“At this point, Sally’s totally naked, and standin’ right in front of both of us, with her legs spread apart. And she’s got a hand on each side of her pussy. And she’s pullin’ it wide-open.
“Then she switches into this weird, little-girl-soundin’ voice, and asks me, ‘Uncle Jerry, would you like to watch me tinkle?’
“And before I could even start noddin’ my head, Sally just starts peein’ all over the floor. I gotta tell you, Carl, that wife of yours really loves to pee in front of people.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s one of the things that I’ve always loved about her,” I said sarcastically to Jerry. “But go on with your story. I wanna hear this.”
“Well, while Sally’s peein’, she’s squirtin’ it out in little spurts, obviously teasin’ her me and her dad, as she’s gigglin’ away like a little girl. And then she says to me, ‘Uncle Jerry, I want you to know that I shaved my peepee just for you tonight. Do you like the way my peepee looks?'”
“‘Oh hell yes!’ was all I could think to say to her at the time. I mean, let’s face it. Sally’s got one of the sexiest-lookin’ pussies that I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
“I know what you mean. As far as I’m concerned, it’s her best feature,” I confessed, not really meaning it as a joke. But Jerry took it as a joke anyway, and chuckled a little bit–which meant that I had to fake-laugh, right along with him. It’s a guy thing, I guess.
“So go on with your story, Jerry,” I insisted. “What happened next?”
“Well, Sally stops her little spurtin’ stuff, and starts peein’ full-force right onto the livin’ room floor.
“And then after she finishes emptyin’ her bladder, right in front of me and Jake, she starts jumpin’ up and down, and splattin’ the soles of her feet in the large puddle of piss that she’d just left on that hardwood floor, while she’s still gigglin’ away in sheer delight, just like a little kid splashin’ their bare feet in the little streams of water running down the road gutters after a good rain storm.
“And pretty soon Jake and I both had little streamers of Sally’s urine runnin’ down our shins. And that felt really strange! Maybe it was because her piss was still warm. I’m not sure. But let’s face it. It’s not everyday that someone intentionally splashes their urine all over your bare legs.”
“No, it’s not,” I agreed under my breath, as Jerry simply ignored me and just kept steamrolling away with his story.
“Then Sally all of the sudden spins around, with her butt facin’ me. And she plops herself down on top of my thigh, with one leg on each side. And by the way, she’s still gigglin’ away while she’s doin’ that.
“And then she starts slowly rubbin’ her wet pussy up and down my thigh, as she says to me–still using her little-girl voice, of course–‘Uncle Jerry, would you please give me a pony ride? Just like you used to do, back when I was little girl?'”
“God, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten such a hard boner so fast in my entire life!” Jerry remarked.
And at this point in Jerry’s story, I could feel my own dick rapidly swelling up inside my underwear. And so I automatically reached down under the kitchen table, by casually dropping my left hand down onto my lap, and I began to slowly and furtively fondle the head and upper shaft of my pants-covered penis.
If Jerry was aware of the clandestine masturbation that was now taking place underneath his kitchen table, he never said a word to me about it. Instead, he just continued on with his story, “Then, Sally all of the sudden reaches around, and grabs hold of my dick, and she says to me, ‘I wanna ride this pony. Not your leg.’
“I looked over at Jake for approval. After all, Sally was his daughter. And Jake’s just sittin’ there, playin’ with himself, and watchin’ us.
“Jake tells me, ‘Well, go ahead and get your rocks off, man.’ And then he says, ‘You can thank me later, Little Brother.’
“And that’s how all our threesome stuff got started. When I showed up at Jake’s house that first time that Sally was back home, visitin’ her dad, I never meant to have relations with her. I swear to God.
“But in the end, that didn’t matter. ‘Cuz Sally went out of her way to do everything she could to make sure that I’d let her fuck me.
“And notice that I said ‘she was fuckin’ me‘–and not the other way around–because she was the one who was on top, and doin’ all the thrustin’. That’s the honest-to-God truth. I swear to you.”
“Oh, I believe you, alright” I said to Jerry, “But did you know that Sally always used to conveniently forget to take her birth control pills with her, whenever she went back home to visit her father? She admitted that to me herself last night.”
“No, I didn’t know that.”
“Well remember that I told you earlier that Sally completely stopped using birth control three months ago, right after you moved into town?”
“Yeah. So what exactly are you gettin’ at?”
“Well, that’s how I know you’re the father of this latest baby. Because back when you got her pregnant, I wasn’t even in town. In fact, I wasn’t even in this damned country! I was away on business, in England.
“So how many times have you fucked Sally in the last three months? 10, 20, 30 times? How many, Jerry?”
