Fooling Around 101 - Version Alpha
by Lubrican
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Chapter Four
By now you may have tumbled to the concept that trying to teach a
vibrant, young woman about sex ... sort of has to involve ... well ...
sex.
But I was still delusional about that. I kept thinking I
could mediate things ... slow things down ... control the situation.
And, since in the weeks after that, all she did was get me alone to
give me those toe-curling kisses every once in a while, I thought I was in control.
True, those kisses now involved her rubbing her loins against mine
while she kissed me, but that's just instinct, right? She knew
that it felt good to have her pussy rubbed ... so she rubbed against
me. That urge to masturbate when they're very little doesn't just
go away, after all.
And yes, there was more than once when one of those kisses was a good
night kiss, with her in her jammies, which meant no bra, and that
almost always meant she moved my hands under her shirt so I could
squeeze and roll her nipples while she tried to push her tongue down my
throat.
But then she'd just breathe in my ear that she was going to go rub her
pussy until she came, and would be thinking about what my cock might
look like when it spurted.
Did I forget to tell you that part? She reminded me more than
once that she hadn't actually gotten to see it spurt, and that I "owed
her one."
But she didn't engineer it so we were alone for an extended period of
time, or anything like that.
So I was sure all this eroticism was just teenaged hormones flowing
through her veins, and that her curiosity was being slowly
satisfied. And, after all, that was the whole point ... right?
Then Dennis got T-boned by some stupid woman texting while she was
driving. Jill was in the front passenger seat. They were
wearing their seat belts, so they lived, but both of them were
hospitalized with broken bones. Their car was totaled, so I took
Cindy and Mark to see them. Dennis was still sedated, but Jill
was awake, though in considerable pain.
The two kids talked to their mother while I went to get us all
something to drink from the cafeteria. I figured we would be
there a while.
When I got back, they were arguing about what Mark and Cindy were going to do while their mother was laid up in the hospital. Mark was nineteen, and Cindy would be eighteen in six months, so they didn't really need anybody to take care of them. And Mark already had offers from three of his friends' parents to stay with them until Jill got home. I guess bad news travels fast.
What they were arguing about was Cindy staying home alone, which Jill did not like one bit. Being a mom doesn't stop just because you're in the hospital.
So when I walked into the room, Jill looked at me and said, "I want Cindy to stay with you until we can come home."
I should have known something was up when Cindy complained loudly, and insisted she could stay home alone. All that did was make her mother's decision final. Cindy pouted until we got outside the
room. Then she slid her arm through mine and pressed her breast
to my upper arm.
She didn't say, "I can't wait!" but it was all over her face.
We had finished supper, which was grilled cheese sandwiches and a
tossed salad. I sat, looking at her.
"You should feel awful, manipulating your poor, injured mother into
sending you to stay with me," I accused.
"She and the doctor both said they'll be fine. They're banged up,
but that's all." She looked at me with a level gaze.
"Well there's not going to be any hanky panky while they're laid
up. Understand?"
"But it's the perfect opportunity for you to finish teaching me
everything I need to know," she said.
"You probably already know
everything you need to know," I said.
"I keep getting the feeling that I'm a puppet, and you're holding the
strings."
"Nonsense!" she snorted. "I'm just a normal, everyday girl, who
happens to be lucky enough to have a dear, sweet uncle who loves her
enough to teach her dangerous things in a safe way. Every girl
should be as lucky as me."
"Well then you shouldn't have any trouble with taking a little break
from sex school," I said.
"I've aready been taking a break from sex school," she said. "But don't get
all worked up. I'll be good, if that's what you want."
"Good," I said. "That's what I want."
I shower at night, rather than in the morning, so an hour later I was
doing that, when the door opened, and a naked teenager crowded into the
stall with me.
"Save water! Shower with a friend!" she quipped.
"Cindy!" I groaned. "I thought you promised to be good!"
"I'm going to be good," she
said, hugging me from behind, her hands
slipping over my belly to my traitorous penis, which had already
responded to the fact she was there. "Now turn around so I can
practice being good."
I didn't know what she meant until, as I turned, she sank to her knees
and captured my penis in her mouth. Then her hands went to my ass
cheeks and I yelped as she chewed - albeit gently - on my cock, and
then sucked and somehow, to my astonishment, went deep throat on me
until her nose pressed into the brown pubes at the base of my prick.
