The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill -- going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rage of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through the violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The fictional characters in HOT AND NAUGHTY NIECES are desperate people, like their real-life counterparts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize at the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
HOT AND NAUGHTY NIECES is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us -- and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Annie was relieved when the sermon was over at last. She hadn't listened to a word of it. She'd been thinking of the odd dream she'd had early that morning. Just before her mother had awakened her. A dream that had become real as she'd struggled up out of the heavy sleep. And as the dream had become intermingled with the morning light streaming through her window Annie had experienced her first climax ever. She'd heard the girls at school whispering about such a thing for years. Now she knew what they meant. And it was more glorious and exciting than words could ever describe.
And as she'd sat on the hard pew and felt her cunt heat up she'd noticed Gil Blake in a pew across the aisle. He had smiled at her! Annie smiled back. Then they were walking out of the place together.
"Come on down to the basement," Gil said, grabbing her small hand. "I'll buy you a Coke."
"My mom'll be waiting for me. You know how my father is abou..." She stopped, embarrassed by the strict rules which she was forced to follow.
"Your mom will be grabbing out front for a little while," Gil said, pulling her towards the basement steps. "You've got time." Annie went with him to the recreation room. He lifted her onto the ping-pong table and went to punch some money into the Coke machine. Then he brought the bottle and put it in her hands. Annie didn't even have time to take a sip before Gil slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her lips against his. The kiss was like a charge of electricity. Her cunt seemed to expand against the dainty silk crotch of her panties and she knew that she was getting slick. She wiggled her hips as the kiss went on and on and on. She was breathless, panting through her nose when Gil finally let her go.
"God, you're pretty Annie."
"Why'd you kiss me like that?"
"Cause I wanted to." Gil took her in his arms and really kissed her this time. She felt his tongue teasing along her closed lips. Annie didn't know the first thing about kissing. But she opened her mouth slightly, letting his tongue sneak in.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, feeling the tingling excitement between the plump, pink lips of her pussy. It was the same kind of excitement she'd felt that morning when the dream had become so intense. Her breasts were glowing too, the nipples getting stiff against the cups of her training bra. She wasn't very big but lately her swells had begun to ache as they grew. And now with Gil kissing her like that she felt like she had the biggest tits in town.
"Ohhhhhh Gil, we shouldn't be doing this. What if someone came down?"
"Hell, the kids use this place for making out all the time." He picked up his Coke and swallowed some. "I'll even bet that a few local girls have been knocked up right over there on that sofa."
"Oh Gil, don't say such things." Annie felt her heart pounding. The white, lace frock she wore seemed so angelic when she was feeling something entirely different between the heated flesh of her thighs.
"When is your old man going to let you date?"
"Maybe never. He's kind of weird. Whenever I ask him about it he flies off the handle." She gave him a flirting look. "Anyway, what do you care? You've never asked me out."
"I've been wanting to. But everybody knows how your old man is." Gil pulled her down off the ping-pong table and slipped his arms around her tiny waist. Then she felt him bringing her forward, bringing her lithe, young body against his. She could feel the hard muscles of his thighs, the hard lump at his crotch. It pressed against the front of her dress, even touched her lower belly. She arched her back then, poking her pert bottom out to keep from being too obvious about what was going on. Gil seemed to go a little crazy when she did that. His palms slipped down the small of her back and curved out over each rounded cheek.
"Ohhhh, Gil... don't!" But his hands stayed. His fingers dug in a little, pressing her though the layers of clothing until a new and more bewitching sensation jolted through her loins. She let her face rest against his shoulder. She was breathing hard again. Her body seemed to be taking over. She knew that she shouldn't be hugging Gil down there in the church basement. But it felt so lovely. His mouth brushed her ear and electric thrills made her whimper. He tongued the dainty whorls of ear flesh and she put her slender arms around his body too. They hugged furiously as Gil kissed her mouth again. She wanted to actually rub her smoldering mound up and down against his thigh. He'd slipped his leg between hers now and the pressure was ecstatic. She was discovering things about herself that she'd never guessed. Energies were flowing, energies that she'd never experienced.
"Baby, you're so fine. Every guy in school wants to date you. But I want you more than any of them."
"You... w-w-want me?"
"You know what that means?"
"I think so," she whispered, feeling naughty for even thinking about such things. It meant that Gil wanted to make love to her! He wanted to undress her and kiss her all over her body. He wanted to rub her cunt until she was half out of her mind. Then he would put his cock...
"Oh Gil," she gasped, struggling to get away from his strong arms. "You'd better take me back upstairs. My mom will be hunting for me if you don't."
"One more kiss."
"Oh, well I..." His lips smothered her resistance. And as she squirmed her mouth hungrily against his fervid lips, she felt Gil's hand creeping down the back of her dress. She wanted to stop him. She knew that no girl let a guy get away with too much at first. But now his fingers were lightly petting the soft, blue-veined spot behind her knee. It made her feel so darned weak, so trembly and nice.
"Dhho-o-o-n't," she gasped, twisting her mouth to the side. Gil caught it again and this time she felt his tongue stab between her teeth. His fingers pressed and massaged the place behind her knee. She felt so weak, so wonderful. This strong guy was hugging and touching her in ways that made her remember the hot raging fever she'd experienced that very morning. But he was sliding up her thigh now, reaching under the white material of her Sunday dress.
"Gil, stop!"
"Annie, I'm crazy about you. I've got to see you more."
"But stop touching me!" She tried to grab his wrist but he twisted out of her grasp and eased his fingers up between her thighs. Though she had clamped them together, he was able to touch the silky patch that covered her cunt. The touch was like someone had jolted her with a hot wire. She shivered and pressed her body against his warmth. Her legs couldn't hold him out and she relaxed some and felt his hand slide back under her mound. When he brought the finger forward again, the panty silk went up into her crack.
"Uhhhnnnnnn, Gil! Ohhhhh Gil!" She was moving her hips now, unable to keep from rubbing back against the erotic caress. Her cunt was flooding. She'd never been so wet down there! Not even this morning when she'd awakened to find the sheet twisted up between her thighs as she went off like a skyrocket.
"You're really wet. Ohh Annie, you know what I'd love to do to you?" She thought he was going to say how bad he wanted to make love to her. But she wasn't ready for his next words. "I'd like to kiss you down there. I'd like to eat your..."
"Gil! Let me go! This instant!" She squirmed violently, trying to close her mind against the seductive sensations Gil was causing between her young thighs. But his finger had found the elastic edge of one panty leg now and he dug under it. As his touch opened her plump, throbbing mound she felt her knees going. She hung with both arms around his neck as the finger slid forward and back, forward and back. The soft, slick sound of him feeling her made her whimper.
"Gil, I can't think straight. I can't do anything either." She looked up at him with sex-dazed eyes. He kissed her mouth in reply, a bold, deep kiss that had her moaning through flared nostrils. His finger dug deeper along her dripping crevice. Then he was petting her clit and another burst of pleasure made her belly heave. Gently, ashamed of even that slight movement, Annie began to pump her bottom forward and back. The tension in the muscles of her ass seemed to intensify the rubbing friction that Gil was bringing to her tender clit nub. He knew just where to touch her alright! It made those shivery, radiant thrills go through her like tiny knives. It was kind of like what she'd felt that morning. Only better. Lots better. And getting better all the time.
"Annie, I want to come see you this weekend."
"Nhhhaaa," she gasped, unable to consider something so full of difficulty. She only wanted to experience the present moment to its fullest. Her body was going wild with the itchy pleasure. She felt she was flying away on a cloud. Flying away to paradise.
"Anni..."
"Ohhh Gil, ohhhhh darling!" She put her lips up again and he kissed her and she pumped her slim hips more frantically than ever. The slick juices from her cunt were mating things very wet down between her thighs. And a pungent, perfumey musk seemed to fill the air around them. Annie had forgotten all her hang-ups, all her shyness. She was being pulled along by the ravenous fires that burned within her. She could only concentrate on capturing that acute moment of ecstasy that Gil was leading her toward. She was free of all embarrassment and modesty now. Her willowy legs were planted wide as she gave Gil room to work his fingers under the slick nylon panty crotch. He gouged and petted her. He dug at the tender pink folds. He got her clit between thumb and finger and rolled it gingerly until she thought that her body might burst into flames.
"Yeah Annie," he whispered against her ear, "you're gonna come. Just keep working at it... working at it."
"Whhhhuuuhhh! Ohhh Gil!" She felt the teasing ecstasy as the spasms started. Her bottom plunged and danced. Her breath came in wild gasps like some animal caught in a thicket. She drooled against the shoulder of Gil's coat as his fingers enticed the licking flames of pleasure to the surface and then pushed her over the brink. "Yuuuuhhhnnn," she cried. "Ohhhhhh slut!"
Gil caught her as she sagged and almost went down. He continued to finger her feverish pussy as he leaned her back onto the ping-pong table. She lay across it, legs dangling as he pushed her white dress up and kept feeling her. The glorious convulsions made her writhe and buck, her ass bouncing on the hard surface. She could hear his fingers plying the slickened folds of her cunt and didn't care what he thought of her. The pleasure was too intense, too fantastic to ignore. When at last he eased his fingers out of her panties, she looked up at him with her big green eyes.
"Oh Gil, you must think I'm awful."
"I think you're wonderful." He put his cunt slickened fingers to his nose and drew in a breath. Then he smiled as if he'd inhaled the perfume of the angels. When he put the fingers in his mouth, Annie turned away with a blush.
"I'm weak as a kitten," she whimpered, trying to get up from the table. Gil helped her. There was the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. A boy yelped and bounded into the room. He gave Gil and Annie a quick look and headed for the Coke machine.
"Please Gil, help me upstairs. I don't think I can walk by myself." As she leaned against the curved support of his arm and started up out of the basement he continued to whisper to her.
"Your skin is so white. I'll bet it's white all over like that."
"I hope I'm not polka-dotted," she said, trying to laugh. She was dizzy. And a pleasant throb came from the depths of her pussy. She hoped no one could smell her. Gil had really stirred her juices up.
She stopped before they got to the landing and made him let go of her waist.
"Maybe we'd better go up separately."
"I'm not ashamed of being with you," Gil said. "I'm not sorry for what we did."
"It's not that and you know it. I just don't want any rumors getting back to my dad. If he knew I'd so much as held hands with a boy he'd bit the roof."
"When can I see you Annie?" Gil held her hand tightly, his eyes warm and full as he searched her face for the answer he wanted.
"I... I can't promise anything. I've got to work in the store next week."
"I'll come in and see you."
"Not while my dad is there!" she hissed. "You'd only make it hard for me Gil. Please don't come while Daddy's there." He leaned forward to brush her lips with his. The touch seemed to start up her fires again and she had to push him away. But her eyes were soft, yielding. She smiled and squeezed his hand. "I won't forget what happened just now."
"Oh God Annie, I'm half crazy just thinking about it." Gil tried to kiss her again but she turned and hurried up the steps to the lobby of the church. Outside her mother was talking to a friend. Annie went over to her.
"Thanks for waiting, Mom, I was playing ping-pong in the basement." The lie made her ears burn but her mother didn't question it at all. Annie saw her older sister standing alone by a tree. When Brenda looked at her she felt as if her sister saw exactly what had happened with Gil in the basement. But how could that be? She was just feeling guilty about it, that was all. Brenda smiled at her then and Annie turned away. God, maybe she did know! A sweat broke out on Annie's face. She felt a little sick. Would Brenda say anything to Dad? They were so tight with each other. Because Brenda had always gone along with father's restrictions. She'd never dated, never done anything to her looks to entice male admirers. Brenda was twenty-one now and had no boyfriends, no proposals for marriage, nothing.
When they got in the car Annie felt so odd. And Brenda kept looking at her. Not in a mean way really. Just curiously. Brenda looked so much older than she really was. Annie felt it was like having a prudish old aunt around instead of a sister. Brenda always put her blond hair up in a bun and never used any makeup. But then their mother disapproved of makeup. Annie cheated a little by putting the stuff on after she'd left the house.
"Nice service today," Annie said to her sister, hoping to break the strange mood she felt between them.
"It was boring as usual," Brenda said. Her eyes danced for a moment. Their mother was busy pulling out from the curb and hadn't heard. Annie didn't say anything else on the way home. But she was thinking plenty. Thinking about Gil Blake and how wonderful his hands had felt touching and loving her.
Chapter Two
"You work so hard during the week," her father said, "that I certainly don't expect you to put in Sundays too." He dug the key to the store from his pocket and held it out. Brenda took it.
"There's some bookkeeping that needs catching up on," she said. "I don't mind really. I kind of enjoy it." She might have blushed a little from the lie she was telling but her father didn't notice. Brenda went out of the house, her heart pounding faster already. She looked forward to these Sundays she spent at the antique store her father ran. She had the place to herself. Her imagination could run free. And it always did.
Her hands were sweaty on the steering wheel as she drove the few dozen blocks to the part of town where her father's store had been located for the past ten years. He did a good business with the richer folks and a fast turnover of smaller items that the college crowd picked up on. Brenda parked and let herself in. With the light coming through the drawn shades, the store had a musty, mysterious feel to it. Brenda made a few adjustments at the desk in back so that it would appear she was actually working on the books. That was in case her father dropped in. He never did. But she trusted him no further than she could throw an antique bed.
With those details taken care of Brenda went to an old wind-up victrola and put on a scratchy record of a jazz band orchestra of the twenties. As the jumping rhythm came from the horn-shaped speaker, she began to do a slow dance in front of the biggest mirror in the store. She let her loose-fitting jeans slip down first, stepping out of them in time to the music. Then she unbuttoned her old shirt and tossed it away too. Her full breasts bounced in the cups of her bra. Tilting her hips one way and then the other, she hooked thumbs in the elastic of her panties and began to peel them down.
Now the feeling started. That buzzing, dazzling feeling that made her short of breath. And remembering what she'd seen in the basement of the church that morning seemed to intensify the sensations. Her young sister hadn't heard her creeping downstairs after them. Nor had Gil. They'd been too wound up in what they were doing. The thought of how that boy's hand had looked as it'd disappeared under Annie's white dress made Brenda tremble. No boy had ever touched her like that.
She swayed before the mirror, enjoying her reflection more than usual for some reason. Her panties made a funny sound as the crotchband came away from her cunt. Her bland curls were all plastered against her mound. She was wetter than usual, more excited than usual. She let her panties puddle at her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she reached behind her to get her bra loose. At this point she always felt the tingling excitement begin. But today she was panting harder than ever before. And her nipples seemed so firm and tender. She let the cups fall forward, the weight of her breasts forcing them off. The bra fell at her feet and she pushed her shoulders back and lifted her chest high. In the mirror she looked different somehow.
"Now the hair," she breathed, pulling the big bobby pins out. The blond curls tumbled free, waterfalling over her shoulders and down her back. One long hank tickled a breast and she didn't move it. "My sister actually let that guy feel her up. She let him put his hands all over her."
Brenda turned. She had no idea whether her body might be attractive to a man. She wasn't really very old. Her legs were long and well-proportioned. Her hips not overly wide but full enough to give her waist the appearance of being very small. Her bottom was firm and pleasantly rounded. And then there were her breasts. They could only be called large. Large but not sagging. The areolas were darker than the surrounding flesh and the nipples even darker than that. That was why she always wore baggy shirts. Because her father disapproved of her exhibiting herself in any way. And just to wear a well-fitting dress would be exhibiting her tits. They were big alright. And with her natural curviness, the delicate build of her shoulders and neck, her breasts seemed even more magnificent.
Completely naked except for a silver locket at her neck, Brenda strolled to the phonograph and turned the record over. She danced by the rack of old clothes now, her fingers brushing silky garments and velvet ones too. She chose a black lace gown and let it fall over her shoulders. Somehow wearing that made her feel even more naked than nakedness itself. She caressed the smooth swells of her ass as she turned before the mirror again. Her long blond hair was a striking contrast to the black lace. Her white ankles flashed sexily from under the hem. Again she thought of how it must have felt to her young sister to feel that boy's fingers against her cunt. Had Gil actually touched Annie? Flesh to flesh? The way Annie had been carrying on, Brenda guessed that he had.
"Mmmmm, wouldn't that be nice?" she sighed, letting a palm slide down her belly. She wasn't as flat-tummied as Annie. But her stomach had a plush, rounded shape to it that was firm underneath. Her navel was deep too and she pushed in the black silk where she knew the depression to be. Then her fingers dropped further until she could feel the crisp curls of her mound beneath the black satin gown. Her cunt gave off a steady heat. The lightest brush made shivers of pleasure go up and down her body.
Brenda tossed her long blond hair, noticing as she twirled again that it reached to the small of her back. Men liked long hair, didn't they? But she'd never let a man see hers like this. She wondered what a male would say to her if he saw the beauty of her golden locks. They certainly didn't waste time telling Annie how pretty she was. And Annie's brown hair reached only a little ways past her shoulders.
Brenda went to the big brass bed, the only one in the shop with a mattress. She rubbed herself against the rounded bedposts, loving the way it made her feel. She wrapped her legs around the cold metal, feeling it warm slowly as her blood pounded with ever-increasing excitement.
With her mound against the foot rail, she straddled it and gently began to pump her cunt against the rounded surface. The black gown was getting damp as it was pushed up between her plump, slick labia. But she could hide it and take it home to wash it later. Her father would never know she'd had an erotic adventure with it.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, feeling the friction more intensely now. Her ass cheeks quivered and tightened as she let more of her weight down on the metal bar that ran across the foot of the bed. "Uhhh! Uhhhnnn! Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her hips plunging frantically as she felt the beginning of that tickle. The tickle which she would nurture and tease along until she was out of her mind with it.
Brenda flopped down across the mattress and pulled the black gown up to expose her pumping hips. She dug her fingers under the blond-furred lips of her mound and stretched them apart to enter herself. She'd forced a hole in her hymen years before. It was only big enough for her middle finger, but it was enough. Her cunt tightened on her knuckles as she forced deeper. She was breathing like a wildcat now, her big tits rising and falling as she fingerfucked herself with agonizing slowness.
"Whhuuuhh," she groaned, pretending that her own fingers were Gil's. Her legs opened and she stretched her toes out to make her calf muscles harden. Straining like that always got her hotter quicker. And she was getting very hot, very fast now.
"Mmmm, sooo good, soo darned good." She squirmed her ass against the bed. She knew she could make it as slow or quick as she wanted. She was trying to decide just which way when she heard the tap on the front door.
Brenda jerked her hand out of her pussy and sat bolt upright. She was holding her breath, trying to guess who it might be. The closed sign was hung and the shades drawn. Surely no one would know she was in there. Unless it was her father! She got up weakly and tip-toed towards the front of the door. Standing to one side of the window she could peek out without being seen. She sighed with relief when she saw her uncle standing there. His truck was parked at the curb, a big tarp drawn over the sideboards. He probably had a load of new items gathered from his recent excursion to the small mountain towns to the west of town.
"Brenda? You in there? Your dad said you'd be here to let me in." Wade jammed his hands in his jeans and studied the toes of his cowboy boo. Brenda couldn't make him wait or he'd think something was wrong and go get her dad. She acted then, unlocking the door and opening it for him. As Wade stepped into the stores, his eyes widened.
"God damn honey, I didn't even recognize you." He rubbed his curly hair. "That is you, isn't it Brenda?"
"I dress up sometimes when I'm all alone," she said blushing. "It makes the bookkeeping go a little faster somehow."
"Son of a bitch," Wade went on, shaking his head slowly as he walked beside her towards the back of the shop. Brenda liked Wade. He was nothing like his brother, her father. But father put up with him because Wade was such a good hustler of new antiques. He could procure things for the store that made other buyers green with envy. And he liked traveling around all over the country. But Brenda felt uneasy now. Wade's eyes were on the exposed tops of her breasts. She hadn't realized how low the lacey neckline plunged. The gown just barely covered her areolas and nipples. There was a whole lot of white titflesh swelled up there on her chest. And the only thing she knew to do to hide it was reach for her baggy shin. Wade caught her wrist as she tried to pull the shirt around her shoulders.
