The Library

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The Library (Closed Hussar73)

Sophomore year is when your parents tell you, "OK young lady, you screwed around last year and we are not paying all this money for you to party for four years." I did party last year but I studied too. School is hard for me. Partying is easy. I am not a hot cheerleader type but I do OK. I am petite, five two with wavy light brown hair over my shoulders and a decent figure, thirty four, twenty five, thirty with a sharp wit and good sense of people. I dated a few guys but nothing really stuck. My old boyfriend at home is still stuck on me and willing to have me but I don't think the life of a grocery store manager's wife is as good as I can do.
It's a Sunday night in October in Virginia and the leaves are blowing and I can imagine the fun being had at the frats but I have a biology test. Yeah, bio, I want to be a doctor. The science section of the library is not empty, never is since all us geeks want to do well, but I know what fun is going on and most of them don't.
I slide my penny loafers off and walk barefooted across the crackling hardwood boards to the water fountain. My jeans get a few looks from the hard up geeks, as does my clinging pink sweater. I head back to my stack of books and try to focus, putting the high times going on out of my mind.
As I am studying the parts of the mouse we dissected this past week a notes falls onto my book. I look at it then around no one is there. I unfold the piece of paper and stare fascinated...

 

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I stared at the paper for a minute in stunned disbelief. It read "Hi Madison, I am here and want you. I need you and I am going to have you no matter what you say. Do not call your mother. This is between you and me. Dad"
She thought she had put an end to this. She had been a bad girl and daddy punished her but that was over. That was last summer. I am at school now, he is happy with me. Her hands were shaking as she thought back to her month in the basement.
"Where is mom? Should I call her? That would just anger him more. She was frozen. It was a long dark walk back to her dorm and all her friends were at the parties. She folded the paper and put it in her back pocket knowing he would want it.

 

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He found the cool night air invigorating after the dry, air-conditioned library. He always felt more at home outdoors, so it was effortless to wait, invisible among the trees and twilight, for the girl to appear at the library's double glass doors and walk down the concrete steps to the paths that led back to the dorms. Her pink sweater was gray in the deepening gloom but there was no mistaking her figure. Not in the least.

The note was intended to disturb her, put her on edge. Perhaps she always walked that quickly, especially on a night that was mostly deserted on a path that took her through greenbelts and stands of oaks.

He let her get 100 feet ahead then stepped out of the trees and followed, making sure to periodically scrape his shoes on the cement, always freezing in place before she turned around, because the eye catches movement before shape.

He easily kept up with her, and even caught the scent of her perfume wafting behind.

He dragged his shoes again, then once more, finally kicked a trashcan. If she had any doubt about being followed, she had them no more.

The path ran under a lamp, and she paused in the pool of light, a mistake because it destroyed her night vision completely. But it let him leer: wind-blown brown hair falling over her shoulders and a figure that made his dick harden. She looked around, in all directions, then walked on.

When he reached the lamp, he stopped, he reached into his pocket and took hold of a baseball in his best split-fingered fastball grip and hurled it ahead, over the girl, where it clattered in the trees and bounced away into the bushes. Again she stopped, looked ahead, left and right, then turned back.

He stood in the light, a ominous figure, then made a dash in her direction.

She fled, into the safety of the campus street and then in infinite safety of her dorm.

The man stopped after about 10 feet, laughed, scratched a match off his thumbnail, lit a cigarette then turned away for home.

One hour earlier ...

"And that's all I have to do," he said, looking at the baseball he'd just been given. "Drop a note into this chick's book and then give her a right scare on the way home. For a hundred bucks. Up front."

"That's right", Madison's dad said.

"Clingy sweater, cute ass. Pity that's all I have to do."

"You touch her and I'll kill you."

