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    Natalie Portman, The Florence Nightingale Effect

    This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it
    for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's
    good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used
    in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not know Natalie Portman,
    Benjamin Millepied, or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and
    appreciated so you should feel free to share.

    Story Code: Anal, Blkmal, Exhib, Finger, Inc, Mast, MF, Oral, Reluc, HJ,

    Natalie Portman, The Florence Nightingale Effect
    By Muhabba

    Natalie couldn't help herself as she reclined in her hot bubble bath. The tub was built to
    easily hold two people and her slender body was nearly swimming in it as she ran her hands
    across her small chest. She cooed slightly in pleasure as her fingertips toyed with her hard,
    sizzling nipples and she smiled wickedly to herself. The temperature of the water, the
    candlelight, the soft music playing, everything was perfect to help put her in the mood for her
    husband as he squeezed her small breasts playfully.

    A moan escaped her pink lips as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the wicked pleasure her
    fingers were giving her. She hadn't seen her husband in two weeks due to his job as a Creative
    Management Agent and she giggled to herself at all if the pleasurable things she had planned for
    them tonight when he got home. As one hand squeezed a small tit more firmly her other hand
    slowly traveled down her slick body to the now burning juncture of her slender thighs.

    Benjamin was supposed to be home in a few hours yet and she had planned a very special
    evening for them both. Her fingers toyed with her small, heart shaped pubic hair that she had
    trimmed earlier before caressing her wet, slick, bald labia. She pinched and rolled a erect
    nipple with her fingertips as the fingers of her other hand massaged her needy cunt. She
    giggled at the thought of calling her vagina a "cunt", such a naughty thing for her to do as she
    slide her middle finger into her hot, tight pussy.

    Natalie moaned in pleasure and arched her back as she penetrated herself, her thumb
    slowly circling her erect clit as she masturbated slowly, softly, lazily enjoying the things her sinful
    fingers could do to her. Her breathing became more erratic and ragged as she slid another
    finger into her tight hole, stimulating her G-spot as she began grinding her pussy against her
    hand.

    A wicked giggle slide over her face as she wondered what her fans would think if they new
    that Natalie Portman was a masturbator. It was such a nasty thought and sent a shiver up her
    spine as she groaned out in pleasure. "Would it cause a scandal?" she wondered as she began
    plunging her fingers faster into her burning pussy.

    Natalie chewed her bottom lip as she imagined the paparazzi following her around trying
    to snap pictures up her dress or down her top. Or the fan's sneaking around trying to look into
    her windows to watch her undress or in the shower, lusting after her. She imagined them at
    their homes, alone in the dark, their hard pricks in their hands as they jacked-off over pictures of
    her. And surly some of those fan's were women, toying with their nipples and pussies just like
    she was doing right now. The water in the tub began sloshing out of the sides as her hips
    bucked uncontrollably and she felt herself about to orgasm.

    Natalie took a deep breath, her small tits breaking the surface of the bubbly water as she
    slid her fingers out of her churning vagina. "Better save that for Benjamin," she said with a
    giggle as she waited for her legs to stop trembling. "Too bad, that was going to be a good on,"
    she thought as she slowly got out of the tub. The began toweling herself off, spending a bit of
    extra time on her breasts and pussy, before walking naked into her bedroom.

    She already had her dress picked out, a slinky black number with spaghetti straps and
    almost indecently short over her knees, it was her lingerie she couldn't decide on. She tried on
    the matching pair that she thought would work the best, a sheer black bra and thong. The bra
    did wonderful things to her small breasts and clearly showed her hard nipples and the thong fit
    snugly against her hot vagina and the strap sank between her tight ass-cheeks. As far as she
    was concerned her best features were her wide brown eyes and chestnut colored hair but
    Benjamin thought it was her pert ass. "But what will he think if my panties are all wet because I
    was touching myself in the bathtub?" she wondered playfully.

    "Oh, this is silly," Natalie giggled as she decided to keep the lingerie and finish getting
    dressed. She put her long, chestnut colored hair into a loose bun and looked at her reflection
    in the mirror. "Oh, Benjamin, you're in for such a good night," she said naughtily as she went
    into the kitchen to get everything ready for her romantic night.

    Natalie started getting the meal she had ordered ready and lighting the candles before she
    was startled by a knock on her door. It was far to late for visitors and Michael wouldn't knock
    on his own door so it must be a stranger. A surge of fear went through her body as the door
    knob started rattling and she heard muffled voices from the other side of the door which all of
    the sudden didn't appear thick enough to protect her from an intruder. She started imaging all
    the things a home invader would do to her, all the vile, disgusting things she saw on the news.

    An image of herself flashed through Natalie's mind of a lone gunman forcing his way in at
    gunpoint, tying her up using her slinky black dress, slowly cutting her out of her lingerie, and
    raping her repeatedly, her body helpless as he used her mercilessly. Another image flashed
    behind her eyes of multiple intruders raping her repeatedly one at a time and then all at once,
    filling her completely with their thick, hard, throbbing dicks. "But what if one of them is a
    woman?" Natalie began wondering before squeaking in shock as the door opened.

    "Benjamin! What are you doing scaring me like that?" Natalie asked as her husband
    shuffled inside, "And why are you knocking in your own front door?"

    "Just trying to give you a heads-up," Benjamin said as he opened the door wide and began
    pulling an older gentleman inside.

    Looking at the older man, Natalie tried to remember how she knew him. "Is that your
    Uncle Norman?" she asked. She hadn't seen him since her wedding and she remembered him
    as being kind of creepy and unsettling. His beady eyes had seemed to just crawl over her body
    every time she caught him looking and he didn't even have the decently to look away or act
    embarrassed, he had just smirked. "What's he doing here?"

    "He's sick, sweetie, and there's nobody in town to look after him," Benjamin said, hoping
    his wife would understand.

    Natalie stomped her foot and huffed before putting her fists on her slender hips. "He's a
    grown man, he can take after himself," Natalie argued.

    “But he's sick," Benjamin whined as he helped his uncle to the couch. "Plus, I'll make it
    up to you, sweetie," he said hopefully.

    Natalie crossed her arms under her small breasts as Benjamin began taking his uncle's
    bags into the guest bedroom. "And how's that?" she asked, still fuming. "Plus, I only made
    enough dinner for two."

    Benjamin came back into the living room and smiled sheepishly at his beautiful wife.
    "That, ah... that should be enough, really," he stammered.

    Natalie looked at her husband in confusion before realizing that outside of his uncle's bags,
    Benjamin had no other luggage. "Where's your clothes and stuff at?" she demanded.

    "I, ah... I, ah, I got called to an emergency meeting," Benjamin said softly, hoping that
    would mean Natalie wouldn't be as mad. It wasn't the most logical of reasoning but it was all
    he had as he began lifting his uncle off of the couch.

    "No!" Natalie said as she followed her husband and uncle-in-law into the guest bedroom.
    "Absolutely not. You are not leaving me alone with your sick uncle for God knows how long!"

    "I've got no choice, honey," Benjamin said as he laid Norman down and began covering
    him up. "And if I don't leave now I'm gonna miss my flight," he said as he moved in front of his
    angry wife. "I'll make it up to you, I swear. I arranged my schedule so that after I get back I'll
    have three weeks off. How's that sound?"

    Natalie stood in the middle of the room pouting with her bottom lip stuck out. "And no
    cell phone?"

    "No cell phone," Benjamin said with a soft smile.

    "And you'll wait on me hand and foot," Natalie said with a small smirk.

    "Yes, dear," Benjamin said with a light kiss to his wife's forehead. "Now I've got to go. I
    love you," he said as he walked swiftly out of the room.

    "Love you too," Natalie poured as she watched her husband leave.

    Natalie looked down at Norman who was snoring loudly, his white hair mussed and his
    wrinkled face unshaven. "Well shoot," she muttered as she shrugged in defeat before heading
    into her bedroom. She stripped naked and threw on a comfy pair of thread-bare panties and
    one of Benjamin's old T-shirts and then headed into the kitchen. Still a little upset she didn't
    bother trying to eat and just collected the food and put it away into the refrigerator before
    cleaning up the rest of her romantic evening and putting it away.

    To worked-up to head to bed yet, Natalie started on the next days chores and gathered her
    and her husband's laundry and threw them into the wash. She went into the guest bedroom to
    see if Norman had clean clothes and discovered that while the clothes could be considered clean
    they reeked of cigar smoke. Throwing her hands up in frustration she threw his bags in the
    laundry room and looked in on him. She threw back his covers and found that he was a sweaty
    mess. "Dang it, Benjamin," she muttered.

    Tying her hair back, Natalie started stripping Norman of his clothes. She started with his
    grimy soaks and then his stained T-shirt, throwing them in the small laundry basket she had
    brought. Her nose wrinkled at the disgusting part where she had to take down his pants but
    when she managed to tug them down to his mid-thigh she stood a step back and said, "Whoa."
    Her husband's uncle or not, he was hung. Hung much better than Benjamin as a matter of fact
    and she blushed in embarrassment at the sight of the older man's bulge. "So much for trying to
    imagine what Benjamin will look like when we're older by looking at his relatives," she thought
    with a giggle.

    Natalie felt her blush of embarrassment change into a blush of something else lower in her
    body and quickly covered the slumbering man back up before removing his pants from under the
    blanket to save Norman some dignity. And maybe herself as well. With her panty covered ass
    high in the air, she fished around underneath the covers until she found what she though were
    his pants. As her hand grasped something large and soft she wondered if Norman had left
    something in his pockets before the object throbbed and began to grow larger.

    It took Natalie a moment to realize that for all intents and purposes she was now
    accidentally jacking off her uncle-in-law and she shrieked with disgust and pulled her hand out
    from under the blanket. Her eyes became wider as the blanket began to rise up in the center
    with Norman's erection. "Oh my," she gasped softly as the tent continued to rise proving
    exactly how much more well-endowed he was than his nephew. She couldn't exactly tell how
    long the hard penis was but he was definitely larger than average.

    Natalie stared at the bulge in her blanket, unaware of exactly how long she was staring,
    "Oh, this is ridiculous," she whispered to herself, "We're all adults here." She walked
    purposefully to the foot of the bed, her eyes locked onto her feet. She pulled the blanket up
    and grabbed the wadded pants and pulled them free before placing the blanket back.
    Unconsciously she stole one last glance at the tented bed before walking quickly back to the
    laundry room.

    -----

    Natalie woke with a start and a pinch in her neck. From her over stuffed chair she looked
    around the darkness and tried to remember where she was. The last thing she remembered
    was folding laundry and looked down. The basket was at her feet with only half the clothes
    folded which meant she had fallen asleep in the living room but what had woken her? The idea
    of being gang-raped by home intruders ran through her mind again and a shiver went through
    her body before she heard the noise again coming from the guest bedroom. Had the intruders
    broken in through the guest bedroom window? Then she remembered sick Norman sleeping in
    the guest bed. Then she remembered his massive erection and felt herself blush again before
    she heard more moans.

    Groaning in slight pain after sleeping while sitting up, Natalie dragged herself out of her
    arm chair and limped into the guest bedroom. Norman was still in the bed although he had
    been apparently tossing and turning and had kicked his covers off and was now laying shivering
    in the middle of the bed. Sighing in frustration she went over to the side of the bed and saw
    that, luckily, his erection had gone down. "How long do those last if a man doesn't... release?"
    she wondered as she looked down at the pathetic old man.

    Picking up around the bedroom, Natalie failed to notice Norman's eyes peering at her
    though his heavy lidded eyes as she moved around, her bare legs scissoring from beneath her
    T-shirt. She moved out of the guest room and finished picking up the rest of the house,
    keeping herself busy until bed time.

    On her way to her bed room Natalie remembered her fear of rapists breaking into her
    house and having their way with her over and over again. She thought about it way more than
    she should and knew she was just scaring herself but the idea of a group of men, maybe a few
    women, breaking into her home in the middle of the night while she slept, tying her up spread
    eagle to her bed, stripping her naked, climbing between her outstretched legs, forcing
    themselves inside of her over and over, using her to satisfy their perverted lusts, kept her up at
    night sometimes. Checking to make sure the windows and doors were locked she set the alarm
    and decided to check on Norman one more time.

    Creeping silently, Natalie poked her head through the door and saw that Norman had
    wiggled around and kicked most of his bed clothes off leaving him covered only in his
    underpants. The greatly older man was shivering in the middle of the mattress, his teeth
    chattering loudly as she looked at him from the doorway. "Oh, you poor dear," she whispered,
    forgetting momentarily how much she didn't like him. She walked in and quickly covered him
    up to his chin and looked down at him. He was still shivering and she guessed his fever had
    broken leaving him chilly.

    Natalie tried to think of what to do as she stood next to the bed. She could turn the heat
    up for Norman but that would make it too hot for her to sleep even with a fan. She thought
    momentarily of sleeping nude but the thought of leaving her body open and exposed for some
    peeping tom pervert to spy on as he feverishly masturbated his thick, hard prick while she slept
    completely unaware and vulnerable sent a shiver through her. "What is it with men and their
    sick fantasies?" she wondered. Finally, with no other option, she shrugged her slim shoulders.

    As much as she disliked Norman he was sick and in need and Natalie couldn't bring herself
    to abandon him like this. Straightening up the covers she crawled into bed with the older man
    and covered them both up, pressing her body close to him so that he could share the warmth of
    her body. He continued to shiver as she yawned, her lids heavy while she held him in her arms
    but after a while his trembling body began to relax and she decided that after he had calmed
    totally she'd head to bed. Slowly her eyes grew even more heavy and before she knew it she
    drifted off into slumber.

    "Sweetie, this food is divine," Benjamin said from the far side of the table. He looked
    very dapper in his tuxedo as Natalie stared lovingly into his eyes.

    "I'm glad you think so, honey," Natalie said sweetly as she sipped her soup. She adjusted
    her shoulders slightly so that her black evening gown showed off her cleavage to her husband's
    delight.

    "Oh, darling, I must have you right now!" Benjamin proclaimed as he threw his linen down
    forcefully and stood up.

    "Oh, Benjamin, you're so bold," Natalie blushed as Benjamin stalked towards her like some
    wild animal. He yanked her to her feet and threw her to the bed with enough force to knock
    the breath from her for a moment. Naked, he stared down at her with an animal like gleam in
    his eye before yanking her dress off effortlessly. "Oh, Benjamin," she cooed, her chest heaving
    with desire, her nipples pointed and sizzling in electric need.

    Benjamin forced himself between Natalie's legs, burying himself deep inside of her wet
    vagina. "Oh, Natalie, my love," he all but growled in passion.

    "Oh, Benjamin," Natalie whispered breathlessly as her loving husband worked his penis
    deeply in and out if her wanton body. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist and rolled
    her hips up to meet his thrusts, her breathing becoming ragged as she climbed closer and closer
    to orgasm. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she moaned and when she opened
    them up again to look upon her husband's face it was a stranger's eyes looking down at her.

    Natalie looked up in fear at the stranger violating her. "Who... who are you?" she gasped
    in fear as the intruder's thrusts became harder, more forceful, delving deep inside of her tight,
    wet pussy. She grunted with each piercing jab of his cock, her juices trailing down her
    compacted ass-cheeks as her small tits jiggled on her chest.

    "It doesn't matter, you dirty whore," the intruder said between lustful grunts as he
    slammed into her harder and harder. Her breath escaped past her lips in jagged grunts with
    each thrust, her slender legs poking straight out from around his body on top of her. He bent
    down and sucked in one of her hard nipples, attacking it with his tongue as he reached
    underneath her helpless body and gripped her tight ass.

    Natalie was ashamed of herself as she felt her orgasm continue to rise. The knowledge
    that an intruder had broken into her home and started fucking her did nothing to stop her body
    from responding to his wicked cock, in fact it seemed to make it worse. The intruder’s cock was
    so thick it was stretching her delicate pink pussy farther than Benjamin had ever been able to
    and it felt hard as steel inside of her, driving her body higher and higher to unwanted pleasure.
    "Please... please stop," she pleaded as she unconsciously pushed her small chest more firmly
    against his sucking mouth.

    The intruder continued assaulting Natalie's small, firm tits, licking and sucking on every
    inch of her exposed chest. "You don't want me to stop, you dirty, dirty whore," he chuckled as
    he sat up straighter on his knees, bringing Natalie's ass up on top of his thighs, his cock never
    leaving her tight cunt. "Admit it. You love this," he chuckled as he gripped her ankles and
    held her legs apart to give him a unobstructed view of her sweating, lust filled body.

    "Oh God no," Natalie pleaded as the intruder fucked her even deeper than before, his cock
    seeming to reach up into her chest. "Please don't look at me like this," she cried, ashamed and
    embarrassed by the way he was staring at her naked, vulnerable body.

