Chapter 4

I think the boys were still nervous about all this. Of course they knew I wasn’t complaining, and they had seen Uncle Bob’s semen running out of Sally’s pussy. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out what had happened down in the cabin. But it was all so sudden. I know you think I’m silly for saying that, what with all the working up to things before we did the ultimate act. But you have to understand that until the moment I took those strong, young pricks into my pussy and let them spurt their young, virile sperm inside me, it had all been more of a game than anything else. We were just being naughty ... up to that point. Now that I’m older I understand how insane that was, to think that kissing and fondling and rubbing against each other naked or almost naked, not to mention masturbating the boys, was just some silly game. I know now that such things progress apace, as nature intended them, whether you think that will happen or not.

So the boys were tiptoeing around as if they were afraid an earthquake might strike at any moment, even though Sally and her father and I were now relaxed and smiling. Being boys, I suppose they might have thought that Sally and I were setting them up for some kind of cruel punishment. In those days more weight was put on the man in terms of controlling such situations. Nowadays the woman is expected to protect herself, and demand safe sex, or make a prenuptial agreement before she lets a man touch her. Even now, though, I can’t imagine that. It would destroy the whole mood. You can’t ... prepare ... for sex and expect it to be anything more than going to the grocery store with a list. “Don’t you dare get anything that’s not on the list! You hear?! We’re on a budget here! We have to plan this all out!” If you do that, how in the world could anyone surrender to the sweet passion that sweeps through you and just melts your whole being?

Anyway, that’s a modern argument, but we’re still talking about what happened back then. Sally and I were unbridled back then, brought like skittish colts to the point where we could be handled and ridden - literally - and loving every second of it. Not that it didn’t have consequences. It did, as you will see. And we knew about those consequences. I won’t make any excuses about not knowing what happens when you let a man, or men, in my case, plunder your pussy, leaving great gouts of potent sperm in your womb. Even at sixteen I was well aware of the possible consequences.

I believe that what happened then was something that we try to keep from happening these days. These days we try to control nature in every single facet of life. Society’s restrictions and machinations affect almost everything we do. If we’re going somewhere, we have to do it the way society says we should. Even at home, in our own castle, there are codes that have to be followed, taxes that have to be paid - even on what you own - and rules you have to follow. Why, for instance, can’t you walk around naked in the back yard on your own property? It’s your place in the world, isn’t it? And yet they make a rule that you can’t! Why? I think it’s simply because the woman next door doesn’t want her husband to see someone who looks nicer than she does. Or, if she were to see my cousin Johnny, tall and lean, with his long hard prick, she might want to sample that prick. Instead she puts up a barrier that will keep her from being tempted. I’ve even heard of some places where other people tell you what color you can, and cannot paint your own house! We move mountains to make flat roads. We build dams to enslave nature’s water. We make hot air cool, and cool air warm in our houses. No one walks anyplace. We have chemicals that stop us from sweating. It goes on and on.

Oh my ... there I am off on another rant. What I meant to say was that, for Sally and me, and for the boys and Uncle Bob, and even for Daddy and Aunt Prudence, we let nature take its course back then. We resisted it a little, but then gave in. Some people would call us hedonists, or perverts - we humans seem to have lots of names for people who break “our” rules.

But, in fact, we were simply human, and let our human-ness, creep out into the sunlight, and sport, and play, and love life. And despite the consequences ... we loved that life.

But you don’t want to listen to the ramblings of an old woman, long grown up from when I was that sixteen year old filly, kicking up my heels for the first time in green pastures. You want to hear about the romps and play of that filly.

The change that day wrought made itself evident that very evening. Uncle Bob did lend me his camera, and when Daddy and Aunt Prudence went out together to “get some tomatoes off the vine before the evening chill could spot them”, I followed secretly. They did go and pick some tomatoes first, which she put in a basket. Then, hand in hand, they stole off into the woods to a small clearing. She dug into the basket again and pulled out a blanket that she spread on the ground.

I got perhaps fifteen or twenty pictures. The lens had a zoom on it and I used it shamelessly. I got a particularly good closeup of the base of Daddy’s penis, almost all the way inside herk, with a ring of white surrounding it to prove his naked prick had shot off inside her naked pussy.

First, Aunt Prudence sank to her knees and made love to Daddy’s cock with her mouth. It was the first time I had seen the whole thing all hard like that. I was amazed at it for several reasons. I was intimately, if somewhat hastily acquainted with the boys’ penises, all of which were uncut, though I didn’t really understand what that meant then. Believe it or not, I hadn’t even paid any attention to Uncle Bob’s penis when Sally rose off of him. He turned out to be uncircumcised too, but I didn’t know that until later.

But my father’s foreskin had been removed when he was a baby, and his penis looked completely different than those I had played with, and which had spurted up inside me. My father’s penis started at a light brown curly bush of hair and then had a noticeable downward bend to it, right in the middle. It was like a banana that had been set to rest on its two ends. The tip was a large purple plumb-shaped knob that looked like it must be swollen and hurting to my inexperienced eyes. His groans would have suggested he was in pain too, except that his face didn’t match that suggestion. He stood with his hands on his hips, bending over backward, and he looked alternately up at the sky, much like Sally had when she came on her father’s prod, and then down at the curly brown-headed woman who was licking and sucking his penis.

I saw her heft his balls, which looked positively huge to me. The boys sacks had been smaller and tighter. Since then I have learned that was because they were in cool water, and their nut sacks drew up. But Daddy’s were sagging down, large and round and hairy. Knowing how much the boys had spurted, I couldn’t imagine what it must be like for Aunt Prudence to have those things empty themselves inside her. While she sucked and licked him and he groaned, she pulled at his pants, getting him to step out of them without missing a lick. He pulled off his own shirt. Then she stopped, leaving him looking saggy with that bend in his prick, and stood up to drop her dress. She wasn’t wearing anything under it.