"No need to cover yourself up just because I dropped in," he said. "I've been driving for three days. Seeing a good-looking female does my heart good."
Brenda blushed furiously. "Oh Uncle Wade. I'm embarrassed letting you catch me like this. Daddy doesn't know I put on those old dresses."
"And I'll bet he'd have a hernia if he found out." Wade was still holding her wrist. Brenda kind of liked being held like that. But the funny look in her uncle's eyes made her tremble. "You smell good too. And to think that all these years you've been covering all this beauty up." He made a gesture as if to praise her long, plush body.
Wade let her wrist go but took her shoulders instead. She let him draw her towards him a little.
The record was in the groove at the end. Wade's eyes twinkled.
"You've been dancing a little too, haven't you?"
She lowered her eyes. She was shaking like a leaf. The warm touch of Wade's hands were driving her bananas. How could just a touch do all that? But it was happening. The slick juice still flowed between her cuntlips. And her breath was short and panting.
She was so close to Wade's chest now that her nipples were about to brush him. She was embarrassed about that too, the way each brown nubbin poked out. They could easily be seen under the sheer material of the antique gown.
"Has your father ever seen your hair like this?" Wade asked, his fingers going into her blond curls. Brenda shook her head. "And you'd better not let him see it either," Wade added. "The old fart would probably lock you up and buy a shotgun to keep the boys away."
"I guess you want to unload some of that furniture," Brenda said, trying to turn away from him. But Wade pulled her back and this time her nipples did brush across the front of his cowboy shirt. A trembling sensation radiated from the mushy heat between her thighs. Wade looked so funny. He was breathing hard too! Brenda felt panic but before she could act on it Wade put a finger under her chin and lifted her mouth up. Then he kissed her.
"Mmmmmmm," Brenda sighed. It was the gentlest, softest kiss she could imagine. Wade didn't rough her up, didn't lock her in a bear hug. He just moved his wet lips tenderly against hers as he brought her body forward slightly. Now her breasts were mashed against his chest. Hot shoots of pleasure went up and down her legs and belly. She turned her head to fit the kiss better and Wade's hands slid down her back until he was almost touching the cheeks of her ass.
Brenda knew that it was up to her to stop it all. But the trouble was she'd never had much experience with men. She didn't know exactly how a girl went about slowing things up. And on the other hand she wasn't entirely sure she wanted things to slow up. The way her uncle was making her feel was more pleasure than she'd experienced for the first twenty-one years of her life together.
"Uncle Wade, you'd better st-st-stop," she managed to murmur. But his lips brushed across her cheek and then he was lightly kissing her ear.
"You're so pretty. All hidden away from me like a shy angel. I never knew you had hair like this, breasts like these." Wade touched one, cupping the firm, full weight of the orb with careful fingers. Brenda just about peed down her leg from the thrill of watching him looking at her. Then he bent his face down and she felt his tongue brushing hotly against the white flesh. The old gown slipped a little further as he continued to caress her. She knew that her nipple had become exposed. But when she put her hands to the sides of Wade's face it was already too late. His lips pulled the hot nub of brown deep and she felt him licking it like a hungry child. She sagged heavily against him, her eyes closing in ecstasy.
"Uhhhnnnn! Ohhhhh Uncle Wade...!"
"Baby doll. My sweet Brenda." He sucked more hungrily at her tit and a fresh flood of cunt butter leaked from the swollen plumpness of her labia. She felt ripe and ready for everything Wade did. But she knew she couldn't just go on letting him do the things he was doing. Right there in her father's store!
"Wade, what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered as he eased her towards the big brass bed. "Wade!"
"Shhhhhh," he whispered, making her lie down. He started kissing her ankles first. Brenda groaned and flopped her head around. Every so often she'd sit up but Wade would push her down again. Then she stopped trying to sit up. Wade was moving his mouth up one leg. He stopped to lick at the soft spot behind her knee but moved on quickly. The inside of her thigh came alive with jolts of thrilling pleasure as her uncle's tongue wet her flesh and pushed her knees further apart. She strained against him, ashamed and scared to let him see her nakedness under the old gown. But it was too late for modesty. Wade flopped the black lace up over her belly and gazed longingly at the matted curls of blond cunthair. She was panting, looking at him fearfully.
"You're lovely!" he said, his voice low and husky sounding.
"How can a girl be lovely there?" she breathed, remembering how she'd heard her father talking about womankind. How nasty he thought they were.
"I said you're lovely. And Wade Johnson don't ever lie." Wade grinned. "Leastwise not to his own niece." The word niece shuck fear through Brenda's heart. Incest!
"Ohhhhh Wade, you've got to stop. I want to get up and dress and..."
"I want to keep you here a little longer," he said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her back down on the bouncy mattress. His mouth returned to the quivering flesh of her inner thigh and as he sucked and licked her there Brenda began to writhe. His tongue was flicking dangerously close to the dripping lips of her pussy. And then she felt him lick her there, parting the wet blond hair, parting the swollen outer lips to expose pink, dainty tissues that were hidden before. She groaned and her hips rolled instinctively.
"Nhhhooo, ohhh Wade, this is awful!"
"Don't fight me Brenda darling," he whispered. "I'm going to eat you like a hungry old wolf eats a rabbit."
"Ghhod nhhhoooo!" she whined, wiggling up on the bed. Wade grabbed her hips and pulled her back down. His mouth was suddenly pressing against her vulva. Brenda had never felt anything so hot, so soft, so shudderingly wonderful. But she fought to recover her willpower, fought like a drowning person fights for the surface. She tried to close her thighs only to find her uncle's head in the way. He made a sucking sound with his lips and went up between her crevice with his tongue.
Brenda brought her ass up from the bed. She was holding her breath, her eyes rolling in her head. Oh, she'd used her finger on herself. She'd used brush handles and bottles and everything else under the sun, pretending that they were something else. But her uncle's tongue was making a friction that could only be described as exquisite. She couldn't keep from plunging her hips now as he licked with the flat of his tongue across her clitoris.
He had his fingers spread under the cheeks of her ass now, holding her against him as he began to feast gingerly on her delicate pussy flower. It was a rubbing, wet kind of excitement that only a man's mouth could bring. And Brenda wasn't trying to make him stop anymore. Making him stop would be like trying to cut off her own finger. The pleasure was far too intense for her to think of anything but getting more of it. Lots more!
"Ohhh, you really think I'm pretty? Aren't I awful messy?"
"Yeah, nice and messy. That's what's so pretty about you." Wade licked his lips and pushed his mouth down over her cunt again.
"Uncle Wade, I never thought I'd ever do this with a man. I never really thought I'd want to! Whhhuuhhh! Ahhhh yessss, ohhhh Wade, Wade, Wade!"
She felt dangerously close to a climax. But Wade seemed to sense something too and eased his lips back from her feverish pussy. He stripped off his shirt and hung it over the brass bedpost. When he reached for his belt, Brenda sat up and grabbed his wrist.
"Now honey, it'll be the most natural thing in the world."
"No! You're my uncle. Ohhh God, Wade. I'm so mixed up. You kissing me all over my body like this and now you're trying t..."
"Not trying to. I am." He pulled the front of his pants open and stood to pull them down. His skivvies went with them and when his cock bobbed up from between his legs Brenda gave a weak cry and bit her lip. Her uncle's cock was lots bigger than she had imagined men were like. It was long and thick like the handle of a sledge hammer. The head was oddly shaped. Kind of like a barb. It was blue too, blue and pulsing. Wade's balls hung down from the base of it. As he turned they swung against his thighs.
"Touch me," he said.
"No!"
"Go on, it's not going to bite you." He grabbed her wrist and made her touch his cock. At first the damp, feverish flesh made her try and jerk away. But then her fingers were curling around the thing as if they'd been made to fit it. Brenda sighed as she squeezed him a little. The blood seemed to bulge his cocktip out when she did that. Wade gave a grunt of enjoyment and smoothed the long hair that tumbled over the front of her shoulders.
Brenda had always thought that she'd be appalled at anything like this. Actually touching a man's cock! But though it looked strange to her and though it was her uncle's throbbing organ that pressed warmly into her palm, she was too excited to be turned off.
With neither of them speaking now, Wade pushed her down on the bed like before. She felt his nakedness rubbing against her legs. She felt his thick cock pressing into the flesh of one thigh. She squirmed and moaned, her pussy leaking juice like crazy now. She knew what he wanted to do. Her own uncle wanted to fuck her! And she knew that she couldn't allow it either. But hugging felt so good. And the kisses on her face made her body smolder with yearning. At least she could let the touching go on. She'd had so little affection from a male that she was making up for lost time. She was gorging on the caresses, the squeezes, the wet warm touch of Wade's mouth on her flesh.
"Ohhhh Wade! Ohhh it's so wonderful to feel you against me."
"I want you Brenda," he whispered, moving his hips. His cock slid up her thigh and she felt the pressure against the outer surface of her lips. They were so slick that as he kept nudging her with that streamlined barb, the plump mound flesh parted and she felt the fever of that knob as it began to divide her pink tissues.
"We've got t-t-to stop now." She squirmed her hips, trying to pull herself up on the bed. But Wade kept pressing his thighs between her legs, kept pumping his ass so that the head of his prick would wedge itself into her drippy, slippery heat. The teasing trickle against her clit was making her half crazy. She gave in for a few moments, growling and plunging her bottom so that the sensitive nubbin would rub back and forth against that firm bulge of prickflesh. Her uncle felt the slick friction too and grabbed her ass with both hands as he moaned with pleasure.
"It would be so good, baby," he breathed, wetting her neck, her chin, her lips. She kissed him back, her heart pounding. She was writhing, half crazed with the desire to let him do exactly what he wanted. There on that big brass bed in her father's store. Brenda felt as if she were dangling over an abyss. She had to make the decision. The phone made it for her. It jangled loudly, making both of them jerk.
"It's your old man," Wade said after he hung up. "He's coming down to help me unload the new stuff." Brenda felt both relief and disappointment.
Her pussy surged hotly.
"I guess I should have answered. I could have told him you'd stepped out."
Wade came back and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was still very long and hard. Brenda couldn't seem to keep her eyes off it. It was the first cock she'd ever really had a good look at.
"I've got to see you again alone," Wade said, wrapping his fingers in her long hair, bringing her lips up against his. As she kissed him Brenda felt the hunger still burning hotly inside her. Instinctively she reached a hand out and grabbed his erect cock. As he continued to kiss her she squeezed and pulled at the rigid thing. She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't have any goal in mind. But she enjoyed this new intimacy she'd never known with any man before. She tugged harder, sliding the skin up and down the hard prickshaft.
Wade groaned and began to breathe faster. He kissed the side of her face as she gazed down at the thing she was playing with. Her fingers were sliding up and down with a steady rhythm now. She'd gotten into that particular way of rubbing him because of how it excited him. His groans and gasps seemed to guide her technique until now her hand was flying, whipping up and down with a jerking motion that made the glans of Wade's cock grow dark and angry looking. It was bigger too! And it seemed to pulse with a beat of its own.
"Uhhnnn, Brenda honey, yeah, don't stop!" He held her shoulders with both hands and she heard the strained way he was breathing. His teeth ground together and his eyes rolled back in his head. She was enthralled by it all. Here she was, a wallflower at twenty-one and actually exciting a man. He moved his hips around as she jacked him more furiously than before. He was panting, trembling all over. Brenda's blood boiled. She had his excitement in that one hand. She had control of the situation completely. He was begging her to keep going. He was dying with pleasure. She tightened her fingers under the swollen glans and moved slower.
Wade fell back on the bed, his hips see-sawing as she stared amazed at that engorged chunk of meat she was strangling. She tried to imagine it getting that big while it was inside her. It seemed too big to go into any girl, much less her virgin cunt hole.
"Uhhh! Uhnnnnn! Baby, here it comes!"
These words made the hair stand at the nape of her neck. She watched the heaving of his belly. She saw the muscles stand out in his thighs. And then his cock jumped in her hand as she continued to give it short, quick strokes. A bubble of white fluid appeared at the tiny orifice. Then a spout of cream leaped into the air and fell across her wrist. It was hot! Wade groaned loudly and curled his fingers in the material of her gown. She kept pumping and another glop of jizm boiled out like a tiny geyser. The thick, slick stuff oozed down over her fingers. It had a sharp smell but Brenda didn't find it displeasing. She was thrilled, pussy damp and panting, to watch what was happening. She'd never known that a man reached climax quite like that! It seemed so mysterious and sexy to watch his sap flowing out. To be actually milking the potent cream from his balls!
"Honey! Ohhh Christ Brenda honey, look what you're doing to me." Wade writhed around as she continued to jack him off. Yes, that was what they called it. And just to think of the words made Brenda that much more excited. She continued to move the skin of his cockshaft until no more cum spurted out. She kept hold of him though, enjoying the pulsing of his cock, watching him melt in her grasp. Wade finally caught his breath and pushed himself up on an elbow.
"Here's a handkerchief darling, you'd better clean that up. I'll get my clothes on. If my brother smells cum, he'd shoot me like a dog in the street."
"He wouldn't dare," Brenda murmured, looking at him with affection. Wade kissed her mouth. She felt swollen and ready. She would have fucked him right there. Or would she have? Her mind spun with the new ideas, the new emotions she felt.
"I'm gonna make it good for you next time," Wade promised, hugging her shoulders. He got the hanky from her and helped her sop up the drippy string of his jizm. Then Brenda put her old clothes back on. She hid the damp black gown in the back of the shop so she could wash it later and return it to the rack. Wade was already outside taking the canvas tarp from the back of his pickup. Brenda watched the movement of his body and shook her head. He was younger than his brother, her father, but Wade was still a lot older than she was.
"And he's beautiful. He's absolutely beautiful." She knew that she should be embarrassed and ashamed at what had occurred. But she wasn't. She was proud to have been touched by Wade. He thought she was pretty. He'd said so.
Inside her baggy workday clothes her body felt different than it ever had before. She could feel the curves of her hips touching the rough seams of her jeans. She could feel her breasts rubbing the inside of her old shirt. She'd left her bra off so she'd experience this, left off her panties too. They were hidden with the gown in the drawer of a filing cabinet where her father never looked. When she saw him pull up in front, Brenda looked longingly at the brass bed where her Uncle Wade had hugged and kissed her.
"I'll never be the same," she sighed, rubbing a hand down between her jeaned thighs. "Never never, ever!"
Chapter Three
"Of course you can't go out with Gil Blake. You know how I feel about boys your age. They're all after the same thing. And I'm not going to let them get it from one of my daughters."
Annie wanted to hit her father. She wanted to strangle him. She did neither. Keeping her voice cool she smiled and touched his arm with her fingers.
"But Daddy, there's a big hayride planned. Everybody's going. Just everybody!" Annie made her voice even softer. "And I've been helping at the store a lot lately." Her father put down his pen and pushed fingers though his hair. He had the stem, square jaw of a preacher. Annie wondered how hateful he might have been if he'd chosen that profession instead of the antique business.
"Can't you just go alone?"
"On a hayride?" she whined. "Everybody goes with a date. Ohhhh Daddy, please let me go."
"Maybe if I could pick who you went with?"
"What's wrong with Gil?"
Her father slammed his ledger and glared at her. "I told you why. I don't want to hear anything more about Gil Blake." He scratched his nose as if thinking. "I can see how you want to go though. And you have been good about helping me. I guess Jerry could take you."
"Jerry?" Annie tired not to show her anguish. "Jerry Maxwell, my own cousin?"
"Your first cousin too," her father added. "Not one of those kissing cousins." He looked at her hard as if making sure she understood about kinship lines and all the taboos that went along with theme Annie wanted to cry. Jerry was such a dud. He was really out of it. And they were always uncomfortable around each other.
"Jerry I could trust to see that you got in on time. He wouldn't be running around all over town with you after the hayride was over. I know about kids, don't think I don't."
"But Jerry isn't even as old as I am," Annie whined.
"Your birthdays are within a month of each other." Her father stood up. "Listen, young lady if you want to go on that hayride you'll go with your cousin or not at all."
"Jerry'll be just fine," Annie said quickly, stepping back nervously. "Really Daddy. I appreciate you letting me go."
"I'm going to be gone today. I want you to come to the shop after school and take over for your sister. She wants to go clothes shopping, I can't imagine why."
"Yes sir. I'll be here."
"When is this silly hayride anyway?"
"This coming weekend."
"I'll see that Jerry knows about it. I'd like to tell him personally about what time I expect him to bring you home."
Annie watched her father open up his ledger again as she gathered her school books. Sure, he'd scare the wits out of Jerry most likely. As if Jerry needed anyone to crimp his style. He was already thoroughly crimped. He would be about as interesting on a date as a hundred pound sack of potatoes. But at least she'd get to go. Maybe she'd see Gil there.
In the middle of her sixth period class, Annie couldn't sit still any longer. She was thinking of Gil and how his fingers had felt when they'd stretched her panty crotch to one side and dug in the melting soft folds of her pussy. She had been daydreaming about it so much that her nipples had gotten swollen and her cunt was damp. She asked to be excused from the class and hurried down the hall to the girls' restroom.
She was alone inside and quickly found a stall. With the door securely locked she stripped down her panties and hiked up her dress. Her brown cunthair was stuck wetly together in little curliques. She touched a forefinger gingerly to the excited, hot swell of her mound flesh. It parted with a snick and she moved the folds around in their slick juice until she saw the tiny bead of her clit.
"Uhhhhh," she sighed as she mashed the little nubbin down and let it bulge up again. Then she worked it around in circles, the tendrils of pleasure dancing up and down her body. She wanted to get her tits out too but it was too difficult to manage all this in the space of the toilet stall. And another girl had come in too. She heard the tinkle of pee in the pot next to her.
"That you Annie?" the voice said. It was Bobbie Ann Smith, a leggy redheaded cheerleader who had a reputation for being a pretty hot date. Annie acknowledged the girl's greeting. "You going on the hayride?" Bobbie Ann asked after flushing her toilet.
"Yeah. My cousin." Annie'd been almost ashamed to admit this fact.
"I'm going with Gil Blake," Bobbie Ann said. She hadn't even tried to conceal the bragging sound of her voice. "He's neat."
"Yeah. Congratulations." Annie sulked, her elbows on her knees. She could imagine Gil all wrapped around the tall redhead. She jerked up her panties and smoothed down her dress. Bobbie Ann was combing her hair at the mirror when she came out of her booth.
"I heard some things about Gil," Bobbie Ann went on, glancing at Annie.
"Oh?"
"I heard that he's not afraid to actually," Bobbie Ann leaned close to whisper, "go down on a Gil."
"Go down?" Annie didn't know what Bobbie Ann was talking about.
"Don't be so out-of-it," Bobbie Ann laughed. "You know what that means, don't you?"
Annie blushed. Now she had a pretty good idea. Bobbie Ann laughed at her embarrassment. "So what's so great about that?" Annie said, trying to cover her dumbness. Bobbie Ann put her comb back in her purse and stared wide-eyed at Annie.
"What's great about it?" The tall redhead moved closer. "I'll tell you what's so great about it. When a guy actually puts his mouth against a girl's cunt it feels so good that it can make her faint from pleasure."
"Aw Bobbie Ann, you're kidding me..."
"Like hell I am. I had a guy do it to me once. He wasn't very good at it but I just about went bananas. I just had to grab his head and wiggle my pussy against his face unti..."