    Suddenly the intruder was on his back forcing Natalie to ride him. "That's right, bitch,
    ride that cock like it was a horse," he said with a deep laugh.

    "No, please don't make me," Natalie cried as she lifted her hips up and down on the
    intruder’s thick dick. A blush of shame burned across her face at the squelching noises her
    pussy was making as she fucked the intruder, her small breasts jiggling wildly on her slender
    chest. Suddenly a small set of hands began toying with her breasts as a female intruder walked
    up behind them, sitting down and straddling the male invader's hips.

    "You like that, don't you, slut," the female intruder whispered into Natalie's ear, "You like
    having a girl playing with your pretty titties, admit it."

    Natalie couldn't stop her body from rocking back and pressing her taunt ass against the
    female intruder’s hot, wet pussy. The female intruder began thrusting up against her, humping
    her pussy against Natalie's ass as she continued assaulting her chest.

    The male intruder held on firmly to Natalie's hips as he and his partner continued
    assaulting her helpless body. "What would your husband say if he could see you know, getting
    off on two strangers fucking you and you loving every second of it?"

    "Why don't you ask him?" the female intruded asked as she pointed off to the side.

    Natalie looked over at the other side of the room and saw Benjamin there, tied to a chair,
    his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles, and a large erection pointing straight up,
    throbbing and hard with a small pearl of pre-cum at the tip.

    Suddenly Natalie's orgasm crashed over her and she looked down at Norman's wrinkled
    face. She held his hands up to her chest by his wrists as he squeezed her small tits and pinched
    her nipples. She held herself down, his cock filling her and stretching her as her orgasm
    continued, her spasming cunt gripping his thick pole as he grunted. Norman exploded into her,
    filling her with his thick, hot cum and triggering another orgasm to crash over her, her entire
    body twitching and rocking as she cooed out pathetically.

    Collapsing against Norman's surprisingly strong hands, Natalie struggled to regain her
    breath as Benjamin's uncle slowly lowered her down. She collapsed against his pasty chest,
    both of them gasping in spent pleasure until he started snoring softly. It took her several
    moments of laying on the much older man's chest with his soft, sticky cock still inside her before
    she could get her strength back and she slowly, weakly, made her way out of Norman's arms.

    Quickly pulling down her T-shirt, Natalie looked in horror at what she had done. Norman
    was a sick, old man, in her care and she had all but raped him. She started to cry, hot tears of
    shame dripping down her face as her bottom lip quivered in shocked wonder. She could feel
    the mixture of their cum dripping down the insides of her still twitching legs and fell back into
    the chair she had imagined Benjamin tied up in. Her nipples were still hard breather her shirt,
    her weak legs spread wide and her sticky pussy on full display, her panties wrapped around one
    ankle, her chest heaving in fear and shame while her tears continued trailing down her face.

    "What have I done?" Natalie moaned as she cupped her face in her hands and began to cry,
    fat tears dripping down from between her fingers and splashing on her slender thighs. Sobs
    tore through her body as she let the tears flow with the shame she felt at practically raping a old,
    feeble man. Her body shivered as she continued to cry, her body shuddering in despair.

    Looking through her fingers at Norman still asleep on the bed, Natalie struggled to control
    herself. There was nothing left to do but take control of the situation and the first thing was
    taking care of the older man she had taken advantage of.

    Natalie started to pull up her wet panties and shivered at the sensation of the cold
    material touching her sticky pussy but she had no other clothes in this room. She straightened
    the bed back up and tried to clean Norman up as much as possible but her hands were shaking
    with shame and despair as tears continued falling down her face, her eyes red and her vision
    blurry. She finally decided that he was a presentable as possible and then quickly hurried to
    her private bathroom and hurriedly stripped naked.

    Rather than place her soiled clothing in the laundry she threw them into the trash can,
    swearing never to touch them again and toss them out in the morning. She turned the shower
    on as hot as she could stand and then a little bit more before stepping in, her naked skin quickly
    turning pink under the steaming water. She stood naked in the shower letting the hot water
    warm her body to the point of nearly scalding her as she held her face in her hands and wept.
    Her slender body shook with tears and shame for several minutes as she tried to push the
    memory of fucking her husband’s uncle out of her mind. Her hand trembled as she grabbed a
    bar of soap and tried to wash the shame from her body while steam filled the room making it
    impossible for her to see the door to the bathroom open and close.

    When the door to the shower opened, Natalie could feel the temperature change slightly
    before feeling something hard press against her ass and a pair of arms circling her waist. Her
    eyes shot wide open in fear as a warm body pressed itself against her back and a tongue licked
    her earlobe. Her body shook in fear as a husky voice whispered in her ear, “Your pussy felt
    soooo fucking good,” and realized Norman had joined her in the shower.

    Struggling weakly against Norman’s arms, Natalie mewed weakly, “Please don’t.”

    Norman held Natalie’s naked body closer to him and slid his hands up to her slender chest,
    cupping her small tits. “It’s okay, darlin’,” he whispered, “Just needed to finish up what you
    started.” He pushed himself forward, sliding his now hard cock-head against her firm ass,
    searching for the tight little entrance to her cunt.

    Natalie shuddered in fear and revulsion as she felt Norman’s cock slide between her taunt
    ass-cheeks, sliding down over her puckered asshole, and down farther to her still wet pussy.
    “No, please don’t,” she whimpered as she continued wiggling against him. Her nipples ached in
    need as he began rolling them between his rough fingertips and a small coo of unwanted
    pleasure escaped her lips.

    “Mmm, bulls-eye,” Norman groaned in pleasure as his prick found Natalie’s gooey cunt.
    He pushed himself forward an inch, pinning her to the shower wall with his cock as he began
    pushing himself forward, sliding his prick in a short thrust at a time, groaning in pleasure as he
    filled her. He kept a firm hold of her small tits, squeezing and twisting them as her tight pussy
    parted around him, gripping down on his hard shaft.

    Natalie began panting in unwanted lust as Norman slowly entered her vulnerable body,
    bracing her hands against the slick walls of the shower as the hot water flowed down her heated
    flesh. She wanted to turn, to scream, to demand that he remove himself from inside of her but
    fear kept her from moving and lust kept her moaning and panting in need as he filled her
    completely. She could feel his boney hips pressed against her ass as the last inch of him filled
    her and he held himself steady against her, just enjoying the way she felt pressed against his
    body and wrapped around his shaft. Without realizing what she was doing she began grinding
    against him, wantonly fucking herself with his cock.

    “You little slut, you,” Norman giggled as Natalie began rocking her slick, naked body
    against him, using his cock to get herself off. Between fucking him while he was asleep and
    now, he hadn’t realized what a little slut his nephew had married. He slid one hand down her
    naked body, over her flat stomach, to the burning juncture of her slender, trembling thighs.
    “You gotta be just about the best nurse ever,” he groaned, “Fucking an old man in his sleep just
    to make him feel better.”

    “No... No, I didn’t...” Natalie started to plead but it was no good. She was guilty. She
    had sex with a helpless old man, taken advantage of him, and now he was using her body to
    punish her and she deserved every inch of her punishment. She gasped out in pleasure, her
    body bucking violently against the old man as his hand cupped her traitorous pussy, his skilled
    fingers strumming and stimulating her hard, little clit. “Oh God,” she groaned as her pussy
    gushed with need and she twisted her hips while she rocked herself back and forth harder,
    fucking Norman’s cock like a common whore.

    Holding himself more firmly against the writhing young woman, Norman continued
    pawing at her small tit while strumming her clit. He had no need to move at all, she was doing
    all of the work, fucking his aching pole all by herself, groaning and panting in lust and he had
    barely done a thing to her. She was just like all the other whores he’d fucked. Just a repressed
    little girl needing a real man to show them how to fuck. “Just wanted to thank you for the ride
    earlier,” he groaned into Natalie’s ear, pinching her hard nipple with one hand and furiously
    flicking her clit with the other.

    “Oh fuck!” Natalie gasped out as an orgasm roared through her wet, naked body like a
    thunderstorm. Between the heat of her body, the heat of the water, and the heat of Norman’s
    skin pressed against her, it felt like her body was no longer there, that the only way she existed
    was by her vibrating nerve-endings as she came. Her toes curled on the slick floor of the
    shower, her fingertips digging into the tiles as her pussy clamped down on Norman’s invading
    prick, rippling around it, milking it. She could feel him filling her with his thick, hot cum, the
    heat radiating up and out through her body as she stuttered dumbly in pleasure, grinding against
    the old man she had fucked again.

    “Ohhh, that felt good,” Norman groaned into Natalie’s ear as his cock began to soften
    inside of her cunt. He gave her a slap on her tight ass, grinding himself against her naked body
    one last time before pulling himself out of her. “So much better than earlier,” he hissed evilly.

    Natalie’s eyes shot open in shock and she spun herself around to face Norman. “What...
    what do you mean?” she gasped in fear.

    Norman smirked at Natalie as he reached up and ran the back of his knuckles over her still
    hard nipples. “My fever broke earlier this evening. I was awake the whole time you were
    riding me,” he said with a chuckle.

    “But... but I was asleep,” Natalie pleaded, “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

    “Don’t worry, cupcake,” Norman grinned before stepping out of the steamy shower, “I was
    awake enough for the both of us and you are an amazing fuck.”

    Natalie watched the creepy old man leave the bathroom, tears once again spilling down
    her face as shame and despair washed over her again. She slid to the wet floor, curling into a
    protective ball, her arms wrapped around her knees as she sobbed to herself. She stayed there
    as the bathroom began to cool, shivering for several minutes before slowly getting to her feet
    and stepping out of the stall. Her mind felt numb as she finally dried off and put on her robe
    and stepped out of the bathroom.

    Mostly on automatic pilot she shuffled to the kitchen and began thoughtlessly making
    herself breakfast. She couldn’t find the energy to actually cook so she settled for a simple bowl
    of cereal, spilling milk everywhere as she took the bowl to the table, slopping it’s contents over
    the floor. She ate numbly, not even tasting the slightly stale breakfast as she stared blankly off
    into the distance as the sun began pouring though the kitchen window. She lost track of time
    until a creak coming from down the hall grabbed her attention, Norman was up. She looked at
    a near-by clock and saw that she had been sitting listlessly for nearly two hours suffering in
    shame and denial.

    Wearing one of Benjamin’s robes, Norman strolled into the kitchen and walked past
    Natalie with a simple pat on her shoulder. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened it up,
    peering inside for something to eat, his voice startling her when he finally spoke.

    “That was some morning, huh,” Norman said with a sneer that Natalie couldn’t hear.
    “You kinda took me off guard there for a bit. I woulda said something but I was still getting
    over my fever,” he continued as he pulled out some things to make himself a sandwich.
    “Course, I wasn’t in any shape to stop you, was I?” he finished as he sat everything down on the
    counter, his back still to Natalie.

    Natalie shivered as her stomach flipped with disgust as she remembered riding the older
    man’s hard cock to orgasm. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything, there was no defense
    for what she had done, cheated on her husband and took advantage of an enfeebled old man.

    Norman smiled to himself in evil glee, Natalie’s silence speaking volumes about how she
    felt and how he could take advantage of it. “Wish I could have participated a bit more, y’know?
    I’ve never been fucked by a woman as beautiful as you and I feel bad that I kinda just laid there
    like a dead fish,” he said, not even acknowledging what he had done to her in the shower. He
    gathered up his sandwich and joined her at the table, trying to keep the smile off of his face as
    she refused to look at him while he continued talking, “I mean, I can understand it, sure, but I
    think there are better ways with dealing with your issues than taking it out on an old man.”

    As Norman’s words slowly sank into her brain, Natalie began blinking and turned to the
    older man. “I... I don’t... I don’t know what you mean,” she stuttered.

    “Well it obvious to me,” Norman said between bits of his sandwich, “You fucking me to get
    back at Benjamin. It’s my fault really.”

    “You’re... you’re fault?” Natalie said, oddly hopeful.

    “Sure, sure,” Norman said, struggling to keep the smile off his face as he played with the
    young woman’s emotions, “Me being sick and all. I put off going to the doctor for a few days
    too many and when Benjamin showed up I musta looked quite the sight. And them him
    dumping me off on you, musta got you riled up.”

    “I... I guess?” Natalie said with a note of confusion. Was she mad a Benjamin? She’d
    been upset, sure, but she loved her husband.

    “Just do me a favor, okay?” Norman said as he placed his hand on Natalie’s shoulder, “Next
    time you’re upset, just come talk to me. You don’t have to take your frustrations about
    Benjamin out on me, fuckin’ me just to get back at him. I understand you made a mistake and I
    forgive you but Ben is my nephew and if he ever found out what you did, well, that would pretty
    much break my heart. Okay?”

    Natalie’s confused mind locked onto the thought. It was a mistake, it was Ben’s fault, she
    had been angry, it was all over now. She eagerly nodded her head.

    “How ‘bout this,” Norman offered, “How ‘bout you and I get dressed up in some swanky
    clothes and go out for a early dinner, just you and me. Make it a family night. Sound good?”

    Immediately locking on to the idea of moving past her mistake, Natalie eagerly nodded her
    head yes. “That... that sounds nice... Norman,” she agreed.

    “Call me Uncle Norman,” he said as he finished the last of his sandwich. “I’m still ‘bout
    exhausted so I’m gonna go take a nap before then. Didn’t get much sleep last night after all but
    best forgotten. I’ll let you clean up,” he said as he stood up, gave Natalie a quick peck on her
    cheek and walked back to the guest bedroom with a wide, self-satisfied smile on his face.

    Norman laid down in the bed he had spent the night sick in. The room had the musk of
    sex and he had to stop himself from laughing out loud at the situation he had fallen backwards
    into. When he had woken up in the night with his nephew's hot ass wife laying next to him his
    sick had lurched to life. There we as no way he was going to pass up the opportunity like this
    pass him by. Slowly he had lifted Natalie’s shirt up to bare her small, firm tits, his mouth
    watering at the sight of them. He had lost track of how long he had played with them but by
    the time he was done she was groaning in her sleep and rubbing her tight ass against his boner.
    He had been almost afraid that taking it farther would be taking it to far but the fact he could
    smell how horny she was told him to go for the gold.

    With Natalie sleeping and moaning, Norman had slid her wet panties down and taken
    them off one leg before laying flat against her. He than placed his cock between her legs and
    let her bump against him, letting her do all the work so she would think it was all part of her
    dream. He moved her around until she was flat in her stomach, rolling her hips down to hump
    at the comforter while he laid flat in his back next to her. He had then softly lifted on of her
    legs up, pulling it over his hips so her wet, heated cunt was grinding against his thigh. And then
    with every hump and roll of her body against him he worked up body up on top of his and slid his
    prick against her gooey cunt. Eventually the slumbering woman had worked the tip of his prick
    between her sticky pussy-lips and he lifted his hips up to spear her with his cock. Biology and
    whatever dream Natalie had been having did the rest.

    Closing his eyes, Norman drifted peacefully off to sleep wondering what he could get away
    with next.

    -----

    As Natalie and Norman ate their early dinner she had to admit to herself that he was
    actually quite charming. She had worn the dress she had planned wearing for Benjamin,
    although with more conservative underwear of course, and as they enjoyed the atmosphere of
    the small restaurant he had been a perfect gentleman. He had told her some of his stories of
    the past and even some tales of her husband when he was younger and she had found herself
    laughing and relaxing more and more in his company. And as their evening wore on she found
    it easier and easier to forget about what she had done to him earlier, fucking him in his sleep and
    riding him to orgasm. Twice.

    They ate their light dinner before leaving the restaurant and heading out in the limo to
    catch a movie. Natalie found herself warming more and more to Norman, giggling at his jokes,
    touching him lightly on his shoulder and knee. Before she knew it they found themselves at the
    theater and hurried inside to get out of the light drizzle of rain that had started. Natalie paid no
    attention to the light sprinkles of water across her chest or the way her black dress now clung to
    her body. And she didn't notice the way Norman was leering at her when her back was turned.

    Natalie and Norman quickly found their seats just as the movie started, a romantic comedy
    that she had been planning on seeing with Benjamin. The lights dimmed as the movie started
    and she snuggled up to Norman as he placed his arm around her slender shoulders. Natalie
    quickly became engrossed in the movie starring two of her favorite actors, finally completely
    forgetting what had happened between herself and her uncle. Until she felt his hand sliding up
    her silky smooth leg.

    Natalie had been comfortable laying against Norman, enough so that she had paid no
    attention to her dress as she crossed her legs. The dress had slid up over her knee and she
    hadn't bothered to pull it back down as a proper lady should. And when Norman had patted
    her affectionately on her knee she hadn't thought anything about it but now his hand was nearly
    halfway up the inside of her smooth thigh.

    "Stop that!" she whispered angrily as she squeezed her supple thighs together. Although
    she squeezed as hard as she could, Norman's hand was stronger than her slender legs.