 

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"What the fuck, what the fuck" was all Madison could say. She was seriously freaked out. "Who was that?" she thought to herself as she looked into the bathroom mirror at herself. Her green eyes looked nervous as she listened for a footfall or door closing, anything that would give him away.
"Was that dad?" she thought as her brain tried to put together everything that happened. "He did like to play jokes and scare me sometimes but this was a whole other ballgame. This was scary as hell." she thought. Eventually, a geeky girl came in, also returning from the library. Madison had seen her there and knew here name was Lucy.
"Lucy did you just come back from the Library?" Madison asked.
"Yeah, not like I am a frat boys dream?" she said sarcastically as her short black hair with purple tips barely grazed her neck above a black tshirt and black jeans.
"Did you see anything or anyone hanging around?" Madison asked sounding more strange.
"No, why? Did something happen?" Lucy asked looking concerned.
"No, just thought I heard something" Madison said with a smile and then "Good night."
Madison's roommate, Sally, was out and probably would be until tomorrow afternoon partying with SAE's was an all night and usually until just before kick off when they focus on the game instead of the girls. She sat alone on her bed, well more of a cot in these cheap old dorms. The wind blew the big tree outside the window making the security light flicker in the shadows. Madison was otherwise in the dark, fully clothed and door locked, listening.

 

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Sally had been happily bought off with the $100 offer to stay away for the night, something she'd been planning on doing anyway. But since her Dad wanted to surprise Madison with a visit and some quality time, she figured he was getting what he wanted anyway.

Dad stretched out on Sally's bed, made himself comfortable: shirtless, shoeless; watching the trees cast strange shadows as they clawed at the window. These October nights held such a feel of -- anticipation.

As expected, and right on time, Madison burst into the room, swore -- apparently to herself -- moved around, settled down.

She was scared shitless ... this was good.

She was tense, alert, wide awake ... he could wait.

She was fully dressed ... for the moment.

Soon, he knew (and could see this perfectly in his mind's eye) she'd step out of her penny loafers and pull off her sweater.

 

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"OK Maddy you got this. Your just nervous. Just kinda freaked by the shadows and whatever" she said to herself as she began to bite her nails. The light gave her beautiful profile as she watched the light filtering in under the door for any tell tale shadows.
She smirked, then giggled, then laughed. "This is ridiculous. Someone is just messing with me and I bought it" she said getting to her feet. She went to the closet away from the window. She opened the closet door and looked at herself in the mirror hanging on the door totally unaware she was not alone in the room.
She pulled the sweater off over her head and then the t shirt she had on under. She did not have on a bra, although her young firm 34C breasts did not need one. She looked at herself in the mirror making a model like pose with her hair over her face.
She slid her hands down her toned abs to her jeans and opened the clasp and unzipped them and slid them down her legs. She put her things away in the closet then took one more look in the mirror as she stood naked except for her white cotton panties.
She ran her hands up her abs and cupped her breasts as her nipples grew with the attention. She sighed "I should be having fun at the frats instead of hanging out alone in my dorm on Friday night."

 

[Hussar73]

The wind was now gusting, just ominous enough to whistle through the trees, whip branches against the panes and make the leaky windows moan softly. He thought about calling Central Casting and having them send over a banshee to screech outside her window. The wind might keep Madison edgy, a good thing. But too much might dampen the campus-wide parties, or, gods forbid, cause a power outage and send students home early, not a good thing. But the wind stayed slightly menacing.

She was undressing, he could tell by the barely audible padding about in her bedroom. Undressing slowly. Again he drifted back to last year, when he'd seen her strip down to her underwear on a drunken dare. But not past that point, she'd denied him even a flash of what he desired most.

He imagined her sweater coming off, heard the click of brass buttons as her designer jeans hit the floor. She was vain enough to preen in front of that full length mirror, her long legs, flat belly and oh-so-right-sized breasts gave her good reason to. Were her nipples hard? If his mind could make them so, they already were. She said mumbled to herself, something about "needing to get laid".

More footsteps and the lights went out, replaced almost immediately by the blue glow of a smartphone screen, barely visible under the space beneath Sally's door. After a few minutes, that too went dark.

Bed springs creaked.

Ten minutes later he guessed she had crawled under the blankets, done for the night. He reached into a fine leather-tooled satchel, removed a device that resembled a small portable speaker, turned it on and dialed down its range to cover Sally's room and Madison's. It was a late model cell phone jammer, illegal in every state especially Virginia, but easily bought online from a seller who claimed it vanquished gophers. Maybe it did.