"I'd better get back to class," Annie said. Her cunt was leaking juice into her panty crotch at an amazing rate. She was all trembling from listening to Bobbie Ann's graphic description of getting eaten. And she remembered too what Gil had said to her that day at church. He'd hinted that he'd like to kiss her down there. She shivered again, her nipples glowing as she pushed out through the door of the bathroom and hurried to her class. She was thinking of Gil dating Bobbie Ann. She was about to cry too. All she could see when she closed her eyes was Gil's open mouth getting closer and closer to the bright red curls of Bobbie Ann Smith's dripping pussy.
After school she walked directly to her father's antique shop. He never allowed her to stop for so much as an ice cream cone on the way home. And she was always afraid to test him. He had ways of knowing where she was every second of the day it seemed. But to Annie's surprise, Gil Blake was in the store talking to Brenda when she came in.
"There's a Mrs. Colson coming in to see about that dresser," Brenda said, heading for the door. Annie thought she looked more radiant than usual. And the jeans she had on weren't the baggy ones she usually dragged around in. They fit her as tight as skin. Annie wondered, if their father had seen what his oldest daughter was wearing on her body. Gil waited until they were alone and then came over to Annie and put his arms around her waist. She pulled away.
"Hey, what'd I do?"
"Nothing. But I guess you're going to have a grand old time at the hayride with Bobbie Ann Smith." Annie pretended to be scribbling something down at the desk. Gil shoved his hands in his pockets and came over to stand behind her.
"Well hell, I knew I couldn't take you. Your crazy father..."
Annie turned and put her arms around Gil. "Oh Gil, promise you won't have too much fun with her."
"I wanted to be with you." He hugged her, his fingers creeping down to the outward curve of her ass. She liked him to touch her. She wasn't quite so scared anymore. She sighed against his chest as he kissed her hair, then the side of her face. Their lips met and she groaned louder as she ground her mouth up against his urgent tongue. Gil didn't waste anytime getting back to where he'd left off that morning at the church. She felt him lift the hem of her school dress and pet the white inner flesh of her thighs. Then he brushed the damp silken band that protected her virgin pussy from any who might catch a glimpse of it.
Annie made a weak attempt to keep his fingers from slipping under the elastic of the leg hole but let Gil go ahead and do it. He began to massage the plump, warm lips of her mound as she gasped and rubbed her small tits against his chest. She wondered how it would feel with both of them naked.
"Ohhh, Gil darling. I loved it at the church the other day. I couldn't get you off my mind." They kissed again and this time she felt the pressure of Gil's finger against her cherry. She whimpered and breathed hotly against his neck as he massaged the thin membrane. Her cunt was making a slick mess of her panties, and Gil's fingers had to be glossy with her butter too. He was unbuttoning her blouse when they heard the cowbell on the front door jangle.
Annie showed Mrs. Colson the dresser she was interested in. Gil hung back, looking guilty and eager to continue what he'd started. It was all Annie could do to speak without her voice breaking.
"Why don't you call me when you decide," Annie said at last. "I'll be in the back."
Gil followed her to the cluttered, darker back room. There were dusty pieces that hadn't been refinished yet and odds and ends that were hard to sell.
"Gil!" she sighed, crushing herself against him. His hands went directly to her panties and she felt him skinning them down over her plump, white bottom. A glorious thrill shot through her. She'd never had her panties clear off while with a boy and Gil was jerking them down past her knees now. "No Gil, I'd better not." He ignored her, letting the dainty pink things puddle around her ankles.
Now he thrust his hand up between her thighs without hesitation and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out as his finger dug roughly along her crevice. Thrill after thrill made her tremble. He massaged her clit until the butter had made her all shiny and wet down there. Wetter even than before.
"Annie, I want you so bad."
"We can't do anything like that," she moaned. "But I could... I mean I could..." He seemed a little shy. Annie sensed what he was getting at. She told him yes with her eyes.
Gil tightened his strong hands around her waist and Annie jumped as he lifted her and sat her on the top of an old chest of drawers. Her cunt was just about level with his face and Annie blushed at the obvious connection. Gil could hardly look at her. But he wasn't afraid to look in under her skirt where it cut across the white flesh of her thighs. Then slowly he moved her dress on up, exposing her young, throbbing cunt. The pink insides were all pushed out from the excitement she felt. And as she looked down at her brown thatch of hair, she saw a wet spot form on the dark wood of the dresser top. Gil pulled her forward so that her pussy was hanging over the edge. She felt the wetness under her ass cheeks. Gil licked his lips. He was breathing hard. Annie thought about what Bobbie Ann had said. And now that fantastic event was about to happen to her. She put her trembling fingers to the sides of Gil's face.
"We've got to listen for Mrs. Colson. She might take all day deciding. Or she might not."
"Annie," he groaned, as if not hearing a word she'd said. His mouth came forward. Annie had her knees apart slightly but she didn't know how to go about letting all this happen. She didn't want a reputation like Bobbie Ann. Smith had. But she wanted so much to be eaten!
"Uhhhhh," she gasped as his lips brushed her mound. Nothing had really happened yet but that first touch was electric. She felt Gil push her knees wider. Then his mouth pressed harder and his tongue was pressing into the pink, smoldering folds. It sounded like a ripe fruit being opened and Annie let her head fall back weakly as her clit pulsed with fresh blood. She could see the doorway to the front part of the store. And she could hear Mrs. Colson puttering around by the piece she was considering. Then Gil's tongue slid down her crevice again and her eyes went out of focus.
"Oh yes Gil! Oh darling Gil!" She curled her nails in his hair, her bottom lurching atop the tall chest of drawers. Her insides were on fire. Her nipples tickled in a way that made her want to tear off her blouse. "Gil, touch my breasts," she sighed, too excited to be shy about asking.
Gil stopped kissing her pussy and unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom. Then he lay back the material as if he was exposing some priceless treasure. Annie's small, white swells stood proudly from her chest. Her nipples were a darker pink than usual and very erect. Gil kissed each one tenderly and then sucked one whole breast into his mouth.
"Yaaaaahhh," Annie whimpered, wallowing her chest against his sucking caress. She felt his tongue flicking her nipple until it seemed about to explode. Her cunt spasmed, contracting tightly up inside her body where no man had ever touched.
Annie had gone much further with Gil than she'd ever dreamed of going with any guy. And it scared her. The shyness she'd felt at the church had almost disappeared completely. She was willing to let this young male suck her tits, feel her pussy... even lick it! And she wasn't sure she would be satisfied with that alone either.
"Gil, you'd better stop. Let me go see how Mrs. Colson is doing."
"Oh baby, you know you want more." He grabbed her thighs hard and pushed his mouth up close to her cunt again. As his tongue teased her clit again Annie felt her resolve weaken. She groaned and clawed at his shoulders with both hands. His tongue was so rough and so soft at the same time. It slipped across her clit again and again, stroking the throbbing nub of cuntflesh until it was jutting up like a slick, pink finger.
She'd slipped down a little and her long legs were draped over Gil's shoulders now. He ate at her feverish young pussy with noisy gusto, her juices dripping off his chin as she pumped her bottom up and down, swathing his face with her silky-smooth insides. She was losing all control. She was gasping for air, wild with capturing that elusive tickle that was growing stronger by the second.
"Honey... Ohhh honey, ohhhhh you're killing me!" She crossed her ankles behind his head, squeezing the sides of his face with her thighs. Gil's tongue stabbed and petted her. Her short dress was tangled up above her waist, her blouse half off her thin shoulders as she wiggled and squirmed against the tantalizing friction of his sucking mouth.
"Mnnnuuuh," Gil groaned.
"God! Ghaaaaa!" Annie was out of her head. She knew now what Bobbie Ann Smith had been talking about. Yes, it was every bit as good as that... even better. It was the loveliest thing that had ever happened to her pussy. And Gil knew exactly where to touch her with his tongue.
She was going to come! She could feel the oily heat between her thighs throb with a sensation more consuming than anything she'd ever felt. Her ass bucked violently on the hard edge of the dresser now. Her shoulders twisted and she squirmed with a hungry passion against the wonderful mouth of her boyfriend. With her legs still over his shoulder, she straightened then and pointed her toes. A sandal fell to the floor with a loud clap. The wet sound of Gil's mouth eating her cunt seemed, to echo in the dark room. The dazzling thrills were on her so suddenly that she thought she might throw herself from where she was perched. But Gil held her down as he continued to feast on the satin-smooth secrets of her adolescent cunt.
"Yuuuhhh! Whhhaaa Gil darling. Ohhhh!" She tossed and shivered as climax knifed through her with the fury of a hurricane. Her pussy hole tightened underneath the thin membrane of her cherry. Annie felt like her cunt was trying to squeeze an imaginary cock. Gil grew more passionate, his tongue brushing over the delicate spat and then pressing in hard.
"Ahhhhh honeeeey!" she squealed, feeling the tip of his tongue enter the menstrual opening in her hymen. He fucked in and out, the new friction bringing her climax to a point of maddening pleasure. Again she cried out, wishing she could stifle her passionate moans but incapable of doing it.
By now Annie was practically sitting on Gil's shoulders, her cunt facing him. Only her elbows were resting on the old chest of drawers. Gil supported her as he kept tonguing her cherry and lapping her clit. The bucking fury of her climax lessened slightly but an exquisite little itch continued. Annie knew that if she just kept squirming and Gil kept licking that she could work that tingle into another climax. But she heard a noise at that moment and turned her head.
"Excuse me," Mrs. Colson blurted and backed out of the doorway. Gil stopped eating Annie's pussy and jerked his head around. But the old woman had gone.
"Oh God," Annie whined, still trembling with the after heat of her ravishing come.
"She saw us," Gil hissed. The front door jangled as Mrs. Colson went out. Annie looked at him. His cheeks and chin were glistening with her cunt butter. She felt like crying. Or laughing. She laughed, hugging his head against her again.
"Oh Gil, you did something to me I'll never forget. You're wonderful. I love you."
"Hey baby, maybe we'd better get our act together here before another customer shows."
He helped her down from the chest of drawers and Annie found her panties and stepped into them. She gave a little gasp as the cool silk fit against her swollen cunt. She felt raw down there. Wonderfully raw. Gil looked at her lovingly, his pants bulging in front. Annie watched him watching her as she buttoned up the front of her blouse.
"You're a naughty boy, Gil Blake," she teased. "If my father knew what you just did."
"You'd be in as much trouble as I would," he laughed, tickling her.
"Do you think Mrs. Colson will say anything?"
"Course not. An old fogey like that would be too embarrassed to so much as mention sex to anyone." Gil chuckled and shook his head. "I'll bet she got the thrill of her life when she saw me doing that to you."
"Oh Gil, do you like me a little?" Annie pushed her thin body against him and hugged him hard. She could feel his erection throbbing against his thigh. And then Gil reached into his pants and straightened the shaft so that it stretched up between his belly and the inside of his skivvies. Annie could tell by the long lump of it as he hugged her again.
"You know that big brass bed out front?" he whispered. Annie nodded. "Come on."
She followed him over to it and let him push her down on her back. Then he got between her legs and started humping against her. His pants were still on so she knew they could jump up quickly if someone started to come into the shop. And it felt good knowing that Gil was enjoying the shape of her body under him.
"Does it feel nice?" she whispered, her tongue wetting his earlobe like he'd done to her a little while before.
"Yeah," Gil gasped. "I'm pretty close. After all that eating I did..."
"Close?" Annie breathed, liking the way the lump in his pants rubbed the top of her mound.
"Yeah Annie, awful close. God damn! Ohhh baby, put your arms around me tight. Hold me Annie! Christ, hold on to me!"
Annie was taken by surprise. But she sensed Gil's excitement as he squirmed around wildly on top of her body. His cock seemed to be growing even bigger where it was trapped inside his jeans. And suddenly Gil unzipped his pants in front so that just his cotton skivvies and her silk panties separated their flesh. He plunged the throbbing cock up and down her belly.
"Oh Gil, ohhhh darling," she cooed, feeling a spasm go though him. He seemed to get very tense all over. And then he made a soft noise deep, deep in his throat. He kept pumping his hips, kept rubbing his cock against her soft belly. Until at last Annie was aware of a damp feeling on her panties. Gil let out a shuddering breath and went limp on top of her. His prick had slipped completely out of his underwear just as the hot cream had boiled out onto the front of Annie's pink panties. She was trembling from experiencing the rutting excitement of a man on top of her. And when she put her fingers down she felt the puddle of slimy stuff.
But now that it was all over, Annie was starting to feel guilty about things. Mrs. Colson could hint something to someone and a rumor would be started. And Annie wondered if maybe she'd let Gil go too far. After all she wasn't dating him. Her father wouldn't allow her to date at all. It all seemed so confusing. Yet her body had told her to go ahead and do it.
"Gil, we'd better get up..."
"Yeah." He had a lazy, comfortable look on his face. As her panties dried, they got stiff. Annie didn't know whether to chance wearing them.
"When can I see you again?" Gil asked, breaking her thoughts.
"Oh God, I don't know. Whenever we can sneak around and do it," she sighed. Gil chuckled at her choke of words and Annie blushed.
"I'd like to do it with you every night of the week."
"We haven't even done it yet," she said back and then they both laughed. Gil took her in his arms and pulled her slim body close.
"God, I really want you Annie. I can't wait until we really can..."
"Oh don't say it. I'm confused Gil, I really am. I wish I knew what was happening to me."
"You're growing up, that's all. And your father is trying to keep you from maturing. It's unnatural, the way he wants you to act."
"You think so?"
Gil's hand caressed her pert ass. "I know so. Maybe we can get together at the hayride."
"Fat chance. Me with my cousin and you going with that Bobbie Ann Smith."
"It'll be a long hayride," Gil whispered. "Lots of things can happen."
Chapter Four
When Brenda left the antique store, she went straight to a fancy store downtown. She'd been saving money, for no special reason. But now she had a very good reason to spend some. As much as she felt the sinfulness for buying something pretty for her own uncle to see her in, she couldn't resist doing it. She'd never in her life worn a pretty dress. Her father had always told her she was ordinary looking, or at least hinted it. Well maybe she was ordinary looking. But even ordinary people looked attractive. There was no reason she had to wear ill-fitting clothes and keep her hair in a bun. But until Wade had touched her, she'd never really considered any other possibility.
The salesgirl helped her choose a couple of frocks to try on and Brenda closed herself in a small changing booth. Before she did anything else she let her hair down. It tumbled over her plaid shirt, giving her a tomboyish appeal. But she skinned off her jeans and man's shirt quickly and turned before the mirror on the back of the door.
"Maybe I should buy some panties too," she breathed to herself. "These are so... plain." She slipped on the first dress she'd chosen and blushed at the reflection that flashed back at her. The dress was red and silky and it fit her curves like it'd been made expressly for her own body. For the first time in her life men would be able to see how small her waist was. How curvy and plush her bottom stuck out. And her tits! They pushed out the front of the dress, almost threatening to jump out over the neckline. Brenda buttoned it up two more notches and fit a little safer. But her tits still showed their full, heavy swells.
She tried on a few more dresses, ended up with two and then went to look at the underwear on display. The salesgirl saw her holding up a skimpy pair of purple silk and white lace. They were far too daring for Brenda's taste but when the girl said something about how men dug things like that, she weakened.
"They're so... thin."
"Of course," the salesgirl went on. "Men like 'em thin. And they like 'em hanging almost off of your bottom if you know what I mean."
"I wouldn't feel like I was wearing underthings at all if I had these on."
"That's the idea."
"Oh, I feel like a fool but I'll buy these."
"We have something else you might be interested in." The girl picked up a pair of panties that were as skimpy as the others. Yet there was something else about them, something very strange. Then Brenda ran her fingers along the crotch and saw that there was a clever divide running along the narrow band of silk. It was disguised but could be easily pulled open. The image of a girl wearing those things flicked through her mind. She blushed. A man could slip up into her without them even removing any clothes.
"I don't think I'd be interested, thank you." But Brenda had become excited. Just having the naughty undies in her hand had caused her cunt to start seeping hot juice. Brenda told the girl she'd take the purple ones and went to a booth to put them on.
Brenda left the store in the red dross she'd first tried on. She stopped at a drugstore and bought lipstick, mascara and a tiny bottle of good quality perfume. She went to a restroom in a department store to make her face up. By now she was so excited at the transformation that she could hardly keep from wiggling when she walked. But of course she couldn't go home like this. But she could pay her Uncle Wade a quick visit.
He was in the apartment he rented, watching a ballgame on television when she knocked. He didn't seem to even recognize her at first. And then he almost dropped the beer he was holding.
"God damn! Brenda honey..."
"You like me?"
"Baby, I liked you at the store the other day. But now, Jesus Chris..."
Brenda turned slowly before him, her blond hair swinging out a little as she tossed her head. She seemed to be picking up all the moves as if they'd always been there inside her. She was enjoying being a full-fledged woman for the first time in her life. Wade slipped his hands around her waist and drew her against him.
"How much time you got?"
"A few hours I guess." She was breathing a little fast. She knew what Wade wanted. Was it proper to give in to him? Did she really want to let the flirtation go another step further? Wade kissed her neck, her face. She sighed and closed her eyes. His mouth felt so good. She let him nibble at her lips. He seemed to like the lipstick and the perfume and the eye shadow. Then his tongue was forcing between her teeth and she felt her body come alive.
"Uhhhh, Wade, I missed you."
"I've been missing you too sweetheart." He let his hands cup the rounded shapes of her ass cheeks. She liked the way he squeezed her there. It made her blood run faster and hotter. Her pussy was sticking to her new panties too. She rocked her hips, knowing that he felt her doing it. His cock was pushing out the front of his pants.
"Put your hand down here," Wade whispered.
"Nhhoo," she sighed, not wanting to do everything he wanted instantly.
"Come on, remember how you did it the other day?"
"I didn't know you were going to... come?"
"Is that what you call it?" She knew he was teasing. But Wade had her hand anyway, pushing it against the shape of his bulging erection. She squeezed it gently, giving her mouth to him again. He seemed half crazy now, panting and feeling of her curves. The dress was certainly doing what she'd hoped. Wade unbuttoned the top of it until one of her tits was just about hanging out. She hadn't worn a bra because of the way the dress was put together. It seemed made to fit a naked breast. And it felt so good against her full, rounded swells. Especially when Wade ran his fingers across the sheer material. Her nipples poked out hot and tumid. Wade inched her neckline down so that her areola was exposed. He licked it until her knees were weak. Then he slipped the red silk down another inch so that he could get to the dark, throbbing nipple.
Brenda gave a weak cry as he sucked it deep into his mouth.
"Come on in here, honey," he whispered, guiding her with one hand. She leaned against him, her heart pounding like a rabbit. She knew that if she went in her uncle's bedroom, she was as good as toiling him that she wanted to fuck. But might he not think that she was too easy? Brenda wished she had more experience with this side of life.
"You smell like you spent some money on perfume too," he told her. The bedroom door was a few feet away when Brenda pulled up short.
"No, maybe we shouldn't. Not just yet Uncle Wade?" She was panting against his chest. "Remember I've only just begun to know what this kind of thing is all about. I've never been with boys much."
"Let me teach you the really good part," he said. His hand was under her dress so quickly that she couldn't stop him. He massaged the pouting lips of her pussy until the new purple panties were sticking up between her cunt lips.
"If those panties look as sexy as they feel," Wade said, "I'll eat them right off your body."
"Ohhh Wade, couldn't I have something to drink?"
"Scotch and water alright?" he asked, already heading for the kitchen. She went back to sit in front of the television. But she was too worked up to watch it much. Wade brought her drink and she gulped it. The liquor was watered down some but it burned in her belly and she felt the relaxation spread like a warm sun.
"Now let me see those new panties. They are new, aren't they?"