    "Shhh," Norman whispered into Natalie's ear with a snide smile on his face, "Someone
    might hear us and then we'd wind up in the papers tomorrow." He tried to keep a note of
    concern in his voice as his hand slid between his niece's thighs to try and keep her off guard.
    Being concerned about what he was doing to her was better for him than to just take advantage
    of the dark theater and thrust his hand into her panties. If she got her wits about her than she
    might just go ahead and storm off, paparazzi be damned but if he took his time, went nice and
    easy, he could have himself a little fun. Besides, the movie was shit.

    Natalie hissed as Norman's fingers slid across her panties but quickly silenced herself, what
    would happen to her if someone took a picture of her with a old man's fingers between her legs?
    She grunted in disgust as his fingers worked their way underneath the delicate material of her
    panties and caressed her vulnerable pussy. He began lightly stroking her labia, his thumb
    resting on her clit hood, barely moving. She took a shuddering breath as his fingers dipped low
    under her pussy-lips, stroking her sensitive taint before sliding back up, caressing the outer edges
    of her labia. Her entire body shook momentarily as he simply rubbed her up and down lightly,
    almost lovingly.

    Norman couldn't keep the evil grin off of his face as he lightly fingered Natalie. Already
    he could feel a bit of moisture gathering as he stroked her, a small bulge forming under his
    thumb as her clit began to harden in it's sheath. He had to stop himself from giggling in glee as
    he teased Natalie's warming, wet pussy.

    Hissing again, Natalie tried to squirm away from Norman's questing fingers as the tip of his
    middle finger teased the entrance to her pussy. Why was this happening? Why was her body
    betraying her like this. Why was she enjoying this? What was wrong with her? She wanted
    him to stop. She didn't want him to do what he was doing. She wanted to cry out, to cry for
    help but she couldn't, she was trapped. If someone saw her now, knew that apparently some
    part of her was enjoying this, what would they think of her? She was trapped with Norman's
    fingers wiggling around inside of her and being forced to enjoy it.

    "I haven't had this much fun at the movies since I was a kid," Norman thought as he slid
    the tip of his middle finger into Natalie's wet cunt. He left it there for a moment as he used his
    other fingers to lightly massage her now slick labia, his thumb circling her clit and bringing it to
    full hardness. He slid his middle finger in up to the second knuckle and began sliding it in and
    out, fucking her with just half of one finger. She was still leaning against his chest now panting
    with unwanted pleasure and trying to control her breathing. He could feel the warmth coming
    off of her body and once again had to stop himself from giggling. Why were guys so worried
    about the size of their cocks when, with a little experience, you could get a girl off with just your
    fingers?

    Natalie mewled pitifully as her entire body betrayed her. Her nipples were hard as
    pebbles and felt like they were sizzling with desire, her small tits nearly aching with the need to
    be touched, her pussy now completely wet and soaking into her panties. She struggled to keep
    from crying out in unwanted pleasure or squirm around in desire. She had to concentrate on
    not rolling her hips up, fucking herself on Norman's fingers as he slid a second digit into her
    wanton body.

    "You are so fucking wet, sweetly," Norman whispered into Natalie's ear, "I knew you'd love
    this." He was so glad that the theater was as dark as it was so she couldn't see the shit-eatin'
    look on his face as he finger-banged her. He slid his two fingers in slow and deep, keeping a
    steady pace, letting her body rise up slowly to orgasm as she began groaning into his side,
    fighting with herself to keep quiet.

    "Oh God, oh God, oh God," Natalie groaned into Norman's side trying to stifle her moans
    of lust. She gripped his wrists in both hands, holding him still as she began rolling her slender
    hips up to get as much of his fingers inside of her as she could. Her orgasm boiled up inside of
    her, slow as lava, burning her as she began to crest. She bit into Norman's jacket, stifling her
    moans as she came, stuttering in lust as her juices gushed out, soaking Norman's hand. She
    held her breath, her small chest rubbing against his as she tried to quietly ride out her orgasm.

    As Norman felt Natalie begin to relax he slid his fingers out of her sodden cunt and gave
    her an affection kiss on the top of her head. He slid his fingers from between her twitching legs
    and licked her juices off before straightening her dress and patting her knee. "Good girl," he
    whispered before straightening up, "I knew you'd like that."

    The movie ended and Natalie scurried out to the lobby as fast as she could without making
    a scene. She kept looking over her shoulder expecting Norman to be chasing after her but the
    old man just leisurely followed her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face the whole time.
    Outside she crawled into the back of the limo without waiting for either him or the driver to
    open the door for her and waited with her arms crossed under her breasts for Norman to finally
    join her. When he finally decided to get in she ordered the driver to take them home, trying to
    keep the anger out of her voice.

    During the car ride Natalie simply sat and fumed, trying to ignore Norman leering at her,
    his eyes crawling up and down her body. When they arrived home she quickly got out of the
    limo, angrily not waiting for her door to be opened, and stomped inside the house and waited
    for her uncle-in-law. Once again he just followed at a slow pace, his eyes still crawling all over
    her as she glared angrily at him. As he closed the door behind him she finally turned to him
    and shouted, “Don’t try to deny it, Norman, you did that on purpose!”

    “What?” Norman asked, not even pretending to not know what Natalie was angry about,
    “I thought we were on a date. A nice restaurant, and romantic comedy, it was all very lovely
    actually.”

    “We were not on a date and you know it, Norman!” she snapped.

    Like a predator, Norman took a small step forward, careful not to startle the actress.
    “And how would I know that, exactly?” he asked with his hands down and his palms out, “After
    all, you picked the restaurant. You picked the movie. And after what happened last night and
    this morning, how was I supposed to know?”

    “You... You admitted you knew what was going on last night,” she huffed. “You... You’ve
    planned this whole thing!” she yelled, her small chest heaving.

    “I did?” Norman asked innocently. “I planned on getting sick? I planned on my nephew
    showing up unexpectedly? I planned on you getting all frisky ‘cuz Benjamin left you all high and
    wet last night? I think you’re giving me to much credit,” he said with a sneer.

    Natalie tried to work through the confusion in her brain. It was so easy to blame Norman
    for everything but she had participated, hadn’t she? “O... Okay, maybe you didn’t plan it... But
    you definitely took advantage of it!” she cried.

    “Heh, the only person taking advantage was you, sweetie,” Norman said with a chuckle.

    “I don’t know what you mean,” Natalie said defensively.

    “Don’t forget, I was the one you took advantage of, angel,” Norman said with a leer, “I was
    all prone and sickly and you wanted the dick your husband didn’t give you so you took advantage
    of a poor old man.” He took another small step towards Natalie, his hands still down at his
    sides.

    “That’s... That’s not true,” Natalie pleaded, “I was asleep. I didn’t know what was going
    on.” Her mind continued swirling in confusion. “I was tired, you were sick. I don’t even
    know how it started,” she mewled.

    “It all started with you,” Norman said taking another step forward, almost close enough,
    “You pressed up against me, wiggling that tight little ass up against dick, groaning next to me,
    rubbing up against my cock. It’s all you, baby.”

    “I... I... I was... I was asleep,” Natalie pleaded with herself more than with Norman, “Oh
    Benjamin, I’m so sorry.” Warm, fat tears started rolling down Natalie’s face. There was
    nothing else she could do but put an end to everything. She turned to Norman who was
    standing much closer to her than she had realized. “Norman, I’m afraid I must ask you to leave.
    I’m not sure what’s happened between us but I’m afraid I’m going to have to call Benjamin and
    tell him everything. It’s the only proper thing to do,” she said with resignation.

    “You little slut,” Norman said with a snicker.

    Natalie gasped in surprise, her hand going to her chest. “Excuse me?”

    “You heard me, you little slut,” Norman said with an evil grin on his face as he took
    another small step forward putting himself with in arms reach of the beautiful actress. “You’re
    not gonna call Benjamin,” he said.

    “I most certainly am...” Natalie started before Norman interrupted her.

    “Bullshit,” Norman growled, “You just wanna try to hide the fact that you’re a dirty little
    slut who enjoyed every inch I gave you.”

    “I never,” Natalie gasped.

    “You certainly did,” Norman said as his body relaxed. “You coulda called your husband
    this morning after riding my cock in bed, but you didn’t. You coulda called your husband after
    the shower but you didn’t. You coulda called your husband outside of the theater,” he
    continued as he slid up to just barely inches from Natalie, “You coulda called him in the limo, you
    coulda called him the second you stepped into this house. But you didn’t.”

    “I... I... I...” Natalie stammered, her eyes wide in fear.

    “You coulda stopped this anytime you wanted but you didn’t,” Norman continued, “You
    didn’t do any of that because you’re just a dirty little slut and you loved gettin’ fuck by a dirty, old
    man.”

    Natalie's chest heaved, her heart beat a machine gun rhythm in her slender chest, her
    arms hung limply at her sides, her head hung in surrender. She couldn’t think of a thing to say.
    Was it true? What was happening to her? Why was there no one here for her? “Someone
    help me,” she pleaded.

    Norman’s rough hands slid up Natalie’s arms to her bare shoulders and he smiled even
    wider when she didn’t react. He crooked a finger under her chin and lifted her head up until
    she was looking into his eyes. “No.” he simply said.

    “Please don’t,” Natalie mewled.

    “Heh,” Norman chuckled before gripping Natalie’s upper arms roughly and yanking her
    forward, her slender body smashed against his. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing
    her to him as he pressed his lips to her lips and shoved his tongue into her mouth. He wrestled
    against her tongue as she weakly tried to push him away, his tongue thoroughly exploring her
    mouth before sliding out. He licked her jaw up to her ear before nuzzling against her slender
    neck as she started trying to wiggle out of his hold on her. He nibbled down her chest as she
    groaned out in disgust and he began licking around the exposed flesh of her cleavage, his fist
    gripping the delicate material.

    Natalie cried out in fear and shock as Norman ripped her dress open in the back. She
    clutched what she could in the front, fighting against him as he tried to drag the flimsy dress
    down her body but he was far to strong to resist so she simple surrendered her grip, crying in
    defeat.

    Norman yanked what was left of Natalie’s dress down her willowy body until it was pooled
    around her ankles. She pitifully tried to cover her chest with her arms so he grabbed her wrists
    and slowly pulled them apart. She tried to resist weakly but she knew it wouldn’t help and he
    growled in pleasure as she allowed him to uncover her. He yanked her forward again, holding
    her by her slender hips, grinding himself against her barely covered pubic mound as his tongue
    trailed along her exposed chest.

    Natalie looked up at the ceiling as Norman attacked her vulnerable body, tears streaming
    down her face, her arms hanging limply to her sides as he feasted on her cleavage. There was
    no point in struggling, he was far stronger than her and all she could hope for was that he would
    be quick.

    Running his hands up Natalie’s sides in a feverish need, Norman ripped her plain black bra
    off of her body, releasing her small, firm tits. He cupped the small orbs in his hands as he
    sucked one nipple into his mouth as hard as he could, attacking it with his tongue and growling
    like some kind of animal in need. He licked from one breast to the other, her nipples hard as
    pebbles, her chest heaving as he devoured her petite tits. She began struggling against him
    again so he slid on arm around her back, grabbing onto her tight little ass, holding her to him
    firmly.

    Continuing to cry, Natalie prayed for some kind of relief. Norman’s hand and mouth
    already had her nipples hard and sizzling with unwanted desire but now he had a hand on her
    butt as well, his fingers digging in between her cheeks, seeking out her most private of places.
    And God help her she could already feel herself becoming wet.

    “God you are a hot little slut,” Norman growled as he continued roughly pawing at
    Natalie’s nearly naked body. He slid his hands back to her hips, holding her steady as he began
    biting and nibbling his way down her torso, over her flat stomach to her pantie covered pussy.
    He licked back up from the elastic of her panties to her bellybutton, licking around it, using it to
    telegraph everything his tongue was going to do to her.

    Natalie cried out as Norman’s tongue scrapped along her panties and then back up to her
    taunt stomach. As he tongued her bellybutton she couldn’t stop herself from imagining what
    his tongue was going to do to her later, teasing her, sliding against her, darting inside of her,
    lapping away at her most delicate folds before parting them and sliding inside of her.

    Norman growled in pleasure at the scent of Natalie’s now heated and wet cunt. He’d
    barely come more than a few inches towards her pussy and already she was practically soaked
    with desire. He could hear her panting in lust, a light sheen of sweat breaking out across her
    flush body. Holding her hips, squeezing them as hard as he could, he licked his way up her
    exposed body until he was standing in front of her, looking down at her. “Show me what a real
    slut you are,” he demanded, “Suck my cock.”

    Natalie couldn’t bring herself to look at the forceful older man but she didn’t hesitate to
    comply either. She gave a short nod before getting down on her knees in front of him, reaching
    up to the front of his pants with shaking hands. She slowly opened his button and zipper,
    parting the material of his pants like she was opening a unwanted present before sliding them
    down to his thighs. She hid her face from the bulge in his underwear as she reached up,
    fumbling with the elastic due to her trembling fingers before finding it and pulling them down
    with his pants. She reached up with one delicate hand to find the base of his cock before
    reaching up with her other hand to cup his dangling balls. She turned her eyes to the side so
    she wouldn’t have to see the throbbing tip of him as she opened her mouth and sucked in her
    husband’s uncle’s cock. Her lips sealed around his girth as she delicately licked his head, the
    salty taste of his pre-cum smearing around her tongue and nearly making her gag as she got to
    work on him.

    “That’s soooo good,” Norman groaned above Natalie as she began lightly sucking his cock,
    her moist lips sliding slowly up an down his first few inches. Her hands worked his cock and
    balls as she got used to having his dick in her mouth, testing it with her tongue and sliding it
    around inside. He kept his hands on his hips making sure not to move, making her do all the
    work in pleasing him. He didn’t want her complaining that he had fucked her mouth, he
    wanted her to fuck him with her mouth. As she became more used to him inside her mouth
    she began taking his cock deeper inside of her until he was bumping against the back of her
    throat, her tongue massaging the big vein of the bottom of his shaft. Her fist would meet her
    lips as she tugged on him and swallowed him, her other hand lovingly tickling his balls. “My
    nephew is such a lucky guy,” he sneered, “You are one hell of a cock-sucker.”

    At the mention of her husband as well as being called a cock-sucker, Natalie froze at the
    derogatory comment. Fresh tears began rolling down her cheeks at what Norman was doing to
    her, making her do, calling her those names, forcing her to cheat on her husband. And as she
    wallowed in her self-pity at what was being done to her, her pussy throbbed in need and shame
    rolled through her nearly nude body.

    Norman knew he had struck a chord with Natalie and chuckled to himself as he gripped
    the sides of her head and began fucking her mouth. He slid his cock-head over her tongue,
    along her cheeks, over the roof of her mouth, relishing the feel of every moist, warm bit of her
    mouth as he fucked her beautiful face. And what a face it was, it was easy to tell why she had
    graced magazine covers all over the world with her striking features and wide eyes. He pulled
    his cock out of her mouth, rubbing himself across her stunning face, smearing her saliva and
    tears over her beautiful features, watching as she simply knelt there statue still and let him do it,
    before sliding his cock back into her mouth.

    As Norman gripped the sides of her head tightly, Natalie knew what would becoming next.
    She leaned forward slightly, extending her head and opening up her slender throat and just as
    expected the older man rammed his cock down into her. She tried not to choke, just simply
    holding his prick in her throat, swallowing around it, causing him to gasp out in pleasure and her
    to blush in shame as a bit of pride filled her at being the one to make him make that sound of
    pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth with sharp thrusts, fucking her throat before
    pulling his cock out of her mouth entirely. She looked up at him expectantly as he loomed over
    her.

    “I swear, you’re just about the best cock-sucker I ever had, slut,” he sneered, “I’m actually
    a bit jealous of my candy-assed nephew now.”

    Natalie’s cheeks burned in shame at her uncle’s words. It was one thing to be a
    cock-sucker, it was another to be sucking this horrible old man’s cock, but shame coursed
    through her at the thought of doing a better job with Norman then she did with her husband.
    She never took Benjamin that far into her throat so why did she let Norman do it? She looked
    up a the evil, nasty, old man, her wide eyes gleaming with tears. “Please. No more,” she
    begged.

    Chuckling again, Norman reached down and roughly yanked Natalie up to her feet by her
    arms causing her to gasp out in fear and surprise. He got down on one knee in front of her as
    he reached for her plain, black panties and yanked them off, baring her wet pussy to him. She
    tried to push his head away but he just shoved his rough hands forward between her slender
    legs. He inhaled deeply before gripping her ass and holding her to him as he licked her deeply
    from her puckered asshole, through her dewy labia and up to her already hard clit, once again
    making her gasp. “Smells and tastes like you ain’t through yet, little slut,” he said before sinking
    his fingers into her ass and shoving his tongue up her dripping pussy.

