"I think I know where Wendy is, I'm going to get her."
"Oh, thank you dear," Suzie replied, noticing for the first time how really attractive Mike was. He looked quite a bit like his uncle, only much more sensitive and considerate.
Mike made his way carefully along the path to the old Teahouse, he peered into the window to see if Wendy was still inside and the sight before his eyes made his freeze with horror. For one moment the young boy thought he was losing his mind and he had to swallow a cry of distress, there on the floor was the lewd vision of his uncle and his girlfriend, entirely naked.
His girlfriend, his tender, young, virginal girlfriend Wendy lay with her legs upraised and holding on for dear life to his uncle. He felt mortally wounded, as if he had been stabbed in the heart… and yet… the strangest thing was happening… his penis was throbbing, swelling in response to the sight before his eyes.
Mike found himself identifying with his uncle. It was he, Mike, that was naked and plunging his cock into Wendy. He could almost taste her lips and tongue and feel the soft warm slit of her vagina as he fucked her, as he drove his blood-pulsating penis into her cunt.
Wendy's legs were opened wide and Russ Redford was driving her like a truck. He was fucking her as fiercely as he knew how, sucking her pink pulsating nipples, his lips wet with the remembrance of her warm clitoris. As Mike watched he lost all sense of self control, he knew he should leave but he found himself rooted to the spot, he couldn't, he just couldn't – and wouldn't. He felt his penis aching to be touched and as his hand slid down inside his pants, he groaned. Yes… ah, baby, give it to me, that's right. Holy shit! What was happening to the world, his very own uncle fucking his very own thirteen year old, Chinese girlfriend, and he was watching!
The boy watched them as they thrashed nakedly on the floor in wild abandonment. His body burst in lustful excitement as he grasped his cock tighter and began rubbing it back and forth. Its head rearing up, desire trembling on its bulbous head. He groaned as he slid his hand up and down its slippery surface.
Suddenly he heard his uncle's voice cry, "I'm… I'm going to cum… I'm going to cummmmmm!"
"Ohhhh… Aaaagggghhhh," he heard his young girlfriend moan deliriously.
"Cum… with… me… Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!" Mike's uncle cried as the young girl arched and bucked up against him.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted rhythmically…
"Uuuuuuummmmmmmaaaaaahhhhhh!" Wendy and Russ were totally caught up in the frenzy of their orgasms and Mike outside watching began to jerk and twist in total orgasm too. His body writhed as if in unison with the couple on the floor and his lustful penis jerked in shattering spasms. Mike closed his eyes and surrendered totally to the experience of his body, he was coming, ah! He was going to cum, he felt the earth shake beneath his feet as total orgasm took over his entire frame. Then suddenly the white semen erupted from his pulsating cock, he pumped and pumped and salivated at the sight of his cum oozing out over his hands, he worked until every last drop had been released.
Mike quickly came back to his senses and zipped up his fly. He took one last look into the window, the naked couple with ecstasy written all over their faces were collapsed upon each other in an obscene heap. His eyes still bulging from his head, the poor, confused boy turned and fled along the path to he didn't know where.
He fled down the path, his mind racing in a thousand directions. His whole world which until today had seemed pretty much in order was now collapsed. He couldn't go back to the dining room, he couldn't face his uncle and Wendy, where could he go? What could he do? He blushed violently when he remembered his own actions at the window of the Teahouse, he felt so sick and wanted to vomit, but he knew that he couldn't. Maybe he'd take his uncle's car and drive into town, go to a movie or something… anything to take his mind off this evenings terror. He reached in his pocket, two bucks shit! Not enough to go anywhere with. Oh… he felt so terrible, who could he talk to…
Madame Wong, right… he'd go to her, she was older she could help him. Oh God! No… not her, she'd go to the cops and then there really would he trouble. Sweat began to break out in tiny beads on Mike's forehead, in his mind's eye he saw all the kids at school laughing and jeering at him. He couldn't bear the shame, they'd say obscene things about him and Wendy, they'd just drag her through the mud like she was a piece of shit. They'd taunt him with his jacking off, they'd know somehow they'd know. He was in such a panic he felt he'd tell everybody about what he'd done and seen. It would be in all the papers, there'd be a court trial. Oh God! Who could help him… what could he do… where could he go? He began to sob uncontrollably now and suddenly he knew that even if Madame Wong was an uptight bitch, he'd have to talk to her. She was a woman and she would know what to do. Women always knew, his mother had always known what to do, dear God, if only his mother were still alive, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't have been left with his dirty, rotten, sex-maniac of an uncle.
When Mike began to think about his uncle he started to break out in a cold sweat again, how could he possibly live with him after this night. He'd have to get his own place now. His own uncle making it with his very own girlfriend – holy shit! What a bummer.
Mike had been stumbling around the path having little or no idea of where he was going. In his confusion he hadn't noticed which way he was headed when he left the Teahouse and now he found himself on the deserted beach, the moon was just rising in the night sky, the ocean looked so inviting. At least he knew what to do right now, he'd cool off in the water and then decide what to do. A good swim always cleared his thoughts.
It was a warm evening with the slightest of breeze, it almost lulled him right into the ocean. It felt good on his body, he took a few deep breaths and he plunged into the foaming water. With each stroke he felt better, his manliness seemed to return and his self-assurance too. The water felt so good on his naked young flesh and he gave himself to the ocean with all the vigour he could muster. Yes… ah… yes, his troubles seemed to wash off him with each strong stroke.
Suzie Wong had not been really worried about her niece Wendy. Quite a few times since they had arrived at the hotel she had missed dinner, she was actually quite slim and lovely but as with so many young girls of her age she felt she needed to diet, it certainly wasn't harmful to miss a meal anyway, thought Suzie. The older woman was feeling lonely, the event of the afternoon had really taken its toll on her emotions and she felt she needed to get away from the hotel for a while. She was quite troubled too at the realization that young boys really turned her on more than mature men and that in actual fact her sexual fantasies centered around them.
The moon had arisen already and there was quite a lot of light on the beach, it was a warm balmy evening and Suzie stretched herself on the sand and looked up at the stars. Why weren't things the way one wanted them in life. Why was she such a lonely, misunderstood woman. Suzie looked out across the ocean and noticed something moving out there, it was someone swimming and he was swimming towards the beach… then standing, walking out of the water.
It was Mike, Russ Redford's nephew… naked… Oh God! What a gorgeous body the boy had, his muscles were gleaming in the moonlight… his body so young, so inviting.
Oh dear what was she to do, her body was already responding to the erotic thoughts in her mind. She wanted to escape from them but just didn't know how. She quickly took a drink from the bottle of wine she had brought to the beach in an effort to quell her thoughts.
Mike walked over to the place where he had left his clothes and Suzie watched his beautiful young body slide into his jeans, she noticed the curve of his muscular arms and wanted to run right into them. God, he was beautiful, she thought.