He stood up and quietly moved to Sally's door, it swung open soundlessly on newly oiled hinges (the oil can already back in the leather satchel). As he did, he realized the stalking trick was just unnecessary bullshit, exposing a mean streak he knew he did not really have. But she deserved it anyway. He hoped it gave her troubled dreams. His erection made walking uncomfortable so he stepped out of his jeans and underwear.

He stepped into her room, paused and surveyed.

 

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Unable to sleep, still shaken from the follower she laid on top of her comforter. She loved the feel of her body and tried to take her mind off things. She thought her imagination was almost disturbing as she began to imagine the follower was actually a sexual predator. She had always fantasized of a man wanting her so much that he forced her. She of course did this from the safety of her bedroom.
She had had sex but limited by social norms her mother had set up for her during her formative years she resisted most advances.
Her hands felt good caressing her breasts as she imagined being thrown into the shadows and having a man's hands fighting to get an her body. She was soon rubbing between her legs as her mind raced with desire and images. She came quickly wetting her panties a little as the scent of her desire wafted through the room.
She took a few deep breathes then laid her head to the side, closed her eyes and fell off to sleep.

 

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By some trick of the acoustics, he could hear the whisper of her body moving on the comforter covering her bed, then thrashing, the sloppy wet sound of her fingers as she rubbed herself, the muffled moans as Madison came, and, finally, the soft, steady breathing as she slept. The musty scent of sex hung in the air, her pheromones inflamed him.

His senses were on full alert. With satisfaction he saw she had thrown the chain latch on her door, unintentionally locking her roommate out but adding another layer of security against the huge risk he was taking.

She was deeply asleep by the time he crept to her bedside, untroubled by the worsening, and loud wind storm. She lay on top of comforter, half curled up on her side, half hidden in deep shadows and cast by the security light outside.

What he saw made him even stiffen more. Her face still had that post-orgasm sheen, and although her arms were folded over her nipples, her breasts were mostly visible. Her long legs he'd seen many times, but never so intimately. He bent over her soaked panties, swiftly, and inhaled her scent, which made him nearly come. He brushed his lips very lightly on the damp cotton covering her still wet pussy.

His best chance with Madison was to get her aroused before she knew who was arousing her, and let her lust take its course.

Stepping forward, he held himself, guided this cock to her face, touched its tip to her lips, precum glistened as he slowly moved it across and back.

 

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Her sleep was restful at first but then her dreams began. She returned to the walk with her pursuer closing in. She had headed off the path into the woods to hide. She sat crouched behind some bushes. Her mind raced as her dread turned to desire. She heard her followers foot falls in the damp leaves of fall. In her dream he appeared naked now. He was walking towards her and she was drawn to him. He saw her and she watched him come closer and closer. His body was exciting as she watched his hard cock bounce with each step. She had seen a boy do this over the summer, walk towards her naked with a hard on. She did not see his face, focusing purely on his swollen cock. It was larger than any she had experienced. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the hot hard flesh.
"Oh Mike it's so hard" she groaned. "Do you want me to suck it?" her voice sighed with a sexy rasp. The wind had picked up as she knelt in the woods with the man. She was oblivious to everything else as the man moved closer and closer. She could smell him. He was familiar and that excited her more.
"Mike this is so wrong" she sighed as her lips neared the head of his cock. "I am your niece Mike, are you ok with that?" she mumbled.
In her sleep she had brought her hand to the real cock in the room and was brushing her hot wet lips against it mumbling obscene things making the intruders head spin.

 

[Hussar73]

Mike? Mike? MIKE? that little twerp! that assahatted fuckwitted shitheel had his grubby hands all over my Madison molesting her with his pin dick! I'll wring his chicken neck and castrate him with the cat's nail clippers!

But not now. Now called for Total Control of the situation, which suddenly blossomed with possibilities. He was an idea man in his profession. he was paid to think and think fast and, as he casually used one hand to wipe his wet cock back and forth across Madison's lips, he concocted an outrageous plan.