    Screaming in unwanted pleasure, Natalie gripped Norman’s head for balance as he
    attacked her wanton pussy with his tongue. Her body betrayed her again, her cunt gushing
    with desire as her nipples throbbed in need. Completely on it’s own, one of her slender legs
    rose up and draped around the older man’s shoulder, relieving one of her arms to rise up her
    gasping body to start toying with her hard, sizzling nipples.

    Norman thrust his tongue as hard and deep into Natalie’s drooling cunt as hard as he could,
    fucking her with it like it was a cock. He worried her pussy like a cat with a mouse causing her
    to squeak out between ragged gasps of breath. He ate her hole like he was mad at it,
    grudge-fucking her with his tongue. He squeezed her ass as hard as he could, sure that he was
    going to leave bruises marking her body as his territory. Her warm, slick juices covered his chin
    like he was eating ripe fruit, dripping down onto his chest as he continued assaulting her gooey
    pussy, growling like an animal.

    “Oh, oh, oh...” Natalie panted in lust, humping her pussy against her uncle’s face. His grip
    on her ass was the only thing holding her up as she felt her orgasm rise up inside of her, centered
    in the wet, hot juncture of her trembling thighs. She ground her teeth together and sealed her
    lips shut as she began to cum, the sound of her own pleasure ringing in her ears making what
    was going on seem too real like she had a choice to cum or not. Her burning cunt clamped
    down on the invading tongue as she came, her juices gushing out and covering Norman’s chin
    and jaw as she lost all balance, surrendering to the grip he had on her clutching ass as her
    muscles twitched and jerked with boiling pleasure.

    As he drank down Natalie’s honey sweet juices and smiled wolfishly into her gushing cunt,
    Norman laid her slumping body down gently. He disentangled himself from her legs and stood
    up, watching her naked body twitch as she moaned in pleasure wearing only her black pumps.
    For some reason it just made the sight of his orgasming niece all the hotter. Burning the image
    into his brain he began taking off the rest of his clothes, his eyes never leaving Natalie’s sweat
    slick body.

    As she came down from her orgasm, Natalie’s mind seemed to clear and she realized what
    had happened again. Norman had fucked her. And she had to admit to herself, she had let
    him. She began crying in shame again, holding her hands to her face so she wouldn’t have to
    look at him as she laid prone on the ground. Suddenly his laughter broke through the fog of
    her despair and she forced herself to look up at him through her fingers. Her eyes were
    clouded with tears but she saw clear enough that Norman was completely naked now, his cock
    ridged and up thrust, seeming too visibly throb. “Oh God. Please no more! Please,” she
    begged pitifully as she rolled over on her stomach and tried to crawl away but her muscles were
    still lax after her orgasm.

    “After all the work I did and you think you just get to crawl away from me,” he chuckled.
    He took a step forward and fell on Natalie’s body, grinning as she writhed underneath him. He
    licked her earlobe as he rubbed his erection between her ass-cheeks, running his length along
    her puckered asshole that he was sure he’d be visiting before he got to much older. She cried
    out beneath him, wailing like a wounded animal as he slide his cock down, over the entrance to
    her ass, across her sensitive taint, and placed the tip of his prick at the entrance to her wet, slick,
    bubbling pussy.

    "Don't know why you're blubbering like that," Norman grunted as he slid the tip of his
    prick into Natalie's burning cunt and held himself there, "You and I both know you're gonna
    enjoy it." He slid himself in slowly, an inch at a time, relishing the feel of her parting around
    him, squeezing down on him as she moaned breathlessly underneath him. Her hips rolled up
    slightly to give him easier access to her slender, horny body and he smiled like a shark above her.
    Her fingers were digging into the carpet and he slid his hands up from her slender hips to her
    wrists, holding her in place. And then he roughly shoved the last of his prick inside of her.

    "Oh God!" Natalie shrieked as she came, her vulnerable pussy clamping down on the dick
    invading her, her juices flowing. Her entire body shuddered in pleasure as Norman began
    fucking her hard and deep, his hips making wet slapping sounds against her up-thrust ass. Her
    hands were balled into tiny fists as her uncle filled her again and again, grunting with every
    thrust, his balls bouncing off of her pussy-lips. She ground her teeth together trying to hold
    back her moans of lust and pleasure coursing through her body as well as the cries of shame and
    despair. She looked around the living room seeking some sort of help but all she could see
    were pictures of herself and her husband scattered around. She began to cry again as she also
    began thrusting herself back to meet Norman's ridged cock.

    The instant Norman felt Natalie start to rock her body back against him he leaned down
    and whispered into her ear, "Such a good, horny, little slit, ain't 'cha?" He redoubled his efforts,
    slamming his cock into Natalie's body like a car crash. Her grunts and moans of pleasure
    echoed through the dimly lit living room. He twisted his hips, angling his cock-head to run
    against everything she had inside of her like a tongue exploring a mouth. She groaned and
    hissed like a cat as she began writhing breathing him again, rocking her slender body back and
    forth, fucking him as roughly as he was fucking her. "That's it, you little bitch," he chuckled into
    her ear, "Cum for your Uncle Norman."

    "Oh Fuck No!" Natalie screamed at the top of her lungs as she was rocked by another
    thunderous orgasm. Every muscle in her slender body seized up, winding tighter like a spring,
    her fingers closing into fists, her toes curling, her head thrown back, her back arched, her ass
    clenched, her legs and arms shaking as stars exploded behind her eyes. And through it all, the
    sound of Norman chuckling evilly in her ear as he continued pounding into her as her wide,
    brown eyes stared at the pictures in the shelves above her. The pictures of her and Benjamin's
    wedding day.

    "Fuuuuck yeah!" Norman grunted as he came. His balls drew up tight against his body as
    he plunged himself as deep into Natalie's spasming body as he could. His thick, creamy load
    overflowed from his niece-in-law's boiling cunt, slipping out of her and dripping into the carpet
    to mix with her own juices. As he finished with his orgasm he pulled himself out and stared
    down at Natalie twitching on the floor.

    Natalie's eyes glazed over as she rode out her orgasm, her muscles seeming to melt until
    she was fetal on her carpet. A pair of strong hands reached under her, lifting her up easily and
    carrying her away. She snuggled against someone's chest as she remembered the times her
    father had carried her like this as a child so she slid her thumb into her mouth for comfort as she
    was taken into the warm darkness.

    Norman sat Natalie down on her bed and snickered as he watched her suck her thumb.
    "You are about the most repressed piece of ass I've ever met," he chuckled before playfully
    ruffling her dark hair. He pulled down the covers before walking into the adjoining bathroom to
    collect a stack of washcloths. Wetting half of them he walked back into the bedroom and sat
    next to the slumbering woman. Taking a wet cloth he began cleaning her up spending a great
    deal of care and time on her breasts and between her legs. He used the other washcloths to
    dry her some before throwing the entire stack into the bathroom. He snickered to himself as
    he watched her continue sucking her thumb as he stood up. He removed her thumb from her
    mouth and quickly replaced it with the tip of his soft cock, letting her nurse on him like an infant.

    Removing the tip of his prick from Natalie's mouth, Norman shuffled around to the other
    side of the bed and climbed in. He snuggled up to the slumbering beauty and then covered
    them both up for the night.

    Natalie moaned pitifully through out the night, dreams and memories of her with her
    husband disturbing her rest until she was woken by the early morning sunlight in her eyes. She
    felt a warm, secure arm around her and found herself disgusted with the sensation before
    throwing it off of her. She felt a strange lump pressing against her lower back and quickly rolled
    away from it as she woke up fully. She wasn't surprised to find herself completely naked below
    the covers and the memories of last night washed over her like cold water. She threw the
    covers off and found Norman, equally naked, next to her, smirking at her like a contented cat.

    The force Natalie had used had woken Norman up and he stared at her naked body as she
    glared hatefully at him. "Mornin', sweetie. Was it good for you?" he asked with a chuckle.

    Unable to help herself, Natalie looked down the length of Norman's body from his hated
    face to his semi-hard prick. At first she was filled with disgust and self-loathing but the too
    familiar feelings were quickly replaced by hate and anger. Hate for herself for what she had
    done and anger at Norman for doing it to her. "Shut up," she growled before reaching down
    and grasping his hardening dick.

    "Yes, ma'am," Norman said as he sat up slightly against the headboard and relaxed, letting
    Natalie work his prick. He smiled wide as she fisted him, jerking him off to full hardness before
    bending down and taking him into her mouth.

    Natalie slid her pink tongue around the sensitive tip of Norman's cock before sucking him
    into her mouth. She sucked him forcefully, roughly bobbing her head up and down, practically
    growling as she fisted his prick, squeezing him tightly. Her hand slid from the base of his dick to
    his bloated balls, squeezing them hard enough to make him grunt as she fondled him. She
    released her hold on him and pulled him out of her mouth before sitting up and straddling is hips.
    She had no idea what had possessed her but the shame and anger she felt at herself and
    Norman had sent her into a primal lust she couldn't remember having ever felt before. What
    had her uncle in law done to her?

    Reaching up to Natalie's chest, Norman began squeezing and kneading her small tits,
    rubbing his thumbs across her sensitive nipples. "You're certainly in a good mood this
    morning," he said with another self-satisfied chuckle.

    "Shut up," Natalie ordered as she took Norman by the base of his cock and lowered herself
    down. Her horny pussy took the unfortunately all too familiar prick and she moaned in hated
    pleasure as it stretched and filled her again. She rocked her hips back and forth, pistoning up
    and down, her juices trailing down the shaft until she met his groin, his dick filling her completely.
    She held him by his shoulders, refusing to look him in the face as she began driving herself up
    and down, riding him and groaning out as he filled her again and again.

    Norman released one of Natalie's small, firm tits and ran his hand down her body, grasping
    her hip as she started riding him harder. Her free, petite little tit began jiggling wildly as she
    moved faster and faster, looking anywhere except his face, refusing to acknowledge him in any
    way except for his cock. And he was perfectly fine with that. He could feel her hot juices
    sliding over his balls as she thrust herself up and down on him, gasping out, her voice echoing
    through her bedroom. He squeezed hard, pinching her ripe little nipple causing her to gasp out
    in pain and pleasure, her body still moving faster and faster on his cock.

    Looking anywhere except for Norman's face, Natalie's eyes eventually came to rest on a
    picture in a frame sitting on her bedside table. The picture was of her and Benjamin together
    on a pier somewhere in Hawaii, her in a modest bikini and him in swimming shorts and a open
    Hawaiian shirt. They smiled as the sun set behind them, the pier empty, the shops closed, his
    arm around her shoulder, her arm around his waist. She was so happy then but now, while
    forcibly riding her husband's uncle's cock, the picture stabbed her in the heart. She braced her
    hands on the headboard of her and Benjamin's bed, rolling her hips, pistoning up and down on
    Norman's ridgid cock, panting and moaning like an animal, sweat rolling down her body, her
    churning pussy gripping him tightly, and her eyes locked on the picture. Her orgasm began
    boiling up inside of her as tears of shame rolled down her face and she gasp in lust like some
    animal, her shame turning her on more and more.

    Norman followed his niece's eyes and smirked when he saw what she was looking at. His
    hand continued to knead her small breast as he felt her pussy gripping his cock and held her
    stead with his other hand on her hip. He began thrusting up inside of her, letting her do most
    of the work as she punished herself by locking eyes with the picture of her and his nephew.
    "You are such a fucking whore," he chuckled amused when she still refused to look at him, using
    his cock to get herself off. "Just a fucking slut desperate for cock," he continued, "Just wanting
    a big, thick, hard dick to get her off."

    "Shut... shut up, Nor... Norman," Natalie gasped. She rolled her hips roughly, stimulating
    her clit, groaning in pleasure as her orgasm began to roll through her. She cried out in lust,
    Her fingers gripping the headboard, her burning cunt gripping Norman's cock. Her juices
    spilled out of her, covering the old man's lap as he laughed below her and she could feel his prick
    erupting inside of her, filling her with his hot, burning cum.

    Norman used both hands to squeeze Natalie's slender hips as firmly as he could, grinding
    himself up against her as she shuddered and cried, purposefully drawing out her orgasm, her
    eyes still locked onto the picture. He laughed out loud as she moaned softly one more time,
    her body relaxing above him. "Get what you needed? Get a big cock in you to get off? Get
    yourself a early morning quickie to set you right?" he bellowed joyfully.

    "Shut up, Norman," Natalie barked before swinging a leg out and getting off of the old
    man's lap. She found a stack of washcloths on the table and used them to get herself cleaned
    up before stomping out of her bedroom to go and take a shower.

    "I could use some breakfast," Norman shouted after her with a wide, wicked smile.

    Natalie turned the water up hot enough to nearly scald her sensitive flesh, her skin quickly
    turning red as she stood beneath the water, hoping that it would drown her. She took a
    washcloth and began soaping herself, scrubbing her skin raw trying to get the feel of Norman off
    of her skin until she could stop shuddering in disgust with her uncle but mostly disgust with
    herself. She cried in shame, her stomach flipping as she thought about what she had done,
    what she was doing. And shame at how much she had enjoyed it purely on a biological, animal
    level. She had allowed Norman access to her, to her most sensitive, intimate places but her
    heart still belonged to her husband. The thought of her husband dried up her tears as she
    scowled to herself in the shower and let the anger course through until she felt she could face
    the world with the shame of what she had done.

    Taking a different washcloth she began scrubbing between her legs, rubbing hard enough
    to cry out in pain, desperate to be clean, angry at herself. She turned the shower off and
    stepped out with the cloth still in hand before flinging it across the room in the direction of the
    trash. She told herself that she'd burn it later as she grabbed a towel and began angrily drying
    herself before also throwing the towel away and telling herself she'd burn it as well as she
    stepped into her bedroom. She purposefully refused to look at any picture that contained her
    husband as she grabbed a old, comfortable pair of short running shorts and began looking for
    her nightshirt.

    Natalie tore through her room looking for any of her nightclothes, spending five minutes
    looking until Norman's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Lookin' for somethin', pumkin?" he
    called out and she could hear the snide smirk on the old pervert's face. She stood topless in
    her room, fuming at the sound of the old man's voice, her fists on her slender hips. She knew it
    was some sort of power-play, Norman stealing her nightclothes but she couldn't see a way out of
    it. She could just go ahead and get dressed but that would mean he had won some kind of
    argument she couldn't understand the rules to, after all, why else would he refuse to let her
    dress comfortably in her own home? Refusing to allow Norman to manipulate her she stomped
    out of her room into the kitchen.

    As his niece-in-law walked into the kitchen, Norman looked her up and down hungrily.
    Her shorts showed off her slender legs and revealed just the smallest hint of the underswell of
    her tight ass and her small, firm tits jiggled with every angry step. "So, what's for breakfast?"
    he chuckled.

    Natalie scowled at her husband's uncle. "I'm having eggs so you will just have to put up
    with my leftovers," she said as defiantly as possible.

    Norman shrugged his shoulders at the topless beauty as if he was conceding some point to
    her, after all, he had her where he wanted her, topless and serving him. His eyes spent most of
    the time trying to stare through her shorts. Her graceful back was also of particular interest to
    him and he told himself that he was going to have to cum on it before to much more time passed.
    "You're just about the sexiest cook I've ever had," he chuckled and smirked when Natalie didn't
    reply. "I bet you could make a fair bit of money being a topless chief, selling yourself at
    parties," he continued. He could see the muscles in her neck and shoulders straining as she
    tried to ignore him. "Couse, you'd make even more money if you just sold that little piece of
    heaven between your legs."

    Grinding her teeth, her hands balled into fists, her knuckles turning white, Natalie
    continued to try to ignore Norman. She angrily whisked the eggs as the old man continued
    verbally abusing her.

    "I could get a pretty penny for you," Norman chuckled again, "And you'd love it. And the
    way you can ride a cock, hell, you’d make top-dollar. With a cunt like that you could pretty
    much travel the world fuckin' for money." He laughed as Natalie froze for moment and he
    could see her jaw tightening. "And you'd love it too. Hell, the way you came in the shower
    when I just showed up. It was second nature to you, a random prick showed up and you just
    took it. That little slit from God you got sure does know what to do with a dick," he taunted, his
    eyes twinkling with malicious glee as his nephew's wife continued not defending herself, "Not to
    mention your mouth. I ain't had a blow-job like that since, hell, since Ben's parents got
    married."

    Natalie's hands shook as she poured the eggs into the pan.

    "Ben's mom sure did have a pretty mouth," Norman laughed, "And what a tongue.
    Course your titties are kinda small, might have to give a discount for those little things."

    Natalie spun around in a fury. "There's nothing wrong with my breasts!" she yelled.

