Chapter 173: Tall drink of water 010

"Freaky?" Joyce asked. "I know. A lot of guys showing me their dick telling me to dump that guy I'm in the movie with, and some of them complaining that I'm a big nosed geek. Here - this guy says that I'm so ugly he wouldn't fuck me with somebody else's dick."

"She ain't gots no tits?" Don read and roared at the illiterate who then signed his name 'Kieth'.

"Kept me from getting a big head," Joyce admitted, and before she left Muffin's Mailbox she found her favorite and read it aloud.

"My husband wants me to give you a massage. Get you all nice and oily and rub my jugs over your precious little breasts, and then have you sit on my face so I can lick your tiny pink asshole while my husband puts his very thick 7" into your sweet honeypot. Then after he comes I'll suck his seed out of your pussy. If I miss some and you get pregnant we'll have you move into our house and we'll all raise our baby."

"Astrid even left her email address for you," Don observed.

"Pass, but at least their defiling of me was nicely written," Joyce commented.

"is there a pubic hair anywhere on this site?" Don asked as they skimmed some other sections before they logged out.

"I don't think so."

"Not for me," Don said as he wrapped his arms around his niece and hugged her tight. "I confess to having a fetish for small breasted women..."

"Flat chested ones too," Joyce interjected as her uncle's hands reached around and massaged the swells.

"That too, but I also like a nice bush down below."

"That I have, in spades," Joyce noted.

"Before we put this to rest forever," Don asked. "Whatever happened to the teacher? Did you dump him?"

"Yeah. The next time I saw him after those pictures showed up on the website and he showed them to me, when I got to his place there were a couple of other people there. A frizzy haired redhead about my age with gigantic tits and this big black guy who looked like King Kong. Mr. Arthur tells me that he was so happy with the way things turned out with the other pictures that he wants to take some more with his friends," Joyce explained. "I flew out the door so fast you wouldn't believe it. Lucky for me my report card was already out. Haven't seen him since and he finally stopped calling me"

"And that perv's loss is my gain," Don said. "As for the website, Muffin's Playhouse gets an A+ for me up until the camera goes below the waist."

"And a razor will never go down there again, I guarantee you," Joyce said as she was brought away from the computer and deposited on the bed.

"Thank you," Don said as he climbed up over his niece, pinned her arms down over her head and smothered her breasts with affection before sucking on the swollen nipples and nibbling over to Joyce's cavernous armpits. "And if you don't ever shave these that's fine with me too."

"Ooh!" Joyce cooed as her Uncle Don kissed his way through the valley of seedlings. "Sometimes in winter I let them go for a while, but you won't believe how hairy they get. What do you say to that?"

"I say that I know what I want for Christmas, Don said as he brought his manhood into the lush forest and slipped the head between the moist labia. "I want you."

The End.

That Which Sleeps, Lies

She feels him there, pressed behind her body in the dark, though she cannot see him. His touch is harsh and raw, the touch of jagged bone and rough skin. The heat radiates off of him, and the smell of sex in the room suffocates her every thought. Neon blue leaks through the blinds that are too small for the windows, bathing the room in a strange light; it is not a home, but a room built on empty walls for empty people.

He stirs behind her.

On her neck, she feels his breath. It is sensual, engaging—but the more relaxed she becomes, with the passion faded and the senses clear, the more she notices where she is: an unfamiliar place, with these unfamiliar walls and with his every breath, the realization strikes her: it is a mistake.

It is a mistake.

With her free hand she closes the blinds and the room fades from lit to dark, from the unfamiliar to the unknown. She could be anywhere now, and those hands and that body, anyone's. Still, she feels his breath on her neck, and knows whose it is. It is the wrong person. And yet, somehow, in the dark, it is softer now; somehow, more sensual.

Lying in his arms, his body still against hers, she turns and faces him.

She cannot see him, only feel him. And she feels the happiness that his presence stirs within her. She feels warmth and a strange sense of belonging in his arms. Her hands explore his body, naked and bare. She can feel the strength in his shoulders with her right hand and the rugged features of his face with her left. She cannot remember the colour of his eyes as he stirs again in the darkness, though she can feel them opening and upon her.

He moves a hand across her back, his touch sending ripples of electricity across her skin. She moves a hand down his chest, as he presses his body harder against hers, offering himself to her. Even in the darkness, she can feel his eyes on her, intense and warm as ever they were. Her hand reaches beneath his bare waist. He is already hard, waiting for her soft touch.

His hand strokes the skin on her side. He knows how good it feels for her when his hands slide down the sides of her body, moving ever further down until finally they stroke her in just the right places ... but he does not give her what she wants, and instead all she can do is bite her lip—the anticipation mounting. His cock throbs in her hand, as she strokes it. She is far too gentle, her fingers barely touching him. But the way his body reacts to the promise of her touch, excites her, and what is slow and cruel quickly becomes fast and pleasuring. He cannot help but moan as she loses herself in the pleasures of his body.

She wants to feel him now. She wants to feel the entirety of his body deep within her; wants to moan and scream in the way that only he can make her and it makes her pleasure him more—but the more she pleasures him, the more she wants him. He is so hard, in her hand, and her own body, so wet. The passion wells within her, and he can feel it. It would be so easy now, for their bodies to find each other ... and so incredible.