carol, you don't know how much I would like to see you. I've been thinking about you ever since last night. When I went to sleep, I dreamed about it. I can't get you out of my mind. I keep seeing you the way you looked on the bed, almost naked and everything.'
''Maybe the next time you see me I'll be completely naked,' I said, laughing softly. 'Would you like that, Uncle Henry?' I was enjoying teasing him. He was breathing hard into the phone. 'Do you think you could get away from Aunt Frieda for a whole week-end?' I asked.
''A whole week-end? Well, I don't know. I suppose I could think of something. Why?'
''Well, it seems that my folks are going to be gone all of next week-end. I'll have the house to myself and I thought you might enjoy being my house guest. I'll be yours to fuck and suck the entire week-end. How does that sound? You know, my cunt is all wet now just from thinking about it. What do you say?'
''Yes, Carol, I'll be there. I'll think of something to tell your aunt. When are your parents leaving?'
''They'll be gone Friday afternoon and won't be back until Sunday night and my pussy will be dripping wet every minute of the time.'
''Keep it that way, Carol. Ill' be there Friday evening, say around seven. Alright?* ''Fine, Uncle Henry. I'll see you then. Bye-bye.'
'Reaching over, I put the phone back in its cradle. My thoughts filled with Uncle Henry as I fell asleep. I could hardly wait until Friday. It was going to be one hell of a week-end.
'I made up my mind that I wasn't going to fuck all week. I wanted to be as horny as possible over the week- end. It was hard, but somehow I stuck to my resolution. By the time Friday morning arrived, my cunt was hot, juicy and itchy. If it hadn't been-Friday I would have probably gone out and had a good fuck. But, since it was only a matter of a couple of hours that I had to wait, I somehow managed.
'My folks left on schedule, around three in the afternoon, leaving me alone in the house. They told me to be good and I assured them that if I couldn't be good, I would at least be careful. They didn't see the humor in it.
'By the time six o'clock came, I was sitting on pins and needles. Although there was only an hour to go, I found myself wondering if he was going to show up, and sorry that I had abstained from any fucking for an entire week. I would never have that week again. Six-thirty… six-forty… seven. He still hadn't arrived. Seven-fifteen… seven-thirty…
'I was on the verge of exploding with anger when, suddenly, there it was, three sharp knocks on the door. Getting up from my seat, I ran to the door, opened it, and there he was. Suddenly, I forgot all about the fact that he was late. He was here and that was all that mattered.
'He walked inside and I showed him to the living room. While he made himself comfortable on the couch, I walked over to the bar and fixed a couple of drinks. After handing him his drink, I sat down next to him. He seemed a little nervous.
' 'Take a drink,' I said. 'You'll feel a little better,' He took a drink and it worked, almost instantly he seemed to relax. 'How was your trip?' I asked.
''Not bad. I'm surprised I didn't crash though. I was racing to get here.'
''What did you tell Aunt Frieda?' I was curious.
''I just said that I had to go out of town on business,' He smiled as he looked at me. It seemed like he was seeing me for the first time since walking inside.
'Although I was horny as hell, we had a whole week-end and I wanted us to take our time. I wanted to see what it was like to have a long fuck whenever we wanted, wherever we wanted. I wanted to walk naked around the house without worrying about being caught. I wanted to enjoy this week-end.
'I looked at Uncle Henry's crotch and I could see that he was sporting what looked to be a tremendous hard- on. My cunt was juicy and I could hardly wait to have it inside me. Finishing our drinks, I looked over to my Uncle and smiled. I asked him if he would like something to eat.
''What have you got in mind?' he asked.
''Me.'
'I saw him jump slightly in his seat. At the same time, a bit of perspiration broke out on his forehead. I looked down and saw his prick making a giant bulge in his pants. I pressed my hand to it and rubbed it against my palm.
''Would you like that Uncle Henry? Would you like to lick my nice, hot, juicy pussy? Here, let me show you.'
'He watched me, his eyes intent, as I stood up from the couch and faced him. Without lifting my skirt up, I reached underneath and pulled down my panties. Smiling, I put my panties to his face and invited him to see what my pussy smelled like. He breathed deeply, the odor making his cock even harder.
' 'Watch Uncle Henry,' I said, and then began pulling my skirt up, higher and higher, until pretty soon I was at the edge of my cunt. Another inch and he would see it.
''Uncle Henry,' I said, 'tell me what you want. I'd like to hear you say it.'
''Carol,' he said, his voice thick with passion, 'lift your skirt up. I want to see your pussy, your nice, juicy, hairy pussy.'
'His words excited me. I love it when people talk dirty to me. So eagerly I lifted the hem of my skirt the rest of the way until, finally, my cunt was naked in front of him. Slowly, I moved my ass back and forth, as if I were standing up and fucking someone. Holding my skirt in my arms, I reached down to my cunt and pulled' the swollen, pink lips apart with my fingers, at the same time spreading my legs, giving him a view of my hard, throbbing clit, all nice and wet with my juice.
''Would you like to lick it, Uncle Henry?' I asked. 'Would you like to suck on my cunt; stick your tongue all the way up my hot, wet hole?'
' 'Oh, yes, Carol, yes. I want to suck your cunt. I want to stick my tongue up the hot wetness of your hole and drink your juice. I want you to piss on me. I want to drink your piss. Oh, Carol, give me your cunt. Give me your sweet pussy.'
'Walking over to him, I stood on the couch, with my feet on either side of him, my cunt right in front of his face. Hungrily, he pressed his mouth to my pussy and started licking through the thick patch of my pubic hair, at the same time, pulling on it with his teeth. With his fingers, he pulled my cunt lips apart and slid his tongue into my hot, wet gash. I moaned as he licked over my throbbing clitoris. I opened my legs wide so he could lick even more of me.
'His tongue was slithering all over my crack, lapping up the thick juice that was oozing from my hole. I moaned passionately as his tongue found my drenched hole
and began to slide up. As he licked my cunt hole, his fingers gripped the soft cheeks of my ass and pulled them apart. Holding them apart, he ran a finger up and down my ass crack and then stopped, the tip of the finger pressing against my ass hole. He started to poke it up and I groaned, half with pain and half with depraved pleasure.
'My ass was tight, so to make things easier, he wetted his finger inside my cunt, getting it all slippery with