"Wade!" Brenda gasped, blushing. But her uncle had already begun kissing her knees, pushing the hem of her red dress up as he worked his way cunt ward. She let him, enjoying the touch of his mouth on her like that day at the store. He gave a gasp of approval when he exposed the purple, lace-edged things that just barely covered her. Then he bent his head down and started nuzzling in the musky warmth of her crotch.
Brenda was trying to act somewhat proper. But it was hard with her uncle moaning and burrowing in the warm wetness of her panty crotch. His tongue raked along the narrow band of nylon until she felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all. She might as well have left those skimpy little things off. They were so wet with Wade's saliva and her juice that she could see her clit through them.
"Brenda, you're the finest woman I've ever touched," Wade went on, his tongue inching the edge of one leg-hole now. As he pulled her down on the sofa, Brenda only resisted a little bit. She was enjoying the fluttering rush of pleasure, so much that she couldn't very well make him stop.
"Ohhh yesss, Wade darling. Ohhh I love you!"
He was holding her panty crotch to one side now as his tongue dipped directly into the plump, slippery folds. She could hear the hungry smacking. She could hear her heart pounding harder than ever. She opened her thighs a little more, twisting her ass down in the cushions as Wade drew his tongue-tip across her clit again.
"Nhhhuuh, ohhhhh Wade...!"
She put her hands on his head. That was even sexier. To feel him moving as he nibbled and ate at her dripping crevice. She whimpered a little as he slid her panties down. The tight elastic excited her as it slipped down over her plump cheeks. Then she felt Wade skim them past her knees and off one ankle. She was panting hard now, her dress lifted to expose the blond curls of her pussy. The lips were swollen open. A glistening pink crevice of heat and slickness seemed to invite Wade to dip his tongue in it again. And that was exactly what he did.
"Honey, your tongue feels so darned good. I never knew licking would be like this!"
"You're a mighty edible female," Wade whispered. He was smacking now, making it sound like a really carnal feast he was having between the spread lips of her pussy. Brenda could feel everything. She could feel the tip of his tongue get hard as he wiped it up and down over the velvet hood that protected her clit. Her clitoris was swelling fast with blood. Already the head was pushing up against the friction her uncle was causing. And the friction was making her juices flood too. She wallowed her hips around, gasping, digging her nails into her Uncle Wade's hair.
"Uhhh! Ahhhhh! Whhhhaaahhh," she groaned, her eyes fluttering. Her face felt flushed. Her belly was heaving. The tickling pleasure raced up and down the insides of her thighs. She kept spreading her legs wider, letting her uncle really work his mouth deep into her slippery, feverish cunt.
He stopped and stood up. She was too weak to move. Her pussy throbbed like a small heart and as Wade dropped his pants and jerked down his skivvies, Brenda gave a little squeal.
"Ohh Wade, you're too big! I'm scared Wade, really scared! And what if I got..."
"... pregnant? Don't worry hon. I'm not about to get my favorite niece in trouble now am I?" He reached in his shirt pocket, to extract something. She watched his shirt flutter to the floor and then looked back at the tiny packet he held in his fingertips. He peeled the wrapper away and knelt between her parted legs. The rubber was so thin she could see the color of his cock though it. It rolled down over his barbed glans and fit tight under the flared part. Then Wade finished rolling it down. It fit him tight as second skin. Brenda had to touch it just to see how tight.
"God, will it really keep me from getting pregnant?"
"Sure will. See that little loose part at the tip? That's the reservoir. It'll hold my cum."
"Unless it breaks."
"They don't break," Wade laughed. He was petting the insides of her thighs, keeping her hot. It didn't take much for that. Brenda felt like climbing the walls. All her good intentions, her resolve not to give in too fast had blown away like leaves in the wind. All it took was her uncle's touch, her uncle's mouth. And now her uncle's cock was sliding up against her cunt. She whimpered and gave a weak bucking motion as if to resist him. He pinned her wrists to the sofa and nudged her smoldering pubes. They parted with a wet sound and she felt the streamlined shape forcing her inner lips out.
"Nnnnnnuuuhhh, ohhhhh Wade, I am afraid! I've never made love before. I know it's gonna kill me to take that thing inside!"
"I'm big, but I'll be careful baby." He kissed her mouth and she chewed on his tongue. God she was hot! She couldn't forget that she was a virgin. But she was eager too. Half of her was a trembling little girl, the other half a hungry tigress. Her ass lurched again and she swathed the head of Wade's prick with hot cuntjuice.
"Wade, it feels so hot and swollen."
"Let me push it into you a little baby..."
"Nhhhoooo!"
"Come on, don't fight me. It won't hurt much."
"Wade, ohhhhh Wade, I'm so mixed up." Brenda's mind whirled. Here she was stretched half naked on her own uncle's couch. And he was trying to fuck her. The specter of her father's face swam before her closed eyes. She shook her head hard as if to make him leave her alone. But she knew that if he saw her he might strangle her out of anger. Yet the way Wade's cocktip was rubbing her felt so-o-o-o good.
"Mmmmmm, better not do it," she babbled. "Just kiss me." But when Wade kissed her her heart picked up tempo and her ass tightened against the sofa cushion. He was leaning forward, pressing against her hymen. She tried to squirm up away from him but her head was jammed against the arm rest. Wade bit her chin. His hips lurched and drove his darkened glans against the yielding membrane stretched over her hole.
Brenda felt it giving. There was a moment of panic. She felt a lifetime of being sheltered, of being kept from the grasps of males. But now it was her uncle who had a firm grasp of her, his fingers digging into the soft swells of her ass as he tried to break her cherry.
"Uncle W-a-a-a-a-d-e! Ohhhh it hurts!"
"That's it darling, just keep squirming. It's gonna break any second!"
"Ouch! Ohhhhh Jesus! Ohhhh it's killing meeeee!"
There was a sharp sting and she had the feeling that something very delicate was being torn. It was the next sensation that took her breath away. The sensation of her body being filled with throbbing, hot cock! It was big! And it was slippery with her juices as it stretched the muscles around her hole wide and forced up into her vagina. The friction against dainty parts of her that'd never been touched by anyone made Brenda wiggle uncontrollably. Her mouth fell open and she let out a shuddering squeal that sounded more animal than human.
"Wade, your cock! It's g-g-going in. It's going inside me!" She tossed her head back and forth, blond hair tangling across her mouth and eyes. He kissed her then, his hands petting her excited body. She bit his chin without really thinking what she was doing.
"Darlin' Brenda, you're gonna be just fine honey, just fine."
"Uhhh. Uhhnnnnhhooo! Sooo tight! Sooo hot!" She bent her knees a little feeling the soft insides of her pussy clutch tighter around the tumid, firm cock. Her uncle grunted at the tightness her velvet folds exerted on him. She pulled her legs all the way up and her pussy squeezed him hard.
"God damn!"
Brenda let her legs part way down again. She was only trying to relieve the fullness she felt. The tightness and constriction of her unsullied vagina. It was so cramped with Wade's big cock inside her. And when she felt with trembling fingers, she discovered that only about three inches of his shaft had penetrated her. When she took her fingers away and looked at them, they were bloody.
"Nhhaaah," she whimpered, "I'm bleeding Wade! Ohhh God, I'm bleeding!"
Wade grabbed her head and kissed her mouth passionately. Little by little she forgot about the blood as her uncle's tongue probed in and out. It was like her mouth was a cunt for his tongue the way he was fucking her with it. Her pussy flooded fresh juice and the exquisite rub of his shaft stabbing deeper made her moan through her nostrils.
Now Brenda's bloody fingers clutched the backs of Wade's shoulders. She left red streaks where she slid down to hug him even harder. She could feel the force of his movements. His strong hips slammed her down into the cushion of the sofa. His hot cock forced deeper into her fresh wound. She was so slick down there that all that slowed him was the tightness of her pussy. And she was tight!
"Uhhhhnnn. Ohhhhhh God Wade, I can't believe this!"
"Baby, hold on. Just hold on tight."
They wrestled around on the sofa, her legs lifting up finally as she felt almost all of her uncle's cock forcing into her soft, mushy heat. Her muscles were aching deep inside her as they had to stretch around that throbbing knob of his glans. And she knew that the convulsions her body was going through had an effect on her uncle. He was biting his lip and grunting like a greedy animal as his big cock was sucked at by the velvet surfaces deep in the feverish heat of her body.
"You can feel me through that rubber?" she gasped.
"Oh baby, can I ever!"
"Wade, I know this is wrong. I hope you don't think badly of me."
"Brenda honey just kiss me and forget all that crap."
His hands kneaded her ass cheeks. His mouth tickled her neck and wet her earlobe. She twisted in the violence of the yearning lust she felt. Her heels rubbed the backs of his legs. Her nails cut into the flesh of his ass cheeks now as she grew braver.
"Nhhhhuuhhh, it's getting so good I think I might faint!"
The shoots of pleasure were coming faster now. Her clit was a swollen finger of cunt flesh that jutted up to catch every slight rub of her uncle's body. And the juice dripped down onto the sofa, making a dark spot there. The pain had become so slight that the thrills almost masked it completely. She knew it would hurt afterward. But now all she could think of was that fabulous sensation! The feeling of that thick, hard shape inside her. Rooting, rutting, raping her! She whimpered and plunged her plump, curvy ass and bit her uncle's shoulder.
"Whhaaahhh, yuuuhh! Ohhh Christ!"
"Baby, ohhh damn Brenda. Ohhh God damn!" Suddenly Wade was pumping his hips faster. It was still tight in her cunt but his cock had gotten slippery enough that it was sliding all the way in and all the way out. Brenda felt the full effect of being speared deeply by his lovely organ. And when he dragged it out quickly she lurched upwards with her pussy, chasing it. Then he'd shove her full again and a satisfied little grunt would rattle from her throat. Wade fucked her faster, faster yet!
"Ohh! Ohhh shit! Ohhhh Wade, yessssss!" She plunged back, wiggling and squirming like a crazy person. The friction was making the tingling itch grow more intense by the second. Until the itch wasn't an itch anymore, it was a burning, exquisite pleasure that dazzled her, left her without words. She could only growl and snap her teeth together and work her ass around in tight circles to capture that elusive hurricane of joy. Her breathing had gone completely, out of control. She almost shrieked as she sucked in huge lungfuls of air and let them out again. Wade was breathing the same way.
"Honeeeeee!" she cried, the thrill turning into a explosion of total release between the glossy lips of her pussy. She was consumed by it, devoured by it. And through her ravished senses she could still feel the ramming power of her uncle's prick as it fucked her and fucked her and fucked her again.
"W-a-a-a-a-d-e," she babbled, coming frantically. As her cunt spasmed tight she heard her uncle give a growl too. His body stiffened. His back arched. His lungs emptied as if someone had driven a bus against him. Instinctively Brenda slipped her hands down and he let her slide fingers between their bellies. She touched the place where he was stabbed into her body. Her eyes fluttered as she felt a surge along the underside of his shaft. Wade groaned and pushed his prick into her. It went so deep that his balls were pressed up against her and the surges came again. She could count them, count the rushes of hot cream that were filling the tip of that rubber.
Wade was all over her then, pulling her wrists back up so he could pin her down while he rutted like the hungry animal he was. She let him, her own climax still close enough that she could enjoy the fading comfort of having scratched her itch.
"Brenda!" he groaned.
"Wade," she sighed, comforting him in his agony of pleasure, hugging him hard as he shook and shivered against her warm, soft belly. Then he relaxed, fought to get his breath. For a long time that was all they did.
"There," she said at last. "I did it." There was the soft drip of her blood where Wade's cock still throbbed. She tried to tighten her muscles and felt the ache of the first pain she would feel. But as her pussy sucked around her uncle's cock he gave a groan too.
"You're pretty tight, baby. I think I rubbed myself sore."
"Even with that rubber on?"
"Yeah, I think so. You can sure squeeze a guy." He kissed her forehead and her nose. Then they brushed mouths.
"If my dad could see me now," Brenda said.
"Don't even think of that. It makes me nervous."
Wade eased his cock out of her and dabbed with his clean handkerchief at the tear he'd left. Brenda let him, enjoying the attention. She didn't feel as awful about the whole thing as she'd thought she might. She undid her dress finally and hung it over the back of a chair. Wade watched her tiptoe naked to the bathroom and when she caught him admiring her full, rounded ass, she grinned back. The rubber hung heavily from his cock.
"You know it'd be nice to have you around the place," he said, starting to slip it off.
"Your own niece? What would people say?"
"Maybe we could go someplace where they wouldn't know you were my niece," Wade winked. Brenda hurried into the bathroom and washed herself. When she came back into the room with a towel wrapped around her she saw the knotted rubber on the table. She picked it up and watched the hot sap roll around inside. The seed looked creamy and thick and she swallowed hard when she thought of it spurting up into her womb. It was so darned easy for a girl to get pregnant!
At that moment there was a knock at the door. Wade looked at her and she stared at him. She had to remind herself to start breathing again. Wade jerked on his pants.
"You'd better get in the other room," he whispered. Brenda hurried down the short hall to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Only when she heard the voices did she remember that she'd left her new red dress draped over a chair in the front room. It was her father too! She looked at the cum-packed rubber she held in her hand. It was like a symbol of her sinfulness. Thank God she'd taken that with her.
"So, doing a little entertaining are you?" she heard her father say. Wade laughed.
"Aw yeah, you know how that is."
"You damned lucky bachelor," said Brenda's father. "And would you look at this dress! I always wanted to have a woman who wore a red dress."
The conversation between the two men droned on but Brenda didn't pay much attention to what they were saying anymore. She sat naked on the edge of the bed, wondering if her father might somehow grow suspicious. If he looked in the paper bag she'd set down in there he'd know it was his daughter fucking his own brother. But there'd be no reason for him to be so snoopy. Wade wouldn't let him anyway. After a while she heard the door slam and Wade came to the bedroom.
"He's gone baby, you can come back out."
"I thought I might pee on the floor," she hissed, blushing when she realized how familiar she was getting with her uncle. He grinned and pinched her bottom. As he watched Brenda squirmed into the red dress.
"You sure you should wear that home? Your old man was pretty interested in it. If he saw you with it on."
"You're right." She pulled it off and dug her baggy shirt from the paper bag. At least the jeans fit her tight. They were the only tight ones she had. "But I'm going to take it home with me. I love it." She hugged the red dress to her breasts. "It was the start of something special today, wasn't it?"
"You're damned right baby," Wade said, hugging her and the dress. "But it looks like I might be out of town for a couple of weeks. Your old man wants me to run up to Dawsonville and check out some antique auctions there." Wade shrugged. "Wish I could take you with me."
"Oh, I'd love to go!" Brenda bit her lip. "Isn't there some way we could do it?"
"You mean ask your dad if you could go with me?" Wade rubbed his chin. "I wonder if he'd suspect anything? God, I don't, know. He's one suspicious bastard."
"Oh surely not. You and me? I mean I've been a virtual nun for twenty-one years. How would he ever suspect that I might climb in bed with my uncle?" Brenda giggled and rubbed her bare tits against her uncle's chest. He felt them gently and they kissed. She could tell that he already had a fresh hard-on.
"We can think about it. I'll be into the store tomorrow baby. Wait for me there."
Brenda finished dressing, put her new dress in the bag and left. She sang all the way back to the store. Her feet had hardly touched the sidewalk as she skipped along. But when she went in her father's store he was there behind the counter. He gave her a strange look.
"When did you start wearing your hair down?" he asked, eyes narrowed.
"I thought it looked nice," Brenda said, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. But she felt like a whore with his accusing eyes on her. She imagined that he could even smell the perfumey musk of her afternoon fuck.
"I prefer it the other way," he said, turning back to the receipts he was recording. "You look cheap the way you've got it now. Been shopping have you?"
"Yes, I got a little something for myself." Her voice trembled. It scared her to know that only the paper bag hid the red dress her father would surely recognize if he saw it again. But he kept fooling with his paperwork and she went back to hide it among the junk in the other room. She couldn't ask her father about going with Uncle Wade on his trip to Dawsonville. Not yet anyway.
Chapter Five
Tight jeans were in order far a hayride. But Annie decided to slip hers on without panties. She didn't know why, it was just a feeling. She had to go with her lame cousin Jerry and if that wasn't enough of a bummer, her dad was talking about her getting in by eleven. She thought of this as she forced the skin-tight Levi's up over her naked pubes. No one would know. Except maybe Gil. But she still didn't see how they were going to spend any time together. Bobbie Ann Smith wasn't about to let Gil slip out of her claws. And Annie was stuck with Jerry the jerk. But she could dress sexy anyway.
Maybe it would make her feel better.
Jeaned but still bare breasted, Annie looked at herself in the mirror. Her firm, flat belly, her white flesh, her small pink-tipped breasts. She wished she could go just like that! But even the thought made her blush a little. It was her father's restrictions that were getting her so crazy. She turned to examine the way her jeans fit her ass. They fit nice, the faded denim snugged up between the cheeks of her bottom so tight that each plump swell was easily discernable. She knew that the boys would be getting eyefuls of her tonight. If only she could get out of the house without her father noticing how alluring she looked.
Annie picked a cowboy blouse to go with her jeans. Of course she had no intention of wearing a bra. She slipped into the sexy blouse and tucked it into her jeans. She added a belt with a brass buckle and a tiny pair of turquoise ear rings.
"Jerry's here," her mother called from outside the door.
Annie brushed her hair and slipped a sweater over her sexy, silk top. That way her father would never suspect how beautifully she'd draped her pubescent breasts. He'd never know that she meant to take the sweater off as soon as she was out of the house so that the boys at the hayride would be able to see the budding curves of her young body. And maybe if one of them was lucky, a little tit too.
"I want you to bring her home at eleven," her dad started in as soon as she went over to say hello to Jerry.
"Aw Dad, none of the other kids will have to be home that early."
"Maybe eleven-thirty then. But I want it to be understood..."
Jerry nodded obediently as Annie listened to her father drone on and on. Then they were out the door. Jerry's car was parked at the curb, his father's car.
"I got the Lincoln tonight," he said proudly, opening the door for her. Annie scooted across the seat. It was the biggest car she'd ever seen! Pretty classy for getting to a hayride in. She softened a little towards Jerry. He was trying anyway. And he looked really neat except for his cowlick.
Annie stripped her sweater off over her head and threw it in the back seat. Jerry had already started the car but before he slipped into gear he took a long look at her breasts poked pertly out against the little shirt.
"What's wrong?" she asked, confused by the dazed expression on his face.
"Nuh-nuh-nuthin! Nothing at all Annie, you look really nice tonight."
"God, you're acting strange," she said, frowning at him.
"It's just that you're so pretty tonight. I always thought of you as my cousin, you know."
"That's all we are," she replied. Annie was thinking of Gil again. Would he be as eager to see her as she was to see him?
The hayride started with a lot of fooling around and hay-fights. But when everyone was settled into the straw, singing and making out as the wagon was pulled along the country road. Annie saw right away that Bobbie Ann Smith wasn't just fooling around. She looked every bit as devastating as Annie did. And she had bigger tits too. Whenever Gil so much as glanced in Annie's direction, Bobbie Ann would run her fingers up his thigh and start kissing on him and that would be the end of that.
As time went on there was less horseplay and more making out. The ride was quieter now with only the horse's hooves adding an easy rhythm to the sound of girls being excited by male hands. Annie heard the low moans, the sighs, the gasps for breath. And it made her that much more uneasy to know that she was there with her own first cousin. Jerry felt uneasy too.
"Hey," he said at last, reaching into his hip pocket. "I brought something along." He flipped the top and shoved the silver flask put at her. "It's my dad's but I figured he wouldn't miss it for one night. It's his booze too."
Annie didn't want to seem out-of-it. She took the flask, touched it to her lips and tilted some of the liquor into her mouth. It wasn't half as bad as she'd thought. She swallowed more and handed the flask back to her cousin, he took a huge slug and nestled the thing between his knees. Annie felt the booze working on her immediately. She didn't worry so much about appearances now. She felt relaxed and easy.