It would require luck on an improbably absurd scale, but, qui audet adipiscitur (he'd read that in a fortune cookie). Madison, he remembered, was tit-deep in new age paranormal loon-grade woo. Indeed, there were such books on her shelves, including a pair on "astral projection" and "soul travel".

Maybe she thinks she's about to astrally give head to that soul traveling worthless piece of garbage, the so-called Mike. By chance, she faced the window, meaning he was silhouetted against the security light outside, his features invisible. In which case ...

... he wondered if she could swallow a load of cum in her sleep.

And with that, he slowly eased his cock past her lips.

 

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Her mouth moved agonizingly slow as his cock brushed her wet lips in the dark room he watched as her free hand slid up to her breast, rolling her stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her lips puckered and kissed the cock being presented. She arched her neck and let it press into her lips as her tongue slid out under it. She sucked on the head gently, still in a dream. Her hand released the cock as it was lodged in her sweet young mouth and moved to her other breast. She began to bob her head in perfect unison with the hips driving the cock into her mouth.
The wind and lightening roared in her dream as she was now naked on her knees with her uncle standing in front of her feeding her his cock. She was confused and turned on and unable to resist. She wanted to look up but resisted as he quickened his pace. She felt his hand on her head as he rocked forward and back.
Her legs were now wide as one hand slid between them and began massaging her precious folds, wet and inflamed with her dream. Her other hand returned to the base of the cock in her mouth. The taste of precum filled her dream and she pulled her head back.
"Mike are you sure?" she asked softly, still clearly in a dream like state.

 

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She melded her mouth to his cock, he cradled the back of her head and they moved together, not an in-and-out thrusting, but a deep-and-deeper penetration. She was hungry, devouring. In the dim reflected light he saw his precum and her saliva freely running down her chin and neck, beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her eyes were closed, tightly, even unnaturally. Even if she opened them, he was still silhouetted against the security lights and she'd see nothing but a dark figure. He realized, suddenly ...

... she's keeping them closed to stay in what she thought was a dream state. She won't open them for fear of "Mike" vanishing back into the Void?, or whatever the woos called it.

Engoreously relieved, he whispered back, in a fair imitation of Mike's voice, "yesssss, Maddy, its alright."

But if he came, as he usually did, in a flood of semen, she'd gag and certainly open her eyes. What might happen next didn't bear worth thinking about.

Her open legs and hands steadily massaging her clit proved irresistible. Again he matched his voice to Mike's and said, softly, "breathe, Maddy, breath" as he withdrew his cock from her mouth, inch by slow inch, until just a tangle of spit and precum connected them and fell across her breasts.

At the same time, he dropped a hand to her hip and encouraged her around to the edge of the bed, so with a quick move he was standing between her open legs, as she lay across the bed. he watched her adjust her lithe body into a comfortable, bracing, inviting position, her eyes closed tightly as ever. Her hand never left her clit, even as he looped his arms across her knees and drew her pussy towards him.

 

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The thunder boomed and lightening cracked as she found herself now on her back, naked in the fall leaves. Her attacker was now her lover and she cooed with happiness.
Unsure if it was a dream or a hallucination from some unknown substance she did not want it to end. It had been a while since she had been with anyone and this was perfect. She was awake in her dream world and began to explore.
"Uncle Mike can I call you daddy?" she sighed with a slight giggle as she turned her head into the faint light. Her hands rose reaching out for her lover, now moments from penetrating her. She pulled her legs back in anticipation.
"Be gentle, it's been a while" she sighed as her hand slid down to the code, wet with her saliva, now pressed against her lips.
"Is this how you make love to my mother Mike?" she sighed brushing the head of the cock against her clit. Her body on fire with lust but wanting to tease him.

 

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Call me daddy ... He wasn't sure if he would castrate Mike or merely shoot off his kneecaps, but he was positive he was going to rattle Madison's ever-so-horny world. For Madison's mother, there would be a day of accounting for her too.

But for now, there was Madison. He wanted to bang in and satisfy his growing and nearly uncontrollable lust. While she was obviously sexually experienced (no one could suck cock like that without a lot of practice), she was also probably tight in the way only a twenty-something can be, and plunging away would certainly jar her "awake" and out of her delusions.

