"After about a year or so, Uncle Frank told me that he wanted to start fucking me, but that he didn't want to be the one to take my virginity. I asked him what I should do. And he told me.
"I had been going out with a guy named Bill C-for the past couple of months.
Without actually saying it, Uncle Frank hinted to me that I should let Bill fuck me first, and then he could fuck me without feeling any guilt or anything.
"It all sounded pretty good to me. I had been giving Bill blow jobs in his car and he was really starting to get after me for a piece of ass, you know, a fuck, for the past few dates. He told me that he really dug my mouth on his cock, but he was dying to have it inside my pussy. I kissed Uncle Frank and told him that I would be more than happy to do it if it would make him happy.
"The following Saturday night, Bill came to pick me up at the house. When the bell rang, I gave Uncle Frank a real hot French kiss and told him that I would try not to be too late. He smiled at me and, as I walked towards the front door, said, as an afterthought, I guess, Take all night if you have to.' I turned around and smiled at him, and then opened the door and left.
"As soon as I got into Bill's car, I pressed myself against him and put my arm around his neck. I was hoping that he would find out real soon that I had neglected to put on a bra and panties. I was naked as a jaybird under my dress.
"We went to a drive-in theater that was a couple miles from the house. After pulling into a stall, Bill turned off the engine and we melted into each other's arms. Our mouths met in a hot, wet kiss, our tongues sliding inside each other's mouths. Soft moans of passion came from my throat. I was really looking forward to what would happen later.
"Bill pressed his hand to my breast and noticed immediately that I wasn't wearing a bra. I sighed hotly as he began to knead my soft, spongy mound through the material of my blouse.
"My breath was hot in his ear as I whispered, 'You know, Bill, it would feel a lot better if you unbuttoned my blouse.'
"Bill was breathing real heavy, his tongue still inside my mouth as he quickly unfastened the buttons. My passion was real as I felt his hands squeezing the bare flesh of my tits. My nipples hardened with desire and I could feel my cunt getting all wet and sticky. The car was even smelling like pussy.
"While one of his hands played with my boobs, his other hand darted down to my legs and began to crawl up under my skirt. As he neared my dripping slit, I opened my thighs as far as my skirt would allow.
My breath was coming hot and heavy as his fingers came in contact with the juice matted hair of my cunt, and then he started rubbing the hot, wet meat inside.
"As he rubbed my cunt, I reached down to his crotch and stroked the throbbing cock underneath his trousers. With trembling fingers, I pulled down his zipper. If he thought he was going to get another blow job, he was in for a pleasant surprise.
"I dipped my hand into his fly and pulled out the rigid length of his cock. Slowly, I began to rub it up and down, thrilling to the feel of it growing larger and harder, if that was possible, inside my hand. A drop of clear fluid oozed out of his piss-hole and I smeared it all over his cock head, making it nice and slippery.
"His fingers were going mad inside my cunt, making me gasp with desire each time he scraped over the erect nub of my clitoris. I could feel my juices running down the crack of my ass from my oozing cunt.
"Raising my ass up from the car seat, I pulled my skirt up around my waist and spread my legs wide apart. Bill went absolutely wild. He had never seen my cunt before, and now it was spread before his eyes, all wet and juicy. The thought that someone might possibly look inside the car and see me crossed my mind, but somehow it seemed to excite me even more, rather than bother me. I ground my ass against the car seat while Bill looked on. The action made my cunt even juicier, the swollen red meat glistening in the darkness of the car. I looked at Bill and smiled, running the tip of my tongue wetly across my lips, moistening them with saliva.
" 'Why don't you suck it, Bill,' I said softly, my heart pounding with desire inside my chest. 'Why don't you suck my juicy cunt. It's all nice and hot for you, Bill. Let me feel your mouth on my hot, juicy twat.'
"Bill didn't need to be asked a second time. Bending down, he pressed his lips to my open vagina. I sighed huskily as I felt his wet tongue sliding through the even wetter meat of my cunt. I felt so sexy, leaning back in his car the way I was, with my blouse off and my skirt pulled up around my waist, with Bill hungrily lapping at my twat. With his fingers, Bill pulled the lips of my cunt wide apart, exposing my still virgin hole to
his probing tongue. While he sucked my twat, I massaged my quivering boobs, pressing the fleshy mounds against my chest, while with my thumb and forefingers I pulled on the erect, hard tips of my nipples.
"Hot moans of ecstasy escaped my lips as Bill's cunt-lapping brought me almost to the point of orgasm. I wanted to come, but I wanted his cock in me when I shot my load. If I were to come then, I might not be in the mood to fuck afterwards.
"I didn't want to come, but it was too late to do anything about it. I groaned with ecstasy as I felt the warm convulsions rippling through my cunt, sending my hot load of cream pouring into his sucking mouth. As soon as he tasted it his tongue went wild, sliding through my quivering folds of cunt meat like an enraged serpent, lapping the last few drops of juices from my slimy gash.
"I closed my eyes and sighed as my climax began to ebb. And then I became aware of his still throbbing cock. I was wrong about maybe not wanting to fuck after already coming. Just the feel of his tool in my hand gave me renewed desire. Now I wanted to fuck more than anything.
"I opened my eyes and looked at Bill. I guess he was waiting for me to suck his prick. Now, it was time for the surprise! I asked him if he had enough money with him for a motel. If he was going to fuck me, I wanted to be comfortable at least.
" 'What the hell do you want to go to a motel for?' he asked.
" 'Well,' I said, smiling at him as I spoke, 'if you want to fuck me, I would like to be in a bed at the time.'
" 'Do you mean that you'll fuck me tonight?'
" 'That's what I just said, but I want to do it in a bed.'
"He looked down at my cunt, still dripping with a mixture of my juice and his saliva. It didn't take a second for him to decide. Fifteen minutes later he was pulling into the
W-O-Motel. My cunt was so juicy I could hardly stand it. While he went into
the office to register, I slipped my hand under my skirt and lightly rubbed my twat, trying to ease the burning inside.
"A couple minutes later, he walked out of the office with the key to a room in his hand. He parked the car in front of our door and we walked inside. Bill locked the door behind us while I turned on the lights. It was a nice room, but the best part was the bed. A nice, big double bed, just made for fucking.
"Eagerly, I stripped and threw my clothes onto a chair in the corner. Naked, I fell onto the bed, on my back, and opened my legs wide in an erotic invitation for Bill to join
me."
From the beginning of the subject's narrative, the reader learns that the girl in question is bitter, and rightly so. She received a "bum break" right from the start, being abandoned by her parents and ending up living with her pedophilic uncle.
At the age of eight years old Sally was introduced to sexual abnormalities by her uncle in the form of "spankings" that served as a sexual outlet for him, preceding masturbation.