    Norman took several moments to leer at Natalie's slender chest. "You're right. Just
    about the perfect size for a handful," he said, his eyes locked on her heaving tits, "If I remember
    correctly."

    Natalie stomped her foot angrily, her tits jiggling wildly as she growled in frustration. She
    was angry at Norman for his treatment of her but she was more angry at herself for falling for it.
    She spun back around and returned to their eggs, furiously stirring them.

    Chuckling, Norman reclined in his seat to continue staring at Natalie's tight ass. "Nothing
    to say to that?" he asked snidely, "You're just a little whore that loves dick. A big, hard, stiff dick
    to ride 'til you cum. Ain't nothing wrong with that."

    The phone on the counter rang and Natalie's hand snatched it up before the first ring had
    finished. "What!?" she snapped.

    "Babe? That you?" Benjamin asked worriedly.

    Natalie's eyes went wide with joy and shock at hearing her loving husband's voice. "Ben!
    It's you," she said with a wide smile, "I've missed you so much!" she squealed.

    "Me too," Ben said.

    Norman's face split into a wide, snake-like grin at Natalie on the phone. It was almost like
    the sexy, skinny, topless actress had forgotten all about him and he decided that she need
    reminding. He stood up slowly and crept up behind her, all of her attention on the phone and
    the sound of his nephew's voice. With only a hair's breadth between their bodies he placed his
    hands on her slender hips, holding her still as he felt her jump a little in surprise and give a quick
    squeak of shock.

    "What was that, babe?" Benjamin asked.

    "Nothing, sweetie," Natalie said as Norman began grinding himself against her butt. He
    kept a firm hold on her hips, refusing to let her go as she struggled against his grip. She cupped
    the phone and hissed over her shoulder, "Stop that!" Ben kept talking while his uncle kept
    molesting her and she realized how trapped she was. If Ben knew what was happening to her
    she'd have to explain everything that had happened to her and she didn't even know how to
    explain it to herself. The evil old man kept slowly dry-humping her as his hands slid around to
    her flat stomach, squeezing her body to his while his nephew was none the wiser.

    Keeping one arm wrapped around Natalie's waist, Norman slid his hand up her body,
    slowly creeping to her slight chest. He cupped one of her small, firm tits, pinching her hard
    nipple and rolling it between his fingertips causing her to gasp out. She continued struggling
    weakly against him, barely moving really, just enough to tell herself she was actually doing
    something when in reality she was just a little slut getting off on getting felt up while talking to
    her husband. He could hear his weak-willed nephew clearly, almost as clearly as Natalie
    groaning in unwanted pleasure.

    "What was that, hunny," Benjamin asked.

    "No... nothing, Ben," Natalie said, trying not to groan as Norman continued fondling her
    breast. Her eyes went wide in fright when she felt his free hand start to creep down her lower
    abdomen. Her lower lip began to tremble as his fingers reached the elastic of her shorts,
    dipping below them, sneaking towards her pubic mound and she cursed herself for not wearing
    underwear. As he molested her she felt a stirring in her mind, a memory from long ago
    swimming just below the churning water of her mind. It would pop up and she would grab at it
    but it would quickly sunk back down into the depths of her unconscious mind.

    Noman's fingers snuck lower into Natalie's shorts, his middle finger searching out her tight
    little slit and he chuckled into her ear. "Just a horny little slut," he whispered as his finger
    parted her dewy pussy-lips. He split her wet labia with his middle finger using his pointer and
    ring fingers to trap her lips against either side of his middle finger, sawing up and down her cunt
    and with just a few strokes he had her poor, abused pussy seeping with the juices of her
    unwanted arousal. She groaned into the phone and he began nuzzling her neck lovingly in
    contrast to what he was doing to her pussy as he whispered, "My dirty, little whore."

    "Are you okay, you sounded like you were groaning," Benjamin asked with a small tone of
    worry in his voice.

    "Ah... ah, it's, ah... I was just... just stretching," Natalie blurted out, "It's morning here."
    Against her will she began rubbing her ass against the semi-hard lump pressed against her as a
    mixture of anger and lust ran through her followed by shame. It couldn't have been ten
    minutes since she had scrubbed her abused pussy raw to get the feel of Norman's prick off of her
    and now she was humping herself between his hand and penis. She tried her best to carry on
    the conversation with her husband but all she could do was grunt in reply to try and hide her
    gasps of forced pleasure.

    "...so I should be home by tonight," Benjamin finished happily.

    "That... that's gre... great, dear," Natalie said as a shiver of pleasure coursed through her
    traitorous body, "I'll... I'll see you th... then."

    "Love you," Benjamin said before hanging up.

    Natalie let the phone drop to the counter so she could brace herself and finally let out the
    groan of lust that had been building inside of her.

    With a snicker, Norman quickly pulled his hands away from Natalie leaving her gasping.

    Angrily, Natalie looked over her shoulder at Norman as he stared at her with a
    self-satisfied smirk on his face. "You fucker," she hissed.

    Norman shrugged his shoulders. "You know what? I'm not that hungry," he said before
    turning around to walk out of the kitchen, "I think I'll take a nap. I'm still healing, after all."

    "And you can sleep in the guest room, you dirty pervert," Natalie called angrily after her
    uncle-in-all. He waved her off dismissively and when he was gone she noisily removed the pan
    from the stove and plopped down on the kitchen counter. She covered her face as she fought
    off more tears, refusing to cry any more because of that horrible man. She had shocked herself
    using profanity against him but there was really no other name to call him but what he was, a
    pervert. Nervous, scared and confused, Natalie sat unabashedly topless at her kitchen table
    wondering what she was going to do when her husband finally got home.

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    When he finally woke up from his nap, Norman stretched like a contented cat with a wide,
    self-satisfied smile on his face. He looked over at the alarm clock and saw that it was well after
    lunch time but he wasn't hungry, after all, if he needed something to eat he was sure his niece
    would do in a pinch. He had to stop himself from laughing out loud at everything he had put
    Natalie through and his dick started to raise up. It wasn't just the sex, although she seemed to
    be gettin' better as time wore on, it was her complete obliviousness at everything he had done.
    She was basically powerless against him and he wondered what kind of unbelievably sheltered
    life she had been raised in that had made her such a easy mark.

    When Benjamin had told the family who he had been dating, Norman had spent an entire
    weekend masturbating to her first movie, The Professional. And when he had finally meet his
    nephew's girlfriend he had spent another weekend looking up every movie the beautiful, slender
    woman had ever made. The most provocative thing Natalie had ever done was show her ass in
    some art house movie, and had been naked but covered but he had spanked himself silly over it.
    She was really a tasty piece of ass. He chuckled to himself as he sat up on the side of the bed
    and wondered what kind of game he could talk her into before his nephew made it home.

    Curled up on her couch, Natalie heard the shower turn on and knew that Norman was up
    and awake. She had spent several hours silently alone on the couch both trying not to think of
    everything she had done as well as trying to think of a way out of it. She felt like she was
    trapped in the center of a spider's web. A web she herself had spun out of all the lewd,
    perverted things she had done and allowed to happen. Things she was ashamed to admit that
    she may have enjoyed. She had no idea those things had been buried inside of her and she
    wished she knew how to shove them back into the hole they had been found in.

    When the shower turned off she knew that she was going to have to face Norman again
    and she tried to prepare herself for giving her uncle-in-law the telling-off that he deserved. She
    could hear the perverted old man walking out of the guest room and sat herself higher on the
    couch and prepared her most withering gaze, the one she used on Benjamin when he had finally
    pushed her to the limit. It was a gaze she had practiced in the mirror several times for various
    movie rolls and had never failed to work on her husband yet.

    When Norman walked into the living room he saw Natalie sitting ramrod straight on the
    couch and tried to keep a smirk off his lips. She had found where he had hidden her shorts and
    it was obvious she had been waiting for him and had the look of some disapproving mother on
    her face. The kind that said that she was both mad and disappointed at her child. But he was
    no child. "I think we should have a talk," he said like he was some sort of disapproving father
    about to chastize a way-ward daughter.

    "I was thinking the same thing," Natalie agreed keeping the stern look of disapproval on
    her face. She continued to glare at him as he made his way over and sat opposite of her on the
    couch. He was wearing a simple T-shirt and sweats, his feet bare as he looked over at her.
    She barely blinked as they peered at each other, neither one looking away.

    "So, I take it Benjamin will be home tonight," Norman said. He knew that she knew that
    he had heard everything over the phone but he purposefully made the comment sound like a
    question.

    "You know he will," Natalie said defiantly.

    Norman nodded solemnly as he looked down at his hands cupped together in his lap and
    looked at Natalie from the corner of his eye. She was dressed in a white T-shirt with jeans and
    socks, obviously braless beneath the material of her top, her nipples pressed slightly through the
    white cloth. "Then I think it's time we started acting like the adults we are and call off our little
    fling," he sighed unhappily. He tried to keep a smile off of his lips at the look of shock on
    Natalie's beautiful face. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in shock at his words.

    Natalie lost the look she had practiced so many times in the mirror. She couldn't believe
    Norman had just said what he had just said. "What?"

    "Listen, sweetie," Norman said as he looked up at Natalie and put a look of mild concern
    on his face but mostly it was a look of understanding, "I'm not going to say it hasn't been fun, it
    really has, but I couldn't possibly continue sleeping with my nephew's wife."

    Natalie's mouth continued to gap open in shock. "What?"

    Norman placed on affectionate hand on Natalie's knee. "And it's not that you aren't a
    beautiful woman, you are, and I count myself blessed that I've been able to spend this time with
    you," he continued, "But Benny is my nephew and I've actually dishonored myself as well as him
    by engaging in our affair. Do you understand?"

    "I don't... I don't... What?" Natalie stammered in confusion.

    Norman took his hand off of Natalie's knee and patted her affectionately on the shoulder
    with his other hand. "When you came onto my be while I was sick, it was like being touched by
    and angel," he said, still struggling to keep a smile off of his mouth, "And in the shower it was
    like bathing in the waters of the fountain of youth. And in the theater, and then on the floor, it
    was like I was reborn as a younger man." Natalie's mouth continued to hang open and he took
    the finger of his free hand and crooked it under her chin, encouraging her to close her mouth.
    She couldn't speak through the shock she felt and it amused him to no end. "But I think I know
    what really happened," he added.

    "What?" Natalie said. She realized Norman's finger was under her chin and shook her
    head until he pulled it away.

    "You wanted an adventure," Norman continued, "And I suppose, after making love to you
    when I was sick and helpless, I wanted one too. It's perfectly normal, angel." He ran his hand
    back from her shoulder to her back, stoking her. "But I'm afraid our little adventure will have to
    end. For your husband's sake if not for ours."

    Natalie couldn't even bring herself to speak. It was like Norman had been living a
    completely different life than her over the last couple of days. Was it possible he had actually
    thought that was what had been happening? Had it all been just a fling to him? Had it meant
    nothing to him? Had the emotional turmoil she had been feeling been nothing more than
    some harmless adventure to him? Had the emotional turmoil only been her? Did he really
    just... go along with what was happening with no maliciousness at all on his part? Was that
    possible? Was it all in her mind.

    "Do you understand, sweetie?" Norman asked with all the false sincerity he could muster.
    He nearly choked on his air at the look on Natalie's face. He could hear the wheels spinning
    and creaking in her head, confused at everything he was saying. After everything he had put
    her through she just couldn't conceive that he had been doing all of this on purpose. It wasn’t
    a lack of intelligence on her part, it was just that she had been always been protected and kept
    naive and it was a naivety that he was gleefully taking advantage of. After all, he and Benjamin
    came from the same family so how could she believe that he had been born so differently than
    his nephew. With that in mind, of course everything was just a big misunderstanding. He was
    actually afraid the beautiful young star could hear him cackling inside his mind.

    Natalie snatched at the idea that the last few days was just a huge misunderstanding.
    "Of... of course," she said eagerly.

    "I'm so glad," Norman said with the sweetest smile that he could muster, "Can I have a
    hug?"

    Natalie smiled with relief as she nodded. She tentatively opened her arms up and
    Norman embraced her warmly. His hands didn't wander, didn't slide provocatively across her
    body, didn't try to take advantage of her in anyway shape or form and she found herself melting
    against his embrace. He broke the hug and sat back up and she did the same. Then her face
    went slack and her mouth gapped open in shock when he spoke again.

    "...and a blow-job?" Norman added. Once again he tried not to snicker evilly at the look
    on Natalie's face. "Just to say, you know, good-bye and no hard feelings," he added as he pulled
    down the elastic of his sweats and scooped out his prick. He tugged on himself lightly, letting
    himself grow erect slowly as his niece's eyes drifted down to his lap. "I'd sure appreciate it," he
    finished as his cock slowly hardened in his hand.

    "I don't... I don't... I don't..." Natalie stammered as she looked down at Norman's slowly
    expanding penis. A sense of surrealism enveloped her. This was in no way how she had
    imagined this conversation would go. She had thought it was over. Her infidelities finished.
    She had thought she would have been able to put everything behind her and continue with her
    life but there it was, the slowly hardening prick she had gotten so used to since her husband had
    left her all along with his leachous uncle. She didn't even react when she felt Norman put his
    hand between her shoulder blades and gently press her down.

    "I really do appreciate this," Norman said plainly as he gently pushed Natalie down over
    his lap. She put up no resistance, just reacted in complete shock and let him guide her down
    like nothing was wrong. Once again he was amazed by how easy a mark his nephew had
    married.

    "I don't... I don't... I don't..." Natalie continued to stammer as she allowed Norman to
    press her down to his wicked penis. She braced her hands against his thighs to keep him from
    pushing her face into his pubic hair and his dick rose up to meet her lips. Her body was on
    autopilot, acting on his own accord since her brain refused to process the situation she was in.
    It had been over, her dirty, sexual fling had been finished. Norman had said as much but
    somehow she once again found herself opening to welcome him into her body. Granted, it
    wasn't nearly as perverse as some of the other things that had happened to her, waking up with
    his prick inside of her, allowing him to fuck her in the shower, cumming on his fingers in a theater
    filled with people, riding him to another orgasm. With out being told, one of her hands circled
    the base of his prick and began tugging on him as her other hand gently cupped his balls.

    Norman relaxed on the couch as Natalie's soft, warm lips sealed themselves around the tip
    of his cock. Her head started bobbing up and down, taking half the length of his prick as she
    tugged on his shaft and massaged his balls. He slid his hand from her back to the back of her
    head, guiding her lightly as her tongue massaged his length. He was amazed at how easily she
    had accepted partial blame for him fucking her crazy. It was like all she needed was the
    smallest excuse to be a complete whore.

    The feel of Norman's hand on the back of her head broke Natalie from her shocked
    compliance. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, expecting him to begin thrusting up
    into her mouth and start the verbal abuse she had become so used to. But Norman remained
    silent, his hips still. She turned her head slightly to the side, the head of his prick bulging
    against her cheek as she looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his face looked content.
    There was none of the malicious glee she had become accustomed to, none of the contempt,
    none of the verbal abuse. He simply sat still, seemingly just enjoying the feel of him in her
    mouth. It added to her confusion.

    Once again Norman tried to keep a knowing smirk off of his face. He could feel Natalie
    staring up at him, studying him, waiting for him to act like he had been but he was a master of
    the unexpected and simply sat still. He knew it would add to her confusion and that she would
    undoubtedly continue just to prove that he was the bastard she had become used to. She
    would continue sucking his cock just to prove that he was the horny bastard that had fucked her
    endlessly since waking up in her guest bed and he would continue not acting like a horny bastard
    just to get a blow-job out of her. She was his puppet and he masterfully held her strings.

    Her eyebrow cocked in suspicion, Natalie went back to her blow-job. If this is what it
    took to get Norman to finish their whatever they were doing then she'd do it. After all, she'd
    done worse since her husband had left. She went back to bobbing up and down on her uncle's
    prick, her lips stretched tightly around his girth, her tongue rubbing firmly against his shaft, her
    fist meeting her mouth as she slid wetly up and down his dick. Her other hand deftly juggled
    his bloated balls as she concentrated on sucking his prick, the tip of his cock bumping against the
    back of her mouth with every suck and lick. Her shoulders were tensed as she waited for him
    to begin forcefully fucking her mouth and call her the whore and the slut he was convinced that
    she was. And what could her argument against it possibly be? Here she was, bent over his lap,
    sucking his cock, all in an effort to get him to leave her alone and let her get back to her life.

    Relaxing against the back of the couch, one hand on the back of Natalie's head to guide
    her up and down, Norman once again groaned out in contentment. He thought about how
    many men wanted to be where he was with Natalie Portman's lips wrapped around their dick
    and smiled wide. Hell, how many men would have loved to have lived his life at all? He'd
    never put down roots, went his own way, pretty much did whatever he wanted whenever he
    wanted, consequences were for other people. He wasn't necessarily a con-man but he was
    smart enough to get what he wanted whenever he wanted it. And he couldn't remember the
    last time he'd paid a single tax. But now, now he had his crowning achievement. One more
    hole to go and he'd have everything out of Natalie Portman that any man could possibly want.