I got another surprise. Aunt Prudence had shaved off all her pussy hair. Her pussy lips weren’t fat and tight like my own. Hers hung down like two loose flaps of skin. They actually wiggled from side to side as she stepped sideways with one foot. Then she lay down on the blanket and I couldn’t see them any more because her knee was in the way as she pulled them up and reached between her legs. I imagined her fluttering her fingers over those lips. My dad sank down on his hands and knees and he stuck his head between her legs. I heard smacking and sucking noises and she rolled her head back and forth. Her hair was in a loose braid this evening, so I could see her face. She was smiling, her eyes closed, as her hands went to play with the hair on my Daddy’s head.

Then he reared up and kneed himself closer to her. She reached for his bent rod and helped him get it where they both wanted it. He slammed forward and I winced, but aunt Prudence didn’t express any discomfort at all. She heaved her loins up at him and they made a wet smacking-squelching noise as those big balls of his slapped against her buttocks.

I wanted a picture from behind my father, so that you could actually see his penis inside her, but I was worried I had already crept too close and didn’t want to be caught. Then I realized they were making so much noise that my movements through the bushes would probably go unnoticed. So I moved, trying to get the look on her face in at least one of them. That’s when I got the one of his cock in her pussy. Finally satisfied, I stole backwards through the woods until I could run to get back to the cottage.

Uncle Bob’s hands were shaking a little as he took the camera from me and put it in its cradle that was hooked to the computer. The boys and Sally were in the living room playing a board game. We left them there, not wanting a ruckus. The pictures downloaded quickly, and began to flash on the screen in a slide show. He gasped as he saw his sister’s mouth enclose my father’s bent penis, and then again as her lush body was exposed. He leaned back in his chair as he saw what my father was doing to her.

I was standing behind him, and put my hands on his shoulders, caressing him, as he seemed agitated. He swiveled on his chair to face me and I looked down at his lap. He had become erect.

I felt bold. “You want me to do that to you?” I asked. “I’ve never done it before ... but I will if you want me to ... suck it I mean.”

He panted, and his eyes darted here and there. Like my aunt had done, I got to my knees and unzipped him, reaching in to find the hard thing inside. It was difficult to get it out, and he unbuckled his pants so they came apart. Then his prick came out in my hand.

I examined it carefully, comparing it with my father’s. I knew that the skin would move with my hand - it had on all the boys - so I did that and, to my delight, his own big purple knob was now exposed. I leaned over to kiss it and he made a sound in his throat that told me he liked that. Tentatively, not knowing whether there would be taste or not, I let my lips flow over the knob and gave a little suck. There was taste there, but it was impossible to compare with anything I’d ever tasted before. I licked it, like I had seen Aunt Prudence do. But that wasn’t as much fun as sucking on it, so I went back to that. He began to wiggle in his chair.

“Kelly, honey ... lassie ... it will squirt in but a thrice,” he groaned.

I didn’t know whether I’d like that or not. The taste thus far was slightly bitter. But I did know I liked feeling what would come out of that prick up inside me. Sally had been sitting on top of him as he lay on the bed in the cabin of the boat. I decided that his being in a chair was almost like that, so I rose up and lifted my skirt. I had taken a skirt to the boat with me, thinking that he might want to take some pictures of me, without panties, bending over or something like that. So I had nothing on under the skirt, which I still wore. I straddled his hips and looked down, reaching for his prick. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, but finally I got it started and then sat down on his lap.

I never did it that way again, probably because I couldn’t get him as far up inside me as I wanted, and because my skirt fell over us and hid what was happening, and I’d have liked to look down there and see where we were joined as I wiggled all over his lap. It wasn’t very coordinated. My feet didn’t quite reach the floor well enough to use them to raise and lower, so I just wiggled. It felt really good, but not quite good enough to get me an orgasm.

Not so for Uncle Bob, though. He huffed and puffed and I felt his prick swell inside me. Then there was that wonderful warm feeling of his spend spurting and he crushed me to is chest, kissing my neck.

He thanked me profusely, but all I did was grin and tell him it was my pleasure, even though I didn’t get to cum. I had cum more in that single day than ever before in my whole life, and I wasn’t unhappy in the slightest. The only down-side of it was that I had to reach between my legs to seal my pussy closed when I got off of him, and run to the bathroom to deal with the mess as it began seeping out of me.

I know it sounds like all this happened too easily ... too quickly. But our almost orgiastic abandon earlier in the day had done something to Sally and me, loosening some fetter that had lain intact for years, knocking a gaping hole in the dam that had held in the passion we weren’t even aware were bottled up inside us. Once I had felt the wonder of a stiff penis in my pussy, I wanted to feel it again ... and again ... and again. It was a big thing that had happened that day, and it made big changes in the way I thought about things.

Uncle Bob and I barely made it into the living room to join them there, when Daddy and Aunt Prudence came back in with the basket of tomatoes. We all knew where they’d been, and what they’d been doing, but of course no one said anything to them. Sally had been ignoring the boys, other than trying to thrash them at Parchisi, and they didn’t know about what had just happened between Uncle Bob and me. I think they were still on pins and needles, wondering what would happen next.

What did happen next, though the boys didn’t know it then, was that at bedtime Sally and I snuck into the bathroom together and shaved each other’s pussy hair off. We used Uncle Bob’s safety razor and learned very quickly about the value of a new blade. But other than taking longer than we thought it should, it did the job.

That was the result of my report to her as we lay in bed, about the pictures I had taken, and the things I had seen.