She gagged and pulled off, coughing.
"Stupid!" I yelled, but she went right back on, and this time, when her
nose bumped into me, she neither gagged nor coughed. Instead, her
throat did something to the head of my penis that no woman had ever
done. Of course that wasn't hard, seeing as how this was the
first woman to take me that deep.
"Oh baby," groaned. "You're killing me."
Her hands kneaded my butt cheeks. Then one of them came around to
lift and fondle my balls.
"Where did you learn this!" I gasped.
She just sucked and did that thing with her throat.
"I'm gonna cum!" I warned her.
Her head movements got a little frantic, and she turned her head,
somehow, making her throat swirl on the shaft of my manhood.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, and put my hands on her wet head.
Now her hands came to my hips and she pushed herself off of me, until
only the tip was in her sucking mouth. I came so hard that my
knees wobbled and I had to lean against the faucets. One of them
turned, and suddenly scalding water broke the mood. I got turned
around and shut the water off completely.
"You're insane!" I panted.
"I knew I could do it!" she exulted, as she stood up. She was
licking her lips and swallowing over and over. "But my throat
hurts a little bit," she said.
"Of course it does, you
idiot!" I gasped.
"It's really different than the banana I practiced on," she said,
leaning up to kiss at my lips. I was still unhappy with her.
Sort of. At least I was trying to be unhappy with her.
"Crystal Woods taught me," she went on. "I've been trying to
figure out a way to get you alone long enough to try it. This was
my first chance, and with you being all grumbly and grown up about
things, I couldn't wait. It's totally different,
though. Not like the banana at all!"
She humped my thigh with her naked pussy. It squelched, so wet
was it.
"Can I have one little orgasm now? Pleeeease?"
"Absolutely not!" I yelled. "And stop pulling my strings!"
"Poor Uncle Bob," she sighed, still rubbing her pussy on my wet
thigh. "You know what your problem is?"
I didn't answer.
"You need to get laid." She grinned, kissed me on the chin, and
then pushed out of the shower.
I should have remembered that she asked for an orgasm and didn't get
one. Maybe my subconscious remembered all those times she told me
she was going to go to bed and rub her pussy. And maybe my brain
got weak, along with my knees as she sucked the spunk from my balls in
the shower.
For whatever reason, I failed to lock my bedroom door.
Who am I kidding. I live in an eighty year old house, with
skeleton locks on the doors. And I've never had a skeleton key.
But I didn't think there would be a problem. Sound familiar?
On the other hand, I'm fairly quick on my feet when I'm motivated, and
when a naked body slipped into bed with me in the middle of the night,
and I woke up enough to understand what was going on, I got my feet
sideways and shoved her out onto the hardwood floor.
It was April, and it was still cold. And while her house was nice
and insulated, mine wasn't. That floor was cold, let me tell you.
She squealed and called me names, and tried to get back into bed with
me, while I defended my turf. Finally it degenerated into a
wrestling match, which wasn't fair at all, because she was naked, and
she kept pressing parts of her naked body against my face, and grabbing
for my dick, which was inside the sports shorts I usually wear to
bed.
Do you know why the old alpha male eventually gets beaten by some young
buck who takes over his harem? Because he gets old and tired,
that's why. And I don't know if elk years are like dog years or
not, but in dog years I was something like 245 years old, so I had
relatively little chance against her. And yes, I know I was
talking about beta males, but it doesn't really matter, now does
it? She outlasted me, and the next thing I knew I had a naked
niece plastered to me, kissing me like she meant it, and putting her
naked knee between mine, so that when she bent her leg her knee came up
to touch my balls. And her hand was in my shorts, and I was too
tired to resist any more.
She finally let me breathe, and sighed, "I love this so much. I've
always wondered what it would be like to be in bed with you naked."
"In bed with a boy naked," I corrected her.
"Of course," she said. "Can I please have my orgasm now?"
"I should throw you outside in the snow and lock the doors," I muttered.
"But you won't, because I suck Mr. John Thomas better than any of your
stupid former girlfriends ever did. Am I right, or am I right?"
"Okay, I admit that," I admitted. "But being in bed with me like
this is a very bad idea,
honey."