    Natalie did the best job she could with Norman's prick. She sucked forcefully, she let
    strings of her saliva drip from the corners of her mouth to help lubricate him, she massaged his
    shaft with her tongue, she ran his sensitive head around the insides of her moist mouth, she
    added a twist with her wrist as she slide her fist wetly up and down his length, and she firmly
    massaged his balls with her other hand. But for some reason, no matter what she did, she felt
    uninspired. For some reason it felt like she was simply masturbating him with her mouth, the
    entire act barely registering as sex of any kind. Granted, she still felt a little confused by the
    whole situation but that didn't help the strange thought in the back of her mind that she was
    missing something, some kind of key component was missing.

    Flattening her head against Norman's groin, Natalie deep-throated the older man, an act
    she didn't even know she could do until her uncle had fucked her throat. His pubic hair tickled
    her nose as she held him in her tightly clutching throat and squeezed his balls in her hand. She
    bobbed up and down quickly, her lips meeting his groin until she pulled back a little and let his
    tip rest inside of her mouth. She circled him with her tongue before diving back down, deep
    throating him again. But for some reason it still felt like something was missing.

    Norman enjoyed the power he had over Natalie now. She was doing all the work while
    he sat lazily on her couch and let her, allowing her to try and please him. It was almost funny.
    He had spent so much time abusing her physically, verbally, and even mentally and now she had
    no idea what to do on her own. Her blow-job was completely uninspired but like a fat girl on
    prom night, she was trying her best. He wondered how long it would take her to figure it out as
    he stared down at her.

    Mechanically, Natalie continued sucking her uncle's dick. Her mind was in turmoil,
    confusion whirling around and spinning her thoughts into useless torrents. She was trying her
    best but for some reason it felt like this was just some cardboard cut out of sex, a useless parody.
    "What am I doing wrong?" she wondered helplessly as she held Norman's cock in her mouth.
    The strange confusion and frustration filling her mind had her on the verge of tears and she
    desperately wanted someone, anyone to tell her what was going on and what to do. Tears
    spilled from her eyes, dropping down onto her husband's uncle's lap as she continued sucking on
    his prick, frantically wanting to do it right.

    The sight of Natalie crying as she tried to figure out the best way to please him was the
    greatest aphrodisiac that Norman could ever possibly need. Either that or holding her down
    and forcefully fucking her to senses shattering orgasm against her will. Either one would do for
    him. "Oh, sweetie, that feels so good," he groaned as he rolled his hips up, sliding is cock as
    deep into his niece’s mouth as he could and cumming deep into her throat. With every spurt of
    his hot cum she swallowed eagerly, her throat rippling around his throbbing cock-head as he
    drained himself into her talented mouth.

    Natalie eagerly sucked down Norman's thick load, her hand squeezing every drop out of
    his balls and shaft as he drained himself. With the last of his cum sliding like liquid silk down
    her throat she allowed his softening prick to pop out of her mouth and looked up at him
    expectantly. He smiled down at her and patted her head affectionately as she waited.

    "Oh, that was so nice," Norman said warmly, "Thanks."

    Disappointment filled Natalie as she allowed Norman to pull her up before stuffing himself
    back into his sweats. She continued to wait.

    "I'm going to take a nap before Benjamin shows up," Norman said nonchalantly as he
    stood up. Without looking at the young woman who had just sucked his cock, he walked out of
    the living room to the guest bedroom and closed the door behind him. It took all of his
    willpower not to look back at her just to check that she had the look on her face that he knew he
    had placed there.

    Natalie looked behind with disappointment on her face as even more confusion filled her.
    She had finally figured out what had been missing during the blow-job, the missing element she
    hadn't even realized she had become accustomed to and the realization had left her even more
    confused. Not once did Norman yell or beret her. Not once did he demand something from
    her. Not once did he force her to do anything. And without that bizarre guidance she had
    been lost, unsure of what to do. She hadn't been the most practiced of women when she had
    married Benjamin but on their wedding night she still knew what to do but just now, with
    Benjamin's uncle in her mouth, she had felt completely lost. A single tear trickled down her
    cheek as she wonder what it was that Norman had done to her, how he had made her want to
    be verbally and physically degraded in order to get off.

    Refusing to give into the confusion filling her, Natalie pushed it aside and began getting
    their home ready for Benjamin's return, sure that once he was home everything would be right
    again. To begin with the laundry needed to be done. She had been so busy sinking to new
    levels of depravity, thanks to Norman, that she had no clean clothes of her own much less for her
    husband. With Norman asleep she felt a bit safer and more comfortable in her home so she
    stripped off the old jeans she was wearing leaving her in only her T-shirt and panties. She
    started the washing machine and began cleaning the house in total until she stepped on
    something odd in the living room.

    The rug felt stiff below her foot so she bent down, wondering what it was. When Natalie
    suddenly remembered that it was the spot she and her uncle had... had had their fling, she felt
    suddenly woozy. In her shameful excitement she had soiled the carpet. Disgusted with
    herself she began frantically cleaning the spot, desperately trying to remove the evidence of her
    marital crime while also trying to remove it from her memory. It was a fitful experience but at
    strange sense of pride seemed to fill her chest as the carpet slowly became clean but her heart
    grew heavy as she realized that no matter what she did she couldn't remove the stain of what
    she had done as a wife.

    When Natalie was finished in the living room she threw the wet clothes from the washer
    into the dryer and decided it was time to start dinner. Having food ready for her husband when
    he returned home was something a good wife would do and she wanted to be a good wife more
    than anything in the world right now. It would be a simple meal, something they could eat
    together before Benjamin headed to bed, tired from his trip. She didn't even think about what
    Norman could eat, refusing to feed the pig of a man and with any luck he would sleep until her
    husband got home. She knew that her uncle wouldn't dare try anything with her while
    Benjamin was home, she'd be safe.

    Concentrating on preparing her husband's welcome home meal, Natalie didn't hear
    Norman enter the kitchen. He sat down as quietly as he could, staring leachously at Natalie's
    ass as she moved through the kitchen cooking. Every time she would reach up for something in
    the cabinets her shirt would lift up exposing her pantie covered rear-end and every time she
    bent down for something on or below the counters her ass stuck out straight at him. He licked
    his lips hungrily just staring at his niece. When she reached down to pull a skillet out below the
    stove he could see up her gaping T-shirt to her small, dangling breasts and he groaned out like a
    eager animal.

    Natalie jumped up and looked back at the sound and, of course, found Norman leering at
    her. "Stop it," she ordered before turning back to her and Benjamin's meal.

    "Stop what?" Norman asked as innocently as possible, "I'm not doing anything."

    "You know perfectly well what you are doing, Norman," Natalie said sternly, "And I'd kindly
    thank you to stop it."

    "There is just no pleasing you," Norman chuckled, "You wanted me to stop fuckin' you and
    I have and now you're upset when I sit here and do nothing."

    "Then stop staring at me," Natalie said in her most stern voice. She looked at the clock
    on the wall as she cooked and did some quick math in her head. She cursed herself for thinking
    Norman would do anything more than cat-nap and now her pants wouldn’t be dry for another
    fifteen minutes. She refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting to him her slight
    embarrassment at being half naked and going off to her room to get her robe to wear. This was
    her house and if she wanted to do her laundry and cook without her pants then she would, old
    perverts be damned.

    Norman tried his damnedest to stare through Natalie's panties as she finished cooking.
    After a while a buzzer sounded off in another room and he guessed his little peep show would
    be over and he was right. Natalie stormed off into the laundry room and came back wearing a
    comfortable pair of sweat pants. "Show's over I guess," he said with a chuckle.

    "I threw your clothes into the guest room," Natalie said nonchalantly as she continued
    cooking, refusing to look at her uncle, "You can sort them yourself."

    Chuckling at Natalie's idea of punishment for his behavior, Norman got up and walked past
    his niece, swatting her taunt little ass on his way by. "I guess I'll just have to get to it then," he
    said as he walked out of the kitchen while Natalie refused to say anything to him.

    By the time Norman came out of the guest room, Natalie had already changed into less
    casual clothes. She wore a simple button-up, short sleeved blouse, nicer jeans and had her hair
    up in a loose bun. She could feel Norman still leering at her as he made his way to the living
    room but she refused to acknowledge the older man in any way. She made a point of only
    setting two places to eat and he chuckled at her little display of defiance as he walked into the
    living room and sat down on the couch. Natalie then kept the food warm on the stove and sat
    at the kitchen table to wait for Benjamin and thank God she didn't have to wait long.

    With a rattling of keys the front door to the house opened. "Benjamin!" Natalie squealed
    excitedly as she jumped up from her chair. She practically ran through the living room and
    jumped into her husband's arms forcing him to drop the luggage he was carrying. He wrapped
    his arms around his wife as she frantically planted kiss after kiss on his face. "Whoa, whoa,
    whoa," Benjamin chuckled, "What did I do to deserve this?"

    "I missed you," Natalie giggled. All the pain, despair and remorse she had been through
    melted away in her husband's arms as she squeezed him tightly.

    "Benjamin, good to see you, boy," Norman wheezed as he slowly sat up from the couch.
    He could see Natalie staring at him in disbelief as he made his way to his nephew on shaking legs.
    "So glad to see you," he said as Benjamin set Natalie down. He weakly shook his nephew's
    hand and pretended to dab sweat off of his brow with his other hand. In just a few seconds
    with a few steps and a few weak pumps of Benjamin's he had managed to take all of the
    attention away from Natalie.

    "Uncle Norman, how are you feeling?" Benjamin asked worriedly.

    "Can't complain, can't complain," Norman said with a slight, fake cough, "Your wife has
    been taking care of just about all my needs." He looked over at Natalie and had to stop himself
    from laughing at the look of stunned disbelief still on her face.

    "I'm so glad to hear that," Benjamin said with all sincerity to his uncle before turning to his
    wife. "Honey, I really can't thank you enough," he told Natalie.

    "I've been thankin' her every chance I get," Norman said, leering and waggling his
    eyebrows at Natalie with Benjamin's head turned away from him. His nephew gave Natalie a
    quick peck on her forehead and Norman made silent kissy faces at her.

    When Benjamin turned back to his uncle he missed the mischievous look on the older
    man's face. "You were so weak when I found you. I wish you would have let me take you to
    the ER," he said earnestly.

    Norman shook his head slowly, hunching down a little as if the effort of standing was
    getting to him. "I doubt I would have gotten nearly the same attention from them that I got
    from your wife," he said as warmly as he could. Behind his nephew, Natalie began glaring
    angrily at him. He looked back at his nephew and clapped him warmly on the shoulder. "You
    must be famished from your trip," he said as he held his arm out to present the kitchen to
    Benjamin, "Natalie made us a light supper so why don't we tuck in?"

    Natalie couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing as Benjamin took Norman by the
    elbow and led the old man into the kitchen. Why was Norman acting like he was still sick
    unless to mess with Natalie in some way. And what was she supposed to say, that she didn't
    make any food for the poor old sick looking man. She glared evilly at the old man as he turned
    his head and smiled at her over his shoulder and he and Benjamin entered the kitchen.

    Benjamin looked at the two places set on the table and looked back at Natalie. "Honey,
    there's only two places set, aren't you eating?" he asked.

    "Oh, don't you worry about her," Norman reassured his nephew, "She ate while she was
    cooking. Isn't that right, Nat?" He looked back at Natalie and wagged his eyebrows at her,
    daring her to call him out on his lie.

    "I... I... I... sure," Natalie stammered as Benjamin and Norman sat down. "The man is
    pure evil," she thought to herself.

    With no way to call out Norman she tried to keep herself from storming through the
    kitchen as she served them both. The meal wasn't elaborate, simply a salad, soup, and some
    crackers and as the two men began eating she joined them at the table. She sat between
    Norman and Benjamin giving all of her attention to her husband while turning her back to her
    uncle. "So how was your trip, sweetie," she asked Benjamin.

    "Not bad, not bad," Benjamin said before taking a sip of soup, "It wasn't even really a
    emergency. A client just overreacted to a small slump in The Market so all I had to do really
    was just baby him a bit." He turned to Natalie and tried to smile as warmly and apologetically
    as he could to her. "So I'm sorry I had to leave you all alone," he said.

    Natalie's heart melted at the puppy dog look on her husband's face. She cupped her face
    in her hands and gave him a firm kiss on the lips, momentarily forgetting who was sitting behind
    her. "It's okay, I'm just glad to have you home," she said. It was an extremely romantic
    moment between husband and wife until the wife felt the uncle-in-law's hand on her thigh.

    Benjamin saw his wife jump a little from the corner of his eye. "You okay, honey?" he
    asked before taking another sip of soup.

    Trying her best to ignore Norman, Natalie smiled as sweetly as she could at her husband.
    "I'm fine, sweetie," she said as she tried to swat her husband's uncle's hand away from her thigh
    without drawing attention but the old man kept a firm hold of her slender leg. His hand started
    to creep to the insides of her thighs. She tried pinching him but nothing she tried would deter
    the old man. Her husband told her all about his trip but she couldn't pay much attention with
    Norman's hands between her legs. He began squeezing her denim covered groin, her pussy
    moistening despite herself, and whenever Benjamin's attention was fixed on his dinner she
    glared at the old pervert behind her from over her shoulder. He just grinned back between sips
    of her soup that he had practically stolen.

    "That was great," Benjamin said before giving Natalie a quick peek on her cheek, "I'm
    gonna go get cleaned up."

    The moment Benjamin was out of the room, Natalie spun around in her chair and swatted
    at Norman. "What is the matter with you!" she whispered angrily.

    Norman grinned wickedly at Natalie. "You're upset when I'm touching you, you're upset
    when I'm not touching you. There's just no pleasing you sometimes," he chuckled as he set his
    napkin down on the table and moved off to the guest room.

    While sitting next to her husband on the couch listening to how his trip went, Natalie's
    stomach dropped when she saw Norman come back out of the guest room. The fact that he
    was fully dressed, shaved, showered, and looking so well rested told her that he was up to
    something. And the shark like smile on his face just proved it. How could Ben not see the
    hungry, lustful look in his uncle's eyes? Norman sat across the living room from them and
    joined in, catching Benjamin up on how well she had taken care of him. It sickened Natalie.
    How could someone lie to family like that old man was doing?

    "Well I hope you two don't mind but I think I'm going to head to bed a bit early," Benjamin
    said with a playful slap on his wife's thigh.

    "Good idea, good idea," Norman agreed, leering at Natalie when his nephew's back was
    turned.

    "You two going to be okay without me?" Benjamin asked playfully as he started walking to
    his bedroom.

    "I'm sure we'll be fine together," Norman said, wiggling his eyebrows at Natalie.

    "We'll be fine," Natalie agreed coldly, glaring angrily at Norman. A sense of inevitability
    flowed through her body as she got up from the couch without even excusing herself and made
    her way into the kitchen with her and Benjamin's dirty dishes, Norman could clean up after
    himself. The leachous old man followed her into the kitchen and she could feel his eyes on her
    but she refused to acknowledge him as she wiped down the kitchen counter. She could hear
    him breathing as she put the leftovers in the fridge but she refused to even act like she knew he
    was there. As she bent over the kitchen table she could hear his footsteps but refused to act
    like she knew what was coming next. With her husband only a few dozen feet away his uncle
    placed his old, leathery hands on her slender hips.

    Holding onto Natalie's hips, Norman began grinding himself against her out-thrust ass and
    chuckled as she whimpered.

    "Please don't," Natalie asked. Her tone was flat, devoid of inflection because she knew
    there was no stopping what was coming next. Even though his nephew had returned home
    Norman was still going to fuck her.

    "Then stop me," Norman dared before licking her graceful neck, "If you want." He knew
    she wasn't going to say anything as he rubbed his erect prick against her ass through their pants.
    He felt her shudder as he pressed himself forward against her body bent over the table. He ran
    his hands up to her chest and chuckled as he felt her hard nipples through her top. "Knew you
    weren't gonna say shit," he laughed as he squeezed her small tits.

    Natalie surrendered to Norman. Even with her husband here she wasn't safe.
    Helplessly she stood still as he slowly had her way with him, telling herself that there was
    nothing she could do. He had her trapped. A gasped escaped from between her lips and she
    told herself it was just the shock of him pinching her nipples and had nothing to do with simple
    biological pleasure. He ground himself against her even harder, humping her as she stood stock
    still and waited for him to get done with her. It was all because of the situation she was in and
    had nothing to do with the way her traitorous pussy was warming or the way her nipples were
    sizzling with unwanted desire. Why is this always happening to me, she wondered, unaware of
    exactly how far back her situation went.