He slid the tip of his cock in, paused while listening her her quick intake of breath, then firmly glided in. He nearly came when he felt her muscles clench, but he had much long and hard work to do and stayed in control

Madison fell in time with his easy strokes, her fingers resolutely rubbing her clit as their pace gradually picked up. Fantasies like hers rarely considered protection, in her mind Mike was riding her bareback, in reality, he was happy to oblige.

He wanted to get rough with her, that meant an unrelenting, ever increasing pace until she didn't know she was being fucked stupid. They reached that state when Madison's legs were over his shoulders and her hand abandoned her pussy to get a grip on the edge of the bed to stay on it. The wet spot underneath wasn't going to make for a comfortable post-coital sleep.

He plowed on. He thought about putting her on her knees and fucking her from behind, but a missed thrust that violated her asshole would bring her to her senses faster than anything else he could imagine.

Madison's orgasm was the cue for him to pop, and they did with a quiet ferocity of grunts and moans, thrusts and counter-thrusts and after wards, he untangled her legs from his shoulders, stayed inside and continued to rock back and forth as she settled down, as long as he remained hard. When he flopped out, she was already "asleep".

Before she curled up under the sheets, his finger caught a drop of cum leaking from her pussy, he touched that to Madison's lips and whispered in Mike's voice that he loved her more than her mom.

Fifteen minutes later he was out the door, the girl finally and actually asleep. He grinned as he thought of the family pool party coming up on the weekend. He hadn't seen Madison in a bikini in almost a year, and Mike would be in for a surprise, a couple of surprises.

 

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The next morning Madison awoke refreshed but strangely sore. The storms had passed and the morning sun was brightening her room. Her bed was soaked and then she remembered her dreams.
"Jesus" she sighed then laughed out loud as her bed was wet from her dreams. "What a dream! I feel like I actually got laid last night" she said as she got up and pulled her sheets into a ball. She was naked and had forgotten all about the stranger following her last night.
"I should go back to sleep" she laughed to herself, "it was better than the real thing." She pulled clean sheets out of her closet and made her bed. She got the dirty ones and got the smell of semen. "What the?" she said as she put her nose closer and realized the distinct smell of a man's cum and sweat in her sheets. Her head spun with weird possibilities until she finally decided she would make her self crazy and it was probably from the first week when that guy, she had forgotten his name, spent the night.
"I need to wash my sheets more often"s he smiled to herself in the mirror. She walked out into the main living area naked assuming her roommate was gone and threw the laundry by the door.

 

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Mike checked his button down collar one last time in the rear view mirror before joining the family festivities, going strong around the pool in this unseasonable warm spell.

He'd be looking for some private time with Lisa, while avoiding her lunatic husband and her horny-insane college daughter who stoked a weird niece-uncle crush. That was better than the husband, whom he thought wanted to murder him. With any luck, one or the other would not be there.

He had no luck at all.

He first saw Maddy, lounging by the pool in a bikini, possibly asleep dreaming, looking satisfied -- perhaps she'd found a boyfriend to keep her honest.

Then she opened one eye and they stared at each other.

 

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The last couple days had Madison thinking about the dream she had. It was so real she wondered if it had been a shared lucid dream. She had read about that, when two people meet on the astral plane. They experience each other as conscious beings but usually write it off to a regular dream. When she saw him walk in she suddenly flashed back to the leaf covered ground int he thunder storm. She had to consciously keep her legs closed.
She pulled her sun glasses down and gave him a subtle "come fuck me" smile. Her mother suddenly stole his attention as she turned to see her father staring angrily at her. She smiled and put her glasses back on and tried to be calm.
After a few minutes her nipples were clearly visible and she could think of nothing but how intense her dream had been with him cumming inside her. She got up and wrapped a towel around herself and headed into the air conditioned house.

 

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Mike could sense some high tension in the air, more than there should be, and approaching Lisa might prove more difficult and dangerous than he thought.

The girl seemed knew about his affair with her mom, but hadn't done anything about it. So she either approved or was at least noncommittal. Which was good, because he could use her to pass on a message.

