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.