    "Fucking dirty slut," Norman whispered into Natalie's ear, "I can fucking smell you. Knew
    you weren't gonna say shit." He used his grip on her tits to twist them, almost to the point of
    pain and heard her grunt in reply before he slid his hands back down to her sides. He roughly
    yanked her pants open before unceremoniously tugging them and her panties down to her
    slender thighs, baring her ass to him. He ran his rough hands over her pliant flesh, using his
    thumbs to part her taunt cheeks apart and grinning to himself at the sight of her hidden little
    asshole.

    As Norman slid his thumbs over the entrance to her ass, Natalie whimpered in shame as
    she shuddered in pleasure. His course hands slid roughly over the sensitive flesh of her
    rear-end and no where else. He had no concern for her other than the part of her body he had
    exposed to his greedy eyes and needy hands. He gripped her hips possessively and yanked her
    back against his cloth enclosed erection, grunting in pleasure as he ground himself against her.
    She whimpered out again as he slid down on his knees behind her, his hands holding her taunt
    cheeks apart and she groaned out as she heard him inhale deeply behind her.

    "You're fucking dripping," Norman chuckled as he watched Natalie's warm juices slowly
    trail down the insides of her thighs, "I knew you were just waitin' for me to get you alone." He
    extended his tongue out as far as he could and took a quick lick of his niece’s lust swollen
    pussy-lips and she cried out above him. "Little whore, just waiting for your husband to get out
    of the way so I could fuck you the way you wanted," he said before taking another quick lick and
    causing her to moan out. He used his thumbs to hold her labia apart and jammed his tongue as
    deep into her pink hole as he could, wiggling it around playfully before roughly fucking her with
    it.

    Norman quickly released her hold on her causing Natalie gasp out in surprise. She could
    hear him stand up behind her and her heart sank. He wasn't done with her yet. She
    shuddered as she heard the sound of his zipper opening and the rustle of his clothes as he pulled
    his pants down.

    Norman began rubbing his cock-head across the flesh of Natalie's upturned ass. "Now, a
    little dirty slut with an ass like this isn't gonna tell me nobody ever tried to stick their cocks up it,
    are you?" he chuckled as his pre-cum left gleaming, sticky trails over his niece-in-law's ass.

    Natalie tried to refuse to answer but a quick, painful slap on her ass by Norman's hard
    hand changed her mind and she nodded her head. "A... a few times," she admitted with a
    blush of shame.

    To balance out the red mark he had left on her ass, Norman slapped her other cheek.
    "Bet a dirty little slut like you enjoyed it, huh?" he chuckled, "My nephew ever try to stick it up
    your ass?"

    Once again Natalie tried not to answer but another quick double slap to her rear-end
    convinced her otherwise. "He... he never... never tried," she said as fat tears of shame began
    rolling down her face. I’m fact, nobody had really tried since she had graduated college.

    "Heh, doesn't surprise me any," Norman said as he placed the tip of his cock at the
    entrance to Natalie's gooey cunt, "He never did have much sense." He began rocking himself
    forward, dipping the head of his prick just barely inside of her before pulling back out and
    pressing himself against her rosebud of an asshole.

    "No- o- o- o-..." Natalie stuttered as Norman probed against her ass and then back into her
    dripping cunt. He slid a deeper inch into her slick pussy before pulling back out and pushing
    into her rear entrance again. He repeated himself again, pulling out of her ass and back into
    her pussy, delving another inch inside of her wet hole before shoving himself back into her
    tightly clutching ass, burrowing inside of her an inch at a time like a worm until he was buried
    deep inside of her back entrance.

    "Oh Jesus your ass is tight," Norman gasped. He held himself still, relishing the feel of his
    nephew's wife's ass wrapped tightly around his stiff pole. She was writhing beneath him,
    unable to find a comfortable position with him buried deep inside of her. He held her hips as
    still as possible as she gasped and groaned like a pinned cat, held down by his prick. "Fucking
    little whore needing a big dick to split her ass and fuck her good," he groaned as the cute little
    noises of pain and discomfort turned deeper, throatier as she got used to him being buried
    inside of her. "Fucking little whore doing all the work, just enjoying herself," he chuckled.

    Norman accusing her of enjoying herself steeled Natalie and her head whipped to peer
    angrily at him from over her slender shoulder. He had whittled her down to just a tight hole for
    him to fuck and then insulted her by accusing her of enjoying it. Once again she had lost some
    fight with him she hadn't even known she was fighting much less out to fight it. "Just finish it,
    fucker," she growled.

    "Ha!" Norman cried out before slapping Natalie again on her ass. She turned away from
    him and he could see her arms bracing herself against the table as he pulled out a bare inch and
    thrust himself back in. He began working himself rough and deep inside of the tightest ass he'd
    ever had, his balls rocking back and forth, slapping against her pussy. "Fucking whore wants a
    cock up her ass, fucking whore will get a cock up her ass," he complied as he fucked her hard and
    slow, burying himself deep with each thrust. "Take that cock, you slut. Take that cock in your
    ass that your husband won't even bother to give you," he chuckled as she began panting and
    moaning.

    "Don't you fucking talk about my husband!" Natalie growled. She ignored the sound of
    Norman chuckling again as she began thrusting herself back against him, syncing with his thrusts
    to get as much of his cock into her ass as possible. She tried to ignore him as much as possible,
    reducing him down to just his prick the same way he had reduced her down to just her ass as she
    fucked back against him. With every thrust back she grunted in pleasure, the feel of the cock
    stretching her tightly clutching ass overriding the shame bubbling up inside of her chest.

    Holding himself still, Norman let Natalie do all the work. Her slender body was rocking
    against him, her ass slapping against his hips as the horny slut fucked him all on her own. She
    was gasping and moaning with every lunge back, enjoying the feel of her ass sliding over his
    shaft. He had no idea when the last time she'd gotten a good prick up her rear but going by
    how much noise she was trying not to make she had missed it and was now enjoying every bit of
    it. Why a girl would want to deny herself something she could have just by asking any stranger
    he had no idea but he was certainly enjoying it now.

    "Ah, ah, ah..." Natalie panted as her body rocked against Norman, his cock piercing her
    again and again. Her delicate hands began to ball into fists and her toes began to curl as she
    felt her orgasm begin to rise up inside of her. It had been to long since she had let herself feel
    such a hard penis inside of her rectum and she was helpless to fight against the feeling now.
    Maybe if she'd been more honest with her husband about her own needs she would have been
    able to fight off Norman's advances. Tears of shame were still rolling down her face as she
    cried out in pleasure, her needy body shuddering as her orgasm began rolling through her, her
    pulse thundering in her ears.

    "F- f- f- fuck- k- k- k-..." Norman stuttered as Natalie came around his cock. Her ass
    squeezed down on him with a strength her slender body didn't show she had. She fell forward
    on the table, her quaking ass sticking up higher in the air as she was rocked by her orgasm. He
    quickly yanked his cock out of her ass with a lewd pop, fisting himself as his balls tightened
    against him. He exploded an instant later, his thick load splashing against her ass as he came,
    his white seed painting the flesh of her quivering rear.

    As she came down from her orgasm, Natalie's groan of pleasure turned to pleading
    whimpers. As her mind cleared the shame in her heart washed through her with just as much
    power as her long denied anal orgasm.

    Norman took one last look at Natalie's cum splashed ass before chuckling to himself and
    zipping his pants back up. "Well that was certainly something."

    Natalie glared back angrily at Norman, hating the pleased look on his face. "You dirty
    fucker," she growled.

    "Says the slut that just came with a cock up her shitter," Norman chucked before heading
    off to bed.

    Watching Norman walk away, Natalie managed to pulled her pants up before collapsing
    into a kitchen chair. She held her head in her hands and cried in defeat and surrender as she
    finally admitted to herself what was in her heart. What she needed in order to be happy.
    Who she really was. Who she been every since she was twelve years old. It was almost like
    Norman had introduced who she wanted to be to the woman she actually was and to the
    confused girl she had been. And she cried that the woman she actually was had all but
    smothered the woman she tried to be and had used dirty, shameful sex to do it.

    -----

    When Benjamin woke up the next morning he was greeted by the smell of cooking bacon
    and coffee. He threw on his robe and padded to the kitchen to find Natalie cooking breakfast
    for them. She wished him a good morning and gave him a big hug before throwing their
    breakfast onto two plates. Along with the bacon she had cut up several pieces of fruit and
    poured them both a large glass of orange juice. “So I take it I’m out of the dog house about
    leaving you with Norman?” he asked.

    Natalie just shrugged her shoulders non-committedly while she chewed her bacon. “Life
    happens and everything turned out okay,” she said before smiling and patting Benjamin on his
    hand.

    “I’m glad to hear it,” Ben said and enjoyed his breakfast with his wife. He told her more
    about his trip and she listened politely to him even though he knew she found his job boring.
    He then told her about his plans at work for the day to clear out the three week vacation he had
    promised her before they finished their breakfast and headed to their bedroom.

    Natalie insisted on helping Benjamin get ready for work and then stripped first him and
    then herself. She walked him into their bathroom and started his shower, following him in to
    bathe him. She started with his hair and worked her way down his body, washing around his
    now stiff prick to his legs as she got down on her knees before him.

    Taking her husband's cock in her hands, Natalie gave him a few loving tugs as she looked
    up at him with a warm, loving smile on her lips before taking him into her mouth. She gave
    Benjamin a long, drawn out blow-job, her lips, tongue, and fingers thoroughly exploring every
    inch of his hard shaft, welcoming it, and him, back to their home.

    When Benjamin came, Natalie willingly swallowed everything he had to give until be was
    dry. She used her hands to softly clean his cock and balls, rinsing him off before standing back
    up and turning the shower off. She dried her husband off and set his clothes out for him before
    drying herself off and getting dressed. She finished getting her clothes on before he did,
    dressing casually since she’d be taking her clothes back off shortly.

    Natalie walked Benjamin to the front door and gave him a sweet kiss before closing the
    door behind him and locking it. It wasn't a odd act so it wouldn't seem suspicious if her
    husband returned home early but it would stop him long enough for her to get her clothes back
    on. From the living room window she watched him leave, waving at him as he drove away
    before letting the curtain close.

    Padding across the living room, Natalie pulled off her T-shirt to reveal her small, pert
    breasts. Reaching the short hall to the bedrooms and house bathroom she leaned against the
    wall to tug down her pants to reveal her high, taunt ass and exposed pussy. Wadding her
    clothes under her arm she realized it was the first time she had been naked this far out from the
    privacy of her own bedroom. The stepped up to the door to the guest room and opened it,
    tossing her clothes just inside.

    Still in her socks she walked over to Norman sleeping in the bed, lightly snoring. She
    pushed the covers over to the side of the bed revealing the older man's naked body. She
    wasn't really surprised that he was sleeping naked, he probably went to bed last night knowing
    what she was going to do this morning. Well, maybe not everything she was going to do. She
    moved the covers enough to completely expose him except for the upper half of his chest, his
    shoulders, and his face. She had no interest in him from the waist up right now anyway.

    Natalie got down on her knees beside the bed and gripped his soft, flopping dick. She
    wrapped her lips around his soft tip, licking him with her tongue before sucking his entire prick
    into her mouth. She gripped his balls with one hand as she bathed his soft cock with her
    tongue. He slowly started to harden as she circled the thumb and pointer finger from her free
    hand around the base of his prick. As he started to lengthen in her mouth she began tugging
    his cock with one hand while massaging his balls with the other.

    Norman slowly came out of sleep and looked down over the top of his comforter at
    Natalie sucking his dick. “Hmmm. Knew you were a little cock-sucker at heart,” he groaned
    lustfully.

    Natalie stopped sucking on her uncle in law’s prick long enough to glare angrily at him and
    flip him off. She resumed sucking, never breaking eye contact with the old pervert, staring
    defiantly up at him as her lips slid wetly up and down his shaft.

    “Don’t be mad at me,” he chuckled as he ran his fingers through Natalie’s hair and slowly
    humped up against her face, “You're the slut in denial in all this. Just look at you now.”

    Natalie swatted Norman’s hand away and let his dick fall out of her mouth. “Don't
    fucking touch me,” she ordered as she repositioned his prick to take it back into her mouth, “And
    stop fucking talking. I don't want to be reminded there's anything above your waist.”

    “Ha!” Norman laughed before giving his niece a mock salute, “Yes, ma’am.” He used his
    fingers to close a imaginary zipper across his lips before sitting up a little straighter and placing
    his hands behind his head. He watched Natalie take his cock back into her mouth, her cheeks
    hollowing as she sucked hard on him. Her talented tongue massaged the length of him as her
    beautiful face bobbed up and down over his lap, her eyes occasionally flashing angrily at him
    whenever she accidentally made eye contact with him. She continued massaging his dick and
    balls with her hands as she blew him, trying to enjoy him in her mouth while trying to ignore the
    fact that he was there at all. And she had even swore at him, it was maybe the hottest thing
    she had done since he’d arrived.

    She slipped her lips half way down Norman’s prick as her hand came halfway up his shaft,
    her lips meeting her fist before her mouth and hand reversed direction again. As her hand
    reached the base of his rigid shaft she twisted her fist around him and as her lips reached the top
    of his cock she circled his cock-head with her tongue. Her other hand continue fondling his
    heavy balls, juggling each large orb between her fingers as he groaned above her. Norman was
    amazed at the starlet’s dexterity, accomplishing three different feats with his dick and balls.
    She really was a natural.

    Rolling her eyes in frustration at Norman groaning in pleasure above her, Natalie released
    him from her hands and mouth. “I thought I told you to shut-up,” she said bitterly as she got to
    her feet.

    “Trust me, doll,” Norman chuckled as Natalie climbed up on the bed and straddled his lap,
    “If you were where I’m at you’d be moaning too.”

    “Just shut-up, Norman,” Natalie ordered as she took the base of the old man’s prick and
    aimed him up between her slender legs.

    “Heh, whatever the lady wants,” Norman chuckled as Natalie rubbed the top of his prick
    against her wet, dripping pussy, “Never let it be said I’m not a gentleman.”

    “You're not a gentleman,” she mocked bitterly as she slipped the tip of his cock into her
    hungry pussy and groaned out as she slid herself slowly down his pole. She moaned out in lust
    and desire as his hard shaft parted her hot, slick walls and she released him to brace her hands
    against his chest. She growled in frustration at having touched his surprisingly muscular chest
    before yanking the comforter down so she wasn't in contact with his skin any more than she had
    to.

    Norman chuckled at the look of disgust on Natalie’s face as she squirmed around on top of
    him. “Heh. I may not be the gentleman you want,” he said as he gripped his niece-in-law
    around her small waist, “But I’m the dirty fucker you need.” With a quick jerk he thrust his hips
    up, spearing the horny actress on his prick causing her to shudder in sudden pleasure. She
    gasped out in surprise and lust, her eyelids fluttering and her slender body shuddering, her chest
    heaving, her small breasts jiggling, and her tight pussy rippling around his throbbing prick. He
    chuckled again as she struggled to regain control of her body and glared angrily down at him.

    “Fucking stop it!” Natalie barked as she grabbed both of Norman’s wrists and yanked them
    away from her waist. They struggled against each other with his cock buried inside of her, her
    body rocking back and forth and up and down, slowly reaching a wet rhythm. Her taunt body
    rose up and down, her tight cunt sliding up and down his shaft as she angrily fucked the
    perverted old man's cock. Slowly their fingers intertwined and she used his hands as
    hand-holds to lift herself up and down his throbbing shaft. She closed her eyes, not to ignore
    her uncle-in-law and not to pretend that she was having sex with her husband but rather to just
    concentrate on the pleasure she was receiving. The feel of the soft cock-head rubbing against
    her G-spot, her clit rubbing against the lower abdomen below her, the shaft burrowing inside of
    her wet, heated pussy was all that she cared about as she fucked herself. The fact that there
    was a man that she had come to completely loath attached to the prick giving her so much
    pleasure wasn't even a secondary concern to her, all that mattered was the pure pleasure rising
    up inside of her.

    Norman's eyes suddenly went wide in shock as Natalie violently shoved his hands away
    and gripped him by his shoulders. She began grinding herself against him, almost bruising his
    pelvis as she squeezed his meat with her tight, rippling cunt. Her eyes opened slowly and glared
    defiantly down at him as she worked her naked, sweat slick body against him. Her small,
    pointed breasts dangled a few scant inches from his gasping mouth but whenever he went to
    suck in a hard nipple she moved her slender body away from him.

    “What am I?” Natalie growled.

    “Wha?” Norman asked, completely perplexed by Natalie’s suddenly strange behavior.

    “What am I?” Natalie angrily asked again with a sudden shove of Norman's shoulders
    against the headboard, “ Fuckin’ say it!”