"Hey that was good," she said. Jerry put an arm around her shoulders and she snuggled into his embrace. Maybe they weren't kissing cousins but at least she could lean against him, couldn't she? He held the flask out to her and she grabbed it eagerly. The liquor went down even easier than before.
"It's my dad's best brandy. Costs a mint." Jerry chuckled. He sounded a little loaded. Annie giggled back. She was getting loaded. And it felt neat.
"You're the prettiest girl here," Jerry told her. He had his fingers against her shoulder and the squeeze he gave made Annie quiver all over. She'd undone the top three buttons of her top to try and lure Gil's attention. Jerry was snatching glimpses himself now. But with the booze inside her Annie didn't care. She pushed her shoulders back as if to stretch, knowing that the loose-fitting front would gape when she moved like that. Jerry got an eyeful. Annie found she enjoyed letting him get one too. Her cunt tingled unexpectedly. As her naked labia swelled against the tight denim she was intensely aware of the fact that she'd left her panties at home. The turn on was a surprise and she wondered if she should feel guilty about getting excited with her cousin. Jerry's hand changed her mind quick.
"So pretty," he breathed, letting his palm slide up her thigh. She made a little jerk as if to stop him. But the flooding sensations were wiping her resistance out quick. The booze made her feel like saying yes instead of no. She leaned her face into the hollow of his neck and let her cousin do what he wanted.
What he wanted was more than she'd expected. His fingers teased gingerly along the crotch of her jeans. Since she wasn't wearing panties, she felt everything he did. She moaned against him now, her breathing getting ragged. Then Jerry lifted her chin with his free hand and they were kissing. His tongue knew what to do. She let her teeth open so that he could stab it between them. Annie felt dizzy, breathless. It was all happening so fast. It was that booze! She wasn't even considering that what they were doing might be wrong. It felt too good to worry about that.
"Jerry... Ohhh Jerry," she sighed, twisting her hips slightly. Jerry's finger gouged against the faded denim of her crotch, pushing it into the wet crevice that was opening from excitement. She glanced around to see if anyone might be watching. The other couples were too interested in the same activity to care whether Annie was kissing her own cousin or not.
Bobbie Ann Smith had her jeans unbuttoned in front and Annie saw with alarm that Gil was getting his fingers into the opening. As she watched him dig there, Bobbie Ann kissed him passionately and her ass danced in the thick straw. By the position of his arm, Annie knew that Gil was fingerfucking her now. The buxom girl was panting and plunging her hips against his touch. But Jerry brought Annie back from that. He had slipped a hand into the front of her blouse. And she saw that he'd slyly unbuttoned it all the way down. As his palm sanded her tender pink nipple she arched her slim back and pumped her hips against his finger. Her jeans were getting slightly damp at the crotch now.
They had a few more nips from the flask before the wagon bounced into the yard of the Ranch. Annie saw girls zipping back up and boys trying to cram their erections back in their jeans. She had some fixing up to do before she and Jerry limped to his dad's big Lincoln. Once inside she threw herself against him with a passion. He grabbed her shoulders and pressed her back on the seat. His mouth was wet and hot and hungry. She sighed and squirmed as he kissed his way down her neck. As his lips sucked one small tit deep she let out a shuddering cry and dug at the nape of his neck with her nails.
"Ohhhh Jerry! Ohhh God!" Cars were starting up outside.
"I guess we'd better go."
"What time is it?" she asked, her voice a little slurred from the brandy.
"Ten-thirty."
"An hour," she murmured. "We've got an hour."
Jerry drove a couple of miles to a campground by a state recreation area. All the way there Annie had pressed her body close against him, her hands petting his thighs. She was a little drunk and very hot. In the back of her mind she wanted a little revenge for what she'd watched Gil doing to Bobbie Ann. But more than that was a steady flame which roared inside her maturing body. She'd tasted something good besides the booze. She'd felt how her own cousin could turn her on. And she wanted more.
"We shouldn't..." she sighed as Jerry jabbed the lights off and grabbed her. But she knew she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. He was working at her jeans now, getting the zipper down. She struggled a little, grabbing at his wrists as he worked the faded denim down over her slim hips. His eyes widened when he saw that she was wearing no panties.
"God Annie! Ohhh Jesus Christ you're so pretty!" He kissed her where her cunt hair began and Annie whined and rubbed his head with lusty affection. Then he spread her silky shirt open to expose her small tits.
The sucking force of his mouth on the tender nubbins made her cry out over and over again. He was a little rough but she liked it. Her ass began to work now, plunging instinctively with the age-old movements of rutting.
By the time Jerry had jerked his pants and shirt off she was out of her mind. She knew they couldn't actually make love. It was unheard of! Cousins, and first cousins to boot. But she wanted to feel his hard cock touching her belly. She wanted to hold his body against hers.
"Annie, I didn't know this would happen to us," he groaned, pushing his body across hers. She spraddled her knees, feeling him thrust between them. She hugged him as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders. His hands found the mushy fever of her crevice and he began to pet her there. Annie was whimpering now, whimpering like an animal in heat. She was surprised at how big and strong Jerry was. His cockhair was as dark as the hair on his head and the way his prick jutted up made her weak. It made a big hot lump as he wiggled it against her belly. She could almost guess how far it would teach up into her if they fucked. His balls bumped her mound. They felt heavy.
"Go on, touch me," he said when she started inching her fingers down. Eagerly, Annie surrounded the slick orbs and squeezed them around in their sack. Jerry grunted happily, his hips working as she massaged him. His cock seemed, about to explode but Annie got her fingers around it too. Her heart pounded. To touch that part of a male was unbelievably exciting.
"Let's do it," Jerry said.
"No Jerry. You know we can't."
"To hell with what I know." He found the flask among his clothes and took another gulp. When he offered it to Annie she shook her head.
"Maybe we'd better go home."
"Do you really want to?" he asked, his fingers framing her face. She moved her hips slightly, rubbing her mound down against his thigh. Her fingers tightened on his cock.
"No. I don't want to go home."
"Annie!" he whispered, pressing his lips against her ear then. She gasped as he pulled his hips back and tried to get his cock down under her smoldering mound. She tried to keep a grip on him but he tore her hands loose and pinned her wrists to the car seat. Her ankle tangled in the steering wheel as she kicked to escape. But now that bulging knob of cockmeat was shoving up between the blood-hot lips of her pussy. There was a squishy sound as it slid up her crevice and into the shallow hollow spot where her cherry stretched.
"Uhhhhh! Nhhhhh-o-o-o!"
"You want it just as bad as I do. It won't hurt for long Annie, really it won't."
"Jerry! You can't! You c-a-a-a-ahhhhhhh!" She choked on the scream in her throat. Something big had been thrust hard against her hot little pussy. She knew it was Jerry's cock, her cousin's cock. But it'd felt like a red hot poker. The pain made her blink as tears trickled down the sides of her face. He thrust again and the underside of her body seemed to split open! That's what it felt like anyway. It was a little while before Annie could find the breath to cry out. And then she was bawling.
"Ohhhh nhhooo. Ohhhh God help me! Ohhhh Jerry, what did you do?" He gasped excitedly and pumped his cock deeper. She felt her cunt being forced aside as that feverish barb penetrated her. The pain made her whimper. It really hurt bad!
"Christ Annie, you're so hot inside. Ohhh Jesus, this is fantastic!" He kissed her trembling lips as he continued to grind his hips around against hers. Annie was flattened down in the seat, her young thighs spread helplessly under the ravishing attack of her cousin. He had her in a firm embrace, feeling the soft cheeks of her ass as he continued to spear his slender penis into the dripping folds of her vagina. He was going deeper now. She felt the odd sensation as her body was rammed again and again.
"Whhhuuh, Jerry it's going in so far! What if I can't take it all?" She writhed weakly under him. Jerry bit her neck and his hips rushed forward again. There was a sticky, slippery noise between her thighs and she felt blood trickling down her ass. Then Jerry grabbed her legs and pulled them up so her heels were in the air above his back. He rooted deeper, his hips making gentle circles as he tried to touch the very deepest part of her.
Annie's young cunt was convulsing around the invading prick. And as the satin-smooth surfaces rubbed Jerry's cock, he groaned with pleasure.
"Oh Jesus," Annie cried, "you don't even have on a rubber or anything! Ohhhh Jerry, stop it! Stop it right now!"
"Annie, I'm really digging you. I mean, you're the finest chick in the world. I want to make it good for you too."
"Damn," she mumbled, "Ohhh damn, damn, damn." Her hands fluttered weakly over his back. She felt his ass cheeks by accident and her fingers seemed to fit there. But as he worked his bottom up and down she picked up his excitement. She could almost feel what it was like for him. All that drippy, slick flesh inside her was probably squeezing him very tightly. Yes, she could feel it happening! The poor guy was flipping it felt so good. And now something was feeling good to her too. Even over the pain she sensed the tickle begin. Her clit grew out from its hood. It was glowing with fervid pleasure as she began to move her pelvis around. Her movements were immediately appreciated by her cousin.
"Wow! Annie... jeez!" He grunted like a happy pig and feasted on one of her breasts.
They were fucking! She knew that her father would die if he knew. But now that her cousin's cock was inside her, Annie could only think of the itchy pleasure that flooded her senses. Incest. She was doing it, fucking her very own cousin. And it felt so damned good!
"Annie honey, you're so small and sweet!" Jerry had her dancing bottom in his hands as he plunged furiously into her hot, tight pussy. She was hurting but it was easy to ignore the pain.
"Jerry, ohhhh yesss right there. When you're so deep like that I can feel it! It's huge! And it's throbbing! Ohhh Jerry darling!" She kissed him sloppily, her tongue loose against his. He writhed around on top of her, crushing the air from her lungs.
The big Lincoln bounced as they worked their hips. Annie was learning how to move her body, learning what kind of friction felt best. Sometimes she didn't want to rub very hard at all. Sometimes she couldn't rub enough. Like now! The tickling pleasure had gotten very intense. The harder she scratched that glowing spot around her clit, the more it tingled. She spread her young thighs wide and pumped her ass up and down, wallowing the delicate pink folds of her open pussy against the hilt of Jerry's prick.
"Wow Annie. Oh sonofabitch it's good!"
"Mmmmm, hold me tight Jerry. I feel like I'm falling. Ohhh shit, I'm itching all over. And my nipples are about to explode." As if to help her, Jerry mouthed one breast roughly. That seemed all she needed to set her climax going. The waves of pleasure scorched across her belly and up her thighs. Her tits heaved as she struggled to get more air. Her slender body was winding around like that of a snake. She hadn't thought she could move like she was moving. But as her climax burst up through her pussy, she knew it was easy.
"Yaaaahhhh, Jerreeee!"
He held her tight as she convulsed, her head flopping, her eyes rolled back in her head. Annie knew that she was in heaven. It really didn't matter who it was with his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. It was a male and that was the important thing. And this male, her cousin Jerry, knew more about sex than she'd thought. He was doing things to her smoldering little pussy that caused her to babble and squirm and go half crazy with the pleasure. Her back arched, then humped down into the car seat, as she stoked the slick surfaces of her vulva against the thick, hard shaft that speared in and out of her.
"Whhhuuuhhh! Jerry darling..." She'd never experienced anything so intense. And then a shudder ran through her as the last explosion melted away. Now she was aware of something else.
Jerry had gotten rigid and was holding his breath. He jerked his cock out of her clasping cunt and lifted himself slightly on knees and elbows.
"I held it as long as I could," he groaned. "I knew I couldn't come inside you... Uhhhh! Ohhhh shit!"
As Annie looked down between their bodies the car dash lights illuminated the dark and swollen head of her cousin's cock. And then a spurt of white flashed from the tip and spattered up along her belly and breasts. It was hot and smelled sharply of something she couldn't quite identify. The stuff came again, harder this time, hotter. It boiled out in stringy gobs as she finally got her hands around him and began to rub the skin around in the stiff shaft. That seemed to make Jerry feel better. He sighed with relief as she masturbated him. The curds were flooding out thickly now, making a puddle in her navel. She milked the throbbing rod, not caring that the sticky, slimy stuff was gooey between her fingers, dripping down her wrists.
Jerry had been thoughtful enough not to shoot his jizm inside her. And she could dig making it good for him. Oh had he ever made it good for her! "Darling," she cooed. "Come on my belly Jerry, just keep coming." And he did. It seemed like the hot cream would never stop pumping out of his body. And every movement of her fingers seemed to bring more. Until at last Jerry heaved a heavy sigh of satisfaction and let his body fall against hers again. She could feel the cum between their bellies. It was dripping down her sides, getting all over everything. Annie didn't care one bit.
"I guess you'd better take me home now," she said after a while. Jerry kissed the side of her face.
"You know it would sure be neat to do it inside you." He petted the sides of her face and Annie smiled up at him. She liked Jerry, liked him a lot more than she ever had before. Even knowing that he was her cousin, knowing that they'd done something terribly sinful, she felt the warmth flow from her body to his. She hugged him and whimpered happily.
"It would be nice." She blinked her eyes. "To let you do it inside me."
"Maybe I could go to the drugstore and get something to use next time."
"Next time?" she sighed coyly.
"Don't you want to do this again?" Jerry asked with surprise. Annie waited for a moment before she nodded her head slowly.
"Yes. I guess I really do."
"We'll just have to be careful. So no one will find out." Jerry wiggled his wilting cock against her cummy belly. "It would be the end if your da..."
"Sshhhh," she said, putting her finger over his lips. "It makes me a little sick just to think of that happening."
"Annie. I think I'm in love with you."
Annie hugged him harder and kissed his face. She wasn't sure whether she could go so far as to say she was in love with her cousin. But she sure wanted to be with him again. She wanted to be with him naked, their bodies wiggling in rutting joy. It was the most glorious thing she'd ever done. But her thoughts were of Gil then, wondering what he'd say if he knew that she'd given her cherry to her cousin. To let Gil find out might be every bit as bad as telling her dad.
"You really had better take me home, Jerry," she said, easing him off of her. She had a slight headache from the brandy she'd drunk. But as soon as she found that flask and had another swallow, the headache was gone and she felt warm all over again. She didn't want to sober up just yet. There were too many guilty feelings waiting to jump out at her. She wanted to keep that same glowing sensation, the tingling of her breasts, the well-fucked feeling between her cum-coated thighs.
"I hope we didn't get too much cum on Dad's car seat." Jerry had the Lincoln running now. Annie was still mopping the sticky semen from her belly while her cousin watched. "You know you've got the finest stomach I ever saw on a girl."
"How many bellies of the opposite sex have you seen?" she teased.
Jerry reddened, "Just yours."
Annie laughed. By the time Jerry had the car out on the highway again he was laughing too.
Chapter Six
It took every ploy she could think of to talk her father into letting her go with her Uncle Wade. But at last he had given his approval. It was true what she'd said about her expertise when it came to judging antique china. And Brenda didn't find it too difficult to convince her father she knew more about the subject than Wade. But she felt that her dad suspected something. Unless it was her own guilty conscious playing tricks on her. At last she pleaded that she needed a vacation. She spent all her spare time in the shop. She wanted a chance to see some places other than her hometown. Father had relented at last. Though Brenda had the feeling that he wasn't all that hot on his daughter and his brother going off together. She was careful the next few days. Careful that she didn't give him any reason whatsoever to be suspicious.
Wade didn't help much. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. Whenever she found herself in the shop with him alone she had to fight to keep her head clear. He could make her giddy with just a kiss, a touch, a rub of his hips against hers. And then she'd find her arms around him, her mouth turned up eagerly for his hot, hungry kisses.
On the day they were to leave Wade seemed especially amorous. He lured her into the back of the shop once and got his hand under her dress. Though Brenda tried to keep things half way cool, her defenses shattered when Wade hooked his fingers under the nylon band of her panties and began to fingerfuck her with agonizing slowness. She was leaning against the wall, legs stretched apart as she let him slide in and out of her with his middle finger and her juices dripped hotly to the floor. It was the jangle of the front door that brought her out of her dazed sexual fantasy. Her father stood at the counter when she managed to stumble out.
"You seen Wade?" he asked, looking at her directly. She felt scalded by his eyes and was sure she was blushing violently.
"No I haven t," she said loudly, hoping her uncle would hear and keep low.
"What were you doing back there?" her father asked.
"Oh I like to try on those old dresses sometimes," she said, giving a reason for her embarrassment. "I've never told anybody before."
"You put on those old dresses?"
"It's alright, isn't it father? I don't hurt them at all."
"I guess so. Just seems a little odd." He walked close to her. Brenda prayed that he wouldn't get a whiff of her musky scent. She was all heated up from the gentle friction of Wade's finger in her pussy. But her father didn't seem to pick up her aroma. "I wish you'd go back to wearing your hair in a bun," he commented.
"I've gotten to like it like this," she said.
"Yes, I know. And you've taken to wearing dresses." His face showed his disapproval. Brenda pretended to be puttering with a jewelry case until he drifted out of the shop. Wade came out of the back room and slipped an arm around her waist, bending her over the counter.
"Oh Wade, that was too close. I'm going to lose my composure one of these days."
"Honey, nothing can keep us apart." His hands were busy under the back of her dress. She moaned as he petted the soaked band of her panties and then stretched it to one side. She heard his zipper open. She felt the hot, firm head of his cock pushing against her feverish lips. She panted, leaning her big breasts on the counter.
"Ohhhhhh not like thisssss! Wade, what if a customer comes in?"
"It's pretty early for a customer." His cock nudged harder. She couldn't keep her ass from wiggling back and forth a little. The position was so new to her. Bent over at the waist like that, her feet barely touching the floor. But Wade liked it. He nudged forward again and there was a wet sound as her labia parted around the streamlined barb.
"Christ, you're the hottest girl I've ever had the pleasure to put my cock in," he teased.
"... hot," Brenda sighed, her eyes half closed with the excitement of feeling him getting into her from behind. Wade was so inventive! She was helpless to resist his passionate lovemaking.
"Yeah, really hot and juicy. Cause you're so young I guess."
"Uhhhh, Wade, it feels so big doing it like this."
Wade worked his hips gingerly and more of her folds slipped out around his glans. When he pulled back slowly there was the sound of pink cuntflesh sucking at the smooth surface of his cock. Brenda grunted with pleasure and leaned her face down against the glass counter. Her toes were off the floor now, swinging gently as Wade jabbed in a little deeper, deeper, deeper.
"Yuuuhhh, whhaaah," she groaned, drooling down her chin. The tingling feeling had started already. She was being rubbed so nicely against the edge of the counter top. Her clit was being pressed as her uncle's weight forced her down. And his cock throbbed each time he penetrated her another inch.
"Baby, ohhhh baby!"
"Wade, you're not wearing a rubber."
"And it sure feels great. Honey, your insides are like angel wings. Your pussy is as soft as..."
"Wade, stop! Ohhh darling, I'm so hot I could come right now. And if I get that excited, I'd let you make a baby inside me. I just can't think straight when I start coming."
"Let's make a baby," he laughed, probing deeper with his feverish cocktip.
"God nhhhoooo!" She tried to pull herself forward but she was pressed firmly against the counter. Her uncle had her good. And his cock was sliding so deep now that she felt the rounded shape of his glans pressing against her womb. The shooting thrills were acute. She felt more juice slipping from between her crevice. And her panty crotch was rubbing against the side of her uncle's cock every time he fucked her. Brenda hadn't guessed that getting it with her panties still on could be so tantalizing.
The front door jangled as someone came into the shop. Brenda pushed herself up from the counter and found the floor with her feet. Her uncle acted like he didn't want to pull his big prick out of her body but he had to. She jerked her dress down in back and tried to compose her face. Then she focused on who it was.
