Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Fifty Shades of Silver Hair and Socks - Chapter 8
"What are you doing, Silver?"
I lift the toilet seat like a gentleman and relieve myself.
"Are you peeing?"
"Yeppers. I was trying to hold it because, you know, once you break the seal ..."
"And, I can't believe you brought a gun here."
"You threatened Eric."
"Truth be told, your kind Uncle M simply bribed him with a movie print."
"Ugh, The Wizard of Oz, no doubt."
"Very perceptive, Lovergirl. You see? I do my homework too."
I shake twice and dab the tip with a sheet of TP. Bea has somehow managed to free her right arm. Her wrist is chafed. Serves her right.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"You didn't flush, you pig."
"The Rules clearly require me to give samples. I'm one-fourth of the way there. Help yourself when I leave."
"Hmm, now, what other samples are required? That's right, saliva."
I crawl up from the foot of the bed, reach under her right thigh with my gloved left hand, and gently tug at the top of her glistening cock holster with my index and middle finger vibrating as they straddle her clit. I dive in tongue first as she grabs my hair and steers with her free hand. In mere minutes she arches into orgasmic bliss.
"That's one orgasm and two fluids. I'm almost there."
"Almost where, Uncle M?" Bea asks as she relaxes in the afterglow.
"I have one very hungry Kindle, my love. That Amazon gift certificate is two orgasms from being mine. There's a new erotic series I'm dying to read."
"Now, for that third fluid."
I reach into my satchel, pull out a silver condom, unroll it down my average-sized penis, kneel in front of her, and slide myself in only a tiny bit.
"Shall we play 'Just the Tip,' Lovergirl?"
"No, Uncle M, I need you to fill me," she begs as she grabs my hip, trying to pull me in.
"Answer one question and I'll give you all my lovin'."
"What's the story with your Uncle Tomas?"
"Oh, Jesus. I'm going to kill Eric."
"Tell me," I order as I withdraw a bit.
"You might not like it, Uncle M."
"OK. He took my virginity."
I withdraw entirely and try to process what I just heard. Kind of creepy; kind of gross; kind of hot, actually.
"That sick bastard! I hope that fucker is in jail."
"Mmm, stop swearing and do me!"
"How old were you?"
"Eighteen and, actually, we were in love. He's not a blood relative, Silver."
"It's still twisted."
"Yet you seem hard as a rock."
She's right. Why does this turn me on? Yuck! Someday I'll meet this man and make him pay, but right now I'm her uncle. I enter her fully as she arches in joy and comes again ... and again, this time with me. I lie on top of her kissing her neck as she caresses my head and shoulders. I pull out, push myself up, slide off my condom, place it on the nightstand, and smile.
"Well, Lovergirl, that's at least three orgasms, three fluids, and one gift card for Uncle M."
"You're one fluid short."
"What? Blood? You don't think I'm actually going to leave you a blood sample, do you?"
"No. I'm going to take one."
I catch a glimpse of her right hand as her fist crashes into my jaw then, lights out.
(a bloody mess ensues)