    A strange nervousness spread through Norman's body that oddly didn't effect his hard
    prick. He had never seen this look on Natalie’s before. She looked not just angry but…
    hungry?

    Natalie shoved Norman's body hard against the headboard as she thrust her body back
    against his hard cock. “You’ve been saying it since you’ve been here. Don’t lose your balls
    now,” she ordered.

    A slow smile of realization spread across Norman's face. He slid his hands up Natalie’s
    slender thighs and gripped her thrusting hips. “You're a dirty slut,” he said and the beautiful,
    angry actress actually shuddered in pleasure. “A filthy whore,” and she groaned in
    contentment. “A cock hungry slut that just wants a cock up in her,” and she moaned out, “Any
    cock. A dirty whore that’ll take any prick between her legs,” and her body worked like a piston
    on his dick, “A cum slut that’ll let any man between her legs,” and she began keening like a
    trapped animal. He continued verbally abusing her as his hands began sliding over her body
    pinching her nipples, twisting her breasts, slapping her ass, and even squeezing her throat.

    With no warning, Natalie threw herself back, burying Norman's prick inside of her as
    deeply as she could as she came. Her tight cunt squeezed down on him as her juicy pussy
    gushed in pleasure, her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she rode Norman and her orgasm
    at the same time. Her entire body spasmed and she fell forward, Norman's face buried in her
    slender chest and small breasts as she writhed and squirmed in naked pleasure.

    Squeezing Natalie’s taunt, sweat slick ass as he practically gnawed at her small tits,
    Norman began thrusting himself up into her twitching body as his own orgasm rose up inside of
    him. His balls boiled as he jack-hammered away into his nephew's wife as she continued
    cumming on his throbbing cock. He grunted suddenly as the spent actress squeezed his hips
    with her thighs, her knees digging into her sides.

    Forcing herself up, her hands braced on the wall above Norman's head, Natalie peered
    down at him. “Not yet you don't,” she said as she began lifting herself up, “I’m not done with
    you.” She slid off the side of the bed and stood on shaky legs. “Follow me,” she ordered
    putting an extra swish in her step knowing that the old man's eyes were locked in her swaying
    ass as she walked out of the room.

    A wide, leachous smile split Norman's face as he followed Natalie into the bathroom. He
    watched her slender body stretch as she turned on the shower before looking over her shoulder
    and smiling wickedly at him. She stepped into the steaming shower and began wetting her hair
    and body, leaving the shower door open for him. He softly stroked himself as he watched her,
    the suds from her shampoo cascading down her lithe body as she washed herself. He began
    unconsciously jacking himself harder, faster as she began soaping her body, her hands slipping
    across her slight chest and down her torso.

    Making sure to lock eyes with Norman, Natalie leaned back against the wall of the shower
    stall as she washed her legs from her toes up to the middle of her thighs. She spread her legs
    slightly as her hands traveled up the insides of her legs to her hot, wet cunt. With one hand
    she slid two fingers into her dripping hole while using her other hand to circle her sizzling clit.
    She moaned lustfully as she rocked her hips up against her hands, her eyes never leaving her
    uncle in law’s as she pleasured herself. She could feel her juices trickling down the insides of
    her thighs to join the water rushing down into the shower drain.

    Her eyes stayed locked on Norman's as Natalie turned around slowly, bowing her graceful
    back and present her tight ass to him. Her hands slid around her sides to grab her cheeks and
    parted them to give the perverted old man a unobstructed view of the puckered little entrance
    to her ass. She motioned to his hands with her eyes and gave him a smirk as she said, “Don't
    waste it.”

    Norman looked down at his body and realized his hand was a blur as he jacked himself off
    watching Natalie’s slutty shower show. “Heh,” he chuckled as he released his hold on himself,
    one hand tugging his cock and the other fondling his balls, “Didn't even realize what I was doin’.
    Guess I was distracted.” He boldly walked into the shower, absolutely sure of what was going to
    happen next but as he went to grab into his nephew's wife’s hips she turned around to face him.

    “Ah, ah, ah,” Natalie chided Norman, “You’ve been negligent about something every since
    you showed up on my doorstep.” She placed her hands on the old man's shoulders and kissed
    him deeply, her tongue dancing in his mouth before pulling back. “Down,” she ordered with a
    knowing smirk.

    Norman peered at Natalie like she was a different person, someone he had never met
    before. She certainly wasn't acting like the repressed woman he had spent days taking
    advantage of. She pressed down on his shoulders and he let himself be guided down until he
    was on his knees in front of her. She gripped the back of his head as she wrapped one of his
    her legs over his shoulders and used them both to move his mouth between her legs and he let
    her, captivated by her newfound confidence.

    “Lick,” Natalie ordered before leaning her head back and closing her eyes to help
    concentrate of the pleasure she knew without a doubt that she had ordered him to give her.
    She gripped the back of his head and groaned in pleasure as Norman wrapped his arms around
    her legs and took a hold of her ass. She rolled her hips up against his mouth as he extended his
    tongue, parting her lust swollen lips and teased the entrance to her wet hole. She groaned in
    lust as he penetrated her and she gripped his hair in her hands to brace herself as she humped
    herself against his mouth. She had hated every conversation she had been forced into with him
    every since he had arrived but now she had finally found a good use for his mouth.

    He wasn't sure he exactly enjoyed how dominant Natalie had quickly become but Norman
    couldn't help but find her new confederate attitude sexy as he lustfully fucked her juicy pussy
    with his tongue. He made sure to tease her clit with his nose every time he licked down her slit
    and then circled it with his tongue as he licked back up. His tongue trailed around her heated
    pussy-lips, through the small patch of hair above them, and then down to her sensitive taint
    before trailing back up, and then parting them. He spared her again, thrusting his nimble
    tongue in and out of her cunt causing her to groan out louder above him. He could feel her
    lithe legs trembling around her and gripped her ass tighter to support her for what he knew was
    coming next.

    “F- f- f-uck- k- k-,” Natalie stuttered as her orgasm rose up inside of her. Her legs
    twitched wildly as she gripped Norman's hair tighter, grinding herself against his face as she
    came. She could feel his tongue and jaw working to catch her juices as they flowed out of her
    to join with the water spiraling down the drain. She held him to her as she rode out her orgasm,
    slowly becoming limp in his hands until her quivering body began to relax.

    Taking a deep breath to make sure she had her body back under control, Natalie released
    her hold on Norman and leaned limply against the shower wall. She looked down at him with a
    wicked glint in her eye. “Good boy,” she said with a affectionate pat on his head, “You get your
    cookie.” She turned around and rolled her ass out, arching her back gracefully to present
    herself to her husband's uncle as he stood up. His hands caressed the firm, soft flesh of her ass
    as she looked at him from over her shoulder. “You know, if you would have led with your
    tongue we would have had a completely different couple of days together,” she said
    mischievously.

    “We both got what we wanted,” Norman said gruffly as he positioned himself behind
    Natalie. He placed the tip of his prick against the wrinkled entrance to her ass and pushed
    forward, his soft cock-head piercing her body and they both groaned out. He worked himself
    slowly inside of her with slow but forceful strokes moving barely an inch at a time. He wasn't in
    the mood for talk, all his energy and concentration set just for fucking his nephew's wife’s ass.
    He couldn't remember the last time he had felt desire like this. The at first repressed woman
    had changed into something else through the night and his cock throbbed painfully with the
    absolute need to fuck her. If she had tried to stop him now he had no idea what he’d do, all he
    wanted was just to be buried inside of her and he’d probably promise her anything to do it.
    Luckily for Norman, Natalie left her body open for him, her moans and groans of lust spurring
    him on.

    “Yes, yes, yes…” Natalie painted softly as she worked herself back against Norman's
    insistent cock as it slowly but surely pushed it's way into her tightly clutch ass. His grunts and
    moans of lust made her feel more alive than she had felt in years. He had spent his time with
    her using and abusing her even under her husband's nose but now he and his prick belonged to
    her. His panting breath sounded so needy, so wanton, it was like he would do anything to get
    inside of her and she was feeling magnanimous enough to let him. She felt him bury the last
    inch of himself inside of her and heard him grunt in contentment behind her, his breath tickling
    her ear as he reach around her and a wide smile of power spread across her face. There was
    no doubt in her mind that he was hers.

    “Yes, yes, yes…” Norman grunted in need as he gripped both of Natalie’s small, firm tits in
    his rough hands. Her hard nipples slipped across his palms as he furiously kneaded her breasts
    and he slid his prick out of her ass a bare inch before sliding back in. He tried to go slow, to
    enjoy the experience but it was useless, he was hopeless, he needed this, needed to cum,
    needed to fuck Natalie’s ass, needed it more than his next ten minutes of breath.

    “Fuckmefuckmefuckme…” Natalie squealed in delight as Norman began to roughly fuck
    deep inside of her ass. There were no games here, at least not now, not any longer. All there
    was now was pure lust, the pure need to fuck and cum. He rocked furiously against her,
    pressing her against the slick walls. His hips slapped wetly against her ass, the noise echoing
    through the bathroom as he grunted in animalistic need into her ear causing her smile to spread
    wider as she rocked herself against him. “Make me cum, Norman. Fuck my little ass and
    make me cum,” she ordered. He didn't say a word but she could feeling him nod his head in
    compliance and she could feel her power grow.

    In bed with her husband that she loved, Natalie had come to the realization about how
    deeply repressed she had become over the years. Her sex life had begun as a child while
    filming her move The Professional. On set she had met a older member of the crew and he had
    taken a liking to her and she had started sneaking around to visit and play with him. One of her
    little play dates had begun with him giving her sips of alcohol and ended with her short shorts
    around one of her ankles and his prick buried deep inside of her hairless little slit. For days and
    days this had continued until having a child drunk on set gave away the man’s game and he had
    disappeared, the situation never being spoken of again. Being a child and drunk she hadn't
    even realized what was going on and that it was a bad thing, she hadn't even realized that it was
    sex and she had, in fact, been raped until years later but that was when it had begun for her.

    After The Professional, Natalie had been told she was a shoe-in for a Oscar one day so she
    had spent all of her time and concentration on that goal. Who had time for boys when they
    were going to be a Hollywood legend. When she was just a bit older and other girls her age
    were practicing their make-up in the mirror she had been practicing her lines. While other girls
    her age had dated boys their age off and on and off again she had spent her time with older men
    as acting coaches. And once again been taken advantage of. After what had happened on the
    set of The Professional she had sworn off drinking nearly all together but one acting coach had
    introduced her to special pill. He had told her that the little white pill would help her relax and
    he had been right. At no point in time did she feel nervous or scared as he peeled her clothes
    off and gently violated her. And after telling her parents the man disappeared and was never
    spoke about ever again.

    And then came college.

    Along with being a serious actress, Natalie had become a serious student at Harvard
    University. She had made new friends there and they had laid out for her a whole new world
    outside of acting. One of those things had been Frat Parties. At her first party she had stood
    shyly in the corner watching all the other students happily chatting, forming social groups of
    conversation and then moving on to a different group. It was fascinating to her and she
    promised her friends that she’d be more active at the next party. And she did.

    Being a celebrity Natalie was use to people wanting to get to know her and hear all about
    Hollywood but having grown up in front of a movie camera it was old hat to her and she had
    wanted to hear about life outside of Hollywood and one strapping boy had eventually said he’d
    show her. He was bold and at her third party she found herself happily buzzed when he had
    taken her up to his room. Neither one of them had any fantasies about their encounter being
    any more than a fling and that was what it had been. A three month long fling. He had shown
    her so much she didn't know about sex and what her body could do and what she had wanted
    but as school went on they drifted apart when their studies had become more daunting.

    When Benjamin had come into her life he had been a perfectly acceptable mate, both in
    and out of bed, and so had she. But now, because of her husband's uncle, she remembered all
    the things he had discovered about her self all those years ago.

    The smile had left Natalie’s beautiful face as she gritted her teeth, grunting with need as
    Norman pounded in and out of her ass. She had told him to fuck her ass and make her cum
    and he had eagerly complied. He slid one hand from her chest down her slick body, down her
    flat abdomen, down between her slender legs to the churning juncture of her thighs. He slid
    two fingers into her tight, burning hole as his thumb strummed her erect, sizzling clit. It was all
    she needed.

    “I’m fucking cumming, you dirty old bastard!” Natalie cried out triumphantly as her body
    spasmed. Her hungry cunt clamped down on Norman's thrusting fingers as her clutching ass
    clamped down on his throbbing cock. Her entire body shook as her muscles twitched and
    shivered, her fingers and toes curling as water filled her gasping mouth, stifling her loud cries of
    pleasure. And for once she didn't care if her neighbors heard.

    “Fuck- k- k- k-,” Norman stuttered dumbly as he slammed her prick as deep into Natalie’s
    ass as he could. He quickly filled her before his thick load exploded out around the tight rim
    between his shaft and the right little ring of muscle guarding the entrance into her body. He
    fell flat against her, his body shuddering as he slowly came down from what he thought could
    possibly be the best orgasm of his life.

    As he slowly regained control of his spent body, Norman nuzzled his nephew's wife’s swan
    like neck. “Not bad,” he whispered into her ear while his now soft cock slipped out of her ass.

    “Ha!” Natalie laughed out looking over her shoulder at her uncle in law, “That was the best
    you ever had and you know it.” She softly pushed Norman away from her and grabbed a bar of
    her favorite soap as she looked him up and down like she was appraising him for something and
    liked the look of confusion on his face as he presented himself for her inspection. He held his
    hands palms out at his side a blank look on his face his soft cock dangling between his legs.
    “This is mine and Benjamin's shower, you’ll have to use the other one,” she said as she grabbed a
    washcloth and began washing herself, ignoring the naked man.

    “Sure you don't want to do the job yourself?” he asked with a knowing smirk on his face.

    Without even looking at Norman, Natalie continued washing herself. “I don't think so,
    I’m kind of busy,” she said matter of factly.

    When Natalie didn't raise to his bait, Norman didn't quite know what to do. He stared at
    the beautiful woman as she continued washing herself and ignoring him. He cocked an
    eyebrow at her before shrugging his shoulder and stepping out of the shower. “Whatever,” he
    muttered before walking out, dripping water all over his niece in law’s carpet because fuck her.

    When Natalie was finished with her shower, Norman was sitting on the couch waiting for
    her. She wore a old pair of comfortable looking faded jeans that hugged her hips and a
    comfortable thread-bare white T-shirt the was just thread-bare enough to show her black bra
    underneath. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail that left her beautiful face
    completely exposed to show that she wasn't wearing the least little bit of make-up. She had a
    newfound glow about her that was all her own and walked confidently passed him to the kitchen.
    “Don't worry about food, darlin’, you look good enough to eat,” he said with a mock growl.

    “You're so sweet,” Natalie said in a condescending tone of voice, “But you're going to have
    to fix your own food, I’ve got to get ready for dinner.” She began searching through the
    cabinets and could feel Norman leering at her from the kitchen doorway. “You like Italian?” she
    asked but otherwise ignoring him. She kept her back to him to hide the wide smile on her face.
    She knew he was continuing to bait her and she enjoyed frustrating him.

    Norman leaned against the doorway with his arms across his chest and tried not to show
    how much he was getting annoyed. “But what's poor little Benjamin gonna eat?” he said,
    mocking his nephew's name.

    “It's a family dinner, silly,” Natalie said with a giggle and a tone of voice that said it should
    have been obvious what she was doing, “You know, before you leave.”

    “Humph,” Norman grunted, “And where exactly am I going?”

    Natalie turned around and glared fearlessly at her uncle in law. “You're going home,
    Norman. Our little game is over,” she said matter of factly.

    “And what if I’m not done playing?” Norman sneered.

    “You can play with yourself. We’re done,” Natalie said. Norman had given her a near
    perfect set-up for that little line and she had enjoyed it shamelessly.

    “Ha!” Norman mocked the joke he had fallen into before glaring back at his niece in law.
    “You and I both know my little limp-dick nephew ain't gonna give you what you need,” he said in
    contempt.

    “A: Don’t talky about my husband like that,” Natalie began, “And B: Jesus your arrogant.
    You haven't done or shown me anything I can't teach Ben or buy online. They’re called ‘Marital
    Aides’ for a reason. That's it, it’s over, we’re over and we’re gonna have a nice family dinner
    before you leave and then never darken my doorstep again. Is that clear?”

    Norman actually took the time to think it over. The little woman appeared adamant.
    Sure, he could tell his nephew that his wife was cheating on him but that wouldn't get him back
    into Natalie’s panties and besides, Benjamin was always good for a couple of bucks here and
    there. “Fine, whatever,” he said with a dismissive wave of his head before turning and heading
    back to his room to pack, “And no, I hate Italian.”

    “Lasagna it is then,” Natalie called back spitefully with a wide, self-satisfied grin on her
    beaming face.

    The End.

 

 

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