"Oh, Annie, it's you."
Annie seemed to sense something. But she didn't say it if she had suspicions. She just gave Brenda a smile and pranced by them. Wade let out a pent-up breath and looked at Brenda knowingly.
"I guess that was a little close," he whispered.
"Oh you. I wish I could resist you. You probably think I'm easy."
"Well, aren't you?"
"When I'm in your arms I am." She stood on tiptoes to brush his lips and then started for the door. "I've got to go home and get some of my things together. It's going to be fun, isn't it Wade?"
"It sure is honey." He winked. "It sure as hell is."
Annie heard the front door as her older sister left the shop. She had been shivering with excitement since the moment she'd interrupted the little love scene. But her eyes hadn't mistaken the details. Her Uncle Wade had really been doing something naughty to Brenda! Brenda had been bent over the edge of the counter with her dress up in back. Annie had seen that for sure! What Wade had been doing back there she wasn't sure of. But she'd seen him zipping his fly up. And there'd been a heavy scent of sex in the air when she'd walked by them. Her pussy tingled more as she thought of Wade actually fooling around with his niece.
She was intrigued. Especially after going all the way with her own first cousin. Annie wondered how big her uncle's cock was. She blushed for having such thoughts. But the images persisted. She could almost imagine how it might look jutting out of his fly, rubbing against the inner slickness of her big sister's cunt. No wonder Brenda had been so insistent on going with Wade to search out more antiques for the shop. Annie was sure that the two of them would probably spend more time in a motel bed than finding furniture bargains. And if father ever found out it would be murder.
"God, I'll bet he knows how to do it," Annie breathed, thinking again of her uncle's muscular body. He was really a well-built, good-looking man. And so much more mature than anyone she'd had experience with. Annie couldn't help wonder if she could catch Wade's eye herself.
She pawed through the rack of old dresses, searching for something special. She found it. A flapper dress with lots of fringe. The previous owner must have been a small woman, even a girl like herself. She kicked off her shoes and did a little charleston, happy with the way the fringe flew around. Her brown eyes sparkled as she waltzed into the front part of the store and saw her uncle turn.
"I'll bet that dress never looked better," he said.
"Like me?" She moved closer, letting her uncle have a smell of the perfume she'd dabbed on that morning. Wade seemed appreciative. He pushed his fingers through his curly hair and grinned as she did her little dance in front of him. Then she grabbed his hand. "Come on and dance with me."
Wade put a record on the antique victrola and then swept Annie into his strong arms. It was a slow, old fashioned number and she concentrated on following his every move. His fingers tightened at the small of her back. She knew he could feel the young lines of her body through the dress. She pressed her cheek against his chest.
"You've grown up a lot in the past few months," Wade said.
"Mmmmm," Annie agreed, not opening her eyes. She loved the way her small breasts mashed against her uncle's chest. He was big and strong and sure of his movements. She felt her excitement quicken as they swung around. Her thigh brushed between his legs and Annie was sure she'd felt the hard shape of his cock touch her. Her skin glowed. She was breathing a little faster. Wade's fingers petted a little lower on her narrow back. He was getting close to where her ass crack began.
"Oh Wade, it's fun to dance with you." She tilted her face up. It wasn't exactly an invitation for a kiss, but it wasn't as if she was trying to avoid one either. Wade picked up her gesture and let his lips brush across her cheek. Then their lips clung teasingly for a moment. Annie moaned under her breath but when she stretched up to really get kissed, Wade pulled back.
"Now I'd really be a fool to start something with you, wouldn't I?"
"You don't like me?" Annie stormed, stiffening in his embrace. She felt as if she'd been slapped in the face.
"I didn't say I didn't like you. I said I'd be a damned fool..."
"Well, you're a fool about Brenda. What makes her so special?"
"There's nothing going on between Brenda and me," Wade protested.
Annie pulled herself out of his arms. "Like hell. You don't think I can see? You two were absolutely pornographic when I saw you a few minutes ago." Wade drew her close again. This time his lips wet her earlobe.
"Now just calm down baby. It'd be better if you forgot what you saw."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Annie pouted.
"Maybe I could make you forget," Wade said, kissing her chin. Then his lips opened against hers and she moaned at the sudden fever of the kiss. It was the most carnal, the most ravenous kiss she'd ever had from a male. She went limp in Wade's arms as he stroked her shivering bottom. His fingers widened her plump cleavage and then he was petting her hot little rectum. Even through the layers of her clothing it made hot thrills shoot through her. She'd never been touched quite like that before.
"Uhhhh, Wade! Ohhhhh God!"
"You crazy little cunt," he said, pulling her forward so that she could feel the lump of his cock against her tummy. "You'd just love to stir up some trouble, wouldn't you?"
"Nhhoo, I don't want to do that." She rubbed her small tits against him. "I've forgotten about you and Brenda already."
"Well, maybe I'd better make sure you won't remember again," he breathed, feasting at her mouth again. He did it so teasingly that Annie yearned upwards in his embrace, her soft, young mouth searching for his tongue. Wade gave it to her, gave it to her as deep as he could shove it between her teeth. She moaned, sucked tightly around it as she licked it passionately.
By now Wade's fingers were under the flapper dress, smoothing the flesh-warm nylon that clung tightly to each firm cheek. She whimpered, squirming excitedly as he touched her damp pubes. The nylon slipped up between her cunt and she let out a breath and felt her knees go.
"... feel so funny," she sighed, enjoying every second of her uncle's attention.
Wade took her to the big, brass bed. Then he went to lock the front door and jerk down the shades. Annie watched him with her heart in her throat. Now that the moment of truth had arrived, she was a little nervous. She wasn't fooling with a boy anymore. This wasn't Gil or Jerry. This was a man, with man's desires. Her uncle.
He came back to the bed and looked down at her. She was sitting, legs drawn up. Her uncle undid his pants and let them fall. Then he eased his shads down as if to tease her. Annie stared until the stiff cock shaft bobbed up free. Then she put a hand to her mouth and gave a cry of fear.
"Oh God!"
The tip was swollen with blood and very dark. A dark blue. Glossy with the juices from Brenda's pussy. Wade jacked it slowly as he stepped toward her.
"Wade... It's so big. Maybe I don't want to..." He jerked the dress from her body.
"I wouldn't want you remembering about Brenda and me. Could start a lot of trouble if you did." Now his fingers caught the elastic of her panties. He skinned them down quickly.
"Oh, I wouldn't ever tell, really I wouldn't." Annie clapped a hand across her pubes.
"Come'ere." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down across the bed. She squealed and kicked but her uncle pinned her easily, his thighs wedging between her long, coltish legs. She threw her head from side to side. Wade waited until she stopped and then kissed her so hard it sucked the breath from her lungs.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned weakly as he massaged the wet inner surfaces of her crevice. Her clit came under his fingertip and Annie bit her lip and writhed, trying to resist the devastating pleasure and knowing she couldn't.
"Touch me now," her uncle ordered.
"No!"
"I said to touch me!" His voice meant business. Annie put a hand down her belly and then reached further. A few inches away from her navel her uncle's cock was pulsing. She circled her fingers around it and squeezed. The head surged, with blood and she felt the heavy, insistent pulse of his sexuality. She squeezed again and a drop of lubrication oozed from the orifice at the tip.
"Ohhhh yeah Annie, now you got it." He pumped his hips and she felt the rush of blood again. Felt his stiff prick slide through her clasping fingers.
"If my father comes and finds us like this."
"He's out looking for me at my apartment," Wade said. "He doesn't think I'm here."
"Wade? Are you going to... to..."
"Fuck you? Yes Annie. I'm going to slip my cock into your hot little pussy and make sure you won't slip and tell somebody about me and Brenda."
"But I already told you I wouldn't," she squealed. Too late. Her uncle slipped his pricktip down across the furred bump of her mound. It went into the dripping folds so easily that Annie let out a sigh of pleasure as he stoked the swollen glans against her clit. Up and down he massaged the bead of her pleasure until at last she was trembling with the same rutting hunger that he felt.
"You won't hurt me, will you?"
"No honey, I'm not going to hurt you." His cock brushed down the length of her crack again, making her juices crackle around it. She was panting, moving her hips ever so slightly. It was impossible to stay still. The heat, the smoothness of that pounding knob drove her half wild with wanting it. She imagined it going into every orifice of her body. Imagined it bumping the roof of her mouth as her tongue flicked the underside.
"Squirm those slim little hips of yours," her uncle said, "it'll make it fit inside you easier."
"Ohhhh God, I'm scared." But she wiggled her hips like her uncle had said. Rocking them from side to side as he pushed the cock hard against her hole. The muscles eased back, tightly clinging to the velvet knob as Wade jerked forward. The stretching of her opening began to be painful. But the dull ache wasn't anything compared to the sensation of being fucked by something so glorious as Wade's hot prick!
"Wow! Ohhh wow! It's huge! This must be what it's like to have a baby."
"Honey," he groaned, obviously excited by the extremely tight clasp of her immature cunt. He grunted with pleasure as he forced in another inch and then another.
"Nnnnnnuuuh," she sighed, long lashes fluttering. Her fingers danced across her uncle's back. Her thighs opened and closed as far as Wade's legs would let her. She dug a heel up his calf as her pussy was stretched more. He was penetrating her!
It was lovely getting stabbed with a monstrous cock.
Only then did Annie realize that there was a mirror nearby. It was the top part of an old dresser and tilted at exactly the right angle so that she could see herself getting fucked on the big brass bed. A rush of excitement made her shudder. It was fantastic! The way her uncle's cock glistened when he eased it out of her hot little cunt hole. And the bulge of his ass muscles when he forced it deep into her belly again! She could see her tits heaving up and down. She could see the pink nipples all stuck out with excitement. And she watched lustfully as Wade fit his mouth around one of the tangerine-sized orbs and began to suck it hungrily.
The in-and-out movement of his cock shaft was forcing the delicate tissues around her hole to go in a little too. The glossy pink petals had grown darker with the fresh blood that was being pumped into her cuntflesh. Her juices were flowing harder than ever before. And as Annie watched their reflection in the mirror she began to move her trim ass in rhythm to the steady fucking her uncle was giving her.
The bed creaked. Annie spread her young thighs wider. She knew she was giving her uncle everything now. She didn't care, couldn't worry. That thick shape that stretched her velvet-slick cunt was rubbing her into an ecstatic fury. She groaned and nipped at his chin when he tried to kiss her. She dug at his back with her fingernails. The breath came from her lungs in wild gasps as she lunged her pelvis upwards to meet the power of Wade's thrusts.
"Honey baby," Wade breathed, obviously excited by the feel of her small, firm body under him. And Annie was more aware of her size too. She felt completely overpowered. She felt so weak and young under her uncle's heaving belly. His broad chest. His hungry mouth drew at her breath and his hands dug deep into the white flesh of her ass.
"Uncle W-a-a-a-d-e," she groaned, letting him kiss her ear until the excitement was so intense she had to wiggle all over.
"Better slow down," Wade warned. Annie froze instantly. She knew from the sound of his voice that he was getting very worked up. And that huge prick could probably pump millions of sperm into her poor little cunt.
"Oh Wade, you won't come inside me, will you?"
"Not if you're willing to forget what you saw a little while ago."
"You mean you and Brenda. How many times do I have to promise before you'll believe me?"
"Just one more time," he grinned, moving his cock deeper, dragging it back. The head of it pulsed like a bomb about to explode. And if it did, Annie knew what those spurts of cream would do to her belly.
"I promise, Uncle Wade. I'll never say a word to anyone. Ever." Her eyelashes fluttered again. "Ohhh I'm so close to coming I think I'm going to lose my mind."
Wade eased his cock out of her then and kissed his way down between her heaving tits. He kissed her belly and her navel, letting his tongue lick deep into the shallow spot. Then his tongue was hungrily lapping at the bulging folds of her pussy. Annie squealed with lust and felt herself slipping quickly over the line. Her climax pounded through her loins like a tom-tom. Her trim ass bobbed and bucked on the old mattress as her uncle let her feel his teeth, his chin, his wildly flicking tongue.
"Whhhooohhh, Uncle Wade, you're killing me!" She thrust her open mound up and down against his mouth. Her nipples burned. She leaned up to pull his head down into the crevice of her thighs as her back arched and humped. She came. She came hard and savagely, the juice running from her pussy in glossy lines that scorched her ass. Her uncle's spit was mingled with her cum to make her feel mushy and soaked. It was a wonderful feeling. She couldn't rub her pussy against his mouth quite enough. But what she rubbed was plenty to send her shivering into thrill after thrill as the climax made her convulse with its power.
As her climax made her change into an animal, Annie didn't know what she was doing. She could feel her uncle's hands, digging into her adolescent flesh. She could feel his mouth devouring her exquisite gentleness. And she knew that her own body was like a live nerve. Her senses were filled with pleasure. She squealed with it, writhing like a serpent atop the antique bed. Then she was limp, panting. Uncle Wade had slipped up beside her and was watching her face with interest.
"You're every bit as nice to play with as your big sis," he said, grinning broadly.
"What are you two going to do while you're away? I know Brenda talked Daddy into letting her go with you."
"Brenda needs to get away," Wade said seriously. "She's been tied to her parents' apron strings too long." He smiled again. "She needs a little male attention too."
"Oh Wade, you make me shiver all over when you talk like that. If what you just did to me is male attention I..." Annie shivered and pushed her hands down over her raw, swollen cunt. "... I feel crazy. Your mouth was..." Again she could only let her lashes flutter in expression of the emotion she was experiencing. Wade kissed her forehead.
"Mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Considering how personal we've already gotten I guess it won't matter."
"Who, was the lucky guy? The first guy who got it."
"Got what?"
"Your sweet little cherry. I noticed while I was eating you that you're missing it. And you're not very old baby."
Annie blushed and shook her head. "That's my secret."
"He was one lucky bastard," Wade continued. "Hope he appreciates you."
"What if Daddy finds out about you and Brenda?" Annie said quickly, changing the subject. She couldn't tell her uncle that she'd already committed incest. Not after he'd just had carnal knowledge of her body which was probably just about as bad as the going-all-the-way sort of incest with her cousin Jerry. But Wade might get the idea that she was sonic kind of nymphomaniac or something. Annie wondered if maybe she was becoming such a creature. All she thought about lately was when she could find a way to squeeze in more sex. "Well, what if he does find out?" Annie got up and straightened her clothes.
"I guess I'll have to high-tail it for other parts."
"Would you take Brenda with you?" Annie felt slightly jealous of her big sister. She wanted Wade to be as attracted to her as he was to Brenda.
"I guess I'd have to. I know my brother only too well. He'd make living mighty hard for her if I left her here."
Annie had been glancing at her uncle's big cock. He still hadn't put it back in his pants and it was throbbing as hard as ever. It was the biggest one she'd ever seen! It scared her to think of it going into her body. But Wade had made it fit alright. And it had rubbed her so fantastically! She licked her lips unconsciously as she watched the dark purple head throbbing.
"I cum it won't get any smaller now will it?"
"What it wanted was to come inside your tight little quim," Wade smiled. "But I couldn't do tint, could I?"
Annie shuddered. "No! Then you'd have to take me away."
Wade was sitting on the edge of the bed. He seemed thoughtful. Annie was wondering what it would be like traveling around the state with him in his truck. She tingled just to imagine it. The new places, the new towns. And Wade. At night they'd get a motel and Wade would do more fantastic things to her young, yearning body. The more she thought about it, the more Annie wished it was her going with him instead of Brenda.
What could she do to make him want her more than Brenda? Annie trembled again and looked at his enormous cock. She was wondering what Wade would do if she leaned forward and kissed him there. She was just trying to muster up her courage when he stood and crammed his prick into his pants.
"You look hungry," he said matter-of-factly. "Want me to bring you a hamburger or something?"
"Yeah sure," Annie sighed. "A hamburger would be fine."
She watched him go out the door, her cunt tingling from being stretched by his magnificent cock. Annie was beginning to understand why Wade made her all buttery and weak inside. He was one of those kind of men. He had something that made her crazy. And she knew that sooner or later she was going to become a fool for him. The image in her mind was a carnal one. She could see her hot, young mouth fitting around that bulb of tender prickflesh. She could imagine herself sucking on that smooth, rounded crown, spit running down, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, rubbing her well-fucked cunt.
Chapter Seven
Brenda was beside herself with excitement. She hadn't overdressed because she knew that her father would be watching her. But inside she was warm and eager to be away from his influence. And under her baggy plaid shirt she had on a sexy halter top. Beneath her loose-fitting jeans was a pair of powder blue shorts that fit her sinfully tight.
Annie seemed a little glum when Brenda hugged her and said goodbye.
"You won't mind watching the shop for me will you Annie?"
"Course not. Have a good time." Annie gave Wade a funny look and Brenda saw him wink at her. But she didn't have time to fret about that. Her father came out and made a big fuss about her leaving. He wanted her to phone him every night so he'd know where they were. Wade pretended not to be irritated by this prudish demand. As soon as they were away, he grabbed her thigh and squeezed merrily.
"Maybe I oughta call him up and tell him how far my cock is inside you every night."
"That's awful, Wade." But his words made Brenda shiver. Yes, it wouldn't be long. Wouldn't be long until her thighs were opening for that heavy, hot cock that grew from her uncle's body. She could almost feel it wedging between her slick, feverish cuntlips.
At noon they got to their first stop. Wade talked to a few dealers in the town of Ashbury and then drove out of town to a place in the country. It was an estate owned by a pretty widow who met them at the door. She introduced her two nephews, identical twins in their teens who didn't attempt to hide their appreciation of Brenda's body. By now she'd shucked off her shirt and jeans and was clad in just the skimpy halter top and the blue shorts. Her long blond hair tumbled luxuriously over her shoulders. She was looking her best and the boys seemed to know this instinctively. They eyed her uncle with obvious suspicion. Their aunt, whose name was Lydia, made them return to their chores.
"I have a barnful of old goodies for you this time, Wade," Lydia said. "And I want you both to stay with us tonight. I won't take no for an answer."
Brenda was given a room upstairs, much to her disappointment. She'd been hoping for a nice private motel. A place where Wade could take her on more sex-trips, could teach her things about her body she still hadn't learned. It was disappointing too to see that Wade had been given a room at the opposite end of the hall from hers. A room very close to Lydia's room. At once Brenda began to wonder if Lydia and Wade had something going.
Lydia certainly seemed familiar with Wade. Her dark eyes sparkled whenever she looked at him. She had black shiny hair that was almost as long as Brenda's. And her body was very voluptuous. Her breasts large and soft looking. Brenda was feeling like the awkward little girl again. Just when she'd begun to gather a little confidence. Just when her uncle had been about to turn her into a real woman.
At supper that evening things seemed a little strained. The twins, Jed and Jack made Brenda's skin glow. They had dark brown eyes like their mother and knew how to use them on a girl. Their curly brown heads were turning her way often during the meal and Brenda was surprised that their aunt didn't notice how obvious her nephews were in their adoration. But maybe she had noticed. There was something strange going on, Brenda felt. It wasn't until after supper that she found out just exactly what.
Lydia had put on some music in the front room and opened the liquor cabinet. Wade had taken a few minutes to slip out to the big barn where Lydia stored the antiques she gathered. While Brenda was alone in the room, Jed and Jack came in. Jed immediately asked her to dance and she shrugged and agreed. But Jack was on them immediately, cutting in, pulling Brenda against him.
"How old are you?" she asked, surprised by his boldness. Jack told her that he and his brother were both eighteen. They'd been living with their aunt for five years. "I imagine you both are quite close to her," Brenda added. The look she got from Jack made her feel very strange. It said that Jack and Jed were more than just close to their aunt. But then Brenda scolded herself for jumping to conclusions. Her imagination was too heated up from thinking about Wade.
