Author: Joy Thorne (pseud.)

About: Rich heiress loses her parents to a car crash at a young age, grows up with an equally wealthy aunt and uncle on Long Island, but finds within herself at age 18 a deep yearning that only time, and a vast array of sexual partners, can fill.

One of the very few Ophelia's with a Greenleaf-style cover.

Excerpt:

She looked as if someone had asked her if she'd care for a forkful of shit. Her face screwed up, and her eyes told me she thought I was some kind of pervert. Maybe I was. But I felt very sexy, looking at that good body of hers, tits big and firm, while I sucked my uncle's dick as if it were a piece of lovely candy.

And when he started to come, I saw her begin to take an interest too. In fact she looked very interested. Her lips were moving, but I couldn't hear any sounds. She seemed in a trance. I sucked hard on Uncle's prick, and he flopped about on the bed like a fish out of water. I had learned how to suck him off precisely to his taste, and he was off someplace where we weren't. When he came down, he was panting as if he had scaled a mountain.

“Get in bed with us,” I said to Aunt Ellen. “Come on. Get in here!”

I thought she would bolt from the room, but she didn't. She got to her feet and stumbled forward. It was then that I partially realized the influence I could exert on people through my own sexuality. I had my aunt doing just what I wanted because she was more or less mesmerized by the sexiness of the occasion. It was wild. She climbed into bed, and her husband just stared at her, as if the last thing he had ever expected was to see all three of us in bed together, which, I suppose it was.

“Uncle George does me real good,” I said to my aunt, lying back and parting my thighs. “You do me. I want to see if you know how. Go ahead....”

She sat there as if turned to stone. Uncle George was barely breathing, and the room was deathly quiet.

“Make her do me, Uncle George,” I purred. “Please make her. I want to feel her down there, eating me.”

Well, dear Uncle had trouble fighting it, as usual, and I watched him take a handful of my aunt's long, blonde hair and pull her face between my legs. Lord, but I could have come just seeing her move between my legs. When her mouth touched my pussy, I went off.