"You're so cute when you get all grumbly like that. As if you
might actually try to force me to do something. You're a big
teddy bear, that's what you are."
The cutesie talk was a bit marred by the fact that she was slowly
jacking on my very erect, very un-teddy-bear-like penis.
"Are you on birth control pills?" I asked.
"Of course not, silly," she said. "I don't have sex."
"You're about to," I warned.
She giggled.
So I rolled over on top of her, and gave her that orgasm by rubbing my
hard cock against her naked pussy.
She actually resisted for about fifteen seconds, until she figured out
I wasn't actually trying to get inside her.
Then she put her arms around me and held on while I dryfucked her.
Right when she got her cookies, she whined "I love you, Uncle Bob," and
then started crying.
Like I didn't have enough to worry about.
She finally calmed down. She kept saying, "Nothing!" every time I
asked her what was wrong. I got off of her, of course, but she
clung to me with her hands, and kept crying.
"Something has to be wrong," I said. "You're crying, for Pete's
sake!"
"Nothing is wrong," she said. "Just hold me."
So I held her, and somehow we drifted off to sleep together.
When I woke up, she wasn't in bed with me any more. That worried
me, because the last thing I remembered was her crying. So I got
up, kind of nervous like, and went looking for her. She was in
the kitchen, dressed for school, and looked completely normal.
She was eating cereal ... dry.
"Hi, sleepyhead," she said. "You have nothing in your
refrigerator. We will both starve to death if you don't go buy
some food."
"I eat a lot of meals at your house," I said.
"Then go get some of our food and bring it here," she said. "I
have to go to school."
"You want me to drive you?" I asked.
"No, I called Crystal and she's going to pick me up."
I remembered Crystal's name as the one associated with teaching my
niece how to deep throat me.
"Please tell me Crystal doesn't know who you were practicing with the
banana for," I said.
"Of course not, silly," she said. "I told her I saw it in a porn
flick and didn't believe it was real. She swore it is, and taught
me with the banana."
"You have a reputation as not being willing to fool around, if I've
heard correctly," I said.
She stopped and looked at me. "Who told you that?" She
looked very alert.
"I have my sources," I said, trying to sound smug.
"This is important, Uncle Bob," she said, her voice very serious.
"I need to know who you talked to, and who told you that. This
could ruin everything."
She looked so upset that I just told her. "Dennis told me about
it one night," I said.
She relaxed. "Ohhhh, okay. That's okay, then. Jeez,
if anybody found out I have a thing for my ..." She stopped and
looked startled. "Gotta go. Get something to eat, okay?"
Then she was out like a gazelle.
The first thing I did was masturbate, trying to get every drop of semen
out of my balls. I was working off the theory that if I kept my
balls empty and my prick soft, she couldn't misuse it.
That theory bit the dust as I drove to an appointment, remembering the
feel of her body in my arms. By the time I got there, I had a
hardon again and had to wait for it to go down before I could meet the
client's attorney.
My job is one I made up. I'm a mechanical engineer, and one day
while I was trying to assemble something I thought of a much better way
to design some of the parts. So I drew the designs, made
prototypes, and applied for patents on them. Then I went to the
company and presented my new and improved parts. They sent me to
their engineering department. I demonstrated that what I had
designed was far superior to the originals, and would cut down on
warranty claims. The engineer (who had designed the original
part) told me to eat shit and bark at the moon, but the company lawyer
had showed up to watch, and overruled him. He basically asked
them why the company paid him if he couldn't recognize a better design
when he saw one.
I sold that patent for enough to quit my job and look for other things
to improve on. Since 50% of all engineers graduate in the bottom
half of their class, I didn't have that much trouble. I
didn't always sell the idea. But even that was to my
advantage once. The company got sued, and the lawyer suing them
found out about my improved part that they hadn't bought. He
called me to testify that they could have avoided injuring his client
if they'd have bought my patent. I had asked a thousand
dollars for that patent, and when the case was over, the client gave me
ten thousand.
The point is that I come and go whenever I want. So I had all the
time in the world, while Cindy was in school, to stop in at a
Walgreens and go to the consultation window at the pharmacy. I
couldn't very well ask them if they had something that would kill an
erection for a few hours, so a teenager couldn't make a terrible
mistake with it, but I did have a plan. The guy came to the
window.