Wade came back and Lydia presented herself, coming down the stairs in a silky red dress that reached to her ankles. Wade danced with her and though Brenda knew that he did have to talk business and all, she was miffed. She didn't have time to stay miffed for very long. Jed kept bringing her drinks... or was it Jack? Both of them were pressing her, complimenting her, taking her breath away. They were very young and eager to please. And their good looks and laughing eyes eased her mind quickly. Brenda decided to go along with the evening. After all, she was away from her father. And she was having a good time too.
"Wanta see the blue room?" Jack asked. She'd finally found a way to distinguish between the two.
"What's in the blue room?"
"Aunt Lydia fixed it all up. It's supposed to be the bedroom of a countess." Jack shrugged. "Somebody famous I guess. It's neat."
Since Wade seemed occupied with Lydia, Brenda nodded yes to the young man's offer. Her uncle was looking at a piece of furniture in the dining room, Lydia hovering near. Brenda saw the woman touch his shoulder with her long nails. She felt the angry heat of jealousy rise within her but tried to shake it away. She was a guest here tonight. She couldn't go making a scene.
As Brenda followed Jack upstairs, she noticed that he was taking the bottle of scotch along. Brenda already felt a little loaded from the few drinks she'd had. They went down a long hall toward the room Lydia had assigned her. The next door to it opened with a key Jack pulled from his pocket.
The shaded glow from a table lamp illuminated the room. Brenda felt as if she'd just walked into a roped-off area of a museum. A canopy bed with long curtains, priceless furniture and a thick, antique carpet heightened the effect. There was something very sensual about the decor. Brenda felt it immediately. It made her sexy just to stand there. Jack took a swig from the scotch and held it out to her. She was about to shake her head but took the bottle anyway. It felt warm going down her throat.
"Lydia sleeps here sometimes," Jack said. "Sometimes Jed and I stay with her."
If the words had been intended to shock Brenda, they worked just fine. She drank more scotch and handed the bottle back. Jack couldn't get her to meet his eyes.
"My aunt is quite a woman," Jack added. He was a little drunk. "She's taught me everything I know."
"And Jed too?"
"Oh sure. We work as a team." Jack was very close to her. When his hand eased around Brenda's waist, she wanted to pull away. But she felt like showing this little upstart that she wasn't swept away by all his bragging. He was probably lying anyway. Brenda let him nuzzle her. It felt good to her too. She wasn't even aware that Jack's twin brother had slipped into the room until she heard the door close.
"What...?" The boys were upon her like wolves. She was being sandwiched between them, hugged by them, kissed by them. While Jed worked his teeth into the nape of her neck, Jack was nuzzling the top of one breast with his mouth. She whimpered weakly, trying to struggle against the voluptuous feelings. But they knew exactly how to get to a girl, and how to do it quick!
But who did they think they were? What an impudent pair they were! Brenda grabbed Jed's wrist as he petted the lower part of her belly. Jack was feeling of her ass and she caught his wrist too. But that left two more hands and the twins weren't wasting any time.
"Stop... ohhh, you two are awful! What would your aunt say if she knew?" The laughter which answered her made Brenda realize she'd asked the wrong question. And Jed was wasting no time getting the zipper of her shorts loose. She twisted wildly, trying to extricate herself from their warm, masculine squeeze. A warm, eager palm slid inside her shorts then, petting down over her bare belly to the skimpy red panties she'd put on that morning. The panties she'd chosen to present herself to her uncle. And now a strange boy's fingers were digging at the dainty crotchband, pushing the damp silk up into her crevice.
"Nhhhooo!" she gasped, feeling the panic like a knife.
"Get her on the bed," Jack breathed to his brother. Jed pushed her toward the ornate, canopied antique while Jack bent her arms up behind her back. They bent her over the edge of the mattress and Brenda felt her shorts being skinned down. She took a lungful of air to scream but Jack shoved her face down in the covers. Jed was kissing the white flesh of her bottom as he eased her panties down inch by teasing inch.
"It won't do any good to yell," Jack told her.
"Anyway, you're gonna enjoy this."
"How can a girl enjoy rape?" Brenda hissed, twisting furiously. Her panties were halfway down her thighs now as she was rolled over. Jed had gotten himself undressed, somehow and the sight of his tan, naked body made Brenda gasp. He held her now as Jack shed his clothes. They smelled of soap and peppermint and scotch. They were like well-practiced athletes as they continued their attack.
Jed held her ankles, forced her legs apart. She was groaning and crying, her ass perched on the edge of the bed. Jack knelt on the floor, his head between her thighs. His tongue went into her like a soft, wet knife. She arched her back and fought for breath.
"Ohhhh God, what are you doing to me? For God's sak..."
"Mmm, she smells great," Jed whispered, licking her ankle. "Can't we both do it to her at the same time?"
Jack eased his glossy chin out of Brenda's cunt and looked up along her heaving belly. "Yeah. That'd be nice wouldn't it?"
Brenda could hardly believe what was happening. She was a little drunk. And the twins had caught her at a weak moment, when she'd been anticipating a night of love with Uncle Wade. But she found herself in a most compromising situation. With not much energy left for escape. Not with that young man's mouth ravaging her hungry cunt!
"Want to do a movie?" Jed asked. Jack nodded agreement.
"Sun, she could see it later and really get off."
"Now wait," Brenda moaned, her blond hair flying as she pushed herself up.
"Aw, you'll like it," Jack laughed, wrestling her up onto the middle of the bed. She saw Jed flick a switch hidden behind a curtain. A whining sound told her that every squirming moment was now being recorded on film. Cleverly disguised photo lamps brightened the area where the three of them struggled.
"What kind of place is this?" she squealed, on her hands and knees as she tried to crawl to the edge of the mattress. Jack mounted her from behind as Jed caught her wrists and squirmed his hips down under her face. His cock was youthfully firm and very nicely formed. Brenda turned her face but his throbbing erection brushed her cheek warmly and Jed groaned out what he wanted.
"Nnhhooo! This is awful! Ohhh Jack, let me go!" Jack's cock was rubbing up the crack of her ass. Then he pushed it down her crevice. Her slit was very wet, very slick. The juice quickly coated the feverish head of the boy's cock and now it made a squishy sound as he rubbed her clit with it.
Brenda had been transported into a weird, sexy dream. She wanted to resist, to make them both leave her alone. But now lack was rubbing her belly with his fingers as he pressed his cock deeper between the hot lips of her pussy. And though she was resisting him, Jed had taken her head in his hands and was making her touch the underside of his cock with her lips. It smelled musky and hot. It was so firm, so packed with blood. The glans bulged with a rhythm all its own as he wiggled it up against her again. She wanted him to do this awful thing. Right there before the hidden camera! Brenda could hardly get her breath. Her big tits hung down against the boy's thighs. His fingers kept urging her to open her jaws. She was giddy with the sensations that throbbed her loins. Jack was starting to enter her. Like a horse or a dog might do it. He was fucking his ass under with quick, sharp jerks. And each time he rammed, he pulled her curvy hips back with both hands. She felt the smooth surfaces parting inside her. She felt her cunt hole open to the streamlined barb of his cock.
"Uhhhhh, stop! You've got to st-st-stop!"
And then Jack rammed hard and a trickle of her sex butter leaked down the inside of her thigh. The slender, young prick had penetrated her almost to the hilt! She was gasping like a crazy person now. And that cock against her mouth was so hot!
"That's it Brenda," Jed said, holding his erection up so she could get her lips around it. "That's good. Uhhhh yeah!"
She couldn't believe it. It was like being in a trance. But the friction, the full feeling of her pussy getting fucked made her want her mouth to be around a cock too. She'd never realized that she had such instincts. She knew it now as the throbbing glans of Jed's prick pressed between her teeth then up into the roof of her mouth. Her tongue danced nervously along the tender lobes. Jed grunted with pleasure. Behind her, Jack's hips raged and she felt the deep stab of his cock again. More juice spilled from the edges of her hole.
The shock she knew she should have been feeling wasn't nearly so intense as her excitement. The boys were so exuberant and youthful. Jed's cock actually tasted like ambrosia. Maybe it was because Jack's big prick was stirring her insides wildly, making her skin flush with thrilling tingles. And as she let Jed push her head up and down over his crotch, she just let go, let all her resistance fade. The juicy sound of her getting fucked while she sucked Jed was enough to push her throbbing clit over the sharp edge of no return.
"Yyyyuummm," she groaned, hardly believing that she was going to come already. But then her insides tightened around the prodding, pushing shape of that young man's cock. He felt it tighten and let out a grunt of pleasure. She squirmed around, still on her knees and elbows as her mouth worked wetly around the feverish erection that Jed had pushed into her mouth.
There was a noise in the hall. The boys froze. Only Brenda kept rolling her hips, kept sucking tonguing the hot, hard shape inside her mouth.
"Let's get the hell out," Jack hissed, "it's probably Lydia looking for us."
Before she knew what was happening, the twins were grabbing the clothes they'd thrown to the floor and heading for a door that was partly hidden by a drapery of some sort. Brenda pushed her blond hair out of her eyes and managed to swing her legs off the bed. But she was too shaky to stand. She was achingly near having an orgasm. The sound in the hall had cut everything short. She gazed down at her blond fringed cunt. It was all peeled out from the sudden fucking she'd gotten. The inside of her mouth felt funny too. Like she could almost feel that lovely cock of Jed's still stabbing and rooting along her tongue.
"Those little devils," she gasped, hardly believing it had all happened so fast. "They seduced me without me even knowing it. I never thought anything like that was possible..."
Now there was a soft tap at the door. Brenda asked who it was and when she recognized her uncle's voice, opened it. She was stark naked, but so eager to see him that she hadn't bothered covering herself.
"I thought you might be in here," he said, looking at her without blinking.
"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing without my clothes on?" Wade went over and picked up the red panties she'd picked out to wear for him that night. He put them to his nose and drew in a slow, deep breath.
"So those two little bastards beat me to it, didn't they?"
"Almost..." She blushed, looked at him with apology in her eyes. She didn't know quite what to say. "You mean you know about Jed and Jack?"
"Honey, they've been hauling Lydia's ashes for years. She's trained them like a couple of seals. They know how to do everything there is to do."
"It all happened so fast." Brenda still felt awful about the whole thing. She could hardly believe her uncle wasn't infuriated with her. And she was infuriated with herself for having let herself be so weak. "You're not mad at me?"
Wade came over to her and pulled her naked body against him. "Hell no. I know how those two work. I'll bet they were both going at you, right?" Brenda nodded weakly. "I bet they were putting it in every hole they could find, right?"
"Just about. It was lucky you came up the stairs when you did."
"It's you I was worried about," Wade whispered. "I want you so bad baby."
"Not Lydia?"
"Well, Lydia isn't a bad chick herself. Maybe later we'll all get together."
"You mean an orgy?"
"Hey, let's get in this sexy looking bed," Wade said, pulling her towards it. Brenda forgot everything as he jerked off his clothes and began making love to her. His mouth wet her breasts, his hands smoothed her eager body. And though she'd been shocked at his hint about an orgy, Brenda found herself wondering how, it would be to share the same bed with more than just one man.
"Those twins got you all warmed up for me," Wade whispered, his cock sliding along her swollen, leaky crevice. Her juices spread across the dry skin of his glans as he rubbed it deeper. Then she felt the contracting muscles of her cunt hole opening eagerly to accept the feverish knob.
"Uhhhhh, Uncle Wade! You're so nice and big!"
Wade chuckled, ate at the soft flesh under her ear. His hips pumped forward and Brenda threw her thighs apart and worked her hips in circles, letting his tip skewer her deeply. The itchy tickle was coming back now, coming quick. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, closed her eyes, bit her lip.
"Uhhhhnnnn, Uncle Wade, it feels so good! Ohhhhh and my daddy will never ever know!"
Chapter Eight
"I told you Gil, my father is picking me up after school."
"I really missed you over the weekend. That hayride was a drag not being able to be with you."
Annie lifted her pert nose. "You looked like you were having a good enough time. With Bobbie Ann Smith."
"I wasn't doing anything. It was Bobbie Ann who..."
"I'll bet!" Annie hugged her books tighter and started off down the hall. She could hear Gil coming behind her. She let him see the swing of her ass under the tight dress she was wearing. He came alongside her again and took her arm.
"Hey, don't be mad. I don't care anything about Bobbie Ann."
As they passed a door, Gil opened it and pushed Annie inside. It was the projection room where movies and slides were shown during assemblies. Through the small square openings Annie could see the empty auditorium. There were stacks of films and slides and a couple of big projectors. Gil closed the door behind him and turned.
"If someone finds out we're in in here, we'll be in trouble," Annie protested.
"Nobody'll know." Gil had his arms around her. "Put down your books." Annie did. She was breathing fast. She didn't want to give in to Gil so easy. But she'd been thinking about him a lot. Since Jerry had given her what she'd been dying to get.
And then Uncle Wade had followed up with his big, thick cock. She felt like a girl on the verge of becoming a woman. And she wondered what kind of a lover Gil was going to turn out to be. But they couldn't do any fooling around in here.
"Oh quit it, Gil!" Her books dropped to the floor as she tried to push him back. "Stop trying to feel me up!"
"You're really wanting me to. I know how you are Annie." Gil kissed her neck and a tremble went through her. His hands were under her skirt now, petting the inner softness of her thighs. When she felt him bump her cunt mound she gasped and leaned into Gil's arms. His touch had sent an exquisite explosion of pleasure up through her tummy. She was panting now, moving her hips ever so slightly. Her cunt felt full and warm and squishy as Gil continued to pet the silken band of her panties.
"Ohhhh, I love that! But we can't do anything here, Gil!" She fought to think clearly. "School's almost out and somebody might come and find us."
"Aw please Annie, just grab it can't ya?" He was shoving her hand toward his fly. Annie was shocked to find it gaping open. But he wanted her to put her hand in so bad that finally she did.
"God Gil, I feel funny. If a teacher came in and found us..."
"Relax." He had her hand under his skivvies now. Annie felt the hot, stiff shape of his prick against her palm. Though she was still nervous about the whole thing she couldn't resist closing her fingers around it. It pulsed back, making her fingers move as it pounded like a heart.
"Uhhh, Gil honey, you're so hot."
"Squeeze it good Annie. Jesus..."
"Like this honey?" Annie pushed her finger in between the plump lobes at the underside of the tip, squeezing with the rest of her fingers lower down the shaft. Gil closed his eyes and started breathing funny. She watched him, fascinated as she jacked the skin up and down. Slowly at first then faster. Until her hand was flapping the front of his jeans out. Gil had forgotten all about Annie's boiling little cunt. He slumped back a few steps, banging the wall. Annie stayed with him, her hand sweating now as she grew more excited. It was wild watching the effect of her soft, thin fingers around his erect cock!
"Whhhuuuhh, Annie! Ohhh God damn, it really is nice."
Gil pulled his jeans down further, his skivvies too. Now Annie could see the tangled thatch of his pubic curls and the flat strong belly of her boyfriend. But what was he doing now? He was pushing her shoulders down, making her kneel on the floor before him. She did, looking up wonderingly at his expression. With his rigid cock firmly in her grasp she realized that her mouth was on a level with it. And now Gil was touching the back of her head with his fingers, urging her forward.
"Gil... what..."
"Annie, please do it with your mouth. Please!" His voice was deep and husky. His eyes begged her to put her lips against the smoldering blue knob of his glans. Annie swallowed hard. His cock was throbbing before her eyes. It seemed so strange. Even after having Jerry's hot barb inside her. Even after letting her Uncle Wade ease his overgrown prick into the tight clasp of her adolescent pussy. Fucking was one thing, sucking was something else entirely. She knew that some girls were against it. Gil pulled her head forward again, groaning softly for her to put her lips around him.
"Ohh Gil, I'm afraid."
"Don't be Annie honey. I love you. Don't you love me?"
"Sure I do. But..."
Gil pulled her forward hard and the heat of his glans rubbed her lips. Her spit smeared across the tip, making it glisten. A shiver ran through her young body. She was panting, she was confused. Her fingers still circled the shaft at the base, squeezing tightly as if she could keep it out of her mouth that way. But Gil wanted it so bad. And at last she felt herself weakening. What would it really be like? She could just touch it with her tongue. Just once. That wouldn't hurt.
Annie gave a little moan as she let Gil push his tip against her pursed lips again. He was grunting and thrusting his hips around. Annie licked the underside of the oddly shaped thing. There was a wet sound as Gil pushed the swollen part against her clenched teeth.
"Huuunnn," she moaned, trying to twist away. Gil had her now though. He wasn't going to risk letting her get away. She knew that it must feel very good to him to feel her pouty bottom lip against his tenderest spot. And knowing that had a titillating effect upon her too. She was a little more used to the sensation of his pricktip pressing against her teeth now. She rubbed her lips back and forth against his lobes and watched Gil's eyes get that dazed look.
"Anneeeee!" he gasped, "Open your jaws for God's sake!"
"Mmmmmmmnnhhooo," she groaned back but found her teeth parting anyhow. Little by little his smooth, hot glans was sliding across her bottom teeth. Her top ones cut into the plump rounded surface too. She widened the opening more and felt the flared part bump past. Her tongue danced nervously along the throbbing head of Gil's cock as it seemed to grow larger now that it was surrounded by hot saliva and velvety soft mouth tissue.
Annie was taken by complete surprise. She'd never guessed that having a boy's cock in her mouth would excite her so much! But it was! Her pussy was contracting with a steady, urgent rhythm. Her small tits heaved up and down under her school top. Her fingers clenched into the muscles of Gil's thighs. She'd let go his cock now and was holding him just under the cheeks of his ass as she rolled her pretty head from side to side, making quick circles then slow ones. Her tongue lashed out, dragged back. Her lips tightened around the shaft behind Gil's glans. She was really getting into it! She was feverish with the pleasure her sucking was bringing her. It was almost as if the lining of her mouth was as sensitive as the delicate pink folds of her vulva. She loved rubbing her lips and tongue against that firm, tumid shape.
"Chr-i-i-i-i-s-t Annie! Ohhhhh, Jeeesus Christ!"
"Mmmmmm," she cooed, her nostrils widening as she sucked in a lungful of air and kept sucking. The spit dripped down her chin but she didn't care. She had her eyes closed in concentration. She was experimenting with different techniques. She was rubbing different spots to see what it felt like to Gil. And as she touched him there, danced her tongue across him there, Gil was coming unglued completely.
"Honey, this is fantastic! Ohhhh shit, I've never felt anything l-l-like it!"
"Nnnnhhuuhh," Annie groaned back, letting her head bob. The bobbing motion let his glans spear a little deeper along the curved trough of her tongue. Then she'd bob back until his tip was just hanging on her glossy bottom lip. Everytime she did this Gil made a sound in his throat which wasn't really human at all. It sounded like a hungry wolf about to eat Little Red Riding Hood. With her mouth full of hot cock, Annie smiled. This time it was Little Red Riding Hood who was doing the eating.
The shaft of Gil's cock was very slick now. It glistened with Annie's warm spit. And being so wet it slid back and forth between her sucking lips very easily. Again Annie was thinking of how it felt for Gil. A girl's pussy was wet and warm and clasping like that. But a girl's cunt didn't have a tongue. And she was learning to do simply outrageous things with her tongue. She had found that when she pointed it and ran it back and forth between the lobes at the bottom of his tip, Gil really went wild. He trembled all over and his knees threatened to give. He had to hold onto a shelf behind him to keep from crumpling to the floor. Annie was very excited by all this. That she could have such power over a male! She groaned through her nostrils and ate at the tumid knob even more hungrily.