He gave Madison a stage wink, then turned on his heel and went indoors. A few minutes later, from a window he watched her unfold from her lounge chair. She had inherited her mom's long legs and rack, which her outfit did nothing to hide and everything to enhance. If he were only 20 years younger.

 

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The cold air hit her and she immediately felt her breasts tighten. She skipped the small talk with people in the kitchen and wanted to escape upstairs to the privacy of her room. She made it to the stairs and headed upstairs. At the top of the stairs she saw my uncle Mike.
"Hey uncle Mike" she said as he took her in. "What are you doing up here?" her voice dropping somewhere between accusation and flirtation.

 

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He motioned inside a spare room where they could have a private talk. She stood a little closer than he expected, but she always was a little nutty. Up close, her resemblance to Lisa was astonishing, even to the way she licked her lips and gave that comefuckme smile. Which, of course, must be his imagination or, better yet, he was only thinking of her mom and her lip licking, comefuckme smile. Lisa was probably just as anxious, waiting for him, but where?

He leaned forward, took her elbow, drew her a little closer and said, "I need to get laid, and you can help me."

 

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"Jesus Mike" I said pulling my arm from his hand and looking back as if someone would hear. I was excited for his forwardness and the dampness in my bikini was evidence that was more than ready to help my poor uncle out.
"Right here? In your brother's house? With his daughter?" I said assuming he meant this for me and not my old mother.
Although I had dreams we never had done anything. I had flirted with Mike since I was old enough to know what flirting was. He is younger than my father and a bit of a wild man if the stories I have heard are true, and with this latest request they appear to be.
MY mind raced as images of the other night in the woods, well in my dream flashed and I was well on my way. I took his hand and looked out the doorway down the hall. I then stepped out pulling him with me and ran down to my room. Once he was inside I closed and locked the door.
My room is pink. Let me just say that. I was a girly girl as a kid and my mother is a girly girl and so I have pink walls, pink pillows, pink stuffed animals. The carpet is white as are the sheets. My room does not reflect the geeky pre-med major I am but I know being feminine and girly turns guys on.
"SO Mike, you looking for me?" I say turning from the door "or my mom?" My smirk lets him know immediately I am aware of his affair his brother's wife. I wag my finger "you are a bad boy Mike" as I step around him to the side of my bed. I let the towel drop and sit on the soft pink comforter. His eyes are everywhere, slowly scanning my body like a king choosing the first place to cut into his steak.
I watch his shorts twitch as his cock is obviously impressed with me which gives me a thrill.
"Well?" I ask again expecting an answer or at least to break him out of his droolfest.

 

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Holy macker'l, Mike thought. I knew this girl was a pint -- no, a full quart -- low, but she's coming on to me. What the fuck did I do to encourage that? Not even in his, yes, twisted, imagination did he conceive a roll between the sheets with her. And for once in his life he was an innocent man about to run from a crime he hadn't even committed yet. But this was only worse, because he was in a situation for which no excuse imaginable lay. Any explanation would make things worse and they'd throw him out the window if they caught them.

His mind flashed: The girl must have been quaffing gin and tonic like, like ah... rum and cokes ... I can smell the alcohol on her breath. And she's half naked, practically speaking, about 90% naked. And its a bedroom, her very pink bedroom.

The room reeked of almost-sex: an unmistakable medley of perfume, alcohol, sweat and the musty pheromones. He leered at her (still) covered boobs, she stared a his twitching cock (and his his mind, to background applause and gasps of wonder).

All he could stammer out was, "You ... you.... you... "

Before he could add, "are wrong", the door latch rattled and they both heard laughter just a few feet away in the hallway.

Tongue tied he might be, frozen like a deer in a hunter's spotlight he was not. He grabbed his niece by the waist and hurried her into a small closet, where there was just enough room to stand, her in front, him in back, pressed together, his arms around her stomach, face in her hair, cheek to cheek. He thought about gagging her momentarily to ensure silence, but she seemed to understand the need as two people walked in, still giggling.

One was Lisa, he could tell by her gasps of pleasure and incessant yammering, which he was her response to being pawed. Then the faint rustling of clothes whipped off. Who the man was, he had no idea, but it wasn't him. Maybe Madison knew, he sounded young. A few seconds later Lisa's babbling ("not in my hair") was abruptly cut short, replaced by Lisa's yelping gag, gasps: the wet sound of aggressive oral sex.