"Do you sell saltpeter here?" I asked.
"Potassium Nitrate? I stock a little, in small quantities."
"How much is it?" I asked.
He consulted the computer. "Looks like it's about twelve dollars a
pound. That's the largest size I have."
"Okay, I guess I'll take a pound then."
"No problem." He reached under the counter and brought out a pad of
forms. "Just fill this out and I'll call it in and see if they
approve you."
"Approve me?"
"Yeah, Potassium Nitrate is used in making gunpowder and some
explosives. Our company requires a background check before
we can sell it to somebody. It doesn't take but a minute, once
the form is filled out."
I looked at the form. They wanted to know an awful lot of
personal information. But if it helped me, what the heck. I
filled out the form. He made a call and told them my social
security number and date of birth and some other things. Then he hung up and did
things in the computer. Pretty soon he told me to slide my card, and after I signed the screen, he printed me out a receipt, which he kept.
"Be right back," he said.
He disappeared into the back of the pharmacy and came back with a
plastic bottle that was black and had a label on it. He handed me
that and the credit card slip.
"Here you go," he said. "Just make sure you wash your hands after touching this, and before eating, and make sure it doesn't contaminate any food items. Okay?"
That seemed like an odd thing to say. "Beg your pardon?" I said.
"It's just something I have to tell people. There was this one
guy who thought his wife was fooling around with his best friend.
So he got some to put in the guy's food, because he'd heard all those
stories about the Army putting saltpeter in the eggs at breakfast, and almost
poisoned the guy. Ever since then, I have to give that warning
whenever I sell it."
"So how did the Army keep from poisoning their recruits?" I
asked. "With the eggs, I mean?"
"That was all bullshit. That stuff makes great gunpowder, but it
doesn't do anything at all to keep a pecker down." He grinned at
me, sure he had imparted useful information.
I just wish he'd imparted it before I went through a government background check and paid him.
I dropped by the hospital on the way home. Jill was more
comfortable, and Dennis was awake. She asked for books, and he
asked for me to bring his whole Xbox system to the hospital, including the 27" TV he played it on. I said I'd see what I could do, but didn't tell him I wasn't lugging a hundred pound television set to the hospital, broken leg or not. I'd
bring him some books too.
Then it was home. Cindy was already there. I was mildly
surprised to find her fully dressed. Nor did she jump my bones as
soon as I walked in. So I told her we were going to her house, so
she could mine their pantry, while I gathered up some things for Jill
and Dennis. I figured I might be able to drag that out into an
hour. Then, if I took her out to eat, that could kill another two
hours. If all I had to do was let her give me a blow job and rub
her to get her off, maybe she'd sleep in her own bed tonight.
Well, my guest bed ... but you get my drift.
Of course it didn't go that way at all.
"I can't go with you," she said. "I have a study session with
some kids in my Calculus class."
"Oh," I said. "You need me to drop you somewhere?"
"Larry Richards is going to take me there and bring me back."
"Larry, huh? Have I heard of Larry before?"
"Nope. He's just in the study group."
"So this isn't a date, per se," I said.
She beamed at me. "Are you jealous Uncle Bob? Are you
worried I'm going to play stinky finger with Larry Richards tonight?"
"Of course not," I said. "I mean that's your business, not
mine. Just remember that it can be less than satisfying if you
are with someone you don't have a close emotional bond with."
"Oh, I'm fully aware of that," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Be
sure to get milk."
"Milk," I repeated. "Right."
There was a honk and she put on her coat and flew out the door.
I went to their house and then to the bookstore. I needed something
special for Dennis, and I chose David Eddings. I got him the
whole Belgariad series. If he read the first one, he'd be
hooked. And if he wasn't ... well I hadn't read them in a while,
and when I did, they were from the library. I'd always wanted the
set myself, not to mention the two series that came afterwards.
I took the stuff to the hospital. I told Dennis unapproved
electronics were banned in the hospital, because of the oxygen. A
nurse who happened to be there changing his bandage swore to it, with a
wink, and he took the books. I sat with Jill for a while.
Mark had been by with the friend he was staying with, and I told her
Cindy was fine, and where she was, and that I'd bring her by the next
day.
"You're so good to us," she said, holding my hand.
I don't think I've ever felt more guilty than I did at that second.
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