“I’m not really sure, Carl,” Jerry eventually admitted, after staring at me with his mouth open for about 15 or 20 seconds. “Sally would come over to visit me just about every other day for a couple of weeks. And naturally, we’d end up fuckin’ every time she came over.”
“Naturally,” I mimicked him, while sarcastically nodding my head in agreement.
But Jerry didn’t miss a beat, as he mowed right through my sarcasm to say, “And then, I wouldn’t see her for a week or two. I assumed it was because she was on her period, or that she had other stuff to do.
“And then all of a sudden–without any warnin’–Sally would just show back up on my doorstep, and we’d start fuckin’ like rabbits again for a couple more weeks,” Jerry said, shrugging his shoulders with a shit-eaten, forced grin on his face.
“But we never ‘did it’ at your house. I promise,” said Jerry. “Sally would always come over my apartment. Mostly during the weekday afternoons, while you were at work.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Carl. I knew that what I was doin’ was wrong. I knew that I shouldn’t be fuckin’ another man’s wife–let alone a woman who happens to be my own niece.
“It’s just that you know how Sally is. Once she puts her mind to somethin’, she always gets her way. Believe me! She’s the one who always seduced me into havin’ sex with her, and not the other way around.”
“Oh, I believe you alright. It’s just that you can always say ‘no’,” I said, clutching at straws, in a husbandly effort to try to somehow defend Sally’s sexually-depraved, openly-slutty behavior.
“Would you have said ‘no’, if you were in my shoes? Especially once Sally pulls her pants down, and starts teasin’ you with her pussy, the way that she likes to do?”
“No. I would’ve done the same thing that you did. ‘Cuz I’m human, just like you are, Jerry. And that’s why I’m not mad at you for doin’ it.
“But I wanna get somethin’ perfectly clear between us right now. From now on, whenever it comes to sex, you’re my bitch! And you’ll do whatever I ask you to do, without any arguing or complaining.
“It’s either that, or I’ll get a paternity test done on that new baby, after it’s born, and let you pay child support until he or she turns 18. So which way do you want things to go, Jerry? It’s entirely your choice.”
“I guess I’ll just have to be your bitch from now on, Carl.”
“That’s good. Now take your pants off, and show me that awesome dick of yours.”
“What?” Jerry asked, obviously not believing the words that he had just heard coming out of my mouth.
“You heard what I just said. Show me your dick now, God damn it!”
“Hey, hey. There’s no need to get huffy about it. I just didn’t know that you swung that way. That’s all.”
“Swung what way?” I asked, just to needle Jerry a little bit.
“You know? That ‘jack-off buddy’ kind of stuff that I was talkin’ ’bout earlier.”
“Yeah. Well, the first time I ever did that ‘kind of stuff’ was last night in the hotel room with Henry.”
“Who’s Henry?”
“He’s the black guy that Sally fucked last night. And I ended up having sex with him too. And now I wanna have sex with you. So I guess I must be a little messed up in the head. ‘Cuz when I saw those pictures of your dick on Sally’s cell phone, they really turned me on. So come on. Show me your dick, Jerry. I’m waitin’…”
Uncle Jerry stood up at the kitchen table, pulled down his pants and his underwear, and then stepped out of the legs holes. Then he sat back down, and leaned back on the kitchen chair, before spreading his legs far apart to let me see his hairy package, in all its naked glory.
“Now play with it, and get it hard for me, Jerry. Remember how I told you before that I envied your penis? Well that’s because Sally prefers your penis over [i/]mine[/i]. She says it stretches her wide-open, and that it feels great to her pussy. I just wanna see this fat dick of yours, with my own eyes.”
Uncle Jerry began squeezing and fondling his short, fat dick, right in front of me. And it didn’t take very long at all before Jerry had his version of a full-blown erection.
“Oh, my God!” I automatically reacted to the sheer size of Jerry’s now-massive, blood-engorged dick-head (which had nearly doubled in size, from its previously non-erect state), along with its equally enormous piss-hole slit, which looked like it just about split the flared-out, mushroom-shaped head of his penis into two equal halves.
“Your piss-hole slit is huge, Dude!” I couldn’t help but remark to him. “I mean, it looks much larger than it did in the pictures on Sally’s cell phone. To be honest with you, it kind of looks like you’ve got a miniature pussy on the end of your dick, instead of a dick-head.”
“Hey, I can’t help it. It’s just the way I’m built,” Jerry said, shrugging his shoulders, and raising his eyebrows to make an “I don’t know why” kind of face at me. “But bein’ a freak-of-nature does have its advantages, believe it or not. I’ll bet you don’t know many guys who can do this,” Jerry said, as he pulled his long piss-hole slit wide-open with the fingers of one hand, and then inserted the pinky finger of his other hand down inside of his urethra–all the way up past his first knuckle–in one, smooth motion.
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