Just enough light leaked under the closet door for him to see her expression.

 

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Never did I imagine being in a dark closet with my uncle, rock hard behind me, pressed into my tight ass and my own mother giving some guy the hottest blowjob I had ever heard. The man did not sound like dad that was for sure. I could not help myself as the cocktails and general situation had me literally dripping down my inner thighs. I slid my hand back between my ass and my uncles cock. He could not move and barely contain his objection or was it excitement as my fingers pressed along his sizable manhood.
"So fucking good" came from the man on the end of my mother's blow job and it suddenly struck me, who she was blowing, my ex, Jim. I felt a pang of jealousy but that as quickly replaced with a surge of desire as I felt my Uncle start thrusting against my hand. His hands held my shoulders as I moved my hand and let him lay against my ass. He dry humped me in rhythm with my mother's gasping breathing coming from just behind the louvered door.
I leaned my head back against my uncle's chest as he nearly pushed me out the door with his thrusts.
"OH fuck Mrs Thompson, I am gonna cum" he said. He never got this excited when I sucked him. I was dying to see what she was doing. Note to self to ask for bj tips.
My mothers voice was desperate and raspy as she spoke and caught her breath, "Yes Jimmy, yes cum down my throat baby" punctuated with the sound her her moan disappearing as Jimmy filled her mouth.
"OH fuck yes Mrs Thompson, so much better than Maddy" he said. I wanted to scream but then I realized Uncle Mike was throbbing like he was going to cum against my ass in his own shorts.
Listening to them was so erotic I was so turned on. He moaned with each ejaculation and she moaned swallowing it all. Then my mother took charge.
"Jimmy wait here a few minutes then come down, and I don't need to tell you this again but this never happened." The door opened and closed and it was just Jim and me and my uncle hidden in the closet.

 

[Hussar73]

Heh.. her ex boyfriend, Mike knew, sure as shi'ite he knew, by the way she trembled in anger, all for a second, possibly three.

His problems were, literally and figuratively, mounting.

The kid outside ... just dozed off. They could hear his light snoring. Lisa really was that good, but unfortunately this was not the place for anyone to bask in the afterglow.

Madison was grinding her ass into Mike's cock, which was responding inevitably. Ass fucking his niece in the closet wasn't any better than bouncing all over her sheets, and for the handful of people who wouldn't believe that the anal sex was accidental, namely her father and brothers, the trip out the window wasn't getting any shorter.

He'd decided not to encourage her, but not exactly discourage her either. Then he noticed his hands had somehow found their way under her bikini top and were vigorously massaging her boobs and tweaking her nipples.

He had no intention of going past this awful point. But he knew that he dare not walk outside this closet with a wet, or gods forbid, a cum stain on his pants. The idea of rubbing against his niece's bikini bottom wasn't a happy option either, the friction would be painful.

But her naked ass would be whole different feel.

She was lost in the tit massage she was getting, and so didn't notice that he was able to take down his pants and her bottom at the same time.

A moment later she gave a quiet yelp when his stiff cock plunged between her ass cheeks.

The closet door, which never clicked closed, creaked as it opened an inch. Madison was actually leaning too far forward, trying to guide his cock in from behind.

This was not in the plan.

He was going to get out and if the cost were her continuing frustration, it was a small price to pay. Instead of her ass cheeks, he imagined getting a two-way hoover from both Lisa and Madison and blew his load immediately, spraying cum on her lower back and down her ass crack.

At the same time, he grabbed of her her coats from the hanger behind him, threw it over his head to cover his face, thrust Madison out the closet where stumbled once and planted herself on her sleeping ex boyfriend.

He didn't see Mike as he dashed out the door, down the hall, to the safety of a back door leading out to the law. So the coat disguise wasn't even necessary.

Jimmy found himself with a handful of ex girlfriend who jumped him out of apparently nowhere.

He instinctively rolled her underneath him, noticing but not knowing why she was already so wet down there.