"Ghhuuuhhh, honey. Ohhhh f-f-fuck!" Gil lurched with his hips. He grabbed at Annie's head but had to hold onto the shelf again to keep from folding up. Annie felt her cunt flood with fresh juice. Her panties were clinging to her fevered labia as she rooted over the stiff, throbbing prick. Her soft hands cupped Gil's balls and she felt them in time to the voluptuous caresses with her tongue against the underside of Gil's cock.
He had stopped breathing now. His whole body shuddered as if he were dying or something. Annie began to worry that she was doing something wrong. But he'd liked it all so much before that she kept on with the hot movements of her cheeks against his erection.
Another shudder went through Gil. He was having a hard time breathing and his face had turned red. Annie slowed the movements of her tongue, still wondering whether she should stop completely or not. But even as she teased the scalding cock with her tongue, she felt a deep pulse up inside Gil's crotch. Her fingers tightened around his balls as she felt the same surge rise along the shaft that was penetrating her mouth. That little tube was swelling out against her bottom lip. It throbbed steadily now as if readying itself for what was to come.
Maybe she knew all the time what was happening. But when the first boiling spurt of cream gushed into her throat, Annie squealed with surprise and tried to jerk her mouth away. Gil was ready. He grabbed her and held her mouth on his exploding cock. The sensation of being forced to eat his cum did something unexpectedly to Annie's emotions. She felt her pussy glowing, pulsing in the same way that Gil's cock was. She wiggled her ass around, rubbing the dainty inner surfaces against her clit while she was forced to gulp down the stringy slick curds of jizm.
Even after they'd cleaned up and sneaked back out of the projection room, Annie was thinking, remembering how Gil's cock had felt ramming and surging in her throat. She could still taste the cum that had gushed out. And she was remembering how her uncle's cock had looked. She had had a fantasy even then about how it might be to actually put her lips around his huge, streamlined cocktip. But now she was half crazed with thinking about it. Gil and Jerry were okay for being so young and all. But Uncle Wade was a man!
"Ohhhh, it would be really far out!" Annie whimpered, hugging her books against her as she hurried down the hall with Gil. She'd have to sneak into her last period class now that she was late. But that didn't bother her half as much as knowing that Wade was probably having a ball with Brenda. Somewhere in some motel in some strange town.
"But I bet I could suck him better than my big sis could," she breathed to herself. "And someday I'm gonna get the chance to show him just how good I can do it."
Chapter Nine
Brenda awoke to find her uncle nursing happily on one of her big tits. The sensation was glorious. She'd never in her life drifted out of a dream to discover something so sensual occurring. And as her hands curled around the back of his head, she let out a long, shuddering sigh of pleasure.
"Uhhh, Uncle Wade! Ohhh darling, your mouth is so hot and soft!" He sucked her a little deeper, tongue teasing her brown nipple until it extended from the pink areola. Wade pulled her over on top of him. The position wasn't familiar to Brenda. Actually no position was. But she was learning fast. She grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms out to the side. Then she began to rub her damp, furry cunt mound against his pubic bone. His cock, already firm, began to stiffen noticeably. As it rose up under her body, Brenda arched her back so her pussy lips touched it.
They were in a position now where she could feel the cockhead hot against her outer labia. Gently pumping her ass she let the delicate folds caress his heated glans until she slipped around it. She was so wet, so feverish. Her pussy seemed hungry for prick almost all the time now that it had tasted the real thing. And Brenda couldn't think of anything else she'd rather be doing than fucking.
"It's g-going," she gasped. "But I'm going to let it in just a little at a time," she whispered, biting her uncle's chin.
"Christ..." Wade pumped his hips but she arched her back again, pulling her open crevice back away from him. His tip was still enfolded in the drippy, slick petals that surrounded her cunt hole. But she wasn't going to let him penetrate her. She was going to be the one who did the fucking this time.
"Jesus, give me that sweet cunt of yours," Wade groaned, grabbing at her plush bottom. She giggled and squirmed it around, letting only the outer surfaces of her vulva smear his prick with steamy juice. The velvety friction was obviously driving her uncle up the wall! And she was learning for the first time just what powers a woman had over a man.
"You want it bad?"
"You don't know how bad."
"Ohhh, maybe it wants you too!" She wiggled it down on him a little, letting him feel the tight vortex her muscles made. Her cunthole smoothed out around the barb of his erection, juice dripping down his shaft. Then when he was about to shove it past the circle of muscles into her body, she jerked back again, laughing softly and licking his small male nipples.
"Damn Brenda, how did you learn so much in such a short time?"
"Mmmm," she cooed, letting the swollen knob start into her again. This time she let it skewer her deep enough so she could tighten her opening around its neck. Squeezing with all her might, she felt her uncle's body stiffen under her. He held his breath, enjoying the clasp of her young, slippery cunt around his cock meat.
Holding him like that she gave quick little jerks with her ass. It was almost as if she were clutching him with her fingers, jacking him off with her hand. But her pussy was much softer than her fingers and slippery too with the sex butter that was flooding out.
"Brenda baby, I'm glad I found you that day... putting on those clothes."
"And taking them off," she smiled, kissing his mouth. "Promise you'll never touch another woman. Or let another woman touch you."
"I promise."
"Not even Lydia?"
"Not even Lydia." He grabbed her ass, digging his fingers in. She loved to be roughed a little and her bottom began to plunge and wiggle. His cock was sliding deeper, penetrating her hot depths. She gave him almost all of her hole, then snatched it away again.
Brenda didn't hear the door open. She heard the bed creak though and was shocked to see Lydia's naked body so close, so suddenly. Behind her, the dim forms of Jed and Jack made Brenda's eyes pop even wider.
"You two seem to be having a good time," she whispered. "Mind if we join you?"
"We want to be alone..." Brenda started. Wade interrupted her.
"Hell, we're all friends aren't we?" he said. Brenda felt jealousy rising in her like a strong tide. Wade had just promised he'd cool it with other women. And now this Lydia was climbing right in the same sack with him. No telling what she had in mind. But Brenda was very excited by the huge, throbbing cock in her belly. And when one of the boys started rubbing her naked back, she couldn't keep her thoughts straight.
"Ohhhhhh, why don't you leave us alone," she whimpered, not knowing whether she liked Jed touching her like that or not. It was really strange. To be fucking one man and having another rubbing her ass. Then Jack rolled onto his back beside them and Brenda almost cried out with shock as she watched Lydia scoot forward on her knees so that her mouth hovered inches away from her young nephew's prick.
"Ohhh Aunt Lydia," Jack moaned, thrusting his slim hips around. Lydia's black hair hung down like a curtain around her face. But Brenda could see her mouth working hungrily as she held her nephew's cock up and pressed her painted lips around the dusky cock tip.
The sound of Jack's glans sliding into Lydia's throat was unbelievably erotic. Brenda had thought that she'd never approve of such carrying on. She had never thought that an orgy of any sort would be exciting. But here she was with her uncle's cock in her cunt. It was exciting. It was making her nipples glow, making her cunt spasm around the thick, lovely cock of her Uncle Wade.
"My nephews always taste so good," Lydia whispered, taking her mouth away long enough to glance sideways at Brenda. "But then maybe you already know that, Brenda."
"I... I..." She was trying to think of what to say when a new sensation made her shiver. Jed was rubbing something creamy between the plump cheeks of her ass. She looked at Wade to see what he thought of all this. Wade was looking at Lydia. He was watching her tongue. Lydia's tongue was doing unbelievably naughty things to the glans of her nephew. Brenda found herself staring too. And as she watched, Jed's fingers smoothed and petted the pinched orifice of her ass. The creamy stuff felt fantastically wicked. No one had ever been so affectionate to that part of her anatomy. It seemed so taboo, caressing a person there. But the gentle rubbing was about to drive her up the wall! She was panting, half out of her mind with lust. She wiggled herself down further on her uncle's big cock. With it deep, deep within her pussy, she focused again on Lydia's tongue.
It flicked like a snake, curled like a cobra. It was encircling and swathing Jack's young pecker with saliva. It was squeezing and fondling his glans in a way that seemed dreamlike. Brenda had never seen anything like it in her life.
"Ghhhuuuh," Jack groaned, moving his hips wildly. But Lydia wouldn't take him into her mouth. She was lapping him now, making him grunt and beg for more. Then Brenda gave a cry of surprise and her back arched sharply as Jed pushed his finger up into her asshole. It went deep, went as deep as he could reach. All that cream he'd spread made it slide so easily. He pulled it out slowly and pushed deep again.
"Yuuuhhhnnn," she moaned, completely wiped out by this unexpected sensation. It felt really very sexy. In a way it was as if she were getting fucked in both holes. But Jed's finger wasn't a cock and didn't feel like one. It felt exactly like what it was... a finger. And Brenda realized that though she'd kept it hidden in a dark recess of her mind, she'd always wanted a man to put a finger up her ass! It felt absolutely lovely! She wiggled her hips around frantically, her eyes half closed with lust as Jack fingerfucked her ass and Wade's big prick nestled against her cunt.
But then Jed was doing something else. He wiped his finger on a towel and climbed between Brenda's thighs. She felt his cocktip brush one of her ass cheeks and then slide into the plump, cream-slickened crevice.
"Nhhhoooo!" she whined, knowing that he wanted to fill that hole like her other one was filled, with a cock.
"Baby, you're gonna like this," Wade smiled, as if he knew exactly what was taking place. Brenda had the eerie feeling that her uncle had participated with Lydia and her nephews before. But she couldn't worry about that now. Not with the head of Jed's prick trying to force her tightened ass apart.
"Uhhhnnnn," she grunted, working her hips away from him. But his finger had excited her back there and she felt the slick rub of her glans. The idea of it actually sliding into her guts weakened her more. She felt her muscles relaxing slightly.
"Nhhhooo, don't fuck me in the ass!"
"Baby, baby, just relax. It'll feel great once I'm outside."
"Nhhhooo!" She was pumping wildly now, trying to keep her bottom pinched. Brenda realized that her movements were exciting Wade all the more.
"Yeah, Brenda honey," her uncle gasped, hugging her, fucking her from underneath. The slick sound of their bodies joining and un-joining made her weak. She didn't believe what was happening to her!
"Nnnhhhuuuh, Uncle Wade, what are we doing? This is wrong, isn't it?" Her mouth was close to his ear as she whispered weakly. The hot cocktip against her rectum was pushing so hard! And it felt so sexy, trying to penetrate her there. Because she was so tight. Because no cock had ever been up inside her guts!
"Relax baby," Wade soothed. "Let him in, let him slide in!"
"Ohhhhh, won't it hurt?"
"Relax and it won't. Just let him in!"
"But... But...!" And then she felt her Uncle Wade's prick exciting the mouth of her womb again and the muscles in her bottom weakened and let go. Her pinched, lubricated hole spread out, letting the smoothly rounded tip of Jed's cock enter her.
"Ghhhaaah," she groaned, caught up in a flood of erotic sensations that boggled her mind. She felt totally penetrated, totally fucked!
"Whhhuuuhh, Jed... Wade... God in heaven!"
"Yeah honey," Jed breathed.
"We got you good Brenda," Wade whispered.
The three of them rolled to the side so she was still sandwiched between the warm, muscular male bodies. Her own curvy body wriggled and squirmed as she rubbed her breasts against Wade's chest and bucked her ass around. Stuffed with two stiff cocks made her feel crazy. They crushed her between their bodies. They plunged and fucked at her tight holes. And the tingling pleasure was rushing up through her suddenly without warning.
"Wade! Jed! Ohhh shit, I'm coming!" She flopped around wildly, her blond hair splashing across the pillow as Wade kissed her neck. The thrills burst in her like slow bombs. She wasn't aware of where she was or who she was with now. Just the probing, ramming cocks that filled her ass and cunt!
Her pussy clasped hotly around Wade's cock, stripping it, sucking at it. And her bottom pinched inward too, her plush cheeks squeezing Jed's cock, her hot insides pulling at his sperm. The men groaned almost at the same instant, their cum spurting hotly into her body. She could feel the swelling surges of their shafts as the thick cream boiled out. Wiggling like a fish, she squealed out the utter joy she felt, knowing that all her writhing around was making it good for Jed and Wade too.
And as her head flopped to the side she saw over Wade, saw Lydia's head bobbing up and down very fast. The raven-haired woman's mouth was pursed into a tight circle that was stripping the slender cockshaft of her nephew. Jack's prick was glistening and very, very rigid. Little blue veins stood out along it and he was groaning and thrusting his hips.
Brenda was still watching when the white cream began to leak from the corners of Lydia's mouth. She continued to bob her head fast, and the bulging movements under her chin told Brenda that the woman was using her tongue energetically against the tender underside of her nephew's penis.
"Yaaahhh, Aunt Lydia!" the boy cried out, his fists pounding the mattress. Lydia's eyes flashed, knowing that she was milking the fresh, hot cum from the boy's balls. Again Brenda felt as if she were in a dream. Then as another wondrous spasm of pleasure jolted through her she felt herself losing consciousness. It was all too good to bear! Wade hugged her limp body, his cock still spearing and fucking.
"Yeah baby, you're doing fine."
"Uhhhnnn, Uncle W-a-a-a-d-e..."
A week later they were in a motel in the southern part of the state. Wade was talking to her father on the phone while Brenda knelt between her uncle's thighs. He was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was still damp from a shower and Brenda was softly caressing his erect prick.
"Yeah big brother," Wade said, "your daughter is fine. She's had a real good time. Oh, she's in her room now I reckon... yeah... sleeping late probably." Wade winked at Brenda. She winked back and pushed her pink tongue out against his swollen cock. A smear of saliva glistened to show where she had caressed her uncle. He sucked in his belly and tried to keep his voice steady as he continued to talk to her father.
"Oh, we'll be home tomorrow I figure. Got a nice load of stuff too... sure... right. Okay, we'll see you then." As he hung up the phone, Brenda pushed her mouth down over his erection and took the head well into the back of her throat. She'd been practicing it for a couple of weeks now. Wade insisted that she was as good as anyone ever got.
"Mmmmm," Brenda cooed.
"Honey, I know you haven't had breakfast yet but we've got to get packed and get going."
"Not yet," she complained, licking her lips and looking longingly at the glossy, blue color of Wade's glans. "It's so fun to suck your cock." Her fingers tightened on his shaft and she began to jack him slowly, then faster. He looked weakly at her, closed his eyes. Brenda giggled. It was so easy to get a man to do what she wanted. All a girl had to do was touch them in the right place, or lick them there. Licking was usually quicker.
"You're so hard. I'll bet you're about to come, aren't you?"
"Uh huh," Wade grunted, biting his lip.
"Then Brenda wants it in her mouth. It's lots better for me than bacon and eggs." With an intentionally slurpy lick, she fit her mouth down over her uncle's throbbing cock. She knew he could feel the sudden heat, the softness, the slickness. She passed her tongue along his glans three times and felt the hot cream spatter out in a rush. Wade's strong body shivered as his balls let go. The stuff was hot!
"God damn Brenda, you're gonna suck this old boy dry before I get you back home..."
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, nodding with her eyes, her hungry tongue pulling surge after surge of thick cream from his pricktip. It puddled in her throat and she gulped it down. She continued to pet the super-sensitive surface of his knob, urging every drop of semen from his balls. And then the huge cock wilted slightly as Wade let out a pent-up breath.
"We'd better get packed, darling," he said, petting the sides of her face. "Your old man expects us home by five this evening."
"I don't think I can stand to be around him anymore," Brenda said, licking the white droplets from her lips. "I want to live with you."
"We both know that's impossible."
"But don't you need somebody like me? You told me that last night."
"We'll find a way to get together. Now come on, get your stuff together you nymphomaniac."
As Brenda tossed things into her suitcase, she smiled and turned her naked body so that Wade could see the full blown silhouette of her breasts.
"You know, it's lots more fun being a nymphomaniac than being what I was."
She finished packing and dressed herself. But she'd left her panties off. When Wade came out of the bathroom after shaving she was waiting on the bed, her dress tossed up around her waist, knees bent and parted enough so that he could see the glistening pink crevice between the light blond fringe of her cunt curls.
"My turn," she breathed, fingering her clit. Dutifully her uncle burrowed his face between her white thighs. His tongue burned her with his heat. She gasped and began to pump her hips. She had to get as many climaxes squeezed into the day as possible. Once she was back home again it wouldn't be so easy.
Chapter Ten
Annie saw them pull up. She quit fooling with the books and danced out the front door waving and beaming. She was beaming at her uncle more than her sister. Brenda looked as if she was totally worn out. And when she looked again Annie saw that Wade seemed a little beat too.
"Guess I'd better walk on home and check in with father," Brenda said. She looked affectionately at Wade and Annie picked up the vibrations. It made her feel funny. She envied the time her uncle and her sister had spent together. She'd fantasized all sorts of carryings on. And her imagination probably hadn't done justice to them at all.
As soon as Brenda was gone and Uncle Wade was sifting behind the counter, Annie came up to him and took his hand affectionately.
"I've been waiting," she sighed.
"Waiting?"
"You know. Remember that day on that brass bed over there? I've never forgotten a moment of it. I think I'm in love with you Uncle Wade. If you're not too enthralled with my big sister I was hoping that..."
Despite his tired appearance Wade grinned.
"I didn't know what I was starting when I turned you two on."
"I'll bet you and Brenda did a lot of naughty things, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I'll have to admit we did."
Annie felt her ears go pink. "Well, I wish it had been me with you instead of my big sis. I would have done everything she did. Even more."
"You don't even know what she did."
Annie could tell what Wade was thinking as he petted the side of her face. Just because she had small tits and a slim behind he thought she didn't know much about sex. He was thinking that she was fun to tease and play around with but that she had a lot to learn when it came to really pleasing a man. But Annie was going to prove to her uncle that he was all wrong. She was going to show him what she'd learned since he'd been gone.
She put her lips up close to his ear and whispered shyly.
"What was that?" Wade asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
"I... I w-w-want to s-s-suck your c-c-cock," she repeated, eyes cast down. Wade held her face in both hands now and made her meet his look.
"I'm old enough to know what I'm doing." Her small hands fumbled at his fly. Wade seemed to be resisting her at first. But he didn't fight her when she wrapped her small fingers around his cock shaft and jerked it free of his shorts. Then before she lost courage, she licked her lips and pushed them softly over the swelling head of his cock. He groaned and leaned back in the chair. She made her tongue do everything she knew to do with it. She petted and sucked and rubbed the bulges and hollows of her uncle's prick as he sucked air into his lungs and kept petting the sides of her face.
He stiffened quickly, the blood heated cock meat making her jaw ache, it was so big. But she didn't quit sucking for a moment. She didn't quit loving him with her tongue until he shuddered and a fountain of warm cum cream erupted into her mouth. The shock made her dizzy but she wolfed it down, her licking excitement only increased by the sudden spurts.
"Christ almighty Annie," Wade gasped, pumping his hips up from the chair, "You're getting it all...!"
"Mmmmmmmuuuuuhhh!"
"Yeah... suck it hard honey, that's it!"
Annie felt joyful as she milked the curds from Wade's balls. Yes, she'd have to share her uncle with her sister. But sharing him was better than getting nothing at all. And after sucking Wade's lovely big cock she didn't know whether she could bring herself to fool with that kid stuff anymore.
His cock was wedged in her throat now and she fought down the urge to gag as her tonsils caressed his erect prick meat. More sap poured down into her belly and she rubbed his balls with her fingers as he jerked and spasmed in the chair. Annie waited until nothing more oozed from his cock. Then she pulled her lips away from his prick with a pop and looked up at Wade with a cummy smile.
"Like me?"
"Oh baby doll... I sure do."
"As good as Brenda?"
"Sure. You're as good as Brenda."
"Maybe better?" Her eyes flashed with mischief.
"We'll have to wait and see about that. I guess I'll have to get a few more samples."
Annie's heart pounded. Because she was more than happy to give her Uncle Wade all the